#don’t blacklist me ho

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

year of the dragon 🐉

[ghostwithpants]

Me (13yrs F): *discovers Danny Phantom and begins a life long obsession over this franchise. Had been hoovering up as much content as possible ever since*

Trans!Danny: *EXISTS*

Me (16yrs F) : “oooo ho HO! NO THANK YOU!!! He’s my comfort character and thinking about him being anything other then a cis boy makes me super uncomfortable! …Whelp others are enjoying it, so imma just blacklist is and move on with my life. 😩”

Me (24yrs F): “Seriously why does this makes me so uncomfortable??? I don’t have a problem with literally any other character being hc as trans? I actively support and love the trans community irl so what gives???”

Me (24yrs F): *unblocks the tag and tries to forces myself to consume it because what the fucks my problem*

Me (25yrs F): *has a weird dream where I’m Danny and his life and mine have been mushed together super weirdly but I was born a boy, treated like a boy and woke up feeling all warm and fuzzy because I’d never felt so good in my body before*

Me (25yrs M): “huh that was weird. I wonder what the fuck was that about…”

Me (25yrs M): 👀

Me (25yrs M): “…WAIT WHAT THE FUC-!”

[hariolor]

Bloodshed gives way to more bloodshed. Hatred breeds more hatred. Until all of the violence soaks into the land, carving rivers of blood & no matter how many times it happens, they never learn. Humans are made up of violent, miserable fools. --- LUST THE LASCIVIOUS.

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WARNING : Lust is a villain and will act how she sees & deems fit. She kills with no hesitation & she lacks empathy while also being powerful enough that she continues to live through the decades in disclosure. However, if lust dislikes / distances herself from someone it is not me, lust is simply a muse that is lethal as she is silent.

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UPDATED 04 - 15 - 2024

BASIC.

Be aware that there are extreme triggers such as gore, blood, death idealization, religious themes, blasphemy, sexual themes, and mentions of abuse.

Lust is not kind and can appear callous. That does not mean that the mun feels the same way!

She is strong and the second-oldest homunculus in Father's creation, while she died soon in canon she still played a strong role. Do not undermine her.

ROLEPLAY.

I solely interact and write with my mutuals. I ask you all do not send me anything if we are not mutuals. I will block you.

While Lust’s nature is dark and cruel, there are some topics I refuse to write, and those are: Rape / DubCon / Child Abuse / Child Sexual Abuse / Sexual Abuse.

I will not and never will I write with the n/azis characters as a whole. As a POC, it's horrible to see that and the horrors that came with this inspiration. I will block all n/azi characters on sight.

Long or short role plays are fine. I really am open to either or.

You may continue an ask I have answered if you want, no need to ask me!

I lightly edit my threads, but if you have any trouble reading my reply, do not hesitate to let me know, and I will fix it up.

SHIPPING.

I am selective multiship.

I solely ship with people I know or am comfortable with. Do not force ship.

Lust is demiromantic. It would take time for someone to win her heart, so please have patience. So any bond with them will be hard to build up in some way or another. Just give her time.

I can tell when people follow me solely to ship with Lust and if you continue, I will simply block you.

I do write smut on the dash and discord, but that is solely for close mutuals I am comfortable with.

I only ship and smut with those of legal age.

EXTRA.

While I do not like Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss, I will no longer hold it against multimuses that have muses from said series; I simply will not interact with muses from the series and strictly stay to your other fandom muses for my comfort.

I got diagnosed with epilepsy and would highly appreciate it if you can tag anything flashy or straining to the eyes for me. I blacklist the words “epilepsy / epilepsy warning / flashy” so any of these are fine!

DNI if you interact heavily with theworldio / bigveee or any of Finn’s blogs. I do not want to see him on my dash. Failure to follow this specific rule will result in blocking.

OUT OF CHARACTER.

Hello! My name is Jovis, but Jovi or Nana works too. I use they / them pronouns, since I am genderfluid.

I am thirty years old. If this makes you uncomfortable, you are more than welcomed to block me. I want your comfort out of all things

English is not my mother tongue; I am Mexican and can mess up here and there with writing. I don’t mind my role playing partners correcting anything on my behalf and welcome it!

I am considered disabled as I have several mental health and physical health issues. I ask you all have patience with me on slow days and to understand that I mean no harm by going silent at times

Have fun and hope to interact soon!

[timbarrus]

The New York Times Blacklist

The New York Times investigating itself over its very own blacklist is -- how incestuous does it get. So, when they discover what they already know, the focus will be to rationalize and cover up.

The bottom line is that they do not want to draw attention to the reality that AI is now taking over for comment moderation. Their moderation POV was a dinosaur. They just wanted it out of it because from liability, they know nothing. I own my comments. They just publish them. When it suits them. We are complicit, and then, they fuck me.

Can anyone please just try and see the inequity here. They are very big and very very very busy bees. They don’t want to know anymore if they are doing moderation or if they just want the thing farmed out because it comes with problems containing a lot of heavyweight gravavitas. Like what is their responsibility to speech. Perhaps, they have none. Delete the perhaps.

There is a blacklist and I am on it. Way too far left. They have no idea. I engaged them for a full year. It is stressful dealing with suits period. They do not want to hear the word blacklist. What forms does a blacklist take.

It’s kinda like a ghost. Blacklists walk through walls to make sure nothing and no one escapes the preordained.

A blacklist helps them shape the voice. Blacklists are shape shifters. Your moderators are editors. Editors decide. Even AI editors. Who, how, where, why. Are you here.

We are the gatekeepers and we are here to keep you out. I have heard it so often, I can only seriously laugh. I might wet my pants. I’m putting this post in my book.

People, they are investigating themselves. Again. 

I can’t prove anything. It’s like an exoplanet. Watch the shadows move when spectrocity sees red. Comment moderators cane become explosively angry. They have editorial power but they’re not honest about it because they know PR will deal with the mess of this.

Dealing with the attitude in editorial, it all runs downhill fast. Where comment moderation lives in the prestige fantasy that this is journalism. No. This is why should we publish scum we don’t like such as you.

Ho hum. How many times. How many times. I have heard it all. All. All. They way they constructed it was fine for that time. I could play on Medium. That time is done, too. Begging at the Gates of Beautiful is so yesterday. As readers of the NYT, your responsibility to is not to question the proctor exams in terms of who gets placed where or placed anywhere. But gatekeeping takes a skill set that comment moderators with high school educations can keep the wolves out. Not when the Big Wolves are Big Ideas that might wake up the horses are institutionalized. After you overcome everything they can shoot us down with, you still don’t understand how you alienate even the people who read you because what we get as consumers is managed hubris.

You are us, too.    

It is a mess of their own creation. I do not trust them because they are indifferent and subjective. It’s okay to play subjectivity. Comment moderation is just the first line of artillery and defence. It’s like Nixon’s Enemy List.

We are all on it.

[alyblacklist]

i think it’s definitely just me but the finale to s9 didn’t feel satisfying, nor did it feel like a proper “ending” to liz’s story…i don’t think there really can be an ending, because without liz, there is no blacklist really and what little i watched of s9 proved that to me. i’m assuming s10 will be the last season considering laura and amir are leaving (even though they could make cameos) and i really don’t know what they could do now that would surprise anyone in s10

I'll be surprised if they go past Season 10 and especially when it's pretty clear they are cutting costs by jettisoning cast.

It's not just you. I'm not sure any ending would have satisfied me regarding Liz's death short of a faked death or someone's fever dream. Retconning it to make Marvin the bad guy and try to absolve Red was infuriating. It's really a different show without Liz and not one that I will ever enjoy the same way I loved the first eight seasons. Looking forward to seeing more Ressler and seeing the team face off with some former Blacklisters but otherwise ho-hum. It's going to be a long hiatus.

[dangermousie]

Do you guys have an irrational dislike of an actor for nothing they themselves had done but because of their fandom annoying you?

Because for a long time, I thought I was impervious but then Kim S@n Ho happened.

Now, I have nothing against the man himself - I’ve seen him in a couple of things and he seems a solid enough actor and not hard on the eyes. In fact, I enjoyed him in that weird train police drama with MGY and wouldn’t have minded watching more of him after.

And then St@rt-Up happened. It was a nice fluffy drama I was enjoying without being particularly invested (Song of Youth is a good 2021 equivalent - I’ve watched 26 eps of ther so far and it’s fun and I have zero desire to post about it) but then the fandom happened!!!! And somehow, this low stakes trifle brought out the most rabid kdrama fandom insanity I’ve seen in years! And most of it was crazy fans who were either obsessed with him or his character (it was hard to tell) hating the script and the other actors and people enjoying the script and the other actors, let alone rival shippers who were the devil, apparently.

I wasn’t particularly invested in the characters and not much of a shipper but it all got so toxic, I dropped the drama because it soured me so much. And I decided I couldn’t even look at that man’s face.

And then months later, I got hate from a you-know-who fan for merely mentioning, without naming names, that this show was mediocre and its fandom toxic.

Yeah - that one subset of one drama’s fandom ruined the dude for life for me. I see he has a drama coming out this weekend, one I might normally at least check out especially since I adore the FL and all I feel is annoyance just seeing his face and a reminder I need to blacklist the name. Ugh.

I’ve seen crazier fans so I am not sure why this one annoyed me this much - maybe because that drama itself was so fluffy I couldn’t get the insanity? I don’t know. But blacklist is on, sorry actor dude.

[rpbetter]

"writes dubcon therefore is a freak who should be bullied off the site" ho boy i'm fed up with people acting as if consenting adults writing [insert "problematic" fictional thing here] is the worst thing in the world. seen way too many people justifying harrassment of REAL PEOPLE by "they write thing that triggers me". ok, and? mute the tags or don't follow! "it triggers someone" is not a valid reason to ban a topic. piano music triggers me yet i don't go around demanding everyone stop playing the piano.

Anon, not only is everything you said absolutely valid, but also, thank you for demonstrating that triggers are incredibly varied and as such, we cannot predict everyone's triggers. Making the entire "point" of banning for possible triggers invalidated as hell.

We should be aware of things like the most commonly occurring phobias (things like arachnophobia and coulrophobia that are, additionally, easily triggered by imagery) and tag them. We should be aware of very obvious triggers, that are, again, easily set off by imagery, like blood, eye trauma, and depictions of domestic violence. And we should always read and be aware of our writing partners' stated triggers so that we can tag them appropriately or even decide that it isn't going to work because our muse, canon story, or interests are going to present an unfair situation in this partnership.

But triggers can be highly unusual, as well as activated differently (even at different times) for everyone. I'm not triggered by seeing hotel rooms in pictures or movies, I'm not triggered by writing scenes that take place in them, but I'm triggered to some degree by being in one. It's outrageous oversimplification to act like all triggers are the same, they all display the same way, they're all going to trigger someone on the same basis, everyone's going to react the same to their triggers. There is absolutely no way to prevent 100% of possible triggers for 100% of the population, 100% of the time.

Add to this that way too many people trivialize triggers by throwing around that term to justify the banning of something that makes them uncomfortable or that they take a personal, moral issue with. "I don't like this" and "I'm grossed out by this" and "this makes me feel uncomfortable" is not being triggered. It's just a good way to weaponize the better nature of other people so that they comply.

Most people legitimately do not want to trigger someone, especially if they have triggers and know what it's like. Just like no one wants to be accused of cruelty towards trauma survivors in general, or be designated a pedo, rape apologist, or fascist. They're all things to weaponize in order to isolate, shame, and control. And that's really fucking gross. These are serious, real things that have no business being trivialized to police content, win internet arguments, or garner popularity.

The potential for someone to be triggered isn't a reason to ban anything; we have tags, we have blacklist.

While I'll be the first to say that tumblr's blacklisting can be as shitty as everything else on the site, the primary issue with running into content you don't want to see comes down to two factors: no one tagging/tagging correctly and actively exposing yourself to that content. Going through people's properly done tags and blog warnings about their content in order to "call it out" is actively exposing yourself by choice. You actual walnuts.

Calling people on on their "problematic" content is bringing those topics to the attention of other people. That's the whole point of this gross behavior: look at the freak pedo abuse apologist I found, they write dubcon!! Don't look if you'll be triggered uwu

Buddy, pal, my guy...you just put that on blast for anyone to run across. Maybe their blacklist catches those words in your callout post, maybe it doesn't. Maybe they think you're a safe space because you promote yourself that way, so they click it anyway. Point is, you just willfully and irresponsibly exposed people because it's more important to you to demonize a rando on tumblr RPing something you take issue with. Good job!

Furthermore, dubcon itself is such a hilarious issue to take. Do they realize that isn't always sexual, or? Not? I'm thinking not. Funnily enough, one of the oldest posts I've been working on for this blog is about exactly this topic, the myriad situations that are dubious consent. That doesn't have to be sexual, and neither does it have to be intentionally predatory. You can come up with some amazing character development with a lot of muses in the RPC with dubcon because almost everyone's muse has some manner of trauma that might negate their perception of their own consent...and what do you do then? Is it removing more agency from that muse to shut them down, or is that always the better option? Can you separate your opinion as the mun from your muse's natural reactions? How does this impact the muses involved not just that moment but the next year?

Point is, dubcon isn't always some rapey situation. Even if it was, even if someone is writing it that way, it's literally not your business or your problem.

There's one mutual-in-law on my RP blog that really bothers me. They write things that I find fetishizing, incredibly rapey, all around shit that bothers me. I don't want to see it, some of the things they write makes my damn skin crawl. This person doesn't know it, we certainly don't speak and I don't think they like me very much, but I've repeatedly defended their right, specifically their right as a person with some long-term callouts on them, to write what they want to. I have them blocked and their urls blacklisted so I never have to see my mutual reblogging their threads. It's not a problem because I don't click "show anyway." Why would I, if it genuinely bothers me so much?

That's how you handle things that bother you; you use the tools available to not interact even by accident. Not by launching a morality crusade.

If any of us want to write what we enjoy, we have to allow others that same freedom. It's always a matter of time before this policing grows to include more and more topics, it's been used multiple times to get well-meaning people who don't fall into the general demographics to police queer, BIPOC, and other marginalized groups off of platforms. We've been fortunate in most of the RPC that it implodes on itself before it gets all the way there, but even so, you can see it.

It starts with things that produce a visceral reaction in the great majority of people, positions this with a repeatedly condemned idea presented as solid fact that fiction is reality, and you've got the start of something awful. Today it's something you don't like, maybe even something that triggers you, so you either support it or you quietly allow it to happen. Who needs to write that "freak shit" anyway, can't they just be gross privately? Six months from now, it's something "problematic" that you enjoy like violence that's canon-typical for your muse, or your OTP because they're gay and that's fetishizing, they're cis male and female but one or both is bi and that's bad representation, or they canonically have a rocky relationship so that's romanticizing toxic/abusive relationships.

If you can't care for any other reason, you really should care about how it is going to impact you sooner or later. In an environment like this, you can stay in your space, put warnings on your blog, and tag properly and you're still going to get a callout if the wrong person finds your blog. Just takes a single person with more time, energy, and skewed ideas of justice than they have reading comprehension or common sense.

Again, I cannot encourage people enough to give warnings, but it's difficult to ignore why those warnings are slipping; they're a way to be found, designated as a Problem, and called out. Look, it's another reason why callouts actually make things worse, not better! People put that shit in their rules so you can avoid content, they're being responsible and interested in promoting a safe RPC. Let them do it, damn.

You can't tag everything, and if you've never experienced what a giant series of repetitive tags is like on a screenreader you probably should before you tag seven paragraphs of possible issues. You can tag for visuals, you can tag for the obvious things, and you can tag for what's in the rules you agreed to when you followed/followed back. But you should also warn people that you write "dark topics" on the tin, and expand on that in your rules for specific things like graphic violence, toxic relationships, dubon, and addiction.

That's how responsible adults, not over-aged children, make better decisions about their mental health and general comfort. Not by appointing themselves the watchdogs of the damn RPC, here to protect you whether you want to be or not, find that incredibly insulting or not when you're in one of their categories of people who must be protected, by forcibly banning Problematic Everything. Problematic, of course, being entirely in the eye of the content police.

It's fiction. No one and nothing real was harmed. It's great that you are so invested in the fictional world and people that make you happy, but take a fucking big step back into reality. The real people you're harming with your bullshit had every right to peaceably exist. If what they're writing is triggering to you, stay. away. from. it.

Without any coincidence whatsoever, that's how you get from the base-point of Problematic Material to Problematic Mun. Yeah, it's just fiction, it's just RP, but I also took something out of context OOC or was upset by their tone on their own blog or couldn't exercise the minimal adult logic to remove myself from their presence OOC as well. So, now, you've got OOC behavior being added to the callout, if it wasn't already. Everyone is now ableist, transphobic, racist, and a misogynist because it lends that visceral reaction to the callout and ups the game from just being "y'all so gross you aged up a cartoon character to ship" to "this is REAL and it won't be tolerated! OP is actually a pedophile, they told a sexual joke in a discord server with a minor present and I have the receipts!"

What are the most storied callouts in the entire RPC? I'm absolutely certain the same names came to mind no matter what fandoms you're in, and one of them was "Matt." Another was probably "Ares/Snow". They're all successful and keep being brought up out of the closet anytime people are bored enough because their primary punch is the mun themselves being a predatory threat to the community. The mun is verified to be a bad person. Well, of course, that's got to be repeated, it worked. (Even if it did not, at all, work and only made it harder for people to avoid any of these muns.)

Are there people in the RPC who are legitimately a problem? Absolutely, yes. We're all supposed to be adults, however. Part of being an adult is having and acting upon one's agency. If someone is coercing you into things you are not comfortable with, shut it down. If you have difficulties being certain of those situations, run it by a trusted, honest friend or available, impartial source in the RPC for a second opinion. If you can't handle any manner of confrontation, there really are situations in which it's perfectly alright to block someone without any discussion. It's just the internet, you're in control of your space. Own it.

Minors are a whole other can of fucked up worms I'm not even getting into right now except to say that because a minor exists in a space they were told to stay out of does not mean we ban all topics inappropriate for their consumption.

tl;dr: banning shit doesn't work anyway, the whole idea is predicated upon some incredibly problematic takes IRL, and no, there's no justification for it outside of intense personal problems with one's own importance. That energy would be infinitely better spent volunteering one's time to help real people in crisis or after surviving one, or even oneself in developing some healthier approaches and thought patterns.

[theyearoftheking]

Book Eighty-One: Billy Summers

“Maybe a chilly story needs a chilly writing room, he thinks. It’s as good an explanation as any, since the whole process is a mystery to him, anyway.” 

Well hello there, Constant Readers! Have you missed me and my half-assed reviews of Steve books? 

Crickets. 

I know I’ve promised book reviews, television recaps... all the things. But I’m kind of busy living and enjoying life at the moment, without the need to take notes or screen grabs. That being said, I really did enjoy Billy Summers, and it took me almost a hundred pages to remember how this blogging thing worked. I was supposed to take notes? Dark Tower references? DePere, Wisconsin? Should I remember that for some reason? But don’t worry, it was like riding a bike. This blog is full of all the stuff you’ve come to know and love, as well as SPOILERS!!! So, if you have not finished the book yet, stop reading and come back once you’ve turned the last page.

SPOILERS!!! Consider yourselves adequately warned. 

Billy Summers doesn’t really include anything supernatural, and it’s more suspenseful and plot driven than some of Steve’s other books. In other words, it’s another great recommendation for people who don’t claim they don’t like Stephen King. 

Billy is an assassin who has mastered the art of “dumb like a fox”. 

He’s hired for a new assignment, but something seems off. Billy has been in the assassin game long enough to know when something is foul in the state of Denmark. He doesn’t trust the people who hired him, and he has the distinct impression he’s going to end up as the patsy in the end. But, he plays along as Dave Lockridge, single man and writer. He moves onto a charming street in Midwood (I kept reading this as Midworld... thanks, Steve), makes friends with all the neighbors, and beats all the neighborhood kids at Monopoly on the weekends. This part of the book was so tender, it reminded me a lot of Ted Brautigan and the kids from Hearts in Atlantis. Of all the things Billy later regrets, it’s letting these kids down, and having them trust him when he was obviously so untrustworthy. 

During the day, Billy writes  at his office in Gerald Tower. There’s always a tower, isn’t there? And this tower takes on more significance, because it’s the spot from which Billy is supposed to shoot Joel Allen. Joel is due to be transferred to Midwood, and marched up the steps of the courthouse just like in The Outsider. Constant Readers remember how well that worked out... 

Billy has an assassins creed: he only shoots bad guys. On the scale of bad guys, Joel Allen isn’t quite Ted Bundy, but he’s not Mr. Rodgers either. He had something of a “me too” moment when he accidentally mistook a feminist writer for a sex worker; and there was a gun fight outside of a poker game. It’s enough for Billy to work with. 

Billy is waiting for Joel to be transferred to the Midworld Midwood county lock-up; and he bides his time by actually doing some writing. He covers his tragic childhood (his mom worked in a laundry facility, just like Steve’s mom), and his time in the military. This is where Steve really shines. Billy’s book is written in a childish tone that just WORKS. It’s exactly what you’d expect from a simple-minded assassin. But still waters, friends. As the story goes on, Billy’s voice grows and improves. Well done, Steve, it’s like two books for the price of one.

In between writing, Billy assumes another fake identity (Dalton Smith), and secures a bolt hole to hide out in once his job is complete. Believe it or not, the murder of Joel Allen is such an insignificant part of the book. Billy successfully takes him out, and makes it to his bolt hole undetected. And this is really where the second part of the book starts. 

One rainy night, Billy hears random noises outside his apartment. He looks out the window in time to see a van full of guys dump a female body into a gutter. Billy should have just anonymously called the police... but if he had done that, we wouldn’t have a story. Instead, Billy goes full on Captain Save A Ho, and pulls the young woman from the gutter. It’s clear she had been drugged and assaulted, and she manages to puke all over Billy’s place. 

Neat. 

When Alice wakes up in the morning, she recognizes Billy from the police sketches, but promises not to rat him out for the Joel Allen murder. They form an unlikely friendship that includes watering the neighbor’s plants, watching Blacklist, and Alice reading Billy’s book. Basically, they were sheltering in place before that was even a thing; something Steve jokes about. Eventually, Billy knows he needs to get the rest of his money for the Joel Allen hit, and punish the guys who raped Alice. 

Y’all. I’m still having nightmares over the most creative use of a hand mixer I have ever read. I thought the can-opener in Lisey’s Story was bad... this was worse. But the kind of worse you feel good about, if that makes sense. 

After finding out the name of the guy behind the Joel Allen hit, killing a few bad dudes, and pissing off a bitch named Marge (fucking Marge if you’re nasty), Billy and Alice hunker down in Colorado with Billy’s assassin booking agent, Bucky. 

As soon as Billy and Alice entered Colorado and the town of Sidewinder was mentioned, I knew where we were headed. Yeah buddy, Overlook time! 

Billy takes to writing in a little shack behind Bucky’s house, and inside the shack is a Polaroid picture of the topiary animals at the Overlook. Every time Billy looks at the picture, the animals seem to have shifted. It gives him a cold sense of dread. 

There’s a certain parallel I picked up on in Colorado: Jack Torrance and Billy Summers are both haunted men running away from things. The Overlook was where Jack went to dry out, and work on his writing. He wanted to work on his marriage, and become a better father to Danny. We all know he failed spectacularly. Then, we’ve got Billy. Billy actually gets writing accomplished, and becomes an unlikely father-figure to Alice. Despite having just as much, if not more baggage than Jack, Billy doesn’t let it define him. He acknowledges it, and moves past it. It’s almost like Billy accomplishes what Jack couldn’t. And it took the Overlook burning to the ground for that to happen. 

While we’re on the topic of Billy and Alice, one of the things I love about Steve’s characters is he never forces romance where there doesn’t need to be any. While Billy acknowledges the age gap between him and Alice, nothing untoward ever happens between them. There’s obvious love, but never the romantic kind. Steve is one of the few contemporary writers to get this right. 

The story ends with Billy killing the guy behind Joel’s hit, getting shot by Marge as he leaves the crime scene (fucking Marge), Alice nursing him back to health, and getting him back to Colorado where they all live happily ever after.

I wish.

I wish I had stopped reading twenty-three pages before the book ended, because the actual end was more realistic, but heartbreaking. In reality, fucking Marge shot Billy in the stomach, and he died of an infection in the back of a Walmart parking lot. Fucking Marge indeed. But this was the way the book should have ended. Needed to end. Anything else would have been unrealistic. But damn, I hated to see Billy go out like that. 

There was one Wisconsin reference: after Billy kills Joel Allen, he’s supposed to be transferred to a safe house in De Pere. You know... where Steve lived when he was in a kid.

Other than Gerald Tower, we were also graced with “the world has moved on-” just to remind us that we all follow The Beam. 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 49

Total Dark Tower References: 78

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

Doctor Sleep: A+

The Talisman: A+

Wizard and Glass: A+

11/22/63: A+

Mr. Mercedes: A+

Billy Summers: A+

End of Watch: A+

Under the Dome: A+

Needful Things: A+

On Writing: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Hearts in Atlantis: A+

Full Dark, No Stars: A+

The Outsider: A+

The Bazaar of Bad Dreams: A+

If It Bleeds: A+

Just After Sunset: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

Stephen King Goes to the Movies: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Finders Keepers: A-

Bag of Bones: A-

Duma Key: A-

Black House: A-

The Institute: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

The Dark Tower: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Blaze: B+

Hard Listening: B+

Revival: B+

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Joyland: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

Wolves of the Calla: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Song of Susannah: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Later: B+

From a Buick 8: B

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon: B

Sleeping Beauties: B-

The Colorado Kid: B-

Storm of the Century: B-

Everything’s Eventual: B-

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

The Wind Through the Keyhole: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Cell: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Desperation: C-

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Faithful: D

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Lisey’s Story: D

Christine: D

Dreamcatcher: D

The Regulators: D

The Tommyknockers D

I’m not going to end this with any promises of upcoming posts. That way when I do randomly stumble on here one afternoon, it will be a delight for us all.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

[mandatorycounseling]

Hi mod, why is diopucci blacklisted? Dont get me wrong i am just curious

Okay so, I’m going to give this the benefit of the doubt because a lot of people get their exposure to Pucci through Eyes of Heaven and/or only read part 6 once, so maybe your translation just didn’t mention it but here we go. This will contain some part 6 spoilers, so if this is the case, just read Part 6.

Dio was at LEAST 20 (I dunno how you want to look at coffin years) when he met Pucci, who was 15. 

If you’re one of those people who thinks age gaps aren’t a problem because maybe you’re too young to see the impact they can have on a couple (I used to be with you on that one) allow me to put this in perspective-

He was one year older than Lucy Steel, 

He was the same age as Kakyoin (one year younger when he actually met Dio)

He would have maybe been entering sophomore year of High School

On top of that age- Dio literally convinced Pucci that he was God and had the ability to resurrect his dead sister in a new world he wanted Pucci to help him build under false pretenses.

"But they could have waited until Pucci was 18!”

So- ignoring the plausibility that a fifteen year old church kid who now literally thinks that Dio is God could be groomed by him, which would still not be a good relationship to be in- SDC and Dio’s death happen in 1989, two years after Dio met Pucci, and we know from supplementary materials that they didn’t meet each other in that final year. So, at most, Pucci was 16.

“But Dio still really did care about Pucci and trusted him!”

Where? Was it when he-

Didn’t tell him about his plan to summon the Green Baby? (Pucci had to read it in Jotaro’s memories, so I don’t even know where people pull this one from.)

Gave him a bone from Jonathan’s body, that he obviously didn’t care about because he is seen burning Jonathan's fingers, clawing at his torso, doesn’t bat an eye when a leg gets ripped off.

Didn’t tell him the body wasn’t his? (When Pucci goes to Sports Maxx, he thinks he’s about to summon Dio’s ghost into the room- not Jonathan’s)

Didn’t mention him once in his journal? (If he HAD- Jotaro would have been able to find him. 

Wow- What a caring relationship built on equality and trust!

“Why can’t you just let people ship what they want?”

Keep it out of my inbox!

Also, to those of you still unconvinced, why do you want to ship this so bad? Why are you willing to ignore EVERYTHING ELSE on this post? I’m not saying everyone who ships this is “cancelled,” or that you’re inherently a bad person- Is it because a priest and a vampire is an attractive concept? Because- ho boy- *Looks at my Vamp!Jotaro and Pucci AU* there are ways to get that without supporting such a plainly awful pairing!!!

Is there something I’m missing here???? I don’t see it.

-Mod Razz

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

summertime sadness .8.

deja vu

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: non con 

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader tries to avoid disaster.

Note: Not much to say for this one. Just enjoy. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

💋💋💋

Friday night. You were on the train before six. Loki let you go fairly quickly. He had cum fairly quickly. The remnants were on your blouse, barely concealed by your cardigan. The shadows of the underground flickered through the windows and the noise of the crowd drowned out that in your head.

You walked the half-block to your building. An unexpected figure sat waiting on the step. It was too late to hide. Bucky stood, the pizza box balanced against his chest. He smiled weakly.

"Figured since you've been dodging me, I'd come to you," He said evenly. "And I brought some food to appease you."

"I'm not very hungry." You muttered as you dug around for your keys. "I'm tired."

"Must be. You're home late. Train doesn't take that long." He remarked. "If you don't want a slice, you can keep the leftovers for tomorrow. Or is it me you don't want?"

You sighed as you brushed past him and he followed you into the lobby.

"I just...have a lot on my plate." You said as you unlocked the door. "I don't think it's a good idea to keep this up while I'm..." 

"Fucking your boss?" He ventured. "You think I couldn't guess?"

"Working." You insisted as you stopped in the door. "And what do you care?"

"I don't, really. I'm only curious. It's all so sudden. You know, it wouldn't bother me if--"

"Nothing bothers you," You snapped. 

"So what do you think? You cut off your old ties and chase him into the sunset? You really think he's gonna help you once he's had his fun?"

You flinched. You lowered your eyes and turned away. He kicked his foot in the door before you could close it.

"No, but it will do neither of us any good to carry on like this." You retorted.

He frowned. He looked at the pizza box and picked at the edges with his nails. He nodded. "He knows."

"Yeah," You confirmed meekly. "He knows."

"And so he told you to ditch me? He blackmailing you?"

"I made that decision. To protect both of us."

"Protect us? This could fuck up your whole career."

"Yeah, and if our little affair got out, what do think then? You think they'd keep you on tenure?" You spat.

"I'd find something else. You don't have to play martyr." He argued.

"Sure, maybe you'd survive the fall but what about me? I don't think I'd be able to climb back up."

"Sure you could." 

"I'm on scholarship. And if they didn't kick my ass out of the university, they'd surely pull my funding. And the internship? Loki could have me blacklisted all the way to England." You shook your head. "I don't get to fuck up. Not like you."

"And what about Steve?" He asked.

"What about him?” You sneered. “I think I'll stop while I'm ahead." 

"You can't just cut him off like that." He said.

"I can take care of myself. About time I start." You hissed.

"A little help never hurt anyone." He said.

"Just... I can't right now." You uttered. "I can barely think. I don't sleep. I... please just leave me alone."

Bucky scowled. "You gonna tell him?" 

"When I find the words," You said. "Please don't."

"Yeah, no, you take care of yourself," He shoved the pizza toward you. "And eat something. Just one slice."

"No, I can't."

"Just do me this last favour." He pushed it against you until you took it. "I don't even like feta."

"Thanks." You took the box entirely. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, I'm sorry." He shrugged. "It's as much my fault as yours but... hey, if the fall gets too high, let me know. I'll still be there to catch you if I can."

You gulped and nodded, unable to speak through your tightened throat. You sniffed and finally found your voice.

"Bye." You squeaked.

"See ya," He gave half a wave. "You got my number."

He turned and you watched him go. You backed up slowly until the door shut. The pizza was still warm but the smell turned your stomach. Or maybe it was yourself that made you so sick.

💋

Another week passed. Another agonizing week. The office that was once your naive fantasy had become an all too real nightmare. Loki hovered over you, even when he wasn’t there. He loomed menacingly on your shoulder. His voice in the back of your head.

And Steve. The messages never stopped. You woke to them and fell asleep reading them. Still, you couldn’t think of what to say. He’d give up eventually. You were just some girl he fucked. That’s it. So you left him on read and distracted yourself with your daily torment.

Loki was out of his office that day but it didn’t preclude you from his schedule. As you packed up, your phone vibrated. He was waiting for you outside. You knew exactly why. The same reason he kept you every day. He wanted to try a new toy. Wanted to play with his toy. You responded quickly and dropped your phone in your bag.

The elevator was too fast so you took the stairs. Your steps echoed around the flights and when you reached the bottom, you were out of breath. You stepped out into the lobby and lingered there. Loki’s streetcar was by the curb just outside the doors. His driver kept the window up when you were around.

You took a breath and your heels clicked across the polished floor. You pushed through the door as the rear window of the car slowly declined. Your name tripped you up as it came from your left. You turned to the familiar voice as its owner stepped away from the side of the building.

“Steve?” You gasped. “What are you--”

“Ah, so you remember me?” He asked as he crossed his arms. 

“Steve…”

“I just want an answer. Anything?” He stepped closer. “Just tell me why?”

“I… can’t,” You sucked in your lip nervously. “I gotta go.”

“No, no, you can’t just run away,” He caught your arm before you could flee. “Bucky told me you iced him out too. And I can tell he’s not telling me everything either.”

“Look it’s… complicated.” You sputtered. “Can we-- can we meet later? I’ll tell you then but I really need to go.”

A car door opened and closed. You cringed as the figure in your peripheral neared and the arm snaked around your waist to draw you away from Steve.

“Problem?” Loki asked with a smirk.

Steve scowled and looked between you. “Not yours, buddy.”

“I’d say it was. You’re keeping my date…” His hand dropped and he squeezed your ass. You flinched and looked to the sidewalk. “And we have plans I am most eager for.”

“We’re talking,” Steve said. “Give us a minute.”

“You can keep talking,” Loki taunted as his hand trailed along your spine.

You felt Steve’s eyes on you but couldn’t bring yourself to look up. “Without you.” Steve warned.

“Whatever you have to say to her you can say to me,” Loki argued. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. Seems she has a certain taste.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was into assholes,” Steve scoffed. 

Loki chuckled. “Look, gramps, can we get this over with?”

“Oh, we can end this,” Steve stepped up to Loki. “You just gotta walk away.”

Loki rescinded his arm and met Steve in kind. “Doesn’t look like she wants to talk.”

“I didn’t ask you.” 

“Well, let’s talk then.” Loki taunted. “You see, me and your midlife crisis have been having quite the time and we’re running behind.”

“Don’t,” Steve bristled.

“And I hear… rather I know,” Loki lowered his voice, “She loves it from behind.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Steve growled.

“You must know? Or maybe you’re the old missionary hero, yeah? How long does that little blue pill keep you going?”

“Stop.” Steve’s tone drew your eyes up at last.

“It’s all me. No enhancement.” Loki continued. “And oh, does she love it. You should hear her, begging for it as I--”

Loki stumbled back suddenly as Steve’s fist flew up. You exclaimed and backed away as Loki barely stayed on his feet. Steve reeled back again and you caught his arm before he could grab your boss by his scruff. 

“Steve,” You pleaded. “Leave him alone.”

He looked at you then to Loki cradling his bloody nose. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

“No, I don’t think she is,” Loki said as he sniffed back the blood. 

“Oh ho, well you can stop me from taking her,” Steve flexed his fingers. 

“Steve!” You snapped. “Enough. Both of you.”

Loki narrowed his eyes as he pushed his knuckle to his nose to stem the bleeding. He nodded and glared at the other man. “Fine. Get him out of here before I’m inclined to return the favour.” He barked. “But I expect you at eight. Sharp.”

“Alright, okay,” You appeased as you clung to Steve’s arm; he was still tense and ready to pounce again. “Just go.”

He pinched his nose and grimaced. He turned and strutted over to his town car. He sent one last snarl your way as he opened the door. As his door snapped shut and the car drew away, you let out a shaky breath. You looked up at Steve and his eyes met yours.

“We need to talk,” He said.

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I think we do.”

💋

Your apartment was quiet. A thick silence that settled in your chest. You closed the freezer and grabbed a cloth from your drawer. You wrapped up the ice pack as you neared Steve and sat beside him on the end of the bed. You took his large hand and pressed the cool bundle to it. He hissed, his knuckles swollen and red.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” You said.

“I couldn’t help myself,” He let you cradle his hand. “I can’t believe you’re fucking that guy.”

“Yeah? Or you can’t believe I’m not fucking you?” You challenged.

He frowned and looked away. “Maybe both.” He admitted. “But why him?”

You let out a long breath. You looked to your feet and shifted on the bed. “Because… he could take everything from me.”

“He…” His brow creased. “He’s blackmailing you?”

“Just like you.” You shook your head. “Same tricks, only better.”

“I--” He began. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You still got that video?” You asked.

He hung his head guiltily. He didn’t need to say so.

“It’s all gotten out of control and the only thing I can do is let the mess drown me,” You grumbled. “All I have to do is get through the summer.”

He drew his hand away and leaned away from you as he dug in his pocket with his uninjured hand. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He opened his gallery and scrolled through until he found the video. He handed it over.

“Delete it.” He said. “I shouldn’t have ever taken it. I shouldn’t have…” 

You took the phone as his voice died. You watched yourself undressing by the hot tub. It felt so long ago. You hit the trash can icon and hovered your finger over ‘yes’. You sniffed and pressed down. The video disappeared.

“So, does that make everything right?” You scoffed.

“Not even close,” He said. “I don’t think anything will. I realise that now.”

“Yeah, no going back,” You muttered.

“I’m sorry. I know it probably means nothing, but I am.”

“Loki… isn’t your fault.”

“No, he isn’t but… I still hurt you. I used you and I knew what I was doing but I did it anyway.” He stretched his bruised fingers and hissed. “I wish I could punch myself.”

“I know what you mean,” You leaned against him. 

“You can punch me.” He said.

“No, I meant me,” You shook your head and placed his phone beside him. “Thank you for apologizing.”

“Least I could do.” 

He let you take his hand again and exhaled as you put the ice to it. You stared at his phone as you thought. You raised your head and looked him in the eye. 

“Thank you!” You chimed.

“For what?” He blinked. 

“I think I figured it out.” You breathed. 

“Figured it out?” He wondered.

“First,” You grinned as the pieces fell together in your mind. “I gotta meet Loki at eight.”

[star--nymph]

Hey Ho, Yo (About)

Hey, nerds, welcome to my blog!

I’m Kat or Star depending on your flavor (formally star--nymph over on this blog). I’m 31, queer (she/her), white and I’m a graduate student getting my masters in Library Science. I’m also an artist and a writer. Here are some facts about me in cause you’re curious:

I have an art tag and writing tag, though I’m slow with updating. I also have an AO3.

I have many ocs but my favorite and definitely my hyperfocus is Eurydice Lavellan. I would die for this elf.

Her tags are Eurydice Lavellan (also her old blog tag) and Cullydice.

I also have an original story I’m working on that you’ll see the ocs of very often.

Main Tag- Godkiller//Deity

Character Tags: Kassandra Rosales, Artemis, Blaine Storms, Asha Rosales, Dolly

This blog is NSFW but I don’t tend to actually do much NSFW stuff in general. If I do, it’s tagged under ‘lemon’ so blacklist that if you like.

I don’t do character hate and/or bashing. Privately, fine, but on this blog? Nope. That said I might occasionally post character critical stuff: if that’s the case it will be tagged with ‘[character name] critical’.  

I do not condone any racism (this includes whitewashing, fetishizing, or violently attacking characters of colors). If I catch any of that shit, you will be blocked without question.

I also do not condone any queerphobia, transphobia, sexism, antisemitism, islamphobia, ableism, or any other ‘isms’ that actively hurt people. Fuck off.

I don’t like fighting and I sure hate doing it in an capacity in public. I would much rather have a conversation in private than ever doing it in public, so if you have an issue with me I implore you to reach out to me in private.

Some of the current interests you may see on here is: Dragon Age, Sailor Moon, Last Unicorn, Fashion, Disney, Skyrim, History, Avatar the Last Airbender, Musicals, Art, Film, Folklore/Myth/Fairytales, anime, the Sims, and etc.

I loooooooooooooooooove fairytales and folklore a lot and you will see me scream about them, so be prepared.

Yes, I love Cullen and romanced him. No, I am not a cullenite and no, I do not support his shitty VA. I love talking about Cullen critically and also lovingly and while I think his arc could have been better, I still like it, whoops.

I also really love Vivienne, Josephine, Fenris, Varric, Iron Bull, and Alistair. 

If I have done or said something that bothers you, please feel free to talk to me. I always want to change and make my blog a safe space.

In Conclusion:

[arolla-pine]

Happily Ever After

@adrinetteapril

Day 20: Photoshoot

A/N: This is what could have happened after “Troublemaker”, where Adrien invited Marinette for photoshoots (the locker room scene ;-) )

Marinette sat on a bench and felt so nervous… Adrien had invited her to take part in his photoshoots and today was the day it was to happen. They were to meet in the park, from where he would take her to a photo session. She wasn’t nervous because she’d never seen Adrien’s photoshoot. She was nervous because for the first time she was supposed to be on it officially, not in secret…

“Hey!” Adrien greeted her with a wide smile. “Ready for a very boring afternoon?”

“Su-sure!” she stuttered and jumped up from the bench.

“So, let’s go, I'll show you the way.” He reached out his hand and she could barely control her hand from trembling when she gave it to him. “But I warn you, it really will be boring.”

“You know, if I’m going to associate my life with it, it may be better to get used to it.” She muttered under her breath, and Adrien gave her an amused look.

“Are you really going to associate your life with it?” he asked with the same knowing smile, with which he’d asked in the locker room whether she was lying. Marinette immediately blushed.

“You-you know… I’d like to work in fa-fashion…” she stammered.

“Oh, right.” He nodded, again with that amused look. “I hope I won’t ruin your plans.”

Marinette didn’t know what to answer. She didn’t quite understand where this sudden change in Adrien's behaviour came from. After all, it was impossible that Jagged Stone's revelations were the reason of that! After all, Adrien “bought” her explanation that these photos were hanging because she was interested in fashion. And yet he behaved with her as if he hadn’t. And he kept holding her hand all the time. She wasn’t sure whether he did it on purpose or rather unconsciously. She walked next to him, dazed, and the more she thought about it, the more she was in a mess.

She knew that her current state of mind could lead to a catastrophe in which ruining her reputation would only be a detail. To call herself to order, she decided to concentrate on the afternoon with Adrien like on a task. Yes, she had to treat it as Ladybug.

After a short walk, during which they didn’t talk at all, they finally reached the place that the photographer had chosen for a photoshoot. It wasn’t particularly picturesque – just the Seine embankment. Under the bridge. Marinette looked around surprised. What photo session could take place somewhere like here? And where was she supposed to sit at this time? On a dirty wall that stank so much that she wouldn’t like even to come closer?

Adrien grabbed her hand more firmly and, in a mysterious way, suddenly turned her toward himself so that they stood face to face, and she completely forgot her ideas to control the situation. Blood began to throb at her temples, not helping in focusing. ‘Reputation! Save your reputation, Marinette!’

“I told you it would be boring.” Adrien sighed. “But I’ll try not to let it last long.”

“Don’t worry, I'll see ho-how it loo-looks like.” She tried to sound as being at ease.

“Young lady will leave the take!” The photographer yelled.

“The lady must sit down somewhere.” Adrien replied calmly, winking at Marinette. “There's a bench over there.” He whispered in her ear, and she felt a tingle on her neck. She really felt totally confused.

“Mmmm.” She murmured and left toward the bench.

She didn’t notice the half-smile that Adrien had with his eyes. When she sat comfortably on the bench, he turned into his professional appearance and focused on the photographer's orders, as if he really wanted to quickly finish the photo session.

She watched him with interest. Finally, she could do it openly, without hiding behind walls or trees in the park. She also didn’t have Alya around, who would always whisper in her ear that she should approach Adrien and talk to him.

From time to time, she caught Adrien's gaze, and although at the beginning she felt embarrassed at such moments, after some time she got used to it and simply smiled at him in response. The session was so long that they developed non-verbal communication, exchanging more and more information without words – with their eyes or face expression. Marinette felt more and more comfortable and was more and more amused. For a moment she felt almost as if she had a similar thread of understanding between them that she had with only one boy – Cat Noir. Only with him she could communicate without words. Well, but after so many fights and jokes couldn’t be otherwise. Now she suddenly discovered that such a way of communication would work with someone else.

“Please, tell me you have something to eat in this purse…” Adrien sighed as the photographer released him for a moment. He sat down to Marinette and looked with curiosity at her purse.

She blushed. She would never open this purse in front of him! He couldn’t see Tikki!

“I could take nothing more than five macaroons in this purse.” she replied, shaking her head. “But don’t worry I have something…” she added after a while with a smile and reached for a brown bag of snacks, which she had packed in her parents’ bakery.

“You’re saving my life!” he grinned at her, and she – for the first time in her life – didn’t start to stutter, only smiled in return. “Quick before they will look!”

He ate the entire croissant before the photographer realised that something forbidden was smuggled for the photoshoot.

“No, no, no! No fats! Nor carbohydrates!”

“It's best to drink water and die of hunger…�� Adrien whispered, and Marinette giggled. “Thank you, Marinette. From now on you are a regular part of my photo sessions.”

“When they find out I'm feeding you, I'll be blacklisted and with a restraining order.” she replied jokingly.

“I’ll never allow it.” he whispered, looking deeply into her eyes, and she ran out of her breath.

When did it happen? And how? A few days ago, he’d confessed the love to Ladybug, and now… Actually, she didn’t know what was happening now. But Adrien was certainly behaving differently than usual. And she completely didn’t understand it.

* * *

The photo session lasted almost until the evening. Marinette could barely suppress yawning and couldn’t marvel at Adrien's endurance. Darkness fell much faster as dark clouds came over Paris, and at the least appropriate moment it began raining, flooding all the photographic equipment placed on the Seine embankment.

Adrien rushed to help the photographer, trying to hide as much valuable equipment under the bridge as possible, when suddenly he felt the great hand of his bodyguard caught him and led him to the car. Adrien hadn’t cooled down yet and almost started the argument with the driver that he had left Marinette alone when he saw her next to him in the car. Water dripped from her hair and even from her eyelashes. She stared at him in amazement. Everything happened so fast.

Before they realised what was happening, the car was already approaching the Agreste’s manor. The bodyguard escorted them both to Adrien's room unceremoniously, then locked the door behind them and stood guard. As usual. Even though water dripped from him as well.

“You're soaked.” Adrien pointed out. “I'll try to find something dry to dress for you.”

“N-no, no ne-eed…” Marinette stuttered.

“And you must drink something warm.” Adrien ignored her words.

He went quickly to the bathroom and after a while returned with a big towel. Marinette's hands were shaking – this time because of the cold – that she couldn’t wipe her head, so Adrien took the towel from her and carefully began to wipe her head from the water, then wrapped the towel around her.

“You're wet too.” She whispered.

“I'm used to rain.” he rubbed himself with the other towel. “Not such things happen. Sometimes I have a photo session in a total wasteland and there is nowhere to hide. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll find some dry clothes for you!”

Marinette approached to the couch and sat on the very edge of it. She was still dripping with water, but Adrien's towel absorbed most of water. A moment later, Adrien came back with a tray with two cups of something hot.

“I'm not saying that you have to drink everything, but at the beginning take even a sip. And then you have to change.”

“And y-you?” She asked, tamely taking a sip of hot chocolate.

“Ladies first.” He answered with a smile, then took her hand and led her to the bathroom. “Don’t worry about me. Scream if you need anything.” He squeezed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. And he left.

At the beginning, Marinette didn’t notice anything unusual in that what had just happened. After all, a few days ago she was here on a date with Adrien, during which they kissed and more than once. It took her a moment to realise that she wasn’t Ladybug now. She was herself here.

Suddenly she decided that there was no option to ever leave the bathroom. Then she heard the noise in Adrien's room. Carefully, she opened the door and her heart sank. Adrien was sitting terrified on the couch, and there was a black and white super-villain above him with a camera with a huge flashlight. She closed the door and whispered:

“Tikki, spots on!”

After a moment she jumped in through the open window into the room as Ladybug. The super-villain turned to her with a menacing smile and aimed the camera at her.

“Watch out!” Adrien shouted.

“You can’t escape, a little red insect!” the super-villain said slowly. “Soon we’ll see you in the negative!”

“Who are you, black-and-white-freak?” Ladybug answered back, running on the mezzanine.

She noticed that everything that her opponent hit with his flashlight changed the colours to the opposite, as if he indeed turned them into a negative.

“I'm Negative. I turn white into black. What's good, I change into bad.”

“Useful function.” she joked. “You should try to take a photo of Hawkmoth…”

Adrien chuckled. He liked this girl so much! What a pity he had to leave for a moment to transform into Cat Noir. But if he went to the bathroom, Ladybug would know that he knew her identity. On the other hand, he can pretend to go check on what was up with Marinette. It wasn’t forbidden, right?

“Where are you going, young model?” Negative asked him before Adrien managed to reach the bathroom door. Ladybug held her breath for a moment. Adrien could soon find out that she wasn’t there. That Marinette wasn’t there. “Would you like to hide? Or maybe you hid someone there? Maybe that irritating girl who almost ruined our photo session today?”

“What?” Adrien and Ladybug asked at the same time.

“If she wasn’t there, constantly distracting you, we could finish the shoots before this downpour!” Negative got angry. “I wouldn’t destroy the equipment for hundreds, thousands of euros! Girls mean problems!”

And he approached to the door.

Ladybug didn’t wait any longer. She hugged Adrien and jumped out of the window into the rain.

“God, have I lost my mind?!” She repeated quietly to herself, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She didn’t pay any attention to Adrien, who could hear it all.

“Ladybug, you have to leave me somewhere immediately.” Adrien interjected.

“I need to hide you somewhere, Adrien.” She muttered irritably.

She couldn’t control irritation. He had confessed his love to her a few days ago! And now he was picking up other girls, kissing them in his bathroom! Oh my God! She started thinking about herself in the third person! And in the plural…

“You don’t need to. Stop hiding me. The farther you take me, the longer you’ll be going back.”

He was worried about her. About Marinette. She felt happiness mixed with jealousy. So far, she’d felt this jealousy in the opposite direction. She didn’t think that she would ever be jealous of Marinette as Ladybug. She felt completely lost, which only made her irritate more.

“I have to…” she began again, but he interrupted her.

“You have to come back.” He ordered her impatiently. “Immedia…” he didn’t finish, because his pocket just sneezed. “Great, just great…” he sighed.

Ladybug looked at him with eyes wide opened. Adrien blushed, but there was no turning back. Wet Plagg fell out of his pocket and said wryly:

“I'm going to get sick right away. Let's do it finally.”

“I'm sorry, Ladybug.” Adrien sighed. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Plagg, claws out!”

“We have to talk, Cat” Ladybug drawled.

“So, we’re set up.” Cat Noir grinned. “Duties first.”

And they went to meet Negative.

* * *

A/N: It is more. Actually the whole story that you can read here or on AO3. It was written almost two years ago, freshly after “Troublemaker” had been aired.

Enjoy!

Arolla

[cd-fish]

I just fucking can't with these fucking bootlicking blue lives matters flag-waving teachers. They teach majority students of color and feel ZERO cognitive dissonance... You call em out, and they start whining about how our Black gay mayor doesn't care about Black folks killing each other (like they actually give a shit about Black ppl dying). These asswipes are also the ones gung ho about cops staying in the schools and whining about our AG not prosecuting kids who attack staff. (Not just arresting - PROSECUTING). These kids are 15-16 YEARS OLD.

I'm so fucking done with these racist assholes. Idgaf that your husband, daddy, cousin, whatever is a cop and apparently an upstanding citizen bla bla bla. You tell us we're being unfair, judging cops for the actions of a few (A FEW, LMAO), but then, in the same fucking sentence, go off about how Black and Latine parents don't care about their kids.

Some of these numbnuts are even threatening to end their PAC donations bc the union said BLM. (Talk about stabbing themselves in the fucking back.) I can't believe that these pos have the audacity to say all this shit while not anonymous. I'm sure at least a few of them are compiling lists of "rude teachers using swear words" in order to blacklist us, but idgaf. Good for me (and them) if I am blocked from working with them.

Sorry. I know this is a mostly fandom blog (it keeps me sane), but I've just had too much today with these racist yts. Fuck em all.

[chrisemrysfics]

And here I find in my draft a ramble about maturity, in relation to fiction.

It’s not made to be like a proper speech, just rambles read over to make sure there’s a progression of logic and it makes sense. I added more so you can see where it gets a bit less ramble and a bit more clean, but it’s all just, feels sharing.

I post this because I don’t feel I expressed what I do here in the way I did here, and I feel so very strongly about this.

If you want to take one sentence out of it that I really loved once I wrote it, it’s this one: an act can be immature, but a person is never immature, they are always as mature as their own growth and journey has lead them to be.

With bonus of: maturity is not intelligence, to say you aren’t mature enough for something is, in fact, intelligent of you; but to react in immature actions is still nothing about being non intelligent, your maturity is an aspect of yourself in itself, the same way intelligence is another, and age is actually another, because while age can limit the level of maturity you can achieve (due to the brain still growing and also the limit of experiences you can have the younger you are), different people at the same age can be more mature or less mature than each other.

And extra bonus: fiction is, I dare say, almost always meant for people who can handle it, with the expectation that those that cannot handle it will avoid it (close tab, close book, change channel, blacklist, etc). Because that is the mature reaction to have, to avoid what you cannot handle (and minimize your exposure to it). Which is why mature people will not listen to immature reactions, and “defend” the source of the immature reaction, because they can recognize it isn’t a mature reaction, and hope to make the person grow in their maturity to realize the mature reaction is to avoid, not censor.

A quick addition based on my mostly fandom based meta just before: fiction is also the only place, only thing in existence, where you can experience and learn from an infinite number of experience, all the while being safe. It is the only place you can safely discover your limits, and grow your maturity through the fictions you can handle, as you discover different ways a topic, experience, etc can be experienced. Fiction is a mirror of reality, but reality can harm us, and fiction is unable to, and once we are mature enough to react maturely to what we can or cannot handle, we can make use of fiction to learn and know ourself and navigate the real world better. And it’s the other reason mature people will protect the freedom of fiction.

was talking about maturity and i remembered when i was young teen, maybe 13, or maybe even 12, and i asked to use internet, and a neighboor-friend (big brother like) helped me make a forum account and mom was close by too, and with my neighboor we made a joke in my profile (i can recall it still, we wrote “and god created pikachu!”).

things had been going well (i think he showed me some things too), mom wasn’t hovering but was around and sometimes looked to, it was a fun, happy moment.

and then someone messaged me and insulted me, angry that i mis-used god’s name.

needless to say, i got really confused and hurt and i cried, it’s very vague in my memory then but yeah i know i was hugged, and my neighboor replied for me and told the person off and made sure to nail in the fact i was a teen.

once i calmed down, mom asked me what i wanted to do, and i told her, i dont want to try for now, and i didnt, because i had enough maturity to realize i wasn’t feeling mature yet to handle these kind of people and the wild cards of internet.

in the same manner, i was maybe mid teen, maybe even 15/16 or closing in to 17, its lessened now but back then i was really, really squirmy with g/ore and b/lood and ho/rror. however, i cant recall if i saw a bit or saw another and had handled it, or if it was curiosity, but i recall asking to watch Alien (cant recall which one). Its possible i watched one that i handled and wanted to watch the first one, or again, just curiosity. anyway mom just asks to make sure, and i cant for sure if i was alone watching it, but what i recall is being really shaky after, like, growing really anxious in the night and being too afraid to sleep.

that night i slept in mom’s room, and agreed i should not watch ho/rror movie for now (and i believe i didnt try for years).

both of these to say: this illustrates that some things cannot be handled if your mind hasn’t reached enough maturity and also that it IS mature to back away from something you cant handle. mature also is different than adult, this is why we can see teens handle mature topics, but the fact is, minds mature with time and no matter if you feel, or genuinely are, a mature teen, your mind is still growing. there are mature topics, stories, discussions, etc; that you just cannot properly handle.

it is natural to feel distress when your mind cannot properly handle something, but it is immature to blame the content, because the mature thing is to back away. it is also a sign of a lack of maturity of your mind, if you cannot process the complexity of a topic and why people speak of it in different manners.

a lack of maturity is not being stupid. but intelligence and maturity are two different things. if you are intelligent, you should be able to understand you can still lack maturity.

chances are, if you think you are mature enough, and you arent, you’ll encounter topics you cant handle and lash out at the topic rather than pause and ask yourself if you were mature enough for it.

this is also why you’ll see mature people supposedly “not listen”. its not that we dont listen and defend “bad” things, its that we are mature enough to be able to dissect it, and we can see you aren’t mature enough. we arent “defending bad things”, we are trying to make you understand it’s about maturity.

when we say you can love a villain, for example, it means you are mature enough to appreciate a villain and still know they’re a villain and their acts are wrong

when we defend s/exual content and “problematic” content, its because we know the complexity of humanity and we are mature enough to differentiate fiction and reality, and the layers of them, and how they interact together, and how different people have different experiences reading fiction.

The whole reason fiction is often labelled with age as warning is that, in general, someone below that age is not mature enough to properly handle it. Some people of that age can, in fact, handle it, but not all. In the same manner, not every experience of something complex can be “good” or “bad”, because it is possible to have the people involve be mature enough to make it a good version of the experience.

However, the whole reason fiction is so, so important is that it is the only thing that exist where we are 100% safe and yet able to see, learn, experience, all sorts of things. If you need to understand a topic, especially to discover your own limits, you’re safe to do so through fictions, but you aren’t safe to do in real life. And because fan fictions are made by people who are everywhere, who are all kind of people, you will find a much larger range of experiences written.

As a final note: I don’t know how often you, we, hear it, but it is totally okay to feel repulsed by something, and it is totally okay to realize you aren’t mature enough to handle a topic or a specific way something is expressed, or just to admit to yourself that you aren’t as mature as you thought you were. Maturity is something that grows, and everyone has their own pace. Again, maturity is not intelligence, you aren’t stupid if you aren’t mature, and you will notice I’m not saying “immature”. I think, honestly, an act can be immature, but a person is never immature. You are mature, but your maturity evolves, so you are always mature at the level that you have achieve at any moment. Some people grow their maturity at faster rate, some need slower ones.

But I think I love this idea: an act can be immature, but a person is never immature, you will always be just as mature as your own evolution lead you to be. You are mature to a certain level, and you can be more mature with certain topics. And I feel that the first lesson in maturity for any given topic is when you learn not to react with immature actions for the each topic. You already are so, so mature when you are capable of not reacting with immature actions. You never have to “accept” something to be mature. Maturity is when you are able to recognize what you can handle, and what you cannot, and to be responsible for your own comfort.

To demand others to not create content that you can’t handle is an immature act. To avoid the content is a mature act, because you recognize others might need that content, and that the content is not meant to you directly. In fact, I dare say that in general, people who share content, create fiction, only ever aim it for those that can handle it, and expect people who can’t to avoid it.

Yes sometimes you can stumble on a content you can’t handle, but the mature reaction is to say “okay I can’t handle that” and just leave. Close the tab, change channel, stop the movie, close the book, ask for the subject to change if you’re speaking with someone or with people, etc.

[klanced]

soooooo i was late on asking for the second movie but i call dibs for whenever ur organized enough to infodump it: What Happens In The /Third/ Movie Katie Klanced?

I meant to post this last year but then I got suspended and forgot smh -_-

Anyway it’s been almost a year, so here are a few links to refresh your memory on the masterpiece that is my Despicable Me au. In fact, here’s the tag because I love this au.

In my correct opinion, the third DM movie is definitely the weakest in the franchise, and I pretty much ignored its canon plot and wrote my own. So sorry if there’s a few loose-ends/plot-holes. But this is a Despicable Me au, I am beholden to no gods, no rules.

Roughly a year has passed since the events of the second movie. Coran and Alfor have finally gotten together (they’re either dating or married, I haven’t decided yet). Allura is away at college because I have way too many characters on my hands and I have to sideline out of necessity. Sorry, Allura.

The movie opens up with the entire family getting ready for an award ceremony at the AVL happening that night. It’s about as hectic a scene as you can imagine. Lance is running around without a shirt on. Pidge is wearing three shirts. One is her pajama top, the second is Lance’s aforementioned missing shirt. No one has any idea where the third shirt came from.

When suddenly, the phone rings!

Krolia picks it up, paying only 1/3 attention to the person on the line before she yells that it’s for Coran. Coran limps over, half a chewed shoe in his hand, the other half still on his foot. His right eyebrow is smoking. He is, understandably, a little terse when he shouts to be heard over the background din into the phone.

The screen diagonally bisects, to show Coran on the phone and… Shiro on the other side of the line!

Shiro introduces himself as the new CPS worker assigned to Lance/Hunk/Pidge’s case. Coran immediately has a heart attack and runs to his soundproofed study, slamming the door behind him as Shiro continues to just. Awkwardly talk on the phone lol.

Coran, internally: oh shit oh shit oh FUCK oh shit why now why nowwww oh lord is he calling to take away the kids? is he going to take away my BABIES??

Shiro: sorry for the late phone call sir, i meant to call earlier but i dropped my phone in a puddle and- i mean! the life of a cps worker is just packed hahahahahahahahahaah (WHY are you still laughing you IDIOT) ha-ahem! anyway. i’m the new cps worker, have i mentioned that yet? because i am. it’s just that, after we realized that the kids’ last foster home and agent let a supervillain just walk out with them - uh, no offense, sir! i just meant that, well, supervillains are generally understood to be bad- not to imply that you’re evil of course! Haha of Course Not, even though you were Literally voted the world’s most evil and accomplished supervillain several years in a row, but! That’s neither here nor there. Of course. :)

DM!Verse Shiro is a bit of a nervous doof but he also has a spine of steel when it comes to kids and making sure their living situations are safe. And he is very skeptical of Coran and his parenting skills, which is honestly pretty reasonable considering he’s an outsider looking in. 

I mean, someone who was arguably the world’s greatest villain suddenly deciding to move to suburbia with his three (stolen) adopted kids does… seem like a bit of a stretch. And pretty sus lmfao.

Coran and Shiro eventually stutter their way into a productive conversation and arrange for Shiro to conduct a home visit/other CPS survey stuff very soon. Coran politely bids Shiro farewell, hangs up the phone, and has a panic attack because suddenly it feels like all his worse fears are coming true. Because the other shoe has finally dropped.

Life has been so kind to Coran lately, between his loving marriage and his lovable kids. It’s sad to say, but he’d half-expected something like this to happen for a while. Because people like him don’t deserve this kind of uninterrupted happiness.

Alfor quietly knocks on the door and takes in the scene before him. Coran reaches out, and he immediately rolls to his husband’s side.

Coran collapses against him and catches him up to speed. There’s a pause as Alfor pauses, absorbs, and digest the information, before he starts making calming shushing noises.

Insert Supportive Spouse Speech. Alfor reminds Coran that, for all he’s done in the past, he has damn well earned his present life. Alfor can attest to that, as can Krolia and, most importantly, their children. 

It also doesn’t hurt that the internationally recognized Anti-Villain League is both a sponsor of and willing to provide a character reference for Coran. That counts for something, and Coran finally calms down.

This is what we in the writing business like to call “foreshadowing” :)

Scene cut to the AVL award ceremony. Krolia and Coran are both being recognized for their incredible heroics from the past year, etc etc, blah blah blah. Their speeches are very true to their character.

At the end of it, Kolivan goes up and stage and announces he’s retiring. Krolia, who knew this was happening in advance and fully expects to be named as his replacement, starts checking her lipstick in her hand mirror- only for Kolivan to introduce a ‘Commander Hira’ to the crowds.

FML, this is exactly the plot to the Spongebob Squarepants movie.

The entire Wimbleton Smythe-Altea Family freeze, mid-applause. Hunk awkwardly puts away his ‘CONGRATULATIONS KROLIA!!!!!!!!’ banner. Krolia shatters her hand mirror in her fist.

Within her first month, Hira makes some dramatic changes to the AVL. One of which is the agency’s complete separation from anything having to do with villains, including its rehabilitation program.

“Once a villain always a villain” essentially. Hira insists that villains are simply too evil to ever truly become good again, and that so-called “former” criminals are simply biding their time until they can enact their revenge.

As a result, Coran is fired. Alfor protests Hira’s decision, and resigns out of solidarity. Krolia calls Hira a bitch and is also fired.

The kids are ecstatic that their dads + aunt are home 24/7 now. Krolia is less pleased. She’s been an active agent for more than half her life, so this sudden and forced turn for domesticity has her clawing at the walls.

One of the sub-plots is Alfor trying to convince Coran to become a superhero, “just like the old times.” (Coran: Love, I was literally your supervillain arch-nemesis).

Coran is hesitant, because 1) He still has low self-value and doesn’t see himself as a hero, and 2) He’s perfectly content to mooch off his billionaire boyfriend and spend his time as a stay-at-home dad.

To take their mind off their sudden unemployedness, Coran and Alfor throw themselves into preparing for Shiro’s house visit. This mainly entails Alfor calming Coran down from an anxiety attack every other hour. 

There is a lot of tension in the house.

And then, like magic! An invitation to the biggest supervillain symposium of the year appears, because villain mailing lists are especially evil and refuse to take Coran off their register even though he literally arrests villains for a living.

“So you’re telling me,” Krolia says, and Coran instinctively inches for the door. “That you’ve had an opening into the world’s biggest villain convention, this entire time, and you didn’t tell anyone?”

“W-e-ll,” Coran stutters, slapping blindly behind him for the doorknob, “It just didn’t seem very fair, you know? To ambush them like that, all because of their lazy office workers. That’s not very good sport.”

Krolia and Alfor try to convince Coran that he should go. Krolia is convinced this is the in they need to reclaim their jobs; they’ll infiltrate the Supervillain Symposium, arrest all the biggest bads, call the AVL, rub it in Hira’s face, take a selfie while she’s sobbing in the background, celebrate as the masses drag Hira to the guillotine-

Coran: Krolia I love you, I really do. But you have issues.

Krolia: I happen to be perfectly adjusted for someone in my situation.

Coran is still hmming and hawwing because, now that he doesn’t have to fight villains for a living, he quite likes Not Being In Constant Danger. But then Krolia reminds him that he is both unemployed AND now blacklisted by the AVL, two things which might very well doom him in the eyes of Shiro (and the rest of CPS). He needs to do this if he wants his job back and, therefore, keep his kids.

(…. At some point, Coran shaves off his mustache in a stress-filled attempt at appearing as a better guardian, but no one recognizes him so he has to wear a fake mustache for the rest of the movie)

Coran of course is immediately super gung-ho for this plan and declares they’re leaving ASAP.

The kids of course are raring to go, the adults are vehemently hell no to that idea, and in the ensuing argument everyone forgets that Shiro is coming today. 

A series of events thus follows, which can be summarized as:

The adults say that the kids can’t come.

The kids decide that yes, in fact, kids can come and plan accordingly.

The kids are preparing to tail after the adults (after waiting a reasonable amount of time of course (this isn’t their first rodeo) in their own modified plane when they hear what sounds like their babysitter, the Reformed Lotor, coming around the corner.

The kids immediately go into attack mode only to realize, after the dust has settled, that they’ve actually knocked out Shiro.

In their infinite pre-teen wisdom, the kids decide to stick with the plan and load Shiro into their equivalent trunk and take off.

A few moments later, Lotor finally arrives, looks up from his phone, realizes there are no kids to be watched, and shrugs and goes home.

The scene cuts to Shiro groggily stumbling out of the corner the kids have stashed the plane in, only to realize, to his absolute horror, that he’s on an island filled with Supervillains attending a Supervillain Convention.

Hunk: Man… I feel like we forgot something.

*Shiro screaming in the distance*

For brevity’s sake I’ll cut off here, but just know that this is only the FIRST THIRD (IF EVEN THAT) of the movie. I am absolutely off the CHAINS. I still haven’t even introduced Keith yet. I love this au.

[agentunwin]

What do you think of infiteshawn?

ok by very popular demand dsjks i will finally explain myself regarding this

so the other day i called her weird and annoying and i still feel the same; for a few reasons.

one; when i first got here she and flickershawn were some of the first ppl i followed and she would always answer anons like “boring” i guess when the anon wasnt interesting enough so i was like ok thats :/ but ok whatever. after like a month or 2 we actually were friends for a while and it was cool o whateva but ill never forget this one text she sent me where she was basically telling me i had to read rm bc people were “losing their shit” over a certain part and it just felt rly weird bc it felt like self-advertisement but thats just how i interpreted that so i was like okay whatever again.

then the weirdness rly started when she started posting about her boytoys. i even enabled it for a little bit asking her q’s about him bc at that point we were still friends but then it spiraled tf out of control and i took a step back and was like what the fuck. sis was straight up posting his pics, saying his name and the area they live in, sharing all their private conversations.. all without him knowing. like yo selfies and all your personal convos are just OUT THERE for THOUSANDS of people and you don’t even know. that’s fucking creepy. after that i said 

hm whats next. i guess ill dabble in a lil sumn sumn here; she’s obsessed w being the prettiest and only redhead on shawnblr and its super weird. like ignoring-people-until-you-think-they-threaten-your-beauty weird. thats all ill say about that

uhh i hate those holier-than-thou posts she always makes. (SHORT VERSION OF THIS STORY) someone told me of the time she went off and practically had her followers attack a writer over a stalker/creepy(?)!shawn story they wrote, saying its not appropriate (To each their own opinion) and that they needed to take it down and she highlighted all the parts she found disgusting but the person was asleep at that time so u can imagine how that went. but i just thought that was funny considering she then later voted on Nextdoor, my stalker!shawn story so what was all that attacking of that (way smaller blog) really all about.

you know what was also genuinely HILARIOUS to me? when her and fs would get into yet another argument and sarah would send april asks but april had the blog tracker on (which i also have- hi sarah) and she could see that sarah was the one sending her the anons but she still denied it like that shit really SENT ME and then she tried to play the victim tuh NOT IN MY HOUSE!

there is SO much im leaving out bruh but ive been typing this for so long lmaoo ill say this one final (not rly) thing;

Why the fuck has roommates been going on so long bro. Like honestly, why. What for. I get its cute o whateva but that series has literally been going on since before i joined shawnblr in September. That’s over 8 months. I thought it ended like 3 months ago and I would never have to see anything about it again but then the extra blurbs and shit like HO, MY GOD. I’ve never seen anything that dragged out in my fucking LIFE PLEASEEE. I blacklisted it and it still shows up on my dash all the time I cant escape. 

some extras:

-the blurb she wrote that was just actually a detailed account of sex she had w some dude? wack

-the “queen of shawnblr” shit? like literally entering a gc saying “the queen has arrived” even IRONICALLY? even if its supposed to be funny? wack

-lying on shawns friend o whateva that bullshit was? wack

-the overly woke attitude she puts on sometimes?? wack

-the fact that so many people on shawnblr agree w me? great, amazing, lol. im not pulling this shit all out of my ass, yall. im not the only one. 

as some closing remarks id just like to say:

i admit wholeheartedly to being a fake bitch towards the end of our friendship. in fact ill expose myself here:

I was lying my ass off in these so YES i was fucking fake i own that shit. but now we both have each other blocked and its a mutual dislike soooooo…. happy ending!

SEE YA!

edit: im not arguing with anyones son NOR daughter over this its my last day on shawnblr think i care!!!