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*throws ibuprofen on the ground and watches the aging tumblr populous peck at them like chickens*

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been binging yu yu hakusho and I love these guys so much

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As a brown person I’d like to give you a nice “fuck you” for making the assumption that all POC have suddenly decided that it’s okay to play their shit loudly in confined public spaces, such as busses, trains, doctors offices, shared work spaces, etc. wtf are you trying to say here? That POC have no self awareness in public spaces?

I think it’s extremely ignorant to assume that this is strictly a POC issue and that POC are the only ones to play their shit loudly in public spaces. I, myself live in a diverse city, where you can find assholes of every shade deciding to play their Spotify likes for all to hear. And it’s rude as fuck no matter what shade you are. Fun fact, anyone of any ethnicity or race, can be an asshole. Anyone deciding to play their shit loudly on a bus IS AN ASSHOLE, and quite frankly, deserves to get told off.

And you mentioned people with sensory issues. You would agree that a white person loudly playing their music next to a POC with sensory issues is rude AF, correct? Well, what’s the difference when it’s a POC playing their music loudly?

I know it’s not possible to expect public spaces to be quiet at all times, we’re all human and shit happens, but you should at least try to be mindful. Be kind and considerate of the people around you, put some damn earphones in.

not to harp back to a few days ago but the whole "taking phone calls in public/loud music in public/playing music and videos outloud in public is rude etc. (the list could go on)" argument is not only absurd,

(not all public spaces are going to be silent its is unrealistic, outside cannot cater to every single person as everybody has different needs, but this is not me dismissing there are concerns for people who may have sensory 'issues' or may be bothered by loud sounds)

but has ties to racism and classism, especially considering that many nonblack and white people call the police about "noise complaints" on black and brown people and poor people because the music being played at a party is 'too loud' or music from a car is being played 'too loud', leads to them getting arrested or killed.

It also has links to gentrification, it is known that people who do complain about a community being too loud are clearly not familiar with the cultures in that area and that loud noise being a nuisance is a clear sign you are coming into a culture you dont know

anyway i think some of you need to read the article linked because the influx of these types of arguments is concerning.

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The thing I'm most uncomfortable with this going forward is, like, "the Queen of England" is such a major phrase that I don't think I'll be able to let go.

And like this isn't just me -- large parts of modern culture, songs, phrases, etc. are based on the understanding that the monarch of England is Queen. (What are the Sex Pistols gonna say, now? "His fascist... raging?") And with a relatively minor (and rather negative experience, at that) interruption in the middle, this has been the case for the past almost 200 years. This isn't something we can just CHANGE. I get that she was old and going to die, and if the monarchy was going to continue at all obviously they'd need to find some successor. But everything from that past few centuries makes "King whatever" absolutely incompatible with it.

So, like, obviously that's not an acceptable situation. Which leaves a clear solution

The Queen is Dead; Force-Fem the King

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Oh god, I just aged several years in a single second, a friend of mine sent me a snippet from a fic that read someone put a VHS into a VCR and took so long getting back to it to press play that the menu screen had looped multiple times

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New D23 filled with Easter eggs of Disney properties with projects in the works right now that will most likely get trailers and other stuff announced, but wait a minute… What’s that? In the bottom corner??

It’s the boys! What does this meeeeeeeean?!!!! I’m finally hyperfixating less and then I see this? Guess we’ll see what this means in another week (if it means anything 🥲)

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Welcome to the funniest set of memes I’ve ever seen thank you

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holy FUCK this country hates women oh my fucking god

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“In my youth,” reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, “I was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.”

“And were you goated, sir?” the young boy queried.

“My dear boy, I most certainly was!” The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. “With the sauce, I daresay.”

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hi! for your writing game: 3, 5, 18 :]

From this!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Oh see, the problem is actually that I DO write That One Scene (or Several) I Want to Write and then I am Never Ever arsed to write any of the set-up and context! My brain concocts some silly ass dialogue and/or scenarios and I FEVERISHLY jot them down and SOMETIMES I luck out and get a finished fanfic out of it but more often than not when it's time to build the actual framework my brain simply chucks itself out the window, which is why I have 67 published works on AO3 and upwards of 240 WIPS sitting in google docs and a very narrow completion rate of, what, 30ish%?

My brother keeps telling me "Just post them as WIPS if you’re not going to come back to them!" but I CAN'T….! "Just write out a paragraph for context and let it go, it doesn't matter!" YES IT DOES LMAO

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Listen, yeah, it’s Alberto and take from that what you will lmao Rejection sensitive dysphoria? Daddy issues? Refusing to ask questions and pretending to know what’s happening at all times? I'm fine thanks for asking!

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterizations?) Tell us about them.

In general, some of them do! I think this happens to every writer to some degree, especially with longer fics, where you start out with certain ideas in mind and as the story actually progresses, things shift around and sometimes come out completely differently! It can be frustrating when a story doesn’t organically grow in the direction that you want, but it can be exciting too!

*clutching my face* Crowned With Laurels has literally so many alternate versions/scenes that I had to make a brand new subfolder for the "drafts", which consists of several branch-off story lines that I didn't pursue but almost fully fleshed out anyway.... I don’t really want to get into them atm, though, because I’m still actively working on CWL and I’m still fleshing out some things, but if y’all are curious about them after it’s all finished I’ll be happy to share!

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“Maybe next summer,” Giulia says a couple months into your stay in Genova. You'd just told her about the strange way your stomach heats over like magma every time a letter from Portorosso arrives, and you were really concerned because this had never happened before. Was it just a human thing? It's not until a month later, when a wittled Vespa with wood shaving still clinging to its form arrives in the post with your name on it, that your cheeks burst and tingle, the magma boiling over onto your face.

Then, you get it.

So, you suffer through the rest of the school year knowing, dreaming, and hoping. Maybe next summer. Maybe next summer. Maybe next summer. It runs on repeat, keeping pace with the heartbeat in your chest. And before you know it, it changes to maybe this summer, rattling in time with the wheels along the train track taking you back to him.

You're there a day earlier than you're supposed to be, but Giulia is an amazing friend and Signora Marcovaldo understands you just as well as her daughter, and assured you that Signor Marcovaldo has already agreed to keep your arrival a secret from Alberto.

You have enough sense to let your mother pluck and fret over you as soon as you get off the train, letting her smother you in a year’s worth of kisses. But as soon as she’s done and you’ve said your hellos and made promises to tell them all about your year over dinner, you take your leave. You’re almost surprised that your mom doesn’t protest, and instead gives you a gentle push followed by a “hurry up, already” from your grandma. Giulia doesn't miss a beat and grabs the luggage out of your hands as you make a mad dash down the hill towards the beach.

There are far more people who remember you than you do them. Most likely due to your seamonster-ness. Lots of nonne try to pinch your cheek on the way down or ask how you’re doing. A group of kids who you vaguely remember offer you a slice of anguria in exchange for a chat, but you wave politely and tell them you’ll come by another time. Ciccio and Guido, who are less intimidating now that they’re no longer out for your blood, even offer you a ghiacciolo. You decline and before you can even ask, Ciccio directs you to where Alberto is currently on the beach. With one final wave, you make your way out of the piazza and finally, finally get to the beach.

That’s when you see him.

He's wading in the sea, a couple of giggling kids holding his tail hostage as his fins flick water into their faces. He's grown, filled out some, enough that his limbs aren't as gangly as the previous summer and he looks less like a stray cat that you found off the street, but the energy he exudes is so much the same. You can feel it radiate off of him from where you stand; rays of the sun hit and warm you just the same as his laugh does.

Pebbles fly out wherever your feet pound, your legs more in tune with your heart and working faster than your brain. Your shoes are off but you can’t remember where or when you chucked them aside. He spots you hurtling towards him just as soon as you shout his name, his tail now free. He lets out a loud whoop of laughter and starts running over to you. He's close enough now that you can see the freckles dotting his face; they’re like scattered star matter from a supernova.

You crash into him before he can even finish crying out your name, his grin so wide that his eyes crinkle at the edges, and your arms wind tightly around him, wrapping him in a big hug to make up for all the ones you missed out on these last 9 months. He lets out a laugh. So do you. And then you both dissolve into a fit of giggles. He’s a steady warmth against you, kind and comforting as sunlight filtering through a window on a summer afternoon illuminating the words on a page of your favorite book. You’ve never felt safer anywhere else in the world. He grabs your uniform in his hand pulling you closer to him.

Maybe this summer.

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What’s that???? Draw Luca getting eggs funneled into his mouth straight from the source? Sure, man. Give me an hour, and I’ve got you 👌

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything, but I’m still fish obsessed and sometimes my friends throw the right amount of funny ideas (cursed shit dredged up from the deepest pits of hell) to get my brain going stupid.

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are you going to update “You are my sunshine”?

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I don’t want to discontinue it because I did have it plotted out from the beginning and I really liked the characters, relationships, setup, and where it was going, but I also wrote this fic not knowing shit about writing. It was literally my first fanfiction ever and I made a lot of weird choices that I wish I could go back and rewrite. So, back in the winter I thought to myself, “hey! I actually can go back and rewrite and clean this bad boy up!” Which is what I’ve been doing.

So, now I’m in a weird rewriting hell. On top of that, I have a few other smaller fics I’m working on, and LOTS of fanart. No guarantees I’ll have an update soon. Maybe one day (lol in ten years) I’ll have it finished and post again. For now though, im taking a break to focus on other Luca related stuff. Crazy how I thought I could bang out a long fic in just a couple months and be done with this hyperfixation. Nope. Almost a year later of Luca and im not even halfway through.

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It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything, but I’m still fish obsessed and sometimes my friends throw the right amount of funny ideas (cursed shit dredged up from the deepest pits of hell) to get my brain going stupid.

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the fact that so many industries are propped up by actual broken transactions lmao. hollywood can only turn a profit by abusing special effects people. restaurants were undercharging for food BEFORE the pandemic. pink collar workers and truck drivers grind themselves into the dirt so you get your coffee on time. capitalism has never worked, it survives on wage theft and killing people, every single pipeline begins with someone having a gun pointed at them asking if they want to live and everyone up the chain is like i guess everything’s running smoothly :) !