#APPARENTLY they unblock her tag?

[n7punk]

XANA shared a snippet of a cut track from The Sex Was Good Until It Wasn’t on her Instagram story this week 👀

[longing-for-rain]

What's the context as to what's going on exactly?

I assume you mean the people sending me death threats over a fanfictions I wrote (which is like... the 3rd? 4th? time this has happened now), but to summarize:

Ironically, I initially made this blog with the intention to just be very lowkey and post headcanons/silly posts/art and not engage in discourse.

At some point, I got an anon angry at me for mentioning how I viewed some of Aang's behavior towards Katara as toxic masculinity and answered it.

A kataang shipper reblogged the (properly tagged) post to whine at me even more, so I replied back with sources and maybe a little too much humor than she could handle, so she cried that I was a meanie and blocked me.

Had a few more experiences with Zutara haters reblogging my posts, making me increasingly annoyed.

I started writing more Zutara metas and criticizing canon more openly.

My posts got popular, popular enough that angry kataang stans started sharing screenshots of them around on here and Twitter.

I made fun of one particularly insane kataang stan who went on a few of my posts, and even into my DMs to screech at me for being every type of -phobic under the sun because I don't like Aang/Kataang. She still periodically blocks and unblocks me so she can shoot more of her brain vomit my way, and accuses me of harassing her for reposting screenshots of her unhinged comments to laugh at. She also accidentally followed me while trying to send an anon one time (I assume, since those buttons are close together) which was hilarious for someone who claims I bully and stalk her.

Recently, a bunch of kataang shippers got butthurt over a post I made referencing how Katara is drawn differently (it was a response to an Anon mentioning a much older post measuring the size of Katara's eyes and jawline) to make her appear younger during "romantic" moments with Aang. I commented on how I found it a creepy contrast and like how much more natural and human she seems while not with Aang, or with Zuko.

Another whiny brat kataang reblogged the (again, properly tagged) post calling me a pedophile, colonizer, racist, and whatever else his little rotten brain could come up with, and posted (without any trigger/content warnings!) out-of-context screenshots of a fanfiction I wrote exploring themes of sexual violence. This was apparently supposed to be "evidence" that I have a "fetish" or something, which needless to say, is an absolutely disgusting thing to say to a survivor talking about her experiences of sexual abuse, especially when you're a man who has never experienced that.

That brings us to why everyone is discoursing over the fic: Claws of Ice. Keep in mind, the majority of these people haven't read it, don't understand any of the context, and felt it was appropriate to leverage my trauma against me in the name of a ship war. The man in question is still crying about how he's the real victim here because I was apparently too mean to him when I responded to his accusations that I'm a pedophile and that my story of assault is a fetish to him, which is exactly the kind of male entitlement you'd expect.

So yeah! That's why they're all so obsessed with me, and throwing around every possible Bad Person accusation they can think of about me, but I really don't take it too seriously with that in mind. I was very nervous about posting this story in the first place because it was so heavy and personal and I was unsure of putting these themes out there, but the backlash has been oddly reassuring. The two biggest haters are that manbaby I mentioned, and that obsessive stalker who keeps spamming the atla-confessions blog with anons that are very obviously her while pretending she's trying to "calm down" the fandom, neither of whom can seem to formulate a coherent sentence. Like if that is the opposition, pretty sure I'm in the right here.

[appatary8523]

ENCANTO FANDOM, BE CAREFUL WITH HECTIC-HECTOR

Long story short, this person is delusional. She blocked me like a year ago (or two? I can't recall) for not liking Encanto, and I thought that would be it, but this night she unblocked me just to send me a message, saying things that I cannot comprehend, talking about God seeing me talk trash about her and her "friends" because, apparently, she has some informant who told her so.

This is not the first time I'm aware she makes drama out of thin air, only to harass people. She has done it before in the Coco fandom, she's very problematic and tends to think she's in the right, feeling attacked for no reason, thinking you hurt his friends just for breathing, so she keeps bothering you forever. She went as far as to go to a Coco group IN FACEBOOK to complain about someone, trying to make people hate someone she didn't liked just because how spiteful she is. And in other occasion she harrased the mods of a non-profit Zine to lower the prices, even knowing the proceeds would be donated to charity.

I don't like the movie, but that's pretty much it, if you like it that's great for you. I don't check the movie tags and I don't tag ANYTHING with it, I don't talk about it because I simply don't care about Encanto, I don't have time to annoy people over things they like just to make them think like me. You don't bother me, I don't bother you, but she doesn't seems to understand it that way. Apparently, not liking Encanto is something I must feel ashamed of.

Be careful with her, do not interact with her if possible, she may get offended for things you never even said.

[trekkingaroundasgard]

Midnight Meetings (Clint Barton x Reader)

Summary: In the middle of the night you wait to meet your contact for the upcoming mission. He's not quite what you expected.

Gender: Neutral

Rating: Gen/Teen

Tags: SHIELD!Reader, first meetings, spies, eventual colleagues to lovers

Words: 1.1k

Note: The first part in a mini series. It will be updated... at some point.

@thehawkeyesbingo prompt: "Quick catch that flamingo, it stole my wallet"

The seat in the booth behind you creaked. You glanced to your left, attempting to steal a look at the man – you assumed, from the light smell of aftershave. However, a server stood directly in front of the mirrored surface where you could have caught a glimpse. You expected her to move any moment but she didn’t; apparently, flirting with the line cook was much more important than serving truck drivers cold, drip coffee.

Slowly, you reached into your jacket, fingers curling around the handle of your pistol. The last thing you wanted was to whip out a gun in the middle of the shitty motorway diner but it was better to be safe than sorry. Should things turn sour, the nearest exit was less than five steps away and your secondary escape remained unblocked.

You stiffened as the man moved, lazily stretching his arm across the thin surface that separated your booths. He twisted his head, not quite enough to bring him into your peripheral but close enough to your ear to whisper, “Catch that flamingo.”

The grip on your gun loosened. “It stole my wallet,” you responded quietly. If the situation weren’t so dire, you’d be suppressing an eye-roll about now. Whoever came up with these ridiculous countersigns had issues.

Without another word, he dropped a folded note into your open bag which you then gathered casually along with your coat. Leaving a few notes on the table, you walked out to the car park without looking up from the ground. It was only as you sat in your car, fastening your seatbelt, that you finally caught a look at the man you were to partner with through the diner window.

It was difficult to make out details from this angle, not helped by the reflection of the neon sign on the glass, but you saw enough to know who you’d be looking for later. Short blond hair, broad frame. Otherwise unremarkable. Just what you’d expect from a spy.

You unfolded the paper he’d given and frowned.

A New York pizza menu?

You were used to cryptic clues from both your sources and your superiors but even by those standards this seemed left field. Were you supposed to call the proprietor and ask for mighty meat? Perhaps it was a front for the New York branch of SHIELD, a way for agents in the field to get the information they needed. But what good would that do you half way across the world?

You looked at the leaflet again, this time giving it more than a confused cursory glance, and there you saw it. Scribbled in the bottom corner, a telephone number with a distinctly local calling code. A quick search returned the name and address of a crappy hotel about half an hour away.

It was probably a bit paranoid to assume you were being followed but you checked for a tail nonetheless before heading towards the hotel. The guy on the desk was half asleep when you arrived, a victim of perpetually unlucky scheduling judging by the dark bags under his eyes. He didn’t bother to check your fake ID, instead simply handing over a preprepared room key and pointing vaguely up the stairs.

The overhead lights were too bright for this time of night so you only switched on the bedside lamp. Perched on the edge of the bed, in the relative darkness, you pulled the case folder from your duffle bag and skimmed through the files once more. Halfway down the page, you heard a gentle knock.

You peered through the viewer and saw a blond man. Or, rather, a very intense close up of his nose and an eye. “I caught the flamingo.”

Clearly more tired than you thought, your mind blanked entirely on the correct response. It didn’t matter, though, you rationed, since he had already come to your door. Flicking the lock, you opened the door wide enough for him to step through before locking it again. Gesturing towards the beds, you said, “How does that one go?”

“Huh?”

“The countersign. I caught the flamingo…”

“He’s a slippery bastard.” He flopped onto the bed and dragged a large palm down his face. With a sigh that seemed to come from deep inside his bones, he said, “I don’t know. It’s not a real sign. I’m too tired to think. Just needed you to open the door. What time is it?”

“About two thirty.”

“Right.” The man sat suddenly, like someone had yanked on a puppet string and pulled him upright. “Well. It’s nice to meet you and all but I’ve gotta make some calls and get everything ready for tomorrow. You’ve got the files?”

You nodded towards the brown folder that you’d been reading before he interrupted.

“Great. I’ll brief you in the morning.”

He looked up and suddenly seemed to see you for the first time. Not fast enough to hide the interest that flickered across his gaze, he instead leaned into it. You’d have shrunk under such over attention from any other agent, especially one you’d just met, but there was something about him, something magnetic. The bedside lamp cast a warm light over his face, highlighting both the sharp features and the softness in his smile.

Resting back on his hands, you couldn’t help but mirror his appreciation. The bedside lamp worked doubly hard to emphasise the thickness and strength of his muscles. The midnight chill had set in but he hardly seemed bothered; with no jacket to hide beneath, you were given a full view of the tight pull of his shirt across his chest and the prominent veins along his arms. You doubted if you’d be able to wrap your hand around the muscles, so large were they.

He unashamedly let his gaze drop to your lips, your neck, your chest, before dragging his attention slowly back up to your eyes. “I’m Clint, by the way.”

You gave your name in return and felt your stomach twist when he smiled back. Forcing some semblance of professionalism into the ever shrinking space between you, you stretched out a hand and tried not to shiver at the sparks which danced across your skin when he shook it.

Slowly pulling it back, pretending that his simple touch hadn’t set your nerves on fire, you said, “I look forward to working with you, Clint.”

“Get some rest,” he said softly, finally pushing up off the bed and heading towards the door. “I’m in one-oh-six if you need me.”

There was an invitation there, in the inflection, the up tick of his grin, you were certain. Not tonight, you cautioned yourself. Maybe after the mission was over. Yeah. If he still looked at you the same way after this was done, after he learned what you really were, then you’d accept the invitation. Not a moment sooner, though.

[sophieinwonderland]

Okay, wait! One last thing! I just was playing this part over in my head!

Only one prior-moderator was online when the post was made, and the other moderators were dealing with in-life issues. The post was forgotten due to all of us having a disorder that causes amnesia, and trying to step back and away from anything in regards to SophieinWonderland.

Let me just say how amazing it is that the mods managed to recall a 20-bullet-point list of things I said in November in order to defend "contextualize" the transphobic attacks against me, but apparently all just had amnesia about the Survivors' Network Admin making those attacks in the first place.

But hey, they were all busy on the 28th and the days following. Spike was busy screenshotting me on the 28th. SAS was busy tagging me almost every day to keep an argument going. The mod who wrote the document who I won't name was busy writing an angry essay for me to read in defense of SAS that they published on the 29th which they went through the trouble of unblocking me just to get me to read it... and then got mad once I promptly blocked them back.

(Did I mention their habit of dogpiling? Such a coincidence that I was being attacked by at least four mods of the same server including the admin, at the same time.)

Clearly, these people were way too busy to address the fakeclaiming and misgendering their admin was doing. Especially while trying to "step away from anything in regards to me." 🙄

I guess "all of our mods were too busy making posts about Sophie to address the transphobic remarks our admin made about her" wouldn't play quite as well with their intended audience, would it? It kind of ruins the whole victimhood vibe they had going on there.

There! I think I've gotten it all out my system! (No pun intended.)

[fcb-mv33]

Hi.

So i got a tip that you are apparently talking about me and that apparently you claim that i come onto your blog trough anon asks. I found all of that interesting, considering i had to unblock you to write this.

Does that mean you have another blog just to read my stuff??? I didn't know you were a fan. Was it you that came onto my blog yesterday to defend kelly?? Are you really a fan of someone if you are ok with them doing something wrong??

P.s

I don't use anon. This blog already is anon. It's not connected to my real life.

Also to the maxiemoomo what ever the blog is, i never said Max is braking his mamas heart i said that i would ask him is he considering he didn't spend his vacation with her even after she expressed her wishes to do so.

it's fine to leave out the entire context, apparently??

I get sent stuff from my mutuals since the majority of them are constantly seeing your hate posted into the max tag. I actually never mentioned your blog and since you have me blocked that means you can still check out my blog plus your mutuals sent you my posts so let’s not try and play who’s spying on who.

I think your posts over the last few days are literally ridiculous and embarrassing. Calling Max out for posting a picture of his gf and now all of a sudden you can’t follow him seems like you were just looking for an excuse to drop him and now are actively involved in the MV00 girlies and anti Max fans circle so good for you. I don’t care one little bit about Kelly because I follwo Max, literally just Max. Unlike you I don’t dedicate my blog to posting constant Max towards Max for his personal life (whihc ps is non of our business). He’s done nothing wrong in posting that photo, we don’t know anything about Max past what he’s shown us and he has never shown any sort or nastiest or vile behavior you seem to think he shares with her because Max is his own man. My interest is just in Max which is why I find the hate you have been posting towards him vile considering how much abuse he already gets so that’s why I called it out.

You say Sophie expressed interest in going on holidays with Max..are you besties with Sophie? Or can you read minds? Max spent the Spa week with his family including Sophie so why you feel the need to make these comments about a family who you will never know is just weird. You post all this shit in the Max tag for us to see and then (like the past experiences I’ve had with you) you call out Max fans for not constantly turing their blog into a gossip sight and post pics of Max and his gf. You have put max blogs on here through shit with your followers, posting the blog and their posts, calling them out for not obsessing over wags like you do.

So you can re-block now because I’m still going to be a max fan :)

[kittsu-and-company]

// off blog story \\

// TWs; Mention of Running Away, Self Depreciation, Sleepwalking(?), and other things I’m not sure how to tag! \\

Kittsu stared at the door leading to the house in which she was staying. He fucked up. Badly. And for what? He left his employer to handle swarms of customers by herself what, just because it got a bit too loud?

Pathetic. Kittsu needed to make up for its mistakes, but it was already so late and he doesn’t know if his apologies meant anything anymore. He doesn’t want to knock. It’s 11 pm. If he just knocks once, his boss, and effectively landlord, would come and let her in, but Kittsu couldn’t stand the fear of not knowing how she’ll react.

Kittsu had charged its phone at the Pokémon center earlier to many missed calls from Mrs. Bee. Worried, maybe? Angry, perhaps? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t want to bother her anymore than he already had.

Maybe he should disappear again.

He gulped in front of the door, shivering as the outside temperature gradually decreased. Kittsu looked down to see Aeries’ curious gnawing on his leg, presumably asking why they hadn’t gone in yet. ‘How dare Kittsu simply stand there, refusing to unblock the entrance to Aeries’ comfy bed?’ At least that’s what he likes to imagine Aeries saying.

She giggled a bit at the small Vaporeon looking impatiently between she and the door. Raising her hand to knock once again.

Kittsu paused again, her throat suddenly tight. Why is she crying? Why now? Mrs. Bee doesn’t need to see him cry. It’s shameful, it just shows how much of a baby Kittsu is when confronting the problems she herself created. Mrs. Bee doesn’t need to worry about Kittsu. She shouldn’t…

Kittsu resolves to wait outside the door until she can get her act together. She has no reason to cry, and nobody here deserves to see her Kroododile Tears. It’s shameful; to cry in front of someone who is not at fault. Kittsu has no reason to be upset.

She knows that’s a lie. There doesn’t need to be any reason, but this is the only way she can stop herself from crying over reasons she can’t quite grasp.

Kittsu sits on the porch step staring out at the streets of Santalune City, the market stalls having been cleaned up earlier in the afternoon. Arceus, how selfish of him. He knew he should’ve gone back to help clean at the very least, but apparently he can’t even do that.

Kittsu doesn’t believe himself. He doesn’t know what he believes. He knows other, more mature people will tell him he’s wrong. But wouldn’t that just be another method of fishing for attention that she doesn’t need?

He realized he’d stopped crying now, Aeries still standing by the door, tail slapping against the deck impatiently. Kittsu is so fucking tired. He’s not sure he has the energy to even knock on the door anymore. He just wants to sleep in a comfortable bed but he knows it’s only his pride keeping him from that. Stupid, stubborn Kittsu. So self aware yet unwilling to change, what, just to make himself suffer? He has no reason to. Why does he want to hurt?

Oh. Kittsu’s crying again. Aeries gave up standing by the door, now draping herself dramatically over Kittsu’s boots. She sighs, and picks up the Vaporeon with little resistance. She steps off the deck and begins walking towards the Pokémon center a few streets away, occasionally stopping to listen for Houndour.

They approach the Pokémon Center and are greeted by the bright fluorescent lights, the street illuminated from the sliding glass door. A LED light sign hung on the side reads “Open 24 hours a day,” and flashes in obnoxious patterns.

Kittsu walks into the building, the door ushering her in like a hungry maw. He doesn’t quite understand what’s happening anymore. Arceus, when did she get so tired? When was the last time she slept? Today, right? Or was that yesterday? She can’t tell.

Kittsu sets her backpack down by one of the chairs, and brings Aeries and her Pokeball to the nurse across the desk, requesting that Aeries is allowed to stay overnight. She’s only half awake as she pays the extra fee, Aeries staring at her looking mildly betrayed. Why was she doing this again?

Oh right. She’ll have to leave tomorrow, or, well, may have to leave. The agreement with Mrs. Bee is that Kittsu could stay with her for as long as she worked, and Kittsu had failed to hold up her end of the deal. Arc, she was so tired.

Once everything had been taken care of, Kittsu retreated to where she had placed her bag, and sunk into the chair. She barely registered when she had curled around herself, hoodie used as a makeshift blanket. She could tell she was falling asleep, maybe she already was. Maybe she was sleepwalking this whole time! Wouldn’t that be neat?

Kittsu could feel her eyes getting heavy, and she didn’t do much to fight against the force. She was really, really tired.

[sayla-aris]

Haven’t been here for a bit and I just want to put a brain worm into existence OUT of my brain.

So like... I typed in a website wrong because my typing skills suck especially when I’m tired. And what came up? My ex’s tumblr. And I just remembered these conversations we would have about if we lived together and the size of the apartment and shit. And now. NOW. I am living in a 2b/1ba with my two cats that has a HUGE living room you could use as a dance studio space (trying to keep myself from buying a pole to add to the aerial equipment and it is a losing battle) plus equal sized bedrooms with good sized closets and. It’s what we talked about wanting. Except here I am, affording it on my own, doing my thing, living my life (providing for my cats), etc. and she’s apparently struggling to find a job and move out of her parents’ home.

Like, I feel like I should feel vindicated except I don’t. I actually feel pity. Yeah, we had a terrible breakup and she lost a bunch of friends at the exact same time due to her behavior and actions but it’s been YEARS and honestly? I hope she finds a job and can move out. It’s probably not going to be the “live alone” sitch she’s apparently dreaming of, but it would be nice to know she’s at least thriving because it looks like she is trying to fix all the things that she was doing way back then.

Anyway, hope she gets a job soon. Hope she can afford to move out soon.

Still not going to unblock her but I am going to tag her even though I’m probably also still blocked. :P

[askwendyokoopa]

Somehow Puffmun Returned

((I mean, it's not like her being called out for being a TERF was going to keep her away forever, and she's already explained that it was an 'accident' that she misgendered them 11 times. And apparently my 300 posts telling people not to Doxx, or that Doxxing is a shitty thing to do, or threating to block Stacy if she Doxxes Kirmun... all take a backseat to that one single time her anonymousona (we've spoken at lengths about this, it's a whole thing) asked me about the war between her and Stacy and I said that I would personally be alright because I had previously Doxxed myself. I'm not sure how she even interpreted that as my approval, but the only thing dumber than that, is her convincing other people I approve because of that. The funniest thing is, there was no initial Dox threat, ask her for a screen shot of one, she doesn't have any. The 'inciting incident' for the Doxxing war was a post where Stacy said "Wow, this sure is a Long Beach!" (information that Kirmun had made public herself). I, like an idiot, apparently, told her not to fight the Doxxing claims, because "What else could you have possibly meant by that post?" If I hadn't said that, Kirmun wouldn't have sent that anon (seriously, she'd unblock one of us, send 14 DMs and 3 anonymous hate messages, then block us again, or something; it's was excruciatingly obvious) and then... well, she'd just be misinterpreting some other ask... I just can't win...

She was caught sending anonymous hate to both Xixi and Majora, the later of which was supposedly her friend... so she's not above negging to get what she wants. I wasn't really involved in that drama but there're like 20 pages of documentation to go through if you have that kind of time to kill? For the one I was only tangentially involved in, that I often described as being stuck between two Karens hitting a beehive with sticks, you can rēad through this tag. It's only 3 pages and not as pretty, or organized, but all the links go to other blogs involved and evidence. Stacy even offered $50 to anyone who could provide "any obscure anecdotal evidence or something" from Kirmun's side, and as far as I know, there were no submissions. Not one person could come up with anything approaching evidence 4 years ago. Although supposedly (I have not seen these DMs), Kirmun sent in what Stacy described as "a long winded nonpology of ‘I’m sorry if you were offended’ along with ‘keep your money’ and 'use it to buy Tropical Freeze'." Which makes no sense; I mean, I don't know if she has that game or not... I assumed so, but I guess I can't ask anymore since she's fallen off the face of the Earth. But the contest was to find any evidence for Kirmun, she was literally paying for your defense, that's how confident she was that you were wrong. Why in the world would you tell her to stop? It could only have possibly helped your case... it's beyond help, of course; seeing as there is no evidence, but still.

Actually, with Stacy gone, there's been no one here to give me updates on Kirmun (whether I wanted them or not), she might have never left? I only ever followed her with Diddy Kong, because it made saving posts to the Internet Archive easier. And someone had to archive everything she said about one of us, because she'd delete them and then complain that "she's already stopped talking about us, so why can't we just leave her alone?" This was after she deleted her dedicated hate blog, containing a list of everyone who's said boo to her since she was 12; which she claimed to have done "because she has nothing to hide." Also, after never addressing any of the criticisms, or accusations, or proof of her misdeeds, she'd randomly make posts about how she "Hasn't been called out because she's not a dumbass!" For some reason, this unusually specific denial never set off any red flags for any of her followers? Oddly enough, even her dozens of other victims, while they knew all the charges against themselves were false, would 100% believe the ones against me and block me anyhow. I tried to explain to people how she was using simple schoolyard ostracization tactics, but nobody would listen because? IDK, going over evidence meant too much rēading or something... everyone blocked me, so I never really got to ask why. Even the one who coined the nickname 'Puffmun,' like she's never going to accept you after that, throwing me under the bus isn't going to help you.

Nevertheless, it took 4 whole months for her to find out about Diddy, despite me having that huge kicky-damn 'other-muses' list, and referring to them as my sockpuppet accounts. And constantly talking about what I was doing and tagging her, and since she was ignoring all those posts, she confused my IP address for Stacy's. So when she did some sort of HTML trickery that kept me from visiting her site via IP it warned me to leave her alone, and asked me to tell 98.6 (i.e. myself) to do so as well. Also I was doing that stock ventriloquist gag where I mention that we share a Mun, or "Why are you arguing with yourself?" jokes... I still do that. I'd say my 100+ muses are an open secret, but they're even less of a secret than Smithers' sexuality. Whatever, it really pisses Kirmun off, possibly because she knows that she has at least a dozen alternate blogs at any given time that she doesn't tell people about, and it rags on her guilty conscience. Though that list is almost definitely out of date, I'm pretty sure she deleted them all right after I posted them... then made new ones. All to get around blocks, but only to send anons... if you weren't going to tell people about your Smurf accounts, it's traditional to use them to imitate someone else... what are you even doing? I have never met another human being that bad at lying, or a bigger crybully.

Which brings me to my next, and final point on the subject, also a summary because everyone has ADHD and my essays full of pertinent information and receipts are boring.

TL;DR: If you happen to know any of the people who have blocked me, tell them to "Beware the sound of one hand clapping." because it's an important life lesson that I think they've missed out on.))

[ligercat]

20 Questions for Writers

A thank you to @oceangirl24 for the tag.

❣️How many works do you have on AO3?

292, counting the ten I have posted anon.

❣️What is your total AO3 word count?

340,004. If it ain't obvious, I mostly write one-shots and drabbles.

❣️What fandoms do you write for?

For a long while, I just wrote for Phineas and Ferb, aside from the rare crossover, but lately I've been writing for Evil Dead and dabbling in other fandoms featuring Bruce Campbell.

❣️What are your top five fics by kudos?

Painting it Better - 423

Lonely Night - 360

Eternity's Dime - 211

Accidents Happen - 203

The Call - 197

❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. It doesn't always happen or sometimes I get back to them a year late. I love getting and giving comments but replying to them just mentally drains me.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Honestly, I've written so many angst and character death fics that I have zero idea.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Same with this, I've written a lot of happy endings. I don't know which is happiest.

❣️Do you get hate on your fic?

Not recently, but I have in the past. Apparently the idea of Phineas and Ferb going up against mutants offended someone to the extreme. I was very tempted to ask their opinion on the plot of The Phineas and Ferb Effect after that episode came out, but that would've meant unblocking them.

❣️Do you write smut?

Nope. Never have, never plan to.

❣️Do you write crossovers?

Yes.

❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, thankfully.

❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?

Sort of? One of them is supposed to be translated but I haven't heard anything about whether it has been or not yet.

❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?

No. Thought about it but, uh, I've been informed by teachers that I don't 'play well' with others, so it's probably for the best I don't lol.

❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?

Asking the hard questions here, huh? It varies day to day, I have a real soft spot for these two right now:

via GIPHY

❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Descent series. I finished the first installment and I got two more outlined but when I was writing Descent into Madness, I had a friend on the sidelines who was very supportive and encouraging. She went on a trip out of the country, saying she'd be back in a year. And, well, she never came back. I don't know what happened to her or if she's okay or what, but I just can't even try to work on the fic without thinking about her and I end up not making any progress.

❣️What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at emotions, I have to take other people's word at that.

❣️What are your writing weaknesses?

Biggest one is probably finishing things. There's a good reason I mostly stick with short fics.

❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it twice. As long as the fic is still understandable, I don't see any issue with it.

❣️First fandom you wrote for?

Artemis Fowl.

❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?

I generally say it's Flames Climb Higher. I just really like how the foreshadowing turned out.

I don't know who to tag so open tagging. If you want to do it, do it.

[neosprivacc]

@sneezemonster15 is openly hinduphobic and, as you all have know, is toxic beyond belief. And I’m here to simply amplify the energy back.

N.S in Land Of Waves

Idiots in love. <3.

[windfalling]

i can’t get over how it’s canon that lucy’s journal had become what was essentially flynn’s touchstone—a tool, at first, to get revenge, to set fire to the roots of an unequivocally evil organisation. but it’s still her journal, an embodiment of all her thoughts and feelings and reflections. so of course he feels like he knows her—he does, in a way. he knows a version of her reconstructed from the image of her future self and her writing. she handed him a map to guide his way home and a promise she would help him, and even at his darkest, faithless moments when all he had was his grief and his rage, she was with him.

and then he meets her. lucy preston, in the flesh. young and fearful and so full of anger and mistrust toward him, and nothing like he expected. but at the end of it all, when he starts to have his doubts again, she says, i don’t think you’re a monster anymore and what if He led you to me?—she finally sees him, understands him.

and that’s what he’s wanted all along, really. the journal has allowed him some degree of intimacy with her from the start; he’s just been waiting for her to catch up all this time.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

When I saw the icon it looked so familiar to me and then I realized I blocked that blog so long ago. Sparky doing all that is so immature. How can you even block her if she keeps blocking you? If she can't stand you, just keep you blocked and move on? She's really doing this? WOW.

What sense does it make to want someone to block you when you can just block them and keep them blocked?

I'm so sorry that you even have to deal with someone like her. "Kindess", whatever. That's been aggressive.

No, you see: she would block me, realize she's not getting attention and then unblock me and then when I called out she was stalking me via following my friends and other followers, she blocked me again after accusing me of being the stalker for mentioning her once, and then she unblocked me AGAIN....just to throw a tantrum in my ask box, demanding I block her and shit- never answered the last two but:

Like, she literally excused ALLLL this bullshit, with how she suddenly won't be satsified until I blocked her and it somehow doesn't work for her to just block me and move the fuck on with her life already. And then she obviously unblocked me AGAIN just to start love-bombing me and harassing me until I blocked her. My evidence? Not only the post she made that was posted on this post, but also her tags on the constant reblogs:

Please note the tags: "thetimelordbatgirl"-"reblogging project"-"my efforts to get blocked"

Like, for some reason she was capable as hell on blocking me, but for some reason decided that wasn't enough and harassed me over it, cause she has nothing else to do apparently!

But thanks, anon- and yeah, honestly, its 'love bombing' disguised as harassment....and its somewhat concerning I'm two years younger then her and yet, handled ignoring her better then she has me.

[jatceotgwo]

callout was real if there going to make 1 for every account i guess ill just rb this on every acount

on the callout they say that im an adult i never told them my age and they assumed adult (im a kid) me my wife and my meowsband are not legally married ， me sexualizing minors/agere is a lie my agere blog is sfw and im sex repulsed ， ive trigger tagged fandom art but ive never told anybody to hurt themeselves (enless you count me drawing myself with sh scars because self love is a good thing and i didnt go through years of abuse to censor my own skin)

!

hi next day siu here some extra context now that im less terrified out of my mind and not waking up into a smear campaign:

by antikink i mean that they decided that im encouraging people to sh and kill themselves based on a person they decided was my partners friends mutual was doing nonsexual sh kink stuff that followed rack/risk aware consentual kink and the person harrasing me got blocked when they yelled at 1 of the kinksters in there inbox and so 2 adults id never seen or heard of before is somehow my responsibility

they dont seem to imidetly sexualize agere they told me off for being in contact with "vulnerable accounts" like my wifes agere blog and when i pointed out that the info that we are partners is on our pinned posts she suddenly went from helpless to both of us being dangerous and "into kid kinks" and needing to be warned about (and her needing to be warned about me) depending on where you came from you might have seen the callout where the proof against my beloved is her responding to this person trying to smear me with the i consent i consent i dont meme

(and you can see them threatening to use any post i make on my agere account to further there harrasment witch would mean unprompted and based on how they started talking to me the first time untagged self harm and suicide on posts when i am mentally a toddler/child/dontreally know most likely as a trauma response that i cant block because its a sideblog and they blockevade anyways)

english is a second or third language for me depending on how you look at it and mine is made for talking as a person not a court case where i become a monster if i make a mistake i also didnt mean to reply rb with my art blog oops

this post got some people that have been hurt by this person to come forward and all of them are openly queer apparently this person has also been "protecting" kids by trying to dox them and what school they go to

ivdont feel safe unblocking them but heres the post that this all started on for me

(do not go for my wife about her bio saying that shes over 18 we are bodily around the same age and shes lying about her age witch is pretty common internet saftey advice i have her permisson to put this here)

chat be careful of this person they are speading a smear campain against my partners and there account has untagged sexual stuff

[hockeygossip101]

Usually when people block each other the tags go away and when you unblock they reappear without you going back and adding them so i’m assuming that was what happened with Thomas and his ex

Apparently the tags have been there from the beginning so I think I just didn't observe that he had tagged her. They possibly did just unblock each other, but I don't know because I had never looked before...

[gh0stlyink]

[Word Find Tag]

I was tagged by the wonderful @drippingmoon 🥰 Thank you! I really like the words you chose. My words: quest | demise | hero | bargain

quest from untitled duskwood fanfic wip

Someone’s life was in danger. Could she really stand by and not help? Would accepting this sinister quest even help Hannah?

Sitting at the end of her bed after putting her tea on her dresser, she then grabbed her phone and looked at it. There were a few messages in the group chat. Nothing from the apparent hacker.

demise from metamorphosis

She never thought he was actually hoping she could do it, mostly because the idea seemed entirely impossible and she would surely meet her demise. She couldn’t fathom anything ever comparing to her. Mother Miranda was the true force to be reckoned with, she knew this. So why did he sound so confident that she would be able to give him what he wanted?

hero from untitled duskwood fanfic wip (which is a texting based wip)

Richy: Hey, we wouldn’t have asked you if we didn’t think it was important.

Eb: I just don’t think I’m going to be the hero you guys think I'll be…

Jessy: Don’t say that! We really need your help! You were already trying to find anything unusual with that voice recording.

bargain decided from Gaminin IRL (redacted because: reasons)

"Can we walk around? I'd rather do that than fall asleep again," the blonde said while getting up. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked pale. Both things were noticed by the other two. Both things his friends decided not to comment on.

"Yeah. I think I have an idea about how we can communicate with the others," [Redacted] said, beginning to unblock the door.

Tagging: @sleepysera | @suchitasenthilkumar | @piyawrites (no pressure, of course) and Anyone else who wants to! ＼(ﾟｰﾟ＼) Feel free to say I tagged you🖤 Your words: chase | luck | gold | candle