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At first I thought this was a photofake! Prayers for those affected.
Mount Taal in the Philippines, suddenly erupting this afternoon, Jan 12th 2020.
It is now in the Alert 4 with possible hazardous eruptions within days. Several neighboring provinces are experiencing red haze and ashfall. Its last eruption is 1977.
With what's going on in the world, please pray for the Philippines too.
(I don't own the photos, credits to the owners)
📷 | Arden Pimentel Photography, De Qui
Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Crowley’s Rat Army Words: 2158 Summary: Crowley wants to surprise Aziraphale during the Chinese New Year. His trusted band of rats are in for more than they can chew.
I got snowed in on the 12th and couldn’t get to work, leaving me awake early with nothing to do. Obviously that means I was messing around on Discord when I thought: What if we all wrote one fanfic. together. at the same time.
Lets thank all these beautiful people who decided to take a chance on a stupid idea with me, and helped create something hilarious and fantastic!
@heavens-bookshop @normified @maddyteddysstuff @crowleystolemyshoes as well as our partners on AO3 Latter_alice, The_jackalope & soleo_lion!
We had so much fun working together, we ended up making our own discord server, the Ineffable Writers Guild! Please join us for writing, collaborating and chitchat!
This will also be my “something” for Lunar New Year on my @goodomonths Holiday Challenge.8′3
HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR! YEAR OF THE RAT!
Polls open at 7am! Go early!
ALRIGHTY EVERYONE if you are planning on voting in the primary tomorrow and all you upcoming primary states here’s what you need to know:
There will 100% be fuckery when it comes to closing polling sites unexpectedly or switching locations without notice. This already happened in other primaries this year and I live in AZ & we dealt with this in 2016 where it was taken to court AND FOUND TO BE LITERAL VOTER SUPPRESSION but nobody got in trouble and nothing was done.
So I’m just telling y’all who plan to vote EXPECT there to be shit that goes wrong because 👏🏽they 👏🏽don’t 👏🏽want 👏🏽you 👏🏽to 👏🏽vote. People in AZ were seriously waiting 8+ hours so if you’re going tomorrow make sure to bring water, dress for the weather in case lines are outside, and bring ID!! Some places will go smoothly, but it’s good to come prepared!
Also, your employer is legally required to allow you to go vote - I know all this doesn’t really mean shit at some places, and some of y’all literally can’t miss the work - but for those of you that can get that time off and go vote because anything’s better than being at work lol
Devil John 8 - Want
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
Sherlock strides ahead, his long legs covering the distance quickly. John follows, his legs widening as he walks.
The flair of his coat.
Sherlock was always was a drama queen.
Sherlock pushes open the gate with his gloved hand, then he stops and looks back at John before rushing down the road. John steps through and looks at the street stretching out before them. The damp pavement glistens in the lamplight. Sherlock pauses at a quiet street corner and glances around before crossing. Bouncing lightly on his toes as he jumps over a puddle. He rushes, despite the fact that there is no sign of pursuit, pausing in his walk every so often however to glance back at John.
At University, John read the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. Sherlock reminds him of Orpheus. He is a musician, and John did indeed come from the underworld.
What is that look in his eyes? Bedroom eyes. Sherlock on his bed in only his pants. A hand drifting down. Lidded eyes falling shut as he reaches inside. His mouth falling open.
John wonders if Eurydice had such dirty thoughts while watching her lover. A glance back, and Sherlock turns down another street.
On AO3
The Sacramento Public Library started a “Library of Things” last year, allowing patrons to check out, among other things, sewing machines and other items that patrons may find useful, but don’t need to own long-term.
Bid to win fandom stats!
Bidding has opened in the FTH charity auction!
If you have the winning bid in my auction, I will do fandom stats about a topic of your choosing. You can prompt me with the name of a fandom, ship, or trope. Or you can ask something, like "how has the Good Omens fandom changed over time?" or "what are the biggest femslash ships right now?" Or "how is the BTS fandom different on AO3 vs. Wattpad?" (There are certain kinds of analyses I can't do, but I can with you to find something I can answer that you're excited about.)
Donations go to a wonderful cause -- FTH has chosen lots of good ones this year!
Devil John
Chapter 2 - Hell
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Summary: John is dead, but that’s not the end for him. Not when he has a soul left to corrupt.
Excerpt:
The room is dark, illuminated by a bare yellow incandescent light hanging down from a pale cord that has been tied in a hangman's noose. Light pools around his feet in a circle fading away into blackness. The world outside of this little circle of light is darker than a starless night, blacker than a coal mine.
Along the wall, he sees small black spiders scurrying around. They sit just outside the circle of light. Their red eyes glowing, their bodies hidden in obscurity.
“Back with us now are you, Johnny?” sings a voice with an Irish accent. “It's about time.”
John watches as Moriarty walks slowly toward him, defiling the circle of light with his very presence. He's wearing the Westwood now, under a black knee-length coat with a blood red lining. His eyes bore into John's naked flesh and he sneers.
John looks down. There are scars on his hairy chest. His bullet wound from Afghanistan is back now. He pushes to his feet, not wanting to show such vulnerability to an enemy. His back scrapes against the coarse wall and starts to bleed.
“Moriarty! This is the kind of thing that I'd expect of someone like you. I knew it had to be a trick. Where are we, and why are you holding me here?”
Moriarty rolls his head back with a sigh. Then he stomps around in a tiny circle bobbing his head from side to side in frustration as he cries, “Hell and Devils! Are we back to that again, Johnny Boy? I SO hate repeating myself.” Moriarty whips his head around to glare at John as he yells. “WHERE ARE WE?”
His voice hits John like a slap, and he falls to his knees.
“Now Johnny boy, Tell me WHERE! WE! ARE!”
“In Hell,” John says quietly.
Continued on AO3
With all of the COVID-19 news and panic going on, the U.S. Government has been sneakily trying to pass the so called EARN IT Bill which would remove end-to-end encryption on messages and calls, and allow a scanning software to read all of them. Websites that don’t comply will lose protections. This would require any message you send with a US based service to have the messages scanned by the US govt, and punishes any company that keeps your messages private.
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