I might just be extremely in my thirties now but I simply cannot take any sort of fandom discourse anymore. I barely could before but I am at maximum capacity. just... just watch the thing and enjoy it or whatever, be nice to each other, isn't life hard enough
"As you stare down at the road where the letter used to be, you feel blood pouring down your face. You feel pain in your shoulder. And just as quickly as it started, you're brought back and you're holding a letter unopened in your hands."
Lou wilson children have such dynamic range. On the one hand is an earnest little boy who wants so badly to get honor. On the other hand is Pinocchio smokin a cigar, chewing bubblegum, and telling Cinderella about his mental breakdown
seen so many posts that are like “I was so confused when I saw all this posting about some non-existent movie “Goncharov” like it was real” I wasn’t. this happens 5 times a week. my dash is routinely filled to the brim with passionate analysis of absurd-sounding movies and tv shows I have never heard of. I never for a second doubted the existence of a russian mafia movie set in italy with massive numbers of bizarrely named characters and no cohesive understanding of the movie’s themes or plot until I saw a post saying to tag it as unreality. this is tumblr. this happens daily. not one thought crossed my mind except “ha, looks like a few of my mutuals have a new hyperfixation.” this is what tumblr has done to me. you could tell me there’s a new tv show about dolphins with french accents living as royalty in victorian england while secretly starting a cult to renew the worship of the greek gods and the shipping discourse is intense and I would simply think “sounds legit” and keep scrolling
Here I am minding my own business listening to a playlist and all of a sudden I get slapped in the face with all the Shadowgast feels from this song. I WAS NOT PREPARED.
Lyrics:
When all of this is said and done
You will be alone
'Cause I know this won't last forever
Here's a toast to your unknown
Mother of us all
You and I are one together
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I know this won't last forever
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
But I wish this would last forever
I know this won't last forever
But I wish this would last forever
Waking up to your eye
I don't have an answer
And so I think I know you better
Waking up to your eye
And multi-colored sunsets
You're the one who gives me shelter
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I know this won't last forever
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
But I wish this would last forever
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fjord/Jester Lavorre, Fjorester - Relationship
Characters: Fjord (Critical Role), Jester Lavorre, The Mighty Nein, Vandran (Critical Role), Orly Skiffback
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Slice of Life, Fluff, spoilers episode 141, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
A big multi-chaptered fic all about the potential adventures that Fjord and Jester have post campaign! There are so many things these two can get up to during an open epilogue - developing their relationship, adventure, slice of life, and so much more inbetween.
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I’ve started a very long fjorester post-canon fic! As soon as the campaign ended I knew I wanted to write this. Buckle up, because I have a lot of ideas and have a feeling this will be a long ride with a little bit of everything!
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
I love how soft and supportive their relationship is, it's been one of my favorite things to watch develop. They care so much for one another and always have each other's backs, but also trust their partner to handle themselves and know they will ask for help if and when they need it.
You know what I think is kinda great about Fjord and Jester’s relationship?
Fjord waits for Jester to say she needs help. Or waits for her to ask. He doesn’t butt in or assume.
He knows she can handle herself and doesn’t butt in or get overtly jealous over things.
I was thinking about how when she disguised self into a “sexy women” that said “fuck off kid!” and had all those men who wanted to dance with her and get near her. And Fjord never stopped what he was doing to stop those other guys or “rescue” her. He knows that if she needs something she will ask.
She’s not helpless and he knows it. Just my two thoughts.
Shout out to my very patient non-critter husband who not only tolerates but encourages me to scream incoherent nonsense at him about fictional romances and cursed objects on a weekly basis