#Be better and actually have a reason to exist again

[nottswitch]

sisters bf!theo who doesn’t try to cover up when you accidentally walk in on him in the shower… if anything he’s turning TOWARDS you with the biggest smirk…

⋆˙⟡ you walk in on sister’s bf!theo showering

his smirk is already permanently plastered on his face, but if you walk in on him… oh boy, oh boy

warnings: 18+ mdni, exhibitionism, size kink, theo’s huge cock, cursing

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you didn’t think much of it when you turned the handle of the bathroom door, not even looking around as you walked in, your eyes glued to the screen of your phone in your hand. you mindlessly walked over to the sink, leaning on it with your hip, lingering as some picture caught your attention.

"and who do we have here, hm?"

you flinched and nearly dropped your phone as you heard an unexpected yet such a familiar voice from the shower. letting out a small squeal of surprise, you looked up and nearly dropped down to the floor yourself – there, standing in the small stall, was none other that theodore nott, your sister’s relatively new and already incredibly irritating boyfriend. and he was, well, in a state one would expect in the shower – completely naked.

you instinctively closed your eyes, placing a palm over them as a second shield.

"what the actual fuck?!" you whisper-yelled, your eyebrows knitting together in a confused and annoyed frown. yeah, what the fuck? why wasn’t he covering up?! the bastard didn’t even blink, staring at your flustered form with the biggest smirk in existence.

"well, you could open your eyes and see for yourself what the actual fuck," he teased, parroting the tone your voice, which made the blood boil in your veins. yet for some reason, there was a sense of morbid curiosity, almost, to actually peep at what was right in front of you. it wasn’t like you had never noticed theo’s prominent assets before, since grey sweatpants had quickly become – or had always been – his uniform at your apartment. plus, you did overhear your sister on the phone with her best friend the other day, boasting about the size of his cock…

damn it, the temptation was too strong.

slowly, you pulled your hand away from your face, blinking your eyes open as the bathroom lights hit them. for a moment, your vision was focusing, and then… it certainly did focus pretty well.

theo was, for the lack of a better word, huge. as in, bigger than anyone you’d ever seen. you gulped thickly, shame slowly leaving your body as you stared at his dick, which was, for whatever sick reason, hard and throbbing, slapping lightly against the toned muscles of his abdomen. his dark pink tip glistened in the light, and you wouldn’t even try to guess what part of it was water and what part of it was precum.

"so? thoughts?" theo prompted in a casually arrogant manner, which momentarily jolted you out of your haze. you reluctantly looked up, biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to appear nonchalant, yet there was no hiding the way your pupils were blown out, your eyes betraying exactly what you thought of the sight in front of you.

"um… you have a dick," you muttered, not sure what else to say, as you had never expected to be in such a situation in the first place. there was no way you could openly praise your sister’s boyfriend’s cock, right? plus, his ego, as you had come to learn during the time you had known him, was enormous – apparently, directly proportional to the size of said cock.

"oh, do i?" theo cooed, the smirk on his face growing, making you want to slap it off his face. "thought you were a smartass, piccola," he added in mock disappointment. you were only getting used to the italian nicknames, but he made them sound awfully annoying and seductive at the same time – not that you’d ever admit the last part.

"not as much as you, it seems," you retorted, trying to sound unbothered, and yet your eyes couldn’t help darting down again – his boner was still there, still huge and swollen, still jerking slightly in the air. you swore you could hear the small sounds of wet skin slapping against skin as it throbbed.

of course, theo noticed exactly where your gaze lingered, and the chuckle that escaped him really tempted you to punch his face in. how on earth could a person be such a pain in the ass and simultaneously, an owner of this… thing between his legs?

"enjoying the view?" he teased, raising an amused eyebrow. his hand slowly wrapped around the base of his cock, unmoving but squeezing it enough for it stand out even more against his complexion.

you rolled your eyes but stayed silent, unable to deny the obvious truth – you were, in fact, enjoying the view, even though you knew you shouldn’t have. at your lack of words, theo hummed in mock understanding, pretending to think over something.

"you know,” he started, his voice a cocky drawl, "your sister never comp–"

"okay, that’s enough!" you exclaimed, dramatically covering up your ears with your hands. "i don’t need to know that!"

with a huff, you turned around, forgetting all about the reason you came into the bathroom in the first place. however, as you were leaving, your eyes involuntarily lingered on theo’s cock again – it wasn’t your fault it was so fucking huge! and you could definitely see theo’s face still very much lit up with a wide smirk, almost a grin, as he watched you walk out of the door.

[guhamun]

❝YOU SOUND LIKE SOME old man…but I can understand the feeling.❞ Calcharo’s lips curled slightly into an amused smile, such present for but a few lingering moments before it was gone once more, replaced by his usual, unreadable expression. ❝I think I was actually able to sleep for the whole night.❞ For the most part. It still took him time to fall asleep, a given considering he was sharing a room with someone and was in a new ‘environment’, but at least he had managed to sleep at all. That was a miracle in itself. Whether that spoke of the springs healing properties, or just the fact that he felt comfortable enough to lower his guard a little – such mattered little in the end. Pausing in his actions come the other’s teasing words, he huffed softly, throwing Jiyan a quick glance. ❝As if you have room to talk. Your hair isn’t any better this morning. I’d think you had a fight with your sheets last night and wound up losing.❞ It wasn’t odd to see the other’s appearance a little disheveled, although that was a given considering his forte involved the wind. Even so, Calcharo had to admit…looking so at ease really did match the general.

     So, this was what he looked like in the morning, huh? For some ridiculous reason, he had thought that the other man just woke up looking like he did when he was at the base with his impeccable appearance. This was going to be a chance for him to see how the other’s morning routine was, even if it was, no doubt, going to be different from how he went about things in Norfall Barrens. Finishing up polishing his blade, he gently sat it next to the bed once more, moving on to check the rest of his equipment one more time as Jiyan prepared their coffee. Without even having to look, he had a feeling that the other man preferred his without any embellishments. Calcharo wasn’t different in that regard. He wasn’t fond of black coffee, but he’d drink it as it served its purpose.

     Still…the first time he had enjoyed the beverage with sugar and cream in it, it was as if a whole new world had opened up to him. Truly a wonderful taste when done in moderation. Given his cup, he placed his gear to the side, leaning back against his bed so that his back rested upon plush pillows ❝Take your time. I know you plan on meeting up with the mayor again later today, so I won’t interfere.❞ He’d just sit here quietly enjoying the overall silence of this room before a busy day, a warm cup of coffee in hand. On a normal day, he would already have been dressed and out that door before the sun completely rose over the horizon. For once, he could merely ‘exist’ until it was time to be productive.

Morning, he said back, and couldn't help but notice that his smile widened on its own just a bit. There was something oddly nice about getting to say that mundane word to the other man. The fact that he would get to say it again on the following days was... he knew it made no sense, but it felt nice. "It may sound strange coming from someone who has yet to reach a quarter of a century, but I feel rejuvenated. You could say that the sagaci springs did their 'magic'." His golden gaze settled on the mercenary, and noted that the area of their eyes didn't look dark as yesterday. That was good. "You look good. But I can't say I ever imagined that I would get to see the leader of the Ghost Hounds with bed hair. It's endearing," he teased, like he was one to talk. But, to be fair, that was nothing new for the general. Given the attribute of his forte and how active he tended to be during the day, it was no surprise that, despite his hair being tied most of the time, wild strands and bangs tended to be all over the place, standing in all directions.

Before getting out of bed, Jiyan rolled his head in circles a few times clockwise and then counterclockwise. He let out a sigh of relief while stretching his arms as he stood up to start the day and prepare their morning coffee. He followed Calcharo's instructions in how to make their coffee and, for his own, he didn't sweeten his drink with anything. There actually was a funny story behind his rather 'boring' taste, one he didn't mind sharing with the newly transferred vanguards.

It was the day after he was transferred to the Norfall Barrens and, just like every other vanguard, his breakfast included a cup of coffee. He... had never had coffee before, and the face he must've made when tasting that first bitter sip must've been hilarious as everyone at his table laughed. One of the captains, a stern woman that, to everyone's surprise, already had a grandkid, saw that and walked up to the people in kitchen duty to scold them for their carelessness. Not only was his pride wounded upon hearing that 'Can't you see that he's still a growing boy? He should be getting milk or orange juice!', but he was panicking at the fact that he was already causing trouble since day 1. So he immediately gulped down his watered down cup even though it burned his tongue, and then said that he actually preferred it this way. No one really believed him, so he had to spend the next few months doing the same to convince them. By the time everyone forgot about it, he had gotten used to the taste and didn't think of making any changes. It was years later that, when another combat medic offered to make him a cup, he tried coffee with sugar for the first time... and gagged. Never again, he decided then.

He put on his coat on before opening the door of their small balcony. As expected, he was greeted by the crisp and chilly air of Mt. Firmament, but it wasn't unpleasant in any way. "I'll be checking a few documents, if you don't mind." Usually, silence when there's an acquaintance or friend in the same space is a rather awkward affair, but he doesn't get that sensation from Calcharo.

[drdemonprince]

I think think about your piece How to Go Places Alone And Not Feel Like A Freak Looser (or something to that affect) quite often.

While it is uncomfortable, tiring, nerve wracking, to feel like or be the odd one out, I am at least used to the feeling. It takes nerve but (especially as a kid/teen) have always gone to things alone and, once I get over myself, enjoy not caring what anyone thinks about my presence.

As an (ever transsexualizing >:) adult, I am getting back into doing & dressing however I want in public (embarrassing yourself is inevitable, might as well enjoy life!). This is a funner, freer, outlook, but I hoped being more myself would help me find my people.

I’m used to the awful feeling of being an alien freak looser (real or imagined) so I can hype myself up to be in my own world when I’m out. But I wonder if doing this, and choosing events based on interest instead of demographics or friendship, reinforces my felling of disconnect with people. It’s easier to accept, and dress like, I’ll always stick out (be alone) than it is to imagine mimicking those around me.

I went to an explicitly cruisey new years night and instead of studying the crowd intensely trying to fit in, wore my shiny platforms, smiled at people, and danced just for the fun of it. Feeling good about myself and enjoying my experience requires an ‘eh fuck ‘em’ attitude. I can enjoy being in public seeing all my fellow earthlings but it does not feel social. And I realize, my time there felt anything but sexy. I wasn’t about to walz into the darkroom (let’s walk before we run), but I hate that I couldn’t feel comfortable in this place I’ve always wanted to be.

I return to the same questions everywhere I go: I can exist, but how am I supposed to learn the codes of a space when I can’t study (ruminate) from afar?

How could I ever be social when (even joyous and embodied) I can’t get out of my own head?

How do you know when it’s time to listen to your gut and when to play into a social game?

I understand what you mean about the duality between doing your own thing in your own little alien bubble and actively placing effort into connecting with the people around you (which often feels like it requires masking).

But, from my perspective, both of those are strategies for dealing with social overwhelm -- one is more dissociative, and the other's more compensatory. Both of them reflect a discomfort with the people in the space. And they're both perfectly reasonable ways to deal with such feelings! But the way to move forward, at least in my experience, is to continue attending events until you attain enough familiarity with them that you actually start feeling more comfortable.

You said you didn't feel sexy at this cruisy party, and certainly weren't ready to venture into the dark room. That's fine! You can work your way up in whatever order of activities is least intimidating to most intimidating to you.

The first few times that I go to a club, I need anywhere from a few minutes to an hour to get warmed up enough to really dance on the floor and take up a ton of space and make weird gestures. I spend a lot of time lurking in the corner or reading a book at the bar at first. After I've been there a number of times, I know the deal of the space better, recognize a few people, maybe have developed a rapport with the door guy or a regular, and it gets easier to branch out and feel more at ease in my skin. People intuit this and approach me more often when I'm feeling more comfortable, and my reactions have fewer exit ramps built into them (one of my protective instincts is to throw out a lot of conversation-enders that make people feel rejected, lmaoo good one me).

The same general principles I've described here can apply to any new social challenge, including a bar with a backroom where people are fucking. Show up again. Do your thing. Maybe find a spot to post up and observe, since you mentioned an interest in doing that. Bring a book or some knitting if you want, and wear whatever outfit helps you feel comfortable and good with yourself. The first few times you do all this, people may get strong "I'm Doing My Own Thing Leave Me Alone" vibes from you, as they often do from Autistics, and that's fine. You're still learning and acclimating from being there. After a couple of tries, head into that back room. It's not as exciting as you think it's gonna be. You might get to watch some fucking or you might just see a bunch of guys pacing around who are just as awkward as you feel that you are. But then you'll know what it's like. And then you just keep showing up, and observing and participating in small ways (watching is participation in a sex club!), and you'll get steadily more involved in the space and connected to the people each time that you do.

I've been going to pet patrol nights for a long time and I've only just now gotten to the point where I can chat up random people and get into hookups relatively easily, instead of just standing around mutely hoping someone will approach me. Bringing friends has helped a ton to relax me and make me seem more approachable to others, too, so you could try that!

for anyone wondering here's the full piece

[shadamyheadcanons]

i love that you don’t put sonic as a jerk in your headcannons but rather supportive! this is so cool, because sonic really wants all of his friends to be happy and with amy wouldn’t be different, specially since they’ve known each other since they were children and sonic himself said that she is a special/dear person to him so i agree he would be happy if amy and shadow got together. as much as i love sonamy, i also love shadamy (sorry for the long ask it’s just that is not that common seeing sonic being portrayed like this in some ffs)

Thanks for the compliment! This one means a lot because I think I’m actually harsher toward Sonic sometimes than a lot of modern shadamy writers are. I say “modern” because new “Amy goes for Shadow because Sonic is a jerk” stories are actually few and far between. It’s easy to think they’re all over the place because there absolutely are a lot of them, but the ones I run into are usually from, like...2012. If you sort by Date Updated on AO3, it tells a different story, pun intended. I believe there are three main reasons for this:

1. Since half of shadamy fans started shipping them in SA2 two and a half decades ago, a ton of us are in our 30s now, writing more mature stories with more fine-tuned characterization. This is one of the advantages of having an ancient ship.

2. It’s a tired trope. We’ve all read a million of them. Most people don’t like how Sonic acts in them for his sake, but my biggest gripe is that they undersell what Shadow has to offer. He’s not just good for Amy because he’s Not Sonic, he’s good for her because of who he is.

3. Sonic treats Amy much better than he used to. The reason “Sonic is a jerk” fics were so common 10-20 years ago is because he was a jerk, almost exclusively to Amy.

These fics exist because no other character works better than Shadow as an arbiter of justice for something that bothered a lot of Amy fans at the time.

More on this under the cut. Lots more. I got kind of carried away.

It’s easy to forget how bad Sonic was when we have games like Frontiers and comics like IDW and Mega Drive now:

Between new fans who aren’t as familiar with older games, longtime fans who haven’t looked at their history in a while, and fans who love Sonic and just don’t want to see him in a bad light, tons of people sweep his old behavior under the rug without even realizing it.

I don’t think any of that is fair to Amy.

A brief reminder of their dynamic in the past:

1. Constant abandonment. He ran from her in Sonic Adventure...

...Sonic Heroes...

And four times in SA2 alone! More on that later.

2. Standing her up on dates. This mostly happened in Sonix X...

[Episode 42, episode 45]

...but there was also Sonic and the Black Knight, where he didn’t show up, didn’t apologize, never made it up to her, and made no attempt to reschedule.

3. Uh...literally hurting her, for some reason...?

At the end of Sonic Riders, when he didn’t feel like properly handling a hostage situation:

Oh, welcome back, episode 42! Didn’t expect to see you again:

The new version of Sonic Generations altered this cutscene, thank god, but back in 2011, players saw this:

4. And the worst part of this, to me, is that he lets her get her hopes up. It’s not just the almost-dates he skips. Knuckles teases Sonic in Heroes, saying, “Are you playing with that girl’s heart again, Sonic?” It’s intended as a joke, but then he does things like this:

Sonic X, episode 52. You know what roses are, Sonic, you know how she’ll interpret this, and you know you won’t follow through.

I know I’m picking on Sonic X a lot, but it was pretty popular at the time, even among fans who didn’t touch the games or comics. This was how they saw these characters growing up, and it made its way into countless fics.

But even after all these years, no matter which continuity you work with...he still won’t give her a solid “no.”

Not liking someone back is fine. Not being interested in a relationship is fine. But letting her believe she’ll win you over if she chases you long enough isn’t, and that’s what he’s doing to this day.

Fans throw around the same tired old “justifications” over and over for why he is/was like this to Amy, but they don’t hold water. People say he’s mean because he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings for her, but he liked Elise, too, and he was nothing but kind to her.

(Putting this here because although fans don’t like to admit it, Elise was indeed intended to be a love interest. She and Amy are presented on par here, so if you think he likes Amy, then he liked Elise, too. You get exactly the same result regardless of who you choose for this trial.)

The other frequent “justification” is that he ran and lashed out because he was afraid of her, often accompanied by awful Amy hate (“stalker,” “psycho,” etc.). This also doesn’t work because Sonic was always harsh to Amy no matter how gentle she was. Classic Amy is the sweetest, most adorable little munchkin in the world...

...and he still ran away.

^ These are from the same exact comic, by the way: IDW Sonic’s 30th anniversary. Five pages apart. How in the world could anyone not want her around?

Amy had more spunk in Adventure and Adventure 2, but she was just as sweet, and he still treated her like a pest to be swatted. The ending of her story in SA1 is this:

But...why should she have to? He treats everyone else with the same baseline of respect, at least until they give him a reason not to. Why is it just Amy? He wasn’t just mean to her, he was uniquely mean to her. She didn’t act out until Heroes in 2003, when she’d already been ignored for years. Standing on the sidelines wasn’t working, so she tried being more “proactive.” Was it the right way to do things? No...but I honestly can’t hold it against her. It makes sense in context. She was a kid, and kids act out when they’re neglected.

And this is where Sonic Adventure 2 comes in.

SA2 was pivotal for Amy. Nearly everyone tossed her aside; Sonic left her behind four separate times in this game alone. First was right after she broke him out of jail on Prison Island. He ran off the second her back was turned:

Second, he and Tails both walked away from her after Eggman blew up the moon. She easily could’ve gotten arrested here.

Third, Sonic and Tails made a plan to stop Eggman right in front of her, blatantly leaving her out of it as if she wasn’t even there:

...which, if you’ll recall, led to Eggman holding her at gunpoint:

...and when Sonic set out to rescue her, this was his recap:

This does not work as a joke given how they treat her. He pretends she doesn’t exist to her face, then says this behind her back.

And immediately after that, when it was time for them to save the world, they left her alone again.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but I was furious by that point.

But then...something interesting happened.

A photoset or gifset can’t do this scene justice, but I think most shadamy fans have already seen it plenty of times. For the few who haven’t, you can watch it here.

The contrast between Shadow and Sonic is impossible to ignore. By building up this moment the way they did, the writers primed us to notice it.

Sonic runs from Amy’s hugs, while Shadow would like more of them, please and thank you.

Sonic pretends she doesn’t exist, while Shadow’s moved to tears and changes the course of his life because he values what she has to say.

Anytime they’ve interacted since then, he’s been uniquely respectful and gentle with her. It’s what she deserves, and for a long time, this was all we had. He was all we had.

The other half of the equation is that it is very, very easy to picture Shadow taking Sonic and the others to task for their mistreatment of her. As a blunt person who’s not afraid to confront Sonic, Shadow is the most believable candidate to this day. The only person to fully respect her from the start also happens to clash with the person who hurts her most often? Of course those fics exist. It’s a perfect storm.

And it’s no wonder that this attitude persists somewhat even now, because Sonic is still doing this, even if he’s “nicer” about it. That prison escape from SA2? The one he never thanked her for? He still gives all the credit to Tails for that, even up through Frontiers:

Amy. Amy broke you out of prison. Tails broke in, and then she snuck through a maximum-security prison, somehow stole a card key, and saved your life. We’re in the 2020s, but he’s still disrespecting her. And don’t get me started on the TailsTube Secret Santa episode.

It feels like Sega wants us to forget all of this ever happened, and it has some very confusing results. From that same Sonic 30th anniversary comic from above, the one where he and the others abandoned her:

Like...this? This is lying. He’s just lying to her. I can’t tell if they think we all collectively have amnesia or if it’s some weird, mean-spirited joke at her expense. I genuinely don’t know what they’re trying to say.

It’s not enough to pretend it never happened and move on, not to me. Sonic should be held responsible for what he canonically did. Him supposedly being bad with feelings didn’t make it hurt her any less, and he’s older than Amy, so he should’ve been the mature one.

The longer the writers keep this up, the worse Sonic looks, and I don’t think that’s what they’re aiming for. Ignoring the problem is not a solution. Amy might forgive, but I’ll never forget.

I just want to see a canon apology so I can reason out why she put up with it for so long. I want to at least be able to buy her having a crush on him. I can do that when he’s being selfless and heroic. I can’t do that when he treats her like the plague, and pretending he never did doesn’t match the Sonic I legitimately like. I bet a lot of s0namy fans would like to see a resolution like that, too.

Sorry to turn your thoughtful compliment into a rant. I really do appreciate it, and I’m glad you enjoy the stories!

[bonewaryreblogs]

I've become mildly obsessed with the idea of Batman adopting Danny Phantom...

... so I decided to figure out how to squish what's canon to the Danny Phantom TV show to fit existing lore in the DC multiverse, as well as addressing some issues with the original show itself (some things have not aged well). He'll go through a lot on his own (for maybe a year?) before he ends up on Batman's radar, but the eventual goal is to have Danny be adopted into the Bat Clan.

I have done so much freaking research in the last like three days that I've been obsessed and this is what I've come up with as a backstory so far. All of this is subject to change as I find better information and refine the concepts.

There are many variations around the world about a concept of a special substance that would either revive the dead, heal any ailment, or extend the life of the living. All of these concepts stem from a common source, which I will be calling the Fountain of Life for simplicity. The “Waters” of the Fountain of Life are made of a special chemical compound combined with supernatural properties; it could be consumed as is or used to prepare food (Ambrosia), grow plants whose “fruits” would share these properties (the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden, Persephone’s pomegranate), be bathed in or otherwise applied topically (via lotion, sprinkling, full body immersion, etc), used to create an object (the Cup of Life supposedly used by Jesus Christ), and as many other variations as one could think of. Depending on the preparation and application of the substance, the one affected may have specific side effects, such as changes to one’s mind or perception (for better or worse), levels of dependency on the substance to avoid negative side effects (such as continuing to age or something resembling withdrawal symptoms), physical changes (again, for better or worse), and more.

“Lazarus Pits” are essentially the result of leaks in the fabric of reality between the Fountain of Life and the physical realm of Earth, usually cropping up near Lay Lines that specifically connect to the Fountain. Ra’s al Ghul made a point of controlling most of them, but he doesn’t quite have a monopoly.

While Maddie, Jack, and Vlad were in college around 1980, they were researching ghosts and accidentally tapped into the Fountain of Life, blasting Vlad with what they thought was ectoplasmic energy, but was actually a variation of the Fountain’s chemicals that evaporated almost immediately since there wasn’t a constant flow and it wasn’t in a place that could sustain its presence; or at least, what hadn’t already been absorbed by Vlad evaporated. The substance affected Vlad both physically and mentally; he was sick for several years as it integrated into his body, which would eventually grant him several powers he associated with ghosts (leading him to call himself half-ghost, despite this not really being the case) and amped up his attraction to Maddie into yandere levels of obsession, blaming Jack for “ruining his life” and focusing all of his negative emotions onto him. Vlad continued to call the substance ectoplasm, not actually realizing what it was since Lazarus Pits aren’t common knowledge.  

They didn't realize that their experiment had redirected one of the leaks that would have otherwise formed a Lazarus Pit, which snapped back and connected to “Limbo”, a place for souls to wait until they could be “sorted” (for lack of a better term) into various afterlife realms, and created a pocket dimension that would eventually be called the “Ghost Zone”. Souls that entered the Ghost Zone were affected by the so-called ectoplasm, which changed their psyches and abilities into what we see in the Danny Phantom show. Ra’s al Ghul noticed that one of his Lazarus Pits had dried up but couldn’t figure out the reason (since he never figured out what caused a Lazarus Pit to form in the first place), though not for lack of trying, and abandoned the now useless site. He’s still bitter about this, which may or may not come back later as a random plot thread.

Without a body to hold their structure, souls in Limbo fall back on their inherent “nature” as they lose touch with the “nurtured” experiences they gained throughout their mortal life. The Lazarus Water/ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone takes these “raw” and emotion-fueled “nature” oriented souls and dials them up to 11, giving them tunnel vision for whatever was most important to them while they were still alive; this is similar to what happened to Vlad’s psyche, though the fact that he still had a physical body tempered the affect slightly.

The now defunct Lazarus Pit was near Amity Park, Illinois, which was founded in the late 1600s/early 1700s. The founders were part of the same coven Amity Arkham belonged to in Gotham, New Jersey, who was burned to death for being a witch sometime in the 1600s. These founders took Amity’s murder as a sign to leave for greener pastures, eventually settling in an area rich with “magic” and called the place Amity Park in her honor, having come to believe that her sacrifice had allowed them to flee and live. They didn’t discover that the source of the “magic” was a Lazarus Pit until much later, after Ra’s had already claimed it.

While Gotham doesn’t really acknowledge or care about it, Amity Park tends to think of Gotham as their “Big Sister City”.

Jack Fenton is a descendant of the Beaumonts; many stayed in Gotham after Amity Arkham’s death but some moved and settled in Amity Park, though the name was changed to Fenton a few generations ago due to the only living heir taking on their partner’s name instead. They were close to another founding family, the Elliots, who are now in a similar situation as their only heirs are Alicia Elliot (divorced and refusing to have kids) and Maddison Elliot, who would eventually marry Jack and take on the last name Fenton as well. While both have technically abandoned their traditional surnames, they do carry on the tradition of occult dealings with their shared special interest in Ghost Hunting. They grew up together in Amity Park through the 1960s and 70s, then decided to attend the same college, University of Wisconsin, by 1980, where they met fellow ghost enthusiast Vlad Masters. While smart in his own right, his intelligence and passion for Ghost Hunting were dwarfed by Jack and Maddie; the traits that drew him to Maddie were the same things that annoyed him about Jack, from their passion to their intelligence to their “humble” origins to their quirky personalities. His family was squarely in the “upper middle class” or “working upper class” and viewed Jack as a small town hick with no aspirations of rising higher, while Maddie was simply of “humble” origins that he pictured her as “working hard to overcome” even though she was just as comfortable with her social status as Jack, projecting his own ambitions onto her. Vlad never clocked the double standard and now likely never will.

Despite everything, Vlad was comparatively normal until the fateful lab accident exposed him to Lazarus Water around 1980 and left him in the hospital for several years.

While Vlad was incapacitated, Maddie and Jack graduated and got married, moving back to Amity Park to raise their firstborn, Jasmine, by 1988. This “abandonment” led to Vlad’s hatred of Jack and obsession with Maddie, as well as fueling his desire to become “rich and successful” to impress her, willing to achieve this goal by any means necessary (he already wanted to for himself but now he felt he could justify it). Meanwhile, Daniel was born in 1990, and all four of them were regularly exposed to magic and ectoplasm as Jack and Maddie experimented with it; lab safety was never something they concerned themselves with, usually too focused on the experiment itself to considering wasting time doing it safely.

While they did believe in ghosts, and similar supernatural phenomenon, they did not believe in magic, let alone humans that could wield it; superheroes that (claimed to) use magic were common knowledge, but the Fentons believed that they were just saying it was magic, to fit a theme and/or keep it mysterious, but they always defended the notion that is was just science they didn't understand (but they totally could if they wanted to!). They refused to understand that what was essentially ectoplasmic “ghost magic” was actually from the same source as human magic, so anytime their ghost equipment reacted to magic-wielding-but-otherwise-normal humans they thought they needed to refine their search, even though it was working as intended. This fundamental misunderstanding meant that they were trying to isolate something that was actually a subset of something they didn’t believe existed.

By 2004, they tried to recreate the ghost portal they’d abandoned decades ago; Vlad’s accident had actually traumatized them enough for them to skirt around the idea of trying again for over two decades, though they don’t consciously realize that. It didn’t work at first, so Jack and Maddie took a break, just long enough for the now 14 year old Danny to have his infamous accident. Due to the prolonged exposure to ectoplasm/Lazarus Water growing up, Danny's body was more receptive to it and he was able to absorb a lot of it from the Ghost Zone at the exact moment that he was electrocuted to death, giving him access to a lot of powerful abilities and reducing his recovery time compared to Vlad.

And so the story begins...

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 72: More Academy and Pre-Leaving Gallifrey Stuff Because Why Not

Sorry I'm in too my pain to come up with a better title right now lmaooo. Mostly about the Doctor because they occupy the mind.

As a small child, Theta Sigma had an imaginary friend named Binker. (Audio: The Abandoned)

Later, the Sixth Doctor claimed that while most people had imaginary friends, he had had an imaginary enemy in Mandrake the Lizard King, which was really a dead lizard pinned to old engine parts that he would battle with his deadly stick. This phrasing suggests that the Sixth Doctor does not acknowledge any imaginary friends his childhood self might have had. (Audio: The Widow's Assassin)

The Rani claimed that sentimentality was the reason the Doctor graduated with "just a Double Gamma." (Audio: The Rani Elite)

According to Sardon, the Doctor is no common criminal because by the latter years of his first incarnation was a distinguished member of the High Council and was widely regarded as a potential President. He was difficult and rebellious, however, and went too far when he quarreled with his colleagues over something obscure over principle. He then stole an old Type 40 TARDIS and fled. (Novel: World Game)

The Seventh Doctor claimed that he had always believed evil to be a genuine force. This had given his young self quite a name on Gallifrey as most of his contemporaries considered the ideas of "good" and "evil" to be archaic and out-dated. They thought his preoccupation with that morality was incomprehensible. (Novel: Strange England)

Before leaving Gallifrey, the Doctor had successfully campaigned for the ban of a special chemical. This chemical was a weapon sometimes called a disruptor agent that acts as a catalyst to convert vertebrate blood into acid. The formula for the chemical stuck in his brain well enough that the Second Doctor was able to later recreate it. (Short story: The Ages of Ambition)

The Doctor had made powerful enemies on Gallifrey on account of his controversial views on the non-interference policy. (Audio: The Beginning)

The Doctor was told stories about the Kin when he was a small boy on Gallifrey. The Time Lords imprisoned the Kin in a complex of small rooms out of temporal phase with the rest of the universe. So long as the Time Lords existed, the Kin would be in their prison. When the Kin got out, there was still a Time Lord left in the universe - the Eleventh Doctor. (Short story: Nothing O'Clock)

In his youth, the Doctor feared that Grandfather Paradox was hiding under his bed or underneath the table in the refectory or making noises he could hear outside at night. (Novel: The Gallifrey Chronicles)

As a young man, the Doctor read about an infection on Gallifrey that had happened over one thousand years before his birth. The Spore - which was actually the von Neumann seeding probe - killed several hundred thousand Time Lords before it was dealt with. The Time Lords engineered an inherited immunity into their genes, so they would never be vulnerable again. Everything organic seemed to be necrotic and decaying to a black gunk. (Please skip to next bullet point if you are squeamish about descriptions of bodies.) When the Eighth Doctor investigated an outbreak, he found a body wearing boots, jeans, and a checkered shirt. Inside the clothes was a mess of bones barely held together by a few pieces of remaining flesh. The skull had a few pieces of white hair, but the scalp and other pieces of soft organic matter were gone as black slime ran out of the cuffs. (Short story: Spore)

The Doctor used to sit by the sea a lot in their childhood, watching and listening to it. He used to think that that was where the dead went, that they were all out there in the sea, and that you could hear them whispering in the waves. (Novel: Matrix)

Three students at the Academy who often conducted rebellious and anti-hierarchical activities include: the Master, whose title was earned from his constant bullying of others, a good cosmic theoretician but but not very good in practice; the Doctor, who often carried out silly chemical experiments with a friend called Drax; and the Rani, who "was brilliant at everything, and chemistry in particular." (Short story: The Legacy of Gallifrey)

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

goals for 2025

hello everyone! it's been quite a while since i last posted here.

first of all, i wish everyone happy new year and a 2025 filled with health, high spirits and creativity💕

now onto the main focus of this post.

2024 was a wild year for me in many aspects. a lot of good things happened, along with some bad ones, but overall it was a great year for me irl. as for my writing adventures.....well. that wasn't the best lol

which brings me to my resolutions for 2025.

goals for 2025:

be more consistent with writing. i really, really, REALLY don't want to give up writing - it has helped me meet so many wonderful people here (which i'll heartfully mention later) and i explored a creative side of me i never thought i had.

revamp the appearance of this blog. i'm talking about theme and masterlists alike, bcs they have stayed the same since forever. after all, the "new year, new me" motto exists for a reason.

read and reblog more fics. it's evident as daylight that i've been missing out on so many well written fics, it's actually a crime. whether it's by a seasoned writer or a newcomer, i want to show them that their efforts are appreciated and loved. they are doing it for free but their work is priceless to me.

finally, i want to mention some very special people to me, old friends and new ones.

first and foremost: @delicatewerewolfsoul beloved vicky. we've known each other for nearly four years which is insane to me and the fact that we haven't stopped talking a single day since then is even crazier. you're one of the people i hold closest to my heart, if not the first one. i love you dearly and your unyielding support will never fail to lift me up, even from my lowest.

next on the list is @wongyuseokie. my lovely indi. i know that your writing days are nearing their end, but our friendship won't and that's what matters to me. i know that aside from an amazing content creator, you're also an amazing person and an even more amazing friend, who is always there for me.

another person who is a must-mention is @bitchlessdino. dear nana, a literal joy in every single aspect. i will never get tired of your personality and antics. please never change.

@the-boy-meets-evil deserves a mention as well. my favorite backer in so many tough situations but also a great instigator (you know it well lol). your insight has helped me immensely, especially during writing and i wouldn't change it at all.

mentioning a few more people i met this year along with some i met in the previous years and have made my days insanely better: @c-oupsie @tusswrites @highvern @gyuswhore @wonustars @svtiddiess @tomodachiii @wooahaeproductions @okiedokrie @haologram

finally, i want to shoutout @svthub, @thediamondlifenetwork and @camandemstudios for helping me grow as a member and/or admin and kicking a higher sense of responsibility in me.

this is the end of the post and hopefully it wasn't too tiring to read haha. once again, i'm wishing everyone happy new year and maybe, i'll see you soon enough!

with love, Zeta.

[pendinghope]

Okay so I don’t have anything nearly as in depth to say but I do have some thoughts. This is more in general fandomness not just queer related media. So some context: This isn’t my art account but I do make fanart and societal views of the media greatly affect what I may end up posting. I recently became a fan of a kpop band and drew one of the band members. I was scared to post it cause of so many what-ifs and the fact that it didn’t get it to look quite right. But that’s beside the point. Anyway, when I went to talk to friends about if I should post it one of them pointed out some things I had never thought about. So kpop, anime, and other media doesn’t have a good reputation where I’m from though anime has become more accepted. My friend said “So you know how a group of women isn’t evil. But then when a group of women like something it’s given a bad reputation?” Something along those lines but they said it better than I could put into words. And I feel like this has to do with the “only straight women like this media”. It’s mysogenistic. And also just incorrect in the grand scheme of things. So many people like a variety of things but when certain groups of people like something people will attack it just using the basis “well these people like it so it must not be good”. Which, is just so odd. Why would a group of people liking something somehow affect the quality of media? Like I’m sure it would have some influence but not in the way that is used in such an argument. I want to go on more but honestly can’t figure out how to go on so pls add to this. (Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, I’m not quite sure how to properly express my thoughts)

Now onto a different topic. So I’m a fan of very niche things and highly enjoy my corny cheesey little shows. Some of which I would recommend to my friends until they called one of my shows cringe. Which, okay if it isn’t your thing I completely understand. But it’s a show I’ve expressed that I loved and even recommended. Now if you want to call my show anything call it corny, cheesey, goofy, cause it is. It’s overly dramatic yeah but that’s its vibe. Cringe is so overused and just saying stuff like this made me more wary about what shows I offer people and avoid shows that maybe they would actually like. If you’re going to criticize something, don’t just use negative words. Call it what it is. If it’s cheesey or over dramatic maybe it won’t have that gritty plot line you’re looking for but it’s not supposed to have that. It’s supposed to be a lil goofy, it’s supposed to be fun. Yeah it’s ‘unrealistic’ but the characters have super powers so it was never meant to be. Hell even if they didn’t have powers sitcoms exist for a reason. (Rak Diao, my love).

Another lil tidbit I wanted to add on was just basic understanding of media. I’ve talked about this before so I’m just gonna copy and paste it but edit it to make sense in this context:

So I find I don’t understand everything. By this I mean I can take one understanding of a piece, look at the piece again and just be like damn how on earth was I so wrong before? It’s why I like giving shows a second chance. Cause I might of completely misunderstood what’s happening or maybe I never knew in the first place. It’s just the meaning I took at that time and now I’ll learn something else from it. Like something I might misremember or have a bad impression of I’ll go back and recheck and be like, yeah no I was so wrong. This is great! And vice versa, I’ll be like man this is so good, rewatch and notice things that are a bit iffy. And just go hmmmmm. Just enjoy what you enjoy and don’t be afraid to try things again or let things go. Also, a lot of things fly over my head in shows cause I’m not aware or conscious of everything and I don’t know all the experiences or relevant ties things may have so it’s always good to double check or get a second pair of eyes. (See I read an entire book thinking the main character was a boy. It wasn’t until literal years later I found out the main character was a girl. Did this change much of anything? Not really. But it’s an example and I still thought the fairy and main character were going to end up dating. Alas they did not.)

I hope some of this made sense. T^T

Putting my thoughts out here is terrifying, cause of again all those what-ifs. Anyway, I don’t know how to uh end my lil spiel so yeah. (￣▽￣;)

a question for QL fandom at large: when did we start only wanting media that is perfectly suited to our standards?

there has never been a perfect show, and there never will be a perfect show, because everybody likes different things and QL is run on shoestring budgets. i thought this was something we made our peace with as viewers of the genre!

so i'm just wondering at what point fandom decided that a show is only worthy of praise/fandom if it has no problems?

at what point did we decide that talking about the problems of a show is more important than talking about what we did enjoy and what kept us watching? i don't know when it happened, but it definitely has. critique is treated more seriously and gets more interaction than people talking about what they like.

it seems like a really exhausting and slightly puritan way to do things, to be constantly finding imperfections and treating them as more important than the good parts. dunno about y'all but i don't want to be unintentionally enacting puritan shit.

i want joy, i want fun, i want the spirit of camaraderie in fandom.

so, why did fandom begin to snub any media that didn't fit very high standards? and how can we steer ourselves away from that impulse?

(i am genuinely curious about why this is happening and how those of us who don't enjoy it can change, so please feel free to jump in, even if you are 'late' or think you only have a very small contribution to make to the discussion.)

[homestuckreplay]

Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.

(page 1116-1128)

As it turns out, there’s no such thing as a DEAPPEARIFIER. Such a machine is actually called a SENDIFICATOR, and funding for this technology drastically improves the postal service’s ability to carry out their work, as gloriously demonstrated by PM. This machine is presumably why things keep appearing, as well as disappearing, around Jade’s house (p.770).

I shed a real tear when PM successfully delivered the package – it’s only been a few hundred pages since her first mail spiel (p.894-6), but AR’s erratic shooting and the clear danger of the current situation mean this still feels like an earned victory. There is a song called ‘The Courier’ by Richard Shindell that I’ve been obsessed with for years and this is PM’s theme song to me. I’m actually so taken with this broader theme of mail and with this drive to carry information and items between people even in a world that’s not set up for it, that I want to explore other media that has this theme, and maybe even base my next D&D character around this.

Thinking about AR’s characterization, they’re mad at themself for shooting incorrectly, bonking themself on the head for it (p.1119) meaning they are not above their own laws. This doesn’t make them less dangerous, but it makes their moral code more consistent. The same is true with their attraction to PM – AR has this urge towards forbidden romance with the opposing side, but isn’t going to make a legal exception even for this carapaced hottie. AR is also extremely stubborn and doggedly convinced of things that are factually untrue – for example, they ‘don’t give a shit about’ their weapon being magazine-fed and not clip-fed (p.1101), they think of themself as a ‘crack shot’ despite not landing a single bullet (p.1119), and they think Serenity is a ‘little blinking bee’ (p.1122).

I think black and white thinking, strict ideals and no mercy for those who disrupt them, have to be more traits programmed into all chess pieces (for all its intellectual complexity, chess does not have much nuance to its lore). So this next part might be a reach and might be confirmation bias, but I wonder if these folks have similarities to the kids they command. WV was socially inept at first, prone to flights of fancy, and not great at prioritizing, which are also some of John’s flaws. PM is focused on her delivery tasks to the point of putting herself in danger, and Jade is behaving similarly as she harpoons herself across the ruins and evades Bec’s protection to deliver the time bait as per Skaia’s will. AR’s stubbornness and refusal to question their own biased perspective could fit with either Dave or Rose, but their immediate resorting to violence is a better fit for Dave – the kid who was so mad about being named ‘insufferable prick’ that he destroyed the input box (p.310).

Pretty fucked up that WV just sacrifices one of his pawns. One of his beloved citizens, martyred for the cause. Pour one out for- shit nevermind wrong phrase.

One complaint: there is no possible way WV and PM have read Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff. Even if they could access it from their command terminals – and I do NOT believe Skaia has programmed that functionality – they do not exist in the right cultural moment to appreciate the humor. When the narrative text references SBAHJ during the kids’ sections (for example, p.915) it works for me, because it’s an actual thought they might be having. It doesn’t work for me here on pages 1123-4, because the narrator’s inserting it where it wouldn’t naturally fit, using SBAHJ to distract me from the much better comic I’m currently reading.

UNLESS. I have been interpreting the scribbly pages like 1118 and 1124 (above) as Jade’s understanding of events upon waking, the way a dream that seems perfectly crisp and clear while asleep becomes vague and blurry after waking up. Again likely a reach, but I could buy that the SBAHJ is Jade editorializing on her own visions as she creates this note and draws the map for WV and PM to follow. That feels neater to me, at least.

> AR: Shoot at bass guitar to repair elevator.

[revenantghost]

Of course I'm having more car problems that I can't fix :) Of course :)

[askblueandviolet]

I need to see the spider demons please 😭🙏

[front-facing-pokemon]

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Some people have aggressively stupid takes on censorship, fictional content, kink…. But then also in irl sex and relationships, too, and it’s exhausting. If you are a grown adult wringing your hands about how you could never date anyone two years younger than you or getting your panties in a twist over regular safe consenting sex practices/acting like safe and consensual k.ink is inherently abusive…. Then your brain has been so thoroughly rotted by online puritan discourse and you need to get off of twitter and experience the real world. Genuinely. Hope this helps.

[sskk-manifesto]

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[milfbrainrot]

weird to me that I don't have a particular blorbo or otp or anything for arcane, similar to yellowjackets, while still loving both shows so much. It's wild bc you'd think shows w so many female characters and femslash ships/potential I would have Something to make my entire identity but instead I just get decision paralysis and go insane abt it all in equal measure

[johnhelliwell]

Oh i am so mad at Roger. They settled with Rick at least but are still going with Roger.