In Case Anyone Is Having A Bad Night:

hot singles with empty blogs in your area won't stop following you! you can't block them fast enough! it's too late! they have taken the bridge and the second hall. we have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. the ground shakes... drums. drums in the deep. we cannot get out. a shadow moves in the dark... we cannot get out. they are coming.

Full House/Teen Wolf AU where Peter raises his nieces and nephew with the help of his friends, Chris Argent and Bobby Finstock.

Oh, and there's this random neighbor kid named Stiles who is somehow always around.

hello! so, im aroace right. and i recently found labels that fit me! angled and oriented aroace!

angled aroace - being on the arospec and acespec, not necessarily being 'strictly' aro and/or ace (ex. aromantic demisexual, demiaroace, asexual lithoromantic...)

oriented aroace - aroace but with an orientation (ex. lesbian, bi, etc.)

and i went to search if there was a flag that combined the two.. and nothing!

so, i made it.

i present to you, oriented + angled aroace flag!

EDIT: i decided to give it a particular name, Euclidean AroAce!

it comes from Euclidean geometry, in which there's this thing called an oriented angle lol.

please let this reach the right people and help it grow!

I've never really uploaded any of my writings before, so I'm hoping for a little bit more feedback than my younger brothers, who've said that it's weird or just ok, so here's a short story that I wrote in the middle of the night sometime last year and largely inspired by Cthulhu and other cosmic horror works.

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It was a hot, humid night, but inside the house, cool air flowed. The fan, aided by the sound of heavy rain coming from the television created an ambient atmosphere perfect for the avid reader. Currently immersed within the fantastical, Kelly Burke had been reading most of the night, though was now beginning to feel the effects of the rain sounds. Just as Kelly's eyes closed, an errant thought filtered through, musing on the hazy vision of something moving on the screen. Something that didn't belong.

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Hours. . . Minutes. . . Centuries, perhaps just seconds pass before Kelly awakes. "No longer on the cozy sofa, no longer in the small house. Alas! No longer still, in this universe even!!" The traveler surmises, peering around in wonder. Longer still, does time creep, or maybe. . . time has stopped, frozen in place with only the forgotten sense of movement. Still, Burke sits-exists-unravels-lies in wait for something in the great expanse of nothingness to happen.

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The one who is, or will be, or may once have been, called Kelly Burke doesn't know when or how, or even if, but there is now, the cold, creeping sense of terror, of dread so ancient, so all-consuming. Harder does it become to think, and harder still to breathe, all the while that chill, that ever-present, loathsome fear, so vile — so sickeningly evil, moves ever nearer. As the oppressive horror draws to a climax, Burke became aware of a figure. A creature who's very being — ever-present, all-encompassing, — was wholly unrecognizable. It reached out from the darkness with a long limb, thin and amorphous to touch-grip-capture.

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It was hot and humid when they happen upon a small house. The walls covered in creeping vines, the door halfway off the hinges. As they cross the threshold, several things are observed. The black, cracked screen of an old television, a still and silent fan. Across the short distance to the opposite wall, sits a sofa, rotting from age and what's left of a book. The roof is missing. There's a vague, ambient feeling of unease. One of them swears they saw. . something, just out of the corner of his eye. No one else sees it, no one believes, and no one remembers who lived in the house.

Reblog if you think fanfiction isn't a waste of time.

Reblog if you think it’s a good way to practice writing.

Reblog if you have made friends because of fanfiction.

My sister called it a waste of time and I want to prove her wrong.

Best Teen Wolf Ship: The Final, Round 7

And then there were two! This might just be the toughest battle yet! So enjoy the rest of the final round, and we'll see who lands on top as the best teen wolf ship! You'll have one week like usual to fight for who you want to win. Good luck!

I read way too fast, I need a super long Steter or Stetopher fic. Maybe as long as that fic Rites, Writings, and Ris by Stevie_Foxx and Dollypegs on AO3,...

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

crazy that in the 1970s they were like, "fine, women can play sports. but because they're innately less athletic than men, only in a special ghettoized League For The Frail And Delicate where they get paid less 😊". And not only is that still the system in 2023, but viciously lashing out at the smallest challenges to that system gets framed as Feminist Praxis