I-want-to-WORK

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some bits n bobs

new idea for a lighthearted tarot game:

mix your deck and just start pulling cards off the top of the deck and build a card tower. use whatever method you like making triangles or squares or whatever. keep building until it falls. if you only get a couple layers on, start again until you have what feels like enough. whichever cards fall face up are important. figure out why.

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read terms before using

PSA: Writers are artists too.

People seem to think that reposting artwork or other graphics is stealing, but that doing the same for writing isn’t? Or that you can’t ‘steal’ writing, just because it’s easy to copy? Or the written word is not as important as visual works, so stealing it is okay, and this is not true.

These are two issues I’ve noticed with this that are growing increasingly common:

  • Firstly: there is this popular trend going about, particularly with roleplayers, that they use someone else’s writing, whether it be poetry or a quote or something, in the caption section of their roleplay promotions / advertisements, but they don’t credit the source. They’ll give credit (sometimes) for the image(s) they used for the promo, but not the writing – as if one deserves credit and the other doesn’t? I’ve now seen my own work used in the caption of someone’s promo – without credit. It was just two lines from a much longer poem, but it is still MY work and while my rules state on my poetry blog people can use my writing for various things, I require credit for anything. Not doing so is STEALING and REPOSTING someone’s work. It doesn’t take much effort to put in a credit, either. If a writer doesn’t even want you to use their writing, regardless of credit, and you do so anyway, that is also stealing.

  • Secondly, and this is even more predominant: Musing blogs ( a couple in particular ) seem to think it is okay to REPOST someone else’s poetry, writing, etc. into a musing post; again, without credit, without question or permission. THIS IS NOT OKAY. Just because it’s THERE and it’s writing doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like to or with it. Musing blogs who take writing from other sources and just repost it as a musing post for others to reblog are illegitimately using other people’s work. This is theft. I have also had to deal with someone making a musing out of my writing, without credit or permission, and they just thought it was?? okay?? to take?? someone else’s writing?? and post it?? as your own???

WRITING IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AND ORIGINAL AS ARTWORK AND GRAPHICS! IT IS NOT ANY MORE ‘OKAY’ TO COPY-PASTE SOMEONE ELSE’S WRITING THAN IT IS TO UPLOAD A PICTURE SOMEONE ELSE DREW ON YOUR BLOG WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDIT.

Please stop thinking you can do whatever you want with whatever you find.

Sherlock, John, Mary and Irene on a mission together:
  • Sherlock, John, Mary and Irene at a gala, wearing fancy suits/dresses
  • Sherlock:I need to interrogate this man, but he doesn't seem to leave his wife's side. Now, I have a plan for a distraction -
  • Irene and Mary:*switch looks and smirk*
  • Irene:on it.
  • Irene and Mary:*start walking away*
  • Sherlock:wait! *grabs Irene's arm* those methods won't work, I need his attention on /me/
  • Irene and Mary:*switch looks and smile again*
  • Mary:we weren't going for him...
  • Sherlock:wha -
  • Irene and Mary:*start walking towards the man and his wife*
  • Sherlock and John:*watch suspiciously*
  • Irene:excuse me, I have to say, I love your dress!
  • Wife:oh, thank you!
  • *Irene, Mary and the wife start talking and laughing. Mary and Irene unnoticeably start to move the wife away from the man. Mary place her hand on the wife's arm. Irene moves her hand on the wife's dress*
  • John:*stare*
  • Sherlock:*blink*
  • John:*jaw drop*
  • Sherlock:*head tilt*
  • John:*still staring*...ahh...Sherlock?
  • Sherlock:*also still staring* Yeah...?
  • John:didn't we... didn't we have an investigation to do?
  • Sherlock:right. yes. just give me a second...
  • John:
  • Sherlock:
  • Sherlock:ok let's go.
OUATLA masterpost

As the OUATLA verse expands*, and the headcanons flourish further, it can be a bit confusing to navigate… so I decided to make this post a central hub of information. It will include brief descriptions of castings and plot, as well as links to the longer original posts (updating as they evolve). I’ll also update it with links to any art or fic!

* several people have expressed interest in other iterations of this fusion idea, and if I see more content I will absolutely link it. For now, all the information in this post refers to my version of the verse.

For any total newcomers to the crossover, I’ve got the premise above the cut.

Premise: 

The proper title of this verse is Once Upon Avatar: the Last Airbender…. and that pretty much sums it up. The characters of OUAT are put into the universe of ATLA, and their story retold in that world, with benders, spirits, and of course the 100 year war with the Fire Nation.

To be honest, if that doesn’t excite you I don’t know what to say.

Keep reading

Okay, so seeing as it’s Valenines Day this weekend (woo! Well…for those with a significant other* anyway haha) if you like send me a pairing with either *kisses* or *hugs* and I’ll write you a ficlet! :) (said ficlet will probably be 100-200/300 words)

I will write most pairings but I tagged my mains as first 5 :) but when in doubt, if I’ve reblogged it I will most likely write for it! :)

*it autocorrected to otter and I’m giggling

edit: I will write multiple fics per request/pairing if I get doubles or you can’t choose a pairing

in my heart

Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Aomine Daiki // Reader
Summary: You pursed your lips, trying to figure out when you had gone on any dates with someone that looked fit enough to be a basketball player. The only person you had gone a date with recently was obviously Aomine. And you guessed he was kind of a basketball player. But that was impossible….right? Maybe they had mistaken Aomine for someone else?

note: honestly my titles never matches the writing, just ignore them. in which aomine is this amazing pro basketball player yeah idk. send in your requests or just enjoy this one. valentine’s day is coming up! excited bc i…totally…have someone to…spend it…with…


You had met Aomine Daiki out of pure coincidence. It wasn’t like it was love at first sight but he had definitely stirred something inside you. You first saw him when he was in his natural element, playing basketball in some basketball court on your way back home. He was busting out moves and pulling out tricks out of his sleeves, rocking a plain shirt that stuck to him like second skin because of the intensity of his play.

You never did understand what the point of playing basketball by yourself was but later had discovered it had something to do with inner battling or whatever. It was interesting and you appreciated it, but it wasn’t your thing. Sports definitely wasn’t your thing. But apparently a person that played sports was your thing.

That was how you came to date Aomine Daiki; this amazing, sometimes idiotic but still very much attractive, often times basketball wielding guy. The two of you spent a lot of time together but you honestly wouldn’t have thought to call them dates.

He was quite odd really, because he had been almost secretive from the start. He would prefer using less frequented ways and wearing hoodies when it was blazing outside and shades indoors. The more paranoid part of you had came up with the ridiculous notion that maybe he was a criminal and that he was in hiding or something. The laughter from Aomine didn’t cease until a few days later.

And yet, he never did truly answer your question. You just left it to odd habits, and persuaded yourself to not judge a person so harshly. He would always duck his head when he was in public, and he never wanted to hold your hand too. You thought that maybe he was just not one for PDA.

Boy, could you have been more wrong.

The day of your official third date with the dark haired guy ended with your phone almost blowing up from all the text messages and calls that you were receiving. The two of you were on the way back to your apartment when the constant vibrating annoyed you to the point of madness.

“Wait, hold on.” You tugged at Aomine’s sleeve, stopping as you dug around your handbag for your phone, “It’s probably nothing but my phone’s been ringing nonstop.”

He presses his lips together but says nothing else, something akin to annoyance on his face. He had left his hoodie out of his outfit for the day, something you found refreshing and extremely adorable. He looked so different, all uncovered. You rolled your eyes at the look on his face but whispered out a cry of satisfaction when your fingers managed to wrap around your phone. It’s definitely not my birthday, you mused, picking out your still ringing phone and pulling up your messages. The most recent message had been one from your best friend.

What the heck?? You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone, let alone a VERY POPULAR AND VERY HOT BASKETBALL PLAYER?? Some friend you are.

You furrowed your eyebrows before tapping out a quick reply and checking the rest of the messages. All of them pretty much contained the same thing, something about you dating this apparently well-known basketball player. You weren’t quite sure where the whole rumour came from or why it even mattered to anyone if you were dating this hypothetical guy.

“Oi,” Aomine called out, from way in front of you. He had continued his steps even when you had stopped. He was impatient as usual. You huffed in reply but slipped your phone into the pocket of your jeans before joining him in his strides to your apartment.

Your phone vibrated some more before it fell silent. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out when you had gone on any dates with someone that looked fit enough to be a basketball player. The only person you had gone a date with recently was obviously Aomine. And you guessed he was kind of a basketball player. But that was impossible….right? Maybe they had mistaken Aomine for someone else?

The sudden thought jolted you back to reality. You sneaked a peek at the man beside you. He was pretty quiet which was unlike him.

Well, he clearly had the looks, and he had the stamina and he too was - as far as you could tell, at least - a very good basketball player. But he wasn’t well known or anything. No one had approached the two of you whilst you two were on your dates.

His eyes met yours and a smirk bloomed on his lips, “What, can’t wait ’til we get home?”

His lazy drawl made your heart skip a beat but you shook your head furiously. He grinned boyishly in return, taking your heart as his once more. His hair fluttered with the wind, his skin glistening beautifully under the sun. Oh gosh. It would totally make sense.

“H-hey, I have a question.” You posed, clearing your throat. You pulled out your phone to distract yourself, biting your bottom lip. He hummed as a reply when you opened up your phone once more.

“Could you…possibly be…oh, I don’t know, like maybe a basketball player? Like a legit, professional basketball player. I was just, you know, wondering.” You laughed a bit too awkwardly, finally opening up your conversation with your best friend. She had sent you a picture. That coupled with the response that you received from Aomine was enough to make you skid to a stop.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I guess.”

On the screen was a very pixelated but a glaringly obvious picture of you and Aomine walking together on the front of some kind of magazine.

“Wait, what?!”

After much difficulty, and with hypersensitive awareness for your surrounding, the two of you managed to stumble into your apartment without anymore talking. You were simply too overwhelmed to say anything and Aomine didn’t speak up, or even explain himself. Even after you showed him the picture that your best friend sent.

“Wait, so you’re really- You play basketball? Like professionally?” You asked again, looking up to search his face for any signs to show that he was joking. None. All you found was this hybrid of a sheepish and nonchalant look on his face. He shrugged, only throwing himself onto your couch.

“But why have you never mentioned it? So you’re like amazing at basketball right? Like, really, really good?” You asked, taking a seat beside him.

"You never asked.” He answered, reaching for the remote for the television. God, what was he thinking? Why was he so calm about this?

“And that, that magazine! What was that?” You slapped his arm, instantly regretting it when the slap resounds through the room.  

“It’s probably nothing, just some crap they pulled out of their asses,” He said, flicking through channels as he yawned. He rubbed the spot where you hit him but doesn’t bother to show anymore hints that he was in pain.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m going crazy.” You muttered, standing up and walking around the room. The dread and anxiety pooled at the bottom of your stomach, and suddenly you were feeling restless. This obviously wasn’t what you had planned on happening when the two of you started dating, “Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe I’m making this all up. Yeah, it’s all in my head.”

A rush of air near your ear is enough to send you squealing. Aomine rested his chin on your shoulders, an amused smile etched on his face. He pressed kisses onto your neck, before finally turning you around to give you a full kiss on the lips.

“Does that really seem like a dream to you?” He asked when he pulls away. A smirk grew on his face when he notices your flushed face.

“N-no, it- um, I-” You managed before he cuts you off once more, pulling you back into a kiss. Ah, you probably picked the wrong guy to fall in love with. You had it bad but whatever.

BONUS:

“B-but honestly!” You whined when he finally pulled away. Your breathing is unsteady, coming out as short pants, “Nobody ever approached you or anything when we were in public.”

“Because I always hid.”

“Why now then?”

“I got tired of hiding.”

“Is that why you didn’t wear any of your usual outfit recently?”

“Yeah.“

“Oh.”

Guess who’s back with a passed exam B)

Hell o it’s me e e e *adele voice*

Ok lmao first of all hello my precious flowers <3 I’m so glad to be able to be here again because I’ve missed ya’all tbh, seriously this place helps me release my stress sm & yeah as I’ve already mentioned in my other OC post  I couldn’t afford to stay here because of studyING AJDKFDBEHKJDGJBK THAT’S WHY I DON’T GO TO SCHOOL ANYMORE FUCK IT. Anyway, I’m here to do stuff again c:

also

holy BHDJ,FKBHEKJWFDBHFKJL HOW THE HELL DID I GAIN SO MANY FOLLOWERS ?????

Seriously I’ve never had such a high number !!! You guys are so precious wft thank you sm for follow me screech ES /     

Also , for that matter & also because I’ve not only lost track of things but also I’ve lost muse I’ve dropped threads. Yeah, I’ve a massive dork I know, but if you want to continue our thread feel free to message me & I’ll reply to it c: don’t be shy, though I’m going to post a starter call for greet all  of those new followers & the ones I have yet to interact with feel free to like it, I want to start new things tbh & other than that I can also keep track of things tbh lmao xD                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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Switch knew Raptor sometimes didn’t like asking for help or comfort out of fear of looking weak or dependent.” 

@skateboardingrobot and @hey-im-raptor had a little RP going where Raptor was depressed and totally sucked at the Games. tbh i wanted huggy raptor and switch being adorable bros. i also rly loved the idea of this total brobot being like i need a ~*~BIG~STRONG~HUG~*~