#and because i'm so new to the glee fandom

[secriden]

Lol on the fortpeat.. Peat was so taken aback he didn't even have time to blush. Is there more from that interview?

Oh, I actually linked the full interview in the original post, anon, but here it is again if you want to see it: {Youtube}

This interview is a gold mine. My 2nd favourite little moment:

Fort basically claims he's a light sleeper and wakes up as soon as the other person in bed moves (ie. he's easy to wake up).

Peat... immediately looks skeptical.

Like, I have to wonder if the translation of "coquettishly" is accurate, but the mental image I have is of Fort keeping his eyes shut but with that shit eating grin on his face as he pretends to be asleep while Peat just keeps shaking him in exasperation. xD

Peat goes on to explain: they'd agreed to leave at 11am and Fort told him very seriously that he was going to set his alarm at 10:20am. Even asks Peat when he's going to set his alarm. Peat then tells the interviewer, "I was already up at 10am" in the most deadpan tone ever (ilhsm).

But when 10:20am rolls around...

The whole time Peat is telling this story, Fort is giggling his adorable little hiccuping laughter and the whole damn thing is just too damn cute and threaded through with fondness. <3

Honourable mention:

The answer is no, Fort hasn't made breakfast for Peat yet and then with absolutely zero prompting, Peat goes off on this rant story about how Fort took him out to eat Mala and ended up forcing him to try something Peat really didn't want to try:

If I could boil down FortPeat's dynamic into a single screenshot, I think this may well be it. >w<

Fort: gleeful, unrepentant, basking in how spoiled he is.

Peat: exasperated, resigned, secretly fond and therefore totally aware its his own damn fault.

[doyelikehaggis]

My head is jumping from fandom to fandom at the moment and I have no idea how to choose one to write for.

[notashadowbutawave]

finally talked my wife into watching 8x06 "confessions" with me and WOW there's quite a lot going on in this breakup scene in buck's apartment (and the infamous glee scene for that matter) that I haven't seen discussed much on this website (though maybe I'm just not finding it?) like this show is always yelling the themes in your face but...

first of all I think it's somewhat intentional that Buck is being written as kind of regressing. So far in the show, he's gotten his confidence in romantic relationships by fulfilling the role with the person that he thinks he should fulfill. with Abby, Buck had just learned about serious adult romantic relationships and how they work and was trying to Be A Partner in a complete speed run. But he learned that no amount of devotion is a substitute for functionality. with Taylor, he was trying to Be A Functional Partner - and he learned that being a partner Has To involve trust, and that trust comes from somewhere else other than just our actions - it has to come from our hearts.

Tommy is the first person he's ever dated where he doesn't know what the next steps are and that's because this isn't something he has a blueprint for - being a Partner and a Functional Partner for somebody who sees right through him and sees exactly what he's trying to do, to make Tommy never leave. Abby was completely clueless (sorry I really dislike Abby) and Taylor didn't realize that an adult man could behave so badly without utter malice in his heart. Both of them kind of make the mistake of being vulnerable to Buck's charms.

Tommy is of course vulnerable to Buck's charms but Buck is more transparently himself with Tommy as well - and what Tommy sees, then, is a person who is deeply insecure and may be trending in the right direction but ultimately still thinks there's a lever he can pull to make Tommy stay and never leave him. He doesn't know that he's not done cooking yet because every new thing he learns about the world or others makes him feel brand fucking new.

So yes, the glee scene:

Josh was absolutely gagged that Tommy was Abby's ex fiance

Buck's first instinct is to see the situation from Abby's side and go into protective mode which is adorably loyal to be fair but also like ; get a grip

I actually love Josh's framing of "you care about this person and if you want a future in a queer relationship you need to learn that we don't all come to this the same way"

Did they need a cultural reference? No. Were they going to self referentially congratulate Ryan Murphy for inflicting it on the world? Yes.

And regarding the breakup itself:

What is wrong with this fandom's sense of humor that I haven't seen a gif of "I'm the himbo" ??? Like yes babe u sure are come here

Buck is really working so hard in this scene to make sure Tommy knows that he's serious. He's like... this freaked me out but I've decided I'm cool with it. She changed my life but not like you !!!

Like bless his heart, Buck thought he was really doing the right thing by telling Tommy about Abby BEFORE ASKING HIM TO MOVE IN WITH HIM. like MY CARDS ARE ON THE TABLE??? SEE??? LOVE ME FOREVER !! it's adorable and it's also cringe as fuck.

I think the real sin of the writing here is making Buck so completely clueless that this is the wrong move. Like he's kind of an idiot (Eddie Diaz's words not mine) but moving in with someone after dating them for six months in your 30s is WILD behavior and I don't think even Evan Buckley would fail to realize that this is a bit much in this moment.

But idk being in love makes one do stupid things? I did all of my messy bitch relationship shit before I turned 30 but I guess it is buck we are talking about

I completely understand why Tommy reacts the way he does in this scene and bless Lou Ferrigno Jr for acting it with such nuance, much more depth than the scene frankly deserves. What a heartbreaker. Like you see him tense up at Buck's request

"I'm not saying let's get married or engaged, even though we would have the right, thanks to the brave people who came before, including you." such an insane thing to say to your boyfriend. Whoever approved this script was trying to take me out like with a gun.

You then see the absolute grief in Tommy's eyes like oh god this kid is killing me. He's so sweet. He's so cute. He doesn't get it. I love him. He doesn't get it.

As an aside, Eddie being stalked in the juice bar by the hot priest was absolutely incredible.

I didn't hate this episode but wow the writing does suck shit, however I fully believe it makes sense for them to break up here and get back together in the future ??? because Buck DOES have some shit to figure out. Like moving in with someone is a lot of fucking intimacy REALLY fast and baby boy sometimes you NEED to pump the brakes a little ESPECIALLY when you think someone might be THE ONE and you just figured out you like guys six months ago.

I get it and yeah the writing is tragic and the inclusion of Abby in general is just unhinged and unnecessary but like I don't hate the broad strokes here. how else does the blorbo learn if not by ritual torture by the writers. Lou is too good to not have back though. My god what a treasure.

end bucktommy endgame truther transmission

[bunny-jpeg]

coffee and a lemon slice with lance stroll? rivals to lovers but really everyone can tell he’s in love with her

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want to suggest your own order? hit up the menu for all the desserts & other treats. i'm open to different fandoms too if that tickles your fancy! we have a great staff of servers who'll get your orders to you asap!

lemon slice ("i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.") + coffee (rivals au) served by lance stroll (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, rivals-to-lovers, snark & bickering, fluff, counter sex, semi-clothed sex, semi-public sex

you didn't mean to laugh in the face of that reporter. but if they were going to ask such a stupid question then you were going to laugh! to be a woman in the big leagues of formula one meant sometimes being a bitch.

like when you laughed in the face of sky news.

"i'm sorry!" you said, "that was terrible of me. but no, i'm not in some secret relationship with lance stroll! i really appreciate that people stop asking who i am dating, i promise you it's not some loser on the grid. they'd eat my rubber before they kissed me." you laughed once more.

you got a stern talking to the week after in belgium, which had you teammate, max, almost laughing into his fist. as if his head wasn't on the chopping block.

you shoved the current champion, "don't laugh dickhead, it's not that funny."

"they're suggesting media training for you." he laughed as you two walked down the hallway, which made you shove him again.

you glared at max, "well, at least i don't have a bed time, verstappen. what are you, ten?" you waved your arms at him in frustration. which only made him laugh more.

you passed by various people while walking to lunch. but without looking you knew exactly when lance was walking by. it made you staggered in your step a little, but you refused to look at him. you kept your head held high.

max pretended that he didn't notice. but internally smirked, for the one swore off drivers. you did have a massive crush on lance stroll. but, there was no need to fret. lance was obviously into you as well, as apparent by his gaze lingering on you long after you walked by.

the dutch driver slapped you on the back, "well, i guess we're both fucked then." then flashed you a smile. both in regards to how you act in front of media and how your obvious feelings for lance.

it was after belgium that you were face to face with lance. it was a party after the event and you were nursing a beer. your loss was pretty brutal, you were fighting in the back of the grid with the likes of stroll. something you weren't comfortable with.

but he soon joined you in your misery. you froze for a moment before he nudged you in the arm and held out his own drink. you clinked glasses together as he said, "to losers."

you smiled back at him, "to losers." you hated to admit it, but you kind of understood lance. his passion for the sport but also being the face of your country. you on top of it had to live in max's shadow, not that he took glee in it.

"you never look me in the eyes." he said after a sip of his beverage, "you'll always look at everyone else in the eyes. but not me. maybe it's because i'm buzzed as all hell, but.. do you hate me?"

you swallowed, "we're rivals, lance. remember in my first season you said the driver you wanted to go toe to toe with was me? you stated your intentions about me."

he scratched the back of his neck, "well, yeah... why wouldn't i? you usually out position me. you're a killer on the track, of course i'd want to go wheel to wheel. going against you is challenge in itself... driving against you makes the sport fun." he gave a small smile.

you raised your eyebrows at him, "what?"

he nodded, "yeah, it was the media who made us rivals in every headline... i just wanted to be good... like you." he swallowed, his cheeks growing flushed, "nevermind."

you felt your face heat up as well, "i mean, i fucked up this race. so, you could easily catch up." you took another swig of your beer, the acidity of it didn't sit well in your stomach.

"doesn't mean anything. i've seen how you are. you're the best."

"are you hitting on me?" you asked, not too sure where this stream of consciousness series of compliments were going.

there was a beat of silence before he said, "yeah... i found out that apparently everyone knows i have feelings for you.. so i wanted to tell you before you found it out from someone else." he waved his hand a little, "i like you... and i know you don't date drivers. so i get it. i just didn't want to lie to you anymore.

you looked at him in shock, "for real?"

he nodded, "yes, on my life. i am certain." the collar of his button up felt stiffer and sweatier. he ran his hand through his hair, "nevermind, just forget about it. if you hear anything from anyone else, they're lying."

maybe it was the rush of the day's race, maybe it was the sweaty beer, maybe it was the alignment of the stars or the placement of the moon. maybe venus was in retrograde and mars was half price. but you grabbed him by the front of the button up and pressed your lips against him.

you noticed the taste of burt bee's chapstick and melted into the kiss. he put his drink down beside him and took you in his arms. when you parted the kiss, you pressed your forehead against yours and held his face.

"the no driver's rule-"

you sighed, "some rules are meant to be broken, i guess. i just told them that so they'd stop asking. i do hate that they were right. stupid press."

he dared himself to kiss you once more, this time a little softer as your hands curled deeper into his shirt. the kisses continued until you broke and ended up sneaking across the event towards the single-stall bathroom.

you two kissed once more, once you locked the door. he pressed you up against the counter before he picked you up and placed you on top of it. his hands were on your breasts, feeling the flesh through the blouse you wore.

you were beautiful, so painfully beautiful that you felt a surge of pleasure in your gut. when he pulled away, you held his face. you stared into those beautiful brown eyes, "i think we suck at beings rivals." you panted, "i think we should be lovers."

he captured your lips once more, "that sounds like a plan to me." he chuckled, "means i'll finally beat you on the grid."

you pulled him closer, your forehead against his. before you pulled him into a searing kiss, "good luck, stroll." then pulled away to get your pants around your ankle. your blouse was on your shoulders and soon your panties were around your ankle as well.

he admired the sight of you, his cock now in his hand. the washroom was a little cramped but still the space between you two felt too big. you kissed him on the lips as he pressed his cock against your slick pussy.

"i like it when you beat me." he admitted.

"oh yeah, why?"

"because it drives me to be better. one day i'll beat you though." he chuckled, "be the best driver there is." he slowly sank his cock into your cunt. he swore under his breath as he rocked against you. he started to really thrust his hips against you.

you took him to the root and felt the curl in your gut. years of tension finally came to a head and now were in such an intimate position. you said to him, "you could never beat me, lance."

he gripped your shoulders as he moved against you. he said, "one day. one day you'll see me on the podium." he chuckled, "i'll win for us, don't worry." his cock stretched you in a way that you felt the blood rush in your ears.

the entire thing felt painfully erotic.

"well, aren't you a sweetheart." you held onto him tightly and continued to make out with him. he rutted against you, you held onto him and panted heavily through your nose. when he pulled away, you braced yourself with your arms on the counter to give lance the ability to have a better angle.

"i'll be good to you, don't worry. i'll win for you" he panted, his hands on your hips and his eyes on your breasts. he could feel the heat in your body and how the cat got your tongue as he nudged against the back of your pussy, "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

you moaned a little louder before you forced yourself to keep it down. you said to him, "i said, good because maybe you'll actually win." you clung to him as he moved against you.

you felt the heat on your exposed back, the feeling of him so close to you was nice. you kissed him on the lips once more as he fucked you. you clawed at his clothed back as he fucked you.

you both felt the heat all over, the thrump of your chest as he buried his cock into you. it was so painfully hot, it left you feeling flushed. the feeling was painfully erotic. you felt a hot passion with lance as you kissed him once more.

you both panted through your noses as you thrusted up against one another. the pleasure was undeniable. you hoped that no one could hear you, but it was too late now. your body yearned for him.

there a bit of praise off of lance's lips when he said, "you're beautiful."

it was no surprise that you both came at the same time and kissed one another to keep quiet. your lips felt desperate against him. the kiss was

he pulled out and got his cock back in his slacks. you panted as you reached over to get your blouse off the counter. the heat was still in your cheeks as you put it back on.

his voice cut through the silence, "do you want to come to my hotel tonight? i'd love to have you on the bed rather than on a counter." he chuckled as he pushed his hair back out of his eyes.

you licked your lips, "i'd love to, stroll. now why don't you lead the way." then winked at him. your no-driver rule was broken, but what you got out of it was the love of your life. <3

[cjlouwho]

I 100% agree with you that that was lazy writing. What was the point of deliberately picking someone the audience (and the 118) were familiar with to be Buck's LI when they could have picked some random. What was the point in delving into Tommy's history and his feelings, what was the point of showing him head over heels for Buck in the last ep, of getting a gift for their 6 month anniversary only to say "oh well, I figured we wouldn't last, so I'm gonna get out now before you break my heart". Why let him get that involved if Tommy's ideology was to never allow himself to move forward in the relationship because ultimately he thought it wouldn't last? It's whiplash for the audience after you saw how INVESTED Tommy was in the last ep! And how exactly is this Buck getting off the hamster wheel? This relationship has ended pretty much exactly like all his others - he gets invested, they leave! They had so much potential as a couple - seeing what it's like for two fire-fighters to date knowing they're both in risky jobs, maybe Buck having to meet/deal with Tommy's homophobic father, getting to explore a "new" character's back story instead of rehashing the same story lines from the mains as well as seeing more of how Buck deals with being in a same sex relationship. All wasted.

And since they referenced Glee, if the plan is for it to echo the Kurt/Blaine relationship in that show where they broke up so they could "explore" before getting back together, by doing so they ruined that relationship so much that by the end it wasn't satisfying that they WERE endgame - they weren't the couple we fell in love with. (And also, way to reinforce the negative stereotype of "you can't ever be long term with your first". I should let my sister, my cousin and my aunt know even though they've all been married for years to their husbands - all their first.) Even if they do decide to bring Tommy back down the line, would it even be the same relationship we fell in love with? Would we even trust the writers to stick with it and treat it well? Or if they did a final episode reunion so Buck doesn't end the series alone, how is that satisfying for the audience?

I have been watching 911 since it started, and I have always been part of the general audience up until S7 where I joined the fandom because I thought Buck/Tommy were adorable. It's the first time in years I've become invested in a couple on a show. It's the first time in years that I've dipped my toes back into a fandom. Like you, this ship inspired me to write fic again. I have a bunch of wip's waiting to be posted on ao3 and I honestly don't know if I'll finish them now. And if they have broken them up for Buddie to get together I think I'll stop watching. And not just because I never saw them as a romantic couple (I only ever saw a deep friendship) but because logistically I don't see it working. Besides the fact that I think that while they work as friends, they probably wouldn't gel as a couple, two people on the same team in a relationship? That will screw up the 118 dynamic, especially as this show looooves relationship drama. If they get in a fight, or worse, break up, then what? How would that work within the 118, unless someone transfers out, but then it's bye bye the 118 we love. And not to mention, in the only 4 months I have been in this fandom I have seen some VILE crap from the buddies, and from what I understand it they've been like that for years. And the show runners know about it, so if they go with Buddie, congratulations, you've rewarded toxic behaviour and given them a license to be worse (look at them already, going in the bucktommy tags and gloating).

I told myself after Glee ended and they royally screwed everything up that I wouldn't watch another Ryan Murphy show because he has a history of doing that sort of thing. When 911 came along I was cautious, but it looked like it would be different - more grown up if you will, especially since Ryan Murphy hasn't really been involved since season 1. I should have just gone with my gut. I just hope that, knowing these last two eps were filmed weeks before they aired, the showrunners see how popular they were and realise crap, we've made a BIG mistake. (Everyone should flood instagram and especially Facebook, whoch is more GA than most social media platforms, with RESPECTFUL comments about how devastated they are, and who knows, it might make them consider bringing Tommy back sometime in 8b - I believe they're still writing the back half of the season.)

Side note, I feel really sorry for Lou. Yeah he's going back to SWAT, and I love him in that (even though his character can be a dick sometimes) but he's said in interviews how he's tired of always being cast as "the muscle" due to his size and he seemed genuinely happy to get this role, which was exactly what he was looking for - the sweet, caring, romantic love interest role where he could show some depth, and they screwed him over (sounds like he even thought Buck and Tommy were doing well and wasn't expecting the break up until the end).

(Apologies for the long rant. But what you've been saying really resonated with me and I needed to share your sentiments.)

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[faiell]

yapping about fics and commenting

sorry to yap but work is boring today and tumblr isn't blocked on my work computer LOL

ok it's abt that post where the writer friend stopped writing because they weren't getting the comments/kudos they wanted.

i'm like. an overeager fandom person. like i cannot get into a fandom without wanting to meet new people and make friends. i love yapping about whatever silly gay idiots i'm hyperfixating over. i'm all about community, and sharing the joy of fandom, and all that fun positive stuff.

i don't post my art for stats but like. that means nothing coming from me tbh. i get stats. i can't accurately predict what would happen if i stopped getting notes on my art, but i would probably keep drawing and keep posting, just maybe less confidently, and less often. i recognize that stats make it much easier and while it’s not my primary motivation, it definitely motivates me to keep posting.

and yet. for years, i never commented on fic. i think i left kudos? and i saw posts like this all the time about how writers were so sad they didn't get comments. and i would feel super guilty about it all the time. but i still wouldn't do it! it sounds stupid, but i would feel pressured. if i liked a fic a lot, it felt even more difficult to comment, because i thought i would have to somehow give back to the author everything that fic gave to me. i wanted to craft the perfect comment that could perfectly encapsulate everything a fic made me feel. and that was way too much pressure so i would just not say anything.

when i got into drarry, i started reading a shit ton of fic. and i still wouldn't comment. i left maybe... 2 or 3 comments, maybe, i think. i can't remember. but i had a lot to say and i WANTED the writers to hear that i had read it and liked it. i just... didn't comment! u know what i did instead? i just fucking straight up DM'd writers on discord and started gushing to them that i liked their fic. somehow i was confident enough to do that, but writing a comment still felt like too much pressure. ?? i don't understand it either, but in my head it felt like a writing assignment, but when I was in DMs it felt more like a conversation and so there wasn't any pressure to make it "good"? idk!! it's very weird.

then i wrote and posted my first complete fic. just a oneshot, nothing special, and i was like. UNREASONABLY nervous about posting it. like. i am a confident person, okay? i was going to make a burner AO3 account and post it under a different name so nobody would know it was me, and then never mention it to anyone except MAYBE super close friends. i got talked out of doing that (thanks i feel a bit silly about considering that now). and then i received my first comment on it, which was basically a two-liner where someone said they liked it and thanked me for writing it.

and i was like. ??...?????? ???????? ...??!!! because i felt like... uncontainable glee? i was freakishly happy. the amount of serotonin those two sentences gave me was definitely unnatural.

is that healthy? idk. will it continue? idk. LOL. i hope so? but idk, some people said it wears off if you write/post for a while. but whatever, the fact that one little comment like that could make my entire day blew my mind. tbh i thought writers were just exaggerating when they said stuff like that.

ever since then i started leaving comments! that shit's easy! like what was i overthinking for? i'm such a fucking tryhard! all i gotta say is that i liked it, and even the bare minimum can bring lots of joy to someone.

so basically what im trying to say is that negative reinforcement doesn't do shit!! it just makes people feel bad about themselves. that post is nasty for guilt-tripping readers like that, and i bet you it's going to have the opposite effect (or no effect tbh).

YAPPING FINISHED. for now.

[klerothesnowman]

The New Lower Decks Episode Wasn't About Multiverse Fatigue

I know I usually talk about Star Wars but I like other things that start with Star too! Stargate, Starfox and yes, Star Trek.

I also really, really love Lower Decks. The combination of irreverent comedy and absolutely reverence for a franchise's history and themes is a great combination, no matter what. To bring it back to Star Wars just for a moment, look at the latest Lego Star Wars movie. People love it, and it's got the same DNA as Lower Decks!

But I have a feeling about the new episode of Lower Decks and a cursory search on tumblr suggests I'm the only one feeling it, though people are brushing against it! So I guess I gotta be the one to say it.

Lower Decks is, as an elevator pitch, a Star Trek series starring Star Trek Nerds, made by Star Trek Nerds. Everything in this show drips with a desperate love for every facet of the franchise, from its characters and stories to its themes and universe and this love is reflected in its main characters, especially Mariner and Boimler. Our main pair are absolute giddy nerds every time something Star Trek happens. They lose their minds at the idea of meeting famous Star Trek characters, they know the tropes of a Star Trek episode and get big smiles when they recognize them. Mariner's big emotional climax in Season 4 is even reflective of the way some Star Trek Nerds react to DS9 and post DS9 Star Trek content. It's darker, it's violent, it's big space battles where no one comes out as a hero rather than exploring the galaxy with an optimistic glee. It's not Star Fleet. It's not Star Trek.

These characters are another facet of Lower Deck's desperate love. It's their love for the Fandom.

I'm going to completely contradict my title for a second, yes, absolutely, Boimler's entire character in this episode was about how sick people are of the Multiverse. Because boy howdy are we so fucking sick of it right? We all agree we're sick of it? But here's the thing about the corporate hellscape Multiverse that we're all so sick of.

It's not Gashir being confirmed. No one is making canon alt universes where characters are gay on screen, they were already gay. Yet they're the alternate universe characters who are treated with the most importance.

Garak and Bashir take up a sizable portion of the episodes run time for literally no reason. Their lovers quarrel doesn't matter. You could get rid of Bashir entirely and nothing would change, you'd just need to pad out about 5 minutes of episode. So why was it there?

Because it's fucking Garak and Bashir being on screen gay as fuck, what am I talking about that's worth 5 minutes! And like, yeah, I'm right, absolutely, BUT ALSO?

At the emotional climax of the episode multiverse explorer Lily Sloane convinces Boimler that the multiverse is cool because it's a glimpse into humanities limitless potential. How it's enlightening to experience how different someone could be just because of a minor change in their trajectory. How a completely different team of Avengers would handle the battle of New York, how Spider-Man would be if he was a neo-noir detective, what Hela would be like if she was banished to earth instead of imprisoned.

But that's not Star Trek Multiverses, right? Star Trek multiverses are like... What if we flipped the entire script stuff. Terran Empire and all that. They don't explore minor character changes. They're not about minor variations on beloved characters. This isn't the Star Trek that Lower Decks is dripping with love for.

Another Tumblr user (@abigailnussbaum) had a theory that Curzon was supposed to be Jadzia, because every other character in the crew was "Someone who was screwed by the narrative, writers or just something the fans have long wanted to see"

Another user (@halfbakedideas) said that the episode felt like "a fanfiction writer wrote it"

The reason so much of this episode focused on Garak and Bashir's enduring and perfect love for each other is because the alternate universe where they are on screen gay lovers is the point. It's the beautiful universe that we're exploring.

The episode was about Fan Fiction. It was the Lower Decks writers expressing their appreciation and desperate love for the Fandom writing these characters in new situations, exploring their limitless potential from a narrative position.

[anodyne-sunflower]

One of the things I love about the Astarion hug scene is that in it, he's relearning touch. Anyone who has been through abuse physically and sexually, we know exactly what that journey looks like. You're so used to a negative reaction that even the softest, sweetest touch breaks you up inside. You hate it because you absolutely want to be able to love it. You get angry because it isn't fair you have no experience of gentle, meaningful touch (and not just sexually). The first time you do feel it from someone...fuck me, that's a wild moment. It's like alarms going off and you want to scream for help but you don't want to scare the gentle person away. Because just as bad as you crave no touch, you also are really fucking touch-starved for something.

I'm going way off the rails but I just realized how badly some of us who have experienced such unfair abuses can relate to this character. Obviously it varies, but I just wanted to be able to communicate this with the fandom. Like, just to let you know you're not alone. Holy hell you're not alone. Us other survivors are here and finding absolute glee in the journey that is Astarion.

So yes, I'm screaming about the hug scene again. His face, God-- he's so stunned and hurt but this, this moment is him finally realizing that touch doesn't need to be sexual, it doesn't need to be forced or painful or unfair. It can be gentle, addictive in the best way and the first time you feel it's embrace (literally right) you worry it'll be gone just as quick.

But it isn't. And you get to experience the new meaning of touch.

Just imagine the possibilities for him and Tav.

A hug. A soft caress to the cheek. A gentle pat on the back. A light peck on the cheek or forehead. A warm body next you in bed that merely seeks your presence for comfort and offering safety. I want to see all of these moments for him. I'm so tempted to write a little thing about it lol my fanfic writer is drooling okay.

He deserves the world in a kinder way. We all do.

[oscconfessions]

I feel like gushing about how much this fandom has meant to me for a moment. Having a Time.

I genuinely love the memories I have of the OSC that I've been collecting since I joined the fanom in 2015. I've spent so much of my life in this fandom and it genuinely has done so much for me.

I got to witness idfb's release. I was THERE. It's hard to believe sometimes. I got to watch the comments freak out as they realized it wasn't bfdia 6 but something entirely different. Some positive, some negative. All surprised. I remember being so mad I couldn't vote or contribute because I was too young to have a YouTube account at the time. I remember watching idfb a million times in pure awe that it wasn't a competition show, so excited for the next episode to come out.

I remember when Kick the Bucket released and everyone collectively gasped at the reveal that Apple wasn't truly using Marshmallow and that it was all Bow. I remember how excited I was that my theory was RIGHT. I didn't know how common of a theory it was back then, I was just so excited because I'd been able to figure it out. I remember how surprised I felt when Nickel got eliminated alongside Balloon and how excited I was to see how Suitcase's character was going to develop. It was the first time I'd really watched something that intense and gotten so invested in it. I remember waiting for each and every episode of II past that point on the edge of my seat, eager to see what would happen next.

I remember when the first episode of bfb released. I wasn't expecting it. I don't believe anyone was. I found the art style so cool, and I loved how different it was from the traditional bfdi style. I loved the huge cast of characters and I had such fun trying to get a grasp on their personalities. I was so THRILLED when I realized I was able to cast my very first vote on a bfb episode. It was so fun, realizing that I could truly contribute to the community for the first time in my life. It was just one vote, but it filled me with pure glee. I was a part of something. It was a feeling of collaboration I'd never felt in any fandom space before.

I remember waiting through every hiatus, every pause in production, because I was so in love with these shows I was ready to wait my entire lifetime for them if I had to. I loved discovering new shows and new ways to interact with the community outside of the shows themselves. When I realized there were fandom spaces outside of YouTube that I could talk to other fans in I was over the moon. Finally, I had people who I could share my adoration for these silly talking objects with. I had people who I could start considering my friends.

I accepted the loss of bfdia because it meant there would be new stories that could be told with characters familiar and new. I adored each new story beat added to II because it meant these characters I'd grown to adore would get to have new, interesting scenes for me to watch over and over again.

And now. Here I am. Finding myself falling back in love with the community that shaped my childhood. Still giggling over the newest bfdia episode, and awaiting the next part of the Inanimate Insanity finale with nothing but pure JOY.

This community has meant a lot to me. And I'm so glad I've always found my way back to it. I know the community is pretty rocky (hah) at times, but it's been so special to me for so long.

I just love this fandom. A lot.

alright time to go die out of embarrassment now!!!!

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[userautumn]

i wish i was paying attention to oliver when we were in the bucktaylor era i'm so sad i missed that

Yeah, it was WILD. He was unhinged. That's why I maintain the fact that people in this fandom have tragically short memories. People (especially new fans) love to characterize Oliver as this perfect, sweet, lily white angel princess who can do no wrong, but that man is a BITCH. Never in my life have I seen an actor passive aggressively hate a ship he was paid to endorse so passionately.

Some people very obviously think that just because he's not gushing over BuckTommy the way he does with Buddie, that somehow means he hates the ship. But, first of all, Buddie has existed for seven seasons vs. BuckTommy, which has only existed for six months. Of course he's not going to have the same level of investment. Passion grows with time when it's allowed to. Second of all, Oliver's deep, personal investment is not required. He is allowed to not have strong feelings about BuckTommy. He's allowed to be indifferent. This also does not mean he hates it. It just means he's indifferent. That's an entirely valid emotion/response. And third of all, I reiterate, I have seen what it looks like when Oliver Leon Jones hates a ship and it's not him giving vague non-answers whenever asked. Call me when he's posting and deleting a bunch of shrug emojis and talking about their breakup with barely restrained glee.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you're always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don't necessarily hate Marc, but you don't get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

A/N: another series because idk. felt like it.

"-I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." You turn to your now husband and give him a smile. He pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours. There's hollers and whistles all around you. On the outside, you appear to be a couple so in love. On the inside, your heart is dropping to your stomach.

_____________________

6 Months Earlier

"I-I thought you said you were getting better," you look at your father in disbelief. He had just delivered some heart breaking news: he was dying.

For the past few years, he's been receiving treatment and he seemed to be getting better. Turns out, within the last year, he stopped treatment because he was getting tired.

"I was, but sunshine, I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired and I'm getting old. I just want to enjoy the last bit of life I have left."

Anger started building up within you. You clenched your jaw and tightened your fists, "But if you end your treatments, you don't get to enjoy life much after! Dad, please just-"

He holds up a hand and you stop talking, "I've already made up my mind, Sunny. And if you're concerned with your financial state-"

"You seriously think I'm concerned with that?" you can't help but be hurt by your father's insinuation.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I know you've never cared for this life," he gestures around to his office, "But, you should know something."

"What?" you're mentally preparing yourself for even more heartbreaking news.

"You and Marc are to be married."

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, "Are you kidding me?!"

"He will be taking over as my successor once I'm gone and, to make sure you're well taken care of, you'll be marrying him." Your father states everything as factual, giving no room for refusal or compromise.

"But what if I'm already dating someone?"

"You're not. I know you're not. I still have my eyes on you despite you being an adult."

You scoff, "Un-fucking-believable."

There's a knock at your father's office door and he says, "Come in."

The man of the hour, Marc, enters the room. He sees your fuming expression and can't help but smirk, "I see he's told you."

"Clearly. And you're okay with this?!"

Marc shrugs, "Could be worse. Plus, we don't hate each other so this marriage won't be completely unbearable."

You scoff, "Speak for yourself!" you whip around to your father, "Dad-"

"I'm just looking out for you, sunshine."

"And if I don't go through with this?"

Your father's eyes darken, "You can say good-bye to that charity organization you've been working so hard towards."

"You wouldn't."

"Don't forget who still has the power here, sweetheart."

You look to Marc whom still has a neutral expression. You felt conflicted. You'd thought that in this day and age, you'd be able to make your own choices, be able to find someone who you love and they love you back. But the world you've grown up in isn't normal. Your dad is a well known mob boss and he has power. Marc isn't terrible, but you don't know him well. But the charity organization you've been working so hard towards helped children in the community. If your dad takes that away, they won't have anything.

"Fine," you say through gritted teeth, "I'll go through with this."

Your dad's expression changes to glee, "Wonderful! You have six months to get to know each other better before the wedding."

You look at him in surprise, "You already have the wedding date planned?"

"Yes, but the venue, dress, and all of that stuff will be left to you two, of course."

You roll your eyes, "Gee thanks."

"Congratulations you two. Let's have a drink!" you sit and watch as Marc goes to your father's liquor cabinet and pours the three of you a drink. With raised glasses, your father exclaims, "To the L/N Legacy!" the three of you clink glasses and you down the entire glass. You're going to need a lot more where that came from.

[magi-the-writer]

| Make Your Choice |

PROLOGUE : Part 1 of 4

: PART ONE :

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It really does suck when the thing that ends up killing you, is just doing your job.

THUNK!

“Finally” rolling my writs, the built-up tension began to unwind as I scrunched my nose up.

The hard sound of the boxes setting down to the floor, it didn't matter that I tried to settle the dolly down slowly. The load was just too heavy as I eyed the tower of boxes cautiously.

Watching them sway slightly, ‘don’t fall, please don’t fall.’ I quietly pleaded the universe to not be cruel.

“God this thing is heavy.” I breathed out a stale sigh as the stack came to a still. But a new problem had struck. ‘How the hell am I even going to unstack them?' Just the exhausting thought had me dreading the activity.

Having bore witness to Caleb as he struggled to stack the boxes on his own, it was a clear insight to how heavy these packages truly were.

In hindsight, I should have just scampered off when I had the chance. Cause now I’m stuck with the responsibility of putting all of this into storage.

I felt rather useless. Standing there in the crapped room full of box and toys; awkwardly trying to come up with a plausible idea as to how I was going to do this.

'Might as well try to brute force it.' Reluctantly, I got closer—my hands took the two bars to the dolly as I started to tug on it. 'Come on' I grunted. Yanking on the thing harder, it took me a moment to notice that they had started to wobbled—back and forth.

"Crap!" I hissed. Scrambling—I ceased my futile attempts as I scurried to save the towering tower of goods.

Not from the goodness of my heart. But because I don't need my paycheck going towards any damages to the papery continent’s contained inside.

Lingering their for a moment, my body was stiff as my hands pressed against the smooth surface.

Breathing out a short breath of relief, the tower stayed as my brows furrowed in annoyance. "Bloody thing, trying to get me in trouble." I muttered spitefully.

"So, you wanna be difficult—huh?" Jabbing the cardboard, I stalked around the stacked dolly—squeezing past the open ladder.

'Well. Too bad, you're coming off this thing, and I'm going to put your contents where it belongs.' With a mild sneer, I placed my foot against the lowest box. Pushing it, it didn’t move.

Shifting my footing, I tried once again. Shoving the cardboard from the plate they sat on. I wasn't even confident that it'd even move. But hearing the mild scraping was the fuel that kept my hopes high.

'Aha!' I exclaimed, grinning in glee. 'You are no match for me!—'

"Crap!"

My eyes blown wide in shock as I stumbled backwards. The dolly that came shooting out swayed; stumbling, I desperately scrambled to catch my footing. But it was like standing on marbles as my back collided with one of the many shelves.

"Ah! that bloody hurt!" I sharply hissed threw my teeth. Withering, I took a quick step away from the hard wooden shelf. Groaning, I wriggled my shoulders to try and rid myself of the dull ache. I directed my glare towards the boxes—those damn troublesome boxes.

"Fucking hell!” I shouted as my head shot down—clambering to once again to catch my footing. Something hard clattered to the floor.

My hands immediately flew up to hover over my throbbing head. "Are you—" I started, angrily perplexed as my mouth flayed. A slight ringing started to play within my ears as my befuddled gaze snapped down to the object that had assaulted me.

"Wha—what the-" I stammered. Fluttering away the tears that lined my eyes. I didn't know where I wanted my arms to be as they moved about.

"Are you kidding me?!" I snapped, nostrils flaring at the thick and heavy-looking box that laid on the floor.

It was black, with a printed image of pale arms holding a bright red apple. The bold, white lettering spelt: TWILIGHT THE COMPLETE SERIES.

Lifting my head, I peered up to the highest shelf that was overflowing with boxsets. My voice was caught in the foot of my mouth as I gapped.

'Seriously!?' I shouted in my head, the fact that someone had the ingenious idea to stack all the box-sets up high was a special kind of stupid.

My fingers came to graze the forming knot on my head. It was like touching fire as I breathed a sharp breath in.

"Fuck, that stings." Wincing I reluctantly brought my hand down as I looked towards the ladder.

'Hm, he must've left it to make room for the new shipment.' I mused, it was already set up and left open by most likely Caleb. It was left beside a shelf that had an unusual empty space. Cleared from any books and toys.

Taking the ladder, I shifted it across the floor. Moving it closer towards the tower of unopen boxes. My gaze flicked about the cramp storage room.

'Now to find those blasted cutters.' I groaned. The razor was never where you'd expect it to be.

Going about the small space, it honestly took me longer than I'd like to admit into finding the box cutters. The yellow safety cover did nothing to help in finding the thing.

My head continued to hurt, blooming into a headache as the bump sent burning waves of heated pain. The ringing in my ears continued to sound as I shuffled towards the ladder. Pulling myself up the narrow steps; only to pause as I fluttered my eyes.

My lips pulled into a frown of confusion as I slightly shook my head.

"Dude... am-am I seeing double?" I mumbled thanks to the safety cutters that were clamped between my teeth. Questioning such a thing as I honestly couldn't tell; placing my palm to my forehead. It did little to help as closed my eyes.

'Maybe... I should probably stop.' Contemplating the option, I sighed. 'After this, I'll let Caleb know I may need to go home.' I stated, more to myself as I continued to climb the limited steps.

It wasn't long until my head was level with the flat top of the carboard box. Slipping out the razor, I ran the sharp blade across the tape. Parting it down the middle, I returned the cutter back between my lips.

I paused—my vision only becoming worse as things were melting and moulding together, splitting in two and overlapping each other.

Gulping, a shiver ran down my spine as I tried levelling my breathing. It felt like I was on a boat, swaying back and forth and side to side—spinning out of control. It was dizzying and nauseating.

"Come on, you can do this." I slowly spoke to myself. Encouraging and making it a fact as I pulled open the flaps.

My shaky gaze spotted the tightly packed collection of books that were contained within. My eyes rolled to the floor; the back of my eyeballs pulsed.

'Now the hard part,' my fingers curled around the edge of the ladder. I started to lean off to the side, running the blade down the corners of the box. Scoring it as I paused halfway; stuffing the safety blade into my mouth.

I yanked the cut edge down as the sudden movement had the ladder tipping.

Gasping I threw myself into the metal—clinging to it, desperate to force it to leave out. But I couldn't as I came crashing down to the floor.

PROLOGUE : Part 2 of 4

PART ONE : PART TWO :

[partyinthemysterymachine]

hello, everyone. this will be my first and only time i will be publicly addressing this. i am not answering questions about this, and for the first time ever, i am also disallowing anons.

first of all, i want to say that i've chosen to address this now out of my own volition. because i do not find it fair at all that i have felt that i could NOT address it at any point in order to maintain peace and harmony during, and in the wake of the event.

however, i feel that due to the nature of what happened, and the absolute damage that it has done to my mental health, that i must, in order to further my own recovery from it all, and as so no longer feel bullied into silence.

there will be no names mentioned. this is not a vaguepost. this is my formal statement for my own peace of mind and progressing on my path towards recovery.

if you know, you know; and if you don't, you don't.

so.

let's talk.

throughout this past year i have been the target of a smear campaign concerning GOOMT. it actually began late 2022, but escalated long into 2023.

what entailed was nothing short of bad faith reading and interpretation from someone whose skill in character analysis was something i'd admired. in fact, i had agreed many a time with how they'd interpreted characters and the world of Silent Hill. although my interaction with said person had historically been minimal, it had been civil, and i strived to be respectful of them.

i am unfortunately unsure of what caused this, or why it happened at all; and i do not think they know either. what i do know is that many upon many lies were told about what i write, and that it turned needlessly personal on many occasions. people were turned against me for one reason another, and i'm saddened to have seen this happen.

i stayed quiet during it all. i did what many people facing ruthless targeted harassment do, and pretended i didn't know in hopes of minimizing damage, and in hopes of responsible parties losing interest; but this did not happen. i was sent bad faith anons, i was subject to lies, and saw hypocrisy.

and i understood who they were and why they were here. they were looking for "gotcha's!" that didn't exist, digging for reasons to further vilify me.

worse, the bullying was praised. it was encouraged, and it was near-constant. a whole tag was created. the intent was to hurt and isolate me, and it did. it did hurt me, and it did make me feel isolated, and i withdrew quite a bit.

but i did not stop writing. it took longer for me to post, but i did not stop writing.

and moreover?

i REFUSE to stop writing.

i write a fanfic for a fandom i love. i am as how you see me and how i present myself. i'm enthusiastic and encouraging to others because that is genuinely how i feel. i LOVE to see others create. i LOVE to see the vast amount of interpretations, and silliness, and new OCs and pairings and OC/canon pairings, and i LOVE to see others thrive.

and i am in competition with exactly no one.

i did nothing wrong. i KNOW i did nothing wrong. i also know that those involved know that i did nothing wrong, and i did nothing to deserve the treatment i received, no matter how they try to justify it to themselves.

the behavior i faced, and how others reacted with encouragement and cheer is becoming too common and too normalized.

and it needs to stop.

i've been in therapy for the better part of my life. although i've been without a therapist since i've moved, i've finally found one to not only continue my lifelong recovery in other matters, but to help myself recover from what i faced this year.

i am extremely hurt. i know that this was the goal, and it has succeeded. if hearing this fills those involved with pride and glee, then something is wrong, because that should not elicit that reaction. i am extremely, deeply disappointed in those involved for this, and all the hypocrisy, and all the contradictions, and all the willful bad faith asks sent and posts made.

and i have done nothing wrong.

i do not hate anyone. i do not hate who started this, or even who engaged with them; and i never did.

it is okay if someone doesn't like what or how i write. in fact, i have made multiple posts about how i view my attitude towards my writing. one of the points i have made is that i encourage people who do not like what i write, to NOT read it.

there is a very old saying on fandom internet: Don't Like? Don't Read. now, this should be obvious, but the practice of hate-reading is an extremely unhealthy behavior that has, again, become unfortunately normalized in the recent handful of years.

unlearn hate-reading. you do not read to read anything you do not like. it, in many cases, can actually constitute as self-harm. and if you choose to do this, it is not the author's fault.

it is yours. and you need to take responsibility for your own actions.

there are people here who were needlessly cruel to me and who i feel do not feel a lick of remorse for what they've done. i hope some day that they can reflect with a clearer head and understand, and take some responsibility for their actions.

and i genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, with full raw sincerity, hope that they do get to heal; that they do learn and grow; that they UNlearn these toxic behaviors; are able to move away from people who exhibit them; find the courage and strength to stand up for themselves and/or others, to end the cycle; and that they understand that i do not hate them, and that i wish them full success in their future health and endeavors.

that said, i hope all involved will never forget the harm they have done. i hope they cringe. i hope it keeps them up at night, and i dearly hope they actually regret their actions, or at some point come to regret it.

i do not hate any one of them, and i won't. i never will.

and never will anyone involved ever be forgiven for it either.

most of all - and on a much lighter note - i want to say thank you to those who supported me during this time. your patience and reassurance has been a saving grace that words unfortunately cannot do justice. you are precious to me, and i love you all, and i hope that i can be just as strong and supportive to you in your times of need.

thank you too to all my readers, my followers, and my friends. i'm sorry to have been largely absent this past year, but this was the reason why. next year it will be better, not just for me, but for all of us. i promise. i love you all.

i also love me, my art, my writing as a whole, and myself. i am a tough cookie. i may have cried a lot, i may have gotten frustrated and angry, but i am human. i'm allowed to feel this way, and i will feel this way for a while as i heal, yet i refuse to be bitter; and i refuse to stop loving what i do.

because i love GOOMT. i love developing GOOMT, i love drawing for GOOMT, and i love writing GOOMT. i always will love GOOMT, no matter how many years more it takes for me to write it. so thank you to all who have read and enjoyed GOOMT, and have matched my enthusiasm for it and its future. i am so, SO blessed to have you here, and i am SO excited to spin my story.

and i am so, SO glad to be alive to be able to share my piece of this silly foggy world with you.

cheers, mates. i look forward to a new year, better health for me and all, and to what beautiful things we can create and share together.

i love you - and i promise that we will be okay.

for we are alive, and with wounds that WILL heal.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Joining The Rosencruetz Orden And Gaining The Attention Of Isaak

Isaak Fernand Von Kampfer X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Word Count: 800

Requested by @rredpantss

(A/N:) Okay I had fun with this one and I hope it's everything you were hoping for! I wish they had explored Isaak's character more as he's such an interesting character! It was really fun to write him and I'm so glad to contribute to the Trinity Blood fandom once more! Thank you so much for your request! I love having new ideas to write from my readers and I hope you enjoy it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Joining the Rosencruetz Orden was a decision that you never took lightly. You were tired of not being able to make a difference and when a dark haired man appeared before you. Offering you a chance to find everything you had been seeking, it didn't take much convincing for you to take his hand. That's when you felt like your life truly began. Though you didn't get along with some of the members, it didn't take you long to make a name for yourself, much to the glee of Isaak who had found you that fateful day. The more you succeeded in missions, the more he found you worthy of his time. He always seemed to have eyes watching you, awaiting your success to where he would congratulate you personally. While he intrigued you greatly, there was a small part of you that remained leery. Underneath that charismatic and polite exterior lurked a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. You didn't think too hard about such things as you had bigger things to worry about.

But as time passed by, Isaak found himself looking to you more and more. He had his own games to play, but life wasn't very fun when you didn't have a partner to play with. That's one of the main things that had lead him to you all those years ago. Not only were you looking for an out, he was looking for someone who he could rely on. And whether it was fate or intuition, it plopped you right into his clutches and he couldn't be happier. Though he wasn't planning on taking advantage of you, he wanted this to be a give and take relationship.

Isaak stood before you, a grin pulling at his lips while his jet black eyes seemed to penetrate deep into your soul. It was a shock and you found yourself flushing from his gaze but you shook your head, trying to regain your bearings.

"Excuse me sir," you asked once more. Certain that you had misunderstood him.

Isaak carefully took your hand, his gloved fingers wrapping around yours as he stepped in closer.

"I would like you by my side, not as my assistant but something more. You have vision and gumption. You know what you want, my dear and I like that about you. You have not disappointed me in all this time and I can't say the same about your co-workers."

His voice as silken as the long black hair that brushed against your arm, as Isaak continued to get closer. You should have been afraid, you should have ripped away and ran in the opposite direction. But you couldn't. He hadn't done anything but be there for you, and to some degree you suspected that it was manipulative but despite that feeling, you knew he was mostly being genuine. The Rosencreutz had a plan and you wanted to be a part of it. Especially if that meant being by Isaak's side. He cupped your cheek, leaning in to place his forehead against yours. Your breath hitched as his thumb caressed your cheek in tender strokes.

"Stand by my side," he whispered. "I will give you all you could ever want."

"All I ever wanted was to make a difference," you replied, your voice surprisingly steady with the handsome man before you so close.

He chuckled deeply, "And you will. You have."

"Why me?"

"Because I knew from the day I chose you, you were special. Everything I was looking for and the further you go, you exceed my expectations. You're perfect in every way and I will give anything to make you truly mine."

You sensed no lie, the honesty mirroring back to you in his dark eyes.

You nodded, placing your hands over his, "Okay."

Relief flooded Isaak and in his overwhelming emotions, kissed you deeply. He felt as if his legs would collapse at any moment. If you had refused he didn't know how he could continue on. You had made yourself a big part of him, he never realized how much until this moment. And it was time he had someone to rule by his side and he couldn't choose better than you. If he hadn't been motivated before of getting what he wanted, the warmth of your hand wrapped in his was motivation enough. As you walked by his side looking toward the future and what it would hold for you as you took your place by Isaak Fernand Von Kampfer's side and you refused to move to anyone. This was your place and you finally realized he was your home. It was time to become who you were meant to be and Isaak would make sure that happened, not matter the cost.

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

Controversial Character Tournament Round 2: Blaine Anderson from Glee vs Barok Van Zieks from The Great Ace Attorney

(remember that these characters are fictional and your fellow tumblr users are real. i will block you if you harass others in the notes, please consider sending your unhinged harassment to my inbox instead)

Propaganda under the cut, may contain spoilers:

Blaine Anderson:

LOVE: - "you know that post that's like "fandom will call a character evil and immature and then the character is just 15 yo" because that's what happens with blaine. he's just a sweet but socially inept kid with a lot of insecurities who's trying his best. compared to most glee characters he hasn't done anything wrong in his life. and yes he cheated on his boyfriend that one time, but he was super depressed afterwards (also this is glee literally every character has cheated and none have suffered as most as blaine because of it). in conclusion he's just a silly goose. my little princess <3"

HATE: (tumblr will not let me format this one bc its too long)

"A lot of people say he's the male Rachel Berry, and while I think that is absolutely a true statement, I actually don't mind his personality all that much. Literally everyone in Glee has a personality that ranges from inconsistent to downright horrendeus, so instead of talking about what he's like, here's some things he canonically does (buckle up, this'll be long): In season 2, when we first meet him, he's the leader of his school's showchoir. (redflag no.1/j) This gives him the freedom and authoritity to do a lot of stuff- not all bad, but he does serenade a closeted guy he doesn't know all that well, who works in costumer service AT HIS WORKPLACE, with a song about sex toys. (The guy in question ends up getting fired of course). He also gives some pretty hypocritical advice to his love interest, Kurt, about how he should try to blend in (hypocritical, cuz Blaine does the opposite and he's thriving under the attention), and he asks some insesitive questions, but those are all pretty excusable, or at least standard for Glee. In s3, him and Kurt are boyfriends, and he transitions school for him, which we could absolutely count as a decent thing, however it all kinda sours when he gets the part of Tony in the school's production of West side story. Why is this important? Kurt is a senior, and the performing arts university he's applying for is really competitive, so he needs all the extra curriculars and theatre experiance he can get. He asks Blaine to not aidition for Tony- which he agrees to- than promptly goes against that by singing one of Tony's songs at audition. He then gets offfered the role, doesn't turn it down, tells Kurt he should be happy for him, and honestly, BY GLEE STANDARDS, this is also pretty chill. Meanwhile: enter Sebastian Smythe, another contraversial character, who's now the new captain of Blaine's former showchoir, and who decides that either 1. Blaine is hot 2. Gonna use Blaine as an informat (His reasons are unclear tbh) Either way, he starts flirting with Blaine, who does end up rejecting his advances and telling him he's taken (though much later than it's probably ethical, idk tho, I'm aro). He (Blaine) really enjoys the attention though, so they end up keeping in touch. (Important for later.) Back to our main plot though; Blaime doesn't have sexual chemistry with his co-star, so the director tells him to lose his virginity (yes, you heared that right, it is fucked up). So he tries to sleep with Kurt, who of course, doesn't know that his boyfriend's sudden interest in him is due to directoral instructions. And then probably the most contraversial Blaine scene happens- see, Blaine, Kurt, and Sebastian (who Kurt hates with passion) end up going to this gaybar. Blaime gets drunk (though he only drinks one beer on screen, so we don't exactly know how drunk), and tries to sleep with Kurt in the parking lot. Kurt is visibly upset, and tells him no multiple times. Blaime doesn't oblige, and Kurt ends up shouting at him, which Blaine...doesn't take well, and blames Kurt, then leaves by foot. (They end up having sex by the end of this episode btw. No, Kurt still doesn't know about the directoral instructions. Whether he does it out of love or fear that Blaine will leave him is unclear) So we already know these two are not very good at boundries and communication, but the writers say they're "soulmates" so apperantly it's okay? Anyway, this all culminates in cheating incident no.1, where Kurt meets a guy whom he shares similar interests with, and who gives him some very cheesy compliements. They exchange numbers, and text a lot. Blaine doesn't like this. He checks their texts in secret, and then sings a song in front of the entire Glee club about how he's being cheated on, to humiliate Kurt.

Kurt insists it's not cheating, giving the example that Blaine's doing the same/used ro do the same with Sebastian. Blaine says "that's different" and they leave it at that. Kurt apologises via song. S4- Kurt moves to New York. Has to work a lot, since rebt is high, and also gets an internship at vague, so he's quite busy. Blaine feels ignored, so he cheats on him with some guy we only see the facebook profile of. They break up. S5- Blaine has a crush in this other guy, Sam. (He's been trying to get Kurt back, so him moving on is a big deal). Except gay marrige gets legalized, and Blaine decides to propose to Kurt. So he gets back together with him, then bot a week later he arranges a huge public proposal where it'd honestly just be plain emberassing to say no, but dontcha worry, because Kurt accepts. They move to New York together. Blaine becomes insecure, because Kurt gets ripped thanks to his fencing lessons, meanwhile he lrts go of himself a bit, enjoying all the fine food New York has to offer. His reaction to this is to try manipulating/tricking Kurt into eating copious amounts of food too. (To be fair, Kurt's reaction to the situation isn't perfect either, but this is not about him, their actions can co-exist without one of them necessarily having to be "the right one") S6- Kurt breaks up with Blaine. Blaine ends up going back to Ohio, and dating the guy who bullied, non-consensually kissed, than threatened to kill Kurt. (The guy did have a redemption arc, but I still dunno how to feel) You might be wondering- "wow, this was so lpng and extensive", and you'd be right but also this was mostly romantic relationship centric. There's also a lot of stuff Blaine says to his friends that make me question my sanity, but this is Glee, so that's every character in basically every episode. What makes me hate Blaine isn't even JUST all this- it's the fact that in universe, he almost never gets called-out, people take his side, it's as if the writers are condoning his actions, and I Don't Like That. I'm all for liking morally grey, or even morally dispicable characters, as long as their actions don't get excused. Hell, I started out just mildly disliking Blaine, but a lot of people paint him as innocent and pure, and that didn't feel right. Then I was ready to like him BECUASE of his questionable morality- but turns out, the guy doean't have much else going on besides this. His personality is almost the same as Rachel, except Rachel's more...full? If that makes sense? Blaine is just...bland. And inconsistent, and boring, and I just Do Not Like Him At All."

Baron Van Zieks:

LOVE: - "man's 6'4", british, looks like a vampire, took a mental health break for 5 years thanks to the dead bodies that cropped up after he lost in court, and is uhhhhhh kinda racist which is a key part of his character. the explanation for it is divisive but he does grow as a character eventually?? i think he's fun. there's a bonus case exclusive to the 3DS version of the games where he mentions he was almost poisoned in one of the first cases he ever handled. he objects with his leg. he brings wine into court but rarely drinks it. he has bats in his office. we have no idea where the scar on his face came from. his voice actor did a subway commercial. i think he wants to believe he is the sane one in the courtroom but that title belongs to the 16 year old judicial assistant for the defense." - "I love to hate him tbh!!! He's a complex interesting character tied up in things outside of his control and being used by the antagonist to hurt people, isolated due to his grief and rumors from the public. He also sucks SO fucking bad and I want to punch him. Lovingly. But I love him I promise."

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Since there's been a huge influx of new people I thought I'd do an official welcome page! Hi, I'm SO (or you can call me Pam). :)

I'm terrible at 'about me's -- I'm old enough to remember all of the 90s, live in a place that looks like your hand, and run a bookstore for a living (which is not as glamorous as it sounds, but yes I get a really good deal on books).

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