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[fortifice]

[goldfades]

38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."

with jamie!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹

♡ ─ word count | 1.6k

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷

Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.

You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.

You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.

You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.

As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.

As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.

"I made your favorite,"

He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.

"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.

"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.

"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."

You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.

"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"

Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."

His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."

He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.

You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."

Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.

You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."

He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."

The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.

"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."

He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."

He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."

"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."

The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."

For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.

After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.

The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.

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[dwindlinghaze]

Hello! Soo I was wondering if I could request a RemusxReader oneshot/blurb with this scenario. Hear me out:

Reader openly talking to the girls about her crush on Remus she as had for years and just being so casual talking about how much she likes him and thinks he's amazing and hot, and how much she loves him (practically me simping for Rem) and she isn't embarrassed cuz she's known Lily and Marlene for years and they're used to talk like that and tease each other kindly (they usually do it to Lily). But they don't know that Remus and the boys are "accidentally" listening to their conversation.

Lmk what you think! Thankyou ly, byebye <3

moon river

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fluff, the marauders being nosy af and eavesdropping, bad writing and not proofread :(

a/n : hello anon!!! ty so so much for the request and im so so sorry for taking so long in writing it. but hey i am here and im at your service ;) i rly hope u like this and it fulfilled what you asked for ☁️☁️

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"[y/n] are you free tonight? or does loverboy has to take you away before midnight?" marlene said, linking your arms together as you two walked inside the common room.

"yes... why?"

"charms."

"charms?"

"assignment."

"oh-"

"yes."

"charms assignment that you need me to help you with?"

"obviously,"

"ah fine," you eyes slowly averted to the smile of none other that remus lupin. your mind goes fuzzy all of a sudden. he was joking and laughing with james in front of the fireplace. "he looks so happy today," you whispered to yourself, smiling.

"aww, you care about his happiness! just make out already," marlene said, wiggling her thick brows.

"that's one step beyond. not ethical," you shook your head in a mocking manner. "where's lily by the way? is she up here already?"

marlene shrugged as she opened the door to the dormitory, letting the warm air hit both of their faces.

later that night, you were helping marlene out on the charms essay and let's just say... it wasn't going as planned.

"marl, it's not how it is. you have to read the whole thing first then make your own summary about it so professor flitwick won't accuse you of plagiarism."

"but there's too many! why isn't there a charms to shorten paragraphs," she whined like a child on the sidewalk when their moms didn't get ice cream.

"liliana, help me over here. marl doesn't want to read,"

"i doing my eye mask, can't stand up," she reasoned stupidly.

"eye masks stick to your under eyes. yes you can stand up without them falling off. i wish remus was here, he can probably summarise four pages in just two minutes, he's incredibly smart," you closed your little tired eyes.

"if remus was here, he wont be teaching me anything, he would be too busy with you," marlene scoffed, although she is teasing.

"that's right," lily agreed. "remember this morning when [y/n] dropped mashed potatoes on his head? he didn't even blame her! he was blushing."

"also in dada, didn't you see remus was basically mumbling a mantra to be partnered up with [y/n], that's so sweet," marlene continued in a teasing voice, her charms assignment completely tossed of to the side.

you think to yourself, a conversation about remus late at night is way more interesting than charms. so you didn't budge. "aw yea he did, i saw," you cheeks turned crimson as you smile.

"isn't he just so... beautiful? i never look at anyone- except for my barbie dolls when i was five- this way. he is just right in every way."

"mhmmm keep going my love," marlene replied, after noticing a slight crack in the door with the marauders behind it. they were appalled when marlene saw them but marlene stays quiet, sending a wink their way.

at first, they were up here because james wanted to return lily's hair clip in which the boy slyly stole during class for this moment. but the others insisted to go up to see her reaction for some reason.

remus wouldn't complain though. he got to hear what the girl he loves for so much has to say bout him when he's not around.

your back was facing the door with your legs crossed over your chest and you hugging them. "his face may be pretty, but i think his heart is way prettier. for god's sake he holds my hand when i was anxious for that history presentation! he knows my needs so well."

"yes, that's so kind of him," lily urged for you to continue so she can tease you about it the next morning in front of remus lupin.

"and the best part is, remus respects women! he treats me like how i treat the girls and women around me. that's the hottest thing a guy could ever do," you dazed out, burying your face in between your kneecaps.

"ugh we love a respectful king, don't we girls!" marlene said purposely loud so remus can hear the conversation wide and clear from the door. his eyes were basically making heart eyes at the back of your head, his smile is like he had just won a contest and to hide that would be so dishonest.

"i told you to get her on a date sooner, she is the one!" sirius nudged remus rather harshly, but he was too focused on you.

"but what i don't like about him is the fact that he thinks he's not worthy of anything. he is. he deserves the biggest apology and happiness there ever was. he is like a moon river. i would roll my ship at night just to see the sparkles that he got. my huckleberry friend."

"isn't that enough to confirm that [y/n] loves you back, remus?" marlene shouted, her vision straight to the door.

your eyes widened in panic as your blood rushed into your cheeks. was remus hearing all of this? oh no freaking way- he can't be!

the door swung open, revealing the marauders who were standing with their jaws on the floor.

"i'm going out," lily spoke up, slipping out the door with james running after her like a lost puppy.

"you better do something," marlene winked at remus as she pushed him inside the room. remus nodded numbly, processing on what just happened. marlene was already dragging sirius down to give their friends privacy.

"hey, can i come in?"

"gosh i'm so sorry you heard all of that! you don't understand how embarrassing it is for me right now. i wish to disappear!" you scrunched your face, mortified by what his reactions may be.

"listen, uh, what you said were- it really makes me happy that you think of me that way because... so do i! i've been scared to say anything because i just- wasn't sure if you like me that way or not..."

"well, you heard it... what am i going to do now," you whispered the last part under your breath.

lucky for remus, he's got super hearing powers due to his lycanthropy so he heard that as clear as the sky is blue. "we can do what girlfriend and boyfriend do," remus answered shyly, playing with the end of your blanket that dropped from your bed.

"excuse me ma'am, you haven't asked me for dinner yet and now we're girlfriend and boyfriend?" you said in a joking manner to ease the tension out.

"okay let's do baby steps. come here, m'love, want to hold my girl," he opened his arms with his eyes closed. does he even know how cute he is right now?

[pseudowho]

Hi Mrs. Haitch :D!!! I have a bit of a problem dump in the following 2 paragraphs. And I absolutely do not expect you to read or respond unless you want to! You’re not a therapist and you’re not responsible for others’ emotions. If you do want to read/reply, that’s really welcomed as well!

I personally have had/am having issues with men who are in their thirties hitting on me when I thought I made it clear I just want to be completely platonic friends AND they all knew my age from the start 🥲 TW - I was 19 when two 33 year olds sexually harassed me (one was a coworker who said stuff out of the blue, like, “you want kids? I’ll put one in you” (for context, he heard me talking to my co-hostess about wanting to raise children in the ways I never got loved, nurtured, and cared for) // “What if I touch myself and moan your name?” // “Wanna hear a joke TRIGGER WARNING “Are you a school? Cause I wanna shoot kids inside you” which was literally such a disgusting and inexcusable joke??? Hello?) and currently there’s a 30 year old guy who KEEEEEPS trying to get me to be his super close friend (he was flirting CONSTANTLY until I made it really overly clear I don’t want romance with anyone atm). He knows I am 21 as well! Which is wild to me! Just wild. I’ve literally FELT my frontal lobe developing in the past few years (It’s like I could suddenly start to understand the importance of more practical decisions), and it won’t stop developing until I’m 25 either. So for a full grown 30 year old… to be… I’m 9 year younger than him… idk… it’s weird to me…

and I was wondering, should I feel bad for these people? Would you let pity/guilt override the judgment? (I am not perfect at all and have my share of flaws, but I have had a issues with letting hurt people who hurt people, get away with stuff they do to me AND I feel guilty for not being their personal therapist, even though expecting that of any single person who ISN’T one’s professional therapist, is unfair). You seem like a kind person who understands the depth of humans, so I think I trust your judgment! And would love to hear what you have to say if you want to share. The 33 year olds have deep rooted issues and my heart truly sympathizes with them (but I do feel a shit ton of disgust too. if they ever did that to somebody else I would be SO MAD).

I’m eventually somehow gonna figure these questions out (as life tends to go), so don’t worry about this ask at all if it’s not ur cup of tea, or is draining.

Take care and hope you have a LOVEEEELYYYY DAYYYYYY!!!! (Also curious what ur fav tea is? Mine is Numi’s earl gray. It’s too perfect, so elevated. Very flavorful and elegant and THE NOTESSSSSS oh god. Could write a whole post on it)

Anyone who thinks comments like that are flirting, need to be re-educated. With a baseball bat. They'll call it 'dark humour' when really they're just cunts, so they're doing you a real favour showing you that early.

Well done for not being flattered by the attentions of an older man, because...

If there's anything that women aged 30+ tend to notice, it's that when men their age hit on much younger women, it's usually because that man's character is lacking, he's emotionally immature, a predator who relies on younger women and girls being less self confident, and it is most often a RED FLAG.

These 30+ year old men are usually not with women their own age, because the women their own age recognise that they're arseholes or losers, most of the time, and we cringe when they then repeatedly shoot their shot with young women who they will flatter with that age old adage of 'you're so mature for your age!'

If they have deep-seated issues and they turn it into someone else's problem, without any sense of ownership or willingness to actually work on resolving or improving from their issues, RUN.

Never get with someone out of pity. Have some self-respect, and do not let them mistake your kindness for weakness.

Because people see me as understanding, I am a therapist. To everyone. All the time. Strangers, within hours of meeting me, will often pour out their emotional vulnerabilities and traumas; while I'm tough and able to compute it all, and to help them, and read through a solution, it is sometimes a heavy burden.

But for YOU, remember there is a difference between you therapising someone, and someone using you to trauma-dump. Learn to recognise the two, and protect yourself from being used, especially if these are the very same men who have recently been trying to get into your pants.

My favourite tea is Yorkshire Tea by Taylors of Harrogate, with a splash of milk and a spoonful of brown sugar or honey.

Don't let these pieces of shit use you, kiddo.

They're not "daddies"; they haven't earned such an esteemed title. Nothing daddy about these tramps.

All my love, and I have a knife in my pocket,

-- Haitch xxx

[leikeliscomet]

Flop and Bubble Part 2 - The Response

The responses to my original thread matter just as much as the episode itself. What is the audience taking away from the commentary? What have they learned? How is this racism commentary shaping the Doctor Who fandom for the better? Ironically, I got told my thread was bad because I critiqued the fandom as if I couldn’t tell the difference between the two. For an episode praised for showing microaggressions, there seemed to be a lot of it in my replies and quote tweets. Lots of white users were quick to tell me I misunderstood the episode and replied by explaining the plot to me even though the first tweet said I’d already rewatched it. Others explained to me how systemic racism functions and how white right-wing echo chambers hurt Black people as if I wasn’t the ‘Black people’ in question. Some white users needed to explain how much they disagreed with me because they interpreted the episode better than I did but still wanted to ‘boost marginalised BIPOC voices’ anyway. Some white users congratulated a Black woman’s response to my thread and said her take was better than mine as if it’s impossible for two Black people to disagree on the same topic. Some white users said I was wrong then wrote their own threads on mine using the exact same points I brought up and got praise for it. Some white users wrote whole threads and paragraphs on how they weren’t racist or bad people for liking Dot and Bubble, assuming my original post from a Black POV was a personal attack or restriction on them personally. Some white users thought I was banning white writers from having Black characters. Some white users were so surprised at how ‘well-spoken’, ‘articulate’ and ‘civil’ I was and congratulated me for this, assuming I wasn't capable of being those things in the first place. White queer users told me RTD did his best and as long as they got their queer representation it was A-okay. Non-Black POC said they didn’t see why I was so upset and because they liked it there was no issue. And others did what they usually do everytime I critique anything racial and RTD: Say I’m attacking white people.

Being told that as a Black person, my criticism of an episode that’s supposed to represent my own oppression and experiences is wrong, that I lack the experience, intelligence and media literacy to talk about the antiblackness that’s haunted me throughout my life and that I should be grateful for white people to lecture me because those other white people are only resharing it because they’re scared of me as a ‘POC’ is one of the most egregious forms of antiblackness I’ve heard in a very long time. And there was no shortage of it in my thread. Lots of users chimed in to dismantle my thread piece by piece. Apparently, only casting POC in the main cast for the past 15 years out of 61, just around a quarter of the show’s life counteracts the predominantly white casting of most of its run. Excluding Black writers in the writer's room apparently is the best and only way to represent the exclusion of Black people in the episode because none of them can write about their own experiences. Apparently, all the moments where the Doctor stood up against bigotry don’t exist anymore. Apparently because this is the Doctor’s first time being Black they don’t know anything about Earth’s anti Black racism anymore. Apparently it’s puritan censorship and infantilisation to question the ethics and optics of having your first Black actor playing the Doctor perform for white validation in the script the first day on set. Apparently you’re the antiblack one for questioning any of RTD2’s antiblack optics. Apparently, ignoring 60s racism in Britain is good because who the fuck cares about Black British history in a British show and a British cultural staple. Apparently Doctor Who’s just the silly blue box alien show and I’m overreacting because this show has never attempted to handle deeper political themes before or anything. Even in the follow-up thread and tweets talking about the racism I’ve personally experienced, which I didn’t even plan on making because I didn’t expect thread 1 to do numbers in the first place, white and non-Black users of colour took it upon themselves to remind me ‘that’s the point’. I know Dot and Bubble’s themes are echo chambers, white supremacy and privilege. I know the racism episode is about racism. I’m saying the themes were handled like shit. That’s my point.

Antiblackness in the Doctor Who fandom is nothing new to me. I’ve been told I make up racism in my head and that I look for it when it isn’t there. I’ve been accused of bullying Russell T. Davies. I’ve been accused of bullying David Tennant. I’ve been accused of being rude to Rose Tyler and her fans by her stanbase. I’ve been accused of being rude to queer fans because I don’t support the RoseMartha ship as if I’m not one myself. I’ve been accused of attacking the fandom. I’ve been told Freema Agyeman’s harassment was deserved because her name is ‘foreign’. I’ve been told Freema Agyeman deserved to be called Aunt Jemima and an affirmative action placement because Martha was ‘written badly’. I’ve been told I am a white supremacist for critiquing Dot and Bubble. I’ve been told I don’t understand racism even though I’m Black. I’ve been told I’m just like Lindy Pepperbean and just like her I should hop on ‘my boat’ and essentially die. I’ve seen my Black mutuals harassed by anon trolls, public trolls and called slurs for defending Martha Jones and other Black characters and critiquing other racism commentary episodes. Attacking, bullying, harming and hurting. Violent violent violent. The Black Bogeymen living on the space station that is the Doctor Who fandom. If every story has its hero, it’s very clear who the fandom imagines as its villains.

The most jarring part about the backlash to my thread wasn’t just the antiblackness itself, ‘subtle’ and explicit, but that the white and non-Black fans in my mentions genuinely believe their antiblackness doesn’t exist. They genuinely think they’re not like Lindy despite using her points word for word, bar for bar. The only difference between Lindy and the Finetimers and the white fans in my mentions is that Lindy had the balls to say she was racist with her chest. Doctor Who fans watched a whole episode about a white person assuming a Black person was unintelligent and threatening, praised it, then turned around and projected the exact same antiblackness on me because I didn’t kiss RTD’s nyash. They can walk away with their antiblackness unchecked and actively supported whilst still being the heroes of the story, the real so-called antiracists, over the Black people like me they’ve thrown under the bus. Or boat in this case. And this episode does absolutely nothing to challenge that.

I’m not surprised by any reaction from right-wing white fans of the show, as their hatred of ‘Doctor Woke’ has been ongoing since 2017. The reactions from left-leaning white fans, though not surprising in the slightest, still felt disappointing. From Queer as Folk to It’s a Sin RTD’s helped shaped queer British representation for decades and those flowers are deserved. It’s no surprise to me why white queer fans feel attached to him for that reason. But he isn’t Black and he hasn't shaped the landscape for Black British TV and Film despite his work for queer representation. RTD didn’t pave the lane for Black British representation. Why it’s controversial to state that is beyond me. The Doctor Who fandom, despite being diverse in gender, sexuality, disability and neurodivergence, region and class is still a predominantly white fandom and from this, a clear hierarchy of representation is built. Crediting cishet writers for the work queer creatives have been doing would never slide. And it didn’t. There was heavy pushback on the idea of crediting Chibnall for queer representation over actual queer writers like RTD when it came to Thasmin and I support those POVs still. Series 11 launching with no women in the writer's room would’ve never been supported by feminist sides of the fandom. If the Thirteenth Doctor had cried and begged for Jack Roberston or any other misogynist, Jodie’s singlet would’ve been torn to oblivion. It didn’t matter Thirteen wasn’t a human woman or that she’d spent most of her life presenting as a man then, she had the agency to call out her misogynists. The idea of any queer character in this show begging for a queerphobe wouldn’t be considered let alone debated. But when it’s Black representation, suddenly there is room for error. Suddenly it’s ‘Well they’ll get a POC writer next season!’ and ‘Well what about the sensitivity readers!’ Suddenly, there isn’t ‘space for all’ after all. The fandom has consistently celebrated the advances in representation for people that are women and/or queer behind the screen but treats the inclusion of Black writers as a taboo. Representation matters until it’s Black. White marginalised fans can accept and excuse the flaws of this episode and RTD2 on our behalf because they don’t consider Blackness as something worth getting right, unlike their own marginalisations. It’s disappointing to be stood with when speaking out about the issues people that are women and/or queer face and how they’re handled in the show and fandom but essentially stand alone (with other Black and mixed fans) when it comes to Black issues. Similarly, this sentiment is present with non-Black fans of colour. The importance of Demons of the Punjab, Yasmin Khan or Bel for example wouldn’t affect me in the same way it would for a South Asian or East Asian fan. I’d never centre myself as the authority on those experiences because being a ‘POC’ doesn’t automatically give me those experiences too. So it’s confusing and frustrating when Black fans aren’t centred in conversations about Black representation, anti Black racism and our specific experiences. I’m not speaking through a POC/BIPOC/BAME POV. I’m speaking from a Black one.

Post BLM-2020, there’s been a greater push for Black stories but this isn’t out of love. The white creative industry essentially wants Black stories and representation without Black people. RTD boldly claimed TV is so diverse nowadays but what is he talking about? Seriously? Dark-skin representation especially of marginalised genders is still lacking and Black British shows are still getting cancelled. As already written, Dot and Bubble appeals to the bias white fans hold already. It’s easy to create a binary between the ‘good’ racism episode written by the well-meaning super radical white guy than the ‘bad’ racism episode co-written by a Black woman aka Rosa. This comforts white fans because it’s an excuse to ignore Black art. The ‘good’ racism episode written by a Black person doesn’t exist in this framework. It’s hilarious but also peak that after all those posts about the anti-racist genius of RTD that when I suggested 4 Black British shows all created by Black British writers, all dwtwt could say was ‘Who?’. It’s easier for RTD and the fandom to think representing racism in the future is a big brain move to counter racism as a thing of the past, whilst continuing to actively ignore the racism in Britain’s history they so boldly claim has already been addressed in the present. It’s comforting for dwtwt to imagine me as an unintelligent, illiterate, angry and aggressive Black woman on the hunt for poor RTD, whether it’s my old work, that thread or even this piece I’m writing now because they’d rather him be the authority on Black British stories… than Black British people. It’s easier to imagine only white people could hate Dot and Bubble, that its critics are just white SJWs, blue hair, pronouns and all yapping on behalf of the real POC™ who all fall in line and love it, than that a Black person could ever reject a white interpretation of a Black experience. It’s easier to claim the episode is a good representation of the Black experience and antiblack racism because it’s been cosigned and created by white voices, when I’m a whole Black person literally telling you it’s not (in my opinion), alongside other Black fans who’ve critiqued this episode. It’s easier to imagine that Black fans hold irrational grudges against RTD for superficial reasons than that he could ever just have flaws in the way he handles Blackness in his works and that he could come off his pedestal to walk the ground just like the rest of us. This is where we go beyond racism in the Doctor Who fandom to antiblackness. The idea that not only we’re lesser but that our thoughts and ideas don’t even exist because they’re not worthy of existence.

To have Black writers in the room wouldn’t just mean filling a quota. It would mean the ability for us to tell our own stories. It would mean being actively involved in the creation process from beginning, middle and end instead of idly watching by the sides of sensitivity reading. It would mean Black writers writing for a Black audience as opposed to a white one. It would mean for our work to be considered art. It would mean allowing Black art to fail outside the idea of ‘go woke go broke’ and be bad without Blackness as a factor for its badness. It would mean Black art being held next to that of white creatives and even, held higher. It would ultimately mean Black creatives having full creative autonomy over our messages, representations and stories, engaging in creation for ourselves. And that is something, deep down, white audiences don’t want to happen. And the Doctor Who fandom is no different. Who needs enemies with ‘allies’ like these?

<- Part 1 Part 3 ->

[itsabouttimex2]

Hey, OP! I'm just a random anon, but I read your new post and I'd like to tell you something:

You don't need to apologize for having your own opinions and interpretations on a character and being able to analyze and critique them. It's inevitable that someone will feel unsatisfied with your thoughts on a specific character, but then again, it's your own opinion on them, it's your blog and you shouldn't bend and break for someone else's insatisfaction. As much as it is alright for them to not agree with your views on the characters, it's just as alright for you to maintain them — opinions are subjective, and even more so in fictional stories.

If someone sees it as "ridiculous" and thinks you're "hating a character" just for talking about very valid points about such character's personality (because, let's be honest, Macaque is one of the most egregious cases of mischaracterization on the LMK fandom and, by itself, for someone to claim that you "hate him" just by critiquing him as a character and analyzing his faults is an example of the exaggerated idealization towards his character as a whole), then that is their problem alone and they should learn to accept that not everyone will hold the same opinions as them. Not everyone will find that a character's redemption arc was well made or that it felt genuine enough to be considered a redemption in the first place, and that's perfectly okay! To embrace the many views and interpretations a character can have only enriches them; it does not subtract from them.

Lastly, I'm sorry for any errors or misspellings here (English is not my first language) and you don't even have to reply to this ask, but I just want you to know that you shouldn't feel bad for having an opinion that differs from the most well-known on the fandom and whatnot. I, for one, really like reading about the Season Five Prep posts along with your usual writings (the way you write the LMK characters is very on point and very enjoyable and comforting to read), and I'm certain that your other followers do so too.

I really do appreciate everyone’s support here. It means the world to me. I was terrified that I was just being childish over nothing, or that I was massively overreacting and shouldn’t have cared at all. I mean, it’s not like they were saying slurs or making calls to harass me into changing my opinion.

But it still hurt.

I spent two entire days articulating my thoughts and feelings on every villain listed so that I could just share them with the community.

And to have someone admit to just… skimming all that hard work because they disagreed with one of my very first points, and call one of my biggest criticisms “ridiculous”? To say that I didn’t sympathize with the show’s time constraints? To say that I cared more about my own feelings than those of the writers?

It hurt.

If you disagree with me, I encourage you to explicitly say so on my “Prep” posts, which were hosted on both Tumblr and Reddit so I could get as many opinions on those pieces as possible. I’ve enjoyed seeing why people enjoy Macaque’s character arc. I’ve had lovely, civil debates. Some people think “helping out” is enough of a redemption.

That’s fine! You can feel that way! It’s totally valid! It is one-hundred percent valid to disagree with me!

But I also started that tier list with an entire paragraph dedicated to my feelings on redemption, and what I personally thought a character had to do to be “redeemed”.

My finishing paragraph was italicized and bolded in full, so that it was impossible to miss. That entire paragraph was dedicated to validating and acknowledging the contrasting opinions I knew people would have- because I know my opinions are not the end-all, be-all of the fandom.

And if someone (self-admittedly) skimmed all of that and took it as me “hating Macaque” or “being unsympathetic towards the show”? and has their rebloggers openly saying they’ve “always had a problem with that piece of content” or calling me “salty”?

I’m not going to blame myself.

Again- thank you all. ❤️

[thebeanyboi]

Part 2 of the lil story :)

(once again, not very accurate nor well proofread but I gave it a go)

We’d only been flying for twenty minutes but I’d somehow drifted off back to my past and going back there wasn’t the best thing for me right know because I knew the upcoming emotional pressure would take a lot to hold against.

I decided not to make the caller on the other end of the line wait any longer as I plucked up the headphones and adjusted the mouthpiece. A part of me was relieved when I heard Laswell’s voice for the second time that night, she was brilliant at having a no nonsense conversation and will only ask about personal matters if you bring it up.

“Y/N, can you hear me ok?” She asks, tone a bit more put together than earlier (thought it might just be the sound of the chopper drowning out the stress.)

She knew better than to use the proper comms system for me, because all the different words just didn’t make any sense to a civilian.

“I can hear you, loud and clear” I reply, sitting back a little more comfortable in the seat as I pull out my notepad and open a fresh page and take a pen from one of the many pockets.

“Ok, I’ve received more intel about his current situation and state. Are you happy to note?”

“All good to go” I reply, placing pen to paper as she starts talking.

After receiving a long and lengthy list, I manage to have the pain points I need:

received shot to head ( 9x18mm PM with velocity of 315 m/s)

Arm twisted (possible shoulder dislocation)

Other injuries such as various bruises

They’ve stuffed the bullet wound and his body is being covered in ice to freeze and hopefully preserve

Laswell hung up shortly after giving all the intel I needed to know, as well as some information on the state of my machine (which was being repaired after it had got purposely destroyed when taken back from the Russians)

When the comms system beeped silent and I’d pulled the headphones off, I found that my mind started to wonder once again thanks to the white noise humming chopper and whooshing air.

I knew that I had at least an hour and a half left, so I decided to take the time to pull out my old notes for my machine. The front page was blank, the same way I’d left it, but there were creases from where I’d stuffed it in my bag several times in the last but also a specific line where I’d been holding it so hard once we’d put my father in there. Each line was almost like a scar, with its own story of how it got there.

Actually opening the pages brought be back, the document was originally written on a document and printed out but eventually I’d filled it up so much with notes that I had to stick sticky notes all over the pages.

Most of the notes included information on how the machine was made and how to actually use it (every small adjustment was added in a scribbled pen mark), that was a main chunk of the document. The rest was notes from the levels and readings I took throughout the experiment as well as my father’s condition afterwards and his body’s reaction to the changes.

Like every good report, there was a conclusion at the end. Usually these are at least two if not more paragraphs of what you’d do differently next time and your findings and that’s exactly what I had. Most of the page was empty of notes or even small doodles I made while reading through but, right at the very bottom were some words I don’t remember writing, done in a black sharpie:

‘NEVER do this again.’

I knew I used to be sour about the whole thing (especially the days after my father regained consciousness) but I couldn’t remember it ever getting that bad. It makes me wonder if I wrote that while I was being held hostage in Russia, that was a hard time for me and it made me absolutely loathe my younger self for caring so much about brining my late mother back to life.

Instead of spending the rest of the ride dwelling on my personal view of the whole thing, I decided to start noting everything I’d need to do once we landed in Luxembourg, from getting the machine warmed up and working to assisting the medical procedures on Soap.

We’d been flying over land for a while and once I finally looked up from the paper now covered in writing from my millions of thoughts, I saw the beautiful land of Belgium (as we weren’t quite in Luxembourg yet.)

I spent the last twenty minutes of the ride just looking out the window and enjoying the serenity of the landscapes below.

In my mind, Luxembourg was a fairytale country with rolling hills and lots of bright green trees and it appears I was just right. The sun was just peaking over the horizon too, and it created a brilliant orange and blue ombré in the sky that looked very much like a fabulous painting.

I doubt the next few weeks or even months I’ll have much time for myself to explore so taking as much of it in now as I could seemed like a good choice.

After what felt like the longest and strangest two hours of my life, we began to descend.

It was quite obvious we were landing at a military base thanks to the tell-tail signs of various uniformed soldiers marching around and the green patrol tents set out in lines for storage and use.

Before the skid landing gear had touched the ground, a group of professional looking people had gathered just left to the landing pad and watched as we touched down with papers and clipboard in their hands.

I swiftly checked the seats around me one last time before unbuckling myself and sliding open the door to get off and approached the nearby waiters.

“Y/N?” One of them asked in a thick French accent, brow raised.

Once I nodded my head they quickly ushered me down several halls, briefly explaining where important things are like the the mess hall and where I could go to get a tea or coffee (not that I’d have any time). Once we got to the end of the corridor we went down some steps and into a dark and well locked basement looking area.

It wasn’t particularly dark and dingy but it certainly had that feel to it before they turned on the main lights. There was no natural light coming in from windows (obviously) but there were several doors with laminated signs on them.

The first on the left said “temporary medical room” which is where I assume treatment would happen before we could actually put him in. The next to the left had some words I didn’t understand but it looked like a room full of cabinets. The next one down (which had multiple locks and security features including a guard outside) wasn’t labelled but I had a good guess to what it was.

It took them a good few moments to open the door and as soon as I got a glimpse at my old machine my head spun a little.

Thankfully, the several people (who I’d gathered were some sort of SF officers and officials from the way others saluted and also the badges on their upper arms) had just received some intel on how far the chopper was with the 141 and that they’d be here in minutes.

I was left alone for the first time once they left a brief set of rules for me to glance over and I took the time to check down the machine before my “patient” came in.

[el-ly-sha-give-no-f]

hellooo could you make a picture on Hakim Ziyech that he is wife! reader have an age gap (she is 24 years old) except that it never shocked their family apart from the girl fans of hakim who are jealous so he tries to find n Doesn't matter if she has a pretext to give the reader a bad image of her

"Detest"

Hakim Ziyech x Wife!reader

WORDS : 1689

TW: nothing other than age gap relationship and fluff

Author note: Since many of you have been spaming my inbox for Hakim's fic, here I give you, Istg If you guys didn't read this, I'll hunt you guys one by one, and for anon, thank you for the ideas! I actually didn't read your request till the end so there's gonna be slight difference with your request, sorry ;(

You woke up earlier before Hakim; as usual, it's Saturday today, so that means hakim and you are free. Hakim has no training today, and you don't have any class, so you plan to make a simple breakfast for both of you.

You gently remove his hand from your waist, so you can get up from the bed without waking him up; he told you about how tired he was for this couple of days, so you let him rest for a little bit.

As you succeed in getting up from the bed, you tip-toed till you reach the door room, slowly to avoid making noise. Once you get out of the room, you start making your way to your house kitchen and start making breakfast. Just a simple omelette is enough. Due to Hakim's restricted diet, you can't do a lot with that,

After making the omelette, you go upstairs to your bedroom to check if he is still sleeping or already waking up from his sleep. Surprisingly, he is still sleeping like a baby. He really is tired, and he's not kidding about that. He is not even moving slightly; Hakim sleeps like when you left him earlier, so you go to him to wake him up.

"Hakim, wake up baby" you put your hand on his back as he is sleeping on his stomach, and his head turns sideways. You get close to his ear and start to whisper. "wake up, love; I made us breakfast."

To hakim, your voice is like a melody in his ears.

He started to stir from his sleep. He turns his head to your side and turn to lie on his back, You see him opening his eyes slowly due to the light coming into the room from the window.

"Morning wifey", you heard him, his morning voice always going to be your favourite thing; it's so attractive to you.

"Morning Hubby", you reply. "I make both of us omelette" You let him know. He nods and says thank you to you; Hakim asks you to wait for him because he wants to shower first before breakfast—typical Hakim.

While you wait for him to finish his shower, you sit on the living room couch downstairs and open your Instagram app on your phone.

You scroll through your feed until you find one headline posting enough to make your heart shattered. Picture of you and Hakim that you didn't quite remember when. But it's a picture of you holding his hand, walking around London.

"Hakim Ziyech married a 24 years old girl?" you read the headline title and continue to read the whole paragraph about both of you.

"The Chelsea footballer from Morocco is believed to be married to a girl that far different from his age. We also discovered her name and where she's studying.

Her name is Y/n Y/l/n, and she studies at Royal Holloway College in engineering courses. But that's not the actual point. We're going to talk about the age gap between the two of them, does Hakim's family okay with this? Do you think having an age gap in a relationship is okay? Let us know in the comment," You don't have to wait; the comment buttons on the screen make your hand itchy to tap it.

"Bro, what? You can do better Hakim."

"Hakim, what the heck is this? Can you see that she's not enough for you?"

"CUTE CUTE!! PARENTS!"

"They are both adults; they can think by themself; stop hating on innocent couple just because you guys are jealous!"

"There's nothing wrong with the age gap; at least they're happy and married, not like you; you guys that hate on him are disgusting af!"

"no thought, just weird."

"Hakim can pull every girl he want, but he choose the wrong one."

You don't even realise that your eyes start pooling with tears, but at least some of them are okay with this whole dilemma. You are so occupied reading the comment because it's so addictive to read.

You don't even realise Hakim is already downstairs, just finishing dressing himself up with a white t-shirt and sweatpants. How fast.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder, so you quickly turn off your phone before you turn around. Only to greet by Hakim face portrayed an unpleasant expression.

"Oh, hi you" you try to make everything look fine, but as soon as your tears come out, you know you have messed up.

"Don't. Hi me, why are you crying? What's a wrong sweetheart?" he asks you worriedly.

"Nothing Hakim I'm not crying, I'm yawning" you quickly wiped your tears. This time he proceeded to sit next to you.

"No, I'm not dumb, Y/n, you're crying, don't lie to me, tell me what's wrong?" he asks again, becoming more serious this time.

You just shook your head no; as soon as you wanted to leave the conversation, he grabbed your hand before you could leave the living room.

"Sit down; we talk about this", Hakim instruct. You try to get away from his grip and look at him again, but this time he gives you a stern look. "sit down". You do what he said, and you sit where you sat earlier. But your eyes are looking at the floor.

"Hey, look at me, angel, please" you ignore his call because you don't want him to see you in a state that you're currently trying so hard not to break down in front of him.

Until you feel Hakim hold your chin softly, so he can turn your sight and attention to him. "don't cry, I hate it when I see my wife cry", He tells you. Hakim brings you into hug. You can hear his soft heartbeat on your ears.

"shh, it's okay love, let it all out" you feel his hand rubbing your back smoothly. He waits until you calm down.

Once you stop crying, Hakim suddenly asks.

"can you give me your phone?" you look at him with confusion

"why?"

"just give it, baby, I want to know what makes my wife upset", he said

You no longer want to insist, so you just give him your phone. He takes your phone from your hand, and as you give him, Hakim opens the phone, and your lock screen pops up

A picture of him and you hugging each other while him kissing your crown, and you smile to the camera, you both took the pic when you both visit Dubai for you both Honeymoon

He inserts your password; of course, he knows your password; you're his wife, after all. After he inserts your phone password, the screen displays an Instagram comment section; you see him undo it to see what the posting is about. You saw him read for a while, open the comment section back, and scroll through it.

Unbelieve expression on his face, he turns his head to look at you.

"you know it's all not true, right?" you give him a silent reply and shrug.

"Y/n, please, don't let their words win; please, I'm begging you."

"But what they said is all correct," you said to him while your voice started to crack.

"okay show me, which one on the comment is correct? show me" he gives the phone back to you;

you cover your face with both hands and can't hold back your tears anymore. So you broke down once again.

"come here, Schatje" he opens his arm so you can hug him

"y/n, none of them is true; if only they knew how genuine you are, let's say the words are true; I don't think we will be married and living in the same house right now."

"Yes the age gap may be the problem, but not for us, for them, cause they don't know anything about our love life; it's not a problem for our family and friends. Did you see Ummi mad at me because Im married a beautiful young girl? no right? she even adore you and encourage me to keep you safe, what about your parents, do they mad at you for marrying a guy that older than you? no right?" he feels you nod on his chest so he continue

"There's no problem with us; the media are the ones who bring a problem. Please don't let them ruin our relationship; no please, I don't want that; you also don't want that to happen, right?"

You nod once again.

"Exactly baby, don't stress about it, just know that everything is alright, you're beautiful just the way you are; I don't care what people going to say about me, because I just know that I don't make any mistake in choosing, I fallen in love with a right person, she's a loyal and kind person, her love is unbeatable, her looks, well, her looks are a bonus thing for me, you're beautiful after all."

His words make you want to marry him for a second time.

You look up from his chest to look at him; then he turns his head to look down at you and give you a gentle smile.

"Do you mean all of it?" you ask him

"Of course my love"

"Thank you, Hakim, I'm sorry for being emotional this early in the morning", he wipes your tears with his soft hand.

"my pleasure and you have nothing to be sorry for; it's not your fault", He reassured and kissed you on your forehead.

"I'm hungry", you blurted out of nowhere; he laughed at what you just said and let you go of the hug.

"Okay, let's go; I want to eat my wife's food" He looks at you with a tease.

"It's just omelette Hakim," you tell him.

"But still!" He stands up, pulls you to him, and you both get ready for breakfast and start your day.

Indeed, the feeling unexplainable to become someone's wife, not to mention that your guy is a famous football player that playing with a big team. Very glad that you found Hakim; that's how you know Hakim is going to stick with you for the rest of your life.

Hziyech

Like by Achraf Hakimi, Ben Chilwell, Zakaria Aboukhlal, Jaoa Felix and 970,478 more

Hziyech: I've seen some posting and comments about my wife. I didn't happy with it at all. I just want to say that never in my life that I thought I made a wrong decision. I made a very right decision on marrying her, We don't care about the age gap or have no problem with it as long as we both love each other and our family and friends are pleased about our marriage, so I'm hoping you guys will give us some privacy. Thank you.

-Hakim Ziyech

COMMENT ON THIS POST HAS BEEN LIMITED

Zakaria Aboukhlal: Till Jannah

Ben Chilwell: beautiful marriage

Mason Mount: send my regards to y/n!

Achraf Hakimi: wishing you both the best!

Yourbff: May god ease everything

[nonny-nonny-anon]

[I'll be ooc for this in case some aren't familiar with my writing style.

TLDR; I'll be taking a break from Nonny for who knows how long because I'm not up to mentally and emotionally RP safely as Nonny right now. Or in general really. This isn't a call out post, don't go after anyone out of any self conceived notion of righteousness. I don't care if people shit on me though, just don't go after others.

What happened last night has honestly taken the rest of the wind out of my sails. I don't know if the mun the other anon actually did block this blog or not so I don't know if your side of fight was in character for you. Please know that my taking of a break isn't your fault, it's just something that's been building up for me irl side.

As a side note, as much as 'it's a public post' and 'anyone can interact with you' is real, please be aware that interacting is a two way street and the blame for any fights usually doesn't solely lie at any one person's feet. It's easy to forget, but the words one so easily puts onto the the internet does have real world effects. What really got to me though was the response that the other party had upon seeing Nonny's reaction. It was disheartening. Have I taken that out of proportion too? Maybe, but to me personally it's disparaging.

I'll admit that I did get heated during the three paragraph response, but that was still in character as Nonny does have a lot unresolved issues that, admittedly, come from a lot of my personal experiences. For that I'll apologize for because I should have separated my feelings from Nonny as a whole, but I won't apologize for keeping it going. By the time I got explaining my side of the things I'm pretty sure it was obvious that I, as Nonny, was already done with the fight and just wanted it over and done with. I, as mun, was already way past done by that point and was replying out of courtesy, but that doesn't really matter anyways.

Am I 'creating a situation' out of it again? Probably, but I'm also curating my own experience and I'll be doing that by taking a break. Call me sensitive, vindictive, a bitch, pathetic, or whatever else but I just wanted to get this out here and be known. Yesterday was just a bad day for me and that fight hit very close to home for me. Seeing that now, I want to take some time away from all of this since RPing is starting to weigh on me instead of being fun anymore.

I'll be taking a break because doing this whole RP with you all was fun. Was. After this whole thing with all of your guys' arcs and then that fight, as well as being a bad time of the year for my family, I won't be able to put the effort and care into this as much as I used to if I kept going. I know my limits and I can tell that I'm starting to get to the end of my rope so I've actually been looking for an excuse to cut down on a lot of stress while I still can and that whole thing gave me the perfect excuse to put Nonny away for awhile.

Anyways, I'll be taking a break from this blog. I don't know when I'll be back, could be inbetween tomorrow, days, months, or even never. Nonny will come back in blog form whenever I feel like I can safely do RP again mentally and emotionally. For anyone worried about my mental, don't. This just happens from time to time and like I said, yesterday was just a bad day for me and I shouldn't have been doing RP to begin with. My dms and ask box will still be open and answered.]

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 13

WARNINGS: British swearing

You're in Defense Against the Dark Arts. As usual, you are reading out of that terrible book that Professor Umbridge has assigned. You rest your chin in your hand. Your eyes lazily move down the paragraphs and soon you find yourself drifting off.

You jerk awake when something slaps the edge of your desk. You look up to see Umbridge smiling down at you.

"Sorry, Professor," you apologize. "Haven't been getting enough sleep."

She takes her hand off your desk. "What could possibly be keeping you from getting enough sleep?" she asks in her high, perky voice.

You don't know how to answer her question honestly without revealing that you've been sneaking out late every night to help Fred and George... Umbridge waits patiently by your desk for your response.

"Nightmares," you eventually reply. It's not entirely a lie.

"Ah," is all Umbridge says in response. Though she's still smiling, she appears to be disappointed that she couldn't get you to give away your secret, but, then again, how could she know? Maybe she assumes you are hiding something simply because you're good friends with the Weasley twins. They're always "up to no good", as every Hogwarts staff member would say. Professor Umbridge starts to walk away.

George leans over. "Nightmares about her, no doubt," he snickers.

Before you can reply, Umbridge stops half way to her desk. Did she hear George's comment?

"Detention, Mr. Weasley," she says without turning around.

"What?" Fred, who was also falling asleep, quickly sits up. Umbridge continues toward her desk.

"Not you," George growls. He sighs heavily in frustration.

"Aw, man. Sorry about that," you sympathize.

"It's not your fault."

"I'm still sorry it happened all the same. I wouldn't want to spend any time out of class with that woman," you whisper.

"I wouldn't want to spend any time with that woman, period," Fred says. "What'd you do, George?"

"Not anything that deserves detention!" he spits.

You don't like seeing George upset. You search for something to say to change the subject.

"Don't we have a Hogsmeade trip coming up at the end of the week?" you ask. You're glad to see George's expression soften.

"Yeah, that's right!" says Fred. "I can't wait. I've been needing a break from classes."

"I think we all need a break. And not just from classes if you catch my meaning."

"Ah, yes, yes. We have been working very hard. Especially you, y/n."

"You should come to Hogsmeade with Fred and I," George says. "Let us treat you."

You grin. "Alright... thanks." You don't know who else you'd go to Hogsmeade with, other than Hermione, but she's got her own thing with Harry and Ron that you don't want to invade.

"No, thank you!" Fred gives you a dashing smile. You feel your face grow warm. "We've never made as much progress in a whole year!"

You're surprised he feels this way. It seems to you that you've only barely made progress, but you don't say as much. You then wonder how the schooling part of the twins' lives would change if they put as much effort into their classwork as they did their Skiving Snack boxes. "You know... I've often thought that the two of you could be at the top of your classes if you really cared to be. You are both very smart and completely capable."

Fred gasps theatrically. "Bloody hell, did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred." George tips his head to the side and smiles crookedly. "The great y/n y/l/n just called us smart."

You laugh out loud, then quickly cover your mouth with your hands. You look over at Umbridge. Behind her desk, scribbling away with her pink feathered quill, the corner of her mouth twitches. You wait for her to call your name, but she remains focused on whatever she's writing.

"I think she has a thing for Slytherins," George whispers.

"Pfft. She definitely doesn't have a thing for me."

"She does dislike you more than other Slytherins, but you're still a Slytherin. I'm surprised I haven't gotten detention from her yet," says Fred.

"Yeah. Don't jinx yourself," George grumbles.

That evening during dinner, while George is in detention, you and Fred sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Where's Georgie at?" Ron asks through a mouthful of food.

"Detention," Fred answers. "By Umbridge."

Ron swallows thickly and shakes his head. "A terrible fate indeed." He makes eye contact with Harry who tucks his hands underneath the table.

Hermione clears her throat. "So, um, what do you think of her, y/n? Professor Umbridge I mean."

You shrug your shoulders. "Oh, I dunno. She's just another strict teacher. Reminds me of Snape... setting aside all of the smiling and pink clothing, of course."

"Has she inspected any of your classes yet?"

"Inspected?"

"Yeah," says Ron. "She's been going around with a clipboard. Checking up on the teachers and such."

"She's not just a teacher, you know," Hermione explains to you. "She's here representing the Ministry of Magic. Fudge thinks Dumbledore is no longer mentally sane, so he sent Umbridge to make sure Hogwarts is still adequate enough for students to attend... or something like that."

"She used the word 'safer' to describe her method of teaching," you say.

Ron rolls his eyes. "Right. Because the way Hogwarts does it is so dangerous!" he says sarcastically.

"I don't know about all of you, but I'm not learning anything from her," Harry adds. "At least, not anything useful."

"I've learned that I hate the color pink," Fred says. You laugh.

"This is serious," says Harry, unamused. You listen intently. You don't often get to hear from Harry because he's usually so quiet. "We need a real Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Even the imposter we had last year was better than Umbridge. Sure, he was planning to have me killed the entire time, but I still learned some things during his classes." Your mouth hangs slightly open in disbelief. You're taken back by how casually he can talk about last year's events. "How are we supposed to defend ourselves against Voldemort and his followers if we don't know how?"

There's a startlingly loud clashing that causes everyone but Harry to jump in their seats. You realize that you had absentmindedly let your fork slip out of your grasp and onto your plate.

"Sorry," you chuckle shakily, still unsettled by Harry speaking the Dark Lord's name. Fred watches you with concern.

"So how about that Hogsmeade trip this weekend?" Hermione blurts nervously. "I hear The Three Broomsticks has this new drink..."

Fred leans in closer to you. "You alright?" he whispers so only you can hear it past Hermione's rambling.

You nod and give him a weak smile. "I... just wasn't expecting that."

Fred smiles back apologetically. "Harry doesn't give a damn when it comes to being discreet about You-Know-Who."

"I can see that."

"Yeah..." Fred stares at his empty plate for a minute in thought. Then he looks up at you excitedly. "Hey, you wanna get out of here? I have something I want to show you."

You grin, the feeling of suspense already gathering inside of you. "Sure... but shouldn't we wait for George?"

Fred waves a hand of dismissal. "It'll be fast."

After a moment of hesitation, you agree. You say goodnight to the others, gathering your things. Once you're on your feet, Fred takes you by the hand.

[fluffytriceratops]

roleplay info. <3 [looking for more rp partners]

making a quick and temporary rp post until the other one i'm working on is ready.

bcuz i lost most of my rps due to quotev being a twat, i decided to start rping more on here. so i wanted to make a post so other rpers can reach out to me.

below will be my rules/requirments as well as a list of fandoms. please follow them all if you wish to rp with me. and if you're interested in rping, feel free to comment or message me.

ROLEPLAY RULES:

- descriptive/story/literate rp only. i'm not interested in rping script/text. 

- i only do double up rps. I’m not interested in just rping the canon character or original character for your rp. I don’t enjoy it and I want to actually be apart of it. rather than just play the love interest to your character.

- oc x oc or oc x cannon mainly. for my side. i usually only do oc x cannon esp if we're doing a fandom rp. obviously i would do oc x oc for an og rp. but if you'd rather do oc x oc, cannon x cannon for your side i'm fine with that. 

- it's very rare for me to do friendship based (platonic) rps, as i would like my side to be romantic. but if you want your side to be platonic, i can do that. 

- please try to copy my reply length to the best of your abilities. i need at least a paragraph or two. 

  - you play my love interest, i play yours.

  - i will not accept mary/gary sues. if i believe your oc is a mary/gary sue i will let you know. i do not mean to offend, i just find them annoying and wont enjoy the rp if your oc is like this.

  - with that being said, please don't make the whole rp about your character/oc.

  - no god modding. your oc/character cannot be the best at everything, give them flaws.

  - no adult x child. pedophilia. child porn. etc.

  - no love shapes. (threesomes, etc. i may or may not accept love triangles (just with crushing) depending on the characters and my mood).

- no incest.

  - no vore.

  - no bestiality.

  - no male pregnancies. 

  - no rape.

  - don't just play your oc and that's it. play more than one character. it's more fun this way.

- do not play my ocs.

  - do not spam me. message/spam me after a week of no reply.

  - be realistic. play the cannon characters properly. don't make them do something they wouldn't normally do. don't heal an injury right away. don't make someone pregnant right after having sex. etc.

  - use proper grammar and punctuation to the best of your abilities.

  - do not delete the rp without asking me first.

  - don't just stop replying, if you are done with the rp, let me know first.

  - don't time skip without asking me first.

  - don't make the whole entire rp sexual.

-my side will be bxg/fxm (girl x boy) but if you want your side to be something else (gxg, bxb, etc) than i am more than okay with doing that for you. as long as you're okay with doing bxg for me.

  - smut, cuss, and gore are all okay with me. but we can keep one or all of these out if you'd prefer. (i will not rp smut/nsfw with minors) 

-on that note, i will only rp with those of legal age. 18+.

- do not steal my forms or my characters.

  - do not write in the first person point of view. i will only accept third person pov.

  - if you have any ideas for the rp, let me know! don't be afraid to ask me anything.

  - don't hold your oc back, you know them better than i do. go nuts if that's how your character is.

that is all for now! thanks for reading through my rules, i know there are a lot, lol! :P to let me know that you have read my rules, please comment 'rat' or 'read' below! thank you!

FANDOMS:

[key] ✦✦✦✦ = very interested in. ✦✦✦✧ = still interested, just not as much. ✦✦✧✧ = don't really want to, but might if you convince me. 50/50. ✧✧✧✧ = not interested atm, very low chance i will say yes. updated frequently.

[animes] my hero academia - bnha/mha ✦✦✦✦ attack on titan ✦✦✧✧ ouran high school host club ✦✦✦✦ dragon pilot: hisone and masotan ✦✦✧✧ aico incarnation ✦✦✧✧ haikyuu ✦✦✦✦ demon slayer ✦✦✦✦ kiss him not me ✦✦✧✧ diabolik lovers ✦✦✧✧ kuro mukuro ✧✧✧✧ fairy tail ✦✦✦✧

[cartoon tv series] how to train your dragon - race to the edge ✦✦✦✧ she-ra and the princesses of power ✦✦✧✧ miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir ✦✦✦✧ avatar: the last airbender ✦✦✦✦ the legend of korra ✦✦✦✧ gravity falls ✦✦✦✦ star vs the forces of evil ✦✦✧✧ 3below tales of arcadia ✦✦✦✧ lego ninjago ✦✦✦✦ young justice ✦✦✦✧ voltron: legendary defender ✦✦✧✧ teen titans ✦✦✦✧ transformers prime ✦✦✦✦ transformers robots in disguise ✦✦✧✧ teenage mutant ninja turtles [2003, 2012,] ✦✦✦✦ ultimate spider man ✦✦✧✧ hazbin hotel ✦✦✦✦ helluva boss ✦✦✦✦

[live action tv series] greys anatomy ✦✦✦✧ gossip girl ✦✦✦✧ teen wolf ✧✧✧✧ the mandalorian ✦✦✧✧

the last of us ✦✦✦✧

outer banks ✦✦✦✧

shadowhunters mortal instruments ✦✦✦✧

game of thrones ✦✦✦✧

house of the dragon ✦✦✦✦

[movies] how to train your dragon ✦✦✦✧ spider-man into the spider verse ✦✦✦✦ transformers [bayverse, 1986 cartoon, bumblebee] ✦✦✦✧ teenage mutant ninja turtles [2007, 2014, 2016,] ✦✦✦✦ narnia [all] ✦✦✧✧ the maze runner ✦✦✧✧ the hunger games ✦✦✧✧ hellboy [the first two/older ones] ✦✦✧✧ the avengers [all] ✦✦✧✧ spiderman [all] ✦✦✦✧ xmen [all] ✦✦✧✧ suicide squad ✦✦✧✧ twilight ✦✦✦✧ star wars ✦✦✧✧ the lord of the rings ✦✦✦✦ the hobbit ✦✦✦✦ avatar & the way of water ✦✦✦✦ percy jackson ✦✦✧✧

warcraft ✦✦✦✧

pirates of the caribbean ✦✦✦✧

[video games] the last of us ✦✦✦✧ skyrim ✦✦✧✧ identity v ✦✦✧✧ mystic messenger ✦✦✧✧ genshin impact ✦✦✦✧ five nights at freddys (all) ✦✦✦✦

hogwarts legacy ✦✦✦✦ 

[books] a court of thorns and roses series ✦✦✧✧ [+ more]

if you wish to do a og rp with me, just let me know and we can go over the details. tho i will admit that i am mostly interested in fandom rps and it really depends on the storyline of the og and if i am in the mood for it.

PLATFORMS:

i am mostly interested in rping on here (tumblr) but there are a few other sites/apps/platforms that i am willing to rp on if you really don't want to rp on tumblr.

-wattpad

-instagram

-discord

-quotev (if it ever stops being a rat, as of now i cannot rp on that site)

-google docs (have never done this before but am open to trying it)

-i'm pretty open to trying new places, so if there's a site/platform not on here that you like, feel free to let me know about it and i may be willing to give it a go!

-and ofc tumblr

EXTRA IMPORTANT INFO:

when i say rping on tumblr i mean in messages. i will not rp on the feed or in the comments.

if you do not want to include certain nsfw topics, that is more than okay, smut is not a need for me. neither is gore, violence, etc. just let me know beforehand.

please tell me your triggers and rules before we start. if you have any.

also please tell me your pronouns before we start, if you're comfy with sharing. ^^

that is all for now. i may add to this later but i really don't know what else to write lol. 

if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to let me know. 

[amindlessmadman]

BILLDIP ROLEPLAY REQUEST

This whole new book of bill content and the gravity falls fandom coming back has brought me back to the old days where I would roleplay Billdip on Amino… Those were the days *Sighs while smoking a comically large cigar*

I mainly write semi-lit to only one or two paragraphs. Anything above semi-lit usually burns me out pretty quick. I adore short (one or two paragraphs) and rapid replies because it feels more comfortable.

For this ship, I strictly only play Dipper because he’s just like me and I’ve been writing as him for years now.

I’m open to any and all plots, have a few ideas myself. You want dark themes with blood and tears put into it? Oh absolutely. You want a sickingly sweet romance? Sure! You want angst that will make my heart ache for weeks? Will do!

I can roleplay here or discord, either is fine with me!

Either message me or interact (like, reblog, or comment) if you’re interested!

[andalasia]

hellos. dusting off my old sideblog to throw up this request bc that feels like a good idea. i've responded to a couple other searches, so i'm realistically not looking to take on too many more. little bit about me, i'm a 29 man, live in the central timezone [ i think technically it's cdt bc it's currently july... but don't quote me on that ], used to consider myself a reader reader but me and the books have been beefing these past few months so that isn't occurring as frequently. maybe because i've been giving rp more attention. i've been rping since at least 2009, but most of that has was on forums like proboards/invisionfree/jcink. i have only recently really been a discord rp girlie

really only looking for m/m plots at this time. mayhaps one day i will go back to doing hetero ships, but for the time being that's not really something that interests me. i don't have a robust collection of muses that i pull out of rotation, that's just never been how i rp... if you see a guy on my main blog [ blakegallo ] the odds are that i would use them as a face. because i cut my teeth on forums i do typically only use actors, musicians, and the occasional model as faces; i typically steer clear of people who social media people. it's really just a matter of personal preference. i am willing to consider a fandom based rp, but would prefer something that is more oc x oc.

as far as preferences go i do write in the third person past tense. i don't really have any interest in breaking the discord message character limit for replies. i would never do a one liner, but a nice well developed paragraph or two is usually good enough for me. i like there to be something to respond to and get a nice back and forth going. i've seen a lot in my decade plus in the rp community and i've definitely done responses that are what the girlies call novella length now and that's just not something i'm super invested in returning to at this time. i don't have any interest in rping in dms, i think that things are just more organized in a private server. i also prefer for new threads to be individual channels just because i find that easier to scroll back through than one general channel, but that's me. i am a tupperbox girlie... and so i do have a slight preference for using them. it's not a requirement by any means, i have more 1x1s that don't use them currently than do, but just throwing that out there. i also find that doing something mumu is just easier for me with the tupperbot, but we can make it work if you aren't for it.

as a sidenote, i also do really love text threads. in my time perusing the the tags i'm not sure if this common because so many of the requests i see are for the novella level girlies. but sometimes i might have time for some quick banter between our characters. i also find that characters texting leads to where a next thread should go. as a vibes girlie i just like letting the characters sort things out sometimes than us as muns going back and forth figuring out where the plot should take them next.

plotting for me tends to be more organic. i really don't like to get too far ahead of ourselves. to me it's like writing a romance novel, we know these characters are eventually going to get together, but the journey to that destination can be whatever we make for it. so the ups and downs and angst along the way is what makes it fun. obviously i'm all for tossing ideas back and forth about how we think we should handle something or where we should go next, but i don't really have any interest in outlining the whole journey and then just hitting the beats.

so please be 21+, 25+ honestly would be even better and like this if you're interested. i might read the occasional high fantasy book, but that's not a thing i am all that interested in. i might be up for something vaguely paranormal, but i'm really more a regular person writer. give me the lives and the rich and famous or mess happening in suburbia... i'll reach out from my main blog in tumblr dms and we can go from there if we think it could be a good fit.

[boltlightning]

Self-rec time! What are your favorite five fics that you've written and why? After replying to this ask, feel free pass on to five other writers to spread the love. 💗

(also sent by @aloveforjaneausten, thank you both <333)

goodness i always feel bad picking a Favorite™, but i feel like it's pretty obvious ahaha. in no particular order:

steadfast & dependable (potc, 6k) — my eternal babygirl. i think this one gets to the heart of what i really like about norrington and elizabeth's relationship...while also satisfying my qualms with the way this scenario (marrying after COTBP) tends to play out in fanon. it's even saucy for two paragraphs. unprecedented

windfall (potc + temeraire, 22k) — while technically a crossover, this fic TRULY exists because i think having a single good friend with his best interests at heart would fix james norrington. and the friend just happens to be a Fucking Dragon who is as big as a barn and would burn down the world for him. he's baby and i love him.

sun hits the water (potc, norribeth, 8k) — i usually try to spotlight my less popular fics since this one doesn't really need more help from me, but man. the character work can hold up to the everlasting scrutiny i have of my own writing and that is a rare gift

featherlight (assassin's creed 2, 5k) — i think a lot about grief in this series and how much of it can never be addressed with the tools the characters have. that's the core of this piece but it's unrelentingly hopeful. it's one of the last things i wrote for this fandom and a blatant love letter to the POV character. i love u ezio but i do not miss writing in renaissance italy

ashes, ashes (ff7, 2k) — a short and sweet little piece that took me 8 whole years to manifest. it was one of those fics where the image of it bounces around in your head for a long time, but you really struggle to capture it with words. well...i finally captured it! we did it!!!!

[inafieldofdaisies]

Last Line Paragraph Tag | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton

Dropping by with a little treat from John's AU where Oliver is grilling the shite out of Leslie. I couldn't bring myself to cut out any of his jokes, so you're getting an extended last line. ❤️

"Coffee run, boys. Anyone want something?", Oliver hollered, stiring up the rest of the detectives that were in at the early hour, "No? Byyyyeee." He sing-songed the rest as he threw on his jacket and Leslie did the same, rushing to leave before both could get wrapped up in actual orders. "Aye, you fuck, I wanted-", Ross' yell was cut off as McKenzie slammed the door to their division shut, whistling to himself on their way to the stairs. "Graham will retaliate, you know that, right?" "I promised Maxie I'd get him a coffee, there's only so much I can carry.", he explained while Leslie followed closely, "Plus, Ross has legs and cheated me out of my poker win last week. So… he can suck it." Parish chuckled, but it felt more forced than anything with his mind still racing with questions, "Weren't you also cheating?" "Beside the point." "Mhm.", he hummed as they hit the ground floor and made their way out the precinct. "You know, my jokes are only good if people are paying attention to them…", Oliver began while the two set on their usual route to a small bakery nearby. "I was listening, it just wasn't funny." The deadpan answer did little to convince him of the lie based on the snort he replied with, "Sure. Repeat it back to me, will ya? Then I can decide if it sounded funny or not."

"Fuck off.", Leslie remarked, pulling his coat closed against the sudden gust of wind that blew in. "That's what I thought.", McKenzie sent him a cocky smirk over his shoulder as they navigated the crowd moving down the street, "What did Rina do this time?" "Nothing." "And you've been looking like I kicked you in the nuts the whole morning over nothing. How long have we known each other to think this would work with me? Hell, I think even Vaughn would pick up on your lie, and he is as oblivious as they come." A groan left Leslie, but deep down he was thankful someone cared enough to notice the mood he was in and try to get him out of it, "I have no idea how we're still friends, you don't ever let up." "Why my ma said I'd make a great detective, and how right she was…" In ways Oliver truly was like a K9 that had caught a perp's scent, refusing to let go until getting an answer, on top of it all he was competitive as hell. The bakery's sign finally came into view, making him wonder if he could actually get away with not providing any details for once. Doubtful. "Well?", McKenzie asked again, swinging the door open and entering the shop first with Leslie close on his heels. "Coffee first." "Fine, but you try to dodge my questions, I'm locking you in the interrogation room until you start singing like a canary. I have all the time and patience in the world." "Buchanan will have your balls." He rolled his eyes as they took their place in line, "Think I care about what old Jerry will do?" Doubtful again.

Parish occupied his time by mindlessly watching the people seated at the tables in the back of the bakery, wishing his heart would skip a beat the same way it did for Sabrina when his gaze was met on accident by a woman sitting on her own. The little smile she gave him only darkened his mood as he forced his eyes back ahead and Oliver's hand landed on his back in silent support. "Jesus. It's bad." "I'm absolutely fine." "Sure, Sabrina. You're picking up all her sad habits.", Oliver grumbled, "Lying you're okay, going through life deep sighing over somebody you can't have for some stupid ass reason." He rattled out an order when their turn came and paid for everything, giving Leslie a much needed break from arguing over the ugly truth. "Just ask her out. You have to start somewhere.", his fellow detective insisted as they set on waiting to the side, "Who cares if she went on a date yesterday? Like, fuck, you sure won't be sending 100 roses to her and panic-calling her over a little bat paying you a friendly visit. You already have an advantage - you know what she likes and what she wants before she even figures it out." "60." "Huh?", McKenzie gave him a dumbfounded look. "60 roses is what Bruce sent." A snort left him at the choice of nickname, "Batman ain't cheap, I'd give him that. Though, I'd argue blowing your hotshot lawyer money on a bouquet is kinda idiotic." "Hotshot?" "Oh, yeah.", Oliver nodded at his raised eyebrow, "I looked him up myself, too. Fucker's a new partner in Atlanta. Has his name on the plaque and everything. I wanted to barf at his fancy photoshoot on their website, haven't seen anyone looking so sure of themselves while holding scales. Lady Justice is shakin'."

"Not making me feel any better about this." "I wasn't trying to.", a playful slap landed on his shoulder, "I'm trying to kick your ass into action. Get your girl. Getting laid will fix you both, I promise." "We've been over this." Thanfully, the woman out front waved Oliver over to pick up his bag, stopping the conversation they've had plenty of times before in its tracks. Or so Leslie thought until he was dragged back into it the moment they were back outside. "Spill, Parish and I don't mean my coffee.", McKenzie instructed him with narrowed eyes as they set towards the precinct and he passed him the takeaway to light up a cigarette, "You can even tell Rina you bought her the croissant. My treat." "We talked like we do every night yesterday…", the storm clouds above them certainly matched his mood, "and she let it slip that she's invited him over because his neighbors were annoying the shit out of him with loud sex." Oliver laughed way too loudly at that, startling a woman walking ahead of them and getting a dark look from her he met with a wink, "Batman wishes he was gettin' some." "I asked her to keep me posted, so I know she and Sav are safe." "Reasonable.", he agreed, "Considering they just met." Leslie sighed, "I expected a text, you know, 'We're all good, he left. Goodnight.' She called me instead… sounded completely off, mind you, I was close to jumping on my bike and driving there." "Don't tell me-" "No! Nothing of sorts."

"Good, because it would suck to get arrested for murdering one of Maxie's case victims." "After dancing around the subject, Rina announced that Bruce is stayin' over." "Uh-oh.", Oliver let out a whistle, "She actually went for it. Damn, I-" "In the guest bedroom.", Parish interjected before he could go on a tangent about Sabrina getting laid. He suspected he'd get an extra detailed version of possible events as punishment. The detective's eyes shone with a devilish gleam at the news, "Poor Batman. But… wait… why the fuck did she call you?" "She wanted me to convince her sleeping with him was a bad idea." The two came to a halt in front of their building, not exactly rushing to go back inside despite the subject. Oliver took a long drag from his cigarette, gaze running over his face before he exhaled some of the smoke and muttered, "And you did just that. Cockblocked him, six ways from Sunday." "No." The rest of the vapor left him at once, making him choke at the confession. "God-fucking-damn.", McKenzie croaked out between coughs as he hit his chest dramatically, "This ain't how I want to die. Especially before seeing you get laid for good." Leslie said nothing and tightened his grip on the bag in his hands, focusing his attention on the street, watching each passing car, instead of meeting what he knew would be his fellow detective's disapproving gaze. "You're an idiot, you know that?" "Thanks."

"It's accepted you look a person in the eye when they speak…", he gritted out, taking another pull of nicotine. "What do you want me to say?" "That you didn't actually encourage her to sleep with him and are now in this shit mood because of it? I'd start with that." "I told her the truth.", Leslie replied flatly, "You saw how she was after their lunch. I don't even want to ask how close they were at it…" "I didn't give them the chance to. For you." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, skipping over the part where he had mentioned protection, because Oliver wouldn't let him live that one down, "I reminded her it's rare she ever feels so strongly about anyone, that she shouldn't worry about the rules of dating or how soon it is." McKenzie dropped his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with way too much force before throwing it in the nearest trashcan, "You basically shoved her in his bed, gotcha. How the fuck aren't you day-drinking? I'd be spiking my coffee right now." "Rina didn't say she would. In fact she made it a point to say how he's probably already asleep." Just shut up, Parish. His reply received a humorless laugh, "Oh, definitely. You hearin' yourself?" "Sadly, yes." "Good, because currently I feel like walking into traffic to put myself out of this misery…", Oliver pointed ahead of him and clicked his tongue, "but knowing my luck, the closest I'd get is getting run over by a kid biking to school, scarring us both in the process." "Dramatic." McKenzie blinked slowly, "I'm dead serious. And your phone?"

"My phone?", Parish felt his pockets with his free hand, wondering if he had managed to swipe it with another 'magic trick'. Certainly wasn't uncommon for him to pickpocket for kicks, even their Chief, Buchanan. "Yes. Why were you staring at it like it held the solution to all of our cases, and then some?" He produced the device to Oliver, his screen still on Sabrina's open message that he had reread an embarassing amount of times and tried to convince himself it had nothing to do with her late night guest. "I will be in a little bit later today.", McKenzie read her text that wasn't anything unusual to receive from any of the other detectives in Missing Persons, for Sabrina though, it felt out of character, monumental. Both of them were aware of that. "Leslie 'God-how-much-I-wish-you-had-a-middle-name-right-now-so-I-can-scold-you-like-a-mother-would' Parish.", the first part flew past his lips in record speed, "You got this from her and are still thinking she hadn't followed your advice to grab the handsome egomaniac by his horns?" Leslie hoped his shrug was nonchalant enough, "There could be another explanation. Many, in fact." Based on the 'Are you kidding me' look he received, his partner in crime wasn't buying it, "You sweet summer child."

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[voxofthevoid]

Wait I— WHAT— 500k+ words for JJK? Alone? Oh my god. I’m one of your new readers, and I’m blown away by not only your word count but the wRITING LOGS?? How?? Do you keep track of your WIPs?? Do you write consistently, period?? Do you have any advice for someone who can barely squeak out a paragraph to describe a vision in their brain?? Please bless me with your skills, Vox-sensei 😭🙏

Welcome to my madness 🤣❤️

Okay, in all fairness, I'm usually not this unhinged productive. Last year, for instance, my total word count was only around 250k (iirc). I'm sure I wrote more than that from 2018 to 2020, but my logs from those are divided by fics/chapters or weekly.

... I've, uh, tried a lot of shit over the years.

Which is an important point! I've been posting to ao3 for nearly a decade now (not consistently, but I don't think I was away for more than a year or two), and I've been writing in some capacity for around 15–17 years now. There's been a lot of trial and error over the years, plus changing life circumstances leading to varying energy levels and writing time. The main factor is inspiration; if it's there, I'll write a lot, but if not, I'll be a potato.

So with all that in mind!

Logs

I do keep track of both my word count and my WIPs. I've got color-coded docs and spreadsheets even because I'm a fucking nerd. I've got pictures of it floating somewhere on this blog, but my fic folders tend to be nested, numbered little monstrosities.

WIPs

I call them WIPs sometimes because they're extensively detailed outlines mostly, but the more accurate term is ideas/plot bunniesdemons. I don't work on more than one story at a time. Typically, I start something and write it in narrative order until it's done. There are exceptions—my current fic was started in a post-236 frenzy, and I set aside the PWP I was working on for it. But usually, I only actively write one story at a time while everything else gets developed/outlined as inspiration strikes.

Consistency

You could say I write consistently, yeah! I don't do it every day because I take breaks whenever I finish a chapter (and of course, life throws curve balls sometimes), but typically, I write around 22–25 days a month. I set aside a few hours for it. Average daily word count also varies, but these days, it's 1.5–3k. When I'm really in the zone, it can reach 5–6k.

I'm a hobbyist writer with no aspirations of writing professionally, so my approach to the whole thing has been to wing it and see where it takes me. So I haven't really done anything with the concrete goal of improving. The best (and only) advice I have is very boring and cliche though: read and write.

Read widely if you can and narrow in on the kind of style and genre you like. Note down passages or turns of phrase that struck you and figure out why. You'll absorb a lot automatically, but I've heard people recommend emulating styles on purpose as a writing exercise.

Mainly though, the best and easiest way to improve is to keep writing. Technical rules can be learned pretty easily, especially with how many resources are available online now. Field/subject-specific reference materials are also abundant. But developing your own style and improving the flow of your prose are things that need practice. And it never really stops, especially because your writing will continuously evolve in more ways than one.

This got way longer than I intended. Oops? Thanks for asking though, anon. I did have fun replying!