#re-post

[thekristen999]

Throwback Thursday

The other day I mulling the last few years I’ve been involved in the 9-1-1 fandom. I’ve written 23 stories and my favorite one by leaps and bounds is the very first one I wrote for it. I’m super proud of this story and I thought I’d re-post it for any new readers who may have missed it during the first go-around, my WWII AU. I was so inspired when I wrote this one and it’s filled with history and drama. This is a pretty intense story, but I promise it has a happy ending. :)

I want to thank @the-likesofus​ for inadvertently inspiring me to make this post. Hee.

We Found Each Other (Over There)   

Summary:            

A combat medic and a G.I. meet during one of the world’s greatest battles. A WWII European Theater based AU.

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There were several beautiful pieces of art that were part of for this endeavor from the talented  @macarenaandrad3  aka  @bucksketch , @indiguus​ and @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann​

tagging those who might enjoy this  @homerforsure​ @mellaithwen​ @renecdote @spaceprincessem​ @spotsandsocks​ @shortsighted-owl​ @fleurdebeton​ @megsvstheworld​ @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy​ @alyxmastershipper​ @andavs​ @thebestbooksaround​

#buddie #throwback thursday #re-post #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #kristen999writes

[i-prefer-west-side]

(author note: the original post was flagged for potentially “inappropriate” content because the picture - that I hid - had a butt, so I am re-posting in an attempt to make it appropriate again)

Anonymous asked:

https://www.tumblr.com/rearend/707592875086626816/sandra-frannk-by-artem-stisovyak

Fic prompt? 🥹👉👈

AFTERNOON NAP

“Kate?” he calls out as he shuts the door, noticing her shoes, obviously haphazardly kicked when she took them off. He isn’t sure how long she’s been here, just knows that his signing ran long, so he’s a lot later than he planned to be.

His pants tighten when he spots the trail of clothes on the floor, and he follows them through the living room and towards the bedroom, shedding his own clothes as he goes.

He’s unbuttoning his jeans when he reaches the bedroom door, but he freezes before he can lower the zipper and relieve some of the pressure. He leans against the doorframe and smiles.

Obviously, she had other things in mind than falling asleep.

He grabs the blanket from the bed as he walks past, and he covers her bare body, presses his lips to the top of her head, and lets her sleep.

#castle fanfic #fluffy friday #re-post

[yourlocalsimpsonsandsanriofan]

Just reposting this for.. Reasons :)

I'm not gonna get too much into it but apparently Pogo is actually a horrible person and I want nothing to do with him or his music. 

#art #fan art #re-post #Disney #Peter Pan #captain Hook #Mr. Smee #smee #I'm gonna delete the old post now.

[master-k0hga]

| M O M O |

[ Category: Misc OCs ]

| Another re-post, once again of my very optimistic and struggling lesbian, Momo and her "design I very much like to keep drawing" glory!... I have quite a few to do, even ones who haven't been touched in a long time need heavy updating and changing...

I don't think I'll be alive long enough to get them all done, I struggle to focus on so many for too long without losing patience and attention and it sucks.. Oh well.. This time not of a race/ species or whatever.. But just a random misc OC, I have quite a few Ocs who don't fall into place in loads of my projects but they're still here, and mostly occur to me in lucid dreaming which is awesome.. Momo was one of those OCs.. So she holds a very special place for me..

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INFO

Name: Momo Kodama Species: Firehead General Personality: Cute, energetic, social, adorable, silly, funny, friendly Height: 4ft Relationship Status: Single

Extra Info:

She's a full time uni student and part time space deputy, and despite being just in her 20's, she's a very hard worker tackling crime

She has a crush on another student who's in most of her classes and is absolutely stupidly head over heels for her; she'll gush about how this girl is smart, funny, sporty and so on to her friends (who are mostly guys, while others are colleagues at work when she talks about her)

She has a baby sister named Kikki, they're very close and definitely classes little Kikki as her bestest friend and sister

There is a known criminal who purposefully causes trouble and commits stupid crimes every time Momo is on shift, he will literally avoid getting out of jail when he knows she's not working; He's memorised her shifts entirely and will start shit the SECOND she's on patrol

She's very social and takes part in lots of sporting activities especially; Very athletic and is just overall a team player, also well built.. She has some muscle and works hard watch out she'll batter you..

Her dad is a sheriff and her mother a teacher at the local nursery. Her and her dad sometimes get into conflict and small bickering arguments about laws and such. He's a little too prideful to say he's proud of her, but he really is and will show it during sentimental moments

She does really well in her classes and definitely has been offered job opportunities in most fields, especially anything involving law, sports related, and even being offered a teaching job at said university

May be very tired and overworked, but she actually enjoys her job and the curriculums she's learning for.. She gets paid well too

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Another OC down, another god knows how many more to go before I have completed somewhat everything... I still have a long way to go and at this point I'm too afraid to merely think what's ahead of me..

It's not gonna be good I can't say that, things have gotten worse as time goes on and I don't really have the patience for much anymore... But oh well what can I do, I'll just have to "deal with it" and expect bad things to happen every day..

. Momo, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Momo #OC #Female #Fandomless #Original Character #Misc OCs #My Art #My Character #My OC #Firehead #P much a humanoid who is fire.. #Re-post #My art re-posted #... #I don't really have much else to say now so I'll just post the usual tags and everything while I slowly get this alt going instead.. #Oh well..

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

what do you think about my URL/username? I'd like to change the last part

#Re-post #Random mind #It's too strange to have a bilingual username. No good

[kawfiomi]

very old art of rebel

#re-post #art #the lorax #rebelwiggins

[wall-flower-arts]

Just Boosting some love to my Original Hazbin Hotel OC before Roxenne was brought in....that people seemed to have forgotten about, poor baby.

#Art #My Art #Admin Art #Re-Post #My own Art #OC #Hazbin Hotel OC #Vio

[gagesfall]

#re-post #gif #anime #mono #B&W #bnw

[dandilions-are-weeds]

Self Portrait

March 2022

(there’s another version under the cut and I talk a bit about it too)

Not gonna lie. This piece came to me at 3am like a fever dream. And like any artist would, I draw it XD. It’s is a self-portrait from far too personal feelings to put here into words. But they are feelings, that although personal to me, I’m certain others will relate. (and was encourage to post by friends).

It came too, through the fact I haven’t drawn a human figure in three years from art school burnout. And I felt like I just had to put down a human figure in paper. No matter how fucked the anatomy. And, of course, have fun with it. Which I did. It’s also one of the quickest art piece I have ever made, and kinda proud of that.

#re-post #of older art #my art #Illustration #illustrators on tumblr #art #digital art #self-portrait #trans artist #disabled #Reblogs encouraged #cw: realistic heart #realistic heart #CW: Direct Eye Contact #direct eye contact #vibrant colours #chronic pains #tumblr fucked up quality but that's expected

[ink-dreams-ffxiv]

Mermaid

In Appreciation of MerMay...re-post of the story from Sea’s Challenge 2021

Sahxa had been sound asleep, being of Keeper birth, she found herself often working the overnight watch on the Confederate Ships. Everyone thought the Confederates only ran warships, but some of them were runners. Slipping between the Ruby Sea and Hingashi, smuggling contraband back and forth. A light crew. More about speed then fighting. That was what the Green Coral was, a smuggling ship. The sudden ear splitting sound of the explosion, the wild rocking of her hammock in the small cabin at the stern of the boat, next to the Galley Pantry had Sahxa awake in an instant.

     Holding fast to the swinging net of the hammock, trying to make sense of it all. Another explosion, the ship listed wildly as timber groaned in protest to the abuse, but it was the third explosion that sealed the fate of the fast ship. The gunshot sounds of heavy timbers snapping like twigs while the cabin again changed its orientation. Sahxa found herself dumped from the hammock, her grip torn from the netting she had been clinging to, making her spin as she fell. What had been the front wall and door of the small curved and angular space, was suddenly the floor. More groans and snapping of timber could be heard through the hull, the rush of air like a wind, followed by the sound of in rushing water made Sahxa move against the wall away from the small door, which moments later buckled inward with the force of the churning water trying to fill the small space. Sahxa grabbed a rafter that was part of the decking for the Captain’s cabin which had been above the small space she shared with other crew. Another such space was on the other side of the pantry, and the sounds of jars falling and crashing from the shelves could still be heard through the wall. She grabbed onto her duffel, which was floating atop the rising water in the cabin.

     The familiar greasy feel of the oiled canvas was a little reassuring as the world around her seemed to be coming apart.After a moment, Sahxa could tell the section of ship she was in was slowing. She knew without a doubt it had been sinking, and sinking fast. That she was standing on what should be the front of the cabin like it was the floor, made it clear the rudder was pointed to the sky. She couldn’t help the giggle that rose in her throat, part panic, part absurdity, as she watched the small oil lamp she had lit to read by, until she fell asleep, was swinging above her in a small circle. Still lit, unbroken, and not even sputtering. It brought a measure of calm to her. The jolt of the broken ship suddenly coming to a stop rocked her to her knees. More groaning wood, and a muffled high pitched squeal caught her attention. To her ears, it had sounded like it came from the pantry, but before she could ponder it some more, the cabin shifted again. What had been the ceiling was now a steeply angled floor as Sahxa realized the stern of the ship  had settled on the bottom, falling until it had settled upside down on the aft deck and wheelhouse. She pictured the ship in her mind, and figured the ship had broken apart between the main mast and the stern, probably along the bulkhead of the cargo hold. More sounds of things crashing, another squeal of panic and then sobbing came from the other side of the wall and the pantry. Ona, the Captain’s daughter, did much of the cooking for the crew. She was a little older than Sahxa, and being raised in the Confederacy, she wasn’t what you would call a wallflower. Sahxa took a last look around the small cabin, the rivulets of water seeping through the planks where the air was working its way out, and water worked its way in. The sobbing continued and Sahxa made a decision.      Using her foot to move the remnants of the door, she took a breath and plunged into the water. The pocket of air had stopped the rush of incoming water, which let her sink into the icy chill with ease. Her feet contacted the broken and splintered bulkhead of the cargo bay, as the Miqo’te got her bearings. She closed her eyes, concentrating, and when she opened them, the murky black water took on a translucent green color. One of her gifts was being able to see in the dark from the aether glow of her eyes. It’s how she could dive at night, and dive deeply, below where the light of the day could go. The soft current of the water swirling about turned her hair into a cloud around her, obscuring her vision for a moment. She didn’t have a tie at hand, so she did the only thing she could think of, swimming the short distance to the pantry, and the trapped woman within. Just like in Sahxa’s cabin, the small oil lamp was still lit.

     The drowned looking, bedraggled woman, covered in the detritus of a pantry that had been caught in a whirlwind was pressed against the hull, where the extra thick beams held the pivots for the rudder crossed. She had a foot on each of the shelves, with her back pressed hard to the wood. Seeping water dripped down over her, her wet hair hung down around her face, putting it in shadow from the swaying lamp. It was the cocked pistol in her hand that made Sahxa stop in the doorway, an arm's length from the rising surface of the water into the pantry space. Sahxa wondered what the woman saw. If she could see the glow of her eyes, in the dark water. She was afraid to blink, as she watched the terrified woman above her. The barrel twitched, there was a small spark, and nothing. Sahxa’s heart had stopped for a second as she had watched the woman pull the trigger, the flint had sparked, but the old pistol’s powder was too wet to ignite. A scream of rage and terror, then Ona threw the useless pistol towards Saxha as hard as she could. In turn, Sahxa threw a binding spell at the woman, pushed off hard, and launched herself upward in a spray of water. She grabbed the spell bound Ona, and let them both fall into the water below. She didn’t know why she did what she did, but she wrapped her strong arms around the hyur, carried her through the short hallway, looking into those terror filled eyes, the aetherlight of her own eyes glowing back at her.

     She guided them up the shattered stairwell, to what had been the deck, then out from under the wheelhouse. The sliding doors of the Captain’s cabin had been shattered from the Imperial attack on the ship, and Sahxa knew that was why the section had sunk so fast. It had turned into a wooden tunnel, letting the water pass right through it. Ona started to struggle in her arms, panic and pain filling her expression. Sahxa covered her mouth with her own, drew in a deep breath through her nose, concentrated hard, felt the aether shift, and she pushed the breath into the other woman’s mouth. Air seeped out of the woman’s nose and the sides of her mouth as Saxha kicked her legs, dragging Ona to the surface. She felt it when Ona breathed in, taking the life giving breath that Sahxa’s magic had made for her. Together they rose, until Sahxa felt the binding spell break, and Ona grabbed her hair and yanked her head to the side. Sahxa had allowed her grip on the woman to loosen, making it easier for them to rise, now though, Ona was kicking her bare feet, swinging her arms through the water, struggling to swim to the surface, which was just the barest hint of a glow above them. Sahxa swam easily around behind Ona, who was focused above her. She grabbed the woman by the soaked tunic with one hand, and dragged her upwards. A big bubble passed Sahxa, and she took a deep breath, again concentrating, feeling the magic change it in her chest. She looked into the terror filled eyes of the woman she was trying to rescue, pulled her up, and again pressed her lips to the woman’s. Ona breathed it in greedily, but didn’t resist as they swam to the surface.

     One of the longboats bobbed on the surface when they reached it. There was no sign of the Imperial ship that had blown their ship apart. She had gotten Ona into the longboat, thrown her duffel in as well, then began swimming over the surface until she had located all of the crew. From Captain Juk, Sahxa took the thick leather bracer off his arm. It was his pride and joy because Ona had made it for him, and from his waist, she took the pocket watch that held the picture of baby Ona and her Mother. Sahxa had never learned her name, but she felt Ona should have them now. She could see the sails of a ship on the horizon, as she floated in the water. She watched them for a bit, and saw they were indeed coming this way. Swimming back to the longboat, she found Ona had succumbed to the shock, and slept curled in the bottom. Sahxa climbed in herself, unrolled the canvas along the bottom, which was an amusing adventure with the woman curled up there, but she managed. The small mast went through the hole in the center seat, the triangle of sail was strung, and quickly filled with the wind. Settling back, Sahxa guided the small craft towards the approaching ship. She figured it was the merchant ship out of Hingashi that they had been sailing towards.

     Ona didn’t say much to Sahxa over the next day. They had been plucked from the sea, and put into the Captain’s Cabin. Ona didn’t really have to say much though, every time she looked at Sahxa, the ginger haired Miqo’te could see terror and fear in her expression. When they made the piers in Kugane, Ona and Sahxa followed Captain Carvallain down the plank from the Kraken’s Arms. He had spoken to them both together, and then separately about the events that had left them floating with an emergency sail in a longboat. Ona hadn’t said much more than “she dragged me from the water” when they had been questioned together. It was when she had been questioned alone that made Sahxa wonder, because when the woman came back to the cabin, she was being carried by a ship's mate, and smelled strongly of rum. At the bottom of the gangway, Ona kept walking, and Captain Carvallain de Gorgagne placed his hand on Sahxa’s shoulder, turning her to look him in the eye.

“She tells me you grew scales, and a tail, and that you took her from the pantry of the Green Coral, and swam with her to the surface. She also tells me you tried to bite her face off at least twice.”

She couldn’t help it, she started laughing so hard she was crying. “And tell me Captain, did she tell you why she was in the pantry?” He shook his head, and Sahxa pulled the brass opium pipe from the pocket of her duffel that had been in Ona’s pocket and engraved with Ona’s name on the stem. “It was probably an opium dream”

#Sahxa Relanah #Fishercatte #MerMay #Re-Post

[master-k0hga]

| A M É L I E |

[ Category: Zareans ]

| This is probably the proudest ref I've ever fucking drawn tbh... I had to re-draw this lovely gal cuz her current re-design was a little off to me, and drawing her bust was absolutely fun so yeah that's happening... Anyways this is Amélie, or "Beaut" which is her celebrity name cuz she is in fact, a celebrity..

Also this would've been at least a month or two since I finished this when I do the mass post some time later.. So even though I'm proud of this now, wonder if that'll hold up til a couple months later when I get to the post spam..

Anyways- Amélie is another one of those old OCs of mine who's gone through massive changes, especially from when she was a fan character of another fandom I was semi into a few years ago... This is her now and honest to god, she's absolutely beautiful and I swear if anybody dares gives this post shit. I will massacre everyone and laugh while I do.

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INFO

Name: Amélie Species: Zarean General Personality: Funny, outgoing, supportive, forgetful, self conscious, posh, vocally talented Height: 15ft Relationship Status: Single

Extra Info:

"Beaut the Beautiful" is her stage name she randomly made on a whim in a sudden panic for a 'label' one day, it's kind of just stuck with her since

She is known for a variety of skills and talents within the species; Singing, dancing, acting mainly in pantomimes, fashion model, online influencer, all sorts. And despite seemingly extroverted and overall social, she actually deals with a lot of social anxiety; So she has to do all sorts of breathing and mental exercises just to get out there

She came out trans to her family roughly when she was in her teens, although her family had somewhat mixed reactions, in the end they supported her and her goals. She was officially "herself" when she got famous

Growing up she starred and took part in many things; Talent shows, school plays, all kinds of after school activities and clubs along with other events and such town. So she really has quite the experience in a lot of fields, she worked hard to where she wanted to be

She actually worked retail and working part time in a library while she was juggling career driven events and such

She stylizes, sometimes even crafts her own outfits, wigs and occasionally even the events she hosts in like concerts and such. She also has a personal assistant who is totally not her best friend she met in college

She never acknowledges her dead name or anything with the only exception being her grandmother before she passed (Emile was her grandfather's name)

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And that's it for her again, re-doing her ref was a good idea tbh because I'm really happy with how I drew Beaut here, definitely catches her type of likliness better than the previous "re-designs" I did of hers on separate occasions throughout the years I've been drawing and re-designing all my OCs... Would hope I keep at it for a long time but I feel that somehow isn't going to work forever.. I genuinely thought at one point that I'd get all my OCs fully re-done, sorted and all along with their worlds and whatnot then I can work with what I got there..

But I've noticed now that the whole of the Zarean species specifically, which I was working on off and on for like 9 or so years now, has to now be re-done completely cuz the lore was kinda all over the place without reasoning and that it just felt.. Wrong..

So yeah... I'll probably be dead by the time I actually finish any of this, I probably won't have started by the time I end up on my death bed tbh..

Especially when loads of my OCs haven't really been touched since like... Before I completely ditched DA a couple years ago.......... Oh well....-

. Amélie, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Beaut #Amélie #Female #Trans #M to F #Zarean #Zareans #Planet Zaria #Species #Personal Species Project #Fandomless #Original Character #OC #My OC #My Art #My Character #Re-post #My art re-posted #Yeah after I at least get most of my OCs specifically related to this species out the way then I'll start properly introducing them here to #Technically re-introducing them if I was still on DA since that's where I explained and talked about the majority of the lore there but it' #kinda gone now and don't really wanna use most of it since it's very outdated and very dumb... Like I'll re-read everything that I've got #and work with what can still be used so I'll work with that.. But the rest will obviously be scrapped entirely as it's not really useful no #needed much for these guys... A lot of it was very unimportant so yeah... And again yeah #This will be posted in like a month or two cuz I wanna get all this done for a mass post at some point since I won't really be online much #Fan art will be included with the bulk too even if it won't be much of it ofc.. So don't expect loads I expect my OCs to get the limelight #here....... Anyways...

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

#like re: the last post #npd SHOULDNT mean 'youre an abusive person' #but also people who have abused people in the past can still become better people in the present #you know? #and as i metioned vaguely in that post. the way we currently treat people with NPD probably CAUSES THEM to lash out at and abuse others #if u abuse someone they lash back out at you and suddenly theres fun mutual abuse happening #so they need a way out of that cycle

[lemonspitstudios]

All Olivia and Erin wanted was a burger! Why you got to do her like that though???

Welcome to a new chain of LemonSpitStudios comic strips.

Made possible from one of our official artists:

Beanables <3

#cute #lgbtq+ #lesbian #rhino #art #beanables #artist #shop #adorable #comedy #small #plussized #xoxo #etsy #etsyshop #instagram #follow #new #newpost #repost #share #like #likelike #newcomic #trending #re-post

[soup-mother]

having to tap the "if an australian place name sounds strange to you please google it and make sure you're not just mocking indigenous languages" sign again

#my post #Australia #re ppl being weird about the name Wollongong