#These shows are all so good and i love the fandoms

[pinechips]

Now, there are only 19 hours left before the finals close. Here are the (presumably hate?) comments directed at WN during this entire poll, along with my answers and thoughts.

"What the fuck is Warrior Nun?" or "Who are these people? Never heard of them." There is a perfect answer here from Almsy and this is my post from the previous round about why I love WN.

"Kill them!" or "I wish them all die." Over an online poll? You okay?

"Know your history." or "They don't understand the meaning of [ship name]." This was a good opportunity for me to learn about many other f/f ships, and I understood how each show represented women during that time. Still, that doesn't undermine the value of recent shows. The representation of women is important in every era, and Warrior Nun is an amazing show from this viewpoint, considering the current time we live in. I understand that history is essential, but Warrior Nun still holds a special meaning for me, just as [show name] does for you. This show was the only one that made me write fanfiction, and I wrote 400k about Avatrice (well, maybe now 500k, haven't checked recently).

"I saw Warrior Nun, and it is bad." Hey, I could've said the same thing about [show name], but I thought it would be rude. Jk, of course. We all have different tastes.

"I will never watch Warrior Nun." ...was it meant to be a hate comment? Because it's a good show, and if you don't watch it, it's a loss for either you or Netflix. I hope it's Netflix's loss cause I hate them. Have you heard that we put a freaking billboard in front of their HQ for a month?

"They do voter fraud!" Uh, I feel neutral about this topic. I think it would have been better if it were banned, tbh (look at the agony here), but apparently, it’s impossible to ban, and it's even encouraged by the mod of this poll. So well, what can I say? Also, when I look at the graph of the finals, the slopes of votes per hour from the two fandoms are nearly identical up to 27 hours after the start. I personally admire the enthusiasm of both fandoms, really.

"Let's do voter fraud!" The same as above.

Top Femslash Ships Bracket - FINALS

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Yall we are actually getting new phineas and ferb this year I just remembered and am feeling like. Giddy, 2010s era joy about it 🥺🥺

[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 9

AN: How have we come this far omg- Anyway, I recently hit 100 followers!!! SO I wanted to thank you all so much for your support on this journey! It's been such an amazing ride and I've loved every second. Being a part of this fandom is so fun, even if it's a jail sometimes (Looking at you Tiktok) and I just- I hope to repay the joy you guys have all given me.

This is a request! BUT I combined two requests because I had a really good idea for it! Twisted! Reader makes an appearance again!

Now, I know y'all love Teagan, and I do too! But their mains pmo so for the sake of the story they're the villain for now. Unless you main them, you're cool. This is just based on my experience and since I can't draw them pregnant this is what I need to do.

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight

Warning: Teagan gets a bad rep here, some physical violence (People get slapped), and Sl*t shaming (Reader doesn't let that shit slide though).

☁ You were ecstatic. That much was plain to see. You were practically jumping off the walls as you ran from toon to toon, each asking them the same, excited question. "Aren't you excited?!"

☁ The other three could only watch in exasperated awe as you cheered and bounced from foot to foot, trinkets bouncing off your hip. You were like a kid on Christmas, waiting at the elevator for the others willing to do a run to show up.

☁ You had finally, finally, gotten the all clear to return to distracting, even if the other three lowkey dreaded it, and were practically vibrating to return to your work.

☁ You had agreed to start at a normal run, no hunt for Dandy's twisted, and with all three of them with no pleading, which eased them just a bit. They'd be there should worst comes to worst and monitor how you were doing. If at any point you were unwell, they'd pull you from the run and work back up to what you normally were used to doing.

☁ You took what you could get in all honesty, just excited to be back, catching Pebble when he excitedly yipped up at you, his little tail wagging wildly. He was coming along as a back up. Just in case.

☁ Admittedly, the other three dragged their feet when it came to entering the elevator, even as you ran circles around them, yanking and pulling at them, urging them to hurry up.

☁ Pushing against Sprout, you groaned as he let his weight fall back, giving some grand show as to how "Gravity was increasing!", making you screech at him.

☁ You did surprise him when instead of crumbling under his weight, you stayed upright, pushing him up straight with a call for him to "Stop dragging your clown feet!"

☁ It was the four of you, Pebble, Teagan, Shelly and Glisten. Shelly too was excited as this would be her own first run as well, her own tail wagging happily behind her as you and her cheered in excitement. It was an adorable sight, really, there was a fond eye roll as the lever was pulled and the elevator brought you all to the first floor.

☁ While Sprout was trying to find common ground with Teagan about the tape situation, which she was being rather flippant about, Cosmo had cornered you with Astro's help, ticking off a number of things the keep in mind with your return to the field. You nodded along, even if they were sure you weren't listening as much as you tried to portray.

☁ "Additionally," Astro spoke up after Cosmo stopped to take a breath, the sudden glum loon on his face making you perk your attention up as you turned to him. "Your twisted is bound to be more active. We've noticed that more recently someone was turned, the more likely their twisted is to show up. If you need to, take a floor, let Pebble do it."

☁ His eyes shined with a domineering spirit you very rarely saw in the celestial, making you swallow tightly as you nodded. "I will."

☁ His eyes scanned your own before a star shard was ruffling your fur, making you yelp as you swatted at it. It made Astro chuckle as Cosmo tried not to laugh, making you squeal out a number of curses at the cake roll and celestial. The elevator opens just as the star shard retreats and Astro's gentle hand cups your cheek, pressing a hand to your lips. "Stay safe, starlight."

☁ "I will." You nod, standing and smoothing yourself out. Cosmo doesn't let you go far, wrapping his arms around you and smacking a hearty kiss onto your lips. "Just remember who's bed you sleep in, Pudding! Don't get hurt!"

☁ The unsaid threat makes a shiver spin down your spine as you turn, even if the happy fuzzies from the affections make your entire body buzz. You glance around for the final individual, making your way over to where Sprout looks ready to tear his leaves out.

☁ Teagen carried on anyway, passing you even as Glisten warned her to give you a minute. You let her go though, knowing that if they could last as long as they did without you, they'd last a few more minutes. You focused on Sprout, who took a long, deep breath before giving you a soft, tired smile. "Go get 'em, bud." He hums, setting his hands on your hips as you hold his cheeks to press a kiss to his lips. You nod happily before taking off at last, ears pricked for the twisteds.

☁ You find them quick enough, with Pebble staying nearby just in case. He's chasing his tail, you note, finishing another circle around the large boxes near broken. It seems to be a easy enough first floor, tranquil and calm with a number of fallbacks. It makes things fall into place that much easier as the machines are completed one by one.

☁ From there, floor by floor is completed each one a more welcomed reprieve than the last. There are some tensions, you note, as Sprout grows increasingly frustrated with Teagan, bringing up his concerns several times- more of you piping in as you went. Alas, she remained flippant, scoffing at each of you as if exhausted by your mere presence.

☁ You weren't sure if something had happened during your time as a twisted and subsequent recovery, but you knew Teagan always had some sort of...attitude. You tried to remain as accommodating as possible, but sometimes you just couldn't please everyone.

☁ When the elevator door opened and footsteps echoed in the hall, you tilted your head at the sound, not recognizing them right away. Looking behind you, you frowned at the faces you were faced with. Oh.

☁ "Pebble," You say, breaking the tense silence. "Stay close, buddy. I doubt this twisted is gonna like us very much." Not that any of them did, but still.

☁ You waved at your boys, who evidently didn't look thrilled at the prospect but let you go, nodding slowly as you began to take off. Your Twisted spotted you almost immediately and you felt your blood run cold at the sight.

☁ Their side oozed ichor, eyes beady and red and locked right onto you. It made you swallow as you picked up the pace, looking back at the sound of their hands hitting the floor. The development made your eyes widen as they took off much faster, claws outreached and ready to strike.

☁ You nearly tripped over your own feet, Pebble looking ready to jump in as he whines only for you to quickly recover, taking off to where you knew a good distracting spot was. You picked up a twisted Coal as well, which Pebble took so you could focus on the other twisted, even if he stayed nearby- which you appreciated.

☁ A part of you knew that he would though, as you have grown rather close with the pet rock, who slept in your bed with Blu more often than not these days. (Thats right y'all. Blu and Pebble friendship. Pebble sleeps in your bed. Coal sleeps on the floor.)

☁ So you continue, making sure you were distracting around a metal shelf, that managed to hold strong against your twisted's charging. It clanged everytime it rocked against the shelf, but you continued your little song and dance with the twisted. It was like distracting Goob or Scraps.

☁ Still, seeing your own face look like that makes your gut churn bitterly at the thought of being that at any point in time. You regret turning greatly, but if that was the only way to save Vee, you'd do it again in a heartbeat.

☁ You almost debate zoning out like you used to do, but that hope is quickly dashed at the sound of an air horn. It makes you skid to a stop as the Twisted you immediately turns tail to the other direction.

☁ You try yelling and using your ability to get them back, but they've already focused on someone else and you can't get them back until you get between them and the toon they're locked onto. Which, with your twisted, is a challenge.

☁ Anger boils in your gut as you take off once more, Pebble debating leaving the other twisted or following you. You call out a command for him to stay, which he does with a whine.

☁ You can't even help the growl of anger that slips out as you spot Teagan running, the version of you hot on her trail. You take off after her, even if your joints make their distaste known. This would be the final floor for you, you decided a while ago, promising to power through this one in the very least.

☁ You're not sure where Teagan is going, but you can't catch up. You're low on Stamina and without Astro nearby, you unfortunately just have to hope that Teagan has a trick up her sleeve.

☁ Speaking of Astro, you're practically gutted as you follow Teagan around a corner, the teacup making a beeline for the machine he was working on. You yell out for him to be aware, but have no real worry as even you've missed him a few times. He looks up, noting the situation with a nod, only to immediately gape as Teagan throws down a smoke bomb and the Twisted version of you locks onto him instead.

☁ He's trapped in a corner even as you take off once more, the version of you pouncing. It's claws dig into Astro's shoulders, making him cry out as you reactivate your ability. The twisted version of you immediately turns to you, screeching, but you pay it no mind, running in the opposite direction. Anger positively boils in your stomach as you curse and snap, acting more like a beacon than any airhorn could.

☁ You call for Pebble, making the rock run over, barking to call your Twisted's attention to him as you turned back to Astro. He was standing now, if a little woozy as you ran up to him.

☁ "Oh my GOD- I am so, so sorry. I tried catching up, but I couldn't and I didn't know you were here-" You began to babble, reaching into your inventory bag to grab...anything that could help really. You come up empty, but not for long as you see Sprout jogging down the nearby hall. You call to him and he whips his head over, eyes widening as he sees the ichor on your hands, dashing over.

☁ "We told you to be careful-" He's mid-scold when you stop him, shaking your head. "It wasn't me! Astro was hit!"

☁ Sprout pauses, face immediately taking a new tone. "Astro?" He turns and sees the claw marks on his shoulders, staining his blanket as the celestial groans. "Oh shit- Okay, yeah, let's get you to elevator, honey bun." Sprout bends down to scoop up the other main, making him groan. He goes to tell you to follow, not having the mental capacity to track both you and an injured partner, but you're following anyway.

☁ "I don't have any meds." You mutter forlorn, immediately looking defeated. Sprout frowns at that, giving a sigh. "I don't have enough tapes. I told Teagan there would be enough for both of us, but does she listen? No."

☁ "I'm sor-" Astro begins to groan, but you cut him off with a barked "Don't." Sprout raises a brow at your sudden temper, never knowing you to be one to act so...aggresively? You've always been a happy go-lucky angel of a being, never failing to light up the room with a smile.

☁ But to see you? Snarling with anger and sharp teeth on display, leftover from your time as a newly turned twisted? It makes his skin bristle. "What happened?"

☁ "That airhorn?" You practically spit. "Teagan blew it. Took the twisted from me and led them right to Astro! Then smoke bombed and let him take the hit!" You're seething and Sprout blinks in surprise at this, looking down at Astro. The Celestial's eyes are wide, looking between you and Sprout himself, as if uncertain how to go from there.

☁ Sprout wasn't sure either, simply taking you both to the elevator. Glisten and Cosmo are already there, hiding behind a box. Just as Sprout's about to call to Glisten the directions to the last machine, it goes off and the Elevator opens.

☁ Sprout quickly ducks inside, calling Cosmo over. The cake roll immediately gets to work, digging into his inventory for a first aid kit, getting to work on Astro's wounds. The celestial pouts, but sits, having seen first hand what Cosmo's glare is like when you dared disobeying.

☁ Admittedly, Sprout's still watching you. You're standing at the brink of the elevator, positively livid, but waiting. Like a predator would wait for its prey. You're poised, muscles tight and ready to strike the first chance you loosen your iron clad will just the tiniest bit.

☁ If nothing else, he's excited. To see you? The peachy keen, bushy-tailed, absolutely beaming beacon of hope and sunshines and rainbows and everything nice in the world absolutely let lose? Oh he's buzzing. Even if it's quelled a bit as Astro squeezes his hand, cursing at the sudden infectant on his wound.

☁ Glisten himself steps inside, with Shelly jogging in soon after. Pebble makes his appearance with a yip, immediately running to Astro's side with a wag in his tail, even if he whines at the main.

☁ Then, you're prey arrives. She's panting as she turns the corner, the elevator slamming down behind her as she bends down to lay her hands on her knees.

☁ Everyone is watching you, and your boys are sure you know it. Sprout swears on his life that your eyes flash red as you stalk over to her, growling as you do with a sneer on your lips.

☁ "Where were you so-called-distractors?!" Teagan snaps, turning to you with an indignant scowl on her face. "I nearly got hit!"

☁ "Oh. did you?" The snarl on your face falls for a second, replaced with a grin so sweet even Cosmo avoids looking over too long, cleaning the last of Astro's wound before pressing a bandage to it and a parting kiss. It makes Astro grin before he's gently pressing his own peck to Cosmo's head, immediately turning his attention back to you.

☁ Astro debates stopping you, but figures she's more than earned it with the attitude she's been giving Sprout all day.

☁ "That's funny." You continue, stepping close enough that every step forward makes Teagan take one back before she's pressed against a wall. Faster than any of them can react, your hand snaps out, claws digging into the metal of the wall, and this time Sprout's sure there's a flicker of red. "Because you know who did get hurt? Huh? After someone blew an airhorn? Then led the twisted right to him? Then smokebombed to ensure they saw him? Because I do."

☁ Teagan tries looking for an escape, but you're domineering in every aspect of the word. You're not even focused on them and Sprout wants to bow his head in shame.

☁ It's in your stance, the tone of your voice and your general aura around you. You're enraged and everyone in the elevator knows it.

☁ Everyone, but apparently Teagan. After realizing she doesn't have one, she rolls her shoulder and stands straight, getting in your face despite the snarl on your features. "If he would've moved, it wouldn't have happened! He's as much to blame. In fact, if anyone is to blame, it's you!"

☁ Pebble barks at this angrily, running up to your side, but he's momentarily ignored as whatever patience you had snapped. "MY FAULT?! You blew an airhorn for no reason. We had it under control. You've been a selfish, greedy bitch this entire time with no regards for anyone but yourself! You refuse to share tapes with Sprout, constantly get in mine and Pebble's way and damn near took a medkit from Cosmo! You're snotty at the best of times and too righteous for what I know you've done at the worst. I get your family system has a metric fuck-ton of drama going on, most of it self-inflicted by the way, but that does not give you the excuse to take that out on us, especially not my family."

☁ Teagan gapes as the elevator moves to return to the Lobby, Glisten standing by the lever with a grimace on his face as he stared at Teagan. Shelly is avoiding looking at either you or Teagan, making sure Astro is okay while Cosmo finishes up. Pebble is dashing between you and Sprout, whimpering up a storm.

☁ Sprout himself is watching carefully, torn between stepping between you two and letting you handle yourself. You're on a thin fuse and it's been snipped from her accusations. But Teagan has been a pain for awhile, the drama between her and Rodger reaching several boiling points which she takes out on the rest of the toons. It makes Sprout snarl to himself at the thought, keeping to his spot beside the other two. Astro, at least, looks thoroughly entertained and Cosmo seems neutral about the whole ordeal.

☁ There's a crack in the elevator and Sprout's immediately looking over. Your head is snapped to the left, cheek already looking swollen as Teagen's raised hand quivers. There are tears in her eyes, but she's just as angry as you're slowly looking.

☁ Sprout steps forward to intervene, but Astro's tail swipes against his knees, pulling his attention to the celestial, who shakes his head. So Sprout stills an watches as you move your jaw.

☁ "You have no idea what I've been through! You have no right to mention that! It's not my fault you- you sell yourself out! You're cheap and a dime-a-dozen toon! You should stay in your lane before I force you back into it!" Teagan snaps, clenching her hands.

☁ You look back at her, almost stunned but you quickly recover. "Let me make this one thing explicitly clear to you." You begin, tone chilling the air in the elevator. "Everyone knows what happened between you and Rodger. How? We've heard your screaming matches for weeks. Either break-up or don't. Just figure it the fuck out, if nothing else but Toodle's sake. Second," You hold up a second finger, eyes narrowing. "If you think for one ounce of a second that your relationship is anything comparable to mine, I have some bad news for you. There is nothing even remotely similar between our relationships. Ours is healthy, but you wouldn't know anything about that now would you. And third," You pause.

☁ Then there's another crack and Teagan is backed against the wall. "If you ever lay your hands on me again, I'll feed you to a twisted." You glower just as the elevator opens. You look at it then at your boys, grinning like normal.

☁ "C'mon, lets get Astro to bed. He's injured so he loses rights to complain about getting babied."

☁ "I do not!"

☁ Sprout's already laughing as he carries Astro to your room, Cosmo coming up behind you with an arm around your waist. He waits until you're out of earshot of the others before nudging you. "That was pretty hot, you know, pudding."

☁ You flush before laughing, pushing him away by his face. "Yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself. Don't you have a celestial to heal?"

☁ Cosmo snickers, pressing a kiss to your lips under the guise of healing you just as Pebble runs up to join you guys, beating you to your own room where he sits with Blueberry cake against Astro.

☁ Pebble isn't sure what really went on, but watching you laugh again makes it all seem alright.

☁ Even if it was at the expense of Teagan.

☁ She seemed like a cat lady anyway.

[makimahinalno]

Rin is often represented as nothing more than a good girl, but that girl was actually unhinged. She really waited for Obito in the afterlife after seeing all the murdering he did and was like "Bestie I missed you, don't cry, you tried your best! 🥰😘🫂". Also in my head I believe that the reason why it was so easy for her to step in front of Kakashi's chidori is because she wanted to see Obito again, it was easy to die because she believed her friend was waiting for her.

But fr canon ObiRin will forever be my favourite platonic couple. The love they had for each other was deeper then friendship and yet their love was never the "eros type of love". And yet 90% of fandom understood it as "Obito is doing the whole Moon eyed plan so he can be with Rin (romantically) in one life". No! She was his bestie, he wanted to relive his childhood with her again, where she is alive, healthy and happy! And Obito respected Rin before anything else, the moment he understood that Rin felt attraction for Kakashi, he STEPPED BACK, he never tried to do anything that could make her uncomfortable because their friendship was more important to him. Rin just being happy was more important to him. Even when he was dying painfully under that rock, his entire organs and bones gone, he just told Rin "pls take care of yourself, I'll be gone soon" he didn't tell her his feelings cause he didn't want Rin to feel as if she owed him something (Kakashi is the one that does it later, making her feel guilty).

Also can we give Obito a round of applause for being the only romantic guy, bringing flowers and trying to woo a girl, when every other man didn't even try a little? We have women simping for men who are either:a)"The cool guy" that doesn't show any kind of emotions, yet everyone wants him;b)"The oblivious one" acts like he never seen or heard about love, might mistake it for food; there might be other variations of these 2 examples but it all leads back to women growling for men to notice them/or women taking the initiative cause men can't be bothered.

Kishimoto obviously has a certain view when it comes to romance, and it's "women must chase men, and maybe they'll give them the courtesy and return their feelings." This man accidentaly wrote ObiRin as the healthiest relationship in the manga and it's hilarious tbh🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Rin loved Obito more than Kakashi

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (1/24/25) - "Animal Shenanigans" Fics - part 2

I had so many lovely fics featuring Aziraphale and Crowley with animal friends, I had to break it into two parts.

Click here to see my first post. And you'll find all my past recommendations here. Once again, I'll start with a puppy story. How could I do anything else? On his lunch break, Crowley sees a beautiful Samoyed off-leash in the park. The dog is beautiful. But his person turns out to be even more so. So Crowley devises a scheme to meet cute with the dog's handsome person by attracting the pup with a ham sandwich. Organically Sourced Serotonin (T) is by KissMyAsthma and leukozyna.

One of the funniest fics I've ever read is You Don't Need a License for That (M) by @waitingtobebroken. Crowley works in the town's licensing bureau. Aziraphale comes in for a business license. Then returns several times for increasingly ridiculous licenses--including one for an exotic animal. It's ridiculously silly and made me laugh out loud throughout.

In the charming meet-cute story by @itsscottiesstark, Love me Good (E), Crowley admires the beautiful cat across the way and leaves a message in the window for their person. This leads to an interesting correspondence and more.

The illustrated tale, Purrchance to Dream (M) by @ukcalico and @vavoom-sorted-art is an angsty account of Crowley being followed by a mysterious, fluffy white cat after Aziraphale returns to heaven. This WIP is currently on hiatus. But the story and beautiful art make it worth checking out. And perhaps leaving a comment for the writer and artist sharing your appreciation for their work so far.

The Grass is Always Greener (M) by @beerok23 has Mr. Brown and Crowley competing for Aziraphale's affections. Alternating POV includes some by Crowley's cat, Comma. Of course, Comma is the one with the brain cell.

Dog lovers, in particular, will adore When Harry met Bentley (T) by @doomed-spectacles. Crowley has a nervous, retired racing greyhound. Aziraphale has a basset hound. They meet at the dog park when Aziraphale offers shelter under an umbrella during a sudden rainstorm. Vavoom. Excellent banter. Fluffy enough that you'll need a pet fur tool to clean up after reading. I loved it!

Azeutrecia tells a silly story in the correspondence between the new Supreme Archangel and Crowley. In The Kids Are All Right (T), Aziraphale is incensed to find that Crowley has moved on without him and is living in the country with all his girls.

In Slinky Snakes (T), my perennial favorite, AppleSeeds, tells the story of the magician Aziraphale who performs a magic show at a caravan campground. Crowley presents reptiles. And he's very attractive. But every week, his snake tattoo is in a different place. It drives Aziraphale insane.

And finally, a new fic just published yesterday that is sweetness itself. In Darling! (G) by @eybefioro, Crowley and Aziraphale move to the South Downs where they are adopted by the town cat, Darling. Charmingly told from Darling's point of view. I'll return next week with more fan fic recs organized by theme. Please reblog. And follow to see other fics I reblog periodically. And don't forget--always thank your favorite fic writers. They're a gift to the fandom.

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Big “I’m Back, Bitch” post after my Hiatus.

Hello All!

This is kinda just intended for close moots or anyone who was worried about me or is interested in Poppi’s Personal Life Lore, just to keep you guys up to speed on how I’m doing after some time away and what to expect from me in 2025.

SO MUCH has happened in the two months I was away from Tumblr so for starters, here is a brief list of updates I have about My life/Fandoms/General shenanigans in no particular order

- The Ithaca Saga came out and it was AMAZING. I completely ignored my stockings that Xmas morning and instead just listened to it. By the time Christmas day was over I’d already listened to it about six times.

- Yes I was at the watch party along with 206,000 other people. It was truly historical.

- The Helluva Boss sinsmas special came out and almost made me cry. It’s been a while since I was posting about that show, but dw I still watch it

- I’m now on book 3 of Magnus Chase and YES YOU WERE ALL ABSOLUTELY CORRECT I LOVE ALEX SO MUCHHHHH. Expect some Alex Fierro/Fierrochase/Jack x Riptide content from me soon

- The Star Wars Disney+ shows are better than they’ve been since Mandolorian Season One.

- HAPPY 2025!!! This can’t be a real year. 2017 was still last year. No way we’re halfway through the 20s already.

- I had a BIG LIFE UPDATE that for personal reasons I can’t share online but it was BIG and also GOOD and I’m really proud of it. It was also unexpected and not the reason I took time off for. Idk why I’m including this bc I can’t really say anything about it but I need y’all to know that something good happened. It seems like when I vent about personal stuff here I only talk about the bad but good stuff does happen sometimes too.

- I got a weighted blanket for xmas. It’s so cozy and I love it.

- I have started getting into making OCs. Some for fandoms, some not.

- Penelope is now my favourite character in Epic.

- I’ve been writing this fanfic about the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace going on a TLT-style quest together so stay tuned to either read that or watch me give up on it and then just infodump about the plot I would’ve written if I’d had the energy

- I’m finally caught up on The Amazing Digital Circus

- I’m finally caught up on Agatha All Along (I still have the last episode to watch)- I think Joe Locke is stuck playing Sad Gay Baby-bois for the rest of his carrer now.

- Joel Smallishbeans won Wild Life and Grian is making 7hr Hermitcraft videos now.

- I performed in a play

- I have a 133-day streak on Duolingo!!

- Technically my one year Hyperfixation anniversary of Percy Jackson! I count it as the first Wednesday after Christmas as that’s when I watched the TLT musical for the first time. Because of this, whenever I doodle an SPQR tattoo on my arm when I’m bored, I will now draw two lines under it instead of one.

- Less than one month into 2025 and I can already predict that “The Challenge” is gonna be my top song of the year on Spotify

- Overall, I’ve just been trying my best to relax and take it easy, and I think I succeeded, which is good because that’s what I needed.

Now for the slightly less lighthearted stuff. I need to set a few things straight, for myself more than anything.

Firstly, I want to clarify that mentally I'm fine. I realise my leave was sudden and might’ve worried some people, and I apologise, but I am safe. You don't have to worry about my health or wellbeing.

This too will pass, and you'll get more dedicated, hyperobsessed Poppi back again once this has all blown over. Although, the aforementioned “BIG GOOD LIFE UPDATE” might complicate things.

Holidays are a stressful time for me, as I’m sure they are for you. With that on top of work and life stuff I needed to shed some mental load and unfortunately Tumblr was the first thing to go. And it will be the first thing to go again when something else stressful shows up. Adulting is hard you guys.

I've made it no secret that I've had some stressful stuff going on in my life these past few months. Yes, I am back from hiatus. Yes, I'm taking the time to rest and take care of myself. But I do not have the physical capacity to fully administrate a Tumblr blog on top of everything else right now.

So from now on, things are gonna be a little bit different around here. I won't be making posts every day and I won't be writing large fanfics or working on any complex fanarts.

I will need to take more hiatuses as things pile up.

I don’t know when exactly, but consider it a fact (unless I say otherwise) that this will happen again.

I know a lot of you will be understanding but I want to set these rules for myself so I don't feel any pressure from my brain to provide for you all. As I'm sure most of you will relate, I have a kinda all-or-nothing attitude to my interests, and as of this point in my life I can't afford to give my all to my blog. So expect a lot less from me these next few months.

Also, still nothing on the Autism Assessment Application stuff, in case anyone was wondering about that. This is the reality of living under the NHS. But by talking to people I’ve still been able to get the help and support that I need regardless of a diagnosis. And I also have a bunch of fidget toys now!!

Anyhoo, sorry for the ramble. I neither assume nor expect everyone will bother reading this so thank you for taking the time if you did. I wanted to put all of this in one post so I don’t need to keep talking about this and boring y’all with personal details in case you’re not interested. On with the fun fandom fiascos!!

I thank you all for your patience and being so kind and considerate while I needed some rest. I could not hope for a more awesome corner of the internet to exist on. Love you all. Stay safe. I’ll see you soon!

— Poppi <3

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[raisinchallah]

contemplating the various reasons for xena being forgotten while its peers like buffy or the x files still have thriving fandoms.. its many factors but i think one it stopped being seen as a show on its own merits and became kind of a punchline and joke about lesbians in wider pop culture like it was popular it was mainstream it was regularly beating star trek in syndication and was regularly the most popular action show in international purchasing rights it was broadcast all over the world and now poof like it never existed i think a few of the problems are its been sparse on streaming for yeaars and thats how many people watch these shows secondly its not had an hd remaster and especially season one probably looks atrocious on a huge tv and the wonky old cgi probably doesnt help since so many sci fi fantasy fans seem to be weirdly difficult about bad effects anyways we need to work to get doctor who fans into xena theyre the only ones who wont say a peep about it but anyways the fact all its seen as is this lesbian show had i think two effects which is random straight viewers are not going to seek it out even if idk they loved the witcher or some other recent fantasy action adventure show its just not classed with that anymore so it loses that mainstream element it cant be part of general nerd fandom cuz its just that weird gay show and also frankly i think a lot of queer women watched the show not necessarily cuz they liked it but because it was kind of seen as like one of the few gay shows out there u see lots of women saying like now that i can watch the L word what do i need xena for when theyre like wildly different shows then compounding that with the extremely controversial finale that lead a lot of people to leave fandom feel totally heartbroken about it i think really didnt help the continuity and longevity of an already contracting fandom like season 5 was hated but also really hard to watch lots of articles on whoosh people discussing waking up at like 3am to record xena episodes cuz they were broadcast at crazy times and many countries tv networks stopped buying it or suddenly delaying release by like 8 months which was terrible for people involved in internet fandom now suddenly being way behind everyone else so way fewer people were watching the final seasons a lot more people didnt like major parts of them and it really splintered fandom as well as many people stuck by the show out of this sense of uniqueness but there were not long after xena a trickle of more gay characters and gay shows on television and with many people who felt toyed with and would be like oh they never confirmed xena and gabrielle and xena died horribly i prefer to watch the L word which doesnt toy with you about them being lesbians etc real opinions ive seen out there anyways i think these problems compound idk gay internet fandom is fickle and has often jumped between the various hot new things in a way that makes it hard to keep xena going it never really transitioned as a fandom into like the ff.net and livejournal era in a significant way and has struggled for relevance since and ultimately for reasons outlined above i think its struggled to be seen as anything other than that gay show and is viewed only in that lens its not seen as a fun complex action adventure show with fun meta elements and genre experimentation that boldly reinvents itself every few seasons but also it has failed to take hold in the one community it would continue to entice i do also think the fact of it seeming like a holdover and well the black stain of the concept of queerbait also perhaps didnt help it seemed out of date old fashioned compared to idk the hot new random gay characters on tv cuz nobody wanted to fucking tell people and remember how crazy insane and good and like bone deep thematically gay xena is and like is also just good fucking tv and also people just dont respect women thats the truth people dont care about stuff about women… ok my theoriez.. thanks for ur time

[williamvapespeare]

going to u for advice/hear others thoughts, not to attack u, but how do u reconcile knowing the actions of neil gaiman with interacting with dead boy detectives stuff? i know he didn't make all the comics but he made the original/other comics are based on his works and he was an executive producer for the netflix show. i'm feeling conflicted and i haven't seen a lot of dbda fans talking about it

hey! this is something i've been thinking about a lot too and my answer is solely based in my own experience; i can't speak for all dbda fans. i wouldn't say that i was a huge neil gaiman fan before this, even though i did like his work - you can see i wrote one good omens fic back in the day and i do remember loving "ocean at the end of the lane" when i read it. i was really sad that i couldn't see the play when it was in london. i definitely liked what he did, but i hadn't read all his books or anything like that so i can't imagine the hurt other people are going through who DID feel that way.

i see dbda as distanced from him in part because i haven't read or seen Sandman, which is maybe a problem because it allows me to block out his association with something i love. i've engaged with it mostly by reading dbda fanfic that uses sandman characters, etc (also HUGELY unrelated not, but once i got a comment on a fic gushing about how i'd used sandman lore in a throwaway line about charles not dreaming and i just said like "oh thank you!" or something but it was completely accidental al;sjkf). from what i know: neil gaiman didn't write the comics and wasn't involved in the show beyond executive producing. i want to support people making fun queer horror art because that's the kind of art i love and i personally like to make. the way people engage with this is going to be individual, especially for anyone who needs to grieve or deal with feelings of betrayal and trauma.

personally, the things i will do going forward are: try not to give support to media that will benefit gaiman, and DO give vocal and monetary support to the creatives of dbda when i can (ie i supported the Appearances fundraiser because i want to see these creators make more excellent weird queer art and i knew that money would go to them), give praise and credit for the show to the people who were actively involved in making it - Steve Yockey, the writers, the cast, the writers/artists of the comics - these people we KNOW were the ones who had hands in crafting the story we love and none of them are neil gaiman.

you are 100% right to call attention to the fact that gaiman is inherently connected to this world and story that i/we love and that IS something i need to learn to acknowledge in my existence in fandom and as someone inspired by it. i don't have a concrete answer for how i'm going to do that morally, other than make sure i'm aware of it and try to make decisions that support the creatives who make artistic and moral choices that i DO believe in.

hopefully this answer was somewhat coherent and answered your question alright? again, this is probably a really individual thing for all fans of the show so i'm sure everyone will have their own insights

[andychaosblog]

To this day, I'm still... Bitter... Towards the Thomas the Tank Engine fandom.

After watching Thomas get brutally crushed to death in the fan film, Tobias and the Arcane Merchant, I only felt more vindicated about how the fandom treated these characters.

I was shocked, scared, bitter, hurt, distraught. All words that describe how I felt, watching my childhood hero be reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble.

But as I've mellowed out, I began to realize that, it's okay to be angry. I have my own voice. And I want want to talk about what Thomas means to me.

Thomas was, my only childhood friend. This was before I was diagnosed with Autism, and as a scared, confused toddler, I struggled with making friends growing up.

But Thomas, he was always there for me. When I needed him most. Him, and his island full of colorful friends were the only thing that kept me sane as I grew up in my early years.

But then... Second grade happened... And one, unassuming day, I was peer pressured so badly, I left Sodor behind, seeming for good.

I childishly tried to be "More adult" so that others would like me.

But over a decade later, I found myself returning out of curiosity for what fans were doing, and let me tell you... It wasn't a pleasant start... It was a miniseries about a fan character named Alfred killing off the friends I left behind. I felt powerless in that situation, as I watched all these characters of my childhood be senselessly slaughtered purely for fandoms sick desires for "darker" and "edgier" content.

That was truly where my hatred for fandoms formed.

The Awdry family, and Ms. Allicroft would have NEVER allowed things like what this fandom can cook up.

From Victor Tanzig, to whatever the fuck that series was with the Gordon vine rape scene, it only goes to show that fandoms CANNOT be trusted in my eyes.

Thomas, Percy, Gordon, Henry, James, Edward, Toby.... None of them deserve what some of these... Individuals... Have done to them.

I have my voice. I hate content like this, with an all consuming fire in my soul. For what it does to kids watching them, for the painful memories it's caused me, to the sheer ego's of those who push it off as, "Over reacting".

I know what this franchise is. Escapism. An escape from this cold, cruel, isolating world we live in. And to see people CONSTANTLY shoving in our real world into a show that has positively affected my life for 26 years and counting.

All I have to say is: "How do you people sleep at night?"

How do you sleep knowing that you traumatize children who watch your shit? With no these characters you claim to love are massacred in ways I wouldn't wish on my own enemies? How do any of you sleep?

...

I... Apologize if I got a bit... Heated in this. This is a topic I, as a Thomas fan from birth, am DEEPLY enveloped with.

This fandom can make great things, I've seen them myself. From the countless fan made Arthur focused fan episodes, to the phenomenal Project Tigermoth.

These characters, are like family to me. A family that I love, and adore, even now.

-Andy, a passionate Thomas Fan.

[dreamingofep]

Forbidden Love pt. 12💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem! reader]

TW: cussing, tension, Dom/sub dynamic, bondage, Elvis being a possessive little sh*t😏🤭

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Hi everyone! Happy Friday! This chapter… this chapter was A LOT to write and it’s all because this man is so damn fine🫠 Just look at these pictures! Please strap in for this part, it’s quite a lot heh. I kinda like him when he’s… you know… upset and bossy… I might be the only one who feels that way I’m suuurrreee😝 🫣 Anyway, hope you like this next part!

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July 31st, 1969

The night had finally come. It was Elvis’ opening night. You were so excited to see him perform live. It had been over a decade since you were able to watch him on stage. You had a feeling he was going to be better than you could have imagined. He was full of nerves the proceeding days but something about having you there calmed his nerves slightly.

You sat in one of the center red booths with a few other couples in his circle. You wore a cute black tank and skirt with knee-high boots. Everyone was nice and complimented on how you looked. They were very gracious to you and didn’t ask you any questions about why you were here alone. You were sure they caught wind of what happened but didn’t bring it up thankfully. The audience was buzzing and there were girls giddy with excitement. You were right there with them! You couldn’t wait to see what he would wear and how the bright lights would shine on him.

The thunderous drumroll begins to play behind the gold curtain and everyone turns their attention to the stage. Your skin prickles as the band starts to play the opening riff. The bass of the drum beats loudly against your chest and you’re on the edge of your seat. It takes a few minutes for Elvis to appear and for a second, you’re scared he’s not coming out. He told you how nervous and scared he was to be performing again. He deeply cared what the fans thought about him and didn’t want to let them down.

Your own nerves began to build and just as you thought, he walked from the wings of the stage. You hold your breath when you get a glimpse of him on that huge stage. If you didn’t, you’d be screaming and crying like these other girls here. He looked radiant and had the most brilliant smile on his face. He wore a two-piece, all-black suit with a herringbone pattern on the lapels with a scarf tucked into his top. You had never seen him look so good. And that’s really saying something. The way he walks is like a lethal animal. Those piercing blue eyes make you weak and he is in full command of this stage. Of his stage. If he was nervous, you couldn’t tell with the way he was stalking the audience, prowling as if we were his prey that he was going to take this room down one by one.

He puts his guitar strap around his shoulder and makes his way to the microphone. His deep tenor voice booms through the speakers and you feel your heart pounding.

Well it’s one for the money

Two for the show

Three to get ready now go cat go…

His voice sounded so strong and echoed through the large crowd. Everyone is screaming his name, thrilled to hear and see this man in person. Just like in rehearsals, he brought a new light to these older songs. They didn’t lack any luster and was so unbelievable to hear them live on a big stage.

The show was over an hour of nonstop hits and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you felt flustered watching him up there. The most subtle movements were suggestive and the gritty sound of his voice sent a tingle through you. How he would thrust with the beat of the drums or pull his guitar out and then against his body over and over as if he was in the throes of passion with you. The longer he was on stage, the more you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to subside that ache he’s created in you.

He closed out the night with Can’t Help Falling in Love and it was the perfect song choice. One of the guys asks you if you’re coming to the press conference at midnight. You wouldn’t miss it for the world and knew you needed to see Elvis. You wanted to kiss him and show him exactly how he’s made you feel. You didn’t care anymore about the cameras. You weren’t going to hide your feelings anymore.

*

The guys help you get to the large ballroom where the conference is being set up. The room is full of reporters and a few lucky fans. You decide to keep standing against the wall, hoping he will spot you quickly.

At midnight on the dot, a side door opens and in walks Elvis, looking drop-dead handsome. He wore a black suit with nothing underneath the jacket except for a pink scarf fluttering out of it. His hair was fluffy and combed back again compared to the sweaty mess he was on stage moments ago. Everyone bursts into applause as he enters the room and your mouth goes dry. He makes you feel completely entranced by his presence and his god-like looks.

Yet again, he commands the room, his whole body language calm and in control. He starts taking questions from the press and he’s as charming as ever. You can tell he’s enjoying himself and everyone is hanging on every word he says. He was a feast for the eyes. The way he was absentmindedly playing with the rings on his fingers, twisting them back and forth and rubbing them as he answered a question. It was harmless to most but for you, you couldn’t help but think how those fingers would make you cry his name. It kept getting worse when he would bend his leg and rest his knee on the table in front of him, making him seem like he was the most dominant man on this planet.

After everyone had their questions answered, they allowed people to take pictures with him. You were dying to congratulate him and be in his arms again. But there were so many people in this room pushing their way forward to him. You had to be patient and you knew your time would come.

You’re only a few people away and going to squeeze through when you stop dead in your tracks.

You see Dianne wrap her hands around Elvis’ waist and pull him in for a hug. He looks down at her and smiles and pulls her in tighter, kissing the top of her head and posing for the camera. The second the flash goes off, Elvis meets your angry eyes as you stare at him. You couldn’t even fake a smile when you looked at him. All the things he’s been saying to you and how he’ll ‘take care of you’ and ‘do anything for you’ seems like a bunch of shit he made up just to shut you up.

“Hi y/n,” he says low. “So glad you’re here.”

“That makes one of us,” you snap, quickly turning away and heading out the door.

You quickly make it back to the penthouse, being careful that no one is following you or watching where you are going. You were fuming that Diane was here. For a second you thought it could just be you and Elvis for this trip but no, this little act they had going on had to come to Vegas too. You angrily kick off your heels and head for the bathroom, peeling off the jewelry Elvis bought you that feels meaningless now.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you hear the front door of the suite slam closed. You didn’t care who it was you didn’t want to see anyone. The bathroom door squeaks open wider and Elvis stands in the doorway, looking just as angry as you.

“What the hell was that?” He snaps.

“What was what?! I didn’t want to be down there with you two,” you scowl.

“You didn’t need to storm off like that-“ he starts but you interrupt him.

“Why is she here?” You snarl.

“Goddamn it don’t start,” he says giving you a look of warning.

“I’m so fucking tired of her Elvis. She doesn’t need to be here! Why can’t you tell her once and for all you don’t want her here!”

“I’ve told you it’s not that simple! This was a press conference, of course they would ask if I had a girl. I had to act like what I was saying wasn’t a total lie,” he tries to say calmly.

“You could’ve lied still and not had her here that’s all I’m saying!”

“What did you want me to do?! Pull you from the crowd and tell the world how I’m infatuated with a married woman! Is that what you want?” He spats.

“You’re unbelievable, I’m so fucking done,” you mutter pushing past him to get out of the bathroom. You shuffle through the drawers to get something else to wear and turn back to him, anger flowing off of him once again.

“Is anything you tell me the truth? Do you actually care about me?” You threaten.

“You’re kidding me right?” He says flatly.

“No, I have no idea what you think of me anymore. One second you’re promising me the world and treating me like you love me and the next you have another girl around your neck! The one you tell the world you might marry one day! ”

You swear his eyes are on fire the way he’s looking at you, so filled with anger at the words you’re saying to him. “God I can’t believe this has gone on so long with her! Wasting your fucking time. And you probably-,” you say briefly but stop yourself.

“No, what? Come on and say it,” he challenges, taking another step closer to you.

You take a step closer to him too, looking up at him defiantly as you were about to say the same words he told you the first time you’d seen each other after so many years.

“You probably thought of me too, all those years ago, begging for you, while you were in her, didn’t you?” You hissed. His eyes grow wide and looks at you in utter disbelief. He doesn’t make a sound and just stares craters into you.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you spat, feeling proud of yourself for jabbing him where it hurt.

You’re about to reach for the doorknob when you feel his hand pull at your hip to make you turn around and have you pressed against the door. His other hand tangled in your hair tightly, pulling your hair and making you gasp at the sudden forcefulness. You drop the extra clothes that you had in your hand and look into his fiery eyes.

“You just love to piss me off don’t you?” He hisses in your ear.

“You question my feelings for you? Do you think I fuck anyone the way I fuck you,” he snarls, nipping at your neck.

You meet his heated gaze and your heaving chests touch each other as you stay silent.

“I have no idea,” you say frustrated.

A low growl vibrates from his chest and he puts your hands above your head, holding them there while his body pins you against the door. You hold back the moan your body makes when you feel his hard length pressing into you.

You shouldn’t want him in this moment. You were so pissed off at his behavior that you shouldn’t even be in the same room as him but you couldn’t pull away. You wanted him to prove how much he wanted you. Over and over and over again.

“You’re gonna make me show you, aren’t you? Teach you how to fuckin’ behave.” He says with a roll of his hips grinding into you. You bite your lip to silence yourself and wait for him to look at you.

“I need to show you what it means to be mine hmm,” he threatens.

Your mind screams yes at him. You want his every last ounce of attention from him and make you his. You don’t care how he needed to, you wanted him to show you and live up to his words.

He lets go of your wrists and lets your arms fall to the side. You reach up to kiss him but he backs away, denying you of his touch.

“No, you don’t get to touch me.” He says hotly, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling the scarf from his neck.

“Turn around,” he commands.

You look at him wide-eyed and slowly turn to face the door. You feel him pull your hands behind your back and wrap the scarf a few times around your wrists before tying it in a knot. Your heart pounds as what’s about to happen. You have no idea what he was going to do to you but you had no control either.

You were at his mercy now.

“Go sit on the bed,” he tells you. You do as you’re told and sit on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. He stands before you shirtless and you watch him unbutton his pants. He doesn’t go any further than that as he puts his hands on your knees and uncrosses your legs, spreading them wide. Your skirt was short so it was easy for him to see your panties. You felt that they were soaked through and hoped he wouldn’t notice the wet stain.

His finger pulls aside your panties and he makes this delicious groan as he looks at your dripping cunt. He looks up at you, sending chills down your spine.

“Who made you this fucking wet?”

“Y-you,” you say quietly.

“That’s right. No one else gets you like this. Because you are mine and can’t deny it. All fucking mine,” he growls as he pushes two of his fingers to your entrance. You gasp at the sensation and look up at him shocked.

“Jesus you’re so starved for it. So starved for my attention hmm?” He asks you confidently.

“No, I'm not,” you say defiantly.

He looks up at you unamused by your attitude and pushes both of his fingers inside of you. You let your jaw fall slack and groan out in pleasure.

“Elvis,” you cry.

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought. So damn needy for me, only me.”

His fingers pump in and out of you, leaving you more and more breathless. He curls his long fingers and makes your hips buck up, hitting the most sensitive spot inside you and leaving you wanting more. He spreads and pumps his fingers, making you more wet for him as time passes. He keeps the same motions for a long time as you feel yourself about to come unglued. Your walls flutter around him and he quickly pulls his fingers out of you.

“No please,” you gasp.

He doesn’t listen to your cry, he unzips the rest of his pants and pulls them down his narrow hips, revealing his hard cock. You shudder at the sight of him. He also looks very needy. Aching for your touch and your pleasure you were so ready to give to him.

He looks into your needy eyes and brings his two wet fingers to his mouth, closing his eyes and licking your wetness off of them. He relishes in the taste of you and you can’t tear your eyes off of this man as you feel the pulsating warmth in your core worsen. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop and bites his lip when he looks at you.

He looks dangerous.

Just like that animal on stage, he was about to eat you alive.

“Get on your knees, make it nice and wet before I fuck you,” he tells you.

You can’t feel your legs and feel so weak over what he wants from you. You do as you’re told though, sinking to your knees and looking up at him. He holds the base of his cock and taps it on your lips.

“Open that mouth for me,” he orders. You do as he says and your eyes roll back when you taste the salty precum dripping out of him. He pushes his length deeper inside you and grabs a fistful of your hair, making you look up at him.

“Look at me when you take my cock down your throat,” he commands, pushing more of his length inside you making you gag. He pulls out of you as you gasp for air. Your eyes water at the corners and continue to stay still, breathing heavily. You open your mouth again for him, waiting to move. He has a smirk on his face as he looks down on you.

“That’s a good girl. Sucha good girl for me.” He hums as he slides his cock back into your mouth. You let him use you any way he wants until he’s had enough, gagging and drooling over his cock.

He quickly pulls himself out of you and pulls you up by your arm.

“Turn around, bend over the bed, and be good,” he tells you. You felt your body become limp at what he wanted from you. You had never submitted yourself to a man like this, having no control over anything. Especially being restrained…

You try to beg him, “Baby please, I’ll listen-,” you try to reason but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Good, then bend over and let me show you you’re mine,” he hisses, twisting you around and pulling your body flush to his. His hard length pushed against your backside and you both groan. He licks the crook of your neck and up to your ear. You hold your breath and feel every fiber of your being on fire. He then nips your ear and makes you jump.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he warns.

You take a few steps and bend over the bed, resting your chest and cheek on the comforter. You twist your wrists a bit, seeing if you can get loose but it’s no use. The knot was secure. Your heart pounds away and you feel both of his hands tightly squeeze your hips. You feel his head push at your entrance and hear him grunt as he thrusts most of his length inside you. You groan in agony and feel the searing pleasure of your walls squeezing around him.

“Elvis, oh God,” you cry.

He pushes the rest of his cock inside you and he begins to fuck you in long, firm thrusts. You close your eyes and bite your lip, forcing every moan to stay in your throat and not come out. He is letting all of his feelings come out and is very vocal about how good he feels. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t see anything he has in store. His hips move in the best ways and your body relaxes more and more with every movement.

You try to look at him and try to turn your body slightly. He doesn’t like that and his hand is in your hair, keeping you still.

“No, stay right here and let me hear how much you love this,” he says low. His voice sends a chill down your body and makes you moan.

“Yes, baby. It’s so good,” you whine breathlessly, “Please keep moving.”

He moves faster and has you gasping for air. He loves hearing you lose control just as much as you love hearing praise from him.

He lets go of your hair and puts his hand back on your hip, giving him the most leverage. He grinds you into the base of his cock making you feel on the brink of collapse. You couldn’t last much longer at the rate he was taking you. You were already so weak watching him perform that anything was going to put you over the edge.

Your legs were weak and you could feel your walls flutter as he stuffed you to the brink. You whine for him to make you cum, desperate for your release. He doesn’t give you what you want right away. He slows down and sees how needy you are.

“Sucha needy girl. You need to cum? You need Daddy to make you cum?” His voice was low and gravelly. Your heart hammers at what just came out of his mouth. Oh God, you’ve never wanted to call another man that but from his lips?! You wanted to call him that and have him give you anything else you wanted.

“Y-yes Daddy. Please, please give it to me,” you moan. He lets out a guttural groan hearing you submit to him like this.

“That’s it baby, sucha good girl. Keep begging for Daddy, I like it,” he quips, rolling his hips slowly.

He was going to make your heart fly out of your chest. You felt your core flutter around him and barely held yourself back from finishing. You wanted to listen to him though, you knew he’d give you what you wanted if you did.

“Please, Daddy. I need you. I’m begging you to let me cum,” you say breathless.

He picks your body up from the bed so you’re standing and he has one knee on the bed, allowing him to become as deep as he could be inside you. His hips push into you and his hands slither to the front side of you, squeezing handfuls of your breasts. You feel his laborious breath along your neck and the sounds of his satisfaction in your ear. He moves one of his hands down your body to find your aching bud, desperate for touch.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy,” he groans, thrusting inside you deeper.

Your body listens to him and you come crashing down like waves on a rocky shoreline. Hard and fast. Your eyes shut and your body shudders at the pace of his hips. Your core squeezes around him and he cusses in your ear of how good you feel.

“Fuck… That’s it honey, cum for Daddy,” he grits through his teeth, fucking the daylights out of you.

You’re so overwhelmed with all of this and feel like you’ve been shot into outer space. You’ve never felt so satisfied with what he gave you. His hands slide down to your hips once more when he’s about to finish too. Every thrust became more powerful and sporadic. You couldn’t help but whine and scream his name.

“Yes, you’re mine baby. All. Fucking. Mine,” he grunts.

You groan at that statement and feel his length pulse inside of you. He doesn’t stop and keeps himself buried inside you. He was out of breath and kept his hands on your hips, tightly squeezing you. The sound of the slick between your legs was evidence of what a mess he made you. His hips slow but he doesn’t stop to give you a moment to breathe. His lips kiss the crook of your neck and make you gasp at every touch he gives you.

You feel his hands work the knotted scarf off of you and it flutters onto the bed. You bring your arms to the front of you and brace yourself on the bed, your body tired and trembling. He pulls his cock out of you and slowly turns you around. You cling to his body and see his flushed face.

His eyes are still heated yet soft when he looks at you, his chest still heaving for breath and his hair a sweaty mess once again.

“Don’t you ever think again that I would want anyone else more than I want you,” he says quietly with hurt in his voice, leaning down and kissing you.

“You drive me insane,” he grumbles into your mouth. You can’t help but smirk at him, liking how he gets so flustered with you.

“I know,” you whisper back.

He chuckles at your acknowledgment and pulls you back down on the bed, nestling himself in between your legs. You feel his cock still a bit hard resting at your entrance and he pushes it in. You writhe at the sensitivity and hold onto his back, pulling him closer. He makes a disgruntled sound too and looks at you again, soft and tenderly this time.

“You are all I need. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, please don’t forget that,” he sighs.

“I won’t,” you quiver.

“I’ll have her leave first thing in the mornin’. You’ll never see her again,” he tells you sternly. You believe him and don’t doubt him for a second.

He continues to kiss you and cover you with his love. It felt so good and you never wanted him to stop. His hips subtly move and you gasp at the feeling.

“Now just give me a second and I’ll love you nice and slow, all night long if you want,” he murmurs in your ear. You feel like a puddle already and want him all over.

“Yes, please. Please Daddy,” you whisper and you feel his hips buck up into you. You groan loudly and claw at his back.

“Fuck I should have known that would sound so sexy coming from you,” he groans into your neck, kissing you over and over.

“I like being yours,” you tease, softly caressing his hair.

He hums softly and looks up at you with a smirk on his face, “You’re going to make me keep you pinned to this bed saying things like that aren’t you?”

“I don’t think you’d mind that,” you quip, kissing his full lips and relishing in his warmth.

“Uhuh, I don’t.”

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[reingkings]

Gi-hun can’t hold grudges, and what that means for Inhun/457.

I was thinking of this the other day. I myself don’t consider myself to be the type of person who holds grudges, but looking at Gi-hun I feel like he puts me to shame.

Disclaimer: I don’t hate the following characters this is just an analysis.

Example A: Sae-byeok. We all love her in the fandom, but if you think about it– Gi-hun only knew her a couple of days. The first time they met, she stole from him causing him a lot of trouble. When they met again, she didn’t even apologize and was generally rude. And yet, Gi-him was willing to put his life on the line to defend her from 101. And then, he was willing to fight Sang-woo for her. He goes on to take care of her brother for her.

Example B: Speaking of Sang-woo, he betrayed Gi-hun pretty early on during dalgona. I think to some extent Gi-hun knew this but he still let it go. He only got angry when Sang-woo pushed the other player during the bridge game, then with Sae-byeok. And yet, even in the end when Sang-woo tried to kill him (and stabbed him through the hand) and he needed the money for his mother’s treatment. But he was willing to leave the money so they could both leave alive.

Example C: The loan shark. Dude literally beat him up, humiliated him, and made him sign an agreement to sell his organs. And yet, in season 2, Gi-huh is willing to team up with them and pay them to help find the Salesman.

Example D: Jung-bae. Jung-bae is definitely another favorite, and I think we definitely have a bias towards him, but objectively he was not the greatest friend. For one, he was the one who introduced Gi-hun to horse racing, precipitating Gi-hub’s money troubles. When Gi-hun needed his help, he also didn’t lend Gi-hun money for his mother’s treatment (I don’t think he necessarily was to blame for her death, but it is a huge disappointment). They fell out of contact and reunited in the game, where he betrayed Gi-hun again by voting O. This is particularly cold-hearted when you think about the fact that the money pool would only only climb if more players die the next game. That’s what the O’s bank on. Yet, Gi-hun was never able to stay angry, and trusted him to the very end.

It kind of shows that Gi-hun can’t really distinguish from good or bad, and he is uniquely soft-hearted. If someone kicked while he was down, he would probably apologize.

To someone like In-ho, who pretty much seems to be the opposite of Gi-hun in every possible way, I think this kind of attitude makes him angry. But I think at the same time it’s what causes his obsession. In a self-indulgent evil world with bored rich people, organ traffickers, and cannibals (probably) — a person like Gi-hun is an impossibility.

Therefore, in order to satisfy his curiosity, In-ho has to test the boundaries of Gi-hun’s humanity. He’s willing to indulge Gi-hun without letting him escape. (For example, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the Salesman was at the airport when Gi-hun was ready to leave for America. This has In-ho written all over it). He lets Gi-hun join the games, but he won’t let him keep the tracker. He lets the players vote each round, but ensures the X’s are never the majority. He lets Gi-hun stage a rebellion, but won’t let him succeed.

And yet, In-ho would rather let Gi-hun think he died than reveal to Gi-hun that he is the Frontman – arguably something that would hurt him even more.

Is this subconsciously a way out that he’s leaving himself? He knows Gi-hun could forgive him being a coward, because Gi-hun is capable of forgiving anything.

Or is it something worse. I think if you meet someone that can forgive anything, then the most special existence that person — isn’t it the one person they are capable of hating?

[dirtyoldmanhole]

i'm going to be musing about one of gunter's most controversial lines here just because i've been idly thinking about it while drawing.

heads up for dead dove shit.

context: the JP version of Fates:Conquest had a region-locked minigame ("skinship" where you basically pet the character with your stylus lol) where you the player could interact more with a married gunter if you went that route - it also had several JP-only lines which you can read here.

generally they aren't that much different in tone than the EN ones though fun to read (especially since the minigame is lowkey sexual in nature; all the cast's lines were more strongly sexual not just his), but there was one line that uh. raised some eyebrows in the EN fandom when the fan-translators found it, shall we say.

in bold; (i've added some of the others for helpful context; i don't believe all of them are said one after the other, as it's whenever you choose to enter the minigame one is said).

By no means did I think these feelings would develop… Close your eyes for a moment. I apologize… I thought just touching you would be fine… When you touch me like that… Don’t tease me too much… or even someone like me won’t be able to endure it. (TL: He uses the verb “tawamureru” which means to play, joke, or flirt but I decided to liberally change it to tease) You’ve returned. We mustn’t… Oh no… I thought of you as a child but… I love you. Haha… is something the matter? Is it fine for me to touch you too? This side of you… don’t show it to anyone else. My wife… does cute things… I love you. I might have regarded you with special feelings ever since you were young. (A RANK:) Thank you very much for being kind to me to this extent. For as long as you wish it… I promise never to leave your side. (S RANK:) I thought I would always live alone. But you… lit a flame once more in my heart which I had locked away. This time I won’t let you go. I love you more than anyone else.

(... once again touched at how surprisingly romantic he can be)

anyway! oh yes, That Line.

tsk tsk.

given his position of power with essentially raising corrin, you can imagine how some people who already disliked the ship tended to leap on that line as "proof" of him sexually abusing corrin as a child to put it bluntly.

thoughts are still rotating, but roughly in order of:

instinctively (and the most boring position just to get it out of the way) on the first level i don't like how often this line is immediately whipped out to dissuade gunter/corrin shippers specifically but also shippers in general from engaging with taboo sexual concepts. especially when it's just as boringly... crudely blunt as "pedo". (slightly adjacent to gunter fans in general since there's sometimes an uneasy feeling that as long as you don't ship him that way with a 40-year age gap/parental figure/etc there's an exception carved out as "one of the good shippers" as long as you ship him with less of a power differential (eg gunter/shura. note i dig that ship, this is just an example.); though i think this sentiment has thankfully died down as of late versus the early years of fates fandom.)

god that is such a fustratingly common and boring way to engage with media. moving on.

on the second level down, i also instinctively dislike the feeling that it's whipped out to flatten the potential of gunter being romantically/sexually written as either binary concepts of "good" and "bad-touch", with the latter being often pointed out with an accusatory finger. personally i like reading bad-touch gunter for the lulz sometimes. also for the nuance given how sadly complex child abuse/grooming/pedophilia is in real life, and how it impacts the victim in so many ways beyond the obvious. and shocker - i like reading predatory-gunter sometimes even for cranking-the-hog-material! (predatory-gunter is kinda hot, man.) sometimes all of the above at the same time. i think all of these readings is just as applicable and interesting and needful as redemptive-gunter stories. (it's a very similar reason to why i fucking love possessed!gunter noncon what-if setups.)

and the above point doesn't even go into the nuance of can-you-even-have-redemption with the above if you want it. how would that work. how would that work in rev-verse vs conquest (different flavors of anankos possession going on in both. it's so much more complex than your usual grooming story if you frame it that way because his own agency is literally a question mark the entire time, which is endlessly fascinating to me with the horror potential as being a double victim in some ways. is this actually anankos' influence more than anything? how would everyone feel about that? especially anankos being corrin's bio-dad?)

going back to the quote itself there's even several other ways to interpret it that's not a crude (and imo annoying) distraction of moralizing.

like i always found it interesting that for a guy who deliberately self-censors 95% of the time, that he kinda blurts that out in a weak moment (which is already one interpretation, that it's semi accidental). why would he say that to corrin?

seriously, why would he?

i don't think he's trying to scare her off (like he does with some lines when he's a little insecure about his age).

what if he's genuinely fond of and loves corrin with a nuanced blend of fatherly love at the begining but yeah it did turn sexual towards the end (plus fatherly love) and either he doesn't want to exactly interrogate himself when that changed (because i personally think he holds a lot of understandable guilt over these feelings in general), or he isn't thinking about that at the moment and like. how the hell do you relay something like that without caveat-ing yourself to hell.

i think it's one of the few times here he's actually trying to be emotionally honest and vulnerable about how shits' complicated to him too. (and keep in mind he is not in general..... as emotionally aware as the tumblr crowd lol. he's an old man.)

there's a funny line in my head right now of "schrodinger's daddy dom" where society right now is a-okay with a daddy kink from the little's side but metatextually we've created a situation where it's impossible to create a three-dimensional daddy dom that is somehow free of sin and yet has honest to god sexual desires of his own especially in a messy situation like this.

especially in an evolving situation like this when it was very clear by the S-support he wasn't ever anticipating corrin to reciprocate his feelings, and he was dealing with his budding feelings by essentially just keeping it to himself. (canonically, he wanted to do the least-messy thing by not involving himself with corrin. it's only if corrin/you pursue him that he even gets this far.)

the extra funny thing:

all of this is dependent on the translation. culturally, through this whole game of telephone, the line itself may have some other JP specific connotations that we aren't aware of. christ what i wouldn't give to pay a fluent JP translator who didn't mind engaging with dead dove concepts to go through his support chain + these lines and give notes there.

....

and that's probably not even all of my thoughts but it's an essay as-is. :P

[sweet-s0rr0w]

writing interview game

honestly, i very much doubt that anyone wants to read what i have to say about writing, but i got tags from some lovely friendly people (thank you to @garagepaperback, @citrusses, @arminaa8 and @wholahoop) so let's start and we'll see where it takes us.

how many works do you have on ao3? 31

what's your total ao3 word count? 368,607

your top 5 stories by kudos?

Nor All That Glisters 

Kept in Cages with @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (art)

Dreaming Skies with @tackytigerfic

Among the Elements

When The Party's Over

do you respond to comments? no, i'm awful, i don't think about it too much or i feel absolutely overwhelmed. i read and appreciate every single one though (except the draco simps complaining about glisters you know who you are) and in my dreams i will reply to you all one day.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? i don't really do angsty endings, although i did recently write a creepy timeloop fic! also, if anyone wants a laugh please check out the first bookmark on that fic, which is named After the Time Loop:

(also, 'a good enough fic' yeah well your reading comprehension skills aint all that either mate)

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? maybe kept in cages?

do you write crossovers? no

have you ever received hate on a fic? not just hate on my fic, hate on my fic that somehow led to me being accused of something i didn't do and basically ostracised from fandom for like nine months. wild!

do you write smut? intermittently

have you ever had a fic stolen? no-one would bother. though i think AI is stealing from all our fics right?

have you ever had a fic translated? yes! the lovely @moonletterss has translated several of my fics into brazilian portuguese! and by the way i had the nicest comment a few weeks back from someone who'd read the translation and came to say thank you to me too, so i'm super grateful to you moon <3

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, i had the time of my life with @tackytigerfic on dreaming skies and my dream is to write a drarry with them one day if they'll have me. i think there are probably two other people i'd love to co-write with, but i'd be too shy to say!

what's your all-time favourite ship? so basic, but drarry

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? omg i started a fic many MANY moons ago which was actually supposed to be a gift for @vukovich with a fairly morally corrupt draco who works for vice squad and is sent in undercover to let some guy pick him up, and harry's his handler and has to watch him in frustration as he shows off for all the hidden cameras etc. not sure it's something i would write well these days but you never know!

what are your writing strengths? dialogue, pacing (i think)

what are your writing weaknesses? everything that's not dialogue, also i joyfully skip back and forth all over the shop when i'm writing a first draft which means i have to force myself to go back through in order afterwards to make it all make sense. there are better ways, i'm sure, but i really don't care.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? oh, definitely! what, as opposed to jkr's 'eet ees lucky zat 'e is marrying me'?? yes, no thanks to that. i'm sure i've had some french in there before, and i seem to recall asking people for italian and german advice though i reckon that was like book titles and not dialogue. but definitely i would!

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? oh god, f1, always the one that got away.

what's your favourite fic you've ever written?

nor all that glisters (i'll never not be proud of that as an achievement, especially given the pit of postpartum despair i was in), dreaming skies, or silhouettes

tagging: @tackytigerfic, @maesterchill, @kamaela, @shiftylinguini, @moonflower-rose, @epitomereally, @lemonlimelea, @sorrybutblog, @oknowkiss and anyone else and if you've done it pls lmk so i can hunt it down and reblog <3

[sorio99]

Thinking about “I Want To Unify The Kingdom But The Second Male Lead Is Too Indecent” again. Thoughts on how it’d play out:

The first episode starts with Bridget and Dick at the office, establishing her as competent but ignored and him as a half-joking, self-loathing sex pest. Around the halfway point, they both get hit by a truck while crossing the road and wake up in the fantasy kingdom (does it have a canon name? I’m gonna call Decentia) as Princess Bridgeton and Lord Dickington. Lord Daleton shows up and quickly becomes the only person either of them tell about their original situation.

Bridget and Dick don’t actually realize they’ve both been Isekai’d together until about halfway through season 1, at which point they finally put two and two together. Bridget is mildly horrified that the dignified Lord she’d been relying on for stability was Dickhead Dick this whole time, while Dick is just happy to have SOMEONE who relates to not being either a medieval fop or Daleton.

The big reveal of the season one finale is that most if not all of the kingdom’s characters seen across the season, from the major supporting cast to the extremely minor background staff, have at some point between the pilot and now ALSO been swapped with their Massachusetts counterparts, mostly within the span of the first few episodes. The entire second season is just trying to piece together what the fuck to do about this.

Bridget is throughout Seasons 1 and 2 torn between absolutely despising Daleton and genuine attraction (because annoying though he may be, he seems to mean well and IS genuinely hot), while also coming to see Dick in a new light and genuinely appreciating him as a person for the first time ever. For his part, Dick has been into Bridget since before the truck accident, and while he is generally annoyed by Daleton’s antics and indecency, he shows JUST enough tolerance towards him that a good portion of the fandom ships the pair. Eventually a small but substantial part of the fandom ships the three together in the classic ProZD Love Triangle solution.

(Season 5 ends up technically making that canon, so polyshippers stay winning)

Daleton is consistently a slutty bisexual disaster throughout the show, right up to the very end, but he is shown to have SOME genuine leadership skills and does actually want to help everyone, hence why Bridget keeps him around. He’s the kind of character who spends most of each episode being useless and fan service focused, but then always has one useful insight that manages to help turn the whole episode’s conflict on its head.

Not everyone who got isekai’d into Decentia has an identical appearance to their Massachusetts form or a [Name]ton name, but there are a few as foreshadowing for the Season 1 plot twist.

Season 3 focuses on the real Princess Bridgeton and Lord Dickington, who wake up in the hospital and immediately piece together that they’re each from Decentia. They’re the first characters from the Kingdom to make the transition, and they realize what’s going on with everyone switching over significantly faster than Bridget and Dick.

The first sign that something seriously fucky is going on in Season 3 is when “Dale Kingston” shows up and applies for a job at the end episode 2. Bridgeton and Dickington immediately recognize him as lord Daleton, but he denies this, and we the audience know that Daleton was basically the only major character to NOT know anything about Massachusetts in Season 2, which raises the question of if he’s just this universe’s counterpart or if something more is going on.

As more and more Decentians end up at Big Dick’s in Massachusetts, they begin taking over the company and, slowly but surely, the small town of Decent, Massachusetts (halfway between Boston and Springfield, just take I-90 and turn off at the giant pants sign, you can’t miss it).

In Massachusetts, Dale is mostly similar in behavior to Daleton, but slightly less indecently dressed and completely able to keep his pants up. This is because in Massachusetts, you can just buy pants at a store and don’t need a personal tailor who was originally really gay and inappropriate and then by episode 4 was replaced by an IT worker with a CompSci degree.

Season 3 ends with a portal being formed between Big Dick’s corporate office (where Dickington has just defeated the CEO Richard Parker in hand to hand combat) and the castle of Decentia (where Bridget and Dick have been panicking because Daleton has been missing all day). Then Dale shows up, and all chaos breaks loose.

Season 4 goes about as described in the Drawfee episode: they realize that their realities are collapsing and merging together, it becomes clear that Dale/Daleton has secretly (and unintentionally) been the lynchpin of this collapse the whole time, and eventually the Kingdom (which has semi-officially annexed Decent, Massachusetts) is unified with the goal of killing him. However, Bridget and Dick are both quietly opposed to the plan (Dick because he recognizes Dale could still be a “decent” human being, and Bridget because at this point she’s low key in love with him).

It becomes clear across Season 4 that Daleton really didn’t have any idea originally that he was somehow drawing the two universes together, he went to Massachusetts through a portal to try and figure out what was going on with the Isekais, and his indecency has more or less been out of his control this whole time. The fanbase is somewhat divided on the question of whether or not killing him is the right thing to do.

Season 4 ends with Daleton seemingly killed, the universes mostly going back to how they were before the series started (Princess Bridgeton and Lord Dickington are back in control of the Kingdom, the employees at Big Dick’s are all back in Massachusetts), but Bridget mysteriously missing. The last shot of the season is Bridget’s bedroom back home, with the camera panning around to reveal one more portal.

Season 5 is still pretty much just porn, but like a quarter of every episode is dedicated to either developing the plot, world building for the sex dimension, or genuinely well written character development. So you can’t even skip to the important or good episodes, you have to watch all of them (you can usually skip the sex scenes, if you want, though. They are still 3/4ths of each episode).

About two thirds of the pre-existing fanbase are actually really into the fifth and final season: partially because it is still beautifully animated, incredibly well acted, and (during the important quarter) impeccably written…but also partially because the show was always hornier than your average isekai, so its fanbase did kinda follow suit. A third of them still absolutely hate it and the internet kinda explodes into arguments about it, though.

The creators fully realize there is no going back after Season Five, so that’s the only season of the show to not end on a cliffhanger. Instead, the plot is resolved, the multiverse is saved, and Bridget, Dick, and Daleton retire to a pocket dimension of the sex dimension where they can live out the rest of their days in peace. It’s a surprisingly wholesome and happy ending, ignoring how incredibly nasty some of the smut in the rest of the season was.

“Season Five” becomes internet shorthand for a show completely self-sabotaging and self-destructing for years afterwards, to the point most new anime for the next half a decade is capped off at four seasons.

The fifth season does however reveal that Dick/Dickington is bigger than Daleton, so that’s cool.

[mid-night-twist-99]

I'm not proud of this drawing, but it is my very first time drawing transformers, so I'm gonna try and practice drawing them more. but i want to talk about the transformers one movie.

so I'm kinda, sort of, new to the transformers fandom. I have seen the Bayverse transformers movies when I was younger and it was my first transformers experience. The only transformers I recognized was Optimus prime, bumblebee and megatron. The action was good, watching Optimus go crazy was always fun to watch and I loved the sound they make whenever they transform. And that pretty much all I liked and remembered, Pretty sure I zoned out half the time. The dino-bots were cool too. So the Bayverse transformers were good, but it never impacted me enough to learn about the lore of transformers. That was until Transformers one came out.

I remember seeing the trailers of TF one on YouTube but didn't think nothing of it, even forgot about it til my mom said she was going to take my little brother to go see it. I didn't go. But a day or two later I've been hearing how great the movie is and how it's the Transformers movie fans been waiting for. And after getting around to see the movie myself, the trailers did not do this movie justice. (also another thing people were saying)

I love the world building in cybertron and the relationship between Orion and D-16 and seeing how they became Megatron and Optimus prime, from brothers to enemies. (i'm definitely a Megop shipper now.). I like how talkative bumblebee is in the movie, makes me scared for him knowing what happens to his voice box. I love/hate Sentinel prime. Love his design and he was a good villain, but I hate him for what he did.

I loved the movie so much that it impacted me to learn a bit more about transformers. like some other characters i didn't recognized or know about in the Bayverse movies like jazz, prowl, elita-1, ratchet, how the war between the Autobot and the Decepticons went on for million of years, long before humans came around. I learned about the shattered glass universe and recently caught up with the Transformers skybound comic book. I also heard about Transformers prime tv show and how good it is. saw some clips on Instagram and i do plan to watch the show for myself, just need to now where.

And i do like the fandom and the fanart I've been seeing.

and... other things...

So, to rap this all up, I think TF one is a amazing movie and its good for both old and new Transformers fans and for those who don't know much about transformers or the lore but want to get into it like me. And I know hasbro have given up on transformers, which made me upset, but I do hope there will be a sequel and that it will become the next transformers trilogy or something.

That's all i have to say.

[jackiespurnell]

I cant think of anything different for Jackie as an ask but i would like to hear your take on her character. Maybe bless us with a character analysis???

ahhh okay!!! i have so many thoughts on her!!!! for starters, i wanna talk about why i think some ppl in the fandom hate her sm cause ive never seen anyone whos neutral on her tbh like either ur a jackie anti or a jackie stan theres no in between.

i see a lot of people using the fact that her only crime was being a teeanage girl as an argument to defend her and while i wholeheartedly believe that, i think that’s the exact reason why people dislike her. i think a natural instinct that viewers have when watching a show is to take the sides of the "heroes." people usually root for the people with the best moral code (which is why nat is so beloved, besides the fact that she's hot asf). but in a show based on survival, where morals for the most part go out the window the second everyone is stranded in the wilderness together, nobody cares if you're the realest or the more relatable. in fact, i think in a show that is based on things that are highly unlikely to happen/deals with topics outside of everyday things, you're more likely to prefer characters that aren't real. in stuff like yellowjackets, people want the batshit crazy ones. they want the cult leaders and the butchers and the psychopaths. its made very clear that jackie isnt any of these things. you dont go into a show about cannibalism and murder and survival and think of a character like jackie. 

she's not the typical final girl. shows like these make you want to root for actively seek final girls. so of course, most people aren't going to gravitate towards jackie. i think ive seen maybe two people aside from myself on tumblr who jackie is their number one character and theres a reason for that. shes simply not what most yellowjackets viewers are looking for.

also, shes just a girl trying to fit into society and doing a pretty damn good job at it, at least on the outside. i think that’s another part of the reason she has so many antis, because 99% of the people want to fit in one way or another but if you’re getting seen/treated as an outcast, of course you’re going to envy the cool, popular girl. it would be another story if she was bitchy and mean but the fact that she’s so nice probably bugs people too without them even realizing it. sorry, but it’s the truth - people hate girls who are pretty and kind. jackie is that.

now, im not saying she’s perfect whatsoever, she has several flaws, she can be super vain and demanding sometimes, and even bossy, although i do believe a lot of that comes from obliviousness and compulsory heterosexuality (which, i won’t get too into cause i feel like a lot of people have already talked about it).

now, for a character study i think her defining trait is her popularity which is insanely sad, but also, its true. you see that she only knows how to be a cool, popular high schooler and the second all that doesn’t matter anymore, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. there’s a mitski songs with the lyrics “if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn’t know how to be alive” and i think that describes her perfectly. in a time and society where everyone has a public and a private side, and i think spent so long crafting ‘public jackie’ that she forgot how to be ‘private jackie.’ she spent so long trying to be a pretty girl that she forgot how to be just a girl.

i also think a reason that she was so kind to misty - outside of her just being a kind person - is the fact that jackie saw herself in misty. while i don’t think jackie was ever unpopular, i don’t personally believe that was always as cool and charismatic and we see her in high school. i think she was always charming to a certain extent, but i truly think entering high school she went the extra mile to become beloved and popular. misty was trying to do the same thing as jackie, she was trying so hard, and as much as i love misty, she was failing. jackie felt bad for her because she knew, not so long ago, she was kind of similar to her. jackie was also trying too hard. i saw an ella purnell interview where she said that sometimes she (ella) forgot she was a person, instead of a brand and i believe jackie resonates with that. she forgot she was a person, not just a popular girl.

she forgot who she actually was outside the makeup and the smiles and the perfect girl persona so much so that when the plane crashed, she didn’t know how to be. because while the other girls slipped out of their public image, jackie didn’t know who she was outside of her public image.

it got so bad that i don’t even think shauna truly loved her. shauna, who just wanted what was best for her best friend. shauna, who never really wanted jackie to die. shauna never really loved her, because shauna never really knew her. we see loads of bunnies around adult shauna’s house, when in reality, we know jackie hated bunnies. even shauna only saw the idea of jackie that she showed people, and that’s not shauna’s fault by any means, but it just goes to show that jackie never really let anyone in.

i think the most tragic thing about jackie by far, is that, ultimately, she just wanted to be loved. and she thought that by putting on this whole facade of having her life together and being the cool, hot soccer captain, people would appreciate and love her. but she mistaked being loved for being admired. and, as sad as it is, i think jackie died without anybody truly loving the real her.

tysm for the ask @yourlocalsaiko