#i don't know what to write in the hashtag

[temeyes]

random cod oc post, but anyway: their and Gaz's dynamic

[constantvariations]

Okay so, I like that Professor Rumpel is both Rumpelstiltskin and the miller's daughter-turned-queen, and that her weapon invokes the spindlewheel from the tale, but the guessing of the name is so utterly lazy that I could chew glass

Spoilers for Before the Dawn btw

It literally comes out of nowhere. There is no buildup to the mystery of Professor Rumpel's name; she just randomly says at the start of the fight that if Fox, Neptune, or Yatsuhashi can guess her name that she'll let them go chase the Crown

It would have been so easy, too! Just have it be Rumpel's game whenever the students want something. Late to class and don't want extra homework as punishment? Guess her name and you're free. Got caught getting handsy in an inconvenient spot? Guess her name and she'll let you off with a warning. Hell, have some of the staff lean into it for comedy and comradery

This would naturally set up why Rumpel would offer an easy out to the fight and establish how steep a demand that is for our heroes. If no one's guessed her name in the many years she's been at Shade, what hope do they have of figuring it out in the next five minutes?

But, no. We get zero setup and the payoff doesn't even land! They guess her name and Rumpel attacks Neptune anyway. Right in front of the whole school, including Headmaster Theodore! In what world does that make sense? I get that she's desperate, but it feels contrived so Yastuhashi can do his thing and accidentally break the mind control

These books honestly read like a first draft of a story that really could've been something if more time and attention had been given. Rwby in a nutshell, eh?

[itzmaztercom2]

"I spent my day in my bed, everything could be possible if I want it,if only I will be determined I will no longer lie in this bed for days in the dark eaten away by the boredom and sadness of my thoughts"

[laundrybiscuits]

(continued from Part 1)

For a split second, Robin is eighteen again and kissing a girl for the first time, learning how her best friend’s ex-girlfriend’s breath stutters when Robin’s hands are on her skin. 

It’s not like this is the first time they’ve been in the same room, obviously. They’re all connected in this weird little Hawkins trauma family. But Steve and Eddie are the best friends a girl could have, and they know almost everything about what went down with Nancy back in 1986, and they’re pretty good about keeping them apart.

Admittedly, Steve doesn’t totally get it, because he’s the kind of queer who thinks it’s totally normal to stay friends with people you date. Robin’s never been very good at that part of things, which makes it really complicated to date and also have any kind of social life. Sometimes she thinks the entire gay world is one tiny village the size of Hawkins, which makes her feel itchy all over.

She’s not proud of it, but she has literally ducked behind a grocery store display to avoid running into a one-night-stand.

But this—it’s like she’s eighteen again and Nancy Wheeler is saying I don’t think this is who I am and Robin’s heart is breaking even though, looking back, she’d mostly been in love with the idea of being in love. Something about the idea of this perfect princess in combat boots looking at certified disaster Robin Buckley and choosing her, choosing to stay, despite all the very good reasons not to.

But that was never going to be Nancy. It was obvious, even then.

Ideally, this would be Robin’s chance to show how cool and mature and evolved she is. Unfortunately, she’s working for barely more than minimum wage in a failing Minneapolis bookstore and spends her spare time hanging out with the queers in the community symphonic band, making mediocre potato salad for monthly dyke potlucks, and avoiding exes. Robin has a particularly broad and somewhat questionable definition of exes to avoid which includes: embarrassing one-sided crushes, disastrous first dates, and Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy seems pretty distracted with the totally random and probably perfectly nice stranger she walked in with, so Robin takes the opportunity to disappear into the kitchen. It’s a good kitchen that neither Steve nor Eddie use properly; she’s not completely convinced they actually cook for themselves ever. The makeshift cocktail bar, on the other hand, is extensive and extremely well-stocked. Robin makes herself a Dark and Stormy, drinks it, and immediately makes another with a slightly heavier hand on the rum.

“Do you think the ginger beer is the dark part, or the stormy part?” she asks. She doesn’t have to turn around to know that Steve’s in the doorway. Even after all these years, she knows him like she knows her own heartbeat.

“Stormy,” says Steve. “Definitely. Because it's fizzy.” He reaches over her to grab a lime from the little wire basket they keep citrus in, like that’s a normal thing for people to have. “What do you need, Robbie? Should we not have invited her?”

“No,” she says. “No, it would���ve been pretty weird for you not to have invited her. I mean you’re queer and she’s your ex so obviously she’s at your not-wedding. And also, it’s not like she’s actually my ex! Because nothing really happened! We weren’t dating! So it’s not weird!”

“Seems like it’s a little weird,” says Steve, tossing the lime from hand to hand. “Is this an Eddie-type situation? Would it be better to talk to him about it?”

Robin drags her hands down her face. “Aaaeugh. Shit. Maybe. Is that okay?”

“’Course, Robbie.” Steve pulls her in to drop a quick kiss on her head, and she’s so, so glad to have him in her life.

Sure enough, Eddie pops in a minute later. “Munson Emotional Support Services, how may we assist you today?”

“Okay, remember when I said I’d tell you everything if Nancy and I ever actually had sex, like, for real?”

“I remember begging you not to do that, but continue,” says Eddie cautiously.

She bites her lip. “Um. Well. Guess what?”

[diedraechin]

#yuu-nii!! #pseudobigbrother

Yuuri looked over at the video monitor on his desk and quickly wrapped up the short email to his manager before pushing back his chair and standing up. He’d taken the monitor out of Riku’s hands when she’d finally given in and headed to bed the night before. Preparations for the Four Continents had been going on for ages, but now that the competition was only a month away, things were just getting busier on her end arranging everything with the international press and foreign officials.

The least Yuuri could do while staying with Riku and Alexi was let them sleep in a little.

He padded down the hallway to the next room and slipped inside. 

Roma was standing up and staring at the door, his foot halfway up to try and climb over the railings. It was probably time for the crib to go. Riku and Alexei knew it as well. They were already discussing replacing it with a futon, which made infinitely more sense to Yuuri. He’d never had a crib growing up at all. Roma put his foot down and held out his arms instead. “Yuu-niii!”

“С утречком. Выспались? (Morning. Did you sleep good?)” Yuuri said as he came in and reached out to lift Roma out of his crib.

Once settled on his hip, Roma immediately shoved his fingers into his mouth and put his head on Yuuri’s shoulder.

“I’m guessing, yes. You know that’s kinda gross, right? You shouldn’t chew on your fingers. But if you’re hungry, we can go and see what we can find.” Yuuri carried him out of the room and set him down as they approached the stairs so he could open the safety gate. Roma grabbed onto Yuuri’s fingers and held on as he took one step down, and then stopped, looked up at Yuuri and made a face before taking another determined step down again.

“Pretty sure I’m supposed to carry you down the stairs, Roma.”

Roma muttered a cute little no and then took another determined step down, squeezing Yuuri’s fingers with his.

It took forever, but eventually they reached the bottom of the stairs and Roma beamed at him before demanding to be picked up and carried around the house as they took care of some morning essentials.

Eventually, though, they made their way into the kitchen and Yuuri put his phone on the counter to play some music quietly, setting Roma down, and fully expecting him to toddle off to his toys to wreck destruction with his blocks or whatever. The toys were all within sight of the kitchen; it was his normal morning routine. Roma didn’t go anywhere, however, grabbing onto Yuuri’s pajama pants with his fist and bouncing to the music instead while babbling something that Yuuri couldn’t quite follow.

“Yeah, it’s good. Much better than papa’s music.” It took a bit of maneuvering around him, and at least two mini dance breaks with Roma, but Yuuri got breakfast going and then pulled out the container of strawberries he’d bought the day before. “Want one?”

He cleaned and cut the head off one of the strawberries, sticking the cut off bit in his own mouth to get the small remains of the berry and prepped a few more before picking up Roma and offering one to him. Roma grabbed the berry and started chewing on it, a bit of strawberry juice and drool dribbling down his chin.

“You are both gross and cute. Why are children both gross and cute? Probably so we don’t try and put you up on ebay.” He grabbed a clean kitchen cloth from the drawer and wiped Roma’s face.

“Yuu-nii! Dance!”

Yuuri spun around quickly, setting off a wave of giggles from Roma. “Yuu-nii! Again!”

Laughing, Yuuri held out another strawberry. “How about another strawberry first and dancing second?”

Roma grabbed the berry from Yuuri’s hand and took a little bite. “Oishi!”

The shutter sound of a camera app made Yuuri look over his shoulder to where Alexei was standing near the entrance to the kitchen area, smiling.

“Has he eaten?” Alexei asked.

Yuuri shook his head. “Just a couple of berries.”

“There’s natto in the fridge.”

“納豆わ好き？(You like natto?)” Yuuri turned to look at Roma who bobbed his head. “Nato.”

“Riku is doing a good job if she’s making you feed him natto in the morning. Don't let papa get away with not stirring it one hundred times. Natto must be stirred one hundred times.” Yuuri snickered.

“How is he my child?” Alexei looked around the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Fish. Soup. Rice. The usual,” Yuuri replied.

“How are you my child?” Alexei griped.

Yuuri shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to ask my parents about that one.”

[icewindandboringhorror]

I still very loathe the Media Trope of ‘’cold genius man doesn’t feel emotions and never has relationships... UNTIL.. one random relatively bland Preddy Woman comes along and warps his entire personality and ability to think, his heart has grown and his seeming asexuality has evaporated, he is now Normal :)” or whatever like... AS a walking generic hermit archetype myself.. we would NOT act like that .... just let people be detached weirdos in peace, you cowards .. OR, don’t bother to write one in the first place if you find us too boring to exist realistically in our natural state lol.. pathetic 

[01tsubomi]

i'm taking the jlpt this sunday and had a stress dream last night abt it bc it sort of snuck up on me and now it's kind of a question of how much my actual japanese abilities will carry me (versus if i should've been cramming on flashcards this past month) but the listening portion is far simpler conversation than my coworkers and i have so. i think that maybe instead of "damn i should've been studying japanese" my perspective should just be "i speak japanese"

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

i love it when shit happens in my life that dredges up old wounds and coincidentally im re-experiencing the media i intrinsically link it to cause then i get to remember exactly why i love it and find it so meaningful all over again. there's a fucking reason ill always say Berserk [& RGU] both came into my life at a perfect fucking time and holy shit they fucking resonated with me so hard and as much as life can suck ass and lovvves kicking me in the balls when ive just recovered from last time i a least get to remember how & why i love something so much.

[theophagie]

1.5k words into this fic and still not one line of dialogue between the mcs we are so back

[altarcup]

you know what? i feel like we as a community at large have tentatively accepted and learned that activity / energy / interest is likely to fluctuate. i only see people talk about it when they are apologising / attempting not to apologise for being inactive, or for their focus having shifted away from one set of muses to another.

i'm saying this as someone whose interests are subject to change according to, idk, a slight breeze or a leaf falling from a tree somewhere in australia. and a statement along the lines of this also exists in my rules doc already so i don't know if this needs to be said at all.

but if you notice one of your friends shifting their focus to another blog or another muse, sending the same character(s) memes / requesting them over and over again likely will mean that you're going to have to wait longer for a response, since that isn't where their inspiration is right now. if you are the kind of person that feels discouraged by that (as i have been in the past), this won't help dispel that feeling. maybe someone will let this post encourage you to branch out and hit up your friends for stuff within the universe / for the characters that are vivid in their mind rn!!

[penguinmortuus]

I hate it so much why am I so terrified of people when at the same time I like people :'[

[alder-saan]

I just had a question for all the people in the Gwendoline Christie community (and others too but as my public is basically Larissa/Brienne simps...) whose first language is not English.

Because I personally CANNOT read "x reader" in French, that's just cringe. And for exemple (this is a real mystery), I thought I wasn't comfortable with writing smut, but now I think that's just in French... don't really know though, I'll try.

I don't know WHY, but...

[marauderswolf22]

I know this is completely off topic of this blog, but I wanted to share a digression. I've been thinking recently about the trend of styles and different aesthetics and what advantages it has, because I mean, at the same time you have a lot of possibilities, inspiration and space to fulfill yourself, but at the same time I still have the impression that people have to be assigned to aesthetics. It's not just a style of clothing, but a lifestyle. The internet seems to say that as a cottagcore you HAVE to live in a cute little village where the sun shines 24/7 in the summer and you can't listen to rock, for example. It's just a stupid example but think about it, it's not only what you look like but also where you live, what kind of music you like, WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY (for example in my dark academia phase I read that I have to be "mysterious") and many more just like yours passions. Someone may say that we don't have to be like these standards assigned to certain styles. We don't have to, it's true. But when we have a style faze we want to be able to be described as "omg this girl is so much a green girl" or "you are this girl!" and we want to be like those perfect people we see on pinterest or on vlogs who live this perfectly matching life. And what I want to say after all this is that play with your style, LEARN yourself and your likes and don't try to be perfect from the beginning. You can be an extrovert who doesn't like to read and still be inspired by light academia. You may not like plants as an art mom. Listen to classical music while dressing like a tomboy if you want. It's just playing with this style and being different is so cool, and meeting people like that is like a new adventure. And remember that there are days when all you want to wear is a tracksuit even if you're browsing old money inspiration on instagram. It's you, your body, and it's your expression, so don't force yourself to not be who you really are.

That's it, I hope I didn't exaggerate, take care of yourself lovies

ps: if u want to talk abt it more, i want to talk abt more too!

see you <3

[nanastya-pop-uwu]

Dolly and Michelle ^^

I'm waiting for reposts (please) 🥺

[alltimefail]

ATTENTION DEAD BOYS FANDOM:

We have some unfinished business and a case to solve: The Case of the Curious Cancellation! 💀🔎

Here are the ways you can help (be sure to read until the end).

I'm not sure how many people here on Tumblr are also over on DBDA Twitter, but there have been MANY developments in the last 24 hours and it's important for all of us to be on the same page if we're going to have a chance in hell of saving our show.

First and foremost, we need to get Dead Boy Detectives in the Netflix Top 10 again. This means running it as much as possible. Read about that below:

(SOURCE x)

As the graphic says, the goal is to have it running on a loop constantly, as much as you physically can. Be sure to have some level of volume on or else it won't count. If you're on Twitter be sure to post your rewatch (photos of your tv, commentary, etc.) with the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives !!!

Also, there's no better time to do this: the Tweet below brings up a great point! 👍

(SOURCE x)

Second, and easiest thing: KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE SHOW AND CREATING CONTENT ABOUT THE SHOW. Analysis, fics, fanart, shitposts, gif sets, memes, tik tok videos, so on - do not stop! Reblog other people's stuff and talk about it! Give fics kudos, comment, make fic rec lists and post that WIP or sketch! The most important thing to remember is to TAG YOUR POSTS AND CREATIONS. We need to trend!!! On Tumblr make sure you continue tagging your posts as you probably already are (look at my tags on this post if you need help, and remember not to use "DBD" on here because that is another fandom! We use DBDA here). On Twitter you want to use the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives for the rewatch and #SaveDeadBoyDetectives is a popular one, too. You can also use #DeadBoyDetectives. Hell, I usually use all three if I can! Hashtag every post you make about Dead Boys, no matter how annoying or "cringe" you may feel. Flood the fucking tag and do not stop.

Third, everyone needs to sign and keep circulating the petition. We've surpassed 5,000 signatures in a day which is fantastic, but we need more. Get everyone you know to sign it; tell them it takes no more than 15 seconds. Be annoying until they do it just to shut you up.

Fourth, request "Dead Boy Detectives Season 2" through Netflix's support website. It's a small thing but if we all do this a couple times a day it will get their attention. They really do vet these suggestions, and an influx of requests for a canceled show will raise eyebrows.

Lastly, if you decide to write Netflix (via email or a letter - their office address has been floating around) please remember to stay concise and professional. Don't curse at them, don't call names. State that you are disappointed with the cancellation of the show, maybe add an anecdote about what it meant to you, and I would even recommend attaching some articles that emphasize people's displeasure with the platform abandoning shows on a whim and Netflix's flippant attitude toward queer shows in particular. Dead Boy Detective Agency on Twitter has retweeted every article on this topic so far, you can find their page here.

You can also use graphics such as the ones below to affirm that the cancellation was unjust.

(Source 1, Source 2)

I know this feels like a lot: know your limits and take care of yourself. Whether you do every single one of these things or just a few of these things, every llittle bit helps!

Even in the worst case scenario where nothing changes, this gesture will mean so much to everyone who made this show. We owe it to the writers, cast, crew, and each other to TRY. We can all agree that this show deserves at least another season and if Netflix isn't going to do it, they need to be open to selling it to someone who will. We cannot keep allowing them to axe these queer and diverse shows with little regard for their customers and their employees, but also because it sets a harmful standard in the industry that is destroying television.

Let's crack this case and bring our agency back! I truly believe in this community!! 💜 We can do this!!

If there are any spelling errors or issues with links let me know! I did this on mobile because I want to mobilize this information as quickly as possible! I'll be adding on to this with new developments and can answer any questions you all might have. Lets save our show!

[astrxealis]

OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM. very happy. my speech i had to give that i crammed on bcs i was really anxious about even just thinking it and i had to deliver it memorized and in front of the whole class for the first time in years? i only got. minus 1.25