Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP! Bathtub Fic and First Kiss, for either Star Wars or Stargate, please!

How about both?

For this meme.

They’ve lost track of how long they’ve been here, at least by a calender that might correspond to home. It’s been nearly three hundred years by the calendar thier captor had provided.

Oh, they’re technically allowed to go wherever they wish within the bounds of the small empire ruled over by their captor, but it’s nothing like they’re accustomed to. Tinier than the Republic they’d fought before the anomaly had thrown them to this place where the only even remotely familiar thing are the other Sith. Even they aren’t truly familiar – they share physiology, but nothing more.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Maul leans back in the large tub – overly ostentatious, like everything else in this galaxy, drowning them in luxury – and closes their eyes while they draw on the Force. Searching for something, anything to get them out of this frustrating place.

They’re jolted out of their meditation when the door to the room is hastily opened and shut again, the intruder visible for a moment before they dive to one side, hiding in the meager shelter of the screen that is supposed to be for a servant to be at their beck and call. The person is lucky Maul has no use for such a being, not when the servant would be ultimately loyal to their captor.

“Who are you?” They don’t bother with the strange vibrato that their captor and the other local Sith use, even though they can feel the tremors in the Force that tell them the intruder is a Sith. Or perhaps a Jedi, but they’ve yet to meet any such here.

“No one.” The voice is feminine, rough, and breathless with exertion. “Who are you?”

“A prisoner in a gilded cage.” They’ve rarely been subtle, before or after they were brought here. Stealthy, perhaps, but this is not a time to hide information. Not if the intruder is running from their captor, and has the potential to be an ally.

And I’m going to outline from here, because then I can post this, instead of it sitting here for who knows how long.

Maul’s captor is uncertain, beyond not Baal, because Baal would not be nearly so foolish as whoever has Maul in their hands. Ra or Apophis or Kronos (since he’s the one who sent the ashrak after Jolinar, if I remember correctly).

The jaffa chasing Jolinar do come looking in Maul’s rooms for her, after she’s come out from where she’s hiding and they’ve gotten at least out of the water, and something something, there’s a kiss in there, but first kiss is also probably last kiss, because they’re not interested in anything like that, and Jolinar is pretty much only interested in Lantash and whoever is hosting him (Martouf, at the moment).

There is escape, and Maul is not any more impressed by the tok’ra than they were by their System Lord captor, and just. All they want at this point is to get back to a familiar galaxy. They’ll even cooperate with whatever the Jedi want to prove that yes, damnit, they’re both in this willingly, because fuck this galaxy and its backwards wish-they-were-Sith.

(There is also possibly going “fuck this”, and them deciding to find a way to conquer the galaxy with the local tech, even if it’s not nearly up to their standards, and allying with Baal, because Baal is not an idiot, and everything canon in SG-1 is thrown out the window, because this is all before Earth finds Abydos and blows Ra and his ship up.)

Hugs for EVERYONE*

morgynleri:

*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.

Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.

*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.

Fundraising week 10

theotherguysride:

Hello everyone! Welcome back to the weekly fundraiser!

So far last week: I ACED MY FINALS. I’m super proud of that, actually. I’m 100% in Practicals and the State Board is gonna be EASY at this rate.

I was SUPPOSED to get a job offer. But someone in the salon I was going to be working at let her licence lapse, and so she’s…doing my job. OH WELL. It does mean I’m back on the job search grind!

So far I’ve applied to several dozen jobs in my area, gotten a call back appointment from one, and the person NEVER CALLED. So I’m expecting that position to be filled already. Oh well. More applications it is!

One of the problems I have is that I don’t have a drivers license. I’m hoping to be able to take the test soon, but that’s a while off. I’ve got a handful of things to do first, like finish learning how to drive. If I had a vehicle, I’d be working as a delivery driver 100%, or as a manager. I’m over-qualified for most entry level positions, and under-equipped for management.

THIS MEANS THAT MY INCOME IS STILL ZERO, and I have to eat and get to/from school this week! I’m hoping for a job callback next weekend so that I can start by Friday. NO promises but that’s the goal.

paypal.me/theotherguysride

www.gofundme.com/megangoestocosmetologyschool

My transportation costs for three days is 45$, at 15$ a day. This is with bus and metro two ways, from Centreville VA to Chinatown DC, a 30 mile trip one way. (I’m COMMITTED guys. I’m making it work. I’ve got a 98% attendance rate!)

Food is still  about 20$ a day, and I’ve given the household my EBT card for the month so that we can get groceries. I’ve got not-school days covered. I’ve also found the Subway near school, so I’m going to see if I can cut my food costs while still keeping my balanced diet.

This means that my TOTAL SCHOOL SURVIVAL COSTS are $105 a week. I’ve currently got 30$ saved from last week, because of several generous donations!

Y’all. So far, you’ve kept me above water. I can’t even begin to describe how grateful I am that you’ve supported me this far. You’ve been my ANGELS and I’m forever going to be paying this forward. I’m not exaggerating when I say that if you weren’t supporting me, both emotionally and financially, that I’d have quit this by now and lost it all. Thank you, from every piece of me.

So continuing this adventure, I’m reaching out again. Signal boosting helps AMAZINGLY, as do your donations. I’ve gotten so far and you’ve made my life possible, and I’m genuinely blessed to be a part of such a supportive and helpful community. I LOVE you guys, seriously. All of you.

Like before, I’m also taking on prompts for donations!

armeleia:

Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

  • You’re more than what you make.
  • Your productivity does not determine your value.
  • It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.
  • Not everything you do has to result in a product.
  • Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.
  • You can make things just for yourself.
  • You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.
  • You’re allowed to say no.
  • You’re allowed to rest.

carlynroth:

captacorn:

rikerssexblouse:

radioactive-violet:

morenita326:

lodessa:

ghostcat3000:

Tagged by @theawkwardterrier. Thank you!

Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Everything was too close to the surface and one doesn’t point out the scene of the crime with a bloody knife in their hand.

Tagging: @cheshirecatstrut, @blithers, @widespindriftgaze, @letteredlettered, @absolutelyiris, @cupcakesandtv, @htbthomas, @returnsandreturns, @beyondthedreamline, @sophia-helix, @hannasus, @darling-in-my-fashion, @lodessa, @aspiringpolymath, @significantowl, @englishable, @firstaudrina, @wagamiller, @roane72, @kylo-wouldnt-like-those-chips, @mimilaroo, @jenndoesnotcare, @beezlebobble, @hariboo

His father does not idly promise; despite his misgivings, Spock is convinced of this.

@morenita326, @morewonders, @bea2me, @clonethemidwife, @leyenn, @liminal-zone, @joyful-voyager, @jaqofspades, @jhelenoftrek, @hayjbsg @ghostcat3000, @sophia-helix, @pixiedane, @talsi74656

She looks back at him just as they disolve in the golden particles that twirl and vanish.

@angrywarrior69 @ariella884 @carlynroth @coffee-in-that-nebula-oitnb @devoverest @dvandme @emmikamikatze @getoutofmyjaneway @gracelockheart @radioactive-violet @killermanatee @leisylaura @littleobsessions90 @mia-cooper @missyhissy3 @missmil @rawkfemme

Under the cut because I am who I am:

@rikerssexblouse @ussjellyfish @jhelenoftrek @epicwillalwaysbemyfavouriteword @jimmybobjames @reflectingiridescent @admiralkatcornwellfan @cool-veggiesword

Keep reading

Charanpal tasted of shitty Jovian liquor, but Cotyar didn’t care. 

Tagging @ussjellyfish, @captacorn, @reflectingiridescent, @jhelenoftrek, @mia-cooper, @devoverest, @nenya-kanadka, @pixiedane, @radioactive-violet, @liz-squids

Things deteriorated from there. 

@carlynroth @joyful-voyager @missyhissy3 @warp6

No pressure tagging as always. I just picked people I know have written some fic at some point!

“You tried to run from me, to betray me, but you can never truly escape what you are or the place where you belong.”

shiiiiiit that’s 24 tags. i really gotta write shorter sentences.

no pressure tagging:

@angrywarrior69 @angelicsharonraydor @ariella884 @breezybree @boldlygoingintobooty @cheile @coffee-in-that-nebula @emmikamikatze @elizabeth-janeway1158 @geohorse @kjaneway314 @klugtiger @katesfire82 @littleobsessions90 @marcygoomen @missmil @mollybecameanengineer @morenita326 @morgynleri @purpledog47 @rawkfemme @supernovacoffee @talsi74656 @weary-hearted-queen

She will be glad when he leaves after the holidays.

@poplitealqueen @lacefedora @norcumi @dogmatix @fialleril @lferion @judayre @rainewynd @thebibliosphere @lynati

If you want to play, go for it, even if I haven’t tagged you! (And if you’d rather not play and I have tagged you, no worries.)

rainewynd:

elfwreck:

pillowfort-io:

Good news everyone! We’ve gotten so many inquiries about the site since our last round of registrations that we’ve decided to extend our wave 4 sign-ups! This means you still have a chance to get into Pillowfort before we start our Kickstarter. Get on the waiting list now and we’ll be sending the registration links out before the end of the month!

If you don’t know what Pillowfort’s all about, check out this post for details!

PF has a unique TOS (here, have a g’doc version that’s easier to read) that specifically doesn’t allow a lot of the hostility that happens on Tumblr. It’s yet to be tested if that turns out to be too much of a chilling effect (the rule against “spreading accusations or condemnation of other Pillowfort users” means you can’t warn people about predators), but it’s at least a different approach.

Structure is kind of a mashup between LJ/DW and Tumblr. As noted, it’s in beta; there are planned features that don’t exist yet, like editing comments and restricting who can join a community. So far, it’s small and friendly; it needs a lot more activity to stress-test both the features and the community concepts.

After this round, the plan is not to have any more free users; there’ll be a crowdfund project at some point, and people will pay for beta access. So sign up now! Grab your username! Decide if you like it later.

I’m raine over there if you want to find me.

I’ve got the same username on Pillowfort as I do here (and pretty much everywhere I still acknowledge). If you’re over there, feel free to follow me. 🙂

officialqueer:

lianabrooks:

hellishues:

saltenecker:

someone in a fanfic: s-stutters in embarrassment

me, closing the tab: sorry I must go

Unrealistic Stuttering: “S-sorry I-I d-d-didn’t m-mean t-to…”

Realistic Stuttering: “Sorry, I uh… I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to do that…”

When people stutter, they usually reword what they’re saying as they speak, and subconsciously insert “filler words” such as “uh, like, you know,” and etc.

*puts on speech therapist hat*

ACTUALLY! It depends on why they are stuttering. 

A Nervous Stutter results in what is called Mazing, or rewording the sentence. That is the classic “I, um… well I… look it’s just that… so we…” that @hellishhues is talking about. When someone is mazing their words you’re seeing a form of Speech Apraxia where the brain is having trouble forming verbal speech. This can be brought on by brain damage, memory loss, anxiety, nerves, and several other things. 

The root cause of a nervous stutter is a disconnect between the mouth and the brain. 

With this you will also sometimes see the classic “S-s-s-sorry…” especially if the person has been training to speak clearly and is now at a point of fatigue or stress where they are not mentally capable of forming the words.

The other kind of stutter is a Physical Stutter, sometimes referred to as slurring, and another facet of Speech Apraxia. This stutter is caused when the muscles of the mouth, tongue, and throat are physically unable to form certain sounds. This is most often seen in the very young and victims of brain trauma. 

Sounds are acquired at different ages, so a 2-year-old will probably not be able to clearly pronounce certain words (which is why toddler sound so off when they’re written with developed dialogue). These mis-pronunciations are sometimes referred to as lisping, but only if the sounds are run together. If the person starts and restarts the sound because they got it wrong, it can also sound like the classic sound stutter. 

But it all depends on why the character is stuttering!

Do they have Speech Apraxia, Audio Processing Disorder, muscle dysfunction, or another medical reason to stutter? (1)

Are they stuttering because of anxiety, stress, or fatigue? (2)

Does the stutter stem from intoxication or blood loss? (3)

All of those will sound different! 

1 – Will have mazing, repeated sound stutters, and be the classic stutter that annoys OP.

2 – This is where you’ll see the repetition stutter, mazing, rephrasing, and filler words.

3 – This is where you are more likely to see starts and stops and slurring of words. 

My mum has apraxia and I just wanted to say that’s one of the most concise and clear ways I’ve seen it explained, thank you!

nyxserpent:

milomeepit:

welcometotheravenclawcommonroom:

AU where the hat knows that there’s a storm brewing on the horizon Harry’s first year, and is determined to be ready.

When “Granger, Hermione,” is called, Hermione’s logic catches up to her excitement and she realises that the sorting hat has been a part of this world for centuries and she’s only been in it for weeks, and that she wants to listen to what it has to say before asking to be placed in Gryffindor. And the hat looks, and the hat sees someone who’s always been on the outside, who has such thirst, such ambition, and who knows that she is capable of more. And thinks Slytherin immediately.

“Very well,” Hermione thinks. “Put me in Slytherin.

And the hat warns her that she is not choosing an easy path, that there is a reason that no muggleborn has gone to Slytherin since the time of Voldemort. It tells her that it is dangerous, and that he can put her in another house as he has done for those before her. But he looks into her mind and sees the force of her conviction.

“I’ve been facing racism my entire life,” she tells it. “Here I have the power to do something about it. Put me in Slytherin.”

“Very well,” the hat thinks, and announces her placement. And jaws drop and eyes widen in shock as this little black girl with eyes like a bronze warship and the bearing of a queen walks over to her table.

When “Potter, Harry,” is called, and the hat sees a child who has suffered, but is so powerful, more powerful than almost any child he has ever seen, if he could only believe what he is capable of. Powerful enough to do what is needed, even though it shouldn’t be his responsibility. And Harry is so nervous he tells the hat to put him anywhere. Put him anywhere, just let him stay.

“Very well,” the hat thinks, better be…

“SLYTHERIN” is the only sound before the hall is silent and shocked her again, as a shy little boy with black hair and tan skin who looks far too skinny and far too small stumbles over to the Slytherin table, trying his best to be as invisible as possible. And his big green eyes have a haunted look that says he’s seen too much for someone his age, and that looking back is not an option.

When McGonagall reads “Weasley, Ronald,” Ron is confused. An hour ago, he was sure he would go to Gryffindor, thought he knew the order of the world. But his new friend is in Slytherin and he’s too nice to be evil, and Ron questions what he thought were hard truths.

And the hat sees. Sees a boy who’s been overshadowed, who has so much ambition and so much longing to prove that he can be something. And he is something, something more. The hat can feel it in its very fibres. “You were made for Slytherin,” it tells him. “You have the mind of a general and the ability to face your worst fears and stand strong in the heat of battle.” And Ron thinks that sounds far too ominous, but all he knows is that his new friend is in Slytherin, the only friend he’s ever had that respected him like an equal and looked at him like he was Ron and not Just Another Weasley. And he makes up his mind.

“Okay,” he tells the hat. Aware that he is breaking away from centuries of Weasley tradition. But isn’t that what he wanted- to be noticed?

“SLYTHERIN,” the hat calls, just as the students think that they cannot possibly be more surprised.

And the gangly redhead that slinks awkwardly to the table in green, away from all his brothers, doesn’t look like much, seems to the casual eye entirely unimpressive. But there is a look in his eyes that says he is strong, he is capable, he is loyal without fault if only he can find someone who is worthy to stand by him. There is power there, there is more.

And nobody knows quite what happened, but everybody can sense things will never quite be the same.

YES

I need an epic length fic of the following years of shenanigans