#THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I EVER POST SOMETHING I WROTE SO ITS VERY EMBARASSING

[zanymonki]

Glitterstar (OC X Canon) One Shot

Starbeam x Guy Diamond

The party was, as always, a success. Trolls dancing, jumping and singing all around, drinks and snacks at every corner, glitter and hair thrown in the air following the beat. Starbeam was drinking from a half empty cup, ready to jump into the dance circle, while talking to his twin Astro and some of the other Snack Pack members. Guy Diamond on the other hand was way too weird that night, he didn’t wiggle his ass in the air like he always did and let the other glitter trolls do the discoball instead. When he approached his friends, Star was already putting down the glass. Their eyes met and they smiled brightly.

“Where were you?! We have to go back to the dance floor!” Star shouted on top of the noise all around them. Guy looked awkwardly at their friends, cleared his throat and got closer to him.

“I need you to come with me for a moment” he said looking directly into his eyes.

“Oh okay! Let’s go” Star waved at the others and followed Guy.

They all looked at them walking away from the chaos, then looked at each other without saying a word, they all knew what was happening after a long wait. They giggled and squealed anticipating when the couple would’ve been back with good news.

“What do you need?” Star asked thinking there was something wrong, he was used to help Guy with some entrance stuff, advices or party dances, like best friends do, like he usually did with their other best friends as well.

“I just wanted to take you up here” Guy led the way to one of the hills from where trolls used to do stargazing. And just like every other night, the stars were beautiful and the moon was shining. Star looked up and then at Guy, noticing how the moonlight was making him shine in such a pretty and ethereal way. He always had this kind of thoughts but tried to shake them away.

“Why? Wanna talk about something?” again, Star thought Guy just needed some help.

“Actually, yeah..” a soft beat started playing and he got closer to the troll in front of him. Both of them blushed.

“It might not be the right time and I might not be the right one but… there’s something about us I need to say” Guy took Star’s hands in his, they could hear their heartbeat going faster and faster, the orange troll was starting to understand what was going on.

“There’s some kind of secret I will share with you” the glitter troll squeezed softly his hands “I need you more than anything in my life. I want you more than anything in my life. I love you more than anyone in my life”

Star’s heart seemed to jump off his chest, his legs almost failing, he opened his mouth and said shaking “This is the right time and you are the right one! I love you more than anyone else!”

Their nervous laughs came out in unison and they finally got close enough to kiss. With their eyes closed, they felt this first kiss like an explosion. Their shaky hands wrapped around each other, caressing the hair and the cheeks. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity yet so short at the same time, they opened their eyes and looked at each other smiling, not wanting to let go of that hug.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this” Star whispered with the thumb on Guy’s cheeks.

“Me too, I was just scared to ruin our friendship” Guy was caressing Star’s freckles with his soft hands.

The gentle song continued in the background as they sat down on the grass, still hugging and cuddling.

“I was scared as well, we have always been so close but I can’t really tell when I started growing stronger feelings you know” Star chuckled “I guess we are so close and affectionate with our friends and family it’s hard to tell when it’s friendship or something else”.

“I think so” Guy smiled.

“You don’t understand how happy am I right now, it feels like a dream” he then placed Guy’s hand on his chest to make him feel that crazy heartbeat. The other chuckled and made Star feel his one as well.

“I don’t wanna wake up” Star looked at his lover with wet eyes, in which the night sky could be seen wider now.

“It’s real and I’m here. You’re gonna wake up tomorrow and I’ll be with you”

They hugged like never before, until they had no air and had to let go to breathe again. That night the stars witnessed two souls embracing in a new way, finally letting go of fears in sight of a new beginning.

After a couple of hours they returned to the party hand in hand, smiling and giggling, cheeks glowing red. Poppy immediately spotted the couple walking towards them and called the rest of the snack pack to gather around.

“What happened?” she asked kicking her feet. They all stared at the two trolls with eyes wide open.

Guy and Star looked at each other, then back at the others and chuckled.

“You know” Star said to Poppy, raising his hand holding Guy’s. It’s not like they never held hands but this time had a completely different meaning and there was no explanation needed.

Poppy squealed as the whole squad hugged them.

“I told you at least one of them couldn’t resist this long” Chenille looked at Satin as if they had bet on it.

“I was the one who couldn’t resist!!” Poppy shouted “I was this close to organize a surprise date for them but Smidge held me back!”

“I guess it was a long wait for everyone” Star chuckled putting an arm around Guy’s waist.

“I can’t believe you two took this long” Astro sighed.

It has always been clear to all the village that they had the perfect chemistry but they were so oblivious and too scared to even notice.

“Okay guys time to give us some space to dance it off okay?” Guy smiled and took Star to the dance floor where all the other trolls were jumping all around.

They were so used to dance together but again, this time felt like their first time ever. Like they were dancing with a whole new troll that they just met.

‘I wanna dance with somebody’ started playing, they loved this song. As they pulled an amazing couple choreo and sang the lyrics to each other, they both decided internally that this was gonna be their song from now on. A kiss for the grand finale sealed the great moment they were having. The trolls around them gasped at that long awaited scene while the couple completely canceled the background noise and focused on their own touch and eyes.

After enjoying the party with their friends they decided to go home finally exhausted. Guy offered Star to come over to his house, so they could cuddle until they fell asleep and so it went. Nothing ever felt better than that night before. Drifting into beautiful dreams with a smile, the two of them knew that their new reality was just starting now.

[dapper-lil-arts]

look i'm a mlm but the way you draw rarijack makes me giggle and kick my feet in the air like a school girl. thank you for my life i need these women WED!!!

THATS WHAT IM SAYIIIIING these two are the hydrogen bomb of shipping the opposites attract + incredible chemistry goes hard as hell, and i love my designs of them on the anthro side, its some of my best work; and if you saw the other sketches i have of them on the backlog and my other ideas you'd explode lmao (i know i have) Applejacks GOTTA be shaped like a truck and Rarity has gotta be gorgeous and hold that girl. you couldn't pry them from eachother with a crowbar imma put some of the ideas i have + WIPS for rarijack stuff under the cut cause it might be a bit much lmao. Some of it is adorable, some of it might be too horny

Like. y'know that scene on indiana jones 1 where Indy and marion kiss for the first time after he just points the booboos and she kisses them? that but with AJ and rarity would be incredible lmao. i might not even do the anthros tho, just the pony versions would be cute. (also unlike marion rarity would flip if she was slept on lmao) I had this funny idea where Rarity invites AJ to a party but forgets to tell her its a party so applejack shows up with a sexy mechanic routine that they clearly have done before and embarasses herself and rarity when twilight opens the door and is like "um i need help reacting to something" I had this idea of D&D classes with an barbarian AJ and princess rarity where the group needs to escort the princess and well. This super pompous royal woman is getting a bit too into her big sweaty barbarian bodyguard lol. (and for the record twilight=wizard, Sunset=dark palladin, Rainbow=rogue, Fluttershy=druid, Pinkie=Bard) I literaly have a sketch with anthros of rarity in lingerie holding Applejack, who is kneeling, on a leash. i did a very very homoerotic sketch of vampire queen rarity and Applejack holding a stake to her. and shes letting. pinned on the floor. it's already on patreon (and what the horniest thing ive ever conceived is rarity licking AJs wounds while not being allowed bite her. damn.) Also absolutely will make a small comic of this part of the fanfic i wrote (havent posted yet tho im drawing chapter covers)

generaly just drawing cute pony stuff would be fun to do. This ship is unmatched in potential and i love them to bits lmao

[writingsfromhome]

Lookalike

Request: Can you do another cone song? Maybe lookalike or maniac? [Can you do it like harry dates a lookalike of you?]

A/N: I know this is way later than I said, I honestly wrote four version of this and deleted them before settling on this one and it’s still not the best. I’m just posting it so I can move on to my other ideas. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Soz it ends kinda on a cliffhanger, I didn’t want to make it super long. It already feels really long.

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It was a humid summer evening, not the kind of evening you wanted to step out in. But here I was, in line with my best friend Jules who’d somehow gotten word of this pop-up club that was recently getting more popular with social media. The location would be dropped in code somewhere online for a limited time and then the rest was just word of mouth. Jules worked as a makeup artist so she usually knew what the “in crowd” was doing. This time, she knew where the club was going to be.

Myself, I was just a recent masters-graduate with low job prospects and big time loans. Always tired, single, and at the moment, very, very sweaty. The humidity was really damaging the effort I’d put in for this night out.

“Do you think we’ll spot Ed Sheeran?” Jules asks, her one true desire. “Then I can finally tell him how much he means to me.”

“Don’t know if this is Ed’s scene,” I tease her. “He seems more like a laid-back pub sort of guy.”

“You’re so right,” she still peers around us. “You hoping to see any celebs here? This one’s the biggest so far I’ve heard.”

His face pops into my head but I slam my guard down. “I’ll be lucky just to find a cute guy.”

“Two of you?” The bouncer asks Jules as we make our way to the front-she looked twelve, and we finally head inside. We’d stepped into a storybook.

Vines and tiny lights covered the ceiling and floors, rays of green and pink lights flash around us and the ground was littered with flower petals.

“Oh my god the seats are trees,” Jules whispers in my ear. This was insane.

“They probably have themed drinks,” I grab Jules’ hand and pull her to where I see the bar. We loved a good themed drink.

“This is amazing,” Jules shouts. “I think I just saw Adele!”

On a second look, we decide it was Adele’s doppleganger but we’re soon preoccupied by drinks. I order a Cosmic Boom and take another look around the open space. It was getting pretty full, people dancing but a lot of people hanging about talking.

Jules and I take our drinks to the dancefloor and enjoy ourselves. This was new all over-enjoying myself. I’d spent the last five months working hard at school, job searching, and then a bit of travel. But I was so busy convincing myself that if I worked hard enough I’d forget about the awful year I’d had. Would forget about Harry and the way he left me.

Nobody would believe it, but Harry Styles was my boyfriend for a solid year. We’d met when I was visiting Jules on set of some talk show. He’d been there, after his interview, and mistakened me for backstage crew. He asked me to show him where his room was. He’d been so embarassed when I told him I didn’t work there, but I volunteered to help him find it anyway. I was just killing time ‘til Jules was done.

We had gotten lost and ended up in this storage space where it was clear stage props were stored. We’d found half a car-cut clear through the middle and ended up sitting inside and talking. It was weird, just an hour before that, Harry Styles was this iconic and unattainable person who lived in the fantasy part of my brain. Sitting in the semi-dark with him, in a half-car, and being only a foot away, he was just another person. A regular bloke who was gorgeous, talking to me about his recent mother’s day disaster while I laughed and told him about something similar that had happened when I was a child.

It was quite silly to think we were going to leave that room the same way we walked into it.

He’d leaned in once quiet had settled down around us, both of us just watching the other, afraid that speaking would ruin the moment. His finger had ghosted my face, hesitating, asking me without really asking me. I’d leaned in the rest of the way to tell him it was okay. That’s when I knew I was a goner.

He was gentle with me, but also entirely self assured, leading the way. I couldn’t keep track of his lips or his hands but every part of my body was alive and I lived entirely in the moment for him.

He’d called me later that night asking if I wanted to have dinner at his place. We knew we had something good going. So we kept at it.

Until five months ago.

“Y/N?” Jules says in my ear. I snap out of my memories and look to where she’s pointing. And then back to her ecstatic face. There, sitting near the DJ was actually Ed Sheeran.

“Jules,” I say, lost for words. We had to do this now. We had to approach him, now or never.

“I can’t,” she says close to me. “I’m going to vom right now.”

“Come on!” I grab her and try to move her stiff body one step at a time until we’re only a couple feet away. That’s when the group he’s talking to shifts and I see Harry. Harry with a girl on his arm. My Harry.

“What’s wrong?” Jules halts as my own body goes rigid. “Don’t tell me you’ve got nerves now...oh hey isn’t that Harry?”

“Yeah...” my mouth was dry and I couldn’t believe it. He was here, I really didn’t think I’d see him ever again.

“I need to talk to you,” Harry says as I pour my morning coffee. It was the first week of my final semester so I was actually in a good mood, optimistic before all the deadlines hit. I never saw it coming.

“What’s up?” i was so innocent, drinking my coffee with no idea what else was brewing.

He takes the coffee cup from my hands and puts it down, gathering my hands in his. I notice his hands are slightly clammy, that was the first red flag.

“What’s wrong?” I ask again, the anxiety spiking up.

“No-nothing. I was just thinking about how I have to on tour for the next year. You’ve still got school to finish and a great big career ahead of you. I feel like I’m just going to hold you back and I-“

“That’s silly,” I interrupt. “You’d never...”

“I might. I’ll have tour and you’ll have school-“

“Hold on. Are you just trying to say...is it you who’ll hold me back or me who’s going to hold you back?” I asked, confused. How would Harry ever hold me back? I offered to go on legs of his tour with him when I could. I could do my work on the road. Nobody was going to hold anybody back

Harry opens his mouth to explain but I don’t let him get a word in. How dare he try to twist the situation. He should just say what he felt!

“Is that really it? I’m just a regular girl-next-door who’s run out of her luck with the famous superstar? She could never understand your fame, you could never want her in the public’s eye? Is that it? You’re too good for me? You can’t even think about going public with our rel-“

“Trust me you don’t want tha-“

“Don’t tell me what I want!” The coffee had curdled in my stomach and I felt like dry-heaving but I hold it together. I was so in love with this man, to think about living without him was painful beyond comprehension. But all he saw me as was deadweight. The realisation is crushing. “Just leave Harry. Just bloody leave then, I don’t want to see you! After all we had together I’m just deadweight to you? I’m going to hold you back? And yoy can’t eve be a man and say what you really want!”

He’d ruffled his hair, given some explanation, tried to tell me he loved me but I was somewhere else. My life felt like it was falling apart, and I had a lab to teach in a few hours. He was so bloody selfish. I decided I hated him.

“-show him who cares. Go right up and pretend you don’t even know who he is...” I wasn’t sure how long Jules was talking but she was right. I didn’t care about him. This was my night out.

Jules walks ahead and uses her charm to wriggle her way into the small conversation, inserting me right beside her. She knew the business, taking her time to talk to Ed Sheeran so as not to overwhelm him. In the meantime, my eyes catch Harry’s, and it’s like a movie line. Time slows down, I hear the breath I take and see the surprise register on his face. But I let my eyes skim past his, he meant nothing to me. Instead, they land on his girlfriend and that’s where I fight to hide the surprise.

There’s these photos I see online sometimes, you take a picture and draw it in your own style. His new girlfriend was kind of like that. She looked just like me, except slightly off. More like how I looked last year. Since then, I’d grown out my hair and let its natural colour grow in. But I nudge Jules and use my hair as a curtain, trying to tell her to look. She speaks my language so she sees right away and her eyes widen. She mouths oh my god.

I watch from the corner of my eye while pretending to be engaged by Jules introducing what she does to Ed Sheeran. Harry says something to his girl and she laughs. Jesus, even her smile was reminiscent of mine. I try not to stare, using my drink as a distraction but some small part of me-most of me is upset-but a small part of me feels like I’d won. Harry had told me I wasn’t good enough for him, and then gone out to find someone who looked just like me. That gives me the confidence I need to finally look him in the eye. It’s like he was tracking my moves because he looks at me too. He smiles and I just raise my eyebrows.

“Y/N,” he says in that deep silky voice of his. It carries across despite the noise. My heart squeezes.

“Harry,” I say. I let my eyes slide to his girlfriend and she raises a hand.

“Hi, I’m Katy.”

“Hi,” I smile, she’d done nothing wrong except look like me I guess. She looks up at Harry, waiting for him to introduce us. Ugh.

“And this is Y/N, she’s my best friend but she always says she never understands my absolute obsession with your music.” Jules from the right of me catches my attention. She was introducing me to Ed Sheeran-and exposing me.

“Okay. Ouch.” I give her a look which makes her laugh and shake Ed’s hand. Oh my god. “I’m definitely a fan, just not as big as Jules.”

“She’s more of an indie rock girl,” Harry’s deep voice comes from behind me and I’m surprised to find him standing right behind me.

Jules raises her eyebrow at him, glances at me while Harry and Ed talk before interjecting and resuming her conversation.

“I’d say I’m more of a pop girl.” I turn to Harry. I look for his girlfriend but she’d disappeared.

“But that’s not your guilty pleasure,” Harry says and I avoid the tingle in my stomach as he says it. “And Kat’s gone off with her friend, they saw Adele they want to get a picture.” I don’t bother to say it wasn’t Adele. “How’s it going with you?”

He has to lean in close to be heard and I find myself drawing closer to his orbit. I had to be careful here. I remind myself that I hated him.

“Same old,” I say. “I’ve graduated, now looking for full time work. Travelled a bit too.”

“You finally see those tourist traps you wanted to?”

I forgot how intimately Harry knew me, I wanted to forget how much history we shared. But it’s so painfully obvious now that that would be impossible. Even holding onto my hate was proving slippery.

“The Great Pyramids were better than the Eiffel Tower,” I reference an old conversation we’d had. “So I was right.”

This makes Harry laugh and the club narrows down to just us as he steps to the side with me to a quieter area.

We stand in silence for a moment, just watching each other, memorizing the details about each that time had blurred. Like the laugh lines around his eyes, or the depth to his eyes. It feels like he’s cheating with me, with how fiery and focused his gaze is on me. The unspoken words in his eyes.

“Harry I-“ I raise my hand to tell him I should go, I didn’t want anything to happen we would regret. But he takes my hand and puts it to his warm chest. The words leave my mouth as I look at him again. Really look at him. From afar he looked like he was doing better than he ever was but up close I notice the tired bags and the lost look in his eyes. It was the same one I saw in my own after we’d broken up.

This was ridiculous, I tell myself. He left me, I shouldn’t feel bad for him. I’d won. But I want to ask him about Katy, when he looked in her eyes, did he think of mine? And when he looked at her smile, did I cross his mind? I already knew that he saw me instead ‘cause she looks a lot like I did back then. I wanted to ask him and tell him not to lie.

“How are you doing?” I finally break and ask even though I want to ask, is she just a lookalike?

He looks away, his hand letting go of mine. His fake smile is back on his face as he performs for me once again. “Not too bad. I’ve got a break from tour right now so just layin’ low.”

I look around and point to the club around us. “Laying low?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at being caught. “My girlf-Katy-she really wanted to come out to one of these with her girlfriends. She convinced me to come along.”

I didn’t know what to say to that so I just smile. My phone buzzed and I see a text from Jules. I look for her in the crowd and she’s staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I give her the everything is okay smile and she looks relieved.

“Jules is overprotective as usual,” Harry notices. What did he expect, I think, when he’s the selfish arse who broke my heart. The small flame of anger reignites as I watch Jules smile at me with caring eyes.

“She just wanted me to hook up with a cute guy tonight,” I say to Harry. “Spending it with my ex kind of kills the vibe.”

There, I’d addressed the elephant in the room. And just as I suspected, Harry gets uncomfortable.

“So I take it you’ve not got a boyfriend?”

“Nope,” I cross my arms. “Was busy travelling...” and feeling depressed at home I don’t add.

“Right,” Harry straightens up. “Well don’t let me keep you Y/N. Sorry to...”

I look up at him, his pause. His apology seems to be about something bigger than keeping me from the rest of the club. But I don’t mention it. I don’t push it. Yes, I wanted to stay here in this corner of the club with him but I don’t want to make it a big deal. I give him a squeeze on the arm to tell him it was alright. He paints a smile on and I walk away even though I want to just stay.

I walk to Jules, tell her I’d get another drink for us. At the bar, waiting for our drinks, I notice Harry with Katy again, they’re dancing with her friends, she laughs, he pulls her closer.

That was us not long ago, before that morning chat. God. I really did hope, in his head, he saw me instead. Cause...he’d been in mine every day since then. I admit it, some nights, no almost every night...I still though about him. I tried to hide it, I did an amazing job at hiding it, but I couldn’t erase him from my mind. The thought almost makes me laugh as I get my drinks...maybe I just needed to find a lookalike.

[wolffyluna]

Fic Writer Meme

 I was tagged by @thou-breath-of-autumns-being and @eldritch-elrics. Answers under the cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

135

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

387198

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

There’s 22 of them, using a sensible-ish count. There’s Age of Sigmar, MCU, Dragon Age, Dragonshield (yes, the card sleeves), Dungeons and Dragons, Fire Emblem Awakening, Fire Emblem Three Houses, Guild Wars 2, Warhammer 40k, Heaven Will Be Mine, We Know The Devil, Keychain of Creation, Overwatch, Revolutionary Girl Utena, The Adventure Zone, The Magnus Archives, Silmarillion, Undertale, Voltron, TGCF, MDZS, Nirvana in Fire

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

‘The Heat Talking’ - Overwatch omegaverse. It’s popularity is very explicable :P.

‘A Stained Glass Variation of The Truth’ - Xianle Trio sickfic, featuring Mu Qing have a lot of feelings about looking after Xie Lian. This is one of the ones where I look at it’s popularity and go “[nods] my audience has Good Taste.”

‘Let Bastion Say ‘Fuck’‘ - Overwatch crackfic. I wrote for Overwatch a while ago. Those fics are very much not my best work. And Yet.

‘though shadows fall’ - TGCF HuaLian post nightmare hurt/comfort. (which reminds me, I should really write some HuaLian post nightmare hurt/comfort where Hua Cheng is the one who has a nightmare.)

‘All That Can Be Done’ - Overwatch Genyatta angst featuring Zenyatta dying of a God AI virus.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, I really do, but... if I reply, the comment no longer shows up on the ao3 homepage. I do intend to reply, but the lure of having comments on my homepage wins out most times.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably either ‘All That Can Be Done’, the aforementioned fic where Zenyatta dies of a God AI virus and gets killed by Genji, or ‘Always Neater In Morality Plays’ where Sazed successfully poisons and kills Taako.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t really write much crossover fanfiction?

...Though I am right now doing an rp featuring a character from a historical tv show set in the Tang dynasty accidentally time travelling into an AU version of the Handmaid’s Tale, so, uh, that’s probably the wildest crossover I’ve been involved in.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I’ve received a few “you’re characterisation is bad and you should feel bad” and “how dare you write something to your tastes and not my tastes!”

‘Always Neater In Morality Plays’ got a... bad reaction. Including a popular blogger vague posting about in a way that made it obvious exactly what fic it is and how grody they found it. They may not have linked the fic directly, but, uh, everyone knew. (And I may have also sent an ill-advised ask along the lines of ‘you have the right to vagueblog whatever fic you like, but for the love of peace could you at least check who is following you, so you don’t put ‘oh god, isn’t this fic the creepiest thing ever?’ straight onto the dash of the author?”  And also a chunk of the TAZ fandom blocked me*.

And then several years later I found out ‘snuff’ meant something different than what I thought it meant (I thought it just meant ‘focus on major character death!) which added an embarassing glace cherry on top of that sundae of bad.

*This became sort of funny when some of these people got into the Magnus Archives. “Oh, so you draw the line at graphic depictions of poisoning, but someone exploding into a shower of worms is fine???”

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do, yes. As for what kind-- well, my ao3 exists and is a relatively comprehensive survey.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nooooot to my knowledge?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone wants to-- [makes ‘call me’ gesture].

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet. I’d be potentially interested in doing one, maybe one of those ones where one person writes one chapter and then another person writes the next. At the moment I have a friend who is also interested in maybe doing that, we just don’t currently align on fandoms.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

[whine] Don’t make me choose between my babies!

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

‘A Shattered Angel And A Broken Fist’. It was one of the earlier fics I wrote, back before I learned that if I wanted to write something long, I needed to have an idea of how it was going to end. I lost momentum and now... I honestly have no clue what should happen next? I have re-read and gone “yep, some stuff should happen. Not sure what stuff.” So while a lot of people like it and it would be nice to finish, its probably not happening.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, I think I’m reasonably good at dialogue? I’m honestly not sure what my strengths are. I don’t mean this in a low self confidence way, more that I know I don’t have an outside perspective on my writing, and like a fish, I’m not super aware of the water I’m swimming in.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a bad habit of people have conversation in Blank Windowless Voids of No Description.

I also have a less bad habit of trying to fill those voids with a) geology and b) Australian fauna and flora. This causes problems when the pov character has no reason to know geology, and the story is not set in Australia.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I am one of those people who pretty much only speaks English, except for the a bit of “Je m’appelle Wolffy. Le chat est petit.” So I don’t write dialogue in other languages. Too much risk of embarrassing error, for not much gain, when you can just use italics or something.

I do have a lot of thoughts about translation conventions in fic where the characters would not be speaking English, and things like whether to live honoriffics. The thoughts are a bit unformed, but mostly revolve around being consistent at least within a fic (no characters being “Your Highness” in one paragraph and “dianxia” the next), trying to avoid the affect you sometimes find in anime fics were every third word is in Japanese, and also trying to maintain character voice. (I occaisionally have moments of “yes, there is an English translation for what this character calls this other character, but it’s not what they canonically say and it’s going to bother me deeply if I only use English.”)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Depending on how you define ‘fandom’ and how you draw the line between historical fiction and historical rpf, my first fandom was the Bagoas fandom. Not the Bagoas what followed Alexander the Great around, no, the vizier who was around before him.

...I was like twelve at the time, just to make this weirder.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

[whines harder] don’t make me pick between my babies!

[fenweak]

2019 pat/jon fics!

As per tradition, here are some of my favorite 1988 fics that came out or were updated during the year. Give these authors some love, and here’s to more fics and more wins for the Hawks this coming year <3

Canon Divergent

take the plan, spin it sideways by clayisforgirls - E | 45,979 | future fic, GM Patrick

I'm gonna love you til my lungs give out by arenadomatthews - E | 2919 | future kidfic

too shy to say but i hope you stay by brokenlikeastitch - T | 4576 | patrick has epilepsy but jonny takes care of him

Classical Mechanics by fourfreedoms - M | 1595 | Orbital Resonance outtake

Dense by leonardodafic - 2890 | 5+1 obliviousness

We ain’t kids no more by tazernkaner - 4377 | getting together, (lack of) jealousy (or so it seems)

One of Us is Lying, One of Us is Crying by Iamsherlocked67 - 3195 | getting together after forced breakup??

put on a show for me by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 4853 | pwp, locker room striptease

Great News by fourfreedoms - T | 3992 | alex & dylan POV, your obligatory rookie get-them-together shenanigans

Make It Pretty by windsthatwhisper - E | 2985 | feminization, crossdressing, embarassed Jonny!!!

Side to Side all Summer Long by whatislife - E | 2572 | sub and slutty Jonny omg, pwp

take this too far (so we can see if it is far enough) by robokittens - E | 6615 | patrick/dylan/jonny pwp

No, I Never Told Lies To You by fourfreedoms - E | 6112 | post-game, this made me tear up ngl

easy does it by robokittens - E | 2137 | PWP

Vitamin K by fourfreedoms - E | 9373 | first time blow jobs

Emerald Green by eams81 - G | 855 | st. patrick's day fluff

Date Night by Bittersweet - G | 250 | date night

Didn't Know That Was a Thing by AnythingThrice - T | 1,303 | ust, prostate toys ;A;

Casablanca (I want to be shameless like the sun) by Caivallon - E | 7668 | roleplaying

Hands On Me by windsthatwhisper - E | 3230 | nhl awards pwp

8-8-19 by CoffeeKristin - G | 895 | established relationship fluff

you won't ask and i won't say by littlelocaldreamer - E | 4329 | offseason fic, family stuff angst

So Much More Than Just Best Friends by AlinaLovesHockey - T | 1129 | confessions

his voice is a familiar sound by littlelocaldreamer - E | 2178 | morning sex, angst

Play It Straight by SimoneClouseau - E | 6223 | fuck buddies

drown for your love (and then repeat) by captaintoews lavenderharry) - E | 1310 | pwp

red eye by robokittens - G | 579 | fluff, established relationship

It Was a Very Good Year by booray (sterne) - G | 814 | autumnal feelings

to follow all the paths you choose by littlelocaldreamer - E | 20,788 | getting together

Let Her Cry by NoSaneMan - 1633 | alcoholism angst

safety first by toewsin (haroldslouis) - T | 1645 | 5+ 1, protectiveness

to desire is to be unquiet by captaintoews (lavenderharry) - G | 2792 | h/c, established relationship

we were reachin', reachin' for the rafters by capnseriouslycanadian - G | 1504 | nostalgia, angst and fluff

Wrong Cop, Right Man by AnythingThrice - T | 1749 | halloween party fic

the only one my body loves by littlelocaldreamer - E | 3416 | size difference

Shitshow by AnythingThrice (WIP)- E | 19,989 | relationship negotiation, pron with feelings

Just Getting Started by allthebros - T | 1814 | insomnia, h/c

Coffee Talk by Kkane88 - 1960 | post-break up getting back together

us two by ishybishy (WIP)- E | 13,310 | relationship vignettes, angst fluff and smut

sun come ease me in by oakshields - E | 15,601 | established relationship, dylan strome is a distraction

in this bed next to you by gasmsinc - E | 2192 | established relationship, post-game

something like h/c by toewsyourheart - M | 1516 | post-practice h/c

A Long Time Coming by the_darklordofall1 - T | 2938 | obliviously dating

reds by yummyda - T | 3392 | daddy kink

Shawty With You by allthebros - E | 6764 | mistletoe kisses

i'll be home (for christmas) by oakshields - E | 7780 | established relationship, christmas in winnipeg

you may ask yourself by littlelocaldreamer - E | 3301 | morning sex 

AUs

Today's Another Day To Find You by jezziejay - M | 24,854 | ex-husbands post-divorce au

More Than I Could Ever Promise by Linsky - E | 47,018 | Royalty bodyguard au

our decades in the sun by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 21,097 | slow build where patrick is a hotel heir

good form by Anonymous - E | 3419 | girl!patrick, college AU

"of gifts and fireflies" by huntersandangels - M | 46,582 | trust fund baby patrick on a journey of self discovery

old pine by gasmsinc - E | 2034 | werewolves a/b/o, camping

Field of Shadows by allthebros - E | 6515 | one-hand jonny returns with ptsd, established relationship, codependency

where have all the flower by gasmsinc - E | 4869 | a/b/o, animal transformation

get drunk on the good life by gasmsinc - E | 6005 | mob AU, crossdressing

Stand (You’re Gonna Run Again) by windsthatwhisper - E | 13,840 | military, angst with a happy ending

gasolina by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 14,521 | mechanic!patrick

Night Moves by heartstrings - T | 10,171 | college au, drunken shenanigans

Chips and Cribs by whatislife - 2034 | mpreg

baby, i can get you in my ride by thundersquall - E | 10,695 | pwp

Pretend it's just you and me by Sail_On, TheNorthRemembers - (WIP)  - E | 87,848 | mob AU

send my love (to your new lover) by gasmsinc - E | 9584 | nanny patrick

and then i was like (ficlets from tumblr) by sorrylatenew (WIP) - E | 6115 | assorted stuff but so good

Holla Die Waldfee by ThalassicThedes (50niftiesus) - T | 3215 | magical au

now a soft kiss by cuddlefighter (bibbasaur) - E | 70,948 | georgette heyer's the convenient marriage au

we are only what we always were by windsthatwhisper - T | 2,113 | salem witch trials

Wick: a The Secret Garden fusion by allthebros - T | 1240 | secret garden fusion

Murder, He Wrote by jezziejay - M | 33,241 | murder on the nile AU, patrick and jonny solving crimes and being in love circa 1930 hhhhhh

soft, softer, softly by heartstrings - E | 12,920 | a/b/o, mainly dylan/alex but this was beautiful

spread my dreams under your feet by thundersquall - E | 16,234 | magical realism, friends to lovers, jonny has prophetic dreams (he does tho)

Kitten Sittin' by Celly1995 for hippietoews - G | 2445 | kitten kaner fluff!

Race Like Falcons to Crash and Burn by Linsky - E | 74,689 | bg 1988 only, but wolfverse installment!

Isn’t She Lovely by windsthatwhisper - G | 2497 | wishbaby au | with podfic by captaintoews (lavenderharry)

Contact High by cupstealer - E | 84,918 | sentinel au!!!!!!

Going Five-Hole by sorrylatenew - E | 6331 | pwp, surprise vagina sfshkfs

Its in the past by candy_belle - 1347 | blackhawks convention but make it a/b/o

tame the strength of the ocean by thisissirius (thirteentorafters) - T | 3727 | fast and furious AU

The Florida Job by AnythingThrice - T | 21,398 | genderbending, some like it hot (1959) inspired!

Figuratively Speaking by Celly1995 - 1118 | smoothie shop owner jonny!

the promises you keep by gasmsinc - E | 31,349 | sugar daddy, age differences

do you know who you are? by liveinfury - T | 6495 | college AU

A Sure Thing by thundersquall - E | 45,563 | escort!patrick

Through My Eyes by allthebros - T | 2429 | urban fantasy, psychic!patrick!

Media Vita In Morte Sumus by jezziejay - T | 1089 | just better read this one for max surprise

Wishery by slexenskee (Sambomaster) - T | 24,542 | Quidditch star Patrick!

work from home by toewsin (haroldslouis) - M | 17,071 | personal assistant jonny

hiraeth by ishybishy (WIP) - 1136 | magical au, soulmates, there are dragons?

Marriage Jitters by MrsBarnes (WIP) - E | 4396 | marriage, fluff and humor

Quantum Entanglement by TheNorthRemembers - E | 214,572 | the continuing saga of time traveler patrick

The Reality of Things by windsthatwhisper - E | 27,803 | french teacher!jonny

The Best Gifts Are The Ones You Don't See Coming by Mullsandmutts - G | 3414 | holiday timestamp to can you lyft me up

Fist Bumps are Deadly by palladium - T | 26,130 | bodyswap, soulmates

Ricochet by heartstrings (WIP) - E | 74,152 | young partners in crime au 

[why485]

The Chuuni Cliff, and why I gravitate towards series without a plot

Named after Love, Chuunibyo & Other Delusions, a Chuuni Cliff is what I call the moment that the quality of a series runs off a metaphorical cliff and plummets. This is often, though not necessarily, accompanied by a sharp tonal shift into much more “mature” and dark themes.

Chuuni wasn’t the first time I’ve seen this in a show, but after going down the deep Chuuni rabbit hole, a series that suffered from one of the most sudden and dramatic drops in quality I’d seen, I now had a name for it. Chuuni started out as a funny and charming comedy about a handful of embarassing weirdo kids, but halfway through turns into a completely different show about dealing with death. It’s not a bad idea at its core, as it was meant to explain why the titular character is the way she is, but it was handled with the grace of a jackhammer. 

Chuuni Cliffs are one of the main reasons I tend to avoid story-heavy media. Anime in particular, seems very good at starting with a fascinating premise and then either failing to follow through with it, or completely squandering great ideas. I’ve seen it happen so many times that it takes a lot to sell me on something that is actually about a plot rather than something more nebulous and character driven. Though not every series has as a sharp enough decline in quality to qualify as a Chuuni Cliff, it does happen.

On the flipside, it’s also why I tend to love slice of life or episodic series. Good character writing seems to be much easier to pull off than a coherent long-term story. After all, you can’t ruin a story if there isn’t one to begin with. Episodic slice of life style shows are much more consistent in quality, and you can often get an accurate picture simply by following the standard three episode rule.

While I’m on the subject, I want to talk about the two notable examples that stick with me to this day.

Legend of Korra started off great. It moved the timeline forward in interesting ways, and had the most ideologically compelling villain the franchise has ever had. The scariest part about Amon wasn’t the mask or his abilities, it was what he represented. It didn’t matter who we was.

In a slightly different story, Amon would be the hero. I don’t need to get into the details, because that’s a whole post in itself, but the moment that they revealed his backstory and motivations, everything went downhill fast. In the span of only a few minutes they tossed what could have been an incredible plot-line with far-reaching consequences for the Avatar world as a whole.

Golden Time had a Chuuni Cliff so sharp, so dramatic, so violent, that I had considered renaming the term to the “Golden Time Cliff”. Fortunately for Golden Time, that’s not as fun to say.

This is the one that I’m still mad about. I wrote about this before, back when I first watched the opening episodes of it. It started out seeming like a character driven show revolving around Koko Kaga, who is a much more realistic take on the ubiquitous tsundere character archetype. It depicts the terribly self-destructive behavior such a person might have in the real world, unable to make friends, and constantly pushing away those that they wish to get close to. This was something I didn’t know I wanted to see, and her characterization was by far the most interesting aspect of what I watched before dropping it.

Unfortunately, you can pinpoint the exact timestamp where it all goes wrong, because, surprise! Golden Time is actually about a really dumb amnesia plot for the ultra-bland main character.

[fleurderussie]

Just some midnight thoughts

I truly believe that people become writers not because they want to become a writer. Not for the sake of fussing around, saying something like “look at me, I write some pretty good stuff!” No, I believe that people start writing because they cannot help it. They just cannot do without it. They carry their thoughts and emotions with them until they realise they cannot bear it any longer and spill everything they have on paper. The same is with blogs. 

I started my blog because I wanted to share things that matter to me with the world. I did not know whether somebody would appreciate it, all I had was enthusiasm and love for history, classic literature and Russian culture. Luckily, soon I found out I was not the only one. For a very long time I posted pictures, stills, even reviews, but today I would really like to share with you something a bit more personal than usual. Not because I suffer from the lack of attention. But because right now I feel the necessity to write it.

Ok, it seems like a loooooong introduction. If someone managed to come to this point, I am happy. Anyway. Last year I discovered something that - a dramatic phrase - changed my life. Not entirely, of course, but it influenced me and helped me at the time I really needed it. I am going to be honest, I have never thought I would write such things about a film. Yes, that is it - a film! It is not like I easily get involved in things, on the contrary, it is difficult to impress me on such level. But Bohemian Rhapsody did. I heard about Queen before (naturally), sang along with the radio every time “I Want to Break Free” or “The Show Must Go On” were on, but did not pay much attention to their biography. And when I found out that there was a film based on their life story, I thought “ok, cool, but why does everybody keep talking about it like it is the event of the century?” Nevertheless, it was simply impossible to ignore: my sister recommended it to me, my friends recommended it to me, even my groupmates recommended it to me, and I decided to watch it. And suddenly Queen’s music became a part of my life. It has been more than 3 months (wait, what, 3 months, really?) since I went to the cinema and, believe it or not, it was not a single day passed without me listening to Queen songs. I really got into the music they created and (since I am a nerdy nerd) read a lot about the members of the group: read so much that I started to feel like they are my relatives. Ok, maybe it sounds extremely weird, but I find inspiration in their life stories and the lyrics they wrote. I do love studying, for instance, and Brian May’s (excuse me, Dr. Brian May’s) interest for science is an example I try to follow. It was a huge surprise for me when I learnt that all of Queen’s members actually had a degree. And it kind of warms my heart and motivates me every time I am being lazy and do not want to write an article. When I feel sad, I listen to their songs and my mood improves with the first notes of “Somebody to Love” and “Bicycle Race” (or I just turn on “Who wants to live forever” and stay melancholic). When I feel happy, I (guess what?) also listen to their songs and they fill me with such happiness and joy, I cannot even describe. Four people, just think about, four people do it! This is... k i n d  o f  m a g i c  But coming back to the film. Being an English teacher (I feel extremely embarassed writing this line as I know I might make some mistakes during my writing, forgive me, please), I show my students films in English almost every Saturday. And today was (you will never guess) Bohemian Rhapsody’s evening. I was surprised that so many people came tonight (it is not a compulsory course or something), we watched the film till the very end (I mean, even the credits) and were discussing it for one hour! Even though nobody of them was an actual Queen fan, they asked a lot of questions and promised to listen to some of their albums (I did not force them, trust me). Everybody was impressed. Even I, though I have already watched it, felt like I was going to explode, just overwhelmed with emotions. On my way home I sang Somebody to love again. How did they do it?? Is Bohemian Rhapsody the best film ever made? Probably not. It certainly has its faults, but if the movie is so powerful and influential that unites so many people (if somebody had patience to read it till the end, please, write your country in the commentary section, I am very interested!) and becomes a real cultural phenomenon, then it is, undoubtedly, great and totally worth watching. I am happy it was nominated for the Oscar. Films like this should be appreciated. Thanks for reading it, I love you all, darlings

[petals42]

Can you please do some more Kent/chowder friendship body swap bc if you write like anything at all I will die happy

this is going to be an Unorganized Mess because i’m doing it right before bed because WHY NOT but here. [Note: You gotta have read this post first to make sense of this.]

So, like, as mentioned, I really want this friendship to develop after they switch back but the question is like... how?? 

In my last post I talked about how Parse would send Chowder nicer clothes (and sheets because wtf is that thread count christopher??) but i think this happened because-- wait lets go back

Okay so Chowder gets to go to the Aces/Sharks game and go backstage (not the right word for that but lets just move on) and meet people so while he is obviously ALL UP IN THE SHARKS, he introduces his family also to Kent as “and this is my friend, Kent Parson” and admist the confused stares (coming from both his family and Kent Parson), Chowder is just like “we met at Samwell!!”

And Kent Parson, who is never really referred to as a friend (more a teammate, tbh, or “ex” or “celebrity crush) has like acquired some sort of blushing instinct (he blames his time in Chowders body) because he sort of blushes and stammers (JUST A LITTLE OKAY) before finding his cool again and--

“Oh, also,” Chowder tells his little sister. “You gotta feel that inside of that sweater-- it is like SO SOFT.” and so that is actually where Kent gets his first idea to send Chowder nicer clothes (the expensive CASHMERE clothes yaknow... (sidebar: is cashmere soft? i don’t... actually know things about nice clothes)) 

But he doesn’t do it right away because like.. c’mon he’s not going to seem desperate here. He’s Kent Parson. He... they switched bodies for a little. Surely Chowder doesn’t actually want to... be his friend. 

WRONG.

Because Chowder gets on a flight and heads back to Samwell and Kent Parson gets back to Vegas (and snuggles Kit) and THEN Kent Parson gets a text.

And that text is chirping him. Hard. For his coding notes.

“Lol. Dude. Really?? These don’t even make sense!”

“I told you I was bad at it! You’re lucky I tried.”

“It looks like you gave up halfway through and started doodling hockey plays.”

“... that is actually supposed to be some zeros and ones?? he wrote them on the board??”

“holy shit.”

and suddenly kent parson finds himself sort of smiling and laughing at his phone and he would say it is one conversation but then he gets a GOOD LUCK! text before his next game and then a bunch of texts DURING the game that he sees after and then-

Then he gets a “Remember to ice your shoulder!!!” the next day and, okay, yes, it’s weird that this guy has BEEN IN HIS BODY and thus knows that his shoulder bothers him but its also... its also nice??

So Kent Parson says fuck it. And he sends Chowder that sweater he liked so much. Because Chowder is being really nice to him and he... okay he will try to have a friend. 

Note: Kent Parson trying to have a friend is a Disaster. because Kent Parson knows his weaknesses: He is bad at emotional conversations, he cannot give relationship advice, he is sarcastic and rude and-- he is not good at being Friends with someone. Chowder’s natural friendliness is something he can appreciate but has difficulty reciprocating.

But you know what he does have?

Money.

Lots and lots of money. 

And no one to spend it on.

Until now. 

Kent Parson cannot say “Thank you for wishing me good luck before my games” so he buys Chowder fancy sweaters and t-shirts and fashionable pants and sends them on over. Kent Parson cannot say “It is cool you remind me to ice my shoulder” so he also sends new sheets (accompanied by pseudo-snide remarks such as “so i dont have to lay on that sandpaper if we ever have to switch back”). Kent Parson cannot tell Chowder that texting him during the day has become something of a highlight but he CAN buy chowder that coding software he was going on about and e-mail him the product key and he also can get people on the Sharks to sign stuff and mail it to Chowder and, look, he knows that getting Chowder’s family season tickets to the sharks game would be Too Much (at least... right now) but he does offer them when chowder goes home for breaks.

Look, as they text more and more, Chowder puts up with his sarcastic sense of humor and dark moods and doesn’t seem to take it personally when kent just texts back ‘yeah whatever’ after loses.

Chowder is just plain nice to him and Kent does his best to follow Chowder’s complaints about school and tries to offer advice when Chowder admits that sometimes he feels torn between Nursey and Dex and their constant bickering and wishes they would both just stop but Kent knows he cannot actually be that helpful. Even when Chowder texts: “gosh its nice to have someone not involved that i can vent to,” kent knows that he is not adding to chowder’s life nearly as much as chowder is adding to his.

With the time difference, Kent now usually wakes up to a few texts from Chowder and Chowder thinks Kit is the devil but still doesn’t mind when Kent sends pictures of her and Chowder... Chowder sometimes ever so casually reminds him that he doesn’t actually need alcohol (”you could just go home dude. wanna play starcraft?”

Oh right. That’s the other thing. Chowder has got him into computer games. Games that they can play together. On the same time. Kent has never done it before and its embarassing to be bad at something but somehow with chowder its not so bad and he’s already promised that after the season, he is going to have much more time to dedicate to it and chowder thinks that they can get really GOOD over the summer and it becomes... their thing

When Nursey and Dex are driving Chowder crazy or Kent is actually free, the two log on and play some nerdy computer game shit (kent’s words. he keeps calling it that even after he admits he "sorta kinda likes it okay??”).

OF COURSE BECAUSE KENT PARSON CANNOT COMMUNICATE, he just keeps SENDING GIFTS. Which Chowder accepts at first, partly because he doesnt really know how much all this shit costs.

Nursey finally clues him in “dude, is that shirt fucking All Saints?” and Chowder is like “uh... what?” and that breaks the mystery and suddenly Chowder is like... wait a minute. this dude has sent me probably over a thousand dollars worth of nice ass clothes (and sheets and towels) all in the name of “In Case We Ever Switch Back.”

Not To Worry: At this point it is Summer Break. Which means that Chowder can just go, meet up with Kent in person and tell him that while he appreciates the gifts, kent should probably stop. They both now know not to wish on any shooting star anymore. They are probably good. 

So Chowder texts Kent something like “dude im home may 22nd-- when are we meeting up over break?” and Kent gets it and lowkey PANICS because like... Chowder wants to hang out with him?? And he can’t even just take him to a hockey game because the season is over?? WHAT WILL THEY DO??

Better to stay on home turf, Kent decides. He can take Chowder out in vegas and they can hit the casinos and maybe he’ll rent a limo and-- “Im free anytime” he texts back, hoping that doesn’t make himself sound lame. “when do you wanna come over?”

And then Kent Parson is thrown for a loop because Chowder ruins his plans by saying “you should come here! i’ll show you non-hockey parts of san jose! first weekend of june?? promise no one will yell at you!!” and kent... well hes not gonna say no obviously but he... he can’t take chowder to casinos if they arent in vegas and--

“Bring your laptop” chowder says. “starcraft IN PERSON”

Look this deserves a 15k fic of its own but picture: Kent Parson, nervous, awkward, feeling a little like he did when he visited the zimmermanns except not because he and chowder are just friends so there’s less... challenge and also he has grown up a little and so its just very embarassing for him and chowder’s whole family is the nicest and he sleeps in the guest room and they just-- They play starcraft. They go see a movie. They walk around Chowder’s favorite park. They drive up to the beach with Farmer. They go to an arcade. Normal people stuff. They do normal people stuff. 

And Chowder sits Kent down and is like “dude you gotta stop sending me presents like some kind of weirdass sugar daddy” and Kent does turn bright red at that one because he was kind of just lowkey hoping chowder didn’t notice but Chowder manages to make it not TOO awkward and then its just sort of a funny and Kent promises to stop (he wont really... chowder gets a new gaming computer for his birthday but kent claims that is because chowders weak ass system is affecting his gameplay but that not til later so thats okay)

MORE SURPRISING is Chowder agrees to come up to vegas to celebrate kent’s birthday on july 4th. Farmer comes for part of it (but she has work) while chowder stays for five whole days and they... they stay in kents apartment and play more computer games. chowder tries to build up kent’s tolerance for spicy food and then laughs at him when he dies. they go play hockey at the rink. they just... hang out. like friends. 

It’s weird and bizzare and THEN TO TOP IT OFF Chowder (who is a wee bit drunk at this point because they aren’t just going to not drink or gamble at all-- chowder had doubled his 40 dollars today!!) says something like “do you think we can switch back again? if we tried?”

and kent (also tipsy, but just like... tipsy. not wasted) says “uh... no?”

and chowder says “LETS TRY” and kent says “why?” and chowder says “FOR FUN” and kent says “alright if you want”

and the two stand and hug and kent thinks “alright switch back” and then he pulls back 

And look into his own face

Which is grinning at him. 

“oh my god” chowder (in kent’s body) says. “This is gonna be so fun.”

ENDING THERE FOR NOW because i’ve got to stop writing this AU. what is this. what is my life. i don’t... i don’t even go here. 

[siarven]

20 Questions Tag

I got tagged by @reinkings to do this tag game, thank you so much :3

1. Is there any scene from any piece you’ve written that actually scared you? If so, describe the scene.

Hm… I’m not really one for horror? I don’t really like watching or reading it so I haven’t really written any, either.

2. What genre do you feel most awkward writing?

Romance. I'm horrible at anything concerning flirting and stuff like that xD Horrible!

3. How many different types of writing do you write? Types of writing include novels, short stories, poetry, song lyrics, etc.

Mostly novel-length stuff, though they usually end up getting longer than just one book. Also short stories, and one-shots. I wrote poetry when I was younger (but I am probably rather bad at it). Also I never wrote a song, lyric-wise, only making up melodies etc without lyrics.

4. How old were you when you first started writing?

Writing as in writing stuff down, or storytelling? I can't remember a time when I didn't tell myself stories (out loud, until I managed to do it in my head later on). I started writing them down as soon as I could write, haha (so near the end of first grade). Most of the stories from that time are about "Feelie" ("Fee" means fairy in German...) who was, oh wonder, a fairy! And had veeery long hair. And a flying unicorn. xD The stories are kind of very cute and slightly embarassing, and very stereotypical XD Also there was Lisa, my next ... "OC". There were a lot of different iterations of her, because I never finished anything before getting a better idea and subsequently starting again from scratch XD

5. How confident are you in your writing?

Hm. Sometimes I am really sure that what I'm doing is amazing (usually when I just came up with a really mean plot twist or magic system or found the perfect solution to a plot hole) ... only that usually doesn't last very long XD I would be lying if I said that I don't care about what others think, but at the same time, I also don't? I'd love to be published one day but if it comes down to it, I'm writing for me, and only me. I feel so blessed to have found this community, and that there are others who are coming to love my characters as much as I do. But I would write these stories even if nobody were interested in them. So... I don't know, I think I'm getting better at the confidence thing :)

6. Have you ever written and posted anything that was very personal to you?

I don't think that I've ever posted anything? I write Morning Pages (sadly not as frequently as I should), which are 3 pages of stream of consciousness, first thing after getting up in the morning. It helps a lot. But it's also the sort of thing I won't ever upload anywhere cause it's deeply personal and I would feel very uncomfortable giving it to anyone. I've been thinking about uploading a cutesy (rather personal) short story, though. I wrote it for my mother as a birthday present some years ago :D

7. What inspired you to start writing?

I... have no idea? I've told myself stories before I could write, so... I have no idea. I should probably ask my mother if there was some sort of catalyst xD I didn't even start reading of my own free will until 2nd or 3rd grade, but since then I've never stopped so... xD Anyways, my father read me bedtime stories every night when I was small so maybe that? I never really watched a lot of TV until 10th grade when I discovered the mysteries of the online stream and suddenly had a lot of stuff to catch up to... and now I'm studying film xD (My parents are still confused by that because I was a kind of late bloomer concerning cinema and tv :D )

8. Which of your OCs do you relate to the most?

Uh... let's see. I think maybe Jouka? He’s from my wip firewings, and I love him a lot.

9. Have you ever written self-insert fanfiction?

Maybe not *fan*fiction but maybe self-insert fiction when I was young xD All that fairy and princess stuff... most definitely self-insert, haha.

10. What is your favorite piece you’ve ever written about?

Uhm… I haven’t written it yet? But when I’m done with Dreams and Shadows I’ll go and write Icicle Soul. It has some of my favourite characters, plot lines and plot twists in it and I’ve been looking forward to properly writing it since forever :D

11. How frequently do you actually sit down and write?

I try to write every day. It does not work. I always end up doing tag games instead because there are still so many to finish.

12. How many hours at a time do you do research on your writing?

Sometimes it escalates and I spend the whole day reading up on stuff on wikipedia and then end up source-riding until there’s no way back and I have 3000 tabs open. XD

13. Do you like to branch out in your writing or do you tend to stick to what you know?

When I was younger my stories tended to include a lot of the stuff I was interested in at the specific moment, and were influenced strongly by the things I’d read recently. Now I try to challenge myself a bit to write stuff that I’m bad at, or to use writing to explore things that I don’t really know yet :)

14. What would your antagonist of your current WIP say to you if they saw you in person?

I think that depends on if they know that I’m the writer or not xD If not I’d be far too insignificant. If yes, I would probably be subjected to a lot of threats, and curses. And assassination attempts, so they can wrangle control back.

15. Do you consider yourself your OCs’ god or just kind of a guiding hand (or other? If other, please list)?

Well. I’m not very good at being a god, I guess, since they always decide everything on their own. Or change, without me wanting them to. Or do something totally unexpected. So, I’m probably more like a guiding hand, haha.

16. What do you think you’d be doing with your time if you’d never gotten into writing?

Well, I do study 3D animation and do art, so I guess I’d be somewhat better at that because I’d have more time to practise. xD

17. Have you ever written a smut piece?

Nope. I'm very bad at romance and smut and stuff like that.

18. What was the first thing you ever wrote about?

Oooh. I remember a story about a tiger and a rabbit :D Also, the Feelie stories above… the first thing that ever got longer than a few chapters had no title and was vaguely like Eragon.

19. What is the most creative creature you’ve ever created for world-building?

Creatures are the best! Hm. The most creative creature… I don’t know, actually? They’re usually very plausible creatures because I want them to feel possible. Like, if that world really existed, it would totally make sense if the creature did, too, you know? I always think of evolution, too, and how it could have been formed by its environment and stuff like that. I have very big folders filled with that stuff :D I have bloodthirsty and very murderous unicorns in Morning Star, though, and for Dreams and Shadows there are tons of different kinds of dragons that I’ve put a lot of thought into. I have rebuilt Alearis’ ecosystem from scratch, and I just vaguely remember the horse-like creatures that exist in the world of Firewings instead of horses. Honestly, there are so many more but I have probably made more creative creatures for art-purposes.

20. Tell me one random fact about your WIP that you have yet to tell your followers.

Dreams and Shadows was born during German class in 11th grade. I had an image of a young boy in my head, standing behind his mother who was crying in front of his comatose body. It was only ever supposed to be a short story, and it was supposed to be this melancholic, sad and beautiful thing. And then I wrote it during NaNoWriMo and the original plot was done after 30,000 words but I still had 20K words left to write in order to win so Ava, his little sister, got a storyline of her own, and angels and demons entered the fray, and now Ava has somehow taken over the story and that slow, beautifully-sad thing has grown and become something else entirely :D It’s also no longer set in our world, the angels and demons have become something else, it’s one of my favourite worldbuildings yet and there are dragons! 200% better ;)

tagging: @madmooninc @romenna @asttralhell @lynnafred @authordai if you want to :D

[chocolatemillkk]

No Doubt (JS)

Request: an imagine with Joe, in which his gf is asexual and she feels really bad for not being able to give him what he wants but he understands and tells her it's alright, just a cute one where joe loves her the way she is and he just accepts her

So I've never written an asexual characer, I asked a friend for reference and I hope I wrote it alright? Let me know if there's anything wrong or inaccurate!! 😊💙

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I admire my boyfriend as he puts up the string lights on the wall. He stretches to hang them in place and his shirt rides up glimpsing his toned muscles underneath. He turns back to me and raises his eyebrows, questioning me if they were done right.

"Perfect," I smile. "Now we can turn them on!"

I flip the switch and Joe's room is instantly cozier. I can't help but squeal which makes Joe laugh and grab me by the waist.

"This looks like my sister's room!" He says.

"She has better taste than you anyway," I poke my tongue out at him. He pretends to be offended but a gentle nudge to his ribs gets him laughing again. Joe places a kiss on my forehead and we look at the overall room once more.

"I've got a meeting out in West london tomorrow did you want to join me?" Joe asks.

"I've got nothing better to do," I shrug. "I've already written this week's blog post."

"The Human Race-the best blog on the internet" Joe repeats my blog's name. It was a play on my sexuality.

"Well yeah that small blog on the tiny corner of the internet," I joke.

"If your blog is small my channel's got to be like a tiny fricken ant then!" Joe exclaims.

"In the grand scheme of the universe your channel is a tiny ant," I tease.

"Oi don't put it like that," Joe nudges my shoulder.

"Serving the tea as the kids say," Joe looks at me like there was something wrong with me.

"Please don't say that in the wrong context," he states.

"No?" I ask innocently to rile him up but I crack a smile and he catches on.

"C'mere," Joe grabs my elbow and wraps me in a hug. He kisses my shoulders and then my neck, eventually placing a kiss on my lips. It feels nice but I mostly kissed Joe because I knew he liked it.

"Is that alright?" Joe pulls away. He searches my face but I give him a smile.

"That was fine," I was embarassed that what he wanted, I couldn't give him.

"Hey love, I don't mind. I love you so much it doesn't bother me how you like to love."

"I don't mind the kisses," I say truthfully.

"But...?" Joe asks.

"Nothing," I untangle myself from him. "I just don't...feel closer when we kiss or I don't get pleasure from it like you do. But I don't mind it."

"You don't have to feel obliged-"

"Joe I don't! I honestly don't mind!"

"If you're sure," Joe brushes my cheek on his way to turn the fairy lights off and turn the room light back on. "I'm gonna pop in the shower. I'll order us takeaway after?"

"I'll do that," I say. I make my way to the kitchen but I can't help but feel bad. Joe insists he loved me as I was, that he understood me. But Joe wasn't ace so I knew he would want other things in the relationship. Things I couldn't exactly give him. It made me feel worse. I liked it that Joe enjoyed kissing so I didn't mind, I loved to cuddle and enjoy Joe's company. But I was sure Joe wanted more.

I'd obviously dated before, but this was the first time I dated somebody who wasn't like me. Who's orientation was completely different. This was new for the both of us.

When Joe comes back out, dinner was on its way and I had changed into something more comfy.

"Thank you!" Joe calls out when he sees it all done. "You're one in a million!"

"According to society I really am," I can't help but joke.

Joe chuckles, "But hey the things you do on your socials have really helped create a community for people like you. And you should be proud of that."

"Yeah I know," I thought it was sweet Joe supported me in everything. And not only that, he was always encouraging.

"I love you Y/N," Joe caresses my cheek and I close my eyes at his touch. He smelled clean with a hint of sandalwood. The smell felt a lot like home to me in the last eight months we'd dated and it comforted me greatly.

•••

"Hey are you regretting agreeing to this last night?" Joe whispers to me the next morning. The alarm had gone off twice already but my body had no plans on waking.

"Mmm," I moan. "Shhh I'm still sleep."

The bed shakes as Joe laughs beside me. The blanket is tugged off my face and it gets cold very fast.

"Babe I love watching you sleep but it's-"

"Creepy." I crack open my eye and Joe's sleepy fave hovers over mine.

"Oh shite did I say that out loud?" Joe asks. "Well whatever, I stay awake watching you sleep. I said it."

"Is this your vampire confession?" I play along.

"You got me!" Joe bites my neck which tickles. I giggle and stretch my foot out to rest on his thighs.

In one quick moment, Joe's gotten up and yanked my foot so my body is half on the bed and half on. My pillow has travelled with me but I'm no way comfortable.

"Joe!" I try to get up but the awkward angle prevents me from doing so. Joe rests his hands on the bed on either side of my face and his hair droops down to tickle my face.

"How are you this beautiful even in the morning?" He asks seriously.

"I woke up like this?" I let out a giggle as my heart races nervously.

"You've always got to ruin moments with your one-liners haven't you?" Joe hangs his head.

"I can't help it! You're making me nervous!"

"Nervous for what!?"

"Well look at how I'm positioned firstly," I say. Joe laughs and helps me back into more comfortable seating. We lay back in bed and I cuddle into Joe to steal some of his warmth. Even though we both knew we have to get up, we silently agree to be late just for these few moments together.

"Does it bother you we don't have sex?" I blurt out. Way to ruin a moment.

Joe turns to his side and props himself up. His fingers lace through mine as he talks. "I'm going to say this for the millionth time and then you can never ask again alright?"

"Fine," I nod.

"I love you and being with you. I don't fall in love with somebody because of what their body can provide me alright? I'm just happy being with you, my love. I mean let's face it I can give what I want to myself yeah? But being with you and holding you and having conversations that lead to a tickle contest or a pillow fight because you're ever so competitive...that's all I want from you."

My cheeks warm with his words. I had to stop doubting our relationship!

"You are always losing," I tease.

"I just let you win," Joe shoots back.

"Okay whoever gets ready the fastest wins!" I shout. I knew Joe took forever on his hair after he'd washed it.

We scramble to get ready but halfway through putting on my makeup Joe covers my eyes with his hands so I hide one of his shoes in the closet. And even though he gets to his meeting a half hour late and we're giggling like crazies all the way there...there was no doubt we weren't in love with one another.

"I love you," I whisper to Joe before we part ways for his meeting.

"I loved you first," Joe kisses my forehead and walks to his meeting.

"Love you always," I whisper as I watch my love walk into his building before I turn to start the day for myself.

[juniperhillpatient]

Summary: Nancy and Mike actually interact are there for each other in the difficult times between seasons 1 and 2 - trigger warning for mentions of parental neglect (I really hate Ted and Karen) 

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"Mike, what were you thinking?"

Nancy glanced up from her chemistry homework, and down the hall. Karen Wheeler was almost in tears, and Mike was sitting on the couch with a rather dull expression.

Nancy went back to focusing on the periodic table on the page before her, pretending to ignore her mother's near mental breakdown over the horrific crime written in black sharpie on the plastic of a urine-stained bathroom stall. She was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to enjoy the thud of rain against the roof and ignore her parent's lecture in the next room which was now going on ten minutes. She glanced at the clock over the stove. Eleven minutes. Nancy sighed, slamming her textbook shut and gathering her things before heading up the stairs in a huff.

Of course, no one even glanced at her as she passed.

She hurried to her room, slamming the door behind her. She doubted anyone heard. Tossing her homework on the desk in a pile she fell onto her bed and let the tears come. She buried her face in her pillow and stuffed the cotton of the pillowcase in her mouth to silence a sob.

A few moments later she heard footsteps heading upstairs and past her room. She sat up, wiping her eyes. If she was feeling so desperately alone and ignored, how must he be feeling?

She thought back to telling the police officers about Barb being missing and how all they had been interested in was what exactly she had been doing in the room alone with Steve anyway as if that were somehow the most important part of the story. This was a little like that, wasn't it? Eleven was missing and Will was suffering and Mike didn't have any adults to help him deal with any of this and what did they choose to focus on? The smear of a marker on a wall, as if that mattered in the scheme of things.

Grown-ups, Nancy thought, rarely know what the right things to focus on, the important things, really are. Of course, she was almost a grown up though, wasn't she? She shivered, but not because of the cool draft.  

Nancy had only met Eleven once, and only in a brief moment, but Mike's connection with the strange little girl had been obvious. Despite knowing her for only a week, Nancy had an odd notion that Mike had been as close to Eleven as she had to Barb.

And our parents could care less about either loss, she thought. She told herself that wasn't fair. They didn't know about Eleven and Mike's friendship, about Mike watching Eleven disappear. They didn't know about her search for Barb or her fight to the death with a monster from another world. How could they be expected to sympathize with things they had no idea about?

"Well they could at least try," she muttered aloud.

She climbed out of bed and peeked out of her room, hoping to avoid any contact with her parents. She didn't want to talk to them. She rarely wanted to talk to them though, and maybe, a tiny, obnoxious voice in her head told her, that was part of the problem.

She walked down the hall to Mike's door, which was closed. She knocked. No answer. She knocked again.

"God I said I was sorry," Mike said. "What else do you want?" His voice cracked, so he was crying. Nancy considered walking away and leaving him alone.

How often had she sat in her own room, alone, crying her eyes out as terrifying images of the monster almost killing her and Steve and Jonathan flashed before her eyes? As horrible fantasies which she couldn't control played out about just how gruesome Barb's death might have been? No. Crying alone was rarely desirable. She knocked again.

"Mike, it's just me," she said.

"Can't you leave me alone," Mike asked, sounding tired.

"No," she said. "I'm going to keep knocking and annoying you until you open the door."

She began knocking in a pattern: Three, pause, one, pause another one. Obnoxious. Repetitive. She only had to repeat the pattern three times before he opened the door. She gave him a small smile which he did not return before following him into the room. He flopped down on his bed and she sat cross-legged on the floor, picking up and looking at his dinosaur. She smiled, remembering its name. Roary. Because it roared. Oh sweet, innocent Mike. He was playing with his Atari now, but he looked zoned out like he wasn't really paying attention. She thought that maybe he wasn't so innocent anymore.

"So...What'd you write?" she asked.

"Huh?" he asked.

"On the bathroom stall. What'd you write?"

"Nothing," he said, but now she noticed that his face was a little flushed.

"Oh c'mon," she said. "I'm just going to ask Steve to look in the stalls and tell me if you don't. It can't be too embarrassing if you wrote it there for everyone to see."

"It's not...embarassing," Mike said. "It's...Mean." Mike put down his Atari and looked at her and now he was smiling a little.

"Now I have to know," Nancy said.

Mike paused overdramatically. "I wrote Troy Wich sucks dick, okay. Happy?"

Nancy laughed. Troy Wich was, for lack of a better word, a complete and utter asshole. She wasn't a fan of calling little children assholes but if any kid fit the bill it had to be the homophobic, violent, and idiotic Troy Wich. Before she had entered ninth grade, when she and Mike both went to school in the same building, Nancy had many times shoved Troy into lockers, kicked him in the crotch, and on one occasion which she was very proud of, shoved him into the dumpster behind the school. Back then she had told herself she was just helping Mike, Will, and Lucas avoid the humiliation Troy attempted to bestow on them almost daily, but now she wasn't so sure. Maybe she had always sort of had a thing for exacting justice.

It had been around Mike's fourth-grade year, the same time Dustin entered the group when she had to move to the high school building. Maybe that was why Dustin hero-worshipped her so much - she could only imagine (and maybe secretly hope a little) that the other boys had warped her stories of big sister protectiveness into something like a knight in shining armor or whatever nerd stuff they talked about in their long nerdy game sessions.

Of course, she had also once been a little closer to her little brother, and maybe a little more fun to be around for both him and his friends, hadn't she? Her laughter faded.

"Mike," she said, looking at him carefully. "As funny as that would be I thought we agreed no more lies."

"I'm not lying," Mike insisted.

"Alright," Nancy said. "So when Steve looks tomorrow at school-"

"Fine," he interrupted. "Fine, okay I wrote a number. I wrote the number eleven. Happy?"

Nancy frowned. "Not really," she admitted. "What good did you think that was going to do, Mike? What could that have accomplished? Other than getting you in trouble?"

"I don't know," he said, and he wouldn't look at her. "What good does having dinner with the Hollands once a week do you?"

Nancy didn't have an answer to that. She just sighed and shook her head. The rain was pounding heavily outside, and it was cold in the Wheeler house. Nancy pulled her sweater tightly around herself. She leaned against Mike's bed.

"Think it'll ever get easier?" she asked in a soft voice.

At first, she wasn't sure if he could hear her over the rain.

"You're the older sibling, shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Nancy laughed humorlessly. "Yeah," she said. "I guess so."

They sat in silence for a bit after that, and it definitely didn't feel easy, but Nancy couldn't help but think it felt a little easier than when she was alone, and she wondered if Mike felt that way too.

********* A/N: I’m tagging some people but don’t feel any pressure to read if you don’t feel like it - and let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in stuff - I’ll understand! I tried to tag anyone who either asked to be tagged in this or my other stuff or who liked some of the posts I made about how we needed more Nancy x Mike interactions! 

@hair-fiber @womanaction @willbylers @nooowestayandgetcaught @sarcasm-and-spice @sweet-but-mostly-sour @0firebrand0 

[heartsoftruth]

i have had a multi part in me since the neymar/cavani saga started so i thought i let it out. some things to get out of the way- cavani is a great player; neymar is a greater player; no hate just straight talk. 1. neymar went there(downgrade in league and club) to be the main man & thats exactly why psg bought him. he certainly wasnt tempted to go there to serve uruguays second best striker. idk what cavani thought abt it but likely it didnt escape him that his position as the team's star is

Anonymous said:2. threatened and he decided to put up a fight and show neymar whos the boss(insisting on all fk/pen, not passing to him). he scored many goals last year but didnt lead psg to trophies. i feel bad for him waiting so long to be the star but he is deluded if he thinks psg will be his team and neymar will accept. id bet my ass he wont. neymar is a better player not only in skills but also in leadership drive- e.g. the remontada. i think neymar tried to work with him(passing to him a lot, not asking

Anonymous said:3. the first couple of games for freekicks/penalties) and that made cavani think this is how its gonna be. idt cavani realizes that theres only one way this will end- with neymar winning, for 2 reasons- psg bought him to be the star of the team and moreover neymar is a better player then cavani. both of those are a fact and not an opinion. this embarassing problem now is the management and coach’s fault. emery may have other great qualities as a coach but HR mgmt doesnt seem to be among those.

Anonymous said:4. this is very bad for this team. *a divided team will win nothing and make no one shine regardless of the quality.* it was increadibly stupid to not address the pen/fk situation from the start,a huge fail by the coach. he didnt think they will both feel entitled to take them?!? one by virtue of being last year’s taker the other by being brought in specifically to lead the team. its like both the coach and cavani thought that if they ignore the potential problem it will just settle by itself.

Anonymous said:5. i read today that some psg brazilians are against neymar in this case- i dont believe that for a second: even if they are not friends already(which most are), they play together for br and with wc next year its in their best interest to keep him happy and well practiced and comfortable in all aspects, penalties and fk included. if he leads br to the wc they will all walk away champions not just him. dani alves tho is not doing neymar any favors by making it look like a playground squabble.

Anonymous said:6. i also read something about cavani saying to neymar on the first day do you think you are messi- i dont buy that either, it would have been openly hostile and childish and immediately soured their relationship irreparably. cavani cant be that dumb. its just an example how the whole situation has become a circus and everyone (media) is taking advantage to invent things. i cant imagine how neymar would have reacted on and off the pitch but it surely would have shown in the first games.

Anonymous said:7(final, thank god lol). lastly, while i do advocate neymar to be the fk/pen taker and psg as his team and i think cavani must fall in line(maybe ruthless but life often if), i dont applaud neymar spotlighting the issue on the pitch- imo he should not have aired it out for the world to discuss and mock. he should have waited and addressed with the coach after the game. probably even after the first game it happened(st etienne?) and not let it escalate as it did vs lyon.

Oh boyyyyy hahah. I think the most - whats the correct English word for this - organized way of answering this is part by part? haha. 

I wrote a long rant a day after the controversy with Cavani. I havent posted it on here - only showed it to one person on here - but some things I wrote you also pointed out. 

1. Indeed we all know Neymar went to PSG to be a leader and not play second fiddle to Cavani. He learned from the best and decided it was his time to lead. He won’t play under a player like Cavani who talent wise/potential doesn’t come close to Ney. 

2. Again: I think the main problem is that both players though they would be responsible for the freekicks/penalties. I can’t remember if Cavani also took all the free kicks in the other matches? (for some reason I think no but I have no idea). 

¾: The problem here lies with the coach for me. You can say he’s a new player in the team he should know his place, but he didnt came to PSG to know his place and work his way to the top. He came to PSG because he IS the top and they want to get to the European top. Emery should have known Cavani wanted to be the no1 still and it was clear what Neymar wants to be. If the little incident - that didnt blow up - against St. Etienne, but even after Lyon he couldnt act like a coach and leader and tell the press they will discuss who is the penalty takes… 

I like Unai. Don’t get me wrong. What he did with Sevilla was amazing, but at PSG he’s getting exposed. I know it’s not an easy task if you have two players with this talent act liker this, but step up. 

5. That’s the most dangerous thing with Ney: agreeing with him just to keep him happy. That’s why I always will find his transfer to PSG dangerous because I think with his personality he also needs someone who tells him the truth from time to time. Who tells him when he’s being a brat, when he should stfu and man up. Dani is annoying me since he left Juve the way he did so I won’t comment on him (since it won’t be good haha). But it’s bs to say Marquinhos is annoyed by him. I see him even more with Marquinhos than with Dani tbh (I love Marquinhos btw. What a sweetheart). Maybe Moura can secretly be annoyed by his arrival since PSG has to get rid of a few players and he’s one of them. 

6. These full quotes always amaze me and - after this whole PSG transfer sage - I know not to believe them tbh. 

7. That would mean Ney would think instead of acting immediately and - with all due respect to my hotheaded munchkin - he doesn’t so that in the moment. Also one of his biggest weakness but also what makes him world class. He doesn’t think when he’s on the field and just does what comes to mind. With the ball that’s good without it, it’s dangerous and it showed us manny times it can be (in the past also). 

To be honest it’s weird for me because I dont give af about PSG, but I care about Ney. So I can’t think in only Ney’s interest since I know he needs this team to achieve his goals with them… Normally - like most of the other football fans - I would have laughed at all these troubles for a buying team like PSG, but when you’re fave plays for them it’s like you wanna laugh, and you laugh, but then you realize Ney is in this mess too… 

PSG has a lot of problems to be honest and I don’t know how Bayern is doing - probably amazing - but they have more thing to worry about other than this incident. The fact is also that they are - even with all these buys - play very badly, slow tempo, wrong passes and with some players who don’t even deserve to be on the team. They have much work cut out for them even without this shit. And all eyes will be on them more then ever and most people outside of France hope they will fail. 

[tnerb90]

Day who-knows-what? Sept. 16, 2019

I know. I've been neglecting this blog thing hardcore. It's been like a week and a half since I wrote a real entry. So let's catch up. I guess its been like a full month now since I started this thing, since Aug 15 was the first day. So whoop de doo for that.

I'm happy to say that even though I've neglected the blogging portion, I certainly haven't neglected the weight-loss effort. As you can see, in my last weigh-in, I lost the most "per week" amount yet. It was like 2.2 lbs, which is great. In total, it looks like I've lost about 7 lbs so far. Ok, I'll say it 6.9 lbs. "It's hilarioussssss!"

So yeah. There's that. It's weird because I'm feeling kind of bummed today. Like it's such slow progress. I'm a full month in and still over 300lbs. It's like all this effort and I'm still an embarassing heaviest I've ever been type of weight compared to what I'm used to. Like I think at my wedding I was 290 or so? And a couple months before that when I was dietting with my wife I was like 285 and THAT was scary overweight to me. So I need to lose almost 20 more just to feel scary overweight. I'm also not at the point where I've noticed a physical difference. I mean sometimes I look in the mirror and feel thinner but other times not. And my clothes haven't started fitting any better. Like I have these black pants that I bought at the beginning of summer and also a couple of button down shirts that I literally can't wear right now. Also my stretchy pants that I bought to fit my obese self, I still need to pull tightly in order to button and zip.

And I know- a month is nothing. I'm being impatient. I'm just being honest about how I feel. Rationally I know I'm making progress, even if it's slow, and I'm much happier doing this rather than gaining eveb more weight and wondering how it got to THAT bad. So it's cool. I just need to keep it going.

Exercise-wise I'm starting to implement a lot so hopefully that helps speed the process even more. I don't remember where I left off in previous posts, but I officially signed up for ice hockey and dek hockey. So last wednesday I played my first game of Dek (we won 3-1, yay!!) and last night I played my first game of Ice (we lost 4-1, shiiiiiit!). Both were pretty intimidating but purely because I didn't know what to expect. Dek was a great workout, because I was running and out of breath like the whole game. But I played pretty well, better than I expected actually, and my teammates seemed kind of happy to have me. They definitely pushed me and gave me tips as I went along which was great. And same with Ice. Ice was more chaotic, and a lot of puck chasing on both ends. But it was very fun. I don't think I got as winded as dek necessarily, but I was drenched afterwards and out of breath when I got back to the bench. I think maybe it didn't feel as bad in the moment because you can glide on skates, rather than always having to move your feet in dek. Plus its indoors so the humidity doesn't suck the life out of you. And also it's coldish because of the ice. So I think all things considered it was a good workout that just didn't feel as brutal. Another thing about it, is youre wearing so much equipment in ice hockey that it's almost hard to move. It's like carrying extra weight while doing cardio, which made it a little more of a workout. Anyway:

So that's at least 2 days a week I'll be doing something physical. Then on Saturdays I guess I ought to start participating in the clinics. And Thursdays are still available for roller hockey. Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday could be a good routine I suppose.

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[cronagorgon]

@pink-spaceturtle5 first off i want you to know that i waited all day to type this post because my sane awake self was too embarassed to even think about it. i am now tired as fuck and ready to .. dissert.............. anyway. (inhales) i havent seen it in a good minute so i do not remember the details and like fuck am i gonna rewatch it now but my MAIN beef was that everything was drawn out wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much. its like fuckin 300 in here, movies only like 40 minutes long if you'd just cut out all that goddamn slow motion. i wanna stress though that the point isn't remove the drawn out shit, the point is wrap up and replace it. instead of spending like 8 hours on whats her face naomi the fuck's husband and random past and like how she knows shit about kira just to have her killed off before anything ACTUALLY happens could they have like... i dont know. expanded on the mysterious shinigami realm which we know jack shit about. i mean its just a suggestion. that brings me to my second point. the show dragged me in because of the shinigami shit, it was so mysterious and cool!! but they don't expand on it NEARLY enough. the most we get about it is from those fuckin rule cards at the beginning and ends of commercial breaks. lame. i'd have LOVED to see like, an afterlife, the canon purgatory everyone goes to when they die, the shinigami king, maybe shinigami politics, buildings, SOMETHING. i get that it's like.. supposed to be some kind of empty purgatory-like wasteland (the same one everyone goes to when they die?? but where are they?? are they all shinigami??? wouldnt that be way too many shinigami????????? this is exactly the problem) but it'd have been SO cool to see some lovecraftian architecture or some kind of weird fucked up alien/extradimensional society with different heirarchies and priests and shit (that worshipped the king?? thinking emoji?). along with this literally why the fuck do shinigami even have death notes. how and why does the king make them (does he make them? i think i remember reading about that somewhere but honestly who knows), why does he give them to other shinigami, why doesn't he ever make 2 for a shinigami, what happens when a shinigami dies, why isnt there like a surplus of notes because of dead shinigami, why is the king the king and can he be usurped and if so how?????????????? like im really glad i know everything about like actual japan but could they not have given me like 5 minutes of detail about the fantasy world that i can't google. for my final angry point of tonight, what the FUCK was that shit with the bells?? why did l seem like he knew he was gonna die???? what the hell was that shit. was there like a thing with that? i mean it would've been cool if there was some kind of connection between the human and shinigami world that was like ancient you know, like people had been given death notes since the dawn of time and wrote that shit down, made a religion, i dont know SOMETHING, and it was somewhat like hidden like freemasons or whatever conspiracy and like maybe he knew about it?? was part of that secret society?? i mean?? theres potential there right. and at the very least it would cut out like 100% of the jumping to conclusions that happens 68% of the show (as in most of the show until right before l dies and suddenly no more conclusions are jumped to. crazy how that works. how it just feeds right into the plot like that. so mysterious). also i lied bc i have two more minor complaints and they're this: if they're named can you kill animals and even plants with a death note, and rem should not have died holy shit

[purple-possibilities]

I’m a Fool for You [MadaKaka]

AN: Soooo, this is a ‘Behind the Scenes’ April Fools’ Day Special.  It isn’t so much a trick as it is…crack.  Just over 1.5k of goofiness for a holiday that’s supposed to be goofy.  I was inspired, lol!  I hope you enjoy it.  This takes place in the 2SB1SF-verse, just fyi.

“What are you pouting about now, Dara-chan?” Kakashi asked, plopping down beside the fuming Uchiha. They were on top of the Hokage Monument, where Hashirama and Madara used to sit and imagine a peaceful village, a safe haven keeping children protected and off the battlefield.  Now, looking out over that village, things weren’t quite as Madara had imagined.  But, in some ways, they were better.  Madara looked over towards one of those better things, to see a smiling eye in an otherwise covered face.

“I’m not pouting,” Madara huffed—becoming even more irate—but not tearing his eyes away from the love of his life.

“Maa”—Kakakshi reached out to pinch Madara’s lower lip between thumb and forefinger “that looks like a pout to me.”

Madara bit at Kakashi’s fingers, eliciting a chuckle from the masked man.  In fact, that mask was starting to become bothersome…

As if sensing where Madara’s thoughts were turning, Kakashi pulled his hand back in retreat, casually reclining back onto his elbows.  Looking up towards the—once more—pouting Uchiha, Kakashi sighed, “Dara-chan is so mean…”

Madara lifted a single brow at these dramatics.

“…it must be his insecurity”—Kakashi dodged the fist that tried to grab for his vest by rolling into Madara, causing the other man to fall on his back—“making him so angry all the time.”

Messy hair sprawled around his head, Madara continued to pout—okay, okay, he was ‘glaring’ up at Kakashi.

“I hate her,” Madara mumbled, his hands on Kakashi’s waist, thumbs sneaking their way under his lover’s shirt.

“Who?” Kakashi asked, honestly confused.

Madara pointedly looked up towards the sky, causing Kakashi’s gaze to follow.  When Kakashi understood just ‘who’ Madara was talking about, Kakashi began to chuckle once more.

“Now now, Dara-chan, it’s your fault, you know.  Since you were jealous—”

“I WAS NOT JEALOUS!”

“—of a little book.”

“…it’s your favourite book,” Madara mumbled, his hands trailing up under Kakashi’s shirt to feel his skin more closely.  Why did Kakashi insist on wearing so much clothing all the time?

Kakashi smiled down at the man who loved him so much, he hired an author to write him a book.  But not just any book…this was the story of how Kakashi and Madara fell in love.

“This latest chapter was my favourite,” Kakashi added, dropping down to place a masked kiss on Madara’s neck, before nuzzling his face in that same crevice.

“She…she wrote me…so pathetically!” Madara huffed, forgetting temporarily the author’s unfavourable adjective choices as he turned to brush his nose up against Kakashi’s hair, breathing the other man in.

“Maa…she’s just trying to tell the story accurately—”

Madara bit at Kakashi’s ear.

“I thought I was the biter in this relationship?” Kakashi punctuated this with a nip at Madara’s neck, his hand having slipped down his mask just long enough for teeth to meet flesh, soothed by a swipe of his tongue.  

When Madara carded his fingers in Kakashi’s hair and pulled his face up to meet with those uncovered lips, Kakashi’s mask was back in its place once more.  Madara exhaled in frustration, dropping his head with a soft thump back on the ground.

“She’s always going on about how…desperate, and wistful and…and…pathetic, I was, mooning over you, even emulating Tatsumi, of all people!”

“Tatsumi is very beautiful,” Kakashi teased, just to see the possessive fire light in Madara’s eyes. “But Dara-chan should know that I prefer the view from here.”

Madara smirked, pulling Kakashi down for a kiss, the fingers of his other hand slipping under Kakashi’s mask—this time, without protest.  He pushed the fabric just low enough to expose Kakashi’s lips, before capturing them with his own.  The kiss was lazy, slow brushes of lips and tongue and teeth—Kakashi was a biter, after all—soothing Madara’s ruffled feathers—

“Alright, that’s it!” Madara yelled up towards the sky, sitting up and forcing Kakashi back on his heels, his mask already in its proper place.  “I don’t pout, I don’t whine, and I don’t have ruffled feathers!”  Madara’s hair puffed up around him, not unlike how a bird would puff up—

“I AM NOT A BIRD!” Madara was on his feet now, still screaming at the sky.  His rage quickly turned his face red.  For once, his flush was in anger and not in embarrassment—

“I’M ANGRY MORE OFTEN THAN EMBARASSED, THAT LINE ISN’T EVEN TRUE!!!”

While Madara huffed and puffed in denial—

“I AM NOT IN DENIAL!”

—Kakashi was sitting back, watching the spectacle unfold.  He couldn’t help but laugh at the scene Madara was making of himself, getting into a losing argument with an omnipotent force.

“Maa…saying ‘that line isn’t even true,’ must mean that the other ones were, which means Dara-chan is in denial…”

“Oh don’t you start too!” Madara growled, whipping around to snarl at Kakashi.  Kakashi was his, which meant he should be backing Madara up, not siding with the lovely and completely accurate author.

“WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET MESSING WITH UCHIHA MADARA!!!!!11!1one!!1!” Madara yelled like a crazy person, spinning in circles and stomping around like a complete nutso.

“Maa…Author-chan…Dara-chan didn’t even say that…”

The author clearly ignored Kakashi’s interference; the more handsome ninja was only trying to save Madara’s reputation.  How lovely. Kakashi was always looking out for people, even when they didn’t deserve it.  What an angel.

“I told you the author was biased!”

“Mou…Dara-chan doesn’t think I’m an angel?”

Madara sputtered like a fool, “You’re the light in my life, you perfect, wondrous angel—dammit he’s the devil in disguise, now the author is putting words into my mouth?”

“Is there something else you’d rather have in your mouth?” Kakashi winked—wait he’s wearing his hitai-ate, he can’t actually wink, but Madara knew what was going on and was down for some of that Kaka-dick—

“Wait…this isn’t even her usual writing…what’s happening?”

“Mou…Dara-chan doesn’t want some of this ‘Kaka-dick?’”

“I always want that Kaka-dick—I WOULD NEVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT YOU DAMNED HARPY!  WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU WILL REGRET EVER PUTTING SUCH VILE WORDS IN MY MOUTH!”

Kakashi watched on in bemusement, pulling out his book from his back pouch.  “Have fun with Author-chan,” he said with a two-fingered salute in goodbye, before turning to walk off.

“That’s impossible—where do you think you’re going?” Madara chased after Kakashi, much preferring his lover’s company to that of the author who was trying to celebrate April Fools’ Day by teasing Madara.  He deserved it, after all.  Not like Kakashi.  Kakashi was perfect.

“She has such a bias for you,” Madara muttered as the duo walked side-by-side.

“Do you want me to talk to her?” Kakashi offered, flipping to the next page one handed, while reaching for Madara’s hand with the other.

Madara scoffed.  “I don’t want you anywhere near her.”   Madara could only imagine what the author would do to Kakashi if she had him all alone.

Kakashi’s thumb started unconsciously brushing over Madara’s knuckles.  Suddenly, Madara’s anger was forgotten.  “Come on,” he said, pulling Kakashi back with him to their former perch—he pointedly ignored the bird reference in favour of the man beside him. The author thought this was a smart choice.  In fact, if the author had to choose between cuddling with Kakashi and yelling at an omnipotent entity, she would have chosen Kakashi too.  Madara made his first smart choice of the day.

Madara continued to ignore the author.  He smirked smugly.  She was only jealous, after all.

“Stop teasing Author-chan,” Kakashi piped up, sitting back on the ground and dragging Madara with him. “She’s just going to be worse to you in the next chapter.”

Madara scoffed, “It’s impossible to look more pathetic than she made me out in that chapter.”

“You’d be surprised,” Kakashi teased.  Only, it wasn’t exactly teasing, since the ‘book’ he was reading was actually the first draft of the next chapter.

“WHAT?  She’s letting you read the chapter early?” Madara reached for the manuscript, but Kakashi deftly avoided his grabby hands.  “She told me that I couldn’t see them until they’re finished!”

“I’m her beta-reader,” Kakashi informed, pulling out a red pen and correcting something, conveniently proving his point.

“That’s not fair,” Madara pouted, crossing his arms petulantly.  “I’m the one who asked her to write it for you.”

Kakashi leaned over to kiss Madara quickly on his lips.  “That’s why I get to beta it.”

Things started to click together in Madara’s mind.  

“You…you’re why I always look so desperate in these chapters!?”

Kakashi’s eyes went wide as he unconsciously stiffened.  Madara automatically knew he had messed up.  But what had he said?  Madara was the one who looked like a fool, like he couldn’t control himself around Kakashi, not the other way around.  What did Kakashi have to be upset by?

Oh.

Oh.

Madara got on his knees, crawling to close the small distance between them.  One hand went to the back of Kakashi’s neck, while the other pushed the manuscript aside.  “Why don’t you put that down, and I’ll show you just how desperate you make me…”

Kakashi, eyes wide, let the book drop from now limp fingers as he pulled Madara towards him with his legs. Madara’s now free hand slipped under Kakashi’s mask, and with one last smirk, he caught Kakashi’s lips with his own.

The author left to eat dinner, giving the lovers some privacy.

AN: yeah, that’s right.  I ended it there lol.  I hope you enjoyed it!  I’m not sure whether I should post this on FF/AO3, so if you have an opinion on what I should do with it, i’d love to know.  I can either post it as the next chapter, or make a ‘Holiday Specials’ thing.  I like the idea of doing goofy one-shots for the holidays, as a way of celebrating.

Happy April Fools’ Day!  I hope you didn’t have any mean pranks played on you.

Btw, this was unbeta’d, as my beta is currently occupied with a certain pouting Uchiha.

[sassiperere]

I could not make this shit up if I wanted to I have just gone trough the most surreal experience of my life

so today was my first day with the basics of animation course. real fun real doozy. theres only 5 people in it.

One of them is the one I will refer to as Ollie to hide his name. Ollie is like, 40 or something. He's always been very in touch with art but his family wasnt exactly rich and everyone is like a truck driver so he didnt have a lot of support. He moved from São Paulo to Gravataí, a city very near the one I live, Porto Alegre. He's mainly a comic artist and he did some other animation courses but never formerly studied the basics, hence why he's in this course

He mentioned he has a DeviantArt and that he does commissions and earns a good buck from them. During interval I went to talk to him and see if I could get some tips on how to raise visibility so I can get some money with my commissions.

You Will Not Believe What Happens Next

He told me pretty much how to make a commission anouncement post and all that and he made sure I wrote there what I could NOT draw because the internet was weird. To which I replied yeah I know

And this dude

He just looks at me and asks dead serious

"Do you know what vore is?"

I could not make this shit up if I wanted to.

He asked me if i knew what vore was and how it was heavily requested

He told me about this story of this guy who commisioned him 40 comic pages and later cancelled. Ollie found out why the dude cancelled a few days later: some very famous furry artist did an auction in his Patreon and this fucking madman fucking offered to pay 1000 dollars per page and he commissioned 3 pages of furry vore.

He paid 3000 dollars for furry vore so he had to cancel all other commissions

Other iconic points touched in this conversation I had with Ollie were: "Do you know what furries are? Draw them" "There's a type of furry that is very popular: ponies. Especially my little pony ones" "Another big hit in the market are elastic girls. If you draw elastic furries you're set then"

I was in utter disbelief. This isn't even the worst part

This class was being taught by a man well in his 50s/60s who was a pioneer in brazilian animation and also a younger guy in the industry and founder of the movie company providing the courses.

These two aren't really aware of the informal art market, they don't know how commissions work. For them, earning money via art is either by pitching your idea to channels and getting funding for a series or movieor like, contracts with other companies as illustrators. They don't really know about commissionsguys 

Now rewind back to when Ollie asked me if I knew what vore was, to which I replied I did.

Then the pioneer in animation and an elder citizen makes the million dollar question

"I don't know what that is. Can you tell me?"

This thing happened right in front of my eyes. it happened and I was just in utter disbelief it couldnt be happening

Ollie immediately answered, he didn't bat an eye explaining what vore was to the teachers and the other 3 students.

Everyone's jaws hit the fucking floor

No one understood. No one could fully grasp the concept of a human being paying money for someone online to draw that for them just for the sake of having it. No one could comprehend the deeply complex mindsets of deviantart users. The gasps of raw surprise were endless

We are hitting the thrilling conclusion of my tale

Our activity today was to draw model sheets for a character we'll animate throughout the course. Ollie proclaims "I will draw my furry"

and I was like ok dude you know what that's fine there'a no problem with that. I myself actually drew a furry, I drew my inkling OC

And I was just you know its cool this guy aint so bad.

when we got to the classroom, this manshows me the artwork of the furry he was gonna draw and thats when it hit me

that's when I realized exactly what type of human I was interacting with this whole time

He showed me the most generic, anime furry fish bullshit with balloon tits I have ever seen.

i realizedi finally understoodt

his is the type of being i was interacting.

I've always seen these types of drawings online and I was like oh dude thats fucking embarassing no way anyone actually IS like this right????? how foolish.

how foolish of me.

You know those DA accounts with a bunch of neon colored titty furries with inflation fetish and weird elastic girls and boobs that take up the entire fucking screen?

I know the man behind the magic.

I have met in real life a person who sits on his computer and makes the conscioous choice of drawing that kind of content.

One could argue that he’s only doing it for the money but he chose one of those weird fish titty characters to animate throughout the course. He chose that of his own volition.

Either I have met someone who proudly draws fish balloon titties and thinks its perfectly ok or he’s just so dead inside for dealing with fetishists online that he no longer wants to hide it.