which ao3 tag are you?
God😭
Tell me why I was watching calc notes from my class today, and everytime the professor mentioned the variables in order: d, a, d, t, I had to stop the flippin video because I couldn't help but think about DADT 😭😭.
Like god damnit these flippin pilots WON'T LET ME DO MY WORK 😆😆
The french seething about "le wokisme" is such a baffling thought to me. The fuck are you mad about people having pronouns when your fucking bedside table has gendered pronouns. How do you get mad about what other people want to be called when you've lived your whole entire life without ever not even once misgendering a pair of pants.
people will say "why cant the eldritch gods just be nice to humans :((" and then kill a bug for existing near them
Jake loves the tattoos that adorn Bradley's body.
The origami birds that take flight across his shoulder-blades. A goose, a swan, with a rooster gazing up at them.
The stark lines of the missing man formation of four F-14's, three shooting across his chest, with the fourth arcing up to rest over his heart.
No matter how many times Jake's fingers trace the aged lines of the B-25 Mitchell that rests in the crook of his elbow, Bradley won't explain the choice, only murmurs about it being his first, and that he is going to have it covered up.
He never does. But Jake's favourite, the one his fingers can't stay away from, is the little incomplete hangman figure he comes home with after his last deployment. Five months they spent apart. Five months new ink has been carried on Bradley's hip without Jake's knowledge and investigation. Five months where the spot Jake's hand rests as they settle to sleep has had seven empty spaces for letters. Five months Bradley has waited to play, Sharpie in hand. Counting the dashes, and even taking note of them being split into groups of 5 and 2, Jake still has to try his callsign first. "H" "Not your callsign you egotistical shit." Bradley added a frown on the blank face. "A" _A___ __ "J" "Nope." "K" "Are you using your name now?" "Yes." "No. A leg and two eyes added to the tattoo later, Jake is staring more intently at Bradley's hip than he has at any Bandit and then it dawns on him. MA__Y M_
The smile that stretches across his face hurts. It aches in the best way as he looks up at Bradley, the other pilot's gaze intent on him and not the artwork. "Yes." "That's not a letter." "Still my answer." Plucking the pen from Bradley's unresisting fingers, Jake fills in the missing Rs and the Y, before adding a big YES across Bradley's lower belly.
PLEASE do yourself a favour and check out this wikipedia-styled template for google drive, made by @ Rukidut on twitter
I decided to try to sort my ideas and whats canon regarding my ocs with this and ITS PERFECT. IT ALL FEELS SO CONRETE. and i sure as hell AM Going to continue to use this with every single OC I have until google drives is set ablaze- Just!!!!!!!!
Also; link directly to the doc, just copy the file and you have your own lil template!!!!
If I ever become christian it's gonna be because of Hozier. That okay with u?
I don’t care what religion anyone has ever, as long as they are respectful to people of other religions
just saw this on pinterest and it hit me like a truck
Did you notice who's back?
I'm so happy!
@makingitupaswegopod
Leave her some love and kudos🥰
The all mighty monarch of lasagna queen of potatoes and king of the universe here to watch the drama and make weird noises in my corner also I first go here cuz ao3 shutdown 1 time and I join... you can see the vibe
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