#So that was THE process of me picking out stuff for this

[legalandnotease]

Tony Stans have a severe logical deficit.

Steve forced Clint to do nothing. All of the members of Team Cap aided him voluntarily, despite knowing what they were getting into.

There's absolutely zero evidence Clint had any opinion either way on the Accords- because he wasn't asked. He wasn't invited to Tony's little discussion: more like blackmaiing session.

Neither was Hank Pym- who was directly impacted by them. Neither was Strange, neither was Spidey. Or any other enhanced person.

Tony arbitrarily made the desision to hand over power of all enhanced people to Ross- ROSS of all people- without asking any of them. (And don't get me started how Tony fans pretend Ross is suddenly the good guy in CW after his whole history in the MCU being that of an antagonist at best...)

And those who said no? Well.. he was happy to let Ross lock them in Gauntanamo Bay for their trouble.

Further, and her's the real crux: Steve had already made up his mind to not sign before everything with Bucky. He was *already* prepared to retire before that point.

He was effectively acting as a private citizen after that point and picked other private citiizens who had not signed the Accords on his team specifically so they would not fall afoul of them.

He was never using public money or resources to help Bucky- but Tony was doing that to try and murder an American Citizen on foreign soil without any semblance of a trial or due process.

Look at the makeup of his Team: T'Challa. Literally a living breathng Accords breaker. Using his catsuit and enhanced powers to break stuff and try and kill a guy.

Spidey- a kid Tony blackmailed and manipuated into helping him

Vision: A synth created without any kind of official permission to stop Tony's genocidal murderbot.

Natasha: A former Red Room assassin (what was that you were complaining about assassins???) whose record SHIELD hid for years.

And two of them switch sides before the end of the movie.

Even Tony ignores the Accords as soon as they become inconvenient. When Ross is yelling at him be decides to go after Zemo himself without any offiical permission because he thinks if he gives Zemo to Ross he might get off his back.

Tony's actions and stance are selfish from start to finish. He's guilt-tripped into supporting them by the mom of the singular American legal adult who his murderbot killed.

He never even thinks about or mentioned the thousands of innocent Sokovians who died. Who he was happy to allow to die- he was the guy who immediately proposed blowing up Novi Grad as a solution. It was the others who had to evacuate as many civilians as they could.

And it was precisely because Tony didn't give a fuck that Zemo did what he did. His whole speech in Siberia is very much "remember thier names". Had Tony given a fuck about dead Sokovians Zemo's family would have been well-known (he was aristocracy there for goodness sake..) and something would have been done. Some aid or relief or something.

Tony then straight out admits he's only getting on board so Pepper will come back, and then as mentioned he ignores them as soon as humanly possible because he wants to be the one to get the sole credit of saving the day but apprehending the real villian (the one Steve had been telling him was the real villian for days...)

He even admits that he should be arresting himself over going to Siberia. Where is was neither wanted, invited, nor welcome.

Steve's stance is based on real principles: you cannot allow governments who have a history of weaponizing enhanced people to have control of enhanced people because they *will* do it again. Its not a matter of if but when. ...and when they do, inncents will die because they will use enhanced people as their private army. Just like Ross always wanted to do.

Bucky is just one example of what governments will do when they get hold of an enhanced person. Natasha is another. Hulk is another (he would have been Team Cap because of his history with Ross).

Tony fans were just too dense and too much in love with him to understand what the movie as telling them.

Tony Stark in CA:CW + the values of Captain America

[re-re-redline]

The Results Are In! (Again)

Welp, we’ll get ‘em next time…

But congratulations Plushie Gang for the victory!

I suppose that goes to show that between fluff and absolute misery, the good times will win out in the end! …But much like most singularities, it was won by the skin of the teeth so to speak.

I watched the poll tie about three times and I was like: “woah, my option needs to square up or it’ll be a tie after I subtract one from the count and I’ll have to consult The People™ for their random numbers.” Thankfully I didn’t have to do that as Plushie Gang had their sweep. So that DOES make my life easier.

Now. As for the other options… God AU (working on the name) Gang, we’re going to have to wait a while before I can bring this out from the slightly formed outline I had into reality. We fought hard, but it just wasn’t our season. Same thing with Doppelgänger Gang. Now, as for the Major Plot Twist Gang… I’m honestly considering canning the idea since the more I thought about it I was like: “Man… how am I going to cram all that into a smaller headcanon format?!” Yeah… I think that one may have to die in the document… I’ll think on it more.

Speaking of thinking… This is my second L in the polls I’ve run. I’m two for two in losses but this time I didn’t have to break the tie myself by subtracting one vote! Maybe I should recalibrate my taste…

Anywho, thank you all for not only voting but the higher voter turnout as well! We obtained 11 more people this time which was probably due to the fact that we have significantly more variety this time around.

But that’s all from me. Have a good day everyone, and I’ll hop right to it with the Plushie HCs.

See you then!

—Redline, over and out!

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[snickerdoodlles]

some thoughts on writing humor for anyone interested;

if you want to incorporate more humor into your writing, what you really want to practice is timing. writing humor is rarely about writing an individual funny line-- you don't remember the punchline because of the line itself, you remember the punchline because of everything else that came before it. a punchline without a proper build up or proper timing is just a non-sequitur.

so, when writing a humor fic, a good thing to remember is that the punchline comes last. you can't have your funniest line at the start of your story. think of it like action-- if your first fight is the boss fight, any fight of lower stakes or difficulty that follows is going to feel lackluster in comparison. you want your story and your jokes to build to the final line, or else you'll step on the joke and lose its impact.

and this does take practice! putting the joke at the end doesn't always feel 'natural' at first, learning how to structure and build a humor story is a skill the same as learning how to do it for any other genre. personally, i'd also say humor is something that really comes out in the editing stage more than the initial drafts-- humor is very reliant on timing and rhythm, and it's hard to find and stick to a story's pacing when you're still working on the overall story structure. i mean, this sort of thing tends to go for any sort of writing, but nothing makes humor fall flat faster than wonky pacing and so (for me at least) editing is the stage where the story goes from "oh, haha" to actually funny.

(i also bring this up because fandom has a lot of jokes about not editing a finished draft before posting-- and like, totally feel you, i'm not huge on editing after i reach the end of the draft. however, i have noticed in fic circles where people will get caught up on and sometimes even discouraged by trying to be funny in the fic larva stages when the framework to be funny just isn't there yet. personally, i highlight the humor lines i'm unsure about and move on. then, when the fic's closer to 90% done or so, it's much easier to skim the overall story and cut/format/refine/etc any jokes because they're already highlighted for easy finding.)

another thing to keep in mind is that humor as a writing device is often used to release tension. i would say this is a large part of why humor often falls very naturally into scene transitions; that natural release of tension is very useful as an 'end bracket' to a scene while also setting up the audience to be freshly wound up again. this feature is useful for stories aiming for a more light-hearted tone overall, but in general stories often incorporate humor as a way of controlling a story's pacing so that the tension doesn't get too tight too fast. even if a punchline isn't your end goal, you're still building up to something and it's really helpful to edit your humorous lines by asking "does this fit with my scene/story's pacing, or is it disruptive to my buildup?"

it doesn't really matter how funny an individual line might be on its own-- if its disruptive to the story's overall flow, the joke's effect is going to come off as strained and forced. because humor is really an exercise in structure and story rhythm, the most ineffective way to study humor is to fixate on the individual jokes you remember in your favorite stories-- instead look for the threads that came before the joke that made it memorable, and then practice doing that in your own writing. usually when humor falls flat in a story, it's because either the specific joke pops out of nowhere (missing the build-up) or the joke is in the wrong spot in the story (disruptive, breaks reader immersion). sometimes the fix is as easy as reshuffling a few lines, other times it's a matter of adding more to the build up, or even cutting it altogether so that something else packs a bigger punch.

tl;dr-- i'm repeating the old adage "in comedy, timing is everything." if you want to get better at writing or incorporating humor into your stories, it's honestly more important to practice when to drop a joke than the specific wording of the joke itself.

[supercimi]

This drabble is inspired by this art by @dharmaart

Old friend

The passing times and years has taught me, many lessons.

Some cruel, other kind, all the time, every time.

There was always a lesson to be taught, be it with people, places, plants and especially with animals.

Although, I wouldn't know what any of it looks like, but I learned to guess its shape. However much I could

My hands would cradle every inch. Sometimes, I would hug what I could, if simply to gauge its size.

This method proved great with people and animals, but. It was pretty useless with some plants and constructions

Flowers felt incredibly soft while trees felt incredibly harsh, but much like constructions, I couldn't make out their proper size nor shape

Also, I can't gauge how big a house is by hugging it! I'm no giant!

But, what made me the happiest, is how easy it was to picture you my friend.

Your long mane and stout back, your goofy face and lively ears.

Although we couldn't speak the same language, I got you, and I felt that you got me as well.

Learning how to care for you was pretty hard, but not harder than getting to know you.

All those puzzling brushes you needed were nothing compared to your mischief!

Whenever I would pat your back, you would simply move until I was patting your head!

And whenever I needed to pick your hoofs, you would keep pulling them back every five minutes!

My dad told me that since you learned you could pull it back from me mid grooming, there was no stopping you from that trick, and he was right!!

Still, despite all those challenges, I cared for you myself!

At first, I needed someone to guide me through it, but time after time, I slowly got the hang of it, even if I couldn't see a thing.

All my life, I lived in dimmed night, I couldn't grasp any shape no matter how the others describe it to me, even when I cradled or hugged or touched whatever they described, it was simply a vague fog to my mind,

The only thing i could picture, is you.

Maybe it was all those times i needed to brush your mane, or the many times i walked by your side on the grounds, or even the playful moments when you would roll on the ground and gently tug me to your side.

Somehow or someway.

I knew how you looked like,

I was never someone to dabble in creative stuff, especially drawing, but just for today, i decided to draw how i pictured you to be.

As hard as it proved to be, I also found out how easily you come to mind. It made the process a little easier on my clumsy hands.

Even if i never saw you, even if i can never touch you again,even if we can't play together again.

In this piece of parchment, your memories will always stay. And last but not least, thank you, old friend.

For staying with me all this time, for trotting around with me all this time, it's okay now, it's alright now.

I still can't fathom having a partner other than you, but... little by little, I'm moving on

In my heart, i still pray that someday, a maybe far away someday, or who knows maybe a very near someday?

I pray that we meet again

Maybe then, i will be able to actually see you. To play with you and hug you, to give you all the scratches that you so love.

For all eternity, but, until then.

Goodbye, old friend.

A study of a horse drawn with pencil on paper

[dutchslytherpuff]

I am 19 days late but I will spill some beans, since there’s no better way to learn how tumblr works than to actually interact with stuff haha.

Beans I’ll spill come from Signed, R.A.B., more specifically they come from Chapter 9: The Empty House, which is not yet published but hopefully will be soon-ish.

It's set during spring 1969. The boys are home alone, and Sirius knows just what to do with the adults gone and the house to themselves. Regulus is... not so sure:

‘What if they come home? What if they catch us breaking even more rules? We’re not even supposed to be out of our rooms!’

‘Well, if they come back, we’ll just run back to our rooms and pretend we’ve been there the whole time.’

Regulus bit his lip. It didn’t sound like a very good idea.

‘Oh, come on, Reggie! It’ll be fun! We could play duelling, or act out the Goblin Rebellions. Or—’ His face lit up. ‘We could get out the broomsticks!’

‘I’m not going outside again! Not after last time.’

‘We’ll fly in here. Oh, please, Regulus, just this once!’

Sirius was practically jumping up and down in anticipation of flying across the house. Regulus, however, still wasn’t convinced.

‘We’re not allowed to fly inside.’

‘They’ll never even know,’ said Sirius. ‘What are you so worried for?’

Regulus crossed his arms. ‘I won’t do it. It’s forbidden.’

‘Oh, come on! This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Besides, you need practice. You still wobble too much when you turn.’

‘I do not!’

‘You do – but we can fix that. If you come fly with me, that is.’

Regulus sighed. ‘I don’t know …’

‘Yeah, you do,’ Sirius said. ‘You know you want to have some fun!’

Regulus sighed. There was something thrilling about the idea.

‘All right,’ he said, for the second time that afternoon, and he really, really hoped he wouldn’t come to regret it.

He followed Sirius back up the stairs to the topmost landing and he got his own broom from his bedroom. They stood out near the stairs now, both straddling their brooms.

‘All right,’ Sirius said. ‘First one to do ten laps around the chandelier wins.’

Regulus eyed the ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling above. ‘But what are we playing for?’

He raised his fist as if celebrating a spectacular win. ‘For eternal glory!’

Regulus rolled his eyes. ‘That’s not a real prize.’

‘Fine. Winner gets to pick what we do next.’

That was better. However, he didn’t have time to say so, because Sirius kicked off the ground and rose up to the ceiling. He already began to circle the chandelier.

Regulus pushed off. He wobbled slightly at first, but the broom held steady, floating a few feet above the floor. He saw Sirius shoot past him, reaching out as if to touch one of the ornaments – but he pulled away just in time, laughing.

Regulus leaned forwards, gripping the broom tightly as he urged it higher. He had to win. If only so he could stop this nonsense. There was no knowing what Sirius would want to do next.

Sirius was faster, but Regulus was more precise, and he could easily fly between the dangling crystals without touching them.

‘Show-off!’ Sirius called.

Regulus grinned. ‘Jealous?’

Sirius veered sharply to the left, circling around Regulus before diving at the stairs. ‘Race you down!’

‘But we were going to race around the chandelier!’ he called back. ‘This isn’t fair; you’re already ahead!’

Sirius only laughed, pushing his broom faster.

Regulus chased after him, determined not to lose. He angled his broom lower, matching Sirius’ speed as they sped down another flight—

BANG.

Regulus barely had time to process what had happened. One second, he was flying. The next, Sirius had collided with the staircase, and he and his broomstick tumbled down the rest of the steps.

Regulus followed quickly, tossed his broom away when he reached the floor below, and rushed to his brother’s side. ‘Sirius!’ he called, kneeling beside him. ‘Are you—’

Sirius sat up, grinning. ‘I win.’

And I suppose this is where I tag people in return. @interstellar-jay you’re up (if you want to) (and anyone else who sees this I guess) (not sure how this works but oh well).

New Year, New Snippet

Thanks to @magicbeings for tagging me! A little snippet from an upcoming chapter of eruwod, featuring stupid boy humour and Snape as their rightful friend.

“I passed!”

Evan tossed the Prophet aside and immediately rose as Barty ran straight into his arms.

“You passed! That’s amazing and entirely unsurprising!” Evan replied, catching the incoming whirlwind that was Barty and spinning him into a kiss that quickly turned steamy enough for Snape to groan.

“Must you shove your happiness in my face? You’re awfully inconsiderate,” Snape said, rash back on his face.

Evan gave him the middle finger. “You could be a bit more considerate to my eyes as well and do something about that face of yours.”

“Aw, Rosier my love,” Barty pouted. “Don’t be a meany to Snape. It’s not his fault his mum is blind and shagged a trout.”

“Trout is new, I thought it was a bat?” Evan said.

“Was thinking of the eyes,” Barty explained, and they looked Snape up and down.

“Yes, brilliant. Suck on these,” Snape replied, throwing up both his middle fingers.

“Is what your dad said to your mum when he flashed her his fins,” Barty cackled.

Tagging @this-small-boat, @torturedpadfootdepartment, @claudthecat, @arcticmist0324 to force them to share a snippet!

[rotisseries]

inspired by elli's poll lol cause this seems fun actually but if you guys have bad answers I'll kill myself on your doorstep or smth

[ghostbustermelanieking]

my eleventh year (2012) was a wild one, reading wise. by my estimations, that year (for the first time) i read percy jackson, diary of a wimpy kid, the hunger games, twilight, divergent, the uglies series, beautiful creatures, the mortal instruments, thirteen reasons why, and i'm pretty sure i read h*rry p*tter that summer. of course, i've since realized i have a tendency to soooorta skim when i read things for the first time, especially when i was younger, so who knows how much of that i actually absorbed, but like -- what in the pop culture catastrophe assfghjkllghjkllll

[punkcherries]

everyone whittled me down and i watched arcane. it was alright

[anenomie]

I can promise you that the last thing any artist you’re impressed with would like to hear about is the stick figures you can barely draw

[astramachina]

*holds up a finger* boy do i wish that was me tho ngl

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Traintober Day 14&15:Young Iron(s)/Maintenance

Have a young Furness Redward doing a Submas Pose, it’s fitting for him with me trying to find era accurate classy punk-fessional fashion jkjk ♥️❤️

Ivo Hugh is mute so during maintenance if he can’t use his whistle, some of the workers and his driver Kara Cupper would use BSL as Ivo would reply via Morse Code blinking to communicate with one another.

[jinhyun]

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[pepprs]

mutuals i got myself into a situation so sticky i don’t even know how to describe it (edit: *describes it* lol). please send thoughts of successful escape my way lol

[a-very-fond-farewell]

ok i finally figured out how to get some free time for my hobbies hear me out:

my circadian rhythm is fucked already, right? might as well sleep 5 hours a day while I’m at it. the plan is to do 2 hobbies at the same time, maximize your true productive potential and all that.

can’t do that for drama watching bc 1) I need to take notes, 2) I need to read subs, and 3) I don’t really do crochet (yet) so there’s not much I can do while watching people making very plot-heavy decisions on screen.

I CAN however watch movies and do other things at the same time, like drawing, or crafting. I mean I can do it with new movies but paying attention to the plot while felting is NOT recommended. but I can do cardio with new movies (bad for sleeping afterwards but u know me P: I’m a menace)

now. reading AND working on another project at the same time will be tricky, but I trust my sense of proportion (said the one planning to sleep less just to be free to have fun). I do have some of the books I planned to read on an audiobook recorder, so maybe I can do my exercises while listening to my books. but others are research books for my fics and for those I cannot exactly embroider with my feet while taking notes although.................. no sir, I can’t do that.

finally. since I cannot bake at night bc other people live with me, but I can use the bathroom without anyone really minding, I think I can either watch yt videos or listen to music while washing myself. which, I do be known, it’s not as groundbreaking as it should be, but for someone who 1) forgets baths are sometimes available in bathrooms to use, and 2) dissociates in a shower, remembering to do multiple things at once is a bit of a big deal.

I wish I could go on walks at night but (ah!) being afab I will not try that one, no sir. I used to have an app called Zombie Run and it was fun! much more fun than the idea of walking alone at night in a small village where anything can happen for sure.

ah. also. I would have to plan a schedule for all of this bc I also need to write my fics. which means that I’ll make time for all of these things based on whether my activities during the day have thoroughly beaten me up or not. I also have planned a huge live-reaction to write for a fic I just recently found and that does take time to navigate in a sensible way.

let’s start the new year full of hopes and dreams :D and let’s see how badly I fuck up along the line, shall we?

[tvrningout-a]

yells!! i'm gonna update my resume and put in some applications but i don't wanna!!