#i literally traumatized myself doing this

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

I genuinely believe that the reason I tend to write sarcasm as often as I do and that back and forth banter is because of the amount of Hardy Boys books I read when I was younger. That and Scooby-Doo, especially Scooby-Doo Where Are You?? and What's New Scooby-Doo. I kind of learned how to use sarcasm and what it was through those characters, especially Joe. Yes a very sarcastic little shit and I love him with my whole soul.

Trying to challenge myself as a writer if funny, though, because on one end of the spectrum there is fluff (I literally only have one (1) fic with zero angst) and on the other is actually writing out the traumatizing event and not being vague on details in the aftermath.

I feel like nearly once a week I see a post or tags on a post asking if the Sanders Sides fandom is dead and, my brother in fandom, it only seems dead because you're not engaging with the fandom, because almost no one engages with fandom anymore. This is what we mean when we say you need to reblog things and likes mean nothing here. If you like that art, that fic, that one off theory post, reblog it. You don't even have to add on if you don't want to, though, adding on is also important to have discussions and keep things alive, but for the love of fandom, reblog things.

I get it it's hard when there's no brand new, shiney canon to play with, but also I don't get it because I still write snippets of fiction ideas for What's New Scooby-Doo (ended in 2006) and the Star Wars prequels. I didn't write my fic A Song about Lies until several years after that episode was uploaded. I'm actively writing a fic based very loosely on the Poly Jolly Christmas short and I don't even know how long ago that was uploaded, it's not even Sides themed, but my AU is. We all collectively keep fandom alive by sharing and writing and reblogging even if it seems like no one else cares.

I've been thinking about a Captian Planet AU fic and I haven't watched the show since I was four years old, if I wanted to I'm sure I could find a fandom somewhere on Tumblr, but it's going to take work, or worst comes to worst I could just start posting without a fandom and hope people would find me. But the Captain Planet fandom isn't dead, because I'm here, because I still love the show.

Fandom isn't a stand alone entity, it is made entirely of the people who love it. Fandom isn't dead, you're just not engaging in it.

[immadatdisney2]

Okay what r ur modern hcs for Vat7k or TTS?

*cracks knuckles* okay, get ready for this >:3 (also, let it be known I have more but I'm limiting myself 😔)

This one's basic but beautiful but Hugo has a motorcycle and yes he made it himself, it is his pride and joy

Donnie is Hugo's foster mom and depending on the au she's either sweet Momella who finds him as a fucked up kid, fosters him and adopts him juuuuuuuuuuuust before he turns eighteen, Blitz style (but if she's a mean Bitchella she fosters him for the government paycheck and treats him like shit)

Yong is OBSESSED with Steven Universe, will light up when someone asks him about it and has been making fanart for it since he was like eight or stm

Hugo wears chunky doc Martin's and ONLY dov Martin's (they're dected out with charms and stuff, this is me projecting) which pisses Varian off cause it only makes this bitch taller

Rapunzel became an art teacher and she makes murals with her students throughout the school (but she's annoyed they make here wear shoes there lol, she wears those weird barefoot ones)

Varian was in juvie and this is probably where he met Hugo

Nuru looooooooooooooooove crocheting, and her ultimate show of love is making you a personalized sweater (it took her a while to make one for Hugo and the first one was made with purposefully itchy yarn. Yong on the other hand has dozens of them)

Hector once sneaked Varian aside at a family party when he was like 16 or stm to teach him how to do shots right but got mad when Varian actually liked it and said "No! You're too young for this go have some apple juice!"

Hugo either dresses grundge and like he couldn't give a fuck or like a total dramatic slut (the first one is me projecting again)

Nuru hates having to take care of her natural hair (despite loving how much it looks) so she usually wears it in braids or her favorite, those star puffs hair extentions that I saw on YouTube that one time (someone pls now what I'm talking about)

Kiera is a sickass softball player (loves threatening people with her metal bat) and Cat does it with her but it isn't her favorite lol (Oh and they both play viola cause ✨️projecting✨️

Hugo's glasses are taped together cause he's clumsy but refuses to pay for new frames (those cost so fucking much dude-)

Varian likes to doodle on his sneaker and Ying does it too because he wants to be like his big brother and sometimes they doodle on eachothers shoes <3

Hugo pireced his own ears, did his only needle-poke tattoos and is basically just DIY or die

Yong uses his adorable dumpling-ness to get away with shit but his true colors are LITERAL SPAWN FROM HELL (trust me, all twelve year old are)

Because of all his experience with chemistry, Varian is one helluva bartender

THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE RN!!! Hugo at some point was enlisted in the army (in my eyes to try and get away from Donella) and it leave him even more traumatized and it either goes a) dishonorable discharge for smt like stealing, idk OR b) he gets his arm blow off from a grenade or it has to be amputated cause he got shit or something so he leaves with a metal of honor, some dog tags he never take off and ✨️trauma✨️

Varian is actually pretty popular in highschool/collage but never goes out and Hugo is always at every party but just sits in the corner getting stoned

When Varian came out (to Eugene first, cause his crush on Hugo slipped out) Eugene makes an entire presentation on why being bi is AWSOME, but WHY HUGO!?!?!?!

Nuru lives wearing super pretty gold eyeliner and makeup and sometimes she and Hugo will do makeovers <3

Hugo faced a lot of homophobia in service so he struggled with it when he got out (especially the genderfluid part) :(((

Amber's has the kost subtle or southern accents and Nuru loves it, and she can make the BEST peach cobbler since she grew up in Gerogia <3<3<3 (like Nuru cires tears of joy everytime she makes it)

Hugo at some point was a pretty heavy smoker/stoner (man ALL my modern hc of him so far are angsty.... dang) but Varian always hated it and forced him to quit by saying "I'm not gonna kiss you anymore, that smoke tastes like shit!" (That saying, there first kiss was Hugo shotgunning him at Varians one and only collage party based on an amazing fic I read <3)

Ummmmmm happiesh Hugo thing! He loves playing the violin, it's one of his favorite things especially when he gets to play with Varian and bully Kiera & Cat for playing the viola

Every year, team radical goes to the amusement park as a summer tradition and every year, Hugo gets sick on the roller-coaster but goes anyway because Var lives them. Nuru gets her face painted while amber wins a bunch of stupid prizes for her and Yong gets lost on purpose to scare the gang

Somone BETTER ask me this again cause this is really long and my fingers hurt so I'm leaving it here for now, do with is what you will~

-ImMadAtDisney <3

[tiptoethewordsgo]

hello gravity falls tumblr, someone write a fanfic where the pines family have to break bill out of rehab to help defeat a greater evil and my life is yours

[deadkaywizard]

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)

Wrote a really heavy and quite depressing chapter today and needed to fix my brain by writing something cute and fluffy. So, here is 1,468 words of pure Wolfstar fluff. (No Voldy/war, honestly could be with or without actual magic, I don’t make it clear either way so if you want it to be a muggle au then it can be or if you just want it to be a no Voldy au that works too)

Sirius was almost certain he’d wear a hole in the carpet long before Remus got home. He’d been pacing for hours now, his stomach tied in knots thinking about that night and what would come of it. 

It was their anniversary, eight years together as an official couple and tonight would change everything for them. They’d had nights like these before, the kind that would imprint themselves on their memories and brand themselves across their skin, tying them irrevocably together in a way that no one else would ever understand. 

The first was when they’d confessed their love for one another, never ones to do things by halves, that had been the night they’d first gotten together. They’d danced around their feelings for a while before that, their friendship always coming first, until one night where they couldn’t take the tension between them any longer. There’d been a screaming match that ended in a passionate kiss and finally a confession of their undying love for one another. They ended that night wrapped together in Remus’s bed in the boys dormitory, foreheads pressed together and bodies intertwined to the point where it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. 

The next one had been when they decided to get a place of their own, another night full of tears and kisses. They’d gotten a place with James and Peter as soon as they’d left school, wanting to be out on their own but still with their closest friends, who had really become more like brothers. The years spent in that flat had been some of the best of their lives, the nights spent drunk on the floor and sprawled across the furniture would live in their minds forever, as spotty as those memories were. But, they needed their own space. It had been Remus who had said something first, though Sirius had thought it for a while. He loved their little flat with their two best mates, but sometimes he wanted to be alone with the man he loved, wanted to spend nights and days wrapped in one another’s arms without feeling like it was an intrusion on their friends' lives. And so, after a very long and very tear filled discussion, they agreed to start looking. 

Then, they bought their house together. A sanctuary for the two of them that they made entirely their own. Their first night there together was one that he hoped would never leave him, even on his last days on this planet. They’d spent the day unpacking, James and Peter had finally left and the house was quiet at last, something they hadn’t experienced possibly ever. They’d gotten their favourite mugs down from their new home in the cabinet to the left of the sink, poured cups of their favourite tea, put on their favourite James Taylor record and danced in the living room to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) together with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces.

Then came the night they’d gotten engaged, something that had been magical all on its own. Remus had asked him, because of course he had. Sirius had been planning on asking Remus, but of course he’d beaten him to it. It was private and intimate and unequivocally theirs. If Sirius closed his eyes he could see the rose petals strewn about, the lanterns that lit their home, could smell the undeniable scents of his favourite meal that Remus had spent all day cooking for him. Remus had said some beautiful, wonderful, magical words about how Sirius was his guiding light in the sea of darkness, how he’d have lost himself entirely without him and how he never wanted to bear the pain of living life without the man he’d loved since they were only boys. Sirius kissed him then, couldn’t stand to wait another moment where rings didn’t adorn their fingers claiming them for one another and as soon as Remus placed the one he’d gotten Sirius on his finger, Sirius had sprinted up the steps and practically flown into their room to get the ring he’d gotten for Remus. That night they’d fallen asleep together, their fingers interlocked and rings pressed against one another’s. 

Then, they’d gotten married. It was small, intimate and beautiful, another day with magic thick in the air. Their closest friends were there, and even Regulus came as he and Sirius had mended their relationship years prior, it was everything Sirius had ever wanted. To be able to look into the eyes of the man he loved and tell him how he was the physical embodiment of magic, how he’d loved him for over a decade and still found new reasons to love him every single day, how he had never really known what any kind of love looked like until he’d looked into his eyes. They danced to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) as their first dance and kissed under the stars in the company of those that loved them most, soaking in every moment of the night together and relishing in the complete togetherness they finally got to experience. 

All of that brought him to now, tonight, a night that would change the rest of their lives just like all the others had. He’d cooked Remus’s favourite meal, gotten his favourite cake from the bakery 45 minutes away and set the house perfectly for the mood. Everything was perfect, everything would be perfect. So why did he feel like something might go wrong? 

He heard the key turning in the lock and felt his breath leave him, there would be no turning back now. As soon as Remus opened the door and saw Sirius standing there a broad smile spread across his face, the confusion coming next as he saw the setting around him. 

“Sirius?” He hadn’t expected them to do anything tonight, Sirius had been planning this surprise for a week now and though their wedding anniversary wasn’t for another month, he felt tonight was the right night. 

“Welcome home, love,” he kissed Remus’s cheek before leading him to the table laden with candles. 

“What’s all this?” His smile was the brightest thing in the room and how Sirius longed for it to last a lifetime. 

“Eat first, we’ll talk after cake.” Was it a slightly cowardly move to put off this conversation? Possibly, but he didn’t want dinner or cake to go to waste if the conversation went how he thought it would. When they’d finally finished eating and the record had stopped for the second time, Remus finally turned expectantly to Sirius. 

“Want to tell me what this is about, love?”

“I want to start off by saying that I love our life here, I love you and I love our home and I love the life we’ve built for ourselves.” He paused, needing his words to sink in before he continued. “And I want you to know that this is because of how much I love you and how much I know you love me, I want us to share our love.”

“Okay?” 

“Do you remember my cousin, Tonks?”

“Of course I do.���

“Right, well, she’s pregnant and she can’t take care of a baby right now. She’s just getting started on her career and she has her whole life ahead of her, she’s in no place to be having a child. But, well, we are.” He paused, waiting for his words to sink in and once they did he watched as Remus’s face transformed entirely. 

“You want to adopt her baby?” The smile on his face rivalled all others Sirius had seen, it practically lit up the world with how brilliant it was. All Sirius could do was nod and swallow nervously. “I would be honoured to have a baby with you.”

That night they laughed and cried, they held onto one another tighter than they ever had before. They got their favourite mugs down from the cabinet to the left of the sink, poured cups of their favourite tea, and put on their favourite James Taylor record and danced around the living room to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You). 

And how sweet it was, really, to love and be loved in return. To have a lifetime of memories together already and a lifetime of them more to look forward to. To know that their love would live beyond them and would change the lives of not only themselves but also of this new little baby they would be adding into their perfect little world and any others they might end up with along the line. They’d chosen one another, chosen love, and chosen life, and how sweet a life it was turning out to be. 

[princessofghosts-posts]

You know it's bad when you enter in a new fandom because you thought one of the characters in an animatic was Nico di Angelo,but in reality it was someone else that was just physically similar to him.

I'm starting to think I have a problem-

[voidimp]

i Ɛ> feeling reality split

[soapdi-spencer]

Hot take but bragging about how good at lying you are/bragging about how frequently you lie isn't cool or edgy and immediately makes you look like an idiot who I can't trust at all

[dandyshucks]

also I got rly scared abt this last night or the night before because I suddenly realized sometimes people interpret it this way,,

so i just wanted to say that the reason i dont interact w people very much is NOT bc i think im better than ppl or anything - i am just very genuinely Petrified of messing up in social situations, to the point that I end up isolating and avoiding rather than risk making mistakes ^^;; WHICH ISN'T HEALTHY but . i havent figured out how to work through this yet dhdjdkl

BUT YEAH i just wanted to try to make sure nobody is thinking I'm some hoity-toity goober, I am literally just Extremely Terrified fjdjdkdl

[letmeliedown]

toast finally managed to poop earlier and i was finally able to get liquid meds in her mouth without help (can't mix buprenorphine with food because it has to directly contact the mucus membrane). her vet appointment is on tuesday (right after the pain clinic appointment i thought was last week and showed up on the wrong day for)

[timelessbian]

TADLER AU where the bond doesn’t dissolve

She’s sitting in Mothertongue translating the word rope when she sees her hang. She can smell the fire of torches, hear the chants of villagers, and see General Alder’s sister. And then she’s feeling an unbearable rage and sadness and she’s screaming. Then she’s being shaken and Raelle is looking at her. Raelle doesn’t say anything, but she can see the question in her eyes.

The next time she’s with Abigail in training then she’s leading a group of witches in colonial dresses in a parade. She’s watching people clap and scream the war is over. Then she’s being hit with an apple core and told to go home by a town’s person who tells her she’s still not an American. Next, Abigail hands her a tissue for the nose bleed that she didn’t cause and class is over.

This continues again and again until she see’s all of the pain. She feels the crippling of her spirit, of her skin. She’s paper thin when she talks to her knowing teacher about books about seeing into the past. Then she’s reading pages so old she can’t tell if cut comes from the paper or watching Alder write draft after draft of letters to fight for funding for injured soldiers.

Then one day she’s talking to Anacostia and seeing her look up, physically and metaphorically, to Alder while talking to her past Alder’s office. Tally walks into a wall and laughs until she can’t breathe.

“You’re fighting for me, all of me, potentially the last witch of her line, but also the part of me that one who holds you to the promises you made for a better future. I want to be part of that, so badly, it literally hurts”, she says wiggling her fingers after the healer sets her bones.

“Your loss doesn’t excuse your actions, but I understand them and I want you to keep fighting.” And because Alder acknowledges someone has felt her pain, that someone has truly SEEN her, then Tally is healed. Idk the end I just wanted to put this out there where bc we acknowledge pain we can share it with others and change.

no no keep going i'm just going to put my head through drywall about this actually 🥲

[huckleberr1es]

no because what i dont understand is why people on ao3 intentionally seek out triggers/dark fics/dead dove, knowing full well that they dont like that type of content, just to leave mean comments? like its literally free to mind your business

and ao3 LITERALLY has a system for filtering tags/fics you dont want to see???? why not... utilize it? curate ur experience? i love me a good dark fic/dead dove but i also have my Squicks and u know what i do... i exclude tags in my search

idk i just think some people are addicted to drama and literally just need to mind their business 😭 "oh no this triggered me!!!" filter the fucking tags then and stop engaging in this weirdo form of self harm just to start shit??? and if someone didnt tag their fic properly tell them????? and if they dont listen??? BLOCK/MUTE THEM????? HELLO?

[succubi-tch]

I like how people in the comments of that "tag your traumatizing incest media" post are trying to one-up pr*shippers by going "we're all just saying to tag your works, idk why you're getting so mad" while I'm in the bg having said something like You people talk about coping mechanisms like there are no others.

[administer-distractions]

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[swagging-back-to]

doctor gave some goodish news! she doesnt think it's cancer so that's a plus. On the downside she basically brushed it off as being an ovarian cyst which makes no fucking sense because OCs don't cause any of these symptoms and I've had multiple OCs since I started puberty.

She was like 'you can have a pelvic ultrasound but just warning you they'll probably shove it up your vagina in order to tell you something you already know' and I was like haha I wasted my time coming here

And then she was like ' there is no blood test for cancer ' and I was like ummmmmm you're literally wrong. Like, literally wrong. Cause I was like 'idc if you think I don't have cancer i'd feel more comfortable if I got a blood test to rule it out' like miss girl literally tell that to the vet who take regular blood tests to find cancer in my dogs. Even a quick google search tells you there IS blood tests for cancer. It's one of the only ways you can actually diagnose bladder cancer. But yeah

[comfortunit]

the people who make fun of aplatonics don't actually know what being aplatonic is, or what it means to be aplatonic

[dimonds456]

it's 4 AM so you know what that means! Time for me to make a list of all my disabilities so I can clearly lay them out for both myself and the nonbelievers to see! Like a normal person!

Yes, I'm able-passing, and there were days previously where I questioned whether or not I'm actually disabled or if I was just faking/exaggerating it, but no. Not anymore. The sheer length of this list alone is enough, let alone if I had just one or two of the things on here.

I have: - Chronic Depression - Chronic Anxiety - ADHD - Autism (more than likely, not confirmed) - Graves Disease / Hyperthyroidism - Balance issues - Weakness in knees / elbows - (Tendency to fall the fuck over because of this combination) - Aversion to heat above 60º F (15.5º C) - Need glasses - Astigmatism / sensitivity to light / Graves eye bulging - Audio processing disorder - Fucked memory / focus / CANNOT read numbers quickly idk why - Breathing issues (I deadass just. Forget to breathe sometimes.) - Shakiness in hands (thank fuck it's mostly gone away, but not 100%) - Inconsistent heart rate - Unsteady grip / "chronic butterfingers" as I've been calling it - Back pain - Hip pain - This one doesn't have a name but I walk on the sides of my feet instead of just stepping down normally because nothing I have ever done in my entire fucking life is normal - Bad leg that never healed properly - Trauma - More trauma - Holy shit there's so much why is there so much of it and why am I only just realizing how much there is holy fuck - I know I'm forgetting some but this is all I can remember off the top of my head

But yeah I'm able-passing. :)