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i have understood so many things about online leftist culture by the fact that when i said "your local community has people you will morally and politically disagree with but you cannot lock them out of accessing any tangible service you’re organising" one of the tags responding said "this isn’t about proshippers in here you’re not welcome" like. folks. focus with me. some of us are homeless here.
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Rereading In Other Lands… again. A doodle for you 🤲
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Is Elliot decently muscular and athletic to the people in the Border Camp? Does he realize this?
Absolutely yes, and absolutely no.
Elliot has two superhuman personal trainers. They are intensely motivated by his wellbeing, and he is intensely motivated by his desire to earn their affection.
... He doesn't have to do this, but he doesn't realise that. It was interesting for me to chart Elliot's development over years, both physically, mentally and emotionally. To me his outside is a mirror for his insides, as he grew more socially adept and confident and able to charm and negotiate, but still thought of himself as a social reject even while using those skills, despite the cognitive dissonance inherent. Elliot doesn't realise his deeper qualities attract people's love as he doesn't realise his surface qualities attract admiration.
Being unloved by your primary caregivers in childhood means you carry with you--despite evidence to the contrary, despite your own intelligence arguing otherwise--a deep-rooted conviction you are unlovable. And if you have a prickly personality (with that conviction, it's likely: neglect, like other forms of abuse, does not produce perfect victims) you're going to receive feedback that looks to you like more evidence to back up those beliefs, and you won't see the arguments against it. Elliot is observant as hell, but only sees a certain amount because of his blinkers.
... Also I do enjoy writing characters who are deeply oblivious, and providing the clues for my readers. Every character is a mystery in themselves! And the mystery is both tragic and comic.
To people in the Border Camp, Elliot's less impressive than on our side of the wall: they're accustomed to said superhuman personal trainers, but he is still remarkable enough to be remarked upon by their commander. That's especially significant as many of the 'humans' in the Borderlands have inhuman blood, and thus everyone's approach to 'can a human jump from a tall cliff and land unhurt' is 'that doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about the capacities of the species to say...'
Elliot's unquestionably seen as the jock of the council course, which would disgust him if he knew. He's picked to play the homme fatale of his school play and put in revealing outfits, and the very night of the school play while still in sexy costume he sleeps with the (widely-considered) hottest girl in school. (Having already romanced the other contestant for hottest girl in school. And then goes on to hook up with the two best-looking boys. Truly a bisexual icon among the beautiful people.) Extremely fit in all senses of the word, and to those of the Border Camp being visibly athletic is especially attractive because it indicates you're more likely to survive.
To those outside the training camp, well, he gets courted by a harpy on sight ('who is that striking gentleman? I must bring him a bouquet of dead rabbits!), propositioned repeatedly by an elf, and kissed by a mermaid during their first encounter. It is fair to suspect that some of his diplomatic missions have been helped out by people responding to him with 'he's not that diplomatic but... that ass.'
To the people of our world, as Jase testifies, Elliot is clearly the product of fairly intensive athletic or military training.
I remember one post that says 'he is so tall and so ripped' and another one saying he is totally jacked and the fastest man alive.
... I endorse them both.
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I need people to talk about In Other Lands with as I once again write super niche fanfiction. Please, I'm begging you
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Don't mess with a teenage girl and her emotional support skull
I know the skull was scorched after the explosion but I forgot ijbol
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we may not live to see our glory
He curses under his breath and quickly makes the sign of the cross again.
Quill runs into Lockwood in an unexpected place during the Black Winter.
part of the tin soldier series
Quill digs his nails into his palms. He needs to wash his hands clean, lay his burden down, and try to ease some of the gnawing guilt that’s sitting in the pit of his stomach.
He sighs. It would be so much easier if he’d actually done something wrong.
But that’s the rub, isn’t it? Every single step of the way, he’s done the right thing. He’s followed all the rules, he’s waited his turn—everything he had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. And then he followed Lockwood & Co. into Aickmere’s and it all slipped away as if he’d been holding water in his hands.
Read the rest on Ao3.
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epiphyllum oxypetalum
They’re old fairy tales, scattered throughout the book in one- to three-page chunks. A maiden who fell in love with a prince and threw up roses until he kissed her. A princess who was forbidden from declaring her love for a pauper and suffocated on daisies. A woman who magicked the forget-me-nots away, only to remove all that was good within her, becoming a wicked old witch.
The flowers are parasites, in other words, feeding on impossible love, eating women from the inside out. Something inside her curls, winding around her ribcage. Jane has many questions, but one thing is for certain: Guildford is no longer the only one with a curse.
Or, a Hanahaki AU.
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you ever get a comment that makes you want to reread your fic ?? it’s like ‘dang u liked it that much?? lemme go look’
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HAHAHAH accurate 💚💚💚 love you
early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind
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Holly and Kat from the most recent chapter of Barrels and Bootlegging <3
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day 4 | favourite ship
‘You shine like a beacon, attracting the attention of all dark things.’ It chuckled. ‘Why d’you think I’m chatting with you? ’
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@synestheticwanderings every conversation we ever have
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Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Lockwood & Quill Kipps Characters: Quill Kipps, Anthony Lockwood Additional Tags: POV Quill Kipps, Catholic Quill Kipps, Catholic Anthony Lockwood, Catholic Guilt, Aaron Burr coded Kipps, Alexander Hamilton coded Lockwood, Black Winter, Angst Series: Part 3 of tin soldier (kipps fic) Summary:
Quill runs into Lockwood in an unexpected place.
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