gallusrostromegalus:

thelittleblackfox:

starfieldcanvas:

buckyballbearing:

Ngl actually one of the coolest things is reading fic by someone who is super knowledgeable about a specific field

Like do you realize how many unique and interesting AUs exist (yes even in the ubiquitous ‘coffee shop AU’ genre) simply because the writer has this deep interest in some particular skill

I’ve read fics incorporating advanced pastry making, geology, sharpshooting, translation, and on one memorable occasion, PBS’s Antiques Roadshow

Keep shining u adorable oddball stars 

I saw someone tag a fic like this as “take your fandom to work day” and I think that should definitely catch on

My fic is equal parts shitty career catharsis and monsters getting a hug

I have a chapter called “in which you all get to learn about my hyperfixation” and I think that’s very sexy of me.

The reason Ages is so long and heavy and traumatic is directly related to the fact that I have been a 911 dispatcher for 14 years.

(Source: eye-of-orion, via niftybottle)

I don’t know who Tumblr thinks they are with this busted up shit-posting dinosaur of a website but I have zero plans to put any of my drawings behind a paywall.

Pete: Remember that time you threw up in your own car on the way to urgent care to have your stomach pumped? lmao

Myka: Yesterday? 🙄

Pete: How many times do I have to tell you not to accept drinks from random 150+ year old women who blow up everything they put together?

Myka: My wife is not a random woman, Pete. She is my wife. And not EVERYTHING blows up. Anyway, it’s not her fault my modern day stomach crumbles under the weight of her Victorian era recipes.

Pete: I’m just saying, you could have found a wife on Match or Farmer’s Only dot com. You didn’t have to go marrying the first woman to escape the bronze section and hold a gun to your head.

Myka: Goodnight, Pete.

Pete: Too soon? 😂

Pete: Goodnight, Pukey.

Helena: I KNOW THAT YOU ARE WELL AWARE THAT I AM IN THIS TEXT MESSAGING GROUP PETER.

Pete: 🤣🤣🤣 Goodnight, Pukey’s Wife.

Lately, Myka feels like she is constantly cycling between “Helena! No!”, “I don’t want to know. I just really do not want to know,” and “When I said we should experiment with more toys… I did not mean some yet-to-be-tested actual experiment that you invented at three o’clock in the morning.” But “We live with other people, you can’t just walk around in your underwear and no, I do not care that you were just running from my room to your room to get some tool you needed for the thing we are definitely not testing in our bed, thank you very much,” was absolutely a first.

Maybe…

I hadn’t drawn for fun in a while, so just doodled my night away at work. Let’s not try to make sense of it.

deathtodickens:

Here I go with my projects…

I’d like to add a gallery of Post-It notes from folks in fandom to the front page of beringandwells.com. This is an ongoing project, so please do not feel rushed to complete this or even obligated to participate. If you’re interested, grab your Post Its, write or draw a note to Jaime or Joanne or the fandom or a friend or yourself or no one at all, take a clear, close-up photo of that note, and send it my way.

You can either tag me in a post or tweet, DM me on Twitter or Instagram (@/deathtodickens), or email it to me at dickens @ autostraddle dot com. Or if you want to reblog this post, I’ll hopefully see that, too.

Please sign the note however you like or not at all but know that the images will be public, able to be seen by anyone, and I will save the file names for the images using your screen name. If you prefer I not do that, let me know ahead of time so I can save it as something generic.

I will pass the link along to Jaime and ask if she’ll share it with Joanne.

It’s like social media but more tolerable???

(Source: deathtodickens, via solvingpuzzles-savingtheday)

firstactproblems:

Ok but I’m obsessed with Wells and Bering. Like, please tell me no one though they were just straight women?! Because this wrestling episode is the height of flirting…

Originally posted by ilexa

This post is so innocent.

How do y’all even trust me anymore. I have actively been writing this chapter for four years. FOUR YEARS. GOING ON FIVE. I’m so sorry. lolll. But it has to be right and if it isn’t right, it isn’t worth posting. So here I go.