#But you're welcome to fill in any context you want for the situation they're in!

[outoftheirdifferences]

@bleachbrainrotbro / continued from (x)

"Oh, well, heh."

Oops, seemed she's interpreted an unspoken criticism where there was none. Sheepish grin touched Webby's beak, the girl playing with her feathers a moment. She was getting better at this whole acting like a normal kid thing, but clearly she was also... not all the way there yet.

Hopping off the training dummy that she'd just bound up neatly with her grappling hook's cord, the duckling shrugged a little, rubbed at her shirt cuff.

"Well, you know. My granny spent a lot of time training me to be ready for anything. Plenty of cool tricks still up these sleeves, if I get chance to use them."

She tilted her head at the next question.

"Me? I'm eleven. Why, what's your age?"

She'd been asked, so it was only polite to return the question, wasn't it? Maybe that was just a normal greeting in this world where she'd ended up!

[incorrectfbaaquotes]

FAQ about the blog

Note: This blog is not spoiler safe! Spoilers may be contained in all posts for the entire series! Proceed with caution.

Hi and welcome to my shitposting side project! I hope you enjoy your time here.

I have had several questions through replies, asks, and DM's inquiring about certain things pertaining to this blog (how often I post, where the quotes come from, tags, etc.) and I just wanted to fill everyone in on them in one central post so there's not a bunch of different posts and reblogs. And don't mind the rainbow colors scattered throughout. It's spring here and I'm feeling it.

If this does not pertain to you, and you're just here for the giggles, please ignore this post and move along!

Why is this blog even here?

This blog was started as a way to make me smile. I started doing this in my primary blog's drafts shortly after TWOTQ was released to make myself giggle, but it was getting really crowded in there, and I had a 3AM thought. If it makes me laugh, it might make someone else laugh too.

So here's how this blog works :

Questions about Posting :

I post once daily at about 12:00pm (noon) EST. Sometimes, when I'm adding to the queue, I'll find one that I really like and want to post one earlier, but generally speaking, once daily.

I am not currently taking submissions as I'm working through my exorbitant number of backlogged drafts as it is. I'm really trying not to inundate the standard character tags with this blog.

I've been asked if I play favorites with who I choose for quotes. No. I don't. At all. I certainly have favorite characters, but I try to keep things pretty spread evenly as far as I can. There are some characters that are bound to end up with more quotes because they're more central characters: Poppy, Casteel, Kieran, Sera, Nyktos, etc. We simply have spent more time with these characters so we know them better and have more situations between them.

Sources for Incorrect Quotes :

This question has come up SEVERAL times, especially with anons.

All quotes featured on this blog come from third party sources. I have never, nor will I ever, claim these quotes sourced by other people as my own creation. My sole contribution, and why they're posted here in the first place, is misquoting them under the guise of characters from Jennifer L. Armentrout's Blood & Ash and Flesh & Fire series.

I try to always remember to source where I found the quote in the tags of the post. This is not always (frequently) the originator of that quote. If the original source is brought to my attention, I will also tag them in the tags along with where I found it in the first place. I firmly believe in giving credit where credit is due.

Also of note, any of these FBAA related that happen to coincide with something that someone already posted, here or somewhere else, is completely coincidental. I do my best to try and not post one if it's already been posted by someone else, but I'm not perfect. If anyone notices this, please let me know and I will remove mine immediately!

Tags on Posts

Characters : Any time a character is used or mentioned in a post, they will be tagged with their name (full name, if available). If there are multiple derivatives of the name, those will likely be tagged as well (Penellaphe Balfour/Poppy Balfour/Poppy Da'Neer; Seraphena Mierel/Sera Mierel; etc.).

Books : I try to tag whatever books may be relevant to the post. FBAA is the most frequent book I tag as I see it as the base book for the fandom. However, for the most part, I try to keep the series separated if necessary and only tag books where the context of the quote may play into it (if something is AKOFAF specific, for instance).

Spoilers : Some of the quotes I've released after TWOTQ hold some relevance to events that happened within that book. Due to the book being newly released, I've been tagging anything remotely spoilery for that book with a "twotq spoilers" tag. I will likely do the same thing if this blog is still alive when ALITF comes out in the fall and for any subsequent releases for a several month period after that book was released.

NSFW: Sometimes, rarely, posts may include themes or, more likely, words not suitable for younger audiences or for workplace viewing. Though this blog (and the books) are not intended for younger readers, in an effort to be more mindful, posts containing these will be tagged with nsfw (not safe for work).

Anything going forward that I may post or respond to here that isn't an incorrect quote will be tagged with "#not fbaa" or "not an incorrect qutoe"- Real life shit happens sometimes, folks. This is for that inevitability, but also applies to this post here. I don't plan on frequently posting anything other than quotes here. I like this blog for what it is. But in case that happens...

Sources : I tag the sources in the tags with "source: [thing]. I have had people in the past reblog a post of mine attaching the originating source onto it instead of the one where I found it. If this is brought to my attention, after verifying the claim because internet, I will add that tag to my original post.

Okay, but what are your sources?

Generators : I've used these two incorrect quote generators (Scatterpatter's and Perchance) in the past. They have great variety and the quotes are defaulted to anonymous persons.

Pinterest : I've pinned so many of the damned things on Pinterest that I'm now inundated with the damned things every time I log on, so there as well.

Other incorrect quote blogs: If I'm struggling to come up with one, despite my absolutely massive collection of drafts, I will surf other incorrect quote sources and find a favorite or two. There are some really great ones out there. Some of my favorites include @incorrectgreeks (Twitter), @lesbian-deadpool (tumblr), and @incorrectnessduskwood (tumblr).

...everything else : And finally, I've pulled quotes from Vine and TikTok compilations, movies and tv shows, Twitter, other books, and the like. I was watching Frozen with my mom again a while back (my momma loves Olaf. Bugger off) and when he mentions that he had been impaled by the icicle, all I could think of was Duke Teerman.

Thank you!

Thank you all sincerely from the bottom of my heart for taking part in this blog, whether it was a like, reblog, reply, or follow. These past few months have been tough in the real world for me and you have no idea what having this space has meant.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hello! Do you think it's ok for americans with welsh backgrounds to learn about and claim welsh heritage? My family is very welsh (I'm fourth gen on my Ma's side) and I desperately want something to connect to. Thank you.

I shall preface this answer by saying that I am, of course, nobody; I don't speak for all of Wales here, and my word is not law. But, you've asked for my personal opinion, and I love spouting my opinions, so let's leap right into that.

I think if it's a heritage you have, then hell yes my friend, you fill your boots! Come on in! The water's warm and we're singing! We're a small culture with virtually no international profile, so we love people learning about us anyway. You having a personal stake in it as a way of connecting with your history and roots is delightful. You say the word, and my Welshcake and rarebit recipes are yours.

I suspect the reason you're asking this, though - forgive me if I'm reading this wrong - is the thorny issue of how much do you get to claim identity-wise, I. E. to what extent is it okay to say this is not just where your ancestors were from, but this is who you are.

That, of course, is trickier. I think there's often a clash here about the language used between "old world" and "new world" cultures. The place I see this most often is when Americans claim to be Irish, when they've never even set foot in Ireland and nor has the rest of their family for about three generations and they're as American as they come. It's a linguistic clash: Americans hear "I'm American but my Irish heritage is an important and relevant cultural signifier for me because in my culture these nuances matter," while Irish people hear "Hello fellow Irish person, I'm just like you" and think "No you fucken aren't, sunshine". And unfortunately, this has overspill into avenues that matter - when an American says "I'm Irish so I know all about oppression" they're very much referring to a period of oppression that was left behind a century ago and functionally does not exist anymore beyond the occasional shitty comment from the odd 80 year old. When an Irish person says it they're talking about the very real modern day issues they deal with in Britain stemming from the Troubles and the English belief that the Irish are stupid and also thieves. But the Irish get shouted down by Americans, who are used to hearing it in the former context.

So it can be difficult to find the right language. It would be a different situation with you, because while Wales and Ireland have a lot of socio-political and cultural crossover, we nonetheless have different issues. As I say: no one has fucken heard of Wales, so it's already going to be a different situation if you were to say "I'm Welsh". Still, if you've never even been, and you don't live in Welsh culture, I think it's phrasing that would make most "old world" people... I dunno, a bit uncomfortable, maybe? It would nettle people.

BUT WITH THAT SAID, we would have zero problems with "I'm Welsh-American". Or even "I'm half-Welsh (on my mother's side)". That acknowledges your dual nationality too, and "half-Welsh" covers a whole variety of ways that could be (plus, "I'm half-Welsh" is nice and short and easy to say). As i see it, there's no ethical, moral or other barrier to you saying that. I don't think any Welsh people would see a problem with that. We understand that when people say "I'm half-Welsh" what they're really saying is "I have Welsh heritage and that's important to me, and I'm also from somewhere else that's also important." You could also go with "part-Welsh" if you felt it suited you better, I suppose, but dealer's choice.

In any case, it is your heritage, and you do absolutely get to claim it as such. And honestly, we welcome you - like I say, no one has heard of Wales, and our closest neighbours hate us, so others coming and telling us we aren't irrelevant at best and contemptible at worst is a joy. Plus, we're pretty welcoming people anyway, by and large.

If you want any help, hit me up! Happy to point you in the right direction. See if you can find out where in Wales your family came from, too! There are cultural differences you might enjoy discovering.

[isabelbuccellati]

(writing it here so no one misses it)

Vicolo Cieco, Capitolo Uno

It was the evening of a gloomy Saturday, not a single cloud in the sky to be seen and a gentle warm breeze danced through the streets of Naples. After running some irrelevant errands, Risotto headed to the bar he frequented long time ago, back in the days when he was younger and merely but a simple mobster. The wooden door creaked as he pushed it and a few stranger gazes fixed on his tall figure for a moment, just to back and sink in their melancholic sopor right away. Heavy smoke clouds from the lit cigarettes and the faint smell of sweet liquor filled the room. "This place haven't changed a bit" he thought as he sat down on a stool, next to the bartender, crossing his arms onto the bar table. Before he could order any drink he would choose, a glass half filled with an aromatic whiskey accompanied by an ashtray was placed before him.

"Nero! How long has it been?" The bartender greeted Risotto almost too cheerily for the place and context of the situation.

He cleared his throat after the burning sensation that sipping from the glass left in his mouth. "I lost count of the years long ago, Mariano. How comes you're still working here?" The last thing Risotto wanted in that moment was chatting, but his manners made it impossible for him to just shush away the man.

"Life hasn't treated me well. I tried to study, but Adriano fell sick, and I had to take care of him and his medical expenses. After he passed away I just...", he couldn't finish the sentence, as tears threatened to fall from his eyes and his expression was one of pure pain, like if something soft and sensitive was ripped open inside him. Lifting just the tiniest bit his brows, relaxing his jaw and softening his face Risotto raised his gaze to find Mariano's. 

"I'm sorry to hear that", he muttered, giving the barkeeper a compassionate look. He knew well their tragic love story, how they faced a world that had to offer nothing but hate and discrimination just to be together, and now with his partner deceased, Risotto could just imagine the helplessness he was immersed in.

Downing his glass in one gulp, he tried to hold back memories. Those memories that once were sweet, now they're just as bitter as the aftertaste of the beverage that was being poured once again by the bartender. Red irises fixated on the swinging waves the liquid draw on its surface, hunched against the counter he closed his eyes...

"Sorbet... Gelato..." 

Humming quietly to a nostalgic song playing on the rusty jukebox, he finally gave up and allowed the memories to fill his mind. There was one in specific he kept with a special fondness. A knock on the door and a soft whisper asking for permission to enter his office, "Come inside" his raspy voice commanded and Sorbet opened the door, closing it behind his back. He sat on the worn out chair in front of Risotto's desk, covered in papers, assassination targets photos and folders. Nero remained silent until his subordinate spoke.

"Capo, I don't want to disturb your work, but I'm in need for advice and you're the one I trust the most. Please, don't laugh at me." A bright red blush showed in his cheeks, his hands were crossed on his lap trying to keep still his bouncy leg, as this whole situation was making him anxious. Risotto just let out the faintest of chuckles, hiding his amusement. He put the papers aside and placed his gaze upon the black haired man.

"Who's the lucky one?" He asked, though already knowing the answer. His elbows rested on the adorned tabletop, fingers intertwined to support his chin. Sitting on the edge of his armchair and leaning towards Sorbet, he pushed even further, "Do I know them?" His brows lifted and the crook of his mouth curled upwards.

Sorbet's eyes widened and his teeth clenched, the feeling like this was a waste of time for his Capo and he was making a fool of himself. For a brief minutes, he relaxed his entire body, as if he kept it so tense for longer, he would start to tremble. Placing his hands timidly on the desk, he replied. "It's... G-Gelato. Please, I beg you, don't judge me and above all, don't tell anyone. Specially Gelato". Risotto couldn't help but smile. How in the world he would betray the trust Sorbet was giving him? He leaned even more and held Sorbet hands between his.

"Don't hesitate to tell him about your feelings, I'm sure he will reciprocate them. I've seen how he looks at you, he follows you everywhere and asks all of us your whereabouts when you're not here. Make the first move, ask him to go on a date with you. Maybe take him to that new ristorante down the street. You know what? I'll give you the day off tomorrow. Spend it wise-" he couldn't finish the sentence as Gelato, without announcing himself entered the room to the view of Risotto and Sorbet holding hands, close to one another. Jumping from the chair, on the verge of a stroke and red as tomato, the onix haired man tried to explain to Gelato that this wasn't what he thought in a high pitched voice. Risotto lifted himself off the armchair amused by the scene and walked up to the blonde's side. Ruffling his golden short strands, Riz whispered to his ear "I think Sorbet has something to tell you. Also, you have the day off tomorrow". Before exiting the room, he looked back and with half a smile, he winked at Sorbet.

Right after that, the memories twisted all their way around, now showing Sorbet in pieces and Gelato tied and gagged. Risotto's chest was sore and stinging. His boys, his family taken down so grotesquely and he couldn't protect them. His jaw tightened, all the rage he felt made his nose bleed copiously. He fought hard the tears.

Risotto came back slowly from his self-absorbed state. His glass was empty again and for more that he looked for him around the place, Mariano was nowhere to be found. He reached for his pocket, only to realize he left his cigarettes back home. He placed the money for his drinks and a generous tip beside the glass and before leaving the place his eyes roamed around, trying to remember every detail of it; the old jukebox playing Whitesnake, the air saturated in smoke, the red and black tiles and the dim lighting that made the this place eerily comforting. Closing the door behind his back, a bright full moon on the sky and the cold breeze coming from the sea welcomed him to ponder once again about going back home.

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