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[ourflagmeansgayrights]

actually can we stop talking about “deserve” when it comes to characters dying in fiction. not everything is a fable with a moral lesson to be learned. romeo and juliet didn’t “deserve” to die. bambi’s mom didn’t “deserve” to die. izzy dying in the finale doesn’t mean ofmd is saying that certain types of queer people “deserve” to die. fictional death can serve more narrative purposes than just punishment for the character doing the dying.

[heywriters]

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[somnoir]

Inspired by that one person who continued a fic after their best friend died...

Jason Todd had an ao3 account. Jason Todd had balls of steel and logged into the batcomputer. (Trying to figure out his username but I keep thinking BlueBird or CrimeAlleyBoy)

Bruce was well aware of this. He didn't think to log it out of the batcomputer, keeping the tab open just for Jason. He's read some of that stuff that Jason has written (mind you, the kid was an avid defender and writer of WonderBat). He found it rather cute and it wasn't like Bruce has never read fanfiction about himself (both Bruce and Batman).

And Jason? He wasn't really sure if Bruce knew but he didn't really care that much. And besides, being Robin made sure he was prepared for anything the Ao3 curse was going to throw at him. If that damn curse sent Riddler then his fist would be the solution.

There were around 20 fics in that damn account, ranging from his OTP that was WonderBat, some SuperBat, and the crack fics of Bruceman. (Jason would never allow himself to tell Dick his username but he sure as hell has his older brother beta read all the Bruceman fics. That man was one of the OGs and he wouldn't disgrace his brother.)

He avoids the Ao3 curse until it appears in the form of the Joker.

When Jason dies, Bruce keeps the tab open, making sure that the account doesn't log off. Because that was a part of his son. (When he missed Jason a tad too much at times, he'd read one of those ridiculous fics that would make his two eldest sons laugh.)

When it's around two months after Jason's death, Bruce gains the courage to post an announcement on his son's account, making sure his fans were well informed and not anticipating for the next chapter.

I'm sorry to announce that this account will no longer be posting any updates. This is the author's father and I must unfortunately inform you that my son has passed away. Thank you for being there for him and reading his stories...

The post is along those lines.

(Tim was an avid reader of that account and was utterly devastated when Robin's death was further confirmed through this post. Yes he knew this was Jason's account. Of course he did!)

But Jason comes back from the dead.

Sees his account again after getting out of the league. Sees Bruce's announcement and maybe it makes him feel a little better.

But Jason's a menace and the day he started posting fics was the day he vowed that he wouldn't let the Ao3 curse take him. He even announced that to his readers in his first story (WonderBat obviously)

He posts an entire fic of oneshots consisting of Batman with numerous members of the Justice League. In his end notes, it says:

Not even death can stop me. I write WonderBat in the face of Death and told him to fuck off.

The next few posts consist of Batman/Justice League, even a few Bruce/Justice League (yes, that includes Batman). And Bruce, with Jason's account still logged into the batcomputer, is mortified when he sees Tim shamelessly read a 5+1 fic of BatLantern on that huge ass screen.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

learn about me by observing my blog like im some sort of creature

name list

[lucybianchi]

[j1998v]

Im thinking of.. boyfriend gavin reed whose favourite form of affection is holding hands..

all of these after MONTHS of dating and he's finally melted around u and dropped his cool guy act btw

finally done wth police work and ur getting into the back of a taxi together ? immediately reaches for ur hand and i assure you he isnt letting go until its time to get off

cuddling sessions when he insists on holding ur hand and u fall asleep like that. u wake up and he's still sleeping on ur chest, u readjust yourself and thinking ur gonna get up the first thing his body subconsciously does is tighten his hands with yours . you also wake up with his hand near yours, it couldnt stay intertwined the whole night but once he is a bit conscious, before opening his eyes his hands search for yours slowly and after locking it once again, u doze off for the 2nd time

u get up first and when ur brushing ur teeth with one hand and the other placed on the sink, he snakes one arm around ur waist and traces your arm with the other to eventually lock your fingers together

during kisses too! no matter how quick or how passionate your kisses are, he always tries to sneakily hold your hand, its like they have a mind of their own . and afterwards he'd always give u that shit eating grin. stupid bastard.

inspired by this

[autism-alley]

hi originally posted this at the end of a long thread of back and forth, here’s the og post if you want full context but i feel like this needs to be its own post especially bc i keep seeing this argument being made—the argument that the kids (in this case it was annabeth) SHOULD just know the monsters are monsters and who they are and how to defeat them before ever encountering them, that it’s a problem if they don’t.

the problem is not if 12 year olds should recognize a trap when they see one, even if they’re smart 12 year olds, and if that’s realistic. that is entirely beside the point.

the problem is rick riordan wrote a book series whose formula is bringing myths to the modern age and he’s not sticking true to that in the show—percy jackson and the olympians’ Shtick is taking these classic, ancient threats and giving them a new face. these traps work because these kids are not walking into a cave marked with Get Out and getting ambushed by monsters—the monsters are disguised as harmless mortal human beings, in harmless mortal human being places (for the most part) and i think we—and more importantly, the show—are all forgetting the mist, the magic involved here. it’s not just that medusa is a “creepy lady with her eyes covered” it’s that there is ancient magic at work here, magic that, like the systems of abuse pjo exists to criticize, has been evolving and continuing its malevolence for millennia. it’s formulaic, that’s the point. it’s the same trap you’ve learned about all your childhood, the same trap a thousand children before you learned all their childhoods, and still, it works. you fall into the trap. because that’s how generational abuse works. it’s a trap. it isn’t enough to learn monsters exist, what they look like from a second hand story that originated thousands of years ago. if you want to escape alive, you have to adapt as quickly as they do, recognize their face, and ultimately, beyond any individual trap, the game itself has to change. real, generational change.

so. the problem is rick riordan wrote a series with a formula for action that perfectly captures the overarching, systemic conflicts he was commentating on, and then threw that formula out in the show because it was “unrealistic”. i don’t give a damn about realism when it works to the detriment of the story. this is a story about generational abuse, yes, but it’s told through ‘a tale as old as time’ and that’s why it works so fucking well. and when it comes to basic storytelling, if your characters know the threat before they even walk in and you do practically nothing to then make up for the stakes you have removed, that’s a flaw. now you’ve lost the entertainment value for your audience, on top of also lessening your themes.

something else that is so. honestly soul-crushing as a writer and a creative, is that to me this is reflective of the way we are now afraid to tell earnest stories. stories where we care not for listening to the people who want to pick apart fictional, mythical, fantasy stories for not being “realistic” instead of aligning with our target audience who acknowledges reality is not what makes a story. think of your favorite movie, show, book, comic, what have you—has the reason for your favoritism ever been because it is the most reasonable, the most grounded, the most practical out of any you’ve seen? or is it because of the emotion? the way it speaks to you, to your life and the person you are? the journey it takes you on? is the percy jackson and the olympians book series so good because it’s inherently realistic?

the secret to storytelling is, very simply, focus on your story. everything else is secondary. if it’s written well, it doesn’t matter to me that the characters walk into a trap that, to the audience, is obviously a trap. because i can understand how the characters don’t know it, and how the story falls apart if the narrative just tells the characters it’s a trap from the jump. that’s what dramatic irony is—first used in greek tragedies! this is literally a tale as old as time in every sense except for the end—where it’s happy. and it’s not earned if we don’t first see, over and over, the status quo as a tragic trap.

it’s not about if annabeth (or the other kids) is “smart enough” to not walk into a trap, or about if she’s just too prideful to not walk into what she knows is a trap (or any reason that could apply to the other characters), it’s that annabeth, at the end of the day, is a character. she is a storytelling tool for the messages of the narrative. that doesn’t make her any lesser. in fact ignoring it reduces her, because it reduces what she represents. it’s about how rick riordan, or whoever else at disney, has fumbled the storytelling bag so ridiculously hard that they can’t take the simple, effective formula outlined from start to finish (by good ol 2009 rick himself) and adapt it to the screen without answering the most unimportant, derailing, anti-story questions.

[escespace]

Gwen: I was only gone for a couple of hours!

Merlin: I know, my ability to make bad decisions impresses me too.

[sabhi-napasand]

"Tum pasand ho, bus baat khatam hai..."

[loveable-sea-lemon]

I LOVE WRITING SELF-INDULGENT THINGS

[stfulara]

in k3g when srk says, "socha kahan papa, socha toh bilkul nahin. bas pyar kiya. pyar." my inside melts, my heart does a triple flip, runs a 200m and then flat lines

ye ladka haye allha 🎀

[justeveren]

“Love is a pomegranate.”

I will stain my fingers and take my time peeling my skin. one precious seed at a time. desiring to be consumed like pomegranate seeds. spilling juice all over your fingers and mouth. split open its seeds like crimson jewels glistening with the promise of passion. to bite into the flesh of another’s heart. taste my blood and tell me what its flavor. unconditional devotion. ripe and crimson. all yours inviting you to consume it whole. Each seed is a pulse, a heartbeat you devour, hungry for more. In love’s dark hunger, you become both predator and prey, feeding on the essence of each other,

leaving nothing behind but the hollow rind of what once was whole.

[they-write-sometimes]

In another life, maybe I’d try to be the bigger person

But in this one

I’m already

5 inches taller

At least 6 times smarter

And going make it 7 times farther

Than you ever will

So understand,

The ‘high road’ is any path I choose to take

Because I could walk the road to the depths of hell

And you’d still have to crane your neck upwards just to catch a glimpse of my face!

Maybe I am petty

Maybe I am looking to make you hurt and draw some blood

But you know what?

At least I can love!

And despite my better judgment

And the advice from all my friends

About how I’m out of your league

About how we were bound to end

I did love you

Which is more than you could ever say

— My thoughts when told by my psycho ex’s psycho friends that I should “be the bigger person” and stop talking about what happened.

[huntressofartemis001]

character concept: a hero with x-ray vision whose health gets progressively more deteriorated due to radiation exposure

[trains-boy]

Sskk and skk comparisons could make me kill myself

They aren't SUPPOSED to be the same, and one will be more in depth. You know why? BECAUSE WE'RE WATCHING SSKKS RELATIONSHIP PROGRESS AS BUNGOU STRAY DOGS PROGRESSES. skk already has their fleshed out moments and symbolism, sskk ALSO has their fleshed out moments and symbolism. And sskk are going to have plenty more of them as the story progresses.

Not trying to understand or dig deeper than just surface level information of two characters' relationship ≠ the characters' relationship is bland and not as well told as another one

Skk have a lot of content and symbolism, but that doesn't mean that sskk is lesser than because they don't have as much YET. if that makes sense.

[theserenityinviolence]

Ne, Nana..

"no matter how close you are, everyone has their own life, and i know it's impossible to make someone belong to you but there are times i feel so terribly sad about it." -Nana Osaki

That was quote from Nana, to Yasu. A part of me, too large for my pride to admit, relates. I wish I had the skill to wield a pen, but my heart lacks courage for even that. So, here; my selfish desire, put into words however I can manage.

Those close to me have often heard I'm "the jealous kind", "the possessive friend", and so on and so forth. I'm known to "gatekeep", I am a coward. My insecurity commands me.

I'm told I'm easy to talk to, to open up to. Why then am adamant in the belief any knowledge disclosed to me is public? Public, insignificant, worthless.

Sometimes, I feel I cannot love properly. Gray, bleak and plain. Sometimes, my obsession is unhealthy. Painfully, wholly, strongly. Sometimes, I am too tired of myself to think I'm worthy of feeling.

Why do I so passionately wish to have a person.. my person? Someone belonging to me? Mine, someone who everyone in my world knows as mine. I want to belong. "You're my tribe", and she knew.. and he knew.., in those letters, within that fine print, she belonged. And he belonged.

"I just need her to need me..", Hachi told Jun. I don't want much else. Just have reason to keep me around. Have a reason to need me. Depend on me, use me.

Ne, Nanas, tell me, Why? Why do you deprive yourself of the one thing you most desperately need?

@kaalboisakhi I did tell you I do not know how to write, but eh, what's there to lose? Here you go, friendo. Ps: you still have to finish translating that song for me ;D