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There's white bullshite (aka snow) falling, and we hates it.(ÂŹĐŽÂŹă)
My cat lady customer was very sweet, and paid full price for a mix up that happened years ago, but took her forever to get back to me about getting it done, so eff yeah! o((*^âœ^*))o
Mr Boots kitty is having a hard time with the new pine pellet cat box, so we have to compromise and hide it in the old covered box, and see how that works. (^ă»Ïă»^ )
Idk if I'm happy or sad that I'm not going to be decorate for Xmas.ïŒâ-â*)
My Dude (@super-ultra-mega-kami-guru-blog) and I have concluded that we can be bumbling idiots. Lol... Like we're both smart, but damn are we forgetful and, just plain dumb sometimes. It's like we're related or something lol. (^âœ^ïŒ )ă
It's seasonal depression time, which means I'm back on watching comfort shows/movies, and barely any new stuff. But I have a ton on my list. Ugh.ăŸ(*ÂŽăŒ`)ă
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I've read up on your blog through a lot of Houseki no Kuni's manga. I liked your analysis though I gotta say come the last chapters, specifically since chapter 95, I didn't always agree with them.
I didn't need the end to be happy sunshine and rainbows, or the opposite, for Phos to go all revenge monster on the gems either. But at the end there, I felt like we all just accepted everything Ichikawa threw at us with no criticism, all that torture flattening the narrative's nuance, and if I didn't like it, I was seeing it through the wrong angle.
I know you don't act like that, which I appreciate. Throught all your reviews, you expressed understanding on why so many people disliked the story. Thank you for that, thank you for not being judgemental. And I'm glad you enjoyed the ride.
I just couldn't help but feel like so many story threads were left lose, and so many complete 180°s were thrown that didn't match the story or it's characters. Some people described it as a self-sabotaged narrative, and I see it. It wasn't enough to give me catharsis - especially with the character set up as the villain getting everything he wanted.
I guess I just had higher standards, which the story didn't meet. That is not a bad thing, after all.
I think my biggest gripe is with how Cairngorm's character was handled, and I'd like to include this here. The ambiguity of their predatory relationship was in poor taste, and remained unaddressed. I can see why so many of my friends left the series when that plot point happened. They deserved better.
Hi @intoxtinction! Thank you for sending me this message and sorry that it took me so long to finally respond. Real life has been kicking my butt and free time to do anything on here is a rarity. But I still wanted to write a response to you because I really loved your response! And yes, I saw the comment you left on my last HnK meta post. You're good; don't worry about it!
Thank you again for your kind words. I'm glad that you like my posts, even if they sometimes become long, nonsensical rambles and especially if you don't agree with some of my points! I love that. Whenever I wrote my posts, I always try to keep an open mind and take into account that all fans are different and would have different views when it comes to works works like HnK. As far as I can see, HnK is one of those works that is supposed to draw up conversations because it's not a simple, straight forward story with clear distinction between black/white moral characters. Everyone who reads it is going to view the events in the story differently based on their own beliefs and even if everyone's views conflict with one another, I think it's fascinating and even wonderful. So even if I may not agree with some fans when it comes to certain aspects of HnK, I never hold it against them. I don't want to demonize anyone for how they interpret the story, at least not too harshly anyways. I know when I'm biased, but I don't let that stop me from at least trying to understand where other fans are coming from. HnK was such a fascinatingly complex and unconventional story, and the fact that it can spur many views and feelings from people is one of the reasons whyI liked the series.
With that being said, however, I also think it's important to be open to properly critique our favorite works. HnK is not immune from these critiques, because for as much as I enjoyed following the story over the past couple of years, there are many aspects in the overall story that were far from satisfying. So many loose ends, incomplete character arches, and questionable story decisions... After being away from the story for some time now, it's become more apparent that there were many aspects to the HnK that has me question Haruko Ichikawa's story telling abilities. Don't get me wrong, she's shown to be a very fascinating storyteller and I overall liked what she created. But when it comes to the incomplete story threads for all of the other characters besides Phos, I can't tell if some of Ms. Ichikawa's decisions were intentionally left up for interpretation or if their stories were just not important to complete since at the end of the day, HnK is about Phos's story. One of these decisions I question the most about is Cairngorm's story arch, so I couldn't agree more with you, @intoxtinction. Cairngorm was done dirty in so many ways and they deserved a more satisfying ending to their story.
I was planning on writing two last posts that would be focusing on these topics. But because life has been kicking my butt too much lately, I don't know when they will be out, if at all at this point. But if I'm able to complete them, I hope you'll get the chance to read them and share your own thought. And again, it's totally fine if you don't agree with my points; I'd still love to read them!
#response#houseki no kuni#land of the lustrous#hnk meta#personal thoughts#personal opinion#good observation#different opinions#hnk manga#story analysis#story critique#hnk spoilers#hnk spoiler#ask box#ask response
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Well since my Tumblr page ended up becoming more Monster High based then I originally intended, it feels appropriate to share the idea for a Monster High OC I've had for awhile.
Plus it's easier to do it in one chunk here than it would be in a massive thread over on Twitter or Bluesky.
That said, I'm still going on the shorter version of her origin that I can be used in G3 since other origin involves going WAAAAAAY back into my fanfic writing to my old Kim Possible stuff and the Kigo kid I made & moving her into Monster High with a friend's Kigo kid and it's a whole thing. If anyone's interested I'm willing to write out the whole thing.
Now, the short version is that the OC is a Frankenmonster/cyborg mash-up I like to call a "Frakenborg". I also call her Synthia because, you know, she's a synthetic person & that feels like the perfect punny Monster High style name to me. I say she works easiest for G3 since Frankenstein creatures are just a type of monster there. So it's entirely possible another scientist made a monster mixed with people & robotic parts.
And honestly I just think it's a cool idea.
I have yet to get a pic of her done but I do have a description that I am just going to copy and paste from another Discord message with an artist friend cause...well I'm lazy.
So here goes:
Anyway, this one is actually a Monster High OC since that's my current hyper-fixation. She's a combination Frankenstein monster/cyborg that I like to call a "Frakenborg". So the right side of her body is organic but colored pale blue with stitches over it while her left side is copper colored cybernetic parts. I'm thinking her head would look like Cyborg's from Teen Titans. You know, top half all robotic but still with a full mouth & chin. Then metal arm from the left shoulder down and a metal leg from her upper thigh down.
She has long purple hair on her right side along with a green eye on that side then a red lens on her robotic side. Outfit wise, she has a sleeveless button up top that's black on the right side and white on the left side paired with a skirt that's white on the right side and black on the left side. Then she has a pair of red suspenders and a blue stripped tie along with a raspberry berret(yes inspired by the Prince song) along with a black knee high boot on her right side and a white ankle boot on her left side. Also a black fingerless glove on her organic hand.
I hope all that made sense
I'm hoping to get a pic of her done sometime & if anyone here would like to take a shot at her please be my guest! And her outfit is a mismatch of styles to reflect her mismatch of parts. I just picture her as someone who really leans into being made up of different things and lets that reflect in who she is. If I gave her a jacket or coat, it would totally be based on the Sixth Doctor's mismatch coat cause I LOVE that thing!
So that's all I have now. Thank you for anyone who actually took the time to read through all my rambling nonsense. Whenever I do get some pics of Synthia done I'll definitely be sure to post them here.
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what about....... đ» for thomastair, with the plot "there's only one bed"? thank u đ„ș
i know we're all going off about ariadne & alastair right now but I wanted to get this posted!! thomastair fluff with a little angst. i hope you like this, it was a lot of fun to write! pls check the end for disclaimers, i also cross-posted to AO3. only content warnings are discussion of grief and brief mention of racism.
prompt:Â âthereâs only one bedâ
âYouâre in luck!â the innkeeper declared. âThere are four rooms left.âÂ
âThank you, sir,â James responded without question. Four rooms, eight people. âWeâll take them.â James paid the gentlemen and turned to his friends.Â
Lucie pouted. âI suppose that means Daisy and I canât share a room.âÂ
It was a trying journey, dragging a group of eight along into rural England, but they needed to find the portal that continued to allow Belial a connection to this realm, and their only leads were here. It was the sole way to stop Belial for good. It began as just the Merry Thieves, of course, but then Lucie and Cordelia caught wind of it, and they couldnât refuse. From there, it was Alastair, who refused to allow his sister to go without him, despite the animosity that still sat between him and the other boys, and Jesse, who insisted that this was the only way to save Grace and free her from Belialâs - and their motherâs - control. As such, the eight of them departed. It might not be ideal to travel with so many people, but it did allow them to split into smaller groups relatively easily - unless, of course, those groups were sharing a room with each other.Â
Without Alastair and Jesse, it would be simple: Lucie with Cordelia, James with Matthew, and Thomas with Christopher. However, no one really knew Jesse all that well apart from Lucie, and they certainly didnât trust Alastair enough to leave Jesse with him for a night. Most logically, the girls would stay with their brothers, but Lucie had been excited about the idea of a âsleepoverâ with Cordelia all day. The weather was beginning to become treacherous, as it sometimes did during English winters, and they knew they would need to retreat to an inn that evening.Â
âNonsense, Lucie,â Thomas said a little more quickly than seemed logical. âI can stay with Alastair, and Iâm sure one of you doesn't mind staying with Jesse.â He eyed his friends. âYou two should enjoy yourselves; itâs been a difficult couple of days.âÂ
Lucieâs eyes lit up eagerly. âOh, Thomas, are you sure?âÂ
Matthewâs eyes had darkened and he repeated, âYeah, Tom, are you sure?âÂ
Alastair rolled his eyes and ignored the fact that they were solely debating who would have the displeasure of spending the night in the same room as him.Â
âI said so, didnât I?â was Thomasâ reply.Â
âIâll stay with Jesse,â James offered before the discussion could continue into more hurtful territory.Â
The innkeeper led them to their rooms, and they settled for the night.Â
Alastair gritted his teeth when he saw that instead of two single beds, there was one double. He sighed. âI can go ask for extra blankets; Iâve slept in worse places.â
Thomas paused for a second in confusion. âDonât be daft, Carstairs, the bed is plenty big enough for the both of us.â He turned his head sideways. âThough it might be a bit shortâŠâÂ
âYou donât have to-âÂ
âI said, donât be silly. Weâre here to rest, thatâs all.âÂ
Alastair grunted but didnât push it further. They continued in relative silence as they took turns changing behind the folding screen and freshening up at the wash bin. Finally comfortable, Alastair settled into the armchair beside the bed with the book heâd brought along and tried to consume himself enough in the reading that he could ignore that just a few feet away from him was the very tall, very muscular, very attractive man who hated him.
It wasnât working.Â
âWhat are you reading?âÂ
Alastair bit his lip. He hated when people interrupted him while he was reading, but he supposed he wasnât really reading at all, just pretending to. The cover of the book was plain, a deep red leather with no writing. Whenever he was around folks who were not his family, he was careful to position himself in a way that no one would be able to see the writing inside - writing that did not use the Roman alphabet. He always felt more comfortable with Thomas, though, for some odd reason. He sighed. âDivan-e Shams.â He tilted the book towards Thomas so he could see a bit of the Farsi poetry written inside.Â
âWould you read some to me? Iâve forgotten my reading material.âÂ
Alastair flashed him an incredulous look. âWhat an important thing to forget.âÂ
âYes,â Thomas sighed. âI have realized. SoâŠ?âÂ
Alastair rolled his eyes and did his best to translate. âMy desert is without end, my soul, my heart must tear. The world here-âÂ
âNo, no,â Thomas interrupted. âIn Persian.âÂ
Alastair pushed away some of his shock. After all, Cordelia had said that Thomas had been studying the language with Lucie. âRight,â he amended before beginning again. Around the same spot, though, he cut himself off.Â
âWhatâs the matter?âÂ
âItâs just⊠itâs meant to be sung. It feels strange saying it.âÂ
âSing it, then.âÂ
Alastair stared at him for a moment. Was this some sort of trick? Was he going to run off to his schoolboy friends the moment he was finished to laugh about what he had done? Was he doing it to get revenge? He pondered all of the possibilities, but his mind rested on just one thought: that perhaps it would be worth it, to play into some cruel trick, if it meant he could say that heâd sung to Thomas Lightwood, even just once.Â
âI mean⊠You donât have to, but you can. If you wanted,â Thomas said quickly, realizing that he might have made Alastair uncomfortable.Â
Alastair cleared his throat and began to sing. He made sure to keep his voice soft and low as he made his way through the ghazal, careful to not allow anyone to hear through the walls. Cordelia would never let him live it down if she heard. He finally looked up at Thomas, who was staring at him intensely.Â
âThat was beautiful.âÂ
He raised an eyebrow. âDid you understand any of it?âÂ
Thomas grinned. âNot a word.âÂ
Alastair chuckled. âThatâs alright. Mevlevi - I believe you folks call him Rumi - was a genius. He crafted phrases in a way⊠Well, Iâm not sure Iâve ever seen anything else quite like it. He gives new meanings to old words and uses quite a bit of wordplay, speaking of love and loss and longing⊠I used to think it was a tragedy, truly, that English speakers could not understand, but now⊠itâs nice. Like a secret only I, and, well, Persia, have access too.â He bit back a smile as he rambled. While the books he had were from his mother, she never had much of an interest in it all, nor Cordelia, so heâd never had anyone to muse about the poet with before.
âI can see why you enjoy it so much. Iâm not sure Iâve ever heard something so beautiful before. I didnât even know you could sing.âÂ
Alastair felt his brain sputter a bit. Heâd become so entranced with the language before him that heâd forgotten that he had just sung it to Thomas. He felt his face flush, and he was grateful that it is difficult to see against his dark complexion. âOh⊠It was nothing. I mean, I donât, really. Itâs just something my mum taught me.âÂ
âItâs incredible,â Thomas said in awe, his face glowing a faint pink. âI, uh, I write songs, you know. I mean, Iâve never told anyone, least of all you, so, you wouldnât know, but now you do. Just in my head, I mean. Well, sometimes I write them down. Iâm not very musically inclined.â His face was growing redder by the second.Â
Alastair was careful not to grin too widely. âSing one, then.âÂ
âWhat?â Thomas squeaked.Â
âWell, you donât have to, but you can, if you want to.âÂ
Thomas threw him a quick glare for repeating his words and then took a deep breath. He was silent for a bit, but then he began to sing, careful not to look towards Alastair. âI woke up thinking you were still here, my hands shaking with regret. I've held this dream for such a long, long time, and now I want to wake up to the rhythm of a wild heart that beats, that beats like a drum.Â
âYour light, it follows me in darkness. I'm trying hard, but I can't win, and I've played the victim for a long, long time, and I wanna grow up from the rhythm of a younger heart, it leads, just like a river runs.âÂ
Alastair stood from the armchair and moved to where Thomas was sitting on the edge of the bed, placing a gentle hand on his knee. âThatâs beautiful, Thomas,â he said softly. âI didnât⊠I know I didnât know her, but Iâm sure sheâd love it.âÂ
Thomas turned away from him sharply, his lip trembling and tears beginning to fall down his cheeks.Â
Alastair took the other boyâs hand, cupping it firmly between his own, as if just to say, Iâm here with you. âItâs alright.âÂ
âNo, itâs not,â Thomas said, trying futilely to wipe away his tears. âWe were having a moment, and then I ruined it.âÂ
âYou didnât ruin anything,â he replied gently. âYouâre allowed to have feelings, Thomas. You shouldnât just push them away.â
Thomas scoffed. âWhat do you suggest I do then? Mask my pain with cruel, horrible lies about those who have done nothing to deserve them like you do?âÂ
Alastair dropped his hand and stood up, backing away from Thomas. He was silent for a moment. âYouâre right. You are. But Iâm trying, Thomas, I really am. I donât want toâŠâ I donât want to be my father, he wanted to say, but he couldnât. âI donât want to be the kind of person who takes my hurt out on others anymore, and Iâm trying. I swear it.âÂ
âI know,â Thomas said softly. He was silent for a moment. âI understand why you did it.âÂ
Alastairâs jaw tightened reflexively.Â
âMatthew said some awful things about⊠about the way you look, and your father, and⊠the incident. You were in a bad way already.âÂ
Alastair was speechless. Heâd forgotten that Thomas was present for that. He hadnât shared any of it with Thomas, not his insecurities about his heritage, nor his father, and certainly not the horrible, world-altering guilt over Cliveâs death that still sat in the depths of his soul years later.Â
âThat doesnât make what you said okay.âÂ
âIt wasnât.âÂ
âYou werenât trying to hurt me.âÂ
âI was not.âÂ
âYou were trying to hurt Matthew.âÂ
He sighed. âI was.âÂ
âAnd you did.âÂ
âI did.âÂ
âAnd perhaps he deserved some of it.âÂ
âNot what I did, though.âÂ
âNo, not what you did.âÂ
âI took it too far.âÂ
âYou did.âÂ
âI know. Iâve known since the moment I said it. Iâve regretted it since the moment I said it.âÂ
âI know.â
âI donât think that itâs something that can be fixed, though.âÂ
âWith Matthew? Maybe not.âÂ
âWhat about with you?âÂ
âThereâs nothing to fix, Alastair.â
âI thought you hated me.âÂ
âI wanted to hate you because you hurt Matthew. But⊠I think the world is just a little more complicated than Iâd like it to be.âÂ
Alastair sat back down on the bed, though farther from Thomas this time.
âIs that⊠Is that why you dyed your hair? Because of the things he said?â
Alastair attempted to hide the way he physically flinched.Â
âIâm sorry, I shouldnâtâve-âÂ
âDo you think heâs the only one?â he interrupted. âDo you think I havenât been laughed at or ridiculed or worse, suspected to be dangerous or a thief, my entire life just because of how dark my hair and eyes and skin are?â Â
âIâm sorry,â was all Thomas could find to say. âMatthew still shouldnâtâve said those things. Iâm sorry I never stopped him.âÂ
Heâd left Alastair speechless yet again. The thought had never crossed his mind before, or perhaps it had, that Thomas could have ever spoken to Matthew about the kinds of comments he made on Alastairâs appearance. Though, the longer he pondered the idea, the more he wondered if he had held some sort of small resentment because of it, and never realized. âThat wasnât your responsibility.âÂ
âPerhaps not, but I could have tried.âÂ
He stared at him for a moment. Never in his life had felt so seen, so understood. In fact, he had many carefully built walls to protect against just that. âHow do you do that?âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âHow do you⊠just know everything?âÂ
Thomas half-rolled his eyes. âI donât know everything. I just watch, and I observe, and I try, somehow, to understand. Youâre not as complicated as you wish you were, you know.âÂ
He had a startling thought as he wondered whether anyone had ever watched him as closely as Thomas had. âCordelia would disagree with you.âÂ
âHm, I just might have to share with her the secret to you, then.âÂ
Alastair glared at him, but he was grinning now. âDonât you dare.âÂ
âFor the record, you know⊠I prefer dark features. Personally, I mean.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âOh, yes, Iâm sure there were many striking dark-haired women back in Madrid.âÂ
âHm,â Thomas pondered in an exaggerated way. âI donât know⊠Though, there was certainly an attractive dark-haired someone that I met when I visited Paris.âÂ
âWell, I would hope so,â Alastair deadpanned. âBecause according to you, we just shared a moment.â
Thomas cringed. âI had hoped youâd forgotten Iâd said that.âÂ
âMe? Never.âÂ
âDoes this⊠Does this mean weâre okay now?â Thomas was slow and cautious as he spoke.Â
âYes, I think it does.âÂ
He breathed a sigh of relief.Â
âI could help you, you know, with your songs, if you wanted, once we return to London. With that one, or others. I can play the piano.âÂ
Thomas narrowed his eyes. âYou can play the piano?âÂ
Alastair shrugged. âWell, I used to, but I havenât in a while.âÂ
âWhy did you stop?âÂ
He bit his cheek as he thought. This was where he should say he grew bored of it, that it simply no longer interested him, or perhaps suggest that they should go to sleep, as they were both dreadfully tired, or even whip out a line cutting and cruel. He had meant what heâd said to Thomas, though, that he no longer wanted to be so heartless and closed off. âI donât know⊠I used to play a lot with my mother when I was young. Then, life got too busy⊠Iâd still play, but usually when my parents were fighting or when something was happening that I didnât want Cordelia to overhear. I could just⊠start playing and everything else would just melt away. After a while, though, it was just hard to play without thinking about all of the bad memories.âÂ
There was more he wished to say, about how when he returned from the Academy he believed himself to be too corrupted and too broken to deserve to create anything beautiful, but this was a start.Â
âI wouldnât wish to remind you of any bad memories.âÂ
âPerhaps we could create some good memories, then.âÂ
âI⊠Iâd like that.âÂ
âWe should⊠we should probably sleep. Itâs gotten late, and weâre sure to be running around all day tomorrow.âÂ
Thomas nodded, and they both climbed into opposite sides of a bed that once seemed far too small, but now, too wide.Â
The exhaustion of the day finally creeping up on him, Alastair fell asleep almost instantly.Â
When he woke, he found himself face first into Thomasâ night shirt.Â
His head rested against Thomasâ chest, Thomasâ arm around his torso, their legs intertwined. He stared for a moment into the white of Thomasâ shirt, not daring to move. Should he? Theyâd flirted a bit the night before, but they were hardly even friends at this point. Was this too much, too far? The other boy seemed to be sleeping soundly, though, and from the sound of Thomasâ song and the circles heâd noticed under his eyes the past few months, he suspected that sound sleep might not be coming so easily to him nowadays. Therefore, the best thing would be not to move and risk startling Thomas from his rest. Besides, the room was quite chilly, and they could use each otherâs warmth.Â
Content with his decision to not move away from Thomasâ embrace, he allowed himself to fall back into a light, peaceful slumber, however long it would last.Â
It lasted, he would learn, until his little sister began banging on their door.Â
âBooooys,â she called. âAre you decent?âÂ
Alastair shot out of Thomasâ arms and fell onto the floor. He quickly straightened himself and hurried over to open it. âWhat do you want, Cordelia?âÂ
She grinned. âI just came to tell you that Lucie and I are eating breakfast downstairs. You should get ready.âÂ
âYou could have said that through the door.âÂ
âI know,â she smirked.Â
She started down the hall, and he closed the door, silently groaning.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Thomas asked.Â
âSheâs up to something,â he answered. âWe never should have left her and Lucie alone together. They probably spent all night scheming.âÂ
âPerhaps so,â he laughed. âOnly one way to find out, though.âÂ
Alastair sighed. âYouâre right. Okay, Iâll get ready quickly and go down, and then in five, maybe ten minutes, you can follow.âÂ
Thomas gave him an odd look, but didnât fight it. âAlright.âÂ
A few minutes later, he joined Lucie and Cordelia downstairs. Unsurprisingly, Lucie had her notebook and was scribbling away while Cordelia nursed a cup of tea. A cup of black coffee sat in front of the seat he was meant to sit in. He loathed English tea, compared to Persian tea it was nothing more than hot water. None of the other boys had come down yet.Â
âAlastair!â Lucie exclaimed when she noticed him. âDid you enjoy your night with Thomas?âÂ
Cordelia giggled.Â
âI⊠We slept, if thatâs what you are asking. That is what we were meant to do here, at an inn, wasnât it?âÂ
Cordelia raised an eyebrow. âWell, it was most peculiar, when I went to request an extra blanket last night, well, it certainly was not sleeping I heard from the hallwayâŠâÂ
âCordelia, you didnât-âÂ
âI did.âÂ
âYou heard Alastair singing-âÂ
âHe was. In Persian.âÂ
âIn Persian,â Lucie said the words succinctly with no expression on her face, as if she was laying out a fact during a murder trial.Â
Once again, Alastair was grateful that no one could see him blush. âDid you two actually get any rest last night or did you just spend it gossiping about me?âÂ
âNot just you,â Lucie replied. âYou and Thomas.âÂ
âWhy do you keep saying his name like that?âÂ
âYouâre welcome, you know,â Cordelia declared smugly.Â
Alastair let out an exasperated sigh. âWhat?âÂ
âIt was all part of the plan, Alastair,â Lucie answered.Â
âIt was quite brilliant, actually,â Cordelia supplied. âIt was all Lucieâs idea. She knew that if we were to stay at an inn, Thomas would jump at the chance to spend a night with you.âÂ
âAnd he did, as expected, without hesitation,â Lucie confirmed.Â
âThe only issue, of course, being me, because weâd be far too obvious a pair for him to try to argue against.â Lucie nodded along to Cordeliaâs explanation. âSo, Lucie spent all day musing about how much sheâd love to spend the night with me, just in case the opportunity arose.âÂ
âAnd it did!â Lucie squealed.Â
âSheâs been planning this since the engagement party,â Cordelia finished.Â
âThe engagement party?â he responded incredulously. âThat was ages ago!âÂ
âAnd it has finally come to fruition, has it not?â Lucie babbled excitedly.Â
He didnât give her the dignity of replying. âI only have one question, though - how did you know there would only be one bed?âÂ
Lucieâs eyes widened. âThere was only one bed!â she squealed as she began furiously scribbling into her notebook once again.
DISCLAIMERS: I donât speak Farsi and the translation that Alastair makes is actually from this document. Itâs the poem on page 9 and 10 if you want to check it out! Also, the song that Thomas sings isnât mine, itâs adapted from âLike A River Runsâ by the Bleachers. I tried to write something, but Iâve never experienced what Thomas has, and itâs a very beautiful song written about the loss of Jack Antonoffâs sister. You should listen to it! Though, I imagine Thomasâ version to be a bit less upbeat.
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đčđŒđŽ for both Grace and Eliot! :-D
Ooh, Grace and Eliot!! I would be more than happy to talk about my Buffy OCs. Thank you for the ask!!
đč- What's this oc's biggest fear?
Grace - Her biggest fear will actually be revealed in either chapter three or four, depends on how much I ramble in the next chapter, but Iâll try to answer without giving away too much of a spoiler. Despite being psychic her entire life, Grace has only seen her own death once. There are still endless possibilities, because future visions are not always accurate, but the death that she saw is her greatest fear. Not dying itself, she knows thatâll happen eventually no matter what she does, but that one specific way of dying has become her greatest fear.
Eliot - Before Sunnydale, Eliot didnât have any great fears. Not scared of heights, water, the dark, enclosed spaces, any animals or insects, or even death because he expected heâd be dead long before now. After Sunnydale and meeting who he affectionately calls his three idiots, he gains one fear. Losing them. Losing Grace, Spike, and Angel is his greatest fear. Having to live without them is something he tries not to even think about.
đŒ- What's your favorite thing about this oc?
Grace - My absolute favorite thing? I love writing Graceâs visions and what she gets up to when she disassociates. The visions are all over the place, past to future, and the riddles are fun. I have a separate document just for explaining Graceâs visions. So if anything ever sounds like nonsensical gibberish, it isnât. It all means something. Then thereâs another document for everything that Grace does when she loses time, which may or may not be posted once itâs revealed why she doesnât remember what happens during her disassociated moments. Itâs all terrifying for her and driving her a little crazy, but itâs very fun for me because I get to stretch my creativity. (Although, sometimes I write things that I donât remember writing. There was a section in chapter two that I read while doing my pre-post edit that I didnât remember writing at all, so Iâm assuming that was Grace taking over for a bit. Or my complete lack of sleep. One of the two.)
Eliot - I havenât had a chance to write for him much yet, but I love how absolutely done he is at all times. Heâs a human thatâs been fighting demons and vampires since he was a teenager, he turned it into a career, but he still believes that demons can be good and humans can be evil. He sees the world in shades of gray, and heâs over the whole all-demons-must-die thing. Also, Apocalypses? Over âem. He saw Apocalyptic signs before coming to Sunnydale, so the world trying to end once a year barely even phases him anymore. All Eliot wants is some coffee and good company, and I love that for him.
đŽ- Who is this oc's favorite person?(Can be another oc, a fictional character, a celebrity, anyone)
Grace - Besides Eliot, her favorite person is Angel. They do get off to a rocky start, but their friendship really does become solid and so strong. Thereâs nothing they wouldnât do for each other, despite knowing the worst parts of each other. Whenever something happens, the first person they look for is each other. Eliot might be the love of her life, but Angel is her soulmate. No matter what happens in their lives, they will always have each other.
Eliot - Besides Grace, his favorite person is Spike. He canât really explain why, doesnât really understand why himself, but he doesnât care. Spike is his closest friend. With a chip or without a chip. With a soul or without a soul. None of that matters. He and Spike are honest with each other, brutally honest, and they respect each other. Grace might be the love of his life, but Eliot will absolutely kill someone for Spike or die for him if needed. No questions asked.
#answered ask#wordspin shares#oc: grace blackburn#oc: eliot greenwood#fic: things are getting a little hazy#buffy the vampire slayer#otp: crawling through fire#brotp: pet project#brotp: it had to be you#i rambled a bit too much#but i just love them so much
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â  JESSICA ALEXANDER  .  CIS FEMALE  .  SHE / HER    ⧜ â have  you  seen  the  786  latest  post  ?  sources  say  they  have  some  serious  dirt  on  the  child  of  a  big  time  COUNTRY MUSIC STARS  .  they  havenât  revealed  who  it was  yet  but  my  best  is  on  MADISON  DARLING  !  ever  since  that  last  update  about  how  she  ALLEGEDLY GOT CAUGHT SPORTING A BABY BUMP LAST YEAR BEFORE GHOSTING EVERYONE  i  donât  put  anything  pass  them  .  i  mean  ,  these  celebrity  kids  are  just  out  of  control  .  they  do  whatever  they  want  ,  whenever  they  want  and  are  ungrateful  in  the  process  !!  i  mean  take  MADDIE  for  example  ,  theyâre  a  TWENTY THREE  year  old  DANCER  ,  and  what  did  they  do  to  get  there  ?  have  famous  parents  !  like  hello  ,  just  because  you HAVE BEEN IN MUSIC VIDEOS WITH A-LIST MUSICIANS doesnât  mean  you  actually  deserved  it  .  iâm  glad  the  786  is  taking  them  down  a  notch  .  itâs  about  time  someone  does  .
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hey ... hey ... how yâall doinâ ? iâm sooo excited to be here , besties ! sorry iâm late with the intro , itâs been a looooong weekend for me but iâm eager to get the ball rolling . so hereâs the rundown , the google doc has a full bio + more stats + headcanons but i donât expect anyone to actually read all that nonsense so iâve tried my best to sum it up below ( itâs still kinda long tho iâm sorry yâall i ramble too much ). iâm always down to talk plots & threw a few wanted connection ideas at the bottom , so feel free to hmu on discord any time <3 but yes okay letâs get into it
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đđźđ„đ„ đ§đđŠđ. madison dallas darling .  đ§đąđđ€đ§đđŠđ(đŹ). maddie , mads .  đđšđ. april 14 , 1998 .  đđ đ. twenty - three .  đłđšđđąđđ. aries sun , libra moon , leo asc .  đ đđ§đđđ«. cis female .  đ©đ«đšđ§đšđźđ§đŹ. she / her .  đŹđđ±đźđđ„ đšđ«đąđđ§đđđđąđšđ§. bisexual .  đđąđ«đđĄđ©đ„đđđ. nashville , tn .  đĄđđąđ đĄđ. 5ft 5in .  đđđźđđđđąđšđ§. high school diploma .  đšđđđźđ©đđđąđšđ§. dancer / realty tv personality .  đđđŠđąđ„đČ đŠđđŠđđđ«đŹ. robert ârobbieâ darling - father . dixie darling - mother . delaney darling - sister .  đđ«đđąđđŹ. compassionate , imaginative , family-oriented  , devoted , generous , sympathetic , idealistic , self critical , naive , competitive , indecisive , impressionable , elusive , sensitive .
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tw : things like shitty controlling parents , injury , & pregnancy are mentioned
  born & raised in nashville , tennessee , madison is the daughter of two country music icons ( basically blake shelton & miranda lambert ) & has only ever known a life in the spotlight . her parents were a widely adored it couple who shared their lives with millions of viewers across the world with their reality tv show . at 7pm cst you could tune in to watch robbie & dixie raise their two daughters - having some good olâ wholesome family fun while juggling responsibilities that come with being famous artists . to any outsider looking in , they seemed like the perfect family . a loving father , a supportive mother , two prim & proper daughters that collected accolade after accolade in every pageant & talent competition they ever entered . but you shouldnât believe everything you see on tv , even if itâs deceptively labeled as ârealityâ .
  when the cameras werenât rolling , the darling sisters were left under their motherâs restrictive control . dixie darling treated her daughters more like dolls than living beings , madison & delaney were basically pretty little accessories . while robbie never dared to mistreat his daughters , he was around a lot less than the show made it seem - often touring the world rather than spending quality time with his girls . plus , dixie & robbie seemed to endlessly fight with one another - nearly every childhood memory madison has of her parents involves them yelling . if she wanted to see them looking happy & in love , sheâd have to tune in to the fabricated reality on their own show to get a taste of what a happy , loving family looks like .Â
  you canât be a child of dixie darling without being exploited in some way . while delaney was pushed into the music scene , madison was shoved into the world of dance . she took every class that was offered & practiced for hours upon hours to perfect her craft . her sister had taken after their folks with the singing voice of an angel & the looks to rival that of miss universe , meanwhile maddie was good for two things : dance & doing whatever her mother said . so when dixie said to twirl , she twirled , when she said do a grand jetĂ©, maddie asked how high & then over performed like the good little girl she was trained to be .
  it wasnât until her parents got divorced & maddie moved to miami to be with her sister , her father , & her fatherâs new girlfriend that she sort of came out ( or more accruately described as dragged out ) of her timid , non - confrontational , subservient shell . with a longer leash , she had more freedom to roam far & wide . no one tried to tell her what to do or who to talk to & considering she was just a privileged teenager with endless funds & the status to get away with just about anything , you can imagine how badly that went . every mistake she made was broadcasted onto peopleâs televisions or headlined in tabloids . it was stressful , growing up & messing up all under the watchful gaze of millions of people who felt entitled to berate her for her poor life decisions . just because they watched her grow up on tv didnât mean they actually knew anything about her . & yet so many people shared their unsolicited opinions on her & her life . it drove her insame .
  maddie wasnât handling the stress of being well known very well . she wanted a break from it all , to just go somewhere far away where no one knew her name & just live by herself . it was a silly dream . nothing sheâd ever actively pursue . but the universe has a funny way of giving us a taste of what we think we want just to teach us a lesson .Â
  so over a year ago , maddie found out that she was pregnant . it was a shock to say the least . she kept it a close guarded secret from everyone but her sister for awhile . not only was it a life changing development , but it was one thing that she was determined not to share with the rest of the world . with the idea of running away in continuous loop in the back of her mind , she came up with a plan to buy herself some time . she faked a really bad injury during a performance & let the media run with saying she might not be able to walk , let alone dance ever again . pushing the cover story even further , she claimed to be in need of intense physical therapy & sought after it in a luxurious private lodge in new zealand . thatâs where she stayed during her year away , letting no outsiders come visit while she figured out how she was going to move forward with this baby growing inside of her .
  so maddie finally got the break she was looking for even if it wasnât under the circumstances that she wouldâve liked . but she adapted to the situation . in her time away , she went through the entire pregnancy but it was basically decided for her by her parents that it was best to give the baby up for adoption . the little girl would be in good care by a couple that was a family friend of the darlings . better to bless someone who wanted a baby but couldnât have one than for maddie to keep her daughter when she wasnât in a place to take care of her . it broke her heart , honestly . she had grown quite attached to the baby & even entertained the idea of being a single mom even though she knew her own mom would never let that happen - it would go against the strict narrative that they try to put out there about the darling family .
  after a year away , maddie is back in miami without anyone knowing what really happened . she keeps using the âinjuryâ as the excuse for her absence from the spotlight . anyone really close to her might be able to tell that somethingâs off , but sheâs trying so hard to act like everything is fine & nothing has changed at all . she might even be able to get away with her lies - if it wasnât for that damn 786 website threatening to spill the tea & make her life hell .
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  a wannabe good girl gone bad but harbors a deep rooted fear of being a disappointment & a failure due to her momâs strict parenting style . so like she wants to be rebellious & come across as carefree but internally sheâs panic screaming always ( honestly relatable like same , girl )
  well - mannered in a sweet southern belle kind of way with her pleaseâs & thank youâs & calling everyone maâam & sir out of respect & what not
  biiiig mom friend energy . she just wants to make sure that everyone is taken care of . she can get very protective & a little helicopter parent-y with her friends . it probably has something to do with control issues that she doesnât realize she has but we donât have time to unpack that rn akjsdbk
  before her year away i want to say that she was a lot more people please-y / overly eager to please ?? like rarely said no to people that asked for favors , always agreed to any plans people invited her to out of courtesy , & what have you . but now i see her as being a little less patient than before & a little bit more unhinged & quick to shut down or snap
  guillable ! naive ! dumb as hell ! believes that everyone was raised with the same values as her & has a big of a heart like she does so sheâs easily subjectable to getting her feelings hurt & i say let it happen !!
  wants to be mysterious so bad but there is very little known about her & her life that isnât public knowledge . she could get shit on by a bird & itâll probably become a twitter highlight idk she just wants to believe sheâs imperceptible & acts all evasive in order to keep her private life private but that rarely ever has the desired effect
  one of those annoying rich & famous people thatâs like âi wasnât meant to be famous . i was meant to have a normal life & be a normal personâ but like !! she is actually so out of touch with reality & probably couldnât tell you how much milk is at the grocery store because she has people to do mundane day to day things for her . spoiled little privileged rich girl , letâs be real . her dad tried to keep her humble , idk what happened
  dance style / career is pretty much inspired by maddie ziegler but also not really bc i am very picky & choosey about which aspects of her career iâm pulling from
  boring on social media because she hardly ever posts & is very short with her captions & tweets when she does make an appearance online every blue moonÂ
  dodges questions about what sheâs been up to while she was gone like sheâs in the matrix or something . all that pr training her mom put her through when she was younger is coming in handy because she has not given a single honest , straight answer in the months sheâs been back . would rather talk about anything else than herself right now so donât be surprised if she pulls some random subject changes out of her ass if people get nosy . iâm sure the common conspiracy is that maddie was so embarrassed by the fall on stage that she went into hidingÂ
  delaney is the kim kardashian & britney spears of the family while madison is the kourtney & the jamie lynn xoxo
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ride or die , bad influence , frenemies , family friends , good influence , confidant , rival , girl squad , non judging breakfast club , childhood friend , unlikely friend , exes on good terms , exes on bad terms , neighbors , pr friendship , pr enemy , social media mutuals , party buddies , secret friend , secret hook - up , crush , friends with benefits , adventure buddy , enemy with benefits , dance partners , mentors , mentees , sibling like relationship , will they wonât they , people suspicious of her & her supposed âinjuryâ , father of her baby đ jk ..... unless
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Jonathan Stroud's newest book, The Outlaws Scarlett & Browne arrived today.
Needless to say I have already finished it lol,
So if you haven't had a chance to read TOSAB yet please don't read the rest of this post, there are spoilers
I have zero idea how to do read more, soooo sorry for clogging up your tags?
I'll probably do a more in-depth review later but here are some of my thoughts after literally just finishing the book 5 minutes ago:
I want to adopt Albert
I really loved the book
Stroud's worldbuilding, as always, was absolutely on point, I felt as though it was a completely different world but also the same, it was *chefs kiss* beautiful
I immediately loved Scarlett, she kind of has aspect of both Lucy and Lockwood with Lucy's harshness, attitude, boldness and people skills and Lockwoods calculations, timings, finesse and charm
It took me a while to warm up to Albert but by the middle of the book I absolutely adored him, he kind of reminded me of a mix of Bobby Vernon and Danny Skinner with his way of addressing people, lack of good timing and wit etc.
The villian was amazing, during the final scene I kept putting the book down to just process all of her lines and squeal at how cool she is, she really gave me Marissa Fittes vibes and Big M (as the skull would say) is one of my favourite characters, so needless to say, although I've already said it and I'm sure I'll say it again, I loved her. And I'm really intrigued about what's going to happen next with the plot
I know I keep making references to Lockwood & Co but it's only because I really can't help comparing them and I really liked the characters personalities and how familiar I felt with them because of reading Lockwood &Co
I also absolutely adored Scarlett and Albert's relationship with Joe and just Joe and Ettie as characters, they were really well done and I got a strong feel for how loyal Joe is and how much he loves Ettie, as well as how Ettie might struggle in the future being mute, it really gave us an insight to how the laws around deficiencies affect normal people on a personal level without shoving it in our faces and to do that at the same time as giving a more to the side character good motivation and depth was pure genius
Scarlett saying 'Thomas' in the final fight gives me the same vibes as Lockwood saying he thought Lucy was 'someone else' (meaning Jessica) so maybe we could have another dead sibling on out hands? I don't know, but I'm very curious and excited about it
I love how the people in the 'free lands' were portrayed through the book, at the start being spoken of as perfect and saviours while at the end being seen as cowardly and not much better than the others, while I started to see it coming by the middle, it was definitely a great pay off when it happened and fit in really well narratively
I think the Tainted were really creepy, during the descriptions of them, I couldn't help but grimace a bit, I found them to almost be as scary as the Fetch from The Hollow Boy was and the way that Albert described one of them as being just a normal girl his age when he saw into it's mind really freaked me out, I can not wait to see what's going to happen with them, there's definitely tonnes of potential there, especially with how they came to be
Talking about how things came to be, I must admit that I'm very intrigued by the 'Great Cataclysm', what it was and how it came to be
I literally couldn't not think about Chat Noir whenever this was mentioned lol, so I have come up with a very crack, doesn't explain anything, non-canon, completely for my own self indulgence, theory that this all took place during Chat Blanc when he cataclysmed like the entirety of France and destroyed the moon and stuff. The theory makes no sense, but that's what my, very twisted, way too fandom centric, mind came up with
Getting back on track, I also absolutely adored how the dynamic between Scarlett and Albert evolved, at the start feeling really rocky and less fun to read, with neither of them really trusting the other and both, especially Scarlett, feeling like they could snap at any second to a really comfortable dynamic that (yes, another Lockwood & Co reference, I can't help myself) that really reminded me of Lockwood and Lucy's dynamic during the final books at some points
Overall I loved it and am really sad that it will probably take what will feel like forever for another one to come out, probably shouldn't have read it all in 4 hours, but Oh well, I can just keep rereading it over and over again until another one comes out, just like all my other favourite books
If you made it this far then WOW, thank you for reading my nonsense rambling, I appreciate that, I literally just typed out my, probably very incoherent, thoughts out as I thought them
I have not proof read this so if there are mistakes then, whoops?
TLDR; TOSAB is an amazing book by a wonderful author and you should all go read it
Also if someone could explain to me how to do the whole 'read more' thing that would be super helpful because I have no idea how to do it and don't want to keep clogging up tags with these super long posts XD
#this post took forever to make lol#I hope you enjoyed my nonsensical rambling#and the book#it was really good#I love it#I hope I got that point across well enough in this post#go read all of Jonathan Stroud's book#I can confirm that they're all amazing#TOSAB#the outlaws scarlett and browne#the outlaws#the outlaws scarlett & browne#Scarlett McCain#Albert Browne#Lockwood and co#Lockwood & co#Jonathan Stroud#bartimaeus#I probably mentioned Lockwood and co far too much#but oh well#it's my favourite book series ever#just deal with it hahahahaha
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A short ramble.
Sometimes, I look back at my old posts and wonder how that poetry seemed to just spill unbidden. I wonder why it's stopped, if it's because the poetry has run dry.
In some ways, it has. I no longer feel like I'm splitting at the seams, no longer feel like I'm drowning in despair while pretending I've still got my head above the water.
I no longer feel like I've got to bottle everything up until I could finally spill things to a bunch of internet strangers that likely wouldn't think of it ever again.
...Five years ago, I started talking to someone who makes me feel like the sun has come out after a long, dark winter.
Shortly after I first started seeing him, he ran to give me a good-bye kiss and smacked his head along the way. He gave me a chaste peck on the lips, smiled, and said it was "worth it" as he closed the door.
I knew at that moment that I was falling, already.
Perhaps falling is the wrong word, because it felt more like I was running downhill straight into his arms. It was easy, to love him. It still is. He makes it easy.
I never knew until this relationship how... everything else couldn't even come close to what love truly is. When my strength fails me, he's standing right next to me and helping me continue. When I cry over nonsense, he's there to wipe away my tears and hug me until I'm better. There are so many little things I can't describe, building into a whole avalanche of love and I'm buried in it. Buried and happy.
He makes me feel like when I speak, someone listens. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the room. We anticipate each others' needs. When we have troubles, we communicate. My well of barely-suppressed emotions has dried up because... Well, I can talk to him. I don't feel like I have to walk on eggshells around him, because I know he'll take it in stride and we make compromises together.
He makes me laugh, he makes me sigh with exasperation whenever he makes terrible jokes that I secretly love. He tells me about things that heâs excited about, and sometimes it all goes over my head except for the wonderful expression on his face when he speaks about something heâs passionate about. He spends long hours talking with me about characters and worlds we've built together in our heads. I give him his space when he needs it and he gives me mine, but I know that if we asked... the other would give their undivided attention in a heartbeat. Itâs not that we make each other feel whole, but we fit together in a way I never knew I could fit with someone else. And I hope to be with him for the rest of our lives.
I'd held off on writing about him like this for so long because the words never felt right when I typed them out. It still doesn't feel like I'm doing him justice. I don't think it ever will. It feels like thereâs still so much I want to write about, so many things I canât even think to describe. But I know he deserves to be celebrated, and for once I wanted to write a long, rambling thing about joyful love instead of sadness. So here I am. Thank you to anyone else thatâs read this far.
I love you, my sweetheart.
I hope my words make you cry, you sappy fucker.
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not to be critical on main, but i think there is something to be said about the way some fandoms have become more and more monetized to the point where fancreator participation has skewed towards which fandoms are most profitable vs those who arenât. thereâs also definitely something to be said about fans who enter fandoms specifically because thereâs money to be made through commissions, zine sales, patron solicitations, etc. it is even more ironic that many of these fans are being able to establish what is and isnât morally consumable by driving out fancontent creators who create squicky content largely for free because content puritanism is more rampant largely due to the fandom participants being younger and thus much easier to manipulate with TERF rhetoric versus people who grew up in fandom and saw entire communities die out because of purges largely driven by predecessors of the current moral purity brigade.
then you look at the fandoms that just arenât popular in general, with three people, a shoe string, and someoneâs cat making up the audience, and the fancontent, tho minimal, is largely created for free and in service of building up and keeping together a community thatâs always on the verge of disappearing because of reasons out of their control (eg. no new content, books only four people have read, tv shows that only aired in south asia and were watched by kids whose parents let them watch starplus with them, so on and so forth).Â
and yet, even during the olden days (and iâll go back as far as the early 2000s since thatâs when i got involved in fannish activity), even larger fandoms with the most toxic of subsets (HP, shounen jumpâs Big Three, early days of SPN, etc.) had an understanding that fandom participation was an act of free will and probably one of the last communities left where participation wasnât charged an entry fee. you consumed, created, and reveled for free. for many people, it was a stepping stone into careers in original fiction and general artistry, while for others, it was a way to hobbetize skills that they were already using for their day jobs. fandom participation was, for even the largest of fandoms, an act of community participation because fandom, in its very essence, is a community made up of willing participants who can join and back out whenever they feel like it, a luxury that isnât allowed in day-to-day life.
no real point to this rambling nonsense, but i be thinkin, yâknow? i started off in the fannish space as a literal child, pretty much grew up participating in different fandoms during different milestones in my life, and now, almost twenty years after the first time i published a fanfic on ff.net, i see even the smallest of fandoms get infected by purity brigades touting friendship and magic, but like, these are the same characters that are sending out virtual mob hits because some clown shipped the wrong ship. markets are controlled with fear of persecution, and god forbid you post whacky content only you and two other people enjoy (shoutout to that one clown who decided to shame asta/liebe nation during the âis AMD astaâs pappy debacle,â i hope you have a truly awful day, and continue to have terrible, no good days!!).Â
what happens when the clowns in their circus start to ship the wrong ships? and even begin to entertain the idea of a problematique concept for a piece of fanwork? are they gonna start persecuting thought crimes? i mean, i think we all know the answer to that *coughYES BC PURITY CULTS ARE SELF-CANNIBALIZING STRUCTUREScough* but like, it still perturbs me is all. youâd think creating and consuming for free would teach people to appreciate that in the real world, free consumption is a luxury few people can experience. but like, instead of being thankful that sulema from mexico is drawing amazing fanart for free, you got katherine from ohio telling you to cancel sulema cuz sulema likes to draws the totties huge. never mind that katherine will now be charging you $30 for a sketch of said character with modest tetas. they wont create for free, of course not, theyâre broke and from ohio! now you gotta pay for some shit the homies from all over the world were creating for free cuz some loud white bitch said itâs problematique.
tl;dr: stop giving puriteens and moral purity brigade members your money and contributing to cult-like behaviors. read a book. go outside (with your mask). help your parents with their bills instead of stayed holed up in your room. maybe take a walk and think about what youâll make for dinner instead of staking your entire personality/identity on whether or not fuegoleon is white and inbred.
#the last line is a shoutout to the anon who kept sending me hatemail :'>#black clover#real talk#fandumb#sunday post before i go out with the homies#*3*
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Today still is not my ficversary, however, this time wereâ just one day off and I think this is as good time as any to make a small celebration post.
On 14th October last year, I posted my first story for Braime on AO3, after not publishing anything for almost 2 whole years. Although I had already started fiddling with writing before that moment, I had never thought Iâd end up posting anything for real.
But now a year later, here is list of things I have done:
Published 61,413 words
Written another 37,667 words (by quick calculation) that may or may not see the light of day eventually
Which, oddly, means Iâve shared more writing that Iâve scrapped or abandoned and I think thatâs beautiful
Successfully participated in a fic exchange with a story that also happens to be my longest complete story at 7,153 words
Published a story I first thought of well over year ago and I thought I couldnât write because it was too much of everything
Started a multichapter that I fully intend to see through to end, even if it takes me a year
Started several series that have multiple installments and I am quite happy with the pacing Iâve made for them
Finished a draft of fanfic from 2 years ago which still makes me very hopeful, when I think about it
Grown as a writer, I think, from the style to simply figuring the pacing of something thatâs larger than single, isolated scene
And last, but one of the most important, Iâve been inspired, awed and mind-fucked by authors that Iâve had chance to speak with, to even befriend, share my writing with
So here are some thank yous to the people who made this possible. Quite literally.
Thank you to @youholdthewaterâ and @bienchanterâ who are not really part of the fandom, but have faithfully encouraged my writing, even read it, listened to me whine extensively and hand held me through the whole process. And for actually pushing me to start writing, when I was still ânoo, I will fuck these characters up!â. (I did, but it was fun.)
Thank you to @nire-the-mithridatistâ who was also my first fandom friend to be like, nudge nudge, you should write if you keep whining about it. And then I did. And sheâs been enduring my still persistent complaining ever since, while also inspiring me at every turn with how she writes and sees the world, with the kind of person she is.
Thank you to @firesign23â who started as author-crush, but now Betas my stories?? Donât be afraid to yell in vicinity of your favorite people, kids, you might actually get to bug them with your brainmush ideas in few monthâs time so they can try to assemble them. I am so thankful for her support and warmth and the way we same brain-wave so much things. Our salt mines are legendary, but so is she.
Thank you to @avissâ who is wonderful well of stories, love and support, sometimes in form of the best cat photos in the world. Will we ever stop bouncing the âugh the way you write is great, I wish I could do that!â back and forth? No one knows.
Thank you @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determinedâ for her understanding just how it is to live with the brain we do, her interest in my stories when I myself couldnât muster it, for her sweetness. I will always wait as long as you need for your breathtaking writing and it means so much you might as well for mine.
Thank you to @ajoblotofjunk that I still canât believe reads my stories and listens to my nonsensical ramblings with nothing but support and encouragement. Whenever I even consider writing something epic sized, I always have to think âif I can do it just a little like sdwolfpup, I will have done wellâ.
Thank you to @letters-to-theo and @nossbean and @naomignome who have given me some of the most wonderful, engaging, joy-bringing and tear inducing comments on my stories I never thought I could have. And our conversations have been a bright spark on some really blurry days. You guys are dream come true.
But thatâs not all!! Thereâs so many wonderful authors that have contributed to this year and my writing, by just existing. If Iâve had the chance to talk with them, even if it is to assault them with music recs, even better. If I forgot someone, I am very sorry! It was not intentional. My brain is just going zoom zoom with names right now.
@albatrossisland @aliveanddrunkonsunlight @angel-deux-writes @brynnmck @ddagent @lionoflannistarth @luthienebonyx @kiraziwrites @kurikaesu-haru @pretty--thief @ofaclassicalmind @robotsdance @samirant @slipsthrufingers
Thank you, again, to everyone that writes, to anyone who reads, to anyone who engages in conversations. You make writing fun, bearable and actually... Just possible. Thank you for joining me on this year in writing, even if you didnât know youâre actually on this ride because youâre the scenery Iâm admiring.
#follow forever#in a sense#rainy's ficversary#if this doesn't tag anyone I will actually scream#rainy rambles
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Saturday Six (Stuff)
Back at the Farmer's Market today. Still annoyed about how I was spoken to the last time I was there. As if the market manager is my boss, which is not the case. And I'm still pissed that someone who I thought was my friend has broken my confidence.( àČ àČ )
There was an ambulance at the market today too. And I had to make the cringe/awkward smile thing you make when you have to interact with a MAGAT pos (they were wearing the propaganda that's how I knew). Also my weirdo neighbor showed up and didn't even recognize me.Ù©(âąÌ€Ìá”âąÌ€Ìàč)á”á”á”á”á”á”
My windshield leaked during the thunderstorm we had last night, so I'm going to have to take it to my landlords again.(*ïœăžÂŽ*)
The Dudette hates her new job, which is unsurprising being that it's Walmart. And some person had to go and be a dickhead to her on her first real day.ïŒâ-â*)
My suit for the wedding that's coming up soon is going to be fantastic! All the way down to my sapphire sparkly shoes!âÏ(ïœâÂŽ)Ï
Business is really shite right now and idek what to do. I need some good vibes for some projects before I leave for Wales. (àčâąÌ Ï âąÌàč)
#Saturday Six#About me#Personal#Please do not rebloggle#August 17 2024#Carey rambles about life and stuff and things and how it's all kinda shite rn but I'm looking forward to having a good time in Wales anyway#Even though I won't have any money it looks like#Which is not good because I'll have ask the parental units or my BFF ugh#Anyway I hope you all are having a good day or night wherever you are in the world#Thank you for reading my nonsensical rambles whenever I post them here#I appreciate y'all so much#Hugsss from mom or just a friend whatever you need right now because I know I need hugsss rn Ù©(àčâąâĄ-àč)Û¶âœâ€âŒâ€đđđđâ€ïžđđđ#Now back to your regularly scheduled programming
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The Fiancé: Chapter Three
Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Plus-Size Reader
Rating: The whole series will be E, 18+ Only
Summary: A lie about your best friend at a Christmas party spirals into world news, but a previously unknown threat leaves you having to now live the lie of Steve Rogers being your fiancé.
Originally based on the prompt âCharacter Aâs ex will be at the Christmas Party A is attending. Character B poses as Aâs fiancĂ©,â by @alloftheprompts.
A/N: The whole series will include swearing, alcohol, threat, violence, protected sex, and more tags to be added!
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You, Me, and The World
âRight...â
Sheâs looking at you, youâre looking at her.
âI didnât tell anyone else,â she whispers after a few, silent moments.
âI believe you, Dolly, itâs all right.â
Youâre internally panicking, externally, actually, too, probably, from the way sheâs looking at you. You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again after taking a breath.
âRight. If you could just tell her that... Iâm in a meeting right now... but that I will call... her back.â
Dolly nods slowly. âOkay... All right...â She nods again, and then closes the door and you watch her run towards her desk.
You sit back and stare at your computer screen. The article is still up, and you canât stop yourself from continuing to read it.
Update! The lucky, lucky lady of Capâs dreams is Y/N, Head of Marketing at June & Mayflower Publishing! A regular old person, weâre glad Cap is so down-to-earth! Our sources say theyâll be announcing the date of the wedding within the next couple of days, and weâre so excited!
Along with the update is a picture of you, taken from your Instagram account. Youâre smiling into the camera, mid-laughter, a cocktail in your hand.
Oh my God...
You feel your phone buzzing in your bag and jerk forward, fumbling as you try to unzip it quickly. Grabbing your phone, itâs a number you donât recognise. Expecting a call from a new client today, you answer it without thinking.
âHello, Y/N speaking?â
âHi, Y/N! Iâm calling from Stars Today, congratulations on your engagement! I was just wondering if I could have a quickââ
You hang up, dropping your phone onto the desk and put your head in your hands as you groan, your eyes closed.
This isnât happening, this isnât happening, this isnât happening...
How did they get your phone number? How did this even get out? Joe? Gwen? Someone else who had overheard your huge, stupid lie? You wonder how Steve isâ
Your eyes snap open.
Steve.
Oh my fucking God.
You grab your phone again and unlock it, tapping and swiping quickly to find his number. Dialling, you hold it to your ear, biting at your lower lip. It rings, and rings, and rings... and goes to voicemail.
Shit, he probably canât hear it while heâs jogging, or he has it on silent, or whatever, oh my God, this is insane...
Hanging up and locking your phone, you sit back, your gaze lifting to the window. The office has filled slightly, more and more people arriving and, yes, theyâre all glancing in, murmuring to each other. Theyâre smiling, theyâre all happy and delighted, but you just feel your heart sink lower and lower.
No, right, none of that, just clear it all up now, just go out there and say it was a lie, suck it up and feel humiliated for ten years, itâll be fine.
Pushing your chair back, you clear your throat as you move around your desk, clutching your phone in one hand. Opening the door, you step out and people are already looking at you. Clearing your throat again, you inhale a breath and smile as they instantly go quiet.
âHi, everyone, uhm...â You shift your stance as your gaze sweeps the room, everyone silent. âIâm sure youâve all heard what has been said in the tabloids and I just wanted toââ
âYou bitch!â
Any other time you would have been offended, but now you just want to curl up and die because of how overjoyed the voice is.
Bridget Sanderson, your closest friend in the office, and D.C besides Steve, marches through the door, pushes through the small group and grins at you, their mouth open.
âYou engaged bitch! I knew something had to be going on! How could you not tell me?!â
You exhale a faint, and you feel like youâre about to faint, laugh and shake your head. âOh, well, actually, Bridgeâ, and, uhm, everyone, you see the thing isââ
âSo youâre giving the Monday morning pep-talks now, huh?â
Oh my God, will everyone please stop turning up to work on time.
CEO of June & Mayflower Publishing, and your boss, Yvette Adebayo arches an eyebrow at you as the group parts for her, removing her gloves.
âOh, no, I was justââ
âCan I see you in my office?â
âYep, absolutely.â You smile as she nods and heads for her own office. You follow after her, somewhat meekly.
Yvette is no-nonsense, hates a fuss, a scene, is the classiest woman youâve ever met, and you hate disappointing her. Thatâs not to say sheâs mean or cold or anything that the world labels assertive women in leadership roles as, you just bloody love her. As much as you love yourself, God, you want to be her.
Closing the door to her office as she removes her coat and hangs it up, you clasp your hands together, trying not to play with them nervously. Sitting down, she looks at you, folding her arms.
âSo.â
âSo...â you parrot, stretching the vowel out.
She arches an eyebrow.
Sighing, you drop your hands. âOh, Yvette, this is a fucking nightmare, Iâm notââ
âI know, I can see that it is, Iâm not here to chastise you for not telling me or anything like thatââ
âYvette.â
She pauses, her eyebrows raising slightly as youâve not once in your three years of working together interrupted her or used an exasperated tone. You probably look as helpless as you feel, too.
âYvette, Iâm... Iâm not engaged.â
Her eyebrows rise higher. â... Youâre not?â
âNo.â You feel your face warming in embarrassment as you launch into your explanation, âIt was just a stupid lie I told at the party to make Joe jealous.â
âJoe was there?â she frowns.
Itâs not the most pressing of matters to address right now, but then you remember she hadnât attended the party, knowing her employees wouldnât fully relax with the big boss there.
God, sheâs amazing.
âYeah, he said Adam invited him as a plus-one. I suppose heâs back for the holidays to see his family, too.â You shake your head slightly, embarrassment returning. âAnd I just... whenever I see him or think about him I get so mad, he was such a pretentious asshole even when we were going out, I was actually working myself up to break up with him when he put in for the transfer which was a blessing in disguise andââ
âSo, you wanted to get one over on him,â Yvette cuts you off from your rambling.
âYeah, well...â You pull a slight face. âThat kind of makes it sound like I used Steve... which I did...â You pull a face again before closing your eyes and pressing the heels of your palms to them, groaning. âOh, God, Iâm such an awful person...â
âNo, youâre not, Y/N,â Yvette insists. âJoe was always an ass, thinking he was better than everyone, so I can completely understand why you would want to have a moment of superiority.âÂ
âThat still doesnât make it okay, at all.â You fold your arms, blowing out a breath. âHe just... He looked at me like it wasnât possible. Like I couldnât have Steve Rogers fall in love with me, or someone like him, and I hated that. Even when I was dating him there was always something about him that just... Made me feel like he was doing me a favour. That he was so amazing and a complete catch. So just once, for one second, I wanted him to think, âGod, I missed out... She is worthy, she is incredibleâ.â
âY/N.â You gaze meets Yvetteâs as she leans forward. âYou are worthy. Period. No matter what. Whoever you decide to be with, theyâll be damn lucky and theyâll know it.â
âI know, I know, I tell myself that and believe it most days, but...â You sigh heavily. âI used Steve. I did what everyone else does and put him on a pedestal and used his status and his iconography to just get back at my stupid ex when Iâm supposed to be his friend. Sure, heâs a super-soldier and a, you know, super-hero but first and foremost, to me, heâs my friend and a human being. And I dismissed all that for one tiny, stupid moment of wanting to feel smug.â You can feel tears starting to fill your eyes.
Wiping at them quickly, you blow out another, slightly shaky breath.
âY/N,â Yvette says gently, âIt was a dumb thing that you did, but a human thing. You made a mistake, and we can rectify it.â You watch her as she turns her computer on and straightens her back. âWeâll write a press-statement that we can release, it doesnât need to give specifics, just that thereâs been a misunderstanding, and then you can tell everyone you actually know as little or as much as you want.â
God, you are actually about to cry, sheâs just the absolute bloody best.
A smile pulling at your lips, you wipe your eyes again. âThank you, Yvette. I mean it, you really areââ
âYou fucking bitch!â
God, I wish Bridgeâ would stop calling me thatâÂ
As Yvetteâs eyes widen, though, and you turn to look out of her window to the office floor, you realise itâs not Bridget. A young woman, sobbing, steps out of the elevator. People stare, frozen to the spot, because this has never happened before, security in your building has always been incredible, and why would someone trespass on your floor? Sheâs striding across the room, too fast for people to clock on and react, pointing at you.
âYou bitch! You donât deserve him, heâs better than you!â she yells, thoroughly and completely distraught, but all you can do is remain frozen in your spot.
You can hear Yvette shouting into her office phone, demanding where security is, when four of them are suddenly there, shoving people out of the way and one of the men grabs the woman when sheâs only a few feet away from the door. She screams as he wraps his arms around her to restrain her, hauling her back and having to lift her slightly. She just kicks her legs out, thrashing and trying to get free.
âYou bitch, you bitch, you bitch!â she screams over and over and over, and youâre still frozen.
The security man drags her back towards the elevator, another man accompanying him, and the remaining two, a man and a woman, continue towards you. The woman opens the door, shaking her head as she steps inside.
âWeâre so sorry, thereâs just so many of them down there, she must have just slipped through. Are you okay?â
You stare at her.
âThereâs more?â Yvette asks.
The woman looks to her. âYeah, they just started turning up, some are fans, some are paparazzi.â Her gaze returns to you. âAgain, weâre so sorry, weâre increasing our team for the foreseeable future, it wonât happen again.â
You think you might actually faint now.Â
âOkay. Thank you,â you hear yourself saying.
The woman nods and steps out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
âY/N, are you all right?â Yvette asks gently as you turn to her, your lips parted.
âUhm...â
When you donât continue after a few moments, she nods and moves around her desk towards you. âTake the day off. Alice and Iâll draft a statement later. Is there someone who can come and pick you up?â
You nod a few times as she squeezes your shoulder gently. âUh, yeah, thereâs someone I can call.â
â
Natasha Romanoff beams when you exit the elevator and approach. Beams. Sheâs smiled at you before, sure, several times, but this is a beam. And then she opens her mouth.
âOh my God, Iâm so glad youâre telling people now!â
Iâm fucking sorry, what?
Before you can mutter that this is actually not something youâre quite ready to joke about yet, she throws her arms around you and hugs you tightly. âOh, Iâm just so happy!â
You just stand there, holding your bag, as she rocks you, having never felt so confused in your life.
âUhââ
âRight, yeah, no time, letâs get you home, huh?â Sheâs no longer beaming when she pulls back, instead looking incredibly sympathetic in a way that doesnât make you feel any better. Patting your arm, she looks behind you and nods at Yvette and the two security guards who have accompanied you down into the private underground garage that belongs to the building. âIâll take it from here, thank you.â
Dropping her hand, she moves to her black Corvette a few feet away and opens the passenger door, holding it open for you and gesturing for you to get in. Looking over your shoulder at Yvette, you manage to return her smile before heading to the car. Getting in, you place your bag on the floor between your feet as Nat closes the door, and buckle your seatbelt before closing your eyes, exhaling a long breath. You open your eyes when the driverâs door opens and Nat slides into the seat, closing the door.
âNat, Iââ Â
âWhat an exciting day. You must be so over-joyed!â
Sheâs beaming at you again as she starts the engine after buckling her own seatbelt, but something about her tone tells you she isnât actually joking around.
âNat, do youââ
âOh, Iâm sorry, are you okay? It must have been terrifying with that woman getting in.â She looks genuinely concerned this time as she steers the Corvette up a ramp and onto the main street level.Â
âUh, yeah, it was actually, but, uhm, Iââ
âItâs all right, we donât have to talk about it if you donât want to.â She pauses for half a second to check the street as the barrier lifts before she turns onto it and, fuck, you forgot how fast she drives. âWeâll just get you home, then you can relax and weâll do what we can, okay?â
âYeah, right, okay, butââ
She turns the radio on, turning the volume up a few numbers, and taps her fingertips against the steering wheel. âHave you spoken to Steve?â
Your heart sinks at the reminder of him and how this must all be affecting him because of you. âNo, not yet,â you murmur, playing with your hands in your lap. âHave you?â
âYeah, he canât wait to see you.â
He must be fucking desperate with how fast youâre going.
âOh, really?â
âYeah, heâs at your place, popping open a bottle of champagne I should think.â She glances at you, beaming again, and you just frown.
What the hell is going on.
Something tells you, though, to not broach the subject again, so you lean your head back and mutter, âYeah, Iâm gonna need a fucking drink.â
It doesnât take long for Nat to reach your apartment, and you still donât understand how someone can be a fast and safe driver. Youâre about to say as much, because you canât do a single journey with her and not, when she parks in front of the building. Right in front of it. You pause in unbuckling the seatbelt you had been gripping, frowning at her, because she never does this as your building also has its own underground garage, and she loves her car.
âNat, what about the garage?â
She unbuckles her seat belt and reaches over you to the glove compartment. âOh, I wonât be staying long.â She pulls a box out of the compartment, closes it and sits back, opening the box. She opens the box to reveal sunglasses and puts them on. Sunglasses.
Leaving the box on the dashboard, she smiles at you and pushes her door open, stepping out. Grabbing your bag and doing the same, you watch her as she closes her door and looks up and down the street. Then, she looks to you as you close your door, her smile lingering.
âCome on, letâs get that drink, shall we.â
You reach the front doors of your apartment building first, and unzip your bag, searching for your keys. As you pull them out, Nat takes your bag from you, her smile still there.
âHere, Iâll hold this for you.â
âOkay.â Deciding to just go along with whatever is happening until youâre in your apartment, you turn and unlock the door. Faint Christmas music plays over a small speaker on a wall, and the building guard, Aaron, who youâd say youâre quite friendly with, looks at you from his place by the mailboxes as you enter and you nod at him. He nods, then gives you a thumbs up as he grins.
Oh, God.
âWay to go, Y/N! I had no idea!â
âYep, okay, Aaron,â you murmur as your face heats and you stride towards the elevator. Nat is close behind you and you press the button to herald the elevator as she stops beside you. Then, you glance at her, frowning.
Sheâs searching through your bag, opening pockets and unzipping compartments.
âWhat are you doing?â you murmur, raising your eyebrows as she takes the spare pens you always keep in your bag out before slotting them back into their compartment.
âNothing,â she says without even looking up at you.
Right.
Your jaw moves as the elevator âdingâs and the doors slide open. Incredibly grateful to find no one inside, you step in and turn to the buttons, pressing the button for your floor as Nat also steps in.
The moment the doors close, you turn to her, your hands going to your waist, your keys digging in to you even through your coat. âWhat the hell is going on, Nat?â
She doesnât say anything, continuing to search through your bag. Your eyebrows raise as you release a scoff of disbelief because sheâs ignoring you.
âNat?â
Finally, she zips your bag back up and lifts her head, holding it out to you. You canât tell if sheâs satisfied or unsatisfied, and sheâs silent, her gaze holding yours. Taking your bag, you shoulder it and press your lips together. Youâre angry, confused, definitely dissociating somewhat, but something else is starting to creep up now. Fear.
The âdingâ of the elevator makes you jump slightly. Natâs through the doors first this time, beckoning you to follow. You do, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. Your keys are biting into your skin as you shift them in your hand as you walk, and you find the key to your front door, Nat pausing by it. You unlock it, glancing at her. Her eyes are on the hall behind you, her features expressionless. Your heart pounding, you push your door open. Stepping in, you lift your head and pause, finding Sam Wilson stood in your living room area.
He turns and grins, holding his arms out wide.
âY/N! Congratulations!â he laughs as he moves towards you, and your bag falls from your shoulder as you hear Nat close the door behind you.
As his arms go around you in a hug you would usually be delighted to return, you just stand there, again, feeling tears of irritation start to prick at your eyes because what the hell is happening.Â
Youâre speaking before you even realise. âCan someone please tell me what in the absolute fuck isââ
âAll right, the place is clear.â
Steve appears from your bathroom, making you break off, your eyes darting up to him. Sam releases you then, holding your shoulders gently, his smile gone. âY/N, are you all right?â
You look from him to Steve, your lips parted. âNo, Iâm not. What the hell is going on?â
Nat moves around you and pushes her sunglasses onto her head as Sam drops his hands. âSorry about all that, Y/N. Weâll explain in a moment.â She raises her eyebrows at Sam slightly, gesturing him over to the large window that looks down onto the front street of the building. âSam?â
Giving you a reassuring smile, though you absolutely donât feel reassured, Sam follows her, leaving you standing there, looking at Steve. His arms are by his sides, and he exhales a breath as he moves towards you, an expression you canât describe on his features.
âY/Nââ
âOh, Steve,â you quickly interrupt, unable to bear whatever heâs about to say, good or bad or disappointed, because no matter what, this is your fault. âIâm so sorry, I didnât meanââ
He shakes his head, his hands replacing where Samâs had been, warm and light. âY/N, are you okay? Nat messaged about what happened at the office, Iâm glad you called her.â
You look at him in disbelief, your hands having found his chest at some point. âYeah, Iâm fine, are you okay?â
A corner of his mouth lifts, softening his features instantly as his thumbs stroke your shoulders. âIâm fine, Y/N, Iââ
âReally? You can say if youâre not, I would absolutely understand, actually you should be pissed off with me, Steveââ
âY/N, Y/N, itâs all right,â he says gently, having heard, as youâd tried not to, the slight cracking in your voice. He draws you closer, his arms going around you in a warm embrace.
You realise, in that moment, that neither of you hug very much. You see each other so often that all you greet each other with is a hello, or you just high five when something exciting happens. Hugs are reserved for when youâre thanking each other for a present or when... You canât really think of any other time. Even when you have a cry, youâll both sit down and heâll pat and rub your back, and youâve never seen him cry at anything more than a movie, so.
God, we should hug more, this is nice.Â
âSo...â Samâs voice has you pulling back, Steveâs arms falling from you as you turn to him, a smile tugging at his lips. âHow did this happen, or do I just not have my RSVP yet?â
You tilt your head, your lips pressing together. Yeah, youâre definitely not ready to joke about it yet. You might not ever.Â
âWell...â Moving to the couch, you take a seat as you blow out a breath, your face already warming again.Â
Here we go, my now permanent state of embarrassment continues.
Theyâre all looking at you, Sam leaning against the wall, glancing out of the window every now and then, Nat sat on the arm of the couch opposite you, Steve standing between you and Nat, his hands in his pockets.
Clearing your throat, your hands on your knees, you lick your lips. âSo... When Steve and I were at my work party last Saturday, my ex-boyfriend was there and I told him that...â You take a short breath, glancing at Steve before deciding to settle your gaze on the coffee table. â... Steve was my fiancĂ©, because...â You just canât bring yourself to say it. â... Well, I donât know why, really.â You move on quickly. âSo, when I got to work today, Dolly said Gwen from work overheard me saying it to Joe, so she could have spread it, or Joe could have, Iâm so sorry, I wasnât thinkingââÂ
âJoe is the ex-boyfriend?â
You gaze darts from where you had been looking at Steve to apologise to Nat.
âYeah. He lives in Chicago but heâs back for the holidays, Iâm assuming.â
âHow long were you two together?â
âOnly a few monthsââ
âDid he ever meet Steve?â
You frown lightly at her. âOnly at the party, why?â
Her hands are clasped together, her eyes fixed on you. âWhatâs his last name?â
âHavers. Joe Havers. Why?â
âWhen did he start working at your place? When did you start seeing each other?â
You look at Sam, whoâs looking out of the window, then to Steve, whoâs looking at the ground, then back to Nat. âAbout a year ago. We started dating a month after, and then he broke up with me when he transferred to the Chicago branch the August thatâs just gone. Whyââ
âDid he ask you out? Pursue you?â
You release a breath, your frown returning. âYeah, and I guess, but, like, in the way you would when you want to date someoneââ
âDid you ever meet his family? Friends?â Sheâs unrelenting, expressionless.
âWell, no, but he never met Steve during that time, eitherââ
âDid he ask to?â
âNo.â You exhale in frustration, your jaw moving. âLook, whatâs going on, Nat? Youâd said youâd tell me.â
She lifts her hands slightly. âWe just have to look at every option, Y/N.â
Your frown returns as you look at them. âOption for what? Who spread it?â
Thereâs silence. Your eyebrows raise. Sam meets your gaze for a second before looking back out the window, Steveâs still looking at the floor, and so Nat, once again, is your only option. Your eyebrows rise higher as she tilts her head.
âY/N... We need you to continue being Steveâs fiancĂ©.â
You stare at her, your lips parted. â... Iâm sorry... What? Why?â
As slight as it is, itâs the first time youâve seen Nat look uncomfortable. âYouâve already encountered a rather... over-zealous fan, and, weâve got intel that suggests some... unsavoury characters are using the chatrooms and blogs that they operate to track Steveâs whereabouts.â
 You arch an eyebrow, releasing a breath and not quite knowing what to address first. Irritation blends with anger and you focus on that because you donât want to feel anymore afraid than you already are. ââUnsavoury charactersâ? Iâm a big girl, Nat, you donât have to sugarcoat whatever this is.â
She glances at Steve for a fraction of a second. âAll right, terrorists. Terrorists are using chatrooms to plan to assassinate Steve.â
Your mood shifts instantly. A coldness sweeps over you and fear envelops you as you look at Steve, who is finally looking at you, your eyes wide. âWhy the fuck would they want to do that?â
Steve opens his mouth but Nat gets there first.
âSteve is Americaâs greatest living symbol. Can you imagine what kind of message it would send from any group should Steve be killed?â
You look between them all, your mouth open. Nat continues after a moment, not liking the idea of that statement hanging in the air.
âWe need you to spend this week doing what happily engaged couples do. Cake tasting, wedding dress shopping, visit venues, hold hands, look completely in love, all of that so that we can see who turns up and who follows him.â
You close your eyes for a moment, your brow furrowing, before you release a breath and look at her. âSo, Iâm... Iâm, weâre bait?â
Natâs features soften. âY/N, you and Steve couldnât be safer, I promise. Weâre going to move you both to a new apartment with proper security, the placeâll be watched around the clock and itâs only until Saturday evening.â
âWhy Saturday?â
She rests her hands either side of herself on the arm of the couch. âWeâve been hearing chatter that thatâs when theyâre planning to attack, at the party with the world watching. So we need to identify who they are before then. Obviously.â
âRight.â You stare at her for a few moments before your gaze drops to the table. You havenât quite been able to get a handle on your breathing for the last hour, but now it really is difficult. Your hands are gripping your knees, and you have to swallow hard to stop the bile rising in your throat.
âY/N, you donât have to.â Your eyes lift at Steveâs quiet tone. Then you realise what the expression is; regret.
You release another breath. âAre you kidding me, your life is in danger, why didnât you tell me this?â
His mouth lifts a fraction. âItâs not exactly what I want to race home and tell you about.â
Your chest tightens. You make your mind up instantly. You look at Nat.
âIâll do it.â
She nods, giving you a small smile. âYou canât tell anyone itâs not real, and be careful when youâre speaking on the phone, they could tap it.â
Ah, so thatâs why Nat had checked your bag and Steve and Sam had been checking your place, and probably why Steve hadnât answered yourâ
Oh, shit, wait...
Your shoulders drop slightly. âOh, my boss knows.â
âYvette?â Nat slides her phone out of her pocket as she looks at you.
âYeah, I spoke to her earlier, before the... fan, and she asked me how I was and I told her.â
âRight.â Nat arches an eyebrow, tapping something into her phone. âCan she keep a secret?â
âOh, absolutely.â
Nat smiles at your fierce certainty, locking her phone and keeping ahold of it. âWeâll need to speak with her, anyway, let her understand the severity of the situation so she wonât trust anyone. Thatâs good actually âcause youâre gonna need to take the week off work.â
Your heart sinks. âWhat, why?â
âYou need to spend every moment with Steve, and I think this would be a natural thing to do. We can have a press release put out saying you donât want your work bombarded like earlier, you wonât be able to concentrateââ
You raise your hand, pointing a finger. âHang on, I can multi-task and work under any conditions.â
Natâs lips twitch. âWe know that, Y/N, Iâm not discrediting how good of a worker you are, we just need the rest of the world to think that.â
You bristle slightly as you press your lips together, your shoulders dropping again.
Her amusement vanishes, her features softening. âItâs just until Sunday, then we can let everyone know the truth. This is a great chance for us to find these guys, Y/N. We wouldnât be asking if it wasnât important or useful, but you can still say no.â
Thereâs a long pause. You glance at Steve, heâs still got that same expression, almost pained. You could say no; you think it would almost relieve him if you did. You know him well enough by now that heâs probably full of regret for putting you in this position by being your friend.
Well, Steve, I get the guilt card on this one, it was me who put us in this position.
You've always known the risks of being associated with him and being his friend. Youâve never spoken about it with each other but youâve just always known, itâs how his world operates. But he wanted to be your friend and you wanted to be his, so why the fuck shouldnât you be. Something that had come up in one of your first, long, late-night conversations is the sense of loneliness you both feel. Sure, you have friends, both of you, and you both work in very people-orientated careers, but... Loneliness just seems to linger, uninvited. Youâve never felt that loneliness with Steve.
And now some fuckers wanted to kill him.
You look at Nat. âYeah, I want to do it.â
She gives you another smile, nodding. âAll right.â Rising to her feet, she folds her arms. âI guess we got some packing to do, then.â
Youâre about to look at Steve, hoping to reassure him that you really do want to do this, when Sam lets out a low whistle.
âWell, Nat... Think thereâs gonna be some scratches on your fancy car.â
Pushing yourself up from the couch, you move to the window as Nat tuts under her breath, and join Sam. Your stomach flips as you gaze down and see the crowd of people on the street, surrounding her car and staring up at the building or at the entrance. Thereâs a couple of news vans, too, reporters and their cameras hovering by them, gripping their microphones and glancing up every few seconds, waiting.
Oh my God... Thereâs gonna be three people in this so-called relationship; me, him and the world.
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Today, this mediocre blog turns one year old.
And itâs not much, but itâs something, for sure. Iâm happy to be writing this, mainly because I didnât expect to write it in the first place. Coming here, I had no aspirations for this blog. Write and post, that was my initial intent, but Iâm glad to say I have found and created much more. As clichĂ© as it sounds, Iâve learned and improved quite a lot, both as a person and a writer. Never in my life had I imagined myself writing y/n stories, yet here I am, and Iâm content.
As much as I complain, I cannot deny that this place made this year bearable so far. Everyone, from my friends to my silent readers, made this experience fun, despite the various disappointments of 2020 (ahem, a ruined senior year). For that, I think itâs time to move to the important parts of this letter; all I have to say to you!
First, I must thank the friends that gave me something to look forward to each day. I am honored to have met you all, whom I have spoken to daily or spontaneously. Thank you for keeping up with my sucky person antics!
@luvhjs, I often wonder if we couldâve ever met if @skzwritersclub didnât exist, or if you didnât decide to join our fetus network, and I always conclude that itâs not something I want to think about. Simply because itâs horrifying. I might not express it properly, but our friendship is one I treasure beyond words. Thank you for panicking with me over silly things, listening to my nonsense rambles, and in all sincerity, being the best there is. A hundred âI love youâs randomly arriving in your inbox would never be enough, but I hope you know that I love you, and I wish you all the best, all the time âĄ
@missinghan, I donât know where to begin, and honestly, I donât know where to stop either. I donât regret screaming into your dms that day, although Iâm deeply sorry for terrifying you (oops!). All jokes aside, I truly donât know what Iâve done to deserve a friend like you. Iâm grateful for each conversation weâve had, even that one about maggot cheese or those depressing texts about our dying dashboards. I solemnly believe that I wouldâve lost my mind during spring break had we not spent careless hours on Tumblr talking about anything that could possibly be talked about. I feel like I couldnât thank you enough for everything youâve done for me; for hearing my writing rants to handling my dramatics to just being there when I send a good morning text in all caps. You are incredible, it is not just a silly nickname. I love you, and I know affection is gross but Iâm saying it again. I love you! âĄ
@meiiyue, hey, remember when you told me you knew me from Wattpad? That was our first proper interaction, and I am so glad I had gotten to know you better after that. We often joke about it, but I love your love for all things murder. Please never let anyoneâs opinions get in your way. You honestly have one of the most unique personalities Iâve ever known. I mean, where else would you find koalas and blood-chilling crime in one place? Thank you for being the cutest and most talented. I hope you know that youâre loved, and I love you, and it will always be that way âĄ
@meanhly, oh, look, itâs my keyboard smashing partner! Iâm glad you decided to panic about On track in my dms instead of my askbox. Thank you for birthing this beautiful friendship! Speaking of which, what friendship level are we at now, Selina? Okay, Iâll stop fooling around. Thank you for never failing to make me laugh, no thanks to your autocorrect for calling me fruit, though. I think one of the reasons I love the Songless Bird so much is, well, you! It was your excitement about the story that pushed me to explore the world more, to write more. I cannot even begin to express how thankful I am for that. I love you, so much, and I cherish our friendship just as much âĄ
@smileylino, our â02 line is only complete with you, Rain. Thank you for being the best panic partner (hehe) and the cutest Minho stan. Talking to you is always so much fun, even if weâre just discussing memes or soft scenarios. I donât know how successfully your Minho detox is going, but I miss your random declarations of love for the one and only. I hope you know that youâre really talented, and Iâll always be here to cheer you on whenever. You deserve only the best this world can offer. I know youâll do amazing, whatever it is youâll be doing. I love you! âĄ
@lixiefe, if anyone were to see our first interactions, they wouldnât expect us to become good friends. Yet here we are, and I wouldnât change that for the world! I love talking to you, even if itâs about the strangest of topics. Thank you for making me love my own work. You make it out to be something special, which it isnât, but I appreciate that so much. Thank you for handling my self-deprecating statements with hilarious poop references, even though I am still adamantly against them (kidding!). Youâre special, I hope youâd know that. I love you so much! âĄ
@scriptura-delirusâ, we might not interact a lot but whenever we do, itâs always so much fun. I truly admire your work and your way of thinking. Thank you for writing the best fantasy to be found in this fandom, and for all the support youâve shown my mediocre stories. If this were a follow forever, know that your url would be among the first. I love you! âĄ
@jeonginksâ, can I consider you a friend? I hope I can. The entirety of my first interactions with you consisted of me embarrassing myself, from that useless blurb to all that panicking. Thank you for not blocking me yet... I am very sure that without SWC, I wouldnât have ever talked to you. And while I might not panic anymore, you are still someone I genuinely look up to when it comes to writing. I wish youâd know that youâre an inspiration, for me and many writers out there. Also, you can send me as many Liam memes as you want, Iâve become immune to them (phew). I presume this is called affection, but I love you! âĄ
@scxrlettwxtchesâ, writing or not, youâre a dear friend of mine. Iâm terrible at expressing things, but Iâm glad we started talking. Thank you for listening to all the unnecessary writing things I say. I love your work, even though I donât say it enough. You might not know but your enthusiasm motivates me to write; all the random questions and spoiler requests. Iâm sorry for [redacted] in âRow, Row, Row Your Boatâ. I hope Iâve been able to make up for that through the blurbs! All in all, I wish you all the best in everything you do, and I love you! âĄ
@f3lixlvrâ, you are the first person I have properly spoken to in his hellhole. I remember our first conversations and just how much joy they brought me, even though I was hiding behind an anonymous profile. Thank you for being the most amazing and making late 2019 fun and exciting. I love you! âĄ
@wingkkunâ, we only began directly interacting recently, but weâve talked before. Your writing is great, beyond that, even. Iâll raid your masterlist one day, just you wait! You seem like a complete sweetheart, and I hope we can talk more in the future. Thank you for all the lovely tags you had left on my stories, I love you! âĄ
@ammuqwerâ, you are a friend I didnât expect to make, but one I wouldnât want to lose for anything. Talking to you brightens my day, and I can only wish I can offer just as much happiness in yours. Youâre amazing, really. If you ever have a hard time, please know that you can always find me. I love you! âĄ
@p2q3r4â, I often scroll through your blog and I have to say, youâre crazy talented. Your drawings are stunning! Thank you for all the comments youâve left on my writings, I appreciate every single one of them. Youâre also a complete sweetheart, have I ever told you that? And I love your love for languages, it never was annoying. Never stop being amazing, I love you! âĄ
đ· anon, I might not know who you might be, but youâre a friend I cherish so much, Tulip. I love talking to you, and I say that a lot, but hearing from you is always so lovely. Thank you for all the asks youâve ever sent, those with tmi to those with Splatoon talk. I hope you know that Iâll always be there for you, whenever, wherever. I love you so much! âĄ
Caeliman Minho anon, last but definitely not least. Iâm afraid this short letter wouldnât do you justice, but I hope youâd know that you mean a lot to me. Thank you for all the support youâve shown my work, all the inspiration youâve given me, and all the thoughts youâve generously shared. I love hearing what you have to say, and I love you! Thank you for everything âĄ
Second, to all my readers, those who always reblog, those who leave a trail of hearts behind, and even those who just pass by, thank you for giving my writings a chance. I am continuously motivated to write more and write better for you. Iâm nowhere near that, but Iâm slowly making my way up there. Thank you for being the best audience âĄ
Finally, to you reading this, thank you for reaching this far. It has only been a year, and I hope I can continue to contribute to this fandom for much longer than that.
Today, a story was meant to be posted. Due to my poor management skills (yikes!), I will instead be posting the world-information edit for âDanse Macabreâ. Please look forward to it!
That is all. Thank you for making these 365 days on this blog special, and hereâs to many more! I love you all! âĄ
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Okay hello I feel like you are Wise and Know things... itâs kind of hard to explain but is it wrong to just... Enjoy Things? With all the HL pisscourse going around itâs making me nervous about liking things like TF2 and missing something critical and huge in the media I consume and being labelled as a bad person for doing that. ESPECIALLY for liking characters like GLaDOS or Wheatley from Portal. I want to just Enjoy Things but thereâs guilt tied to not being critical about every single detail
Thanks for reaching out, friend, and Iâm so sorry to hear the current nonsense has you feeling this way. I have a hunch youâre not alone, and although I donât claim to have all the answers here, I hope hearing my thoughts on this helps alleviate some of that guilt. This got long and Iâm not putting it under a cut because itâs important.Â
The short answer to your question is no; it is not wrong to just enjoy things. You donât have to constantly examine all your favorite media under a microscope and incessantly highlight or dwell on its faults to be a good person or a good consumer of media, and here are a few reasons why:
(CW for brief mentions of all the squicky/potentially triggering things that tend to come up in ship discourse conversations.)
1. It is virtually impossible to find a truly unproblematic piece of media.
And thatâs okay! Media is both created and consumed by people, and people are notoriously imperfect and complex. Sometimes creators choose to explore dark or taboo themes that are always going to squick some people out, no matter how well (or poorly) theyâre handled. Sometimes content creators are actually terrible people who deliberately try to perpetuate their messed-up ideas through media. Sometimes creatorsâ deeply internalized prejudices seep into a work in a way they may not even consciously realize. Sometimes consumersâ experiences or prejudices color the way they perceive a piece of media and may lead them to a very different interpretation than what the creators intended.
Point is, there are a lot of shades of gray here. We should always strive to do better as creators and consumers, but the goalposts for âperfectionâ are always moving.
Thereâs almost always going to be something about your favorite mediaâno matter how benign it isâthat rubs some people the wrong way, or (perhaps unintentionally) perpetuates harmful stereotypes, or starts out okay but doesnât age well down the line. Period. Thatâs an uncomfortable truth that we all have to sit with. But donât despair, becauseâŠ
2. It is still okay to engage with and enjoy media that you know is problematic. Even if itâs really problematic. For real. I promise. The media you consume does not determine your worth as a person.Â
Since you specifically mentioned Valve games, Iâll start out by clarifying that (as of July 2020), Valve games and their fandoms are pretty benign overall. Perhaps in the future, more of the humor will start to age poorly, or Valve will make some extremely questionable design choices with their next game, or Gabe Newell will be outed as a prolific serial killer, or whatever, but for now, thereâs really nothing about Valve games that should make the average person go, âholy shit, youâre into that?!â when you bring them up in polite company. (And anyone who insinuates otherwise re: Half Life shipping discourse is either very confused about the definition of certain words or is maliciously trying to stir up controversy.)
That said, everyone has a different threshold for what they do and donât want to see in media, and those boundaries are totally valid! But it is absolutely possible to enjoy even notably problematic media (e.g., Game of Thrones, the new Star Wars sequels, old movies where the directors were huge assholes to the female cast members, etc.) without being a bad person or a bad social justice activist. Instead of rambling about that at length, Iâm going to link you to this excellent blog post on the subject.
The big takeaway here is that you can love a piece of media while also acknowledging its faults. In fact, Iâd argue that a key part of loving something is being able to think critically about it and trying to hold its creators to a higher standard whenever possible. However, that doesnât mean you have to be constantly analyzing it or prefacing every single public acknowledgment of your love for it with an âI know this is problematic and I swear, I just like it for XYZâ disclaimer, becauseâŠ
3. Tumblrâs black-and-white thinking about media consumption is not healthy, ânormal,â or (usually) present to the same degree in other virtual or real-world spaces.
I think most of the people on Tumblr who seem to be on a constant (and ultimately futile; see point 1) quest to find the One True Unproblematic Media have good intentions. I really do. And I applaud them for actively trying to understand and un-learn their own biases while becoming critical consumers of media.
Unfortunately, for a bunch of complicated reasons I still donât totally understand and wonât get into here, some online communities tend to take these things to such an extreme that, in their quest to create a safe and/or inclusive environment, they actually end up creating an even more hostile one. To reference the recent drama again, nowhere is that more apparent than with âpro-shipâ vs. âanti-shipâ discourse.
Basically, âpro-shippersâ believe that fiction is entirely separate from reality and therefore, âproblematicâ content (up to and including p*dophilia, inc*st, noncon, etc.) has just as much of a right to exist as any other content; this makes some sense on a purely intellectual level, but in the real world, obviously things are much more complicated than that. âAnti-shippers,â on the other hand, claim to be specifically against the aforementioned Big Three Bad Things in theory, but in practice, theyâre basically the fandom purity police; they strive to criticize and shut down any media or fandom activity that could be even remotely construed as problematic, because they seem to have a (perhaps well-intentioned but ultimately misguided) perception that discussing anything âbadâ in fiction will glorify/condone/promote it in real life and that all creators of âbadâ fiction are inherently malicious. Often, theyâre willing to twist definitions and jump through some very strange hoops to justify why something is âbad.â
The truth lies somewhere between those two extremes; fiction absolutely can (and does) impact reality, but not in such a clear-cut cause-and-effect way. People can see or read about dark/complicated/problematic things without condoning or enjoying them in real life, and conversely, people can dislike even relatively benign things without having to have an extreme, profound reason for feeling that way. People can also enjoy âbadâ media while being fully conscious of whatâs wrong with it and taking steps to ensure that it doesnât negatively influence them, or they may lack the knowledge/context to understand why something is âbadâ at first and change how they engage (or donât engage) as they learn. Thereâs a lot more nuance to this issue than Tumblr is willing to acknowledge, and as a result, a lot of innocent people who just want to enjoy things in peace get sucked into some truly absurd drama that can be really hard to deal with. And that sucks. A lot.
So, TL;DR: Almost all media is at least a little problematic, but thatâs okay, because the media you like does not determine whether or not youâre a good person. (And especially if your primary interests are Valve games... youâre good, mate. Seriously.)
The fact that youâre even asking me this question shows me that youâre being a thoughtful, responsible consumer of media, and thatâs all anyone can reasonably ask of you without being a gigantic hypocriteâbecause whether theyâll admit it or not, everybody whoâs perpetuating this discourse both on and offline likes something âproblematic.â Itâs impossible not to, unless you live under a rock and consume exactly zero media. Take care, and try not to let the discourse get to you! Go forth and enjoy things! (As always, my inbox is open for follow-up questions.)
ETA: Hereâs another excellent tumblr post on this topic! And another one!Â
#asks#anon#fandom#ship discourse#sorry it took me so long to respond to this#I'm sure I left things out but here are some thoughts to get you started#long post
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asthmarkâs end-of-year post !
ladies and germs, we made it through the year! there were definitely ups and downs but regardless, here we are :-)
i opened this blog in february with a little mark lee drabble that was barely above 1k words. i didnât think much of it but i can clearly remember checking my phone, seeing it had gotten around 50 notes, and being utterly shocked and overjoyed. at that point in time, i would have never believed you if you told me i would surpass 500 followers or achieve 2k likes on one fic alone.
this blog has been so much fun and brought me happiness all throughout this very frightening year. i spent dozens of hours sitting in front of my laptop developing fics and it provided me with an escape that i am very grateful for.
thus, i am immensely devoted and dedicated to this blog. i hope that in 2021 and the years that follow i can continue expanding my ideas and feeling proud about what i put out here.
now, i feel it would only be appropriate to thank nct for inspiring me to write. not only that, but i also thank them for working as hard as they do and creating music that resonates with people and becomes a safe place. they are a group of incredibly impressive and influential people that i can learn a lot from.
also, a huge thank you to my mutuals. i donât have many and i know i donât reach out or interact with them as much as i should... or at all oops (iâm genuinely so sorry, though! i promise i hate being an introvert T_T) but i appreciate and admire every single one of them albeit from afar. thank you for even following me in the first place! also thank you my friends who msg me regularly (@zoeisdeadinsideâ and @onlyjihoonsâ iâm looking at you!) my dms would be oh so empty without you guys. also, thank you alesha for always entertaining me and my nonsense. even if we donât talk much, i appreciate you and all that you do @heartyyjenoâ! and who would i be if i didnât mention my love @myaphroditejae? i know youâve been mia lately but i still thank you for putting up with my rants and ramblings. i miss you, angel đ„ș
which leads me to my followers! ^_^ i love you guys!!! i see every single follow and it really means so much to me. i get all giddy whenever i get a notif alerting me that someone actually wants to keep up with me and see what i have to offer! it makes me happier than you guys will ever understand. thank you for giving that to me <3
and to anyone who has ever liked, reblogged, replied, sent in an askâanon or notâor even just silent read, thank you, too! an author is nothing without their audience. thank you so, so much for being mine.
i think thatâs about it?? i hope iâm not missing anything >< iâm so dramatic, this did not have to be this long at all but i just had a lot to say (when do i not ahsjdk). i think iâm just excited since itâs my first year on tumblr as an nct/kpop writer and this is by far the most attention and support a blog of mine has received.
anyway, iâll wrap it up here by saying that iâm eager to see what the new year brings and hope it brings health and happiness to all. letâs have a great 2021, guys!
(also if you managed to actually read all this thank you, too!!)
#kai.txt#this is long oops#iâm sorry... kind of#hereâs a summary if you donât wanna read it: THANK YOU!!!#i really love this blog so much omg#wait i just realized this is my last post of 2020 wooo!#see you all next year! <3
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For some reason I was prompted to share my feelings on Bakugou, so here they are. Keep in mind this is my opinion and feeling, rational thinking is limited. Also, this is ramble/rant style so sense is out the door and thereâs mostly complaining. However you can relax as this isnât exactly anti-Bakugou. Not exactly.
Iâll say this much about Izukuâheâs a better person than I am. Iâm re-reading the manga and Iâll admit that if Bakugou treated me the way he treated Izuku I would have used OFA to break a bone a long time ago. (Okay, maybe I wouldnât, but I wouldnât be as nice to him as Izuku. Donât underestimate my passive aggressiveness and dirty looks.)
I donât hate Bakugou, but Iâm not his #1 fan either. Thatâs mostly a personality thing though, like how some people like hot peppers and others donât.
Iâll admit that some of my feelings are projecting as Iâve been physically and emotionally hurt by people only to have my justified feelings brushed aside with excuses, then made to feel bad for daring to feel upset.
I acknowledge that I am projecting and try to keep it in mind whenever Bakugou comes up. But thatâs why I get so upset when I see Izuku mentally praise someone who hurt him so much and having everyone else acting like Bakugou didnât do anything wrong when he did. Thatâs all on me though and tell myself every time that Izuku isnât me and heâs entitled to his own feelings and he chooses how act on them as he wants. Even if itâs not what I want, this isnât my story.
Thatâs why I started my Izuku/Bakugou thing; because after I read anti-bakugou posts I wondered if maybe weâre all projecting so much we forget to see the characters for who they are instead of whatâs in our heads. With that in mind Iâm trying to give Bakugou a fair chance on re-read and try to call myself out when Iâm being unfair.
That being said I do have valid complaints that have nothing to do with projecting that have/and will make rant posts about.
Again, I donât completely hate Bakugou though; Heâs a complex character and I like the times when heâs actually allowed to grow and isnât babied by the narrative.
(Just saw people talking about this) Everyone quotes the kidnapping arc when talking about Bakugouâs growth and thereâs a reason; itâs one of the few times Bakugou pays for his actions, feels regretful, and tries to do better.
He was so arrogant that he went headlong to fight villains despite knowing he was their target, which is like confronting a murderer in a warehouse alone, what do you think is going to happen? Because these guys are VILLAINS who know what the hell theyâre doing he gets captured. The consequence? All Might comes to save him and ends up in a battle where he ends up losing one for all once and for all. True he would have lost it eventually, but All Might would have had a little longer. (Though he probably wouldnât have gone out with as awesome a bang!)
Anyway, the point is that Bakugou did something rash and stupid and there were consequences for his actions; people suffered, HE suffered, and it helped him grow. He realized he messed up and took actions to improve a little; he started to realize that he needed to treat his class better and made SMALL efforts to improve his relationship with Izuku (again, small, but they are there). They even got to talk-fight things out like Shounen boys do. It was a beautiful, angsty arc that meant something. Even most anti-Bakugou fans will admit they liked this arc, not because Bakugou suffered, but because there were consequences and he was allowed to grow.
I also liked that he failed to get his license the first time because he didnât know how to handle the civilians because it was one of the few times in the story where a major flaw was acknowledged, called out, punished, and improved. It was a good arc for his development.
Thatâs why I get so pissed when I see other opportunities to improve his growth is ignored or tossed aside. I truly wanted Bakugou to grow and earn stuff, but instead the story usually hands it to him which makes his few moments of growth feel empty. Itâs like, what the hell? He was doing so good!
What I absolutely canât stand however is that in the bullying situation with Izuku the narrative seems to be pushing that we should feel sorry for Bakugou, the attacker, instead of Izuku who was the victim. And no. Bakugouâs reasons (even if theyâre not good reasons) explain why he did what he did, not excuse it.
He was scared that Izuku would be better than him so he attacked a kid who couldnât defend himself for years with bomb powers? Yeah, guess whoâs side Iâm on. Say anything you want, but whatever was going on in Bakugouâs head doesnât make his actions okay.
So to wrap up this nonsense; I donât like Bakugou, but I donât hate him. I hate his actions and how the story handles his actions and fails him by handling him with kid gloves. I also hate his relationship with Izuku for personal and valid reasons that I will go into detail when I finish my re-read.
Thank you for reading!
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#rant#ramble#bakugou critical#anti bakugou ACTIONS#anti narrative that babies characters#kick em when they're assholes!#bakugou x consequences#Also stop trying to make us feel sorry for bullies pls
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