#i will use every single comma in existence

[thatrandomsarahchick]

With Jon and Damian's help, Danny was finally doing well enough that his parents felt comfortable taking him out of home-schooling and enrolling him back in normal school. They enrol him with the boys, so that he will be with his new friends.

It takes him a while to nail down exactly what his new obsession is, but he thinks it has something to do with caring for others. It's not limited to humans, either.

He was having a particularly flat day one Saturday while Jon and Damian were in Gotgam, but found he felt exponentially better after his walk around Smallville. During his walk, he helped a cat down from a tree, carried groceries for two elderly people, consoled a crying child, and helped them find their mother at the park, and picked up litter he found on the ground as he went.

what if Danny give no fu-ks

Ok hear me out, Dannys obsession has never truest been confirmed by the show itself (that I remember) I've seen a lot of people say his obsession comes from wanting to help / protect people. But what if he feels as though that he is now doing more damage than good, after all there are a lot of people getting hurt as colateral damage from the chases he has to go on. Or simply when he has to run away from getting captured.

What if one night he was up late and saw a post about a tragedy that happened because he slipped up (it wasn't even his fault, but he still blames himself for everything). And then he starts looking at all the bad comments against him ignoring all the good ones saying how much Danny Phantom has helped Amity. Because Danny is still human and confirmation bias is real. Imagine how he felt the moment he realized that he was causing people to get hurt instead of keeping them save.

Image the desperation clawing at him with the realization that he has never been able to fully manage his obsession. it makes him sad, desperate, angry.

His entire self is filled with too many emotions at the sametime he isn't even able to identify them and catalogue them properly like Jazz taught him.

and then everything stops and he feels nothing.

Completely and utterly numb.

Like his whole reason to keep going suddenly disappears.

And it has.

He gave up on his obsession and now he has to make / get a new one.

But it's not that easy.

This drastic change could've ended any ghost as they run on (live off) emotions.

Luckily because he's a Halfa, so that has given him the upper hand. Unfortunately it makes it so that he is completely devoid of any emotion.

Months go by and people immediately notice changes, the more drastic one is that Phantom went missing, and eventually a lot of ghost that where coming in looking for him stop. Amity Park is no longer populated by ghosts, and slowly the GIW started to retreat from Amity going to another place following a lead that says there are more ghost activities up north.

But those changes aren't the only ones noticeable. Dannys classmates and teachers can vouch that Danny has changed. Most say he was always quite , and others say he looked down right depressed. Danny didn't do much in classes not that he paid attention before. Its just this time it seems that its not out of being sleepy or anxious about another ghost attacking the school instead Danny looks like he coundn't give less of a fu-k about anything.

He never smiles anymore not even when his favorite subjects (mechanics and space) are brought up. Not even a quirk of a smile. The school decided to contact his parents about Dannys new behaviors. That includes skipping classes, not handing in work, not doing the assigned work in class ect....

And its not like his parents havent noticed, they've had more time in their hands since they aren't using hours of the day/night going out hunting anymore. and they have witnessed their son become a shell of himself. They don't know what to do, and they don't want to worry Jazz about it because she's at collage and needs to focus on her studies.

So when the school contact them and told them that the behavior is the same in school they decided major changes needed to happen. Starting with a change of environment.

Maddie and Jack decided that Amity park was too big of a city with too many people. They could nearly see the stars at night because of the light pollution, hence they decided to move next door to Alicia, Maddie sister, home in SmallVille.

They decided it was the best choice, Danny would be surrounded by nature and he could do online classes that would go the pace he wanted. The move was immediate, the day off they packed everything sold the house and moved.

They only stopped to say goodbye to Danny's friends. A small bye and hug later they were on a 7 hour road trip to their new home.

When they got there the old resident handed them the keys of the home and told them to ignore the their neighbors 'The Kents' as they often made a lot of noice and had group gatherings every month.

The one thing Jack and Maddie forgot to double check was if the house was an actual house or a farm house. Sounds similar, but completely different as they now had 2 cows, 16 chickens, 1 rooster, and 3 pigs to take care off.

Danny was put on duty of taking care of the animals, such as feeding them on time and making sure they were healthy. Jack and Maddie made more of the heavy weight as to re building broken fences and fixing the questionable roof.

(The first thing Danny did when meeting all the animals was name them. After all this was about all the interaction he was going to do.)

Danny didn't have time to think about his lost obsession or his lack of emotions as he was now too busy making sure each animal was taken care off.

Marcy and linda (the cows) were danny's favorite they were very gentle and he felt that they could understand him when he spoke to them the stories of his vigilante past.

On the other hand The Chickens were a nightmare, Glinda was cool as she never chased him down. But Matilda and Bethany were a nightmarish duo spiteful too when he was seconds late to the finding time. Mark the rooster was chill he mainly acted as of he was part of the group that needed protection.

Marice, Betty, and Miss Piggy were the chillest of the bunch never gave Danny any trouble when feeding them and always made a point that they loved their new mudbath installation that Danny made for them on his first 2 days on the farm.

A month after arriving at the farm house Danny noticed that mark was missing. Danny looked everywhere around the property and saw him from afar, at the road. So Danny did the sensible thing anyone would do when spotting a run away pet, and that is call their name at the top of your lungs whilst running after them.

naturally Mark the escape artist run the opposite direction. By the time Danny caught up to him Danny didn't recognize the house he was infant off. So with Mark comfortably in his arms He swears he can see a smug look on marks face. Danny turned away from the house to start his walk back to the farm, but he was met with a kid his age looking at him with distrust.

"Ehhh look kid Im sorry to have crossed the properties border but Mark here" Danny made a point to acentuate Mark in his arms "Runaway from me this morning and I've been trying to catch him ever since, anyways I need to go feed the girls"

The kid starred at him for a second "OMG your from the new family in Mr.duncans farm right? in Aver ST.?" and wow the kid was like a ray of sunshine.

"Yea-" Danny could even finish his sentence before the kid cut him off by starting to talk a mile a minute about how he was so exited to meet people his age that lived near by and how farm chores were harder that normal house chores.

"Jon, give him time to respond. Im Damian this is Jon" Danny jumped he hadn't noticed the second kid at all

"Oh yeah... sorry about that what's your name?" The kid (Jon) slightly less enthusiasm, a bit embarrassed if his tone of voice was anything to get by.

"Danny, Im 15" he responded before he started walking away after all he did need to get in time to feed the chickens unless he wants to suffer their furry. Danny shuddered at the memory that popped up in his head.

"Wait!!! I just thought we could be friends cause we live close by u know" Jon said catching up with Dannys steps. Damian was following from behind.

"Sure kid I don't care" Dannys voice was monotone much like it had been for months.

"Hey were not kids for your information, Im 14 and Damians 16 soon to be 17, so if anything you night be the actual kid!" Danny chuckled slightly it was more similar to releasing air from his lips than a laugh.

Soon a quite and enjoyable science encompassed the group as they went to Dannys home.

"Hmm... you're hold on Mark is adequate and the your determination for getting home in time for feeding is acceptable" Damian spoke up after a while of the passive silence.

"yeah and what is It to you" Danny was slightly urked by Damians default setting speach. He told him as such.

Jon blanched before erupting into giggles that sent him to lay down on the grass uncontrollably laughing. Damians right eyebrow quirked up in what Danny assumed was amusement.

Thus a new friendship grew that day.

They often gathered at Dannys or Jons yard to have picnic in the weekends (as Damian and Jon has school in Metropolis on week days) and hangout with the animals. Danny found out that Damian was a vegetarian and that he had various animals at home. One time he brought his Great Dane Titus, who bodied Danny on sight to give him kisses.

Also Damian was Damian Wayne as in bruce Wayne, Batman sugar daddy. When he said that, Jons milk flew out of his nose and Damian choked on his cucumber wrap. Even Titus gave him a judgemental stare.

Slowly Danny started to smile more, laugh every so often. And things were feeling so much better after not being able to feel anything for a while.

Jazz, Aunt Alicia and especially Maddie and Jack felt so relived to see that Danny was slowly coming back to them.

Danny to this day backs the fact that Mark knew something and planned the whole thing.

[ohbo-ohno]

cuckolding - simon ‘sells his sperms’ to reader and her bf who’s infertile. they can’t afford ivf so the traditional way it is but just the tip and jerking off into her pussy. that’s what was agreed anyway

simon ends up taking whatever he wants from her because how can we fuck if we aren’t properly aroused sweetheart? let’s do a few rounds to increase the chances eh? she’s so desperate for a baby that she complies. she’s secretly into it even. poor reader’s bf :( watching her make out with this stranger and take his cock in her mouth too

hello beloved. im ghoapifying this. pls forgive me

smth about johnny having kinks that he doesn't want to admit to/doesn't recognize... him subconsciously looking for a way to get those needs met...... it's delicious

thinking about you and johnny deciding you want a kid but after months and months of trying with no results, you're starting to lose a bit of hope. the both of you get your fertility checked, and johnny is pretty crushed to learn that he's shooting blanks. makes your relationship a little rocky for a while tbh bc he becomes kinda obsessed with proving his own virility to himself

when you two eventually decide (through a mix of dirty talk, pillow talk, and very emotional conversations) that you want to try ivf, you realize pretty much immediately after that you don't have the thousands upon thousands of dollars necessary just lying around. it's johnny who consoles you when you realize you won't be able to afford the treatment, and it's johnny who decides that he's going to fix the problem himself

(ghost is looking for odd jobs when he spots the listing on craigslist. smth so terribly worded that he almost thinks it's a joke, at first. there's not a single comma used properly, it seems like every other word is misspelled, but the earnestness is clear through the screen. the request was posted five minutes ago, and ghost is the eighth comment - a quick glance at the other accounts shows him that he's the youngest by at least a decade)

soap and ghost message, for a while. soap is pushy as hell, asks for pictures of ghost's face and gets a few of his cock instead. says he's not sure if ghost is the right pick, since he looks nothing like johnny, but keeps messaging him anyway. simon is pushy as hell, asks everyday when they're gonna meet up, gets pissy when johnny keeps pushing it off

(soap sends pictures of you sometimes. they start out innocent enough, pictures of your face from your instagram or your side profile when you won't catch him with his phone up. johnny finds it easy to ignore the guilt he feels when ghost says send me one of what i'll be fucking and johnny does, sends a picture of you fucked out and face down that you had no idea existed. you're limp, slick and come dripping from your hole, and johnny can't help the way he gets hard when ghost's only response is one without your useless spunk inside her. she won't have to put up with it much longer)

when you finally meet ghost, you're unaware of all of this, of course. johnny had just told you he wanted you to meet a friend of his from work, and you'd been excited to go out for a night on the town with him. you'd found simon off-putting, to be honest, but he'd already said he'd be picking up the tab, so you just indulge in a few more shots than you normally would and stay cuddled close to johnny most of the night.

johnny only tells you the real reason he introduced you two when ghost says 'm steppin out for a cigarette, i'll pull the car around for you two and lumbers off, lighter already out.

ye still want a bairn, right? johnny had said, eyes bright as he wrapped his arms around you, kept you pressed close to him. simon can give one to you, to us. he's not even gonna charge us, bonnie, how great is tha'? you'd gaped at him a little, and he'd interpreted your expression as fear. hush, naw, don't worry, lass, i'll be there the whole time. promise i won't let him hurt you, yeah? we can even hold hands, alright?

the time between you sitting in a booth with your legs thrown over your boyfriend's lap and your back flat on your bed is a blur in your mind

simon is heavy over you, both of your wrists held in one of his hands as he ruts against you. you're drunk enough that you can't focus on much but the heat between your thighs and the long kiss simon has kept you locked in. he strips you easily, forcing you high up on the bed so you can rest in the pillows, forcing your legs around his hips so he can pin you

it's only when he pulls back to undo his belt and strip himself that you finally remember johnny is in the room too.

he's bent over the edge of the bed, hardly two feet away, and you can hear the sound slick sound of him fisting his cock, can feel the way the bed shakes just a bit as he fucks his own hand. you sort of whine, reaching out for him, soothed when his free hand links with yours, his own eyes a little wet like they always are when he gets so hard that his thoughts melt away

"eyes here," ghost grunts, big hand covering one half of your face as he forces your gaze away from your boyfriend and back to him. "you don't need to look at him. he's not the one gettin you knocked up, is he?"

you and johnny moan in tandem for that, and your eyes are wide as saucers when you finally look down at the battering ram between ghost's thighs, the ruddy tip of him leaking as he strokes himself.

"you're too big," you manage to gasp, squirming back.

ghost makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, lining himself up with your drippy hole and pushing in without warning. you nearly squeal at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders and pushing against his thighs with the heels of your feet. your squirming doesn't stop him, and he doesn't give you even a second to adjust as he uses his weight to sink himself to the hilt inside of you

he makes you look in the eye while he fucks you. and he talks a lot - he says more while he's inside you than he did your entire evening in the bar earlier

you feel good, huh? this the first time you ever had a real man fuck you? yeah, the brat humpin' the bed isn't enough for you. bet you always felt empty when he fucked you, but he didn't even need to stretch you out before rutting here. a hand rubbing your clit, making you nearly scream from the added pleasure as he fucks you so hard that the headboards slamming against the wall. bet my seed'll take first try he grunts into your ear, and you hear johnny moan from your left. might even give you more than one, huh? have you fat and round with my babies, make him watch you grow and take care of you, if he can even manage that.

when simon finally comes, he fills you up more than johnny ever had. makes you wait to come until he does first, too, tells you that he googled it while pinching and twisting your clit until you burst beneath him, your cunt squeezing his soft cock as your eyes roll back in your head

(johnny cuddles you, after. he tries to fuck you but ghost won't let him, holds him back by the hips and squeezes his balls until he goes soft, spits i don't want your spunk fucking with mine. you gonna waste my time like that? thought you wanted me to fuck your girl pregnant? were you lying, johnny, or you just so fuckin' desperate that you'll break our deal? and johnny whines and cries but listens, holding you close and pressing his cock against your folds but never inside of you)

((ghost doesn't leave the next morning. doesn't leave the next week, actually. he fucks you every day, even when you insist that you're not ovulating anymore, that he doesn't have to keep trying to get you pregnant. the first time he eventually lets johnny fuck you again, he holds him by the hips and stuffs a few fingers inside you along johnny's cock, says she got used to me, johnny, we'll have to give her a little extra if you want her to let you fuck her again and laughs when johnny whines.))

(((he doesn't even leave when you take your first pregnancy test and get positive results. he rubs your back as johnny scoops you up off the ground, rumbles his own quiet congratulations. a few days later you try to hint that he can leave now, that you and johnny don't need him anymore. he doesn't listen, but that's okay, because you can't quite imagine what you would do if he did leave, how you and johnny would function without his rock steadiness - you're relationship had been a rollercoaster before simon, insane highs and terrible lows, all smoothed out when ghost came into the picture and started playing referee for the two of you)))

((((when you're eight months pregnant, you lounge in a rocking chair as johnny rubs your feet and simon builds a crib.))))

[olderthannetfic]

Vent. I *hate* having my works beta read, the emotions of going through the suggestions and comments and nit-picks. Especially when what they're 'correcting' isn't wrong but something stylistic I did on purpose. I get a beta reader for exchanges or gift fics, because I feel like I *should*. But if a reader genuinely cares that much that I used a hyphen instead of an em-dash, or that a single line of dialogue is missing a comma. Fine, they can leave. It's not worth making myself hate and second guess something I already worked so much on already. Yeah yeah, I know I'm actually the one with the problem here, acting irrationally. But it's just a miserable process.

--

Good lord. Beta reading shouldn't be like that.

To be honest, I usually do everything at the last minute, so I rarely bother with betas for exchanges. And when I do get a beta, they're usually worse at spotting typos than I am and not that great at suggesting stylistic changes. It's some combo of me being a fairly good writer and fairly lazy about finding the right beta.

Let's be real: in a good story, no reader, including me, cares that much about a couple of hyphens in place of dashes. And I'm someone whose dashes are all correctly formatted in the first draft. You're being defensive and weird about something that isn't the heart of the issue here.

The issue, to my eye, is that you want some basic proofreading out of a sense of duty, and people are offering you bad quality stylistic advice.

I see no reason why you ought to use betas. They don't make your writing better just by existing. Every writer could get better with good editing, both good editing they do themselves and a good editor who's another person, but the whole thing is a creative collaboration. Finding a good editor you mesh well with is like finding a co-author you want to work with or the right therapist or a significant other. Just filling that slot with a person will usually do more harm than good.

Betaing—editing—is a skill the same as writing is, and most people suck at it.

[orcboxer]

Wait I looked up the library of babel and kinda didn't understand it :( think you could explain it a bit ?

The Library of Babel is a short story by Jorge Luis Borges about a virtually infinite library containing virtually all possible information of a given length.

Every book has 410 pages, and all the letters are presumably the same size, and they only use the same 22 letters (it doesn't use the English alphabet, as the story itself is not written in English) plus the period, the comma, and the space. But as you pick up and read various books in the library, you find that most of it is gibberish, as though each symbol is generated randomly. But! There are no repeats. No two books are identical, they may differ by a single symbol at a minimum.

This leads people who live in this library to infer that the library is in fact finite, as there is only a certain number of books that could exist within those parameters. If the books were only 1 character long, there would be 25 books, one for each symbol. If the books were 2 characters long, there would be 300 books, one for each unique combination of two symbols. If the books were 3 characters long, there would be 2300 books. And so on. But the books in the library are all 1,312,000 symbols long, so the number of possible books is fuckin massive. So massive that there would be more books in the library than there are atoms in our universe.

So you can infer that there's one book in the library that's just the letter A repeated a million times. Which means that there are a million books that are almost identical except one of the As is replaced by a B. And exponentially more books where two As are replaced by a B.

Every possible string of information, using the 25 base symbols, that can fit within 410 pages, exists somewhere in the Library of Babel. Including this post (not counting the extra 4 letters in the English alphabet). There must also exist, then, perfect predictions of the future, copies of all the greatest works of literature, and descriptions of you reading this post.

The sheer scale of the library is difficult, perhaps even impossible, to wrap your mind around. The story is, in my opinion, a fascinating piece of cosmic horror.

[aphfanficwriters]

Every month we will pose a question and collate responses as a fun and informal little exercise in getting to know each other and spark discussion. This month's question is:

“Which writing rule do you most enjoy breaking?”

relmu / @iamnompuehuenu: this is my personal preference, but i absolutely adore flowery writing that borders on purple prose. maybe it's because the literature i grew up with is filled with metaphors and decorations and that rubbed off on me, but i just find it extremely beautiful and dramatic… I've come to learn that English-speaking writers are more direct and that purple prose is not seen with good eyes, but i like it so much i have to remind myself to not put too much emphasis on descriptions and metaphors when writing lol. it sometimes becomes heavy to read but for me it's a joy, though i understand it's not for everyone 🙏

prush / @proosh: you can take run-on sentences from my cold dead hands

Wasps / @petiolata: "Avoid epithets" is the one I enjoy breaking the most. To me, it's very similar to "show, don't tell". Like every writing practice that people get told "don't do that!" about, they have their time and place. Both telling and epithets can create distance, or emphasize certain qualities about the character. They can also convey information faster. I think a lot of the criticism of them comes from a lack of understanding that people read fics for different purposes and so writers will write with different effects in mind. If a fic is meant to be an extremely fast-paced suspenseful ride—and that's more important to the writer or audience than elegance of writing or creating deep POV closeness—and an epithet best serves that, then isn't it the best choice to use the epithet? What makes good writing is widely debated, but what makes a good writer in my opinion is intentionality. The ability, skills, knowledge, to accomplish exactly what effects you're going for. And sometimes that means making choices that serve pacing or kink appeal over elegance or POV depth. I probably don't use many epithets in my fics, but knowing how much unfair flack they get makes me celebrate every single one.

Tama / @delgumofics: I generally try to follow the rules since I'm always trying to grow as a writer. I think mine is run-on sentences though. If I'm writing a scene where a characters understanding of the world is supposed to be different in some way, like they're really high, or they're very emotionally charged, I use a lot of run-ons to express that. I try to put myself in their heads pace and think how they'd think, and when someone is fucked up or really emotionally charged, grammar and pacing kind of go out the window. Thought becomes one long stream of ideas and feelings so I try to express that sensation with words. That usually results in run-ons dotted with short snappy single or two word sentences mixed into the paragraph.

WhiteWings / @smuttyandabsurd: "Write what you know" seems to be taken as "write only what you know" which is a terrible rule. Write what you don't know. Push the limits of your knowledge. Deep dive into research and learn things you didn't know so you can write about it… Or don't! Revel in making it up and writing with terrible inaccuracy, it's called artistic license babes. It won't appeal to everyone, of course, and you may very well annoy a bunch of people, but you can't please everyone and you shouldn't try to.

Didi / @teaedon: first draft is the final version, and i don't cut anything out (well, rarely).

Yukihitomi / @arthurhonda: Writing rules? Don’t know em. Too busy destroying the English grammar. Punctuation besides commas, periods, exclamation points, and question marks don’t exist.

And there were those who didn't understand the assignment... 😅

Eru / @eruverse: Wasn’t aware there were rules, I do what I want and what fits best

@folightening: I'm not even aware what the rules are so I've no idea. I just write how I want.

Beetroot / @council-of-beetroot: Does anyone have a list of writing rules to reference?

Mossman / @one-more-mossman: I don't even know what rules the writing has [...] Uneducated swine I am

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

maybe a hot take but I kinda despise text-speech? or like, shortened speech.

I am not talking about acronyms, such as "idk" or "lol", I'm talking about words like "tru" or "tho"

See using these is absolutely fine if you know how the original word is spelt (ex: tru -> true, tho -> though)

But so many people are forgetting how to spell basic words. Especially kids who are getting on the internet are growing up and not being expected to know how to spell because of autocorrect and shortened words (along with the education system just being terrible).

There will always be a few words each individual will struggle with (because English exists and it is very weird), but those shouldn't be every single word. Also with vocabulary! I shouldn't have to explain what the word "generally" means to a 15 year old! That word should already be in their vocabulary!

Additionally, if everyone knows a decent amount of general vocabulary, it'll make it so much easier to communicate clearly and effectively.

Basically, kids need to be taught more spelling, vocab, and even grammar. (I have seen seniors in highschool write essays with no periods, no capital letters, and no commas. That should be concerning more people).

Language is meant to help us communicate! By knowing how to use it, it lets us communicate things clearly! If we become so reliant on digital tools and shortened speech, it can cause confusion.

[royalsunshinehotel]

How to they text? (Dev Patel preference)

Anwar Kharral Definitely spams you with memes, it's self explanatory. He's not so much a texter as he is sending you tiktoks that apply to whatever conversation you're trying to have with him.

Sonny Kapoor You're getting paragraphs. Every. Single. Time. English is his second language, but he loves it and he's using every word from his 'word of the day' email.

Neal Sampat I think he's the type who swaps out LOVE with LUV. He uses "U" for shorthand, but all of his sentences are capitalized.

Deon Wilson I think he's using shorthand whenever he can. He's a computer genius, he's truly gonna do what he's gotta do to get his point across. Also, he peppers in numbers, just for fun, think "b00bs"

Sheru “Saroo” Bierley Saroo's doing his best to use full sentences, but he really needs to remember that commas exist not just the "-"

Jay Menha Jay is a very big fan of his blackberry, but I do think that maybe he's not been taking his joing supplements so you don't get much beyond 'lol' or 'haha' as a response to a text.

David Copperfield Where Sonny writes paragraphs, David is writing NOVELS. BE AFRAID. DON'T TEXT HIM BACK. He'll make your phone bill skyrocket I fear.

Joshua Madika I'm sorry, he's the worst texter on the list. He'll see a text, forget about it, and get back to you the next time you text him/ when he feels like it. Just be sure to follow up with him, because if it's something he wants to do, he'll respond for sure.

Sir Gawain I've touched on this in other preferences, but you're getting grade-a shitposts all of the time. It's garbage and it's all for you. "Just saw a snake...oh nor, we are all snekes" or some shite

The Kid I think you're getting photos. You do have to text things like "are you alive," to which you get a response of a photo of 👁️👁️, but that's between the two of you.

[vaspider]

See, there's the thing "spider"- its not your place or your job or anything but your annoying fucking hobby to report me being on tumblr! My existence in the jumblr tag isnt harassment and I will not be leaving! People can block me but if I have to remake again youre annoying them not me! I have a macro. You need to block the tag "oxford comma forever" and move the fuck on! I keep replying to you cause YOU keep it going. Be the supposed adult you lie about being, sweatie 😘

Directly interacting with people who have blocked you is harassment. Creating a blog with my name to impersonate me (like you're doing now) is harassment. And you know that, because you're doing it to try to upset me. You've said as much to me and to other people. The fact that I find it tiresome and not upsetting in the least seems to really get to you, because you keep returning over and over to try to bother me and my partners. Sending my kid's name and an address I haven't lived at for half a decade and comments about the Father's Day posts on my FB to us as, what? Proof that you're the one digging around in my Facebook obsessively to try to doxx me and my family? ... o... okay, sure? And you think that makes you the mature adult?

Like... okay?? Good job, you've proven you're a gross creeper who can't just leave people alone?

If you would simply not interact directly with the people who have told you that they don't want to interact with you, we wouldn't know you exist. I don't follow the Jumblr tag; I don't go into tags pretty much at all and never have. I read my dashboard and almost never anything else. I find out about your new blogs when you interact directly with one of my friends or with me, and then, yeah, I report you, and I block the blog, because, to be clear:

That's what I'm supposed to do.

If you just... left alone the people who have told you "I don't want talk to you," we would never find out about your next blog. Every single one of your blogs I've personally reported to Tumblr Staff is because you've directly interacted with someone who blocked you and told you in so many words to never contact them again, and either that person explicitly asked me to add that interaction to the ongoing ticket that I have open, or that person was me.

I don't care if you're on Tumblr. I really, really, really don't. None of us care that you're on Tumblr. You are a deflated tube man of a human being, and we don't care about you.

What I care about for exactly as long as it takes me to report a blog and roll my eyes is that you are obsessively harassing people I care about.

So, yep, I'm going to keep being the adult: I'm going to report this, too, and block this, too, and move on with my life. And the next time you directly interact with me or those friends who have previously blocked you, I'll repeat the process.

I suggest you move on, too. There is nothing to be gained for you here. You can't hurt me, you can't upset me. Nothing you say to me is novel or painful; it only reveals your own insecurities. Why are you obsessed with the idea of "another man sleeping with your wife," for example? You keep using it as an insult, which doesn't say anything about me, about my daughter's dad, about my partners... but it does say a lot about you. Why are you obsessed with the genitals and sexual habits of people who you've never met and will never meet? Why are you obsessed with what I call myself? Why are you obsessed with my pronouns, my political affiliations, my age? You keep trying to misgender people, to insult me based on my age or my weight... and, like.

It's just... pathetic. I really just feel very sad for you and how very empty your life must be.

This behavior is just... sad.

[gerri-godmother]

20 author questions

tagged by the lovely @badcatholichusband

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 11

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 153,683

3. What fandoms do you write for? Succession

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is not therapy — Roman chooses to go see Dr. Kellman on his own, which she identifies as one of his “strengths.”

Once upon a poolside — She knows by the knock that it’s him. That, and she was half expecting him to come crawling to her, a glutton for punishment. What she’s not expecting is to see him already punished: the blood on his shirt, the tear in his suit, the bruise already forming around his left eye. Not again, Logan, she thinks, only to remember that they’d entombed him that afternoon. Just another hurt-comfort fix-it fic immediately following S4E9.

Soft like silk — roman/gerri with twice the silk blouses (my magnum opus)

I know a place — season three of succession but it's Shiv who's weird about Gerri

Something unholy —something about “in costume” put the image of Roman in a priest’s collar in my head and I can’t get it out. A silly, sick, sexy, and heartwarming romp. In response to: Roman/Gerri autumn date. Takes place in a simpler time (season 2). I am going straight to hell.

5. Do you respond to comments? Not really but I would like to start because I love comments and am so grateful to everyone who reads my fic!!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angistest ending? Honestly I’m not sure how White Ferrari will end, but I’m thinking it will probably be that one. As for existing fics, probably Once upon a poolside, but it’s not even that angsty. I’m all about hurt/comfort on a micro and macro level.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Soft like silk or maybe This is not therapy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only one time and it wasn’t even really hate but someone was like “Gerri’s too mean” and I was just like “uh-huh.” because that’s how I like her.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? I pretty much ONLY write smut lol. The kinky kind??

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes I love them. Honestly my Hacks one I think is the craziest. One day I’ll finish that. And my Veep.

11. Gave you ever had a fiction stolen? No! But Soft like silk has inspired some stuff and honestly that counts for like a billion kudos

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no but I would! hmu!!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? oh god this is so hard — I really am just absolutely obsessed with bisexual icon Gerri Kellman and will pair her with anybody (even her husband Baird!) but Shiv/Gerri I think

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Meditations in an emergency. I am going to finish I know a place one day but there’s just a lot of pressure (from myself) to make it good (plus I have to rewatch the end of S3 to put myself back in that place/time.

16. What are your writing strengths? kink/smut, dialogue, accuracy to the source material, character complexity (according to my wife who betas everything)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Self indulgent background on the Kellman family, commas

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? my French isn’t good enough

19. First Fandom you write for? Sherlock (I used to write Irene Adler/Kate the maid, so that’s telling of a number of things)

20. Favorite fic you’ve ver written? probably This is not therapy because I’m a therapist in real life and it was fun to just disregard literally every single element of what that’s actually like and have fun with the idea of Gerri being Roman’s therapist

tagging anybody who wants to do this including my IRL wife @thegables and romangerri folks like @catherineflowers29

[tinybirdsupporter]

FLOSSING: A GRADUATION

a graduation from suicidality, it is.

I am no longer afraid of committing to the fact and confronting to the reality that I will live.

I just bought a calendar for the first time in my entire life. I never used the planner they gave us every year in high school (although having the type of brain that desperately needed it), cause using the planner admitted to me that I was indeed scheduling my day away— locking the possibility of something better happening— it would prove to me, in some way, that I am accepting in the conditions of my circumstance, and I’ll actively participate in their existence. school, work, sleep, death.

And I have never been okay with the circumstances of my existence. I have always wanted to die. Childhood depression, yada yada, you grow up and become your person, totally created in misery. Baked in some special sauce. Cooked and burnt and fried.

I have always run away from my foreseeable future. My depression was the type where you weren’t too keen on living in the first place, so every single responsibility added felt like bulky clothes while you’re already drowning, simply another reason that the inevitable were to occur: it’s because you never committed to living in the first place. Every push actually pushes you. The steadfastness of a life force was never there to begin with. Water in wind, rain on concrete. You never stood a chance.

Tonight I did my whole nightly routine. Before doing this, I usually take “consideration time”, 10-15 minutes beforehand (which is to say for 10-15 minutes, I am secretly debating if I should waste my energy in getting up at all, because one night wouldn’t kill me, the whole time I am begging myself to fool myself into thinking I would do it tomorrow morning. Because I don’t want to get up. Because self care, which is self preservation ((even in this minuscule example)) has always been something “extra”— because self care, which is self preservation, means admitting you’d like to commit to living.)

That is the bar. That is how low my will to live is. Genuinely. And I’m not fucking depressed like that, as of late. As I’ve put myself into lovely circumstance, through picking battles, choosing peace, and finding forever friends, I’ve been pretty good, I’ve been pretty great, I would say!

Back to the story— I flossed my teeth tonight, a conscious integrated action preluded by many experiences of preparing for this present-future moment. These moments include: a thought that I should start flossing; a reminder to buy floss at the store; a moment in which I actually executed the action, both by going to the store and separately remembering to buy the floss; bringing the floss to the bathroom, alongside my four other things to remember; shortly thereafter, I finally was there, poised in the mirror, hair back and abound, dutifully flossing. A perfect length of floss, enough to wrap a finger or two around for optimal leverage, functional control, and superior grip. And so I was flossing, and in that moment, I felt that I had graduated. I felt the same feelings as I did while graduating— the heart pushes up in your chest a bit, your breaths are remarkably light, your head pulses with pleasant blood— I felt like I had graduated.

Usually you don’t feel that same pang of self-worth and holy gratitude while flossing. However comma I did, and I still do. The graduation feeling persisted as I wrote down dates in my calendar— only friend’s birthdays, so far. I knew I had graduated from my old way of life. I finally wanted to live, and I would do the hard things any day to do it.

[alarrytale]

There is no plural of 'sheep' babe - it's an irregular noun. The word 'sheeps' doesn't exist.

Yes, babes, i know. But sometimes, when english is your third language, and you've used the two others at work that day, and you're multitasking trying to sing along to troye sivan's absolute banger of a song 'in a dream' while answering asks, your brain misfires and you end up writing 'sheeps' instead of 'sheep'. Autocorrect isn't exactly helping here (set to norwegian). It keeps wanting to correct 'situation' to 'situasjon'. And i have to fight it every, single, time.

I'm also going to butcher the comma rules, because they are so different from the norwegian rules so i'm just going to follow both rule sets and, put, commas, everywhere, i, want! It's going to be fun, and you'll have to deal. I appreciate the correction though, since i'm a perfectionist. I'd hate to not know the difference between 'breath' and 'breathe' (my pet peeve mistake in fics).

Also: Sau, sauen, sauer, sauene! Sheep should be plural!

[friendofthecrows]

I have a paper due, which of course means I wasted time. On THIS occasion, I downloaded a vast number of spelling/grammar/writing improvement extensions and watched them battle it out across the google doc. At least one extension disagrees with everything I say and/or how I say it. There are constant notifications popping up telling me to turn off other extensions to prevent conflicting advice. I am clicking ignore and embracing the conflicting advice. My paper is so streamlined I sound like an AI. It has removed all transitions and added a "that," "the," "a," or equivalent before Every Single Noun. It strongly disagrees (loathes, hates, objects, use a more specific verb) with my Creative Capitalization. Vernacular does not exist, and every sentence is subject -> object. There are commas and semicolons everywhere. No two thoughts can simply be linked as they are in normal speech. They HATE the lack of clarity in my previous sentence. They HATE "hate" being capitalized.

[tacobellebandit]

I think examples of mistakes like leaving out commas that changes the meaning and using the incorrect homophone in a sentence are all very funny, but I think the effect is often extremely overstated.

Like yeah, it's funny that your invitation to eat dinner ("It's time to eat, Sally") turned into a threat on Sally's life AS the dinner ("It's time to eat Sally"), but in reality, this sentence doesn't exist in the vacuum. It's in the context of all the words that came before and came after, and brains are clever enough that we can actually pick up on those clues to help us understand the sentence. It's basic reading skills, and it's how we can learn unfamiliar words without looking them up every single time.

In reality, you will understand that they are NOT going to be eating Sally, because the dialogue will have been directly addressing Sally, or directly after Sally will be like "Yay, I'm so hungry" or a million other clues that make the misplaced comma amusing, but not breaking to the meaning of the sentence.

Some people will insist that the sentence simply cannot be understood as is (even though obviously they understood it as a mistake, which involves understanding the intended meaning in the first place). Sometimes mistakes and typos will make it really hard to understand a sentence, but I think more often people just don't even try and then get smug about it as they correct it.

Like that post, "Suzy was balling at her grandma's funeral" and "Suzy was bawling at her grandma's funeral", it's very funny, but I think as a reader I can understand from the tone of the entire scene, that Suzy is actually crying and the author made a homophone error, and not that the tone of the passage suddenly changed for a single sentence and then went back to somber.

[astralsys]

Intro post?

I made this account for fun maybe? fun as in I just wanted to fuck around and vent a little into the void under an account that's not much connected to my other ones idrk. dont have much of an online presence really wanted to see how this will play / work out. even tho I already have an account on here that I use personally to gush about things cause I can't help it probs not gonna use this that much.... probably cause I'll forget this exists, anyways comma!

collective info about me:

💫 ✨ | Astral System | ✨💫

Either call me Astral or K!

They / Them ( NO plural prns / &!!! /srs I hate it fuck off people who use that )

Trans Non-binary Aroace Bodily Adult

Masc / Neutral, System, Alter, Human / Person

Proff Dx’ed w/ D.I.D. ( adult dx'es ) in recovery since 2018, dx’ed also w/ MDD, ASD & ADHD ( childhood dx'es ) [ not recovered ]

( I'm only saying this cause one of my parts may leak that info out by accident, dont know better dont have a consensus with privacy atm, and I would rather just say it now instead of worrying about it being outed later idrc if you think I'm faking or not I've been dx’ed for over 6 years now idc what rando’s on the internet think about me tbh )

❌ ❌ Other Info Never Disclosed ❌ ❌

DNI: Minors, NSFW shit, Queerphobes, Racists, Ableist, Pedo’s / Zoo’s, Proship / Anti’s discourse

Mspec “Lesbians” / “Gays”, Male “Lesbians” Queer ID’s based off people, Rad Inclusive, Transmed, BaB ( + all other queer exclus )

Any "System’s" ( No Matter What "Type", I dont want to see you fuckers fuck off with your “plural community” all of you are fucking bullshit ), “Endogenic System’s”, / “Mixed Origins System” / Tulpa, Pro “Endogenic” / Pro Non Traumagenic “Systems” Whatever Fucking “System Origin” You Fuckers Keep Coming Up w/

“Medically Recognized System” / “Dx”, Self Dx’ers, Pro Self Dx, “M.U.D.” / “M.U.I.”, ( Medically Unrecognized Disorders / Illnesses )

Anything on Pluralpedia! Any Discourse!

I dont wanna see it or you I will block you on sight. I dont care, i am not your friend I don’t want to be your friend leave me alone and out of this shit.

—

specific info about me:

K or Astral ( not giving you my full name )

They / Them, Fey / Fem, Ae / Aer ( + other neo’s )

Trans Non-binary Otherkin / Alterhuman Agender Aroace

Host of Few ( also not giving you their names who fucking does that? ) I'm an adult ( id w/ body age not getting closer than that )

interests / dislikes / triggers private fuck off idc I'm not trying to make friends here

I hyperfixate on a lot of things due to both having asd and adhd and it effects my life way too much it’s annoying af I actually fucking hate it… having both is a fucking mess istfg, also chronic depression that’s so cool who doesnt love that? been dealing with that one for years and it sucks it really sucks I dont wanna keep feeling this awful my entire life, but its not gonna stop for me i think atp.

having D.I.D. isnt something I am ever gonna get into specifically, cause why the fuck would I? why do people have the need to tell others about their extensive personal med hx "oh you have to know all about my / our "system" and everyone apart of it! and every single disorder I / we self dx'es myself / ourselves with too!" ( just had to put the plural pronouns cause that's how these people talk ik I've had personal experience with these kinda people ). do these people not understand anything about internet safety omfg do you not listen to yourself at all? you’re not going to know anything regarding my med hx that I havent already given you cause to be honest I dont trust any one of you with me and my fragmented self and you don't really need to know. my alter’s are not something I talk to anyone about online or irl really. my trauma also isnt something I am ever gonna talk about honestly me even typing all of this out is insane to me what is wrong with me….

credit: banner @/Suyasuyabi427 pfp @/muku_69.0

[sleepwithnightlights]

I am a bit scared

I use a nightlight to sleep I am 23 and am scared of the dark. I am scared that something is there, something will jump at me. That when i open my eyes they will meet someone elses, that things move at the corner of my eye. I already sucked at falling asleep but that made it even worse. Plus i think i started to grind my teeth a while ago, if i had to guess at the same time the shadows started to actually be scary. I used to be fine with the dark and when i imagined something being there, coming at me i would smile in understanding of the creature, sympathy. I wasnt scared of them and it was a proving that i was toughened up that they werent worse than what i knew. So it might be good that they are scary now, perhaps it means i allow myself to be vulnerable. Stress and worse time falling asleep would disagree tho. I feel silly writing this while knowing i might share it. I know not many will see it and at worst an ai bot scrapped it and thinks humans use the word scary and scared a lot more than they should. I also dont write. I used to when i wanted to be an author, they were horse stories and truly wonderful. Later in school i still loved to write, some of it was the silliness i deserved, and some was concerning and should have tipped off my teachers. I guess i gotta say: "I dont write anymore." Which will soon be a lie if i ever make it past 1 or 2 posts. I also dont speak english as my first language and i dont get better at grammar the later it gets, which is when i will write most of these texts. Late at night when im dreading to exist but death is too extreme because of my mom and because of my dog and because of my cat and because of my friends and im scared of pain and i am not at risk, i am in therapy and would certainly not go on a blog to seek my last contact and all i want is to be nothingness but not dead but every thought is poison and i want it to finally shut up up there. So i'll write instead and finally remember what i was thinking duing this time and make it easier for my therapist.

I dont think i used a single comma so far. Oops. I also think that i am being cringe. I will sound edgy no matter how i word it and that no thought will be unique, that what i write is eye-rollable. Teenager stuff. I guess its teenager stuff, its kids stuff, the me teenager and the me kid is just as angry and sad and terrified as the now me. I guess i deserve to be those things and sound cringey and edgy i've got important stuff to share, like being a sad and terrified and angry kid. So back off hater and ai that will not use a single comma now thanks to me. You are welcome guys, i saved us from the impending plagiarization of everything everyone is writing anywhere. Yippie.

I dont allow myself to have a break from doing something during the day.i need to do something so i dont start thinking. Thats stuff bed-me has to deal with and she has gotten quite adapt at trying their best to work with the mess day-me has to deal with. • Fantasy stories. • Funny or exciting scenarios. • Revenge scenarios. • Fake arguments. • Something tragic has happened and only i can help (f.e. a train has been taken hostage and i can save everybody). • Someone i love dearly has died (not actually) and i am now left to deal with grief i cannot even imagine how bad it will be once they truly die. • Someone i love died (actually) and i am left to be furious with the hands they were dealt and they were not able to live their life as they deserved it. • Less now but i used to love creating little love interests and creating whole stories on how we met and fell in love.

There is more but writing does make me tired. Also a lot of these dont actually seem good or helpful and you would be correct but awful scenarios bring a sense of control since i know how to deal with surviving and adapting to anything.

I think i had strategies like these since ever. They used to be mostly diving into the fantasyland of whatever book i was reading, creating my own character, having my own powers, replaying what fun they had. I used to look forward to that part of falling asleep since it was so fun. I dont know if there is something not "normal" about that, something any kid wouldnt do aswell. Im starting to get frustrated that i cant put my thoughts down into writing like i want it to, so ill go try and sleep again. Thank you for reading, hope you got your nigthlight on or video or

[gaykneecaps]

Who is timothy dexter??

i recommend reading his wiki page :) but, if youd prefer not to read his wiki page, here is a summary:

Timothy dropped out of school at age 8, and remained illiterate for the rest of his life (despite being a published author later on). He married a rich widow as a young adult and then, after/during the revolutionary war, bought a HUGE amount of continental currency (which was now useless) because no one else wanted it, and everyone laughed at him because he just wasted half of his fortune, but then continental currency became worth a small amount and he doubled his wealth. He bestowed upon himself the title 'lord timothy dexter' despite the fact that he was not a lord, and asked his local government for a political title which they refused to give him until he hastled them for long enough that they gave him the title 'reporter of deer' (there were no deer in Massachusetts, where he lived) and he was like 'yeah thats good enough'. And the local aristocrats really did not like him. So they tried to bankrupt him, of course. They each come up to him, time and time again, and give him the WORST POSSIBLE buisness advice. and he takes it! every single time he takes it and he does it with huge amounts of enthusiasm but crazy circumstances mean that he makes a huge amount of profit. example: someone tells him to ship coals to newcastle, he does not realise that this is an idiom for doing something unneccesary because newcastle is a coal mining town, and does it, but by the time it arrives all the workers are on strike and he makes a huge profit. Another example: Someone tells him to ship bedheating pans to the carribean where they absolutely do not need bedheating pans because its tropical, and he says yes that is a GREAT IDEA and so he does it, and the people in the carribean sell them as ladels and he makes a huge profit, but he takes this to mean that scientists were in fact wrong and the carribean is really fucking cold and so he sends them a bunch of like mittens and sweaters and stuff, but they arrive just in time to be intercepted by a ship that was headed to siberia, so he again made a huge profit. he also: accidentally hoarded whale bones, and sold them for corset stays, as well as rounded up a bunch of stray cats on the coast and sent them to a country where there were NOT cats before (sorry i cant remember the name of the country)... and they welcome a solution to their pre-existing pest problems and keep them as pets.

After all this, he decides to write a book. And he is still illiterate, by the way. He calls it: 'a pickle for the knowing ones'. So this book has like a singular full stop the entire book, and the spelling is ATROCIOUS- my favourite quote is: 'jorge washeton'. And the book somehow becomes suppper popular, but ofc everyone complains about the lack of punctuation. His response? release a second edition. But the only thing he changes, the only thing at all, is to add a page at the end that has a line of full stops, a line of commas, etc- and instructions to 'peper and solt' them as you will. He spends most of the book complaining about his wife- which brings us to our next point, his family.

He did not have a great relationship with his wife, mainly because when he had people over when they would ask about his wife and how she was, etc, he would point at her and say that that was not, in fact, his wife, but the local ghost. yeah. He did a bunch of other stuff as well, (such as faking his death to see how people would react and getting mad at his wife for not crying enough at his fake wake) i again reccomend reading his wiki! hope this helps.