#i'm just mostly writing by hand

[rinarchive52]

i tried some harmonies idk how well it worked but i like it

[fireworkss-exe]

"I'm so angry that newsies is so squeaky clean and disneyfied" how do i break it to you that it's a pg disney property

[emometalhead]

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[astro-b-o-y-d]

If that gloves thing in TBOB taught me anything, it's that Fiddleford 100% fell first and fell HARD

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Idk how you feel about asks anymore but I remember you answering one about the "We Don't Talk About Kenny" Video essay and thought you might be interested in on inspired by it, "Kenny: A Beloved Abuser" By The Early Bird 2

As you can guess, the comments are completely sane and respectful about it-that's a lie, it's about what you would expect from a video daring to say Kenny is at all a bad person (even people going as far as to claim that calling him abusive is disrespectful to real abuse victims)

It's not as detailed as "We Don't Talk About Kenny" but I still think it's worth a watch

I still love getting asks, I just can't get to them as regularly as I used to.

I haven't heard of this video, though, so I gave it a quick watch. Then I glanced at the comments and they're about what I expected. When it comes to Kenny, people are often on the extremes.

Kenny's one of those characters where he's a great, well-written character and interesting to discuss, but I can't stand him. He's an asshole, and by the end of S2, all I want is to get Clementine the hell away from him.

I know he's had a resurgence in popularity in the main tag lately. That's fine, people can like what they like as long as they're not being dicks about it. It's just odd for me since I'm so used to going there and seeing more TFS content than S1.

It's also hard to discuss Kenny with other people because of the extreme opinions and the hostility. It's not productive to try and explain something only for the stan to be like "no shut the fuck up you don't know what you're talking about--" like... at that point, they're not actually here for a discussion, they just want someone to agree with them, y'know?

Sometimes it's not even worth trying to talk about Kenny, so I commend this person for tossing an opinion out there. The comments are pretty brutal, but there's also some support.

[illarian-rambling]

Would it be oh-so wrong of me to take a little break from MG3 to work on an outline for my ghost ship story idea? That might be the little writer devil on my shoulder talking, but idk, he's got good ideas sometimes

[byanyan]

still alive but still struggling

[kairiscorner]

man u guys are funni you don't think i remember this? (tw: dr*gs and ov*r*os*)

first time? that's rich, right @miguelswifey04

at least change your wording to make it look more original bro

anyway, please STOP SENDING REPEATED REQUESTS. I AM NOT A ROBOT WHO IS REQUIRED TO MAKE YOUR STORIES. if you want to see it written, write it yourself :> i didn't respond to your request at first because i was uncomfortable with it, there, i said it. i'm sorry, but i cannot and will not fulfil your request. i think i've made it clear in my rules that i will not do disturbing themes, i am not required to, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE REPEATED REQUESTS.

i'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you're not the same anon spamming me and asking lin (hopefully not other writers) with this very request, i'm gonna tell you right now i am not comfortable with writing this. i'm sorry if i sound angry, bc i am. please respect us writers the same way as we respect you anons; i didn't respond to your previous req so as not to embarrass you or anything, but i can't keep quiet anymore.

sorry for the long ass rant, tl;dr: i'm not gonna write this, and if you send another req EXACTLY LIKE THIS OR HAS THE SAME THEME AS THIS OR ANYTHING TRIGGERING, YOU WILL GET BLOCKED. g'day.

[quietlyblooms]

a reminder that chiyo wouldn't be here if not for my hyperfixation on h.aikyuu!! i made her shortly after watching the first season of the anime ( that's all that was out at the time ), making her a manager for our beloved crows before discovering oh!! they have managers :' ) so she then became a sports column writer for the newspaper, and that's how it's stayed even in her general high school verse bc i'm sentimental as heck <3

[spicedfink]

Updated of my Clone High ship list:

Actual Ships:

Abe/Harriet

Abe/Topher

Cleo/Frida

Confucius/Joan

Harriet/Joan

JFK/Joan

Jackée/Lizzie

Scudworth/Mr. Buttlertorn (wasn't going to include non-clones but it needs to be said: they're basically canon in season 1. I don't know why season 2 and 3 have been trying to gaslight the audience into thinking they're straight)

I just think they're neat:

Abe/Confucius

Abe/JFK

Cleo/Confucius

Confucius/Gandhi

Confucius/Harriet

Confucius/JFK

Gandhi/JFK

Gandhi/Joan

Gandhi/Van Gogh

Harriet/JFK

JFK/Topher

JFK/Ponce

JFK/Vlad

Joan/Topher

Joan/Jesús

Joan/Vlad (trans FTM Joan though)

Topher/Van Gogh

Julius/Van Gogh

Van Gogh/Vlad

Abe/Confucius/Harriet/JFK/Joan/Topher

Abe/Confucius/Harriet/JFK/Joan

Abe/Confucius/JFK/Joan

Abe/Confucius/JFK/Topher

Abe/Cleo/JFK (like in AUs)

Abe/JFK/Joan

Abe/JFK/Topher

Abe/Joan/Topher

Confucius/Gandhi/JFK

Joan/Jackée/Lizzie

Exs (aren't meant to be but were):

Abe/Cleo

Abe/Joan

Cleo/JFK

Cleo/Anne Boleyn

Cleo/Elvis Twin (one of them)

Cleo/Julius (very briefly, like didn't even last a day)

Cleo/Maire Antoinette

Joan/Catherine the Great

Joan/George Washington Carver

Joan/Van Gogh

I don't ship:

Abe/Frida

Abe/Gandhi (could be one sided with Abe liking Gandhi)

Cleo/Gandhi (they're siblings)

Cleo/Joan (basically step-family)

Confucius/Frida

Frida/Gandhi

Frida/Harriet

Frida/JFK

Frida/Topher

Gandhi/Topher

Harriet/Topher

Harriet/Toussaint (what were they thinking making him act just like her?? He deserves better than being reduce to the male version of Harriet)

poly bleacher creatures (they might experiment but I don't see them all dating at the same time)

[kandicon]

I keep seeing you taking about your fics may i enquire where you post such things?

Ah that's an interesting question.

I, uh, don't. Generally speaking.

Like rn the most my ao3 has is, like, 3 mlp short fics which I only posted because the mlp fandom has its own fanfic site and nobody reads mlp fic on ao3 because of that. And that's barely scratching the surface of all the fic I've written for mlp alone, which according to my writing doc, is currently sitting at a word count of 128k.

And with being in the mechanisms fandom I now currently have no irl friends who would be the ones to push me into posting my fic. Unfortunately the fics my irls have encouraged me to post in the past were on a separate, now deleted, blog (though this is the internet and I'm sure copies can still be found floating about because of reblogs).

I suppose I could try to work up the courage to publish some of my mechs stuff? If that's something people would be interested in?

[citrine-elephant]

but why is it fun to write leon throwing a fuckin tantrum?

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Well that's because Tangy has plot relevance

[msnihilist]

On a whim, I'm working on a podfic for 'Lysis,' my multi-chapter Ben/Elena fic. This is just me reading the prelude, which is very short. I'm still debating if I want to upload this onto YouTube in parts, or maybe just put them all together into one long video. It will probably be somewhere between an hour to two hours long if I do that.

Anyway, if you like this idea, let me know! I might do it for more of my other fanfics in the future.

Text below the cut if you want to follow along:

The Plumber base was silent, as it always was at this time of night. The green-tinted lighting meant that the hall looked the same as it did turning the day. Only the lack of other lifeforms was different, and it came with an eerie, almost uncanny sort of feeling, as if something were wrong.

The lone Plumber guard who was circling the hallways muffled a yawn. It was shaping up to be another dull night.

There was a clatter from down the hall. The guard — an Appoplexian who got roped into covering his friend's shift — was immediately on edge. Nothing in the base made noise without reason. He headed towards the sound.

The hallway opened into the base's main hub. It was silent and dark in here, too. The many supercomputers and monitors were all off for the night. The guard scanned the room, searching for what could have made the noise… And relaxed when he spotted a pen and a few loose papers on the floor next to someone’s desk. They must have been set precariously on the edge at the end of the work day and had finally fallen off.

The guard bent over and gathered the supplies. He set them back onto the desk they had fallen from, swept his eyes and his flashlight around the room one more time, then he left.

Once he was several hallways down, even the on-edge guard didn’t hear the soft whir of a computer booting up.

A fragmented hand, swarming with thousands of tiny movements, touched the side of the computer. A few tiny pieces of it broke off and entered the desktop, connecting to the hardware and pilfering the data banks stored within. Once the figure had the information that they were looking for, they retracted their pieces and turned the computer back off. As silently as they had entered, the figure dissolved into a shapeless swarm and slipped out of the room.

The swarming figure hung close to the walls and the floor. When it passed a security camera, the figure would pause and make sure to disrupt the live feed, inserting looping footage of the empty hall. The guards watching the cameras didn’t notice anything amiss as the figure made their way through the base, slipping underneath high-security doors and gliding down monitored hallways.

Finally, the figure reached their intended target — the location that they had gathered from the computer. Compressing their loose shape into a thin mass less than a hair wide, they slid through the gap between the door and the ground, easily bypassing the last barrier standing between them and victory.

Their destination was a small bedroom intended for a single soldier. There was an adjacent bathroom. The only noteworthy customization in the barren room was a single framed photograph sitting on the bedside table. The figure paused and stared at the photo for a moment.

If they’d had eyes, their gaze would have gone soft.

Refocusing on their task, the figure moved towards the bed. They held out a single finger, barely brushing the sleeping individual’s ear. The occupant of the bed didn't so much as twitch as a single, microscopic carrier of their ‘virus’ crawled into his ear. One was all that would be needed for this first part.

A couple dozen objects smaller than a cell were all that was needed to make Ben Tennyson’s life crumble to pieces.

The figure shot one last, longing look at the framed photograph… Then they exited the room the same way they came in. 

No one saw the figure enter, and no one detected them leaving, either. 

The seed had been planted. In a week's time, they would have everything they had ever wanted. 

Read the rest of this fanfic on AO3.

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

*dusting off this old blog* Well it's been a while, isn't it?

[ceramicbeetle]

my fatal flaw is that i love notebooks and i love taking notes and i love reorganizing files and love to rewrite things and so i am constantly fielding the impulse to do nothing but rewrite the same notes in new configurations in different notebooks all day long