#alright rant over. person with no posts from my notes if you see this I mean you no shade

[fantasykiri5]

Man I love seeing one blog go through and like months worth of my art on multiple of my blogs at the same time. But you know what I would love even more? IF PEOPLE ON THIS WEBBED SITE REMEMBERED HOW THE REBLOG BUTTON WORKS

[hughesyodaddy43]

you're gonna be okay ⎸ J.H

Jack Hughes x Reader synopsis : when Jack loses a big game, he comes over to seek support from his favourite person. word count: 1.5k warnings: sad jack, fluff, angst? Authors note: I have more fanfics coming soon, i have a range of them pre -planned with covers and titles and I read everyones request so if i don't get to yours then it's because i already have a story planned for that player or request. I hope you like this one :)

I slumped down on my bed, easily immersing myself in the world of fiction, every now and then munching on the bowl of popcorn I had sitting beside me. Jack was playing for team USA tonight so I was waiting patiently for him to message me that the game ended so we could call or hang out. Something about these big games excited me, not for the sport but for the post game interviews. 

It was nice to watch the interviews and read through the comments as if you couldn't just ask Jack the same questions yourself and actually get real and honest answers. 

You didn't know the final score yet so you went on youtube to see if a post game interview was up and you were met with the prettiest blue puppy dog eyes you've ever seen, but you knew jack and this was definitely not gonna be a happy interview. You click on the video and are met with a saddened Jack on the verge of tears, your heart aches for him as you listen to his answers; you were mad that they would interview a 17year old on the verge of tears and still ask the most idiotic questions. 

I only made it about 5 minutes into the video before I  got a message on my phone.

Jack 💘:  I’m outside. 

                                                 Okay, coming down now.         

I  walk down towards the front door and see a dishevelled jack peering back at me.

“Hi. Can I come in?” The young hockey player asks while twirling with his fingers. 

“Of course” I answer, slightly smiling at him as I move my body so he can slip past me. 

He walks through my doorway and up towards my room, I trail behind him closely up until he reaches my bed and slumps down on it , exhaustion evident on his face as he looks up at me standing in the doorway. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly, not wanting to make him feel worse, though judging by the way his lip quivered and his head shook, I'm not sure that was the right decision. 

“We lost” he says just above a whisper 

“Hm?” I walked closer to him and sat beside him, reaching over to hold his hand that he was fiddling with in his lap. “We lost the game, we lost everything” he states, audible this time.

“Oh. well it’s okay-” "NO ITS NOT OKAY” Jack yells, standing up and turning to face me, running his hands through his freshly washed hair. “It's not okay, I let my team down, I let my parents down, I've let everyone down and I'm so tired” he rants on, quieting down towards the end. 

“Hey, hey . It is okay, alright? Just because you've lost this game, doesn't mean you've lost everything"

"yes it does, you have no idea what it's like to lose something like this. You don't have to worry about making sure you end up drafted. You'll never know.” ' Jack replies quickly, raising his voice once  again 

“you havent lost everything,i know it feels like it and i know you’re upset. But please don’t start yelling at me when I'm just trying to help you.'' He looks at me after I say this, tears filling up his eyes.

 “You’re right, im sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm just so angry at myself, I could've played better , we could've won but I let everyone down." I stand up and walk in front of him 

“Hockey is a team sport, Jack. One loss isn't your fault, besides all hockey players lose big games, even the best of the best.” Jack doesn't reply, instead he just nods his head and wipes a falling tear from his cheek.

“You’re an amazing player Jack, anyone can see that. You played well, and so did everyone else. Losses happen, it wouldn't be competitive if nobody lost.” He nods again, looking down at the ground. 

I sigh before continuing “why don't we just lay down and watch a movie?hm?” i ask 

The boy sniffles before nodding, replying with a light yeah as he makes his way back over to my bed. He sits against the headboard and watches me as I sit down and open my laptop. Stupidly i forgot to close the youtube tab i had opened from his interview and there it was, my boys said face displayed on my computer. I look over at Jack, he stares at the screen then back at me. 

“Sorry, i usually watch your post game interviews” i apologise.``its okay, i think its cute you watch my interviews” he smiles lightly at me, his beautiful smile that i didnt think i'd see tonight was there on display “what can i say? You're just too hard to resist” I joke, gaining a light chuckle from the boy  before fixing my eyes back to the screen so we can pick something to watch.

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“Do you really think everything will be okay?” Jack asks in a mumble. “Mhm, you're gonna be okay” Jack leans up to face me “i'm gonna be okay” he repeats “you’re gonna be okay” i reply before he leans in and presses his soft lips on mine, we pull away and jack returns to his previous position, snuggling his face into my neck. “Goodnight, Jack. Love you” i say softly “mm night, love you too y/nn” jack replies before swiftly drifting off to a much needed sleep.

I wrap my arms around Jack in a warm embrace, sinking down into the pillows and pulling the blanket up higher. Light snores are audible from the boy as he leans into my touch, even when he's sleeping, he still manages to tighten his arms around me, lightly rubbing circles on my skin from where my shirt rolled up. I play with his hair while  allowing my eyes to grow heavy and fall into a peaceful slumber. Comfortable with the outcome of this otherwise devastating night

[jelsah27]

imposter syndrome talked ab just some forewarning

In History Class

MC: *walks into class with a small smile on their face*

Deuce: Good morning, MC. You seem happy today.

Ace: Yeah what's got you all smiley?

MC: Well, Kalim and Jamil were at my dorm the other day. Kalim really wanted to know about foods from my world and Jamil tagged along for obvious reasons. At on point Kalim wanted to look at my room and he found my snap-out-of-it post-it notes on the wall.

Deuce: Snap-out-of-it post-it notes?

MC: Oh, yeah they help remind me that a lot of the problems I think I have aren't really as problematic as I think. Like "Every personality is a creation of experiences that make you you." or "My friends like me because I am me". You see a while ago I figured out that I have a bit of Imposter Syndrome.

Ace: A bit of what?

MC: Well, it's pretty much I feel like I'm not the person everyone thinks I am. I'm not the gifted child everyone remembers or the smart person everyone seems to think I am. That if I can't hurry up and live up to everyone's expectations that they'll figure out I'm not as great a person they think I am and be disappointed and angry that all I am is an empty shell of who they believed I was and leave. Some times it will also come in the form of believing that my friends only want to be around me out of pity or that if I don't like what they like or want to do the same things as them then they will leave, even if they've reassured me they love me. I think the worst thoughts I ever got from it was when I started to believe that my personality was fake and that I didn't know why I was so different than the kid everyone liked. I started to believe that I had faked my personality from different shows, books, or even people to even have one.

MC: Honestly I didn't even realize it was imposter syndrome till someone else pointed it out to me after telling them this. I genuinely had no clue I was so disgusted with myself till I was talking with them about it and they pointed out that none of what I was saying was true, that everybody knew who I was and loved me as I am. I think I cried when they told me that.

Deuce: Prefect... I had no idea...

MC: It's alright, I've been learning to get better at combating it. Anyway, Kalim asked me about it and I basically told him and Jamil what I just told you. He then asked me what I'm doing to overcome it. So I told him about the main things that have helped. Reminding myself constantly that I am not fake or hiding who I am from people I love and who love me. Whenever I feel negative thoughts try to take over, think about one positive thing that I have done or something someone had said they love about me for every dark thought. If it gets to bad though, go to someone I trust and ask them flat out about those thoughts, it helps a lot. And twice a week I make a post-it or journal about one or two small things. Maybe a compliment someone gave me, or a task I completed. So every day or so since they've-

Jamil: *walks into the room* Prefect, here. I must get to class before Kalim catches something on fire I mean gets into trouble. Have a good day.*hands MC a small note and leaves the classroom*

MC: *smiling contently* It say 'Thank you for helping Kalim study yesterday great sevens know he needed it and your smile is unique'

Deuce: *getting out paper* If it helps you, I'll gladly join in.

Little bit of a rant u can skip I hope you enjoyed the post <3 Y'all I'm sorry I didn't mean to trauma dump but I really like the idea. But the story is true and I did cry (and it was in a restaurant) when my sis told me I was wrong and she knew who I really and she loves me. That our friends won't leave because all humans have opinions and we are allowed to clash. And that my personality isn't fake, that everyone's personality is what they've created themselves and that people add and take away from themselves all the time and work on parts of themselves they don't like to become better. That my brain was just being dark when there was many lights around me, waiting to be recognized. If any of y'all read this its just one side of imposter syndrome, there are a few versions and many levels of severity. I genuinely think you are awesome and perfectly imperfect the way you are!

Anywho thanks for reading!

[kenora-pizza]

Musical Musings - TTTE edition, Part 2

ALRIGHT!

My first musical analysis post has been getting a LOT of attention in the past few days or so. So first off, thank you for the love everyone, that was one of my favourite posts to make (besides the crackhead Gordon and Henry shitpost and my "Emily in the middle" rant). Second, since it appears that people like this sorta thing, I figured I'd share a couple more things that I've noticed, one of which I didn't put in the first post cause I figured people had already  noticed it so it didn't need to be said. But I think I'll put it in anyways, just because. So let's get into it!

In pt. 1, I talked about the fact that Henry's theme has an occurrence of "3," in that each of the 4 beats in a bar was a triplet, and how Henry is the number 3 engine. Well, I was listening to his theme again and found two more occurrences of "3" in the introductory bars of the theme. For reference, I am talking about this part:

 Each bar has the following rhythm:

Now, the first occurrence of 3 comes from the fact that the first 3 beats have the same rhythm, as shown in the above image. The second occurrence of 3 comes from the fact that the last beat of the bar is a triplet. 3 notes. Tack on the first occurrence of 3 from the first post, and you're 3 for 3 for NWR no. 3. HMMM........

2. Continuing with the subject of Henry's theme, this observation has probably already been made several times over, but I figured I'd put it in to continue the "Henry's theme" trend. If you take a listen to Henry's sad theme, you'll notice that its repeating motif is part of Henry's main theme in a different, minor, key with a different rhythm and at a slower tempo.

Take a listen.

The opening fragment of Henry's main theme:

The main motif of Henry's sad theme:

And in sheet music:

Henry's theme (Eb major):

Henry's sad theme (B minor):

The numbers indicate the note's position within its scale. As you can see, both themes share the same note pattern. To get Henry's sad theme, you'd transpose the theme down a diminished 4th (i.e, move the notes down by this interval) to B major, and then adjust the D# and G# in the resulting melody to D natural and G natural to fit within the B minor scale so that it sounds sad. Nice job, Mike & Junior, very clever.

Just in case anyone is confused, the notes for the B major & minor scales are shown below:

3. Donald and Douglas' CGI whistles are the notes of C and A respectively. These notes are related in a couple of ways. The first/lowest note on a standard 88-key piano is an A, and the last/highest note is a C. Given the twins' original BR numbers (57646 & 57647 respectively), it appears that Douglas is the younger of the two, so their whistle notes make sense in this context. Additionally, as mentioned in pt. 1, the keys of C major and A minor are related in that they share a key signature of no accidentals (ie, no sharps, flats, double sharps or double flats, yes those last two exist and they gave me hell as a kid). Thus, the whistle notes would make sense in this context.

You'll often see modulation from either C major to A minor or vice versa in classical music. Two contrasting, yet complimentary keys with their own characters and personalities which work well together. Just like Donald and Douglas.

4. I was rewatching some of the season 7 episodes which have Arthur in them. And I think I kinda forgot how fucking huge this guy is. I also noticed just how low his whistle is in comparison to the other tank engines, perhaps emphasizing his bigger size and his more serious attitude in comparison to them.

Whew, this was a long post. I hope you guys enjoy this post as much as you did the last one.

[munsonthemisfit]

This following post will be a rant about the fanfiction situation we have seen over the last couple of days. Please note: this rant covers the topic of child endangerment, assault, interacting in nsfw ways with minors, taboo themes and the internet's reaction to it all.

This post DOES NOT condone the creation of said subjects and does NOT go into detail about anything graphic other than explaining the situation at surface level. If this makes you uncomfortable then please skip this post, I have put it under a "keep reading" to ensure you aren't forced to read something that makes you upset <3

*sighs loudly*

Alright, fuckers. Buckle up, I’ve got something to say.

Firstly, there’s a major difference between a subject being dark/taboo and literally straight up illegal. I'm unsure how you cannot understand that, but here we are I suppose?

I do not care what your personal opinion is on the matter, there is a huge difference, and if you are someone who feels comfortable writing/reading/reblogging illegal material like what we have seen over the last couple of days, I truly have no shame in calling you out in the slightest. You can take that up with God or whatever kinda thing you believe in; I’m judging you and I’ll call you out on that shit when I see it. Things are illegal for a reason and I'm unsure why anyone feels the need/urge to post that kind of content without needing their hard drives checked in all honesty.

Fanfiction is a community; fandoms are a community.

We need to keep our community safe.

Writers post things with trigger warnings and content warnings, readers need to heed those warnings before consenting to interacting with it. We post smut for adults and everything else is free for all ages to enjoy.

We heavily insist that minors keep away from our content because as adults, we shouldn’t be interacting with any of y’all, but we know the risks when we post. There’s always going to be children who don’t listen, don’t respect our warnings, don’t get the hint that we block them for our protection as much as their own. Which is why writers (at least ones with their morals in check) will post on everything possible that minors are not allowed/will be blocked if caught interacting, and at almost 27 years old, I stand by this.

I don’t care if you think I’m an asshole, I do not consent for minors to be in my circle. If you are a minor and you choose to interact regardless of our boundaries/warnings, you are proving why we have to resort to blocking anyone we find infiltrating our bubble.

People over 18 do not even need to be interacting with minors, let alone providing them nsfw content, that isn’t for you yet. Kids will find ways to get what they want, and the older half of fandoms are aware of this because we used to be you, but you can’t get mad at us for doing our best to filter you out of our pages.

We do not want to appear complicit for providing any sort of adult content for you children. We have the right to protect our online space however we see fit.

Writers post stories with brief descriptions and warnings at the very top of their posts¸ to allow anyone scrolling by to know whether things are going to be your cup of tea. Even if these posts are reblogged, funnily enough, warnings and descriptions are still the first thing you can see.

I'm unsure on how people have chosen to use the excuse “I didn’t see/know” because there is literally no way you could have avoided that. To interact in any regard (liking/reblogging/commenting) you have to scroll past the entire story to get to those buttons, don’t try and say that you ignore the entire block of text in favour of interacting without knowing a single thing about it.

I refuse to believe that anyone who is on Tumblr is just “so busy” that they can skim read all forms of warnings on a horrendous post and still go ahead and spread it/encourage it by interacting. If you are going to be complicit, you are coming across as complacent.

If you choose to interact/spread horrendous content with the excuse of “well I didn’t know” despite the fact the writer themselves gives you a warning on the content, you are part of the problem.

When you come online, you have to do your part. Read things.

Take the time to truly see what is within your community, it is not our job to police it. We shouldn’t have to come and message you every time we think you are connected to something we don’t want to see, we don’t have to slide into your dms and ask if you knew what you were doing. If you have liked/reblogged a post with content we don’t like, that is you showing that you are complicit, that is you making a public statement of “this is okay with me, here my name and face is attached to positive reinforcement of giving this user notes” and that is enough to make us block you.

If you can “casually” like/reblog because you “skimmed” something, we can block under that same principle. We see your name attached to something illegal, we block. We don't owe anyone a second chance, if something makes us umcomfortable, we can remove it from our circle without needing to defend our choices.

I’ll be honest, I’m a busy person, I skim read. Yes.

However, the difference is, I will still take the time to ensure that what I am skim reading isn’t something illegal, and apparently that is something some of you are unable to do. If I have gone out of my way to like a post to get back to it later, I have skim read over the vague tone of the post beforehand, so I would have seen the giant fucking warnings that explain a post has some messed up shit in it.

I literally do not understand how you could have read over the warnings and gone “yep – I’ll read that later 😊” and then gotten upset that we have seen your name attached to the notes. That is a pathetic excuse. You should have seen the warnings and subject and taken a couple extra seconds before acting upon it.

It’s completely different if the author had sneakily slipped that in or not given a heads up about the subject, but they did, there is no excusing it, really.

As I said before, it is not our job to police things. I’m not going to sit and refresh a horrible person’s post and contact each person who likes/comments/reblogs it and be like “did you know that you’re doing this?!” because it’s not my job and you have already proven yourself to be okay with it as you’ve interacted.

We have full time jobs, classes to be attending, life to be living, we sure as hell are not going to slide into multiple DMS and question your every decision. If we see that you are causing the horrid writer to think we want more from them by interacting positively, we are going to see that as a red flag and block at source.

It might be just me, I’m not sure, but if someone tags their posts as “dark/taboo” then I will check out their page and see what their limits are. I want to know that I’m comfortable interacting with the type of content they will be writing. I don’t want to like one post from them and find out later that they post something utterly horrific because then I would appear complicit with their entire nature and that makes me massively uncomfortable.

So, yes, I will look at someone’s page and get a vibe check before interacting because funnily enough I don’t want my name attached to their potential abuse. It seems like the bare minimum to check out who’s in my circle and make sure none of us are encouraging illegal shit, y’all don’t vet authors who post and make sure they aren’t using fanfic as a way to normalise their morbid nature?

People aren’t getting policed for everything they say/do, people are being called out for attaching their name so confidently to a person/blog/story that has some horrendous content.

We are allowed to voice our discomfort and announce our detachment from said person/blog/story to bring awareness to those who were unaware to give them the chance to either consent to those posts in their circle or block at will. I’m not saying we should run around with pitchforks screaming “*insert @ here* is a nonce!!!!” if they “accidentally” like a post to “read later” as they claim, but I’m within my right as an adult with a moral compass to block/unfollow anyone I see liking that shit.

I don’t owe you an explanation, a chance at forgiveness, anything.

If something you have done makes me uncomfortable, you aren’t allowed near my page, why is that so hard for anyone to respect?

“Not everyone fully looks at content before they reblog it!!” Well, maybe y’all should start. Welcome to the internet, where you need to understand that actions have consequences. Accidents happen, but you’ve gotta accept responsibility and realise that accidents still have reactions.

If you do something we don’t morally agree with, even as an “accident”, and we are uncomfortable, we are blocking it.

“They only warned about *insert two illegal topics here* so why are you mad about us interacting with *insert different illegal topic here* that we ‘didn’t know’ was included?” – bruh, please try and have some self-awareness. People have different boundaries. If they are uncomfortable with you supporting any content with any illegal subject involved they are well within their right to block you.

The fact it took us mere seconds to skim read their accounts and find the problem, yet you are using the defence that you had “no idea” despite the fact y’all were the ones interacting with the account speaks volumes, my dude. Why are you promoting shit you “don’t agree with” and acting like you were clueless when it took us all mere seconds to find the problem and decide we aren’t okay with it?

You need to be way more careful with what you interact with online, that’s what needs to be taken from this.

Like I said – it is not our job to sit and gatekeep things 24/7. If we see people interacting with content we don’t agree with, blocking you is completely within our rights to do. You need to be responsible for your own online interactions and maybe not skimread things.

This isn’t directed at any one person, more the whole community.

I’ve unfortunately seen people defending their actions, I’ve seen many call out posts, I’ve seen people stating their repulsion to this situation, I’ve seen it all and acted accordingly. It’s that simple. This isn’t a hate post, I’m not indirectly mentioning anyone, I’ve just gathered the gist of the situation from the stream of it on my dashboard and this was my personal standpoint.

If you’re going to get mad that people are hurt over you mindlessly interacting with posts where people have fantasied and romanticised the idea of any character harming children in any form, whether you liked the posts “by accident,” or because you are a sick fuck, that is your problem, frankly. You cannot hurt people's feelings (whether it was by accident or maliciously), then get mad at them for being hurt.

You need to do better and actually read what you are interacting with before you do that. People are allowed to be hurt and uncomfortable and angry and upset over others deciding to sexualise horrendous topics.

We can’t exactly stop the content being made, but we can keep our circle clean of that shit and block/unfollow anyone who’s values clash with our own.

It’s that simple, internet. <3

[justannadahfanfictor]

The Queens successor: part 1

Hey there, so the last few days I’ve been hella into the movie Epic from 2013 and so I ofc came up with a reader Oc idea that I’m going to write. It’s going to be 3 parts. Tbh I can’t really see Ronin with anyone other than Tara but I love the sunshine x grumpy trope. I ofc wanted it to be in the Epic universe so this is what I’ve come up with. Hope you enjoy ❣️

*authors note: hey there I just wanted to apologize in the case I’m not using the correct tags to post this. I saw a post of someone ranting saying it makes the person super angry when the post should be y/n but it’s not. If I knew that I wouldn’t have started writing it the way I did. Now on that note I am going to continue writing at least the rest of this story the way it’s already being written especially because it’s an Oc, but yea, I hope y’all enjoy it as much as possible especially if you’re someone who gets angry when things aren’t written as y/n. Thanks for your understanding.

Word count for pt 1: 3k+

Reader: Oc named Elizabeth but everyone calls her Liz, Poppy, Princess or Princess Poppy

She is Queen Tara’s successor. Queen Tara and Ronin have looked after her since she was a baby.

Love interest: a leaf man named Michael. He is the reader’s personal guard as well as her best friend. He is 2nd in command. Though he is a few years older than Poppy, they grew up together.

Reader and Michael have a relationship very similar to Tara and Ronin (sunshine x grumpy).

This is just a cute fic in the universe of Epic and how Tara and Ronin helped bring the couple together.

There will be quite a bit of parallels in this story compared to Tara and Ronin

17 years prior: Queen Tara’s POV

Today had been a long day. Boggins had become relentless leading to lots and lots of meetings with officials trying to come up with a plan to keep them from crossing into Moonhaven territory. Of course there was also dealing with my feelings for a certain leafman I’ve known for years. I want to be more than friends with him, but I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have. He can be so hard to read sometimes. It made nights like these feel lonely, gloomy; which fit right in with the way the weather was tonight. I was getting ready for bed, listening to the rain as it was really coming down out there.

Thunder began to rumble in when I heard it, clear as day; a baby in distress. I took a second to look out my window where I saw it. There on the palace steps was what looked to be a basket. I extended some vines to bring the basket to me, wanting to get it out of the rain. The sounds of a baby crying became louder as the basket became closer. I pulled the basket up in through the window where I saw the most beautiful baby. She didn’t look to be wearing regular clothes but had an English poppy flower covering her almost like a blanket. I picked the baby up to console her and dry her off a bit when I saw there was a note in the basket. It seemed almost like a cryptic, prophetic message, written in beautiful calligraphy. “She is the secret to future peace; when the time comes and you are deceased.” There was no sign as to who had wrote this. As I went to turn the paper over to look for any answers to who this little girl was, I gave myself a paper cut, hissing out in pain. As I was holding the infant who was now quiet in my arms, she reached out to hold my pointer finger (the finger that was cut). I was going to try to give her a different finger when a soft, warm light shined bright from the palm of her hand. Within seconds, the cut and any evidence there was a cut there before was gone, all healed up. It seemed clear as day this was my sign from Mother Nature. This baby girl was to be the next Queen of Moonhaven. As I was admiring her little features (a tiny button nose, beautiful blue eyes, fiery red hair) she started to whine and cry. I held her close as I rubbed her back speaking sweetly to her. “Alright my little princess; you’re safe with me. What’s the matter hmm? Are you cold?”.

A knock was heard on my door a guard calling out to me; “Your majesty is everything alright in there? I hear crying.” I opened the door to speak with the soldier, holding my little girl close trying to get her to calm down. I told the soldier “everything is alright. I need one of you to go get commander Ronin and bring him back here. Tell him it’s urgent and I need another one of you to find some baby clothes and blankets as well as any other supplies you can find at this hour of night. We will get the rest tomorrow.” The guard was quick to follow orders and go get Ronin. Another guard was quick to come back maybe 10 minutes later with a few baby onsies, diapers and a nice warm blanket. As she handed over the supplies she explained she had had a baby about 2 years ago and these were all extra supplies she had that I could have. I thanked her for her generosity and told her she would be rewarded greatly in the near future. She told me it was not problem but I insisted. She thanked me and then was dismissed to head back home to her own little one.

Less than 30 minutes from my order, Ronin came running to my room looking panicked. He always worries too much. “Your highness I came as soon as I could. What seems to be the problem” He crouched at my side holding my waist lightly inspecting me to check for any wounds and to analyze my face for any giveaways from my mood. I blushed slightly but tried not to say anything about him holding me otherwise he would stop and make distance between us. I told him jokingly “Ronin how many times have I told you just to call me Tara. Everything’s fine, but I wanted you to be the first to know about this. Come sit.” I said making room on the bed next to me. Since it was just the two of us he seemed to have let his guard down sitting next to me holding my hand rubbing his thumb on the back for comfort. “Sorry, what is it you need to tell me” he asked giving me all his attention. He barely even acknowledged that there was a basket sitting near me on the bed as well. “Well,” I started, “I was getting ready for bed when I heard a baby crying from outside.” I pulled the basket towards us showing him there was a baby sleeping sound in that basket. Ronin being the overthinker he is started asking every and any question making sure the baby was not a set up from the Boggins. I stopped him quickly and told him “she’s a sign of the next Queen. Look” I said handing him the note written. He analyzed it quietly before saying “I’ve never seen writing or paper like this before. What do you wish to do with her?” I ran my finger softly over babygirl’s face smiling telling him “it looks like I’ve finally gotten my wish to become a mom in this lifetime.”

I could feel him looking at me and when I went to look back at him, I could feel it. There were no words that needed to be said to feel his love for me. He brought his hand up to my cheek to hold my face lovingly. I could feel the pull we had towards each other, the space between us becoming smaller and smaller when my sweet girl started to whine, wanting to be held. We both pulled away slightly blush and giggling a little. I loved seeing him smile. It was one of the most beautiful things to see/experience. I went to pick her up when Ronin asked if he could hold her instead. I nodded smiling. He picked her up holding her like he was afraid she was gonna break. She looked at him curiously before wrapping her hand around his finger, yawning and curling in closer to him, getting comfy in his arms. She looked so small in his arms. If I could fall even more in love with this man, in that moment, I did. “She’s so small” he said, holding her close. “Do you know what you want to name her?” He asked. I rubbed her nose to her forehead lightly trying to put her back to sleep while she was in his arms and nodded. “I think I am going to name her Elizabeth, but Liz for short or Poppy for a nickname since she came with a big poppy flower.” He smiled looking down at her. “Hello then Poppy. It’s nice to meet you. I promise to always protect you and your mother no matter what it takes.”

He gave her a kiss on the forehead before we put her back in her basket making her comfy. He stood up to go after that and told me “I should get going since it seems we’ll have a busy day tomorrow.” Before he could leave I quickly grabbed his hand. “Stay, please.” My confidence seemed to dwindle a bit so I added “she seems to like you, just in case I need help with her in the night”. He nodded and agreed taking off his shoes before getting under the covers as Liz was put on the ground in her basket next to his side of the bed. I got under the covers and turned off the light. Right before sleep over took me, I felt an arm curl around my waist and bring me closer. I fell asleep, smiling, content with being in the arms of the one I love.

A few months later:

Elizabeth was secretly a blessing for Ronin and i’s relationship. Over the last few months, we had fallen into a routine of taking care of her, him staying over most nights. The kingdom was very happy to hear of the new successor and although many didn’t say anything, I could see and feel they were happy for whatever was going on between Ronin and I.

Things however almost took a turn for the worst about a week ago. We were sitting having tea after a meeting about new procedures for Boggins at the border and how many leafmen had said they felt something big was about to happen. Ronin was holding Liz making faces at her trying to get her to smile and giggle. I looked at him smiling and without even thinking I told him quietly but confidently “I love you”. He stopped what he was doing and asked me “what did you say?” I was scared to tell him but I figured it was now or never. I took a deep breath and started “ I said I love you. I knew I loved you before, I’ve known for years, but seeing you with Poppy, seeing how good you are with her, the closer we’ve gotten since she came into our lives, I can’t avoid my feelings for you anymore. I love you Ronin. I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep next to you every night. I want to work alongside you until my last breath, I want to make you smile as much as I possibly can because to see you smile is to see one of the most beautiful things on earth.”

He looked shocked at my confession with a little bit of fear as well. He didn’t say anything just put Liz back in her stroller and told me “sorry, I forgot I have to go. Meeting with the other leafmen about a possible ambush.” He couldn’t even look me in the eyes. Had I been reading the situation all wrong? A few tears rolled down my cheeks as I was left with my daughter alone.

It’s been about a week and I’ve had very little interaction with Ronin and it’s not from lack of trying. Any chance he gets to avoid me or not talk about what happened a week ago he does. It’s taking a toll on Elizabeth. She’s been extra fussy. In the night sometimes it takes hours to get her to sleep because I know she just wants him to hold her. I may be her mother, but along the way, Ronin became her father and she’s 100% a daddy’s girl. After another night of little to no sleep because of not being able to calm Poppy, I finally snapped.

It was late morning when Ronin came in to debrief with me on the training they were going to be doing today closer to the border, which would leave the village and palace heavily under protected but I figured it was alright. There had been no attacks in months, today hopefully would be no different. I had been nodding off a little towards the end when Ronin tried to get my attention. “Is everything alright Queen Tara? You seem really tired.” Wonder what gave it away. Maybe the eyebags I had from multiple sleepless nights, or the constant yawning. “No everything is not alright” I said with a deep sigh, trying not to explode. I continued on “I know you are upset with me about last week but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on Elizabeth. Whether you like it or not she has become attached to you these last few months. I have stayed up the last week every single night because she won’t stop crying. She cries until she’s exhausted and then falls asleep for maybe 30 minutes and then cries some more. She wants you. She wants her father.” “Queen Tara-“ he went to speak when Poppy started to cry from the other room. With tears about to overflow from my eyes I took a deep breath and told him “have a good training, stay safe” and then headed to find my princess. I picked her up holding her close to me. “Shh, I know honey, I know, mama’s here. I know I’m not the one you want but please try to calm down for me” I said while rubbing circles on her back walking around the room a bit. What I didn’t see was Ronin standing in the doorway, with guilt taking over his facial features before he left for training.

Ronin’s POV:

Hearing Tara tell me she loves me just made me panic. I was so happy to hear what I feel is reciprocated, but I just had so many other things running through my mind. What if because I am a high ranking officer she is used as collateral damage. What if Princess Poppy was taken to get to me, to torture me? What if I’m a bad father, a bad husband? What if my serious nature weighs on Tara’s happiness? “You okay there Commander? You seem really in your head lately.” My best friend says to me as we start off the training. He was the only one who knew what happened last week and the only one I really talked to about my love for our Queen and childhood friend. “Yea, just got into it a bit with Tara about the princess before we left.” I said sadly looking down at the forces already working on their maneuvers and training. My friend nodded, putting a hand on my shoulder and just told me “dude you gotta apologize and tell her how you feel. You’ve wanted to be with her for forever, now’s your chance.”

Before I could respond, our forces were attacked by Boggins, a good amount of them but not nearly enough for this to be it after months of no attacks. Before killing one of the last ones that came to attack us I held my sword to his throat and said “where are the rest of you?” He smirked spitting out some blood before saying really arrogantly, “We heard there’s a new princess of Moonhaven. We just want to come and introduce ourselves to her. Btw, you’ll never make it back in time to protect her.” Before he could say anything else I killed him and yelled out to my 2nd in command. “The Queen and Princess are in danger. Keep 1/2 of the soldiers here in case this is a ploy and the other half come with me. Move like your life depends on it.” I called for my bird and took off before anyone else was even following behind. I had to get there before either of them got hurt. If I cant tell Tara how I feel, if I never get to hold Liz again, I will never forgive myself.

When we got back to the village, many were in lockdown as Boggins were wreaking havoc. I killed a few as I flew towards the palace. When I got to the palace, I saw dead leafmen on the ground. I hurried in, sword at the ready. A few more leafmen had finally arrived for backup. There were so many Boggins. I started killing on a frenzy once I heard my princess crying. I followed the crying to a room upstairs. It was coming from a room we created to be a safe room years ago, we just never thought we’d have to use it. “Tara” I called out frantically. “Are you in there?” “Yes we’re okay. Is it safe to come out yet?” She asked. It was so relieving to hear her voice. “Not yet” I told her. “I want to make sure theres no Boggins hiding anywhere” I added. Once we did a perimeter sweep and everything was cleared I knocked on the door telling her it was all clear. Tara opened the door and before she could say anything, I pulled her in by her waist with one hand and cupped her cheek gently with the other and kissed her. I put every emotion I had been feeling over the last week into that kiss. I pulled back when I needed air and put our foreheads together. “I love you too” I told her quietly.

“I thought I was never going to be able to say that to you.” I was wrapped up in some vines and lifted off my feet as she said to me “im not completely helpless yknow” which made Poppy giggle from her place on Tara’s hip. “I am aware” I said unamused. “You’re the life of the forest, looking after you is my duty. And Poppy my little princess must carry on your legacy when the time comes. She’s already full of life herself.” I felt the vines loosen and put me back down on the ground but one tickling the side of my face. “Say it again” she whispered, almost as if she were afraid this was all a dream. “I love you” I told her again as she got closer and kissed me again, this kiss full of passion and love. We broke the kiss when I started to hear whining coming from Liz who did not like not having our attention it seems. She was getting ready to start crying again when I picked her up and brought her into my arms.

Almost immediately the whining ceased as I brought her to my chest patting and rubbing circles on her back. “Aww, did someone miss me. I’m so sorry my baby, I’m right here. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” She was cradled in my arms and within minutes, she was knocked out. As I looked down at her lovingly Tara said sadly “she’s missed you so much” I held her closer telling her “I’m not going anywhere this time. I’m sorry I ran the last time. I just didn’t want to put you in danger and didn’t know if I was enough to be with an absolute queen both metaphorically and literally.” The rest of the day was spent together, just holding my princess in my arms and spending time with the love of my life. Things really had changed so much these last few months but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Poppy truly is a blessing.

Authors note: hey there I hope you enjoyed the first part! I wanted to add drawing I created of the oc characters Poppy and Michael 🙂 I’m also gonna add the edit of epic that has just had its claws dug into me these last few days. I want a love like this 😩

[iam93percentstardust]

i hope you're doing well, sending hugs! <3

Thank you for the well wishes! They mean the world to me, and I love you to pieces! Don't read any further if you don't want the lengthy, depressing rant.

But honestly? I'm not alright. I'm really discouraged and rapidly coming to think that maybe the only way I'll be alright is if I stop writing for a while (okay, maybe not stop writing, but definitely stop posting) so I can reset my brain to think the way modern fandom seems to think these days.

The problem is that I've gotten to the point where I actively dread posting the last chapter of something because once upon a time (last year), posting the last chapter of something meant I'd get a whole influx of new readers to be excited about it on top of all the regular commenters who came with me from chapter 1. But now, I don't get either. A lot of people don't want to read wips, but they seem to not want to read long fics either. Posting the last chapter of a fic, for a while now, has increasingly come to mean getting 1 or 2 comments within the first 24 hours and a couple more trickling in over the next few days and that's it.

And I try really, really hard to be okay with that. I try not to be the entitled bitch I keep getting accused of being, but it's hard. Because I miss that thriving, active community of a couple years ago where, even if I didn't get comments on a thing, there were still people to talk to. I don't feel that way anymore. I feel like I have to actively fight to get any attention for a fic, and god forbid I hope that people will respond to it. As I said just a few days ago, I increasingly feel like I'm not just shouting into a void but that the void is ignoring me.

And I get that this is how fandom is now. I think my inbox and the notes on my last post about people being unwilling to read not just wips but also unwilling to read completed long fics too proves that--a whole lot of writers saying they miss when people would take a chance on wips, and a whole bunch of readers explaining why they, personally, should be excused from the people expected to support authors of wips. Which isn't to call anyone specifically out, but it felt like I was seeing the bystander effect in action: all these people seemed to have the impression that Someone Else would read the wips and support the authors, and it was depressing.

But like I said: this is how fandom is now. Short of a completely drastic restructuring of the internet and social media, I don't see fandom returning to a stage where the end of a fic is celebrated, where comments are abundant, and wips are seen as just as valid as completed fics. And I need to learn to be okay with that, but for all that I tell myself not to get hopeful when I post something new, that the odds are high I'll only get a couple comments at best... I still do. I still get disappointed on days like today when I post the last chapter of something and 9 hours later still don't have a single comment on the chapter. I still question whether my writing is any good or if I peaked three years ago.

And that's my own personal problem to deal with. I need to learn to be okay with this new fandom direction. I just worry that maybe I can't. Maybe the best thing for me is to accept that I don't fit in with this version of fandom and that maybe it's time for me to bow out.

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The series 4 round-up is here, but firstly I want to welcome anyone new to this blog, because there have been a fair few new folks around, so, hi! Thanks for supporting this little venture of mine and for fuelling my descent into Taskmaster Madness. I hope you'll stick around!

Overall, I enjoyed series 4 and if I were to do a list of all series I've done on this blog, it'd be somewhere in the middle; That's the short of it. Thank you, bye! See you in series 5.

Alright, now for the rambling. Series 4 is one of the rare occasions where I knew most of the cast as I was familiar with Joe Lycett, Lolly Adefope, Noel Fielding and Hugh Dennis to some extent, and over the course I've come to cherish them all (and Mel of course too). That being said, this is probably the only series where I take genuine umbrige with Greg's scoring. Most series I don't care who wins. I'm just here to be entertained and as I usually like all competitors, I don't care who wins. This time around, however, I think Noel didn't deserve the win. Who should have won in his stead? I don't know. If the scoring would have felt less favourable towards Noel, I wouldn't have minded him winning, but as it is, I do mind. I also think that Greg came down a bit harsh on Lolly a fair few times and Hugh. This series was just so strangely scored and I don't know why. But aside from the points - as I said, I don't usually care much for them anyway - I like this series. Everyone's a blast to watch. Hugh with his knives, Lolly with her naïvité, Mel with her uncorruptible positivity, Joe who becomes more and more irritated but otherwise is just adorable, and Noel's weird creativity. It's fun. I'm here for it! This time around I didn't have a competitor I liked less than the rest, and I'm glad they paired Mel and Hugh for the team tasks.

And I like to emphasise that I don't hate Noel. Usually I find him quite entertaining, and this is the only reason series 4 isn't my favourite (not counting from series 5 onwards 'cos we're not there yet, although I've watched them all). Individually, I liked all competitors, they're simply fun. Greg and Alex are great, and the tasks are a treat - although rather on the artsy side. Only because I consider Greg's scoring unfair do I not love this series as much as series 1, for example.

Addendum: When I started drafting this post in my notes, there was a long rant about the scoring - believe it or not - and I cut it down considerably, but I just wanted to give you guys an example of what I mean when I say, I find it unfair: A lot of tasks in this series are art-based and Noel is a very talented artist, not denying that, but often these tasks weren't about 'who can paint the best painting', but 'who fulfils the set parameters'. In episode 1, they're meant to draw a caricature of the person sat behind the curtain. Noel's drawing looks great, though it's not really a caricature, is it? Even Hugh's disaster meets the required parameters better (and he used colours too) than Noel's in my opinion. And every episode has one of these moments. Just to name another one: The prize task in episode 8 where they had to bring in the most cash. Greg decides to award points based on value in pound sterling. Mel's Monopoly money doesn't count extra, but Noel's made-up currency gets third place? How's that justified? And I know that a huge part of what makes Taskmaster Taskmaster is the arbitrary scoring - that Greg basically has the last word - but in other series he manages to make it seem fair nevertheless. Anyway, enough of that. I'm stoked to return to series 5!

[yumikoshigarakirp]

alright you said to so tell us everything about freezerburn! headcanons/canon stuff, cute things, fun facts, just everything you wanna talk about

Oh I’m trashing around, lets get it boys (some stuff on this will be added from my Tiktok because I post about them there a LOT bc ppl love them)

Manipulation, brief drugging mention (not done by Yumiko or Dabi), drinking, abuse mentions,

Under the cut cause its LONG, and anything explicitly NSFW is under its own section at the very bottom

General/During Canon Events —

Dabi fell for Yumiko first for sure, but he did not make a move on her until way later.

He listens to her conversations with the other League members, especially Jaxon and their friend Brooklyn (both ocs who weren’t born in Japan), to learn more about her since she isn’t open with him at first.

Yumiko went out to a bar one night with a couple other members of the League and got shitfaced and drugged and when they all got back Dabi was put in charge of taking care of her. During this they ended up laying in bed together since he was trying to get her to sleep and she wouldn’t let him leave, she kept staring at him as she does and he asked her why she stared so much.

— she said it’s just because she likes looking at him and he had to keep himself from rolling over and crying. And because of how close they’re laying together this is the first time he notices that her eyes aren’t just purple; they have spots of orange in them too.

Due to AFO telling her to, Yumiko did research into Endeavor and Touya Todoroki and it took like two or three months before she assumed Dabi was Touya.

They swapped shirts on accident one day and Toga immediately recognized they had switched because Dabi’s shirt was loose around Yumiko’s chest but super tight in the sleeves and Yumiko’s shirt was tight around Dabi’s chest but loose around the sleeves, cause Yumiko’s ribcage is smaller than his but her arms are way bulkier.

Yumiko loses her lighters a lot so she’ll have Dabi light her cigarettes or joints, eventually she stops buying lighters altogether cause of this.

When he saw her getting close to Spinner after they lost the hideout he maayyyyybeeee convinced her that Spinner would see her as nothing more than an extension of Tomura and that it was pointless to be with him cause he’d never see her as her own person. (Side note: not true, at all, but the lying did work because Yumiko stopped being anything more than friends with Spinner immediately after)

When they lose the hideout and have to be out in buildings without AC during the summer at some point, Yumiko throws a huge tantrum because it’s absolute torture with her quirk and she’s always two seconds from a heatstroke. She blames Tomura since it was his idea to bring Bakugo to their hideout which is partly how they got found out, and she gets into a small fist fight with Tomura before leaving the abandoned building they’re at to go find some cold water to lay in.

— Dabi is the only one to follow her and he asks her why she doesn’t just leave. This is the first time she rants about her obligation to Tomura to him personally. He doesn’t look at her for a few days following when he hears how much she’ll put up with just because Tomura is her family.

Dabi and Yumiko aren’t officially together until way after the final battle, but around the time they join the MLA they both understand there’s something between them and they’re treated like they’re dating.

Yumiko likes to rub her thumbs over Dabi’s scars and staples, and also likes to hold his chest when they sleep, it soothes her for some reason.

When Dabi isn’t using his quirk his body is cold, so if Yumiko is too hot he’ll let her lay up against him. Alternatively when its winter and her body starts getting colder than what its used to he’ll slightly heat up his body to get her back to her normal temperature.

Sometime after AFO has most control over Tomura’s body he ends up beating Yumiko in front of the League due to the little fist fight between Yumiko and Tomura I mentioned earlier, as a humiliation type of punishment. Afterwards she went off to sit by herself for the night. Dabi checks on her and she tells him she’s leaving in the morning.

— he tries to get to stay but can’t convince her. (Also tells her he’s Touya because she wasn’t nearby during the reveal.) They sleep together that night and its the first time Dabi says “I love you” to her. It completely throws her off and this is the point when she fully realizes she’s in love with him.

(Keep in mind for this next bit I deviate from canon in the sense that the time between Dabi’s dance and the final battle is way longer than what it is in canon I think)

Dabi and Yumiko end up having to fight each other during the final battle and her body reaches a low enough threshold temperature wise that by the end of the battle her heart has frozen over.

— When she’s taken to the hospital she has to have an emergency c-section and this ends in their son (Natsuto) having the same issues as Dabi quirk-wise.

During their time in the hospital Yumiko visits Touya daily once everyone has left and uses a thing I don’t feel like explaining rn to heal him little by little even though she’s advised not to by her doctors.

He for sure picks a fight with her every time she comes in to see him the first couple of weeks. He tells her that if she had stayed with him instead of joining the heroes he probably wouldn’t be so fucked up and maybe they would have won. (He’s only lashing out because when she ran off and joined the heroes he took it personally.)

Post Canon — (Using their real names here because that’s,, what they’d call each other after the dust clears.)

Yūka and Touya stay with Rei and Enji for a while after the war because they can’t live out on their own yet. Enji and Touya are both nervous that history will repeat itself with the new family, but thankfully they both end up mostly wrong.

Touya 1000% guilt trips Enji into paying for his and Yūka’s wedding. Enji’s only condition is that Touya tries his best to be a better husband than him.

They have Natsuto as their flower boy (Shoto helps guide him down the aisle since he’s like two when they get married.)

If it’s a universe where Tomura is still alive post war, he’s the one to walk Yūka down the aisle and is her “maid of honor”.

Yūka is already pregnant with their triplets (all girls) when the wedding takes place, and has a slight baby bump.

(Sidenote: I think Rei and Enji would feel that weird type of happiness where you’re also kind of sad at the same time during the wedding/any special moments with Yūka and Touya.)

These motherfuckers do not know what birth control is. They end up with Natsuto, the triplets (all girls), the twins (all girls), and one more boy. (Having seven kids makes Yūka start going grey early but it’s okay.)

Because I think it’s funny (not serious) to torture Touya, Natsuto ends up finding footage of the final battle and decides he wants to be a hero like Yūka (temporarily) was since he’s a huge mama’s boy.

— Natsuto can summon dry ice on his skin, and is immune to the gas that comes off of the chunks, but the dry ice itself gives him ice burns (yes that’s a thing, and only the canon version of him has this, Tumblr version is fine since he got done cooking fully.) and the first time they discover it hurts him Touya nearly had a panic attack especially since Natsuto wants to be a hero, was only comforted by Yūka handling the situation.

— Yūka immediately uses some shady connections to get Natsuto some support gear to wear for when his quirk acts up, since sometimes the dry ice pops up even when he doesn’t mean to.

Really anytime something happens that reminds Touya of his dad or childhood he looks to Yūka to take over because he doesn’t want to risk being like his dad and she’s normally much more calm about things.

All of their girls LOOOOOOVVEEEEE Touya, they all dogpile on him frequently.

I’ll rant more about the kids if prompted ugh.

Touya and Yūka have so much trouble switching back to their real names around each other for the first couple of years. (She almost called him Dabi during their wedding bows and he almost called her Yumiko.)

He’s like,, head to toe covered in scars after the war and Yūka still finds him so attractive 💔 as long as he’s not bald (half joking).

Alternate Universes I love putting them in that you should ask about—

UA student au (have a fic for this one rn)

College au

Pro hero au

True villain yumi au

Childhood friends au

Pro hero touya

Probs more, ask about em

Nsfw —

Yumiko likes to lick/put her tongue between Dabi’s staples. For some reason.

Yumiko tends to be the one in charge for a while when they first start fooling around, but Dabi’s a virgin when they first do anything so he appreciates extra time to just get used to even being sexually active.

Yumiko cried one time during sex and Dabi didn’t know if he should keep going or check on her 😭 (did both)

Dabi’s a quicky type of person and Yumiko’s a “let me play with your dick for a while before the main event” type of person.

Yumiko has gotten pinched by the staples on his thighs before.

Uhhh idk this is another thing that I’ll elaborate on more if prompted.

You guys can ask about other ships including Yumi btw I love pairing her with damn near everyone.

[juliasdowntonstuff]

Just some late night ranting

This will be an unusually personal post for me. I never truly talk about all these feelings and emotions, at least not my own. So this is quite a different post to what I would usually put on here — and it has nothing to do with Downton.

I just think I have to get this off my chest, and I feel like my friends just wouldn't understand. This will also be my own personal reminder that feeling like this is okay.

I contemplated posting this a lot since I wrote it a few days ago. In the end, though, I am putting this on here with the hope that maybe someone else finds this who needs to read this at least partly as much as I needed to write it.

Also, this is the raw, unedited text copied straight from my notes app, so please excuse any mistakes.

This will talk about loss and grieving for a loved one, so take this as a trigger warning if you don't want to or can't read about that.

It’s currently 3:15 am on the 21st of November 2023. I am writing this to hopefully make some sense of at least some of what's keeping me up so late when I am doing just alright during the day, mostly at least. My friends wouldn't understand, and I don't blame them. How could they? None of them have had to deal with this yet, and I am happy for them. I truly wish they won't have to for years or even decades to come.

My mum is dying. Even just writing that sentence hurts like hell. She was diagnosed with cancer in late January this year. She did the chemotherapy, had radiation treatment and then had an operation. Everything was looking so splendidly after that. The doctors said that she was in remission and that should be able to get back to work sometime in the New Year. She truly started getting better after all the treatment, and it looked like she could start her new job after all. She was originally supposed to start said new job the day she got her diagnosis — a job she has worked so hard for all her life, and now she'll never get the chance to do it. Still, there was hope and we all clung to it. We were happy with the progress she made during the summer. And then they found the metastases, most prominently in her brain, and ever since then she has started losing parts of herself and abilities she once had, almost on the daily. Everything she once loved, she can’t do any more. She’s losing her memories and she’s starting to lose her control of words. My mum was always one of the most eloquent people I ever encountered. She was who I always turned to whenever I needed anything, anything at all. She’s not dead yet, but I am already agonizing over all the things I never asked her and the answers I’ll never get. And that is perfectly acceptable.

My mum attended every single event I ever participated in since kindergarten, all the choir concerts in school and now at uni; every single swimming or reading competition I ever took part in: she was there, front row, cheering me on endlessly. Next week I'll be singing and playing the first ever concert she won’t be able to attend and I am already saddened by her absence even though she is still here. She just won't be there in person. She was and is my biggest supporter. She’s not dead yet, but I’m already grieving just thinking about all the things she won’t get to witness, the milestones I won’t get to share with her. And that is perfectly acceptable.

I'm driving the 300 kilometres home from university every week to help my dad care for her. While I am there, I'm also doing the grocery shopping. People in my hometown have started looking at me and talking to me as if she’s dead already and it hurts unlike anything. She’s not dead yet, but I am already feeling her loss whenever I have to go out and see people who knew her. And that is perfectly acceptable.

I have had some time to come to terms with the reality of it all — that my mum won’t be here forever. Of course, she was never going to — that’s how life works. But she was supposed to have so many more years of life ahead of her. Now, suddenly, she doesn’t. All she has left are a few more weeks. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot imagine a life without my mum in it, and I don’t want to in all honesty. But the truth is: I have to. Because sometime soon that will be my reality. I am already mourning my mum even though she is still alive. I get incredibly sad every time I look in a mirror or someone takes a selfie with me, because I don't just see myself in there, I also see her. I am the spitting image of my mum, and that serves as a constant reminder of what I'm about to lose and it won't ever stop reminding me and my family of this, of her. My mum is my best friend and I will forever be grateful for this special bond we shared and still share. This is not what life's like for so many people out there. People who don't get along with their parents or have no contact with them for various reasons. That's a fact that makes me even more emotional about it all. I am grieving the person I am and I will be grieving who I was when she was here because I know that when she dies, a not-so-small part of me will die as well. And that is perfectly acceptable.

I am grieving the woman who has been with me all my life, who raised me to be so independent, but who also helped my whenever I needed help and who stood by me no matter what. I am grieving my guiding hand in life. I am grieving the woman I have looked up to ever since I was a little girl, amazed by the effect my mum had on other people, most notably all her students. My mum is the reason I am becoming a teacher as well, her passion for that occupation and all it entailed was the match that lit the spark within me. My mum was my role model — she is my role model. 

I am mourning my mother, prematurely. She’s not dead yet, but I am already agonizing over her loss and the huge gap she will leave in our lives. What I’ll do when the time has come to truly mourn her I don’t know and I wish I wouldn’t have to find that out for a while yet. But I'll have to, and that certainty hurts unlike anything I've ever felt. I've lost both of my granddads to the same illness, so I know this kind of loss and what the weeks and months leading up to the inevitable feel like. But what I felt then and what I am feeling now simply cannot be compared. During our drive home from a visit with my granddad ahead of his death almost exactly two years ago, she said: “We're saying goodbye a little more each time we go, aren't we? Because a little part that was there last time has already gone missing and won't be found again by the time we return. And at some point, there won't be anything left at all.” And she was right. The extent this time around, however, feels so much greater and much more profound.

People in my life I've told about this situation ask me how I am doing all the time. All I manage to get out is a (mostly fake) smile and a forced “I'm fine.” Because how am I to say all of this to another person, straight to their face? I can't and I won't. After all, my mum is still alive. She is not dead, yet. I have nothing to grieve for, not yet.

And still, I am grieving this loss. Which is perfectly acceptable. At least, that is what I have decided for myself.

It is perfectly acceptable.

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Helllo 🙂

Alright so the whole ao3 tos violation drama is ongoing on twitter and since your name is somehow what these people are using to legitimise their arguments, I’ll super appreciate it if you could clear up a couple of things for me.

Do you also believe the person they’re calling out is behind this? There doesn’t seem to be much proof about it except for the “everyone knows” and the google doc and some unknown insider. I’ll basically take your word as proof because I trust you.

And second, were any of your fics ever in trouble with ao3 because of this thing? It’s very hard for me to accept ao3 deletes fics because someone in the comments mentions getting a physical copy. The whole spin these people have put on this is just *shakes hands*

Thank you and I’m sorry the trolls try to stop you from making physical copies of your work. Their “well someone’s making profit” sucks!!!

I'm going to preface this with a reminder that I'm not active on Twitter, so I do not know everything that's going on there.

Do I believe the person they're calling out is behind it? Well, I believe she started it. Or at the very least was extremely vocal about her opposition to printed fics in a forum where she whipped up people who respect her opinion into having the same opinions.

I don't have proof. It has been several years since I was targeted, and I did not save receipts. I'm bad enough about doing that with things I buy in the store, so I certainly don't keep track of shit like that for fandom drama. Everyone who attacked me was on anon, and at the time I was naive enough to think it was okay to share my links publicly, so I have no idea who decided to impersonate CW/WB and report me for copyright. (I seriously doubt it was actually someone at CW/WB doing the reporting.) Someone came to me privately at the time and explained that she saw the drama go down in this person's FB group and showed me some screenshots. Here's the first anon message I got about it, and as you can see that was 5 years ago. If you check the comments you can see that someone mentions thinking they knew who it was.

I have also seen a recent screenshot where someone posted pictures of printed fics that they purchased on FB, and she responded negatively to it and said that she didn't think that the author getting zero profit was good enough since Lulu makes a profit. That's basically the same thing she and her groupies were talking about 5 years ago when they were bitching about me, so the tune has not changed in all this time. And during the conversation that followed they were patting themselves on the back for just printing their favorite fics on their home printers instead. That's what set me off on this rant. That screenshot was shared in a private discord server, and I don't intend to make it public. There are people in that FB group who don't share that person's views, and they'd like to remain anonymous.

So back to the original question. Do I think she's behind it? Yes. I've seen her name on things. And I've also seen how she has a little group of super-fans who take her opinions to heart without actually thinking about it very hard.

After the anons jumped all over me several years ago and reported my Lulu account, I just created a new account and moved on with my life after that, and am more careful about letting people buy prints than I was in the beginning. (I also stopped doing free giveaway drawings, because I didn't want to risk an unknown hater getting a free copy. Fuck them.) I didn't call anyone out, and just kept things to myself. However, when another author friend of mine had a similar experience a few years later, we compared notes and found that it was the same person whipping up outrage. My friend happens to be active in the FB group, where I am not, so she sees more of the drama there. Based on the fact that she told me the name, and I was like "oooh that person", I'm inclined to believe my friend about what she witnessed.

Any time I see another author deciding to make their prints available, I make sure to warn them about keeping their info secure, and that's the extent to which I generally get involved. Unless someone asks me about it privately, then I'll name names.

On to your second question. I have not been reported for anything on AO3 (yet, *crosses fingers*, cuz the trolls try really really really hard to punish those they disagree with). I don't think I've mentioned my printed fics in any comments. I had it in my profile for a while, with all in caps ZERO PROFIT to cover my bases, but eventually took it out to be better safe than sorry.

I'm speculating, but I suspect the AO3 reporting might have gained traction because one author got sick of having their Lulu account get stealth reported (because the trolls will pretend to be your friend and will pay actual dollars to access the links in order to report them), so they made their own website. They order the books in bulk, and then take orders through their direct website. Due to this, it's nearly impossible for them to avoid some kind of profit, due to being unable to accurately determine how much everything is going to cost to the penny, so they round up a little to make sure everything is covered. It's possible (again, SPECULATION), AO3 went ah that's the Forbidden Profit, and slammed the ban-hammer down.

Another author eventually rewrote one of their fics as an original and is selling it. I don't know if their AO3 got reported too, but that might be a potential connection to profit as well. I do know that when I first started getting angry anons 5 years ago, a few of them didn't like the idea of filing off the serial numbers of an AU and selling it as original fiction either. So it wouldn't surprise me if the Reporting Trolls still conflate Fic For Profit and Fic Rewritten As Original For Profit and went on an AO3 reporting spree for that author too, even though the situation is slightly different.

I don't work for AO3, I don't know what they're specifically looking for. But I do believe they'll delete a fic if they find something against their TOS. But I also think they're not going through it with a fine tooth comb until Reporting Trolls do it for them and find the teensiest scraps of evidence to supply them.

My take on all of that is that I hate everyone who disagrees with zero-profit fic prints, and I hope they all develop a nasty, incurable toe fungus. And until I see that one person who I believe is the ringleader of the anti campaign go "y'know what I changed my mind, here's my fic printed on Lulu too!" I'm going to think she's sus based on the screenshots I've seen and the conversations I've had with people in her FB group.

Also, why do you need proof? What's your stake in all of this? Are you planning on printing your fics and want to avoid drama? If yes, just keep it off FB. If no, then why does it matter? Continue reading that person's fic if you enjoy it, and ignore the drama. Don't report your fellow fans for zero-profit fic prints.

Anyway, I hope this answers your questions. Feel free to come off anon and message me privately about it, and I'll be a little less vague. I still don't have any proof if you want it, but I'm happy to talk about it with people.

Edit: the "you" in the proof paragraph isn't necessarily You, Nonny. I'm sorry, my brain got pissy at hypothetical requests for proof and I got carried away lol...

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#5

I’m jumping on the baby fever train! Choo choo. But I don’t have any money for a ticket. I’m a transient riding the rails with my stick and bindle. all I can offer you is half a tin of beans and the company of a scraggly dog that follows me on my travels. I’ll let you pet the mutt I’ve named Sparkplug if you’d be so kind to spin me a little yarn about Santi having a baby with a reader with whom he had a one night fling…. *shakes can of beans at you* I’ll even let you have the first bite o beans.

Why thank you!! I will let you take the first bite of beans if I can sit next to Sparkplug. May I call him Sparky?

Alright, heat those beans up while I weave this tale (this tale that got too long, oh my god I hope the beans are still warm)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, angst, ends in fluff

It's hard to tell Santiago what happened

He gave you his number, but he did so in a way that he obviously doesn't expect you to use it.

It was in like a passing, 'let's get dinner some time' but said in a way that he clearly never expects to see you...Ever again.

So when you use the number, when you call and not text, he sounds confused. Confusion melts to flirty intrigue, jokes about coming back for seconds.

You ask him to meet you for coffee. You barely know this guy, this is big news. A public space would be better.

Santiago comes in all cocky, grinning. He must assume you're gonna fuck in the bathroom.

You wait until he's two sips into his coffee to tell him that you're pregnant.

You try not to be too offended when he asks, "Are you sure it's mine?"

"You're the only person I've had sex with since, like, last year, so...Yeah.”

Santiago leans back in his seat, eyes sweeping your face before he turns back down to his cup of coffee. You can see his jaw working.

"What do you wanna do?" He asks.

You've been asking yourself that since you found out. You haven't told anyone in your family about this, none of your friends. You've been stewing and worrying alone.

"...I don't know." It comes out of you quietly, shaking like a rattle.

Santiago doesn't coddle you. He doesn't tell you that it's going to be alright. He just tells you that he'll support whatever you wanna do.

"What if I wanna have it?" You ask.

"I'm not gonna try and stop you."

"Would you want to be involved?"

Santiago sighs, and your chest twists with discomfort. You have to stop yourself from raising your hand to protectively and defensively rest on your stomach.

“With what I do, I’m not...I don’t spend most of my time in the States.”

“What do you do?”

“Is that important?”

“That’s a pretty stupid question if I’m gonna have your kid.”

Santiago grimaces, leans in and lowers his voice, and tells you.

It’s startling, but not wholly surprising. You’d seen the scars, the dog tags.

“Look,” Santiago adds. “I’m just—I’m trying to set your expectations here. If you decide to have it, I’m not necessarily going to be around.”

“No, I—” You shake your head. “I appreciate it. Seriously, I do.”

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#4

writing an indulgent fic that no one asked for and no one will read

also it saying 'the me' was intentional 😂

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#3

Heartless

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Rating: T

Notes: I feel like I’ve been sitting on this for an age. Anyway, here we go. Not beta read. I reread it like 18 times but I’m sure I’ll spot 28 typos and tense-shifts the second I post.

Length: 11.9K

Warnings: Angst, cursing, death of a parent, mentions of homelessness and hunger, fluff

Summary: When you landed at the Resistance base on D’Qar, you had nothing but the clothes on your back, your mother’s heart pendant, and fifteen credits in your pocket. 

Growing up on a remote and impoverished homeworld meant that you were raised with very little. You and your mother worked hard for the scraps that you managed. When she presented you with a grey heart-shaped pendant, you knew that she must’ve scraped and scrimped to save for it. She swore to you that she’d save enough for you to have a chain to wear it on one day.

But when the First Order swept through your corner of the galaxy, they took everything that you’d ever known: your home, your school, your friends—your mother.

All that you had left of her was your memories, and your grief, and the heart-shaped pendant that you carried with you every day.

You didn’t find your way off of the planet right away. It took time—to find and repair a functioning vessel, to concoct a plan to get off of the planet undetected, to get out of your system and into another. Once you’d landed on a friendly planet, you’d managed to get work as a bartender, a mechanic, a washerwoman—whatever you could manage. There were some nights when you couldn’t find work, others when you couldn’t find food. You knew that the pendant in your pocket would be able to buy you a bit of what you needed, but you wouldn’t part with it for the world.

It was a year before you met a pilot that would change your life: a Dandoranian named Jess Pava, who you helped out of a tight squeeze with a few Stormtroopers.

“You got anything keeping you here?” She asked as she’d readied herself to take off of the planet that you were both lingering on. And you didn’t. You hadn’t found a steady position, or a stable dwelling, or made any friends. You had nothing to lose. 

When you landed at the Resistance base on D’Qar, you had nothing but the clothes on your back, your mother’s heart pendant, and fifteen credits in your pocket. 

Pava didn’t seem put off by the fact that you were a little on the quiet side, a little guarded. You knew your way around a hydrospanner, and you knew your way around a blaster. Not everyone on base was as unbothered by your standoffish nature.The rest of Black Squadron—Pava’s unit—was very friendly. After she introduced you around, they left you be, for the most part.

For the first few weeks, Poe Dameron would not leave you alone.

Maybe he thought that you had some hard, icy shell that could be melted. Maybe he thought that someone just needed to show you a little kindness, and you’d open right up. But you were at a point in your life where you were determined not to allow anyone into your life or heart again. You’d never forget the sound of your mother’s voice frantically telling you to run—the thought always made you reach into your pocket and curl your fingers around the pendent.

Letting yourself be taken under Pava’s wing was bad enough. You felt beholden to the pilot—found yourself trailing her like a lost little tooka when she was on-base, worrying about her when she was off. You took charge of minding and fixing her ship, running her errands and messages. You knew that Dameron saw that. He teased you for it, too—though, not meanly.

“What’s Pava got that I don’t, anyway?” He asked, in one of his innumerable attempts to get on what he must’ve thought was your good side. You hardly looked away from where you were working on repairing the hyperdrive.

“She saved me,” You answered, voice quiet and matter-of-fact. When you turned to reach for the laser caliper, you saw Dameron’s typically blaster-proof smile waver in the face of your answer.

“Do you have anything better to do than stand there?” You added as you turned back to your work. He had left without another word. 

--

Poe Dameron stopped trying to be your friend months ago. You were fine with it. Sure, there was some part of you that twinged with what could only be described as loneliness on late, sleepless nights in your bunk. But in your time at the Resistance, you’d come to feel that life anywhere in the galaxy was as fleeting as it had been on your planet. Lives could be lost in the blink of an eye.

So when you passed the usual groups of people in the canteen—when you spotted Dameron holding court, as he was wont to do—you ignored him, and them, and the gnawing bitter loneliness in your stomach. You told yourself that it was safer to be alone than it was to grow attached to anyone—because any of them could be gone tomorrow, and then where would that leave you? Just as alone as you were at that moment, and twice as aggrieved. 

--

To say that you found General Leia Organa intimidating would be an understatement. She had a commanding presence, one that drew everyone’s attention. She’d met your eye a time or two in the hall, offered you a smile—and you’d found yourself offering smiles in turn almost unwittingly. There was something about General Organa that reminded you of your own mother—something that made your chest ache with sadness and wistfulness when she offered you a smile. 

--

“...Do you need help?”

You couldn’t believe that you were asking it, you really couldn’t‚ but there you stood, toolbox in hand. The man’s droid recoiled, unleashed a confused beeeeeep?, just as its owner lifted his head from his work.

“Jess’ ship all set?” He asked. You knew from Dameron’s tone that he was teasing you. You didn’t respond, because you didn’t want him to get used to this. You just shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, and waited for him to wave you in or tell you to go. Dameron cast you one more look before he raised his hand just long enough to direct you to the nose of the ship: “I need a hand with the sensor window.”

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#2

Matt Murdock: I've been listening to your heart

You, bashful: Oh...

Matt Murdock: Baby girl, you got arrhythmia

You: Oh.

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The Rantings of a Chairside Tooth Fairy - A Prologue, Part 2/2

Note from the author: Being a dental assistant is... a mixed bag. It differs from assistant to assistant based on where they studied (if they studied), what country/state/province they work in, what office or specialty they work in, etc.

For the sake of this series - I am a registered dental assistant in western Canada, and as of the time of this entry, I've been assisting for about four years.

These rantings are my own, and don't necessarily speak for all dental assistants out there. Our job can be incredibly unfair and rip-your-hair-out-frustrating sometimes, and I've found that sometimes, screaming into the void is a good way to cope.

That's what this series will be. Just one itty-bitty tooth fairy who needs to blow off a little steam.

Consider this a prologue to my rantings. This post will just kind of tell you a bit about myself, how I got into assisting, and the posts to come will be all the juicy stuff that other people who work in the dental office may be able to relate to on a pretty personal level.

In this series, I'll be going by the name of Fae Rhee - for no particular reason aside from it makes me giggle.

Alright, let's get into it...

This is harder than I thought...

I stared at the list of courses offered by the college I'd sent my admissions application to, and found myself a little stuck.

I've narrowed it down to about four options, but I really ought to go in there with a solid plan...

I sighed and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I always had an easier time making a decision when I had a visual aid to help me weigh the pros and cons. I started scribbling out the four possibilities at the top of the page.

Administrative assistant...

I briefly imagined myself behind a desk, firing off emails, juggling phone calls and fashioning spreadsheets.

Massage therapist...

I imagined myself on my feet, in spa-like settings, easing away knots my clients never even knew they had.

Veterinary assistant...

I imagined myself working with animals of all shapes and sizes, and from all walks of life from birth to end-of-life. I scribbled down the fourth and final option.

Dental assistant...

I tapped my pen to my lips and started writing out any pros and cons I could think of.

As an administrative assistant, I could be fairly certain it would be a safe option, but I couldn't help but feel that I would find it quite boring.

As a massage therapist, I imagined the setting and atmosphere of most locations would be nice, but I'd heard so many horror stories - especially from women in the industry.

Veterinary assisting would be the most interesting as far as I was concerned, but knowing how difficult it must be to be present for the euthanasation of so many animals, or seeing them in pain would surely wear on me over time.

But dental assisting...

I would spend some time up and on my feet, but some time chairside. I'd be in a field that I may find a little more interesting. My hours would be worlds better than the majority of the jobs I could work without further credentials. The benefits would likely be better than anything else I had available to me.

I guess that settles it, then.

I took a moment to stretch and ready myself for bed.

The next morning, I would be sitting in front of the admissions counselor, signing the paperwork to get started on my new career.

Three months flew by faster than I thought it would. It was mid-December, and I was on my way to the college's orientation event.

I settled into a random desk at the back of the room and made small talk with the other two students-to-be on either side of me; one who would go on to become a lasting friend, but the other would drop out of the course within the first week, leaving the remaining number of students at a solid twenty-three.

The first month or so of the course was all about the theory of dentistry; learning the different tooth numbering systems, the structure and development of the tooth, the anatomy of the human head from the neck up, the various methods of sterilization and infection control, and so on.

By the end of the brunt of the theory portion of the course, a couple more students had dropped out of the course. As March came about, there were muttering of the first few cases of Covid-19 surfacing in the area, but we still had no idea what was to come, so this was largely ignored.

That is, until we had finally started the process of honing our in-clinic skills. We had only just started to learn how to process instruments and set up for simple procedures when the lockdowns hit.

Just like that, everything was put on pause.

We found ourselves in our homes, twiddling our thumbs 'until further notice.'

By the time we'd resumed theory content online, another couple of students had dropped out. We were unable to train in-clinic, but our instructors focused on prepping us for the entrance exams.

It would be months before we had the chance to resume our clinic training, but the college was insistent on attempting to stay as close to the original graduation date as possible, throwing the lessons into a jumbled mess that few of us were able to follow. After a few more drop-outs, we were left with a class size of fourteen.

By the time we'd approached gradation, very few of our remaining class felt ready in any capacity to enter the work force, having felt rushed for the sake of the convenience of the college's scheduling of the subsequent classes.

Still, we made a go of it. A small handful of those that graduated never bothered finishing their practicum, opting to chase other options away from dental assisting; the rest of us took on our first official positions at our respective clinics.

At this point, Covid-19 restrictions were still present, leading the college to opt for an online graduation ceremony, scheduled in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon, which meant basically none of us could 'attend' as we would be busy during shifts at our practicum offices. We had to admit this lack of consideration left a bad taste in our mouths.

Fast forward to present day - over three years later - and only four of us from the original graduating class would remain in the industry; the other ten had gone on to try something else for varying reasons.

As for those reasons, well - I'll likely be expanding on a great many of them throughout this series.

To be continued...

As of today, August 26th 2024, I have worked in six different clinics, and for nine different dentists. I have seen nearly a thousand patients from all walks of life, and each time I think to myself, 'okay, now I've seen it all,' another curve ball is just around the corner.

So let's get into it, shall we?

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hii im the anon w/ scream rant here it is take my bullshit

The Scream franchise should have ended with Scream 4 (2011).

Character Quality

Craven knew how to write siblings or relatives of deceased characters without making it the entire personality. (I.E. Dewey in the rest of the films post-tatum death) whereas Olpin and Gilett’s characters related to prior characters (namely Sam Carpenter and her being Billy’s illegitimate daughter) had little to no personality outside of being related to those characters.

Dewey remained a likeable some-amount-of-good-dimensional character, while Sam (in movies 5 and 6) has multiple moments where she says you should “never f*ck with the daughter of a serial killer” before brutally murdering them. I will give the new directors credit, Mindy Meeks and Chad Meeks are well written characters who while having some qualities relating to Randy, they also have their own personalities.

Gore, Gore Quality, & Gore Necessity

Screams 1-3 all had a similar gore quality that was to be expected of the time period (1996-2000), but by scream 4 (2011) we are given new gore that is a bit higher quality but still used in moderation as required by each kill scene. But by Scream 5 the gore becomes overused and excessive in each kill scene and by Scream 6 its just overall every death scene is a bloodbath. But, in my opinion the goriest scene should ALWAYS be the final scene where the ghostface/ghosfaces are revealed and murdered. A few examples of overuse of gore in Scream 5/6 are Dewey Riley, Anika Kayoko, and Wes Hicks.

Dewey was stabbed 4-5 times for his death, which normally wouldnt be too bad, BUT his death used the newer gore so the whole thing was over the top and gross. Anika was stabbed in the stomach, then as she was crawling across the ladder to escape she was tipped off the ladder, falling 2-3 floors and smashing her face on a trashcan. Which I once again wouldnt have an issue with but they showed her face right after she hit the trashcan. Wes was also stabbed but he was stabbed through one side of his neck (like through and through one spot on his skin)

Honestly you're so right about the characters. It does a lot of the times feels like there's isn't as much to them as the original Scream characters. Maybe this is on a similar note, but I also don't feel like the new characters are as close as the original survivors felt. They definitely do have their moments, especially in Scream 6 but imo it doesn't feel the same.

For the gore, I imagine a big reason for the bloodbath is because that's what Radio Silence is known for. Like Ready or Not was bloody and its what people kinda associate with them. I also think that the level of gore that is expected in a slasher movie nowadays differs a lot from what was expected when the first Scream movies came out. Personally I don't have much of a problem with more gore, but agree that the most of it should be used for Ghostface(s). The killer should always have the most impressive and memorable kill imo.

Another point I kinda wanna bring up with my dislike of the new Scream movies is that - do they even have anything to say about horror anymore?

This one is more with 6 and the maybe upcoming 7 movie, but the point of Scream has always been to poke fun at movies, especially horror ones. The first one does this brilliantly imo. I think 2 does it well too. 3 falters a bit at times imo. 4 I think once again did better at poking fun at /commentating about horror and the world at the time. Especially considering how much time had passed between 3 and 4, I think it worked well and there was more new stuff to say.

For 5 I think the commentary about the movie landscape was alright. Again, enough time had passed between 4 and 5 that there's new stuff to say. But 6 didn't really provide much new that wasn't already said in the previous movies imo, and I can't see how more sequels could do so. I think that, again, maybe in like 10 years there could more said about the movie landscape. But not this quickly. Like I genuinely cant see 7 doing well and being good, if it even does get made considering how many changes its gone through so far. I heard that apparently Sidney is coming back, but like what else is there to do? With or without her? I just don't see the point of continuing the Scream franchise right now.

I didn't like 5 very much but I could at least understand if that was the last one for a while. Making more seems like a mistake imo

[multifandoms27-blog]

Light Yagami Relationship HC's

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Content: Light Yagami x gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, Light murdering your friends, break up

Notes: This turned into more than relationship HC's, but this has also been in my drafts for a while and I just wanted to get it over with lol

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Lol

You're FUNNY if you think you could actually love Light Yagami

it's me. i'm funny.

Yeah, anyway-

Pre-Kira? Mans is alright. Doesn't exactly understand some relationship stuff, like the importance of affection other than soft kisses, but wont be afraid to ask

Will also probably make sure of your boundaries once the relationship starts

Wont start out head over heels, I think Light is somewhat of a demiromantic/sexual. It'll take him a while before he's head over heels for you.

Mostly a respectful boyfriend, if not clueless when it comes to this, again. Nothing wrong with that.

Now, post-Kira Light?

oh shit

He will still make sure of your boundaries, but he will begin to push at them after a while. See what your limit really is

This may lead him to using you like how he would use Misa, the only difference being that he actually had feelings for you

Speaking of Misa, he informs you of his decision to "date" her

Honestly? You broke up with him because of it. And good on you. You deserve wayyy better than that. However...

Nobody leaves Light Yagami heartbroken. You will be the true diety of the new world alongside him! No other woman or man or person matters other than you- can't you see that?!

He'll go on a desperate rant to you in the rain a couple weeks after your breakup. It was the first time he had seen you since then.

Of course, it's going to take more than begging to get you to go back to him. So, you leave him in the rain.

If he sees you with anyone else, he's finding a way to put their name in the notebook. He can't stand the thought of someone else having you but him - no matter the gender.

Eventually he tells you that Misa knows their relationship is fake and lies that he's free to date other people. He then explains the Shinigami eye deal to you (you already knew about the Kira part) and begs once again for you to come back

You tell him you have to think about it. On the surface, he accepts that answer, but in reality he's angry that you wont take him back

But, he knows if he gets angry, that you wont go back to him. Then who would he rule with?

Eventually you decide to get back with him, but you want your relationship on the down low

"Oh, because of my public relationship with Misa? I understand. That's actually pretty sma-"

"No. It's because I don't want to be made a fool out of." You responded coldly.

"W-wait, so I can't tell...anyone?" Light stood, grabbing your shoulders.

"No. Just like I haven't told anyone about the notebook, or that you're Kira." You glanced away. It was for the best.

Ryuk laughed hard that day.

Light was convinced that you wanted to keep it a secret because you had feelings for somebody else, and he just simply couldn't have that.

Suddenly, criminals stopped dying and people you knew were dying instead

Knowing it was Light, you knew he'd only stop if you allowed him to make your relationship known.

"Light- Light please." You begged, tears falling down your face as the fourth friend died this week. "Please, stop killing them..."

"But why should I? I'm afraid they might take you from me." Light caressed your cheek.

"I'll- I'll let you make our relationship known! Just please stop killing them!" You cried.

Light grinned. "I'm glad you've come to see the error of your ways. Very well, (Y/n). I'll stop killing your little friends once I make our relationship known."

Relieved, you embraced him. His grin widened, as the rest of your friends' names were already pre-written in the notebook with times and dates. He planned to make your relationship known after. It would send a message to you to not defy him, your future husband, again. And it would send a message to everyone else to avoid you, leaving you to be his and his alone.

[thequackcity]

Quackity and Schlatt’s Relationship - More Complicated Then You Think

(this is all /rp and about the characters from the dream smp! pls assume i have the dignity not to write analysis of youtubers)

recently there was a bit of discourse surrounding the relationship between Quackity and Schlatt floating around on tumblr. tho i never saw the original post that sparked the conversation, i did see a few posts that were inspired by it mentioning how they disliked that the original post implied that Quackity and Schlatt were mutually abusive and/or equally bad for each other 

since i never saw the original post, i can't be sure if that's what the op meant to imply. it's not really my place to speak about a post that i never got the chance to read. BUT the conversation that was caused by the post in question did get me thinking about how this fandom treats the relationship between Quackity and Schlatt and how little nuance there is in discussions about it

now before i say anything else, i want to make a few things clear:

i don't think Quackity and Schlatt’s relationship is mutually abusive. no need to worry about hearing that from this post

i don't look down on ppl who have different interpretations of their relationship

there will be potentially triggering content in this analysis. i will place a quick warning whenever i think one is needed!

their relationship is romantic in canon and therefore i’ll be treating it as romantic

alright now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way, we can finally get on with the analysis! i apologize for how long this is gonna be

part 1: let's talk relationship!

i think we can all agree that Quackity and Schlatt’s relationship was not exactly a healthy one. tho it didn't start out that way, it certainly turned into what could be read as abusive or toxic (i personally read their relationship as being abusive in its later half due to evidence provided by the text, but i understand if others prefer to view it as just toxic instead)

but what happened that led to their partnership ending so badly? what caused all of this mess?

well, it was a lot of things. but we will get to that later. let's talk relationship first!

from the very beginning, Quackity and Schlatt’s relationship was pretty one-sided. tho they both clearly liked each other as friends/partners in crime both before and after the election (yes they did interact before the election!) Quackity was also interested in Schlatt romantically- something that Schlatt wasn't fully committed to

as we all know from the infamous date stream and from a few other moments, Quackity and Schlatt enjoyed playfully flirting with each other- tho it was pretty obvious that Quackity was more serious about it then Schlatt was even tho Schlatt considered Quackity to be very attractive

in my opinion, Quackity is someone who wants a long term relationship, while Schlatt is more interested in flings. this can be seen in Schlatt refusing to marry Quackity and rejecting most of his advances while Quackity tried his best to convince him to feel otherwise. Tommy put it best: Quackity is just one of Schlatt’s many bitches U_U

to Quackity, the romantic aspect of their relationship was very important. because Schlatt never actually shot him down or told him that he didn't feel the same way, Quackity took that to mean that they were truly in love. Schlatt on the other hand wasn't very invested in the romantic side of things but clearly valued Quackity’s looks and his support as an ally against Pogtopia so he never fully rejected Quackity’s advances

this might not seem like too big of a deal considering the other things that happened between them, but i think it shows part of the nature of their relationship. there is a lot of miscommunication and, on Schlatt’s end, manipulation of emotions. love is a strong motivator for loyalty and Schlatt is a smart guy who would know how to use that to his advantage

but that isn't to say that Schlatt didn't ever care about Quackity!

Schlatt is a complicated guy and figuring out when he's actually being genuine can be pretty difficult. but i think there are some moments that point to Schlatt genuinely caring about Quackity

when he was alive, Schlatt was pretty paranoid. not as paranoid as Wilbur, but certainly up there. but there were never any times where he truly questioned Quackity’s loyalties after his first day as president. Schlatt also seemed truly upset that Quackity betrayed him, bringing up their status as partners in crime while ranting about how much it hurt him and singling Quackity out while talking about how he had been abandoned during his time of need

Schlatt also spent a lot of time sulking after Quackity betrayed him and whining to Ponk about needing a new bitch. this is in contrast to how angry he was after Tubbo betrayed him- both during and after the execution

there is also the situation with the Big Man Gym 

after being dead for a while, Schlatt contacted Quackity despite them leaving off on bad terms and asked for him to visit him in his cave gym. when Quackity showed up, Schlatt talked about how he valued their relationship and the good times they had together. tho this can easily be seen as emotional manipulation, Schlatt’s a lot smarter than he seems and- if he doesnt have memory issues due to being a ghost- would know that Quackity’s opinion of him was in the dump at the time of his death and most likely wouldn't have improved since then. Fundy has a higher opinion of Schlatt than Quackity does and is someone who obviously craves validation. but Schlatt went to Quackity first anyway and trusted him to help revive him

i think that this is all good evidence that points towards Schlatt truly caring about Quackity as much as someone like Schlatt can care about anyone- or at least valuing him as a companion

i also think that it is pretty common knowledge that Quackity cared about Schlatt- and possibly still does- but i will go over a bit of evidence that i haven’t already mentioned before we move on to the next part

Quackity tried multiple times to impress Schlatt (like when he lied about knowing how to play chess), would attempt to help Schlatt when he was drowning in water, sadly said that they could have had something together while Schlatt was dying in the caravan, and implied that he wouldn’t have left if Schlatt hadn’t taken down the white house. Quackity also willingly went to the Big Man Gym after being summoned there by Schlatt and wanted to revive him long before the revive book became part of the story

part 2: what made it fall apart?

everything i've said so far has been pretty interesting (hopefully) but it doesn't really answer the original question: what went wrong to turn Schlatt and Quackity’s mainly positive partnership sour?

well it comes down to two things in my opinion: their incompatible desires for political power and Schlatt’s deteriorating mental state

Quackity wanted political power from the beginning and wasn't afraid to be open about his desires. he pooled his votes with Schlatt because Schlatt offered him the position of vice president, something Wilbur and Tommy weren’t willing to give to him. tho Quackity obviously cared about L’Manburg and wanted to see good things for it, he also desired power and was willing to team up with someone he didn't fully agree with to get said power

at 32:40 in this video, Quackity talks about how in politics everyone uses everyone so it's alright if Schlatt is using him. he then talks about how he doesn't want to be a man with no power and how he understands that Schlatt’s main goal is also gaining/keeping power. Quackity also shows a bit of his naughty evil side by saying if he overthrows Schlatt then the fun ends too early! 

(side note: these two are pretty evenly matched in intelligence and manipulativeness, i love it!) 

it's a bit of a fandom misconception that Quackity was a love sick yes man during the Manburg era. tho Quackity did want to please Schlatt and was in love with him, he didn't shy away from standing up to or disagreeing with Schlatt when he believed it was needed

at around 26:12 of this video, Quackity and Schlatt meet together in private and Quackity tells Schlatt off for playing down his role in the power structure of Manburg. since this was very early in Schlatt’s reign, Quackity shows no fear towards him and confidently tells him not to treat him like that

Quackity also broke Niki out of jail after regretting letting her be put there in the first place, tried to convince Schlatt to not execute Tubbo, jumped in front of Fundy when Schlatt tried to attack him, tried to stop Schlatt from tearing down buildings, and attempted to protect the white house he built from being destroyed by Schlatt. these are not behaviors of a pure yes man but of someone who, despite fear, has the confidence to speak up for himself even when disrespected by someone in authority

Quackity has always been someone who wanted power and someone who was never a yes man to authority. this contradicts with how Schlatt believed Quackity should act as vice president. in Schlatt’s opinion, Quackity’s one job is to sit around looking pretty while Schlatt does all of the important things and holds all of the power. Schlatt was a big fan of promoting people to worthless positions of authority and its pretty obvious that he considered vice president to be similar to the fake positions he gave Fundy and Tubbo 

in the end, this was a big part of what destroyed their relationship. like it or not, Quackity’s a power hungry guy and always has been. he didn't like that Schlatt constantly shoved him aside and refused to listen to him

now onto the nasty bit...Schlatt’s mental state

cw for mentions of alcoholism, mental deterioration, and abusive behavior  

before i say anything more, i just want to say that i don't think having issues with alcoholism makes someone a bad person. i personally have some issues with such things so it would be pretty stupid of me to say being an alcoholic makes you a bad person. alcoholism does negatively affect your cognitive functions tho and, combined with other health issues, can cause some of the very serious mental problems that Schlatt clearly struggles with

throughout the Manburg era, Schlatt’s mental state rapidly deteriorated. he went from a pretty normal- if eccentric- guy who had a drinking problem, to someone who was delirious most of the time. it's a sharp and noticeable decline that caused a lot of pain for Quackity due to Schlatt often taking his excess aggression out on him by yelling at him and/or belittling him. tho Schlatt often belittled Quackity before he went fully off of the deep end, it was never as aggressive as it was when he was in this delirious state of mind

it was during one of Schlatt’s most aggressive and delirious moments that he tore down the white house despite Quackity’s protests. as we all know, this caused Quackity to snap and kill Schlatt (it's more complicated than that but we will get back to that). as mentioned previously, Quackity implied that he would have stayed with Schlatt if the white house hadn’t been destroyed

in my opinion, these two things combined are the biggest reasons why Quackity and Schlatt’s relationship fell apart. their differing desires for power were not compatible and Schlatt’s awful behavior while his mental state declined caused a rift between them that couldn't be fixed

part 3: how toxic was it really?

cw for emotional and physical abuse 

as i said all the way back in part one, Quackity and Schlatt’s relationship was not healthy. i have provided many examples in the other two parts that shine a light onto why it wasn't healthy, but i didn't show the entire picture

there are many moments that show exactly how Schlatt treated Quackity when he was acting at his worst and none of them are pretty. tho Schlatt was never truly aggressive with his insults until he started to go off of the deep end, that doesn't mean that what he said wasn't negatively affecting Quackity

Schlatt would belittle, insult, and mock Quackity for his appearance not being up to his standards, for his opinions, and for being emotional in ways that Schlatt disapproved of like crying. tho Schlatt would often brush off Quackity’s reactions towards this cruel behavior, it's very clear that Schlatt’s treatment of him has stuck with Quackity in many ways

Quackity is very sensitive about his appearance and it seems to be because of how badly Schlatt hurt his self esteem during their time together. Schlatt tied Quackity’s worth to his appearance and then would claim he wasn't meeting his standards of attractiveness. we can tell that this has stuck with Quackity because of his sensitivity towards people bringing up the scar on his face (something that greatly alters his physical appearance) and he still reacts very badly when Schlatt calls him the mocking nickname flatty patty

speaking of flatty patty- that stupid insult shockingly has a lot of weight in Quackity’s relationship with Schlatt. tho its something the audience is meant to laugh at, the nickname also shows just how little Schlatt respects Quackity because he's constantly throwing it around just to make Quackity upset. Schlatt’s last words are flatty patty all because he wanted to get in one last dig at his ex and ruin Quackity’s day even further 

Schlatt tends to do a lot of things that are intended to make Quackity upset. tearing down the room Quackity made for him in the white house is the biggest example of this- especially since Schlatt mentions how it will upset Quackity while he does it. you can see this moment at around 19:10 of this video

and now let's get into the elephant in the room when it comes to these two: Quackity was scared of Schlatt. tho we never really see Schlatt hit or attack Quackity physically outside of their confrontation at the white house or their confrontation in the caravan, these clips imply that Quackity was at the very least scared of Schlatt physically harming him in some way 

as for actually physically harming him, Schlatt hits Quackity multiple times with a pickaxe and with his fists during their white house fight. Quackity hits Schlatt a couple times too, tho these are all primarily defensive blows since he is trying to protect himself and his property. he also chases after Quackity with a bow after Quackity’s plan to trick him into signing Manburg over to the Pogtopians fails and hits him multiple times during the caravan confrontation

all of this evidence shows that Schlatt was an abusive (or at least toxic) partner towards Quackity and someone who greatly affected him in many ways

tho Quackity did a few questionable things throughout his relationship with Schlatt (such as trying to get Schlatt to have sex with him despite Schlatt not being interested as shown in the later half of this video) and did some downright morally wrong things during his time as vice president of Manburg, no one deserves the pain of an abusive relationship- even a person who has done bad things

as a brief side note before we move on because i know people will bring it up if i skip over it, Quackity did- and most likely still does- want to literally possess Glatt. he brought up reviving Schlatt and using him as a political pawn after Schlatt’s funeral and during their conversation at the Big Man Gym Quackity talked about owning Glatt and having him work at Las Nevadas with no pay

this is unsettling behavior to say the least but this essay isnt about the aftermath of their relationship so much as it is about their relationship when it was actually happening. maybe i will make another post talking more about how Quackity’s relationship with Schlatt affected him even after Schlatt’s death and/or about Quackity’s relationship with Glatt

part 4: final thoughts

i’m not exactly sure why the nuances in Schlatt and Quackity’s relationship get lost when it comes to the fandom, but it’s pretty disappointing to see. hopefully this essay can help people take a closer look at canon and maybe even help them find something interesting that they’d want to explore!

tho the point of this essay is to clear up any misconceptions and hopefully add some nuance to the conversations surrounding Schlatt and Quackity’s relationship, i also wrote it in hopes of showing people how fascinating these two partners in crime were back in the Manburg days. i didn’t cover everything but i think i did a pretty good job for my first analysis post in the dsmp fandom

also since you read to the end, i must say thank you! it really does means a lot to me that you did. i hope you enjoyed and maybe even learned something. this post can be used as a resource if anyone wants to use it as such

here’s a tiny devil Quackity for your troubles <3