#responding to trolls or children one of the two

[destiny-in-the-universe]

fowlham (where Randy and Teresa walk in the park and drink coffee and then watch the sun set ) randy and theresa they no love LGBT ( they heterosexual and Straight ) a at the end of the fanfiction, you can make an art where Randy confessed his love to Teresa and made her a marriage proposal when the moon appeared in the sky

okay, so- first of all: i cannot draw which means this isn't getting art and well, i don't take art reqs, but sure let's write this puppy up (/lh) and see what we can make of it!

Headcanons for Domestic Fowlham (at the Park)

Randy is the one who would invite Theresa to the park. For what it's worth, he knows his role as the Ninja takes up a lot of his time and he wants to make it up to her

I don't see Theresa as a coffee drinker, but she does enjoy hot chocolate and you know Randy would buy some for her

Honestly, the way I see it: they decided to take an evening stroll during the weekend. Things have been settling; McFist and Viceroy have started leaving the Ninja alone and Randy takes it as his chance to spend time with his girlfriend

Randy's crush on Theresa didn't fully start until sometime after he rescued her. He'd get incredibly flustered, but this seemed to happen with both boys and girls- (it was his first bi awakening, but he's completely smitten for Theresa right now)

Theresa would likely provide snacks and just talk for a little while about the stars in the sky; she seems to be really interested in constellations, something which Randy gets enthralled by whenever she talks about it

They're enjoying the silence- Theresa wants to voice her deeper thoughts - how she wants to have a life with Randy, but she feels as if the words are stuck even as she attempts to voice it- (she used to have a small crush on Debbie, though Randy's a sweet kid- although Theresa has two hands-)

In the end, Randy is the one who breaks the silence- he confesses, deciding he can't just not tell Theresa how he feels. He can't help but wonder about their future and he begins talking about the place he'd want to live in with her

Theresa is taken by surprise but she hangs on to his every word- her cheeks are heated in a blush and she finally chuckles, "do you really mean that?"

They're not old enough to be married yet, but Randy holds out a promise/couple's ring for Theresa; he's smiling brightly, "I couldn't imagine a life without you-"

hahahah, okay- in all honesty, this ask was a brilliant example of what not to do when sending something to my inbox! this is not the page you want to go to if you're going to be spewing ant-lgbtq+ behavior, but also!! if people would actually read what i want to be sent- we wouldn't be having this kind of situation!

i am not an artist- i'm a novice artist and do not have enough skills to be creating artwork but i'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt this time

i don't know whether this was sent by a troll or a kid trying to get a reaction out of me, but either way- at the end of the day, this is my blog. with my rules and an ask like this isn't going to be tolerated. this is not to say i won't write a straight ship, but please i reblog and write and share PRIDE CONTENT (that's a lot of what i've been reblogging lately-)

that being said, if i do continue getting these kinds of asks - i'm either going to have to turn off anon or i'm going to be responding and just being kind of a menace about it

(for the record, my hc for randy is that he doesn't care in the slightest about gender if he wants to date someone; theresa would more than likely be bi, at the very least but we can talk that more in-depth later)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Harris campaign kicks into high gear

July 26, 2024

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

Kamala Harris has the Trump campaign on its back foot. Whatever Trump’s advisers expected from V.P. Harris, they were wrong. Although Trump and his surrogates have tried several lines of attack, each attempt backfires as Trump offends important constituencies he needs to win. In attacking Kamala Harris, Trump is offending Black Americans, successful women, mothers raising blended families, couples trying to conceive, young people, and more. The Harris campaign has responded forcefully, using a pointed sense of humor that is refreshing and attractive to younger voters who see the internet as a battlefield of ideas.

On Thursday, the Harris campaign released a powerful television ad that was a “no-holds-barred” look at the threat to democracy posed by Trump. See The Guardian, ‘We choose freedom’: Kamala Harris campaign launches first ad. The ad is embedded in The Guardian article; I urge you to watch it. If you don’t, here is The Guardian’s description of the ad:

Released on Thursday morning, the ad opens with shots of Harris’s smiling face behind a podium, the word Kamala, the word Harris, and the American flag. The soundtrack is the beginning of Beyoncé’s song Freedom, to which Harris entered and exited her first speech to campaign staffers after gaining lightning speed momentum on the road to becoming the presumptive nominee. The ad is narrated by Harris, whose first words are, “In this election we each face a question. What kind of country do we want to live in?” She continues: “There are some people who think we should be a country of chaos. Of fear. Of hate,” she says, over shots of Trump and JD Vance. “But us, we choose something different.”

On social media, the Harris campaign has been even more aggressive. The Harris campaign took a clip of Trump imitating Kamala Harris, saying, “I’m the prosecutor and he is the convicted felon.” After Trump admits that he is a convicted felon and Harris is a prosecutor, the ad immediately cuts to a picture of Kamala Harris with her voice saying, “I am Kamala Harris and I approve this message.” The Harris campaign is showing early signs of social media savvy—just as Barack Obama’s campaign did in 2008.

The Harris campaign also went after JD Vance, who described Kamala Harris in 2021 as a “childless cat lady” who should not have an equal voice in the future of America because she does not have biological children. (Harris is a stepmother to two children with Doug Emhoff.) Thursday was “In Vitro Fertilization Day.” The Harris campaign released a statement saying, “Happy World IVF Day To Everyone Except JD Vance.” See HuffPo, Harris Campaign Wishes Happy World IVF Day To Everyone Except 1 Person.

The confidence and swagger of that ad was reflected in the Harris campaign’s immediate acceptance of debate with Donald Trump, set for September 10. But as Kamala Harris demonstrated an eagerness to debate, Trump began hedging his bets, saying he “did not like the idea” of a debate on ABC. See CNBC, ‘Let’s go’: Harris agrees to debate Trump, accuses him of ‘backpedaling’ on Sept. 10 date.

The Harris campaign also used social media to troll Trump's morning appearance on Fox News, during which Trump called Kamala Harris “garbage.” The Harris campaign issued a press release entitled Statement on a 78-Year-Old Criminal’s Fox News Appearance. The press release said,

After watching Fox News this morning we only have one question, is Donald Trump ok? Trump is old and quite weird [and] this guy shouldn’t be president ever again.

For their part, Trump and his surrogates were reduced to claiming that Kamala Harris is a “DEI hire,” a “failed border czar,” and a socialist who will destroy the economy of America.

Luckily for Kamala Harris, economic growth and border security both improved in the second quarter. On Thursday, the US Bureau of Economic Analysis reported that the gross domestic product grew at a 2.8% rate in the second quarter, well above the consensus prediction of 1.9% by economists. See USA Today, US GDP report: Latest data shows economy grew 2.8% in Q2 (usatoday.com)

At the border, crossings by immigrants dropped to their lowest level since 2020 (under Donald Trump). See CBS News, Migrant crossings continue to plunge, nearing the level that would lift Biden's border crackdown. Per CBS News,

July is on track to see the fifth consecutive monthly drop in migrant apprehensions along the U.S.-Mexico border and the lowest level in illegal immigration there since the fall of 2020, during the Trump administration, the internal Department of Homeland Security figures show.

My point in noting the responses by the Harris campaign is not to revel in the “zingers” and “smackdowns” that are long overdue. Rather, it is to highlight the nimbleness, swagger, and professionalism of the Harris campaign. The lightning-quick responses would be exemplary for any presidential campaign; they are stunning for a presidential campaign that is four days old.

Although it is still early, it seems clear that the Harris campaign will focus on Trump's criminality, incoherence, age, and hateful agenda. And it is doing so with a satirical edge that transfers easily into internet memes—which is an effective way to create viral messaging that reaches young people. Meanwhile, the Trump campaign has been caught flat-footed, trying to ignore the awkward creepiness of JD Vance and Trump's part-time approach to campaigning.

All of this should give Democrats confidence that Kamala Harris will run a strong campaign against an opponent who will wage a vile and hate-filled counter-offensive. If the first few days of the campaign are any indication, Kamala Harris is up to the task.

Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter

[atomicc]

It's that time again for assorted scraps of whatever 🎉 ID in alt and under cut

ID: A digital sketch comic of John Dory and Floyd from DreamWorks Trolls. First panel has John looking away while saying, "Yeah you can stay with me for awhile! I've got a pull out bed." Floyd absently responds in a singsong way, "Five nights and John Dorys." Second panel has John looking at Floyd and says, "What?" Floyd responds with, "Huh nothing."

Next image. A digital sketch of Viva, Poppy and Clay. It is from the perspective of Viva, looking into a mirror. The reflection shows her dying stripes onto some hair to make a raccoon tail. Clay is sitting to her left, and Poppy to her right. Poppy is reading a magazine. There is various stickers on the mirrors surface, and hair dye materials on the counter.

Next image. A digital colored drawing of Branch and his brothers as children. John is holding Branch in his arms, with a worried expression. Bruce is playing with Branch, who is laughing. Below them is Clay ,who is laying on his stomach while reading a magazine, and Floyd, who is painting his nails.

Next image. A digital sketch comic of Bruce, Clay and John as children. Bruce is holding a single strand of lime green hair up to his face while studying it. He turns to Clay and says "I mean yeah it's definitely green." Clay winces and hisses saying "Don't tell John." Bruce says "...Why?". Clay holds his hands up, and says "Are you kidding me he'll flip! We can't both be the green one!". Bruce looks mischievously at Clay and says "Hey remember how you didn't help me clean yesterday.". The two run into a room where John Dory is asleep with his dead on a desk, writing songs. Bruce is yelling John's name, with Clay chasing him yelling no. John wakes up and says "What.". Bruce holds the hair up to John's face, and says "Look at this hair from Clay, look how green it is!" while John sniffs and scratches his face. After looking at it, John gives Bruce an unamused look. Bruce, embarrassed, responds "Wh- You, you can't both be the green one!". John looks confused, and says "Clay is yellow...". Bruce seems upset and says "Yeah but what if his hair grows in green?". John says "His... It's yellow?". Bruce says "Bro!". In the background Clay is laughing with his hands up in the air and says "He's too stupid to understand!". John says "Can you guys like, go away?". /end ID

[thewertsearch]

?GG: im through humoring you, i dont even care about this stupid exploded robot mission, whatever that was FCG: OH RIGHT, ABOUT THAT FCG: YEAH WE NEED TO TALK FCG: I MEAN WE HAVE ALREADY FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FCG: BUT YOU'RE GOING TO BE REALLY BUSY SOON, BECAUSE YOU'RE ABOUT TO ENTER YOUR SESSION FCG: SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU DO, THEN JUST HIT ME UP, WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT

I'm not complaining - believe me, I'm not - but it sounds like this entire conversation was pointless. If Karkat's plan doesn't kick in until after she Enters, then all this Pesterlog really did was piss Jade off.

I suppose not every conversation needs to be this huge plot-heavy loredump - hell, half of Act 1 was just the kids chilling. Sometimes it's worth it just to sit back and watch Karkat make an ass of himself.

Plus, it's probably a good thing that Jade lost her temper - it probably cleared the air a little. Karkat's been harassing her since day one, and something needed to be said.

?TG: dude i cant believe you were just getting on our case about hitting on the troll girls ?TG: and then literally the very next memo you are slobbering all over jade ?TG: thats just perfect hahahaha CCG banned ?TG: from responding to memo. FCG rebanned ?TG: from responding to memo.

Not the double banhammer!

Damn it, I wanted Dave to stay in the mix. Every group chat these kids have is fucking fantastic.

?GG: i also cant wait for past you to past drop dead and go to hell, PAST TENSE!!!!!!!! ?GG: when are those things going to happen?? or will have already past/future happened????? ?GG: i want to put another reminder on my finger so i know when its time to throw a party!!!!

And I think I know which finger you're most likely to use!

FCG: HOW'S THIS FOR A PACT, EVERYBODY. FCG: PAST KARKAT ONLY TALKS TO PAST JADE FROM NOW ON, AND THE TWO OF THEM CAN BICKER LIKE SHITTY LITTLE CHILDREN FOR HOURS/YEARS RESPECTIVELY. FCG: AND FUTURE KARKAT ONLY TALKS TO FUTURE JADE, AN ARRANGEMENT WHEREIN ONLY INTELLIGENT DISCOURSE TAKES PLACE BETWEEN TWO CIVILIZED, MATURE, GROWN ASSED ADULTS.

Woaugh,, so you're saying, like, your conversations should respect the linear flow of time, thereby sidestepping the headache-inducing complexities of Trollian's nonlinear messaging?

Dude, that is such a good idea. Why didn't you think of it sooner? Why didn't you think of it sooner, Karkat?

You consult your reminders to get your bearings on what to do next. But you can't remember what they mean at all. You have a feeling these are all useless now.

Many of those reminders were tied to Skaian prophecies, and were probably stored in Dream Jade's brain. To you, they're useless - and it's not like you can make any more.

Jade the Seer is dead.

The hour of the Witch is upon us.

[maxthejew123]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

I’m gonna be honest, I have no clue how to respond to that.

[pinkrose787]

Amnesia Branch AU! Chapter 3

After a long wait, I have finally finished writing chapter 3! I hope you enjoy! :D

AO3 Link

Chapter 3:

Silence used to be normal in the bunker. It’s only inhabitant, Branch, never made much noise, aside from him occasionally talking to himself. Even then he never talked too loudly, for fear that an enemy might manage to hear him deep underground.

That was before things changed. When Branch’s color returned, he brought sound to the bunker. Singing to himself, playing music, even having friends over. The silence started to become more unusual until it disappeared entirely when his brothers moved in.   

But now, the silence is back. Clay and Floyd sit at the dinner table in the kitchen not saying anything to each other. They aren’t really sure what they should say. John Dory is too focused on cooking dinner to start a conversation. He’s thankful that he has a task that takes his mind off the day’s events, even if it is only for a brief moment in time.

John Dory puts the finishing touch on dinner. He dreads being done. Cooking has been meditative for him. But he can’t come up with a good reason to continue. After all, he’s already cooked enough food to feed ten trolls a full three-course meal and still have leftovers for a week.

He plates all the food for his brothers. From past experience, he knows that if Clay and Floyd were to do it themselves, they wouldn’t give themselves enough to eat.

As he piles the food onto the plates, an unwanted memory pops up of what they were like right after their parents got eaten, a time just before Branch’s egg hatched. His brothers were despondent, much like they are now. John Dory was depressed too, but he didn’t give in to his depression because he told himself that he had to be the one to care for his brothers.

The hardest task was getting them to eat anything. John Dory tried to make his food taste amazing, hoping that it would encourage them to eat something. Though often times, it didn’t matter how delicious his food tasted. His brothers would still refuse to eat it. Now, he’s faced with the same herculean task as all those years ago.

“Soup’s up!” John Dory says. His voice projects a positivity that he isn’t really feeling. He places the plates of food in front of Floyd and Clay.

The two of them barely look at the food. Floyd pushes his plate away. “I’m not really hungry,” he says.

“Yeah, me too,” Clay adds.

This reaction from the two of them doesn’t surprise him one bit. “I know neither of you have eaten since breakfast.” John Dory pushes the plate back towards Floyd. “So, eat.” His voice is a lot sterner than it was before.

“I went without food for two months. I’ll be fine missing dinner,” Floyd says.

“We went without food all time at the golf course. I’ll be fine too.” Clay pushes away his plate like Floyd did.

John Dory finds both those statements concerning. He worked hard to keep them fed back when they lived at the Troll Tree. Hearing that they were used to hunger is distressing. But that’s something that he’ll address later. Right now, he needs to get them to eat dinner. “You two are acting like children. Just eat your dinner,” he says.

“Well maybe, I’m acting like a child, cause you’re treating me like one,” Clay says. He crosses his arms in the same way he did when he was mad at John Dory as a kid.

“I’m not treating you like a child,” John Dory responds. He knows that’s a lie. The way he’s acting is the same way he did as a teenager before BroZone disbanded. But he feels like he has to be the leader again, or else these two are going to fall apart. “I worked really hard on making dinner for you, and I can’t believe that you’re not eating it.”

Clay jumps out of his chair. He starts to get in John Dory’s face. It takes all of John Dory’s self-control not to push Clay away. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to—”

“Guys, can we not do this?” Floyd says, cutting Clay off. “Look, I know we’re all worried about Branch, but us fighting won’t help him. Let’s all just sit down and eat.”

“Whatever.” Clay sulks back into his chair with a huff. He pulls the plate of food towards him and starts eating.

John Dory sits down at the table, and eats with his brothers. Though the meal he made tastes amazing, he barely wants to eat any of it. He wants to push the plate away like his brothers did. But if he did, they’d immediately call him out on his hypocrisy.  So, it takes all of his mental strength to fight against his melancholy and take a few bites of his food.

The three of them eat in silence. Their silverware clinking against the plates as they eat. None of them are really looking at each other. Floyd is pushing his food around the plate with his fork. “I can’t stop thinking about what Poppy said,” he says.

“What that Branch hates us and doesn’t want to see us ever again?” Clay says, not looking up from his food.

“She didn’t say that he hates us,” John Dory says.

“No, that was just implied,” Clay says.

Floyd shakes his head.  “I’m not talking about that!” He rises from his chair. Slamming his hands on the table. The sound causes John Dory and Clay to jump. “I mean what she said about us not being there for Branch when he needed us the most.”

Clay lowers his head. He starts to fidget with his hands. “I tried to, but I couldn’t leave the Putt Putt trolls behind…” he mumbles under his breath.

“That’s not fair.” John Dory stands up. “I tried to come back. When I did everyone was gone.” He’s said this almost a thousand times. Yet no one seems to listen or care about the fact that he really did try. 

Floyd looks at John Dory. His expression is sympathetic. It’s not what John Dory expected. He expected rage or sadness, but Floyd seems to understand. “I know that you did. And I did too, but when I came back everyone was already gone.”

“So, you get it.” He didn’t know that Floyd came back. In the year that they’ve all been reconnected, he never mentioned it. Then again John Dory never asked him if he tried to come back. “We didn’t know they escaped. We thought the bergens had eaten them.” John Dory says. 

“I know that, but before that,” Floyd says. John Dory thinks he know where Floyd is going with this, and he really doesn’t want him to say it. But he doesn’t stop Floyd from asking the dreaded question. “Do you know how long we had to go back to visit Branch after BroZone broke up?”

John Dory knows. He tries not to think about that period of time. Every time he does his brain is flooded with what ifs. What if he came back before Grandma died? What if he had found Branch afterwards? What if he had never left? When the night is quiet and he’s all alone, these questions haunt him.

But John Dory knows the reality. He missed his opportunity to come back, and Branch grew up alone. There’s nothing he can do about that. The past has occurred and now he must deal with the present. “Over two years.” His voice is low.

“That isn’t very long,” Clay protests. “I was on a mission of self-discovery. Trying to find my place with other trolls. There wasn’t any time to go back.”

Floyd sighs. “I know it wasn’t long. But we still should have at least checked up on him.” John Dory knows that’s true. Leaving a baby with an elderly woman wasn’t the best idea. But they were all just kids themselves. They couldn’t be expected to raise Branch.

“Well, we didn’t.” John Dory’s voice is a growl. “And you know what? I thought that out of all of us,” He points at Floyd. “You would have been the one to go back for him.”

Floyd looks down at his plate, avoiding John Dory’s accusatory gaze.

“None of us went back for him,” Clay adds. “Not you, not me, not Floyd, and not Bruce.”

There’s silence for a second. The mention of Bruce made John Dory remember that they forgot to do something important. Looking at his brothers he can tell that they suddenly remembered too. “Oh my God. We never told Bruce that Branch is in the hospital,” he says.

“Should we tell him?” Clay asks, voicing the question that John Dory is thinking about. “He’s got a lot on his plate with the restaurant and his kids. Telling him would only freak him out.”

Floyd looks at Clay shocked that he could even suggest that. “I think he should know. If I were him, I’d want to know.”

“Floyd’s right. We should tell him.” John Dory says. Even though he himself is not very keen on the idea of telling him. Leaving one of their brothers behind is what lead them to this horrible situation in the first place.  

He heads over to the holophone, a piece of tech from the Funk Trolls that allows for phone calls with holographic imagery. It doesn’t take long for John Dory to find Bruce’s name on the list of contacts. There really isn’t anyone that they need to talk to that is too far to do it in-person.

Every time John Dory looks at the contact list, he’s always shocked with how many names of royalty there are. From Queen Barb of the Hard Rock Tribe, Prince D of the Funk Trolls, and even King Gristle and Queen Bridget of Bergen Town. Branch really did make an impact while they were separated.

He clicks on Bruce’s name. The holophone starts to ring. Its ring echoes throughout the bunker.

Soon, a holographic version of Bruce appears. He looks a little disheveled. Behind him are sounds of clattering plates, clinking silverware, and kids running around. “Hey John Dory. Why are calling so late? We just started closing up for the night.”

John Dory shifts uncomfortably. He really doesn’t want to give Bruce the bad news, especially since it seems like Bruce is so busy. “Sorry, but there’s something we need to tell you.” His voice is somber.

Bruce seems to pick up on John Dory’s tone. His eyes are wide. “Is everything alright? Did someone get hurt?”

“Well,” John Dory clasps his hands together. He takes a deep breath. Telling bad news has never been his strong suit.  “Branch is in the hospital, right now.”

“What?” Bruce jumps upon hearing that news. “How did he get hurt? How bad is it? Is he going to be okay?”

The barrage of questions knocks John Dory off his rhythm. “Branch is going to be fine… physically.”

Bruce sighs like he was holding in his breath. “Oh, thank God.”

“But…” John Dory finds that he’s struggling to tell him about Branch’s amnesia. Saying it out loud makes it feel too real. He still can’t believe that only yesterday, Branch was here with them in the bunker perfectly fine, and now he’s in the hospital. 

“But what?” Bruce asks.

Thankfully, he doesn’t need to say it. “Branch has amnesia. He doesn’t remember anything from the last four years,” Floyd says.

Bruce silently stands there for a second. John Dory doesn’t say anything to him. He knows that he has to give Bruce some time to process. This is as much of shock for him, as it was for the rest of them.  The only difference is that he’s hearing it over 12 hours later. “Are you sure?” Bruce asks.

“Yeah. Four years of memory are just gone. Poppy said that he apparently doesn’t even remember that they’re dating.” John Dory says.

“Poppy told you? Did you see him?” Bruce asks.

“Nope. He wouldn’t let us. He hates us now,” Clay says, leaning back in his chair.

Floyd glares at Clay, who is unfazed by Floyd’s cold look. “He doesn’t hate us. It just might take some time for him to adjust to us being back.”

“Because he hates us,” Clay adds.

“He hates us?” Bruce looks hurt.

John Dory hates seeing his brothers all hurt like this, and he hates that there’s nothing that he can do about it. There’s nothing that he can say that will make anything right. No words will make Branch regain his memories and heal his injuries. And as much as he wants to refute Clay’s claim that Branch hates them, he’s not sure he can. “It’s more complicated than that…” he adds.

But is it really? He remembers how angry Branch was when they first reunited. How Branch barely looked at him. How he said that none of them were his brothers anymore.

At the time, John Dory was shocked to see his little brother acting that way. He truly believed that Branch would have been happy to see him. And that was supposedly Branch at his happiest. He can’t possibly imagine what Branch felt towards them at his lowest.  

Bruce sighs. “You know what. It doesn’t matter. If I leave now, I could be there tomorrow morning.” 

John Dory looks at Bruce. He can see the determination in Bruce’s eyes. “You don’t have to. There’s a chance that you won’t even be able to see him.”

“That doesn’t matter. If Branch is in the hospital, then I need to be there,” Bruce says.

John Dory sighs. He knows that there’s nothing that he can say to dissuade Bruce from coming. “Alright. But don’t blame me if you don’t see Branch.”

Bruce ends the call. Leaving them alone in silence.

--------

It’s not unusual for Poppy’s pod to be filled with trolls. Being the queen and one of the most popular trolls in the village, she always has a revolving door of friends coming to visit her. Sometimes they come with problems that they want her help with. But more often than not, they come just to hang out with her.

Tonight isn’t too different. Poppy is surrounded by her friends, more so than usual. Normally being surrounded by all her friends would normally excite her. Not tonight. She can’t find it in her to be even ten percent as peppy as she normally is.  

Poppy sits on her bed clutching one of her pillows. Cooper, Smidge, Biggie, Holly, and Val sit on bean bag chairs strewn about the pod. Viva, who’s sitting next to Poppy on the bed, gathered all of them to help support her. She’s braiding and unbraiding Poppy’s hair.

“This is unbelievable. He doesn’t even remember that he’s dating you?” Smidge asks.  

Poppy nods her head. “He’s just like how he used to be. So grumpy. So angry.”

“How bad can he be? We’ve got lots of grumpy trolls in the Hard Rock Tribe. He can’t be any worse than any of them,” Val says.

“I’ve never met a grumpy troll that I couldn’t cheer up lickety-split!” Holly proclaims.

Smidge, Cooper, and Biggie share looks of shock. Poppy doesn’t share that feeling. She knows that most trolls that never met the gray version of Branch cannot comprehend exactly how miserable he was.  “You don’t understand. Branch wasn’t like any grouchy troll you’ve ever met,” Biggie says.

“Yeah, he was the ultimate party-pooper!” Cooper says.

“It took Poppy years of nonstop trying to get through to him.” Smidge says. “Even then, he didn’t become happy until we were almost eaten.”

Val and Holly’s jaws are on the floor. “Until all y’all were almost eaten?” Holly repeats. She looks around for some answers. “Did I hear you say that correctly?”

“Yeah.” Smidge nods her head.

“I couldn’t understand it at the time, but then there was so much about Branch I didn’t understand.” Poppy smiles a bit at the memory. Seeing Branch happy for the first time after trying to help him for so long was amazing. “That night was the first time I ever heard Branch sing. His voice is what pulled me from my despair.”

Poppy sighs. “I’m really going to miss hearing him sing.”

“Me too.” Smidge nods sympathetically. “He has such a nice voice. Who knows when we’re going to hear him sing again.”

“C’mon y’all, this is Branch we’re talking about. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that boy not sing. He can’t keep up this silence for long,” Holly says.

“All we gotta do is get Branch somewhere where he has to sing! Like make him the headliner of a major music festival. Having all the pressure on him will get him to sing for sure!” Val says.

Poppy shakes her head. “No. That won’t work. I’ve already tried it.”

“Oh my guh. The Stoutberry Festival was a disaster that year,” Smidge says, looking into the distance with a thousand-yard stare.

Biggie puts his hand on Smidge’s shoulder. “We do not talk about what happened at that year’s Stoutberry Festival,” he says with a solemn voice. 

“Maybe if we get his brothers together, we could do another BroZone reunion concert He’d probably go for that,” Viva says, while still fidgeting with Poppy’s hair. “Clay told me all about how when Branch was a baby, all he wanted to do was perform with his brothers.”

“I don’t think that would work. Branch is still so mad at his brothers.” She clutches the pillow closer to her. The memory of how angry Branch sounded when he said that he didn’t want to see them replays in her mind. Never in all her time of knowing him did he sound so angry.

“Can you blame him?” Val leans forward in her beanbag chair. “They left him as a baby for over twenty years. If I had siblings that did that to me, I’d be pissed too.”

Viva stops braiding Poppy’s hair for a second. “That’s not fair. Clay wanted to go back, but he was too busy helping me lead the Putt Putt Trolls.”

“But what was he doing before that? Because from what I heard, there were at least two years between BroZone breaking up and the Putt Putt trolls getting separated from the rest of the Pop Trolls.” Val’s voice is filled with venom. It’s a tone Poppy has only heard a few times, usually it’s when Val is defending her friends. “He couldn’t have at least bothered to visit his baby brother for one day?”  

Val’s anger isn’t surprising to Poppy. She was there when Branch explained the whole BroZone thing to her. When he brought up how they never came back, she was furious at his brothers and livid that Branch forgave them so easily. It took the combined efforts of Branch, Poppy, and a few other trolls to keep Val from confronting Branch’s brothers herself.

Viva is a different story. Despite both her and Val being close with Poppy, the two of them have never particularly gotten along, not for lack of trying. Though up until tonight, they’ve always been at least friendly with each other. “Clay was on a journey of self-discovery. He didn’t have time to go back.”

“Well, it seems like he discovered that he’s a bad brother,” Val says.  

Viva jumps off the bed. She marches over to Val. “Clay is not and never has been a bad brother. Clay was great to his brothers.”

Val sits back in her beanbag chair, unbothered by Viva’s attempt at intimidation. She laughs a little. “Yeah, he was such a great brother that none of his brothers talked to him for twenty years.” Val crosses her arms.

“I cannot believe this!” Viva points at Val. “You don’t understand, because you’re an only child!”

Val rolls her eyes. She rises out of her beanbag chair. Points right back at Viva. “I don’t need to have siblings to understand that you don’t just leave them behind without a word.”

Viva gets in Val’s face. Everyone in the room is watching them. Waiting for the impending fight. No one dares to get between them for fear of getting caught in the crossfire. “He didn’t just-”

“Stop!” Poppy shouts.

Everyone looks at Poppy, who had been quiet for most of the night. Poppy sighs. “Can we not fight please?” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears, because she is. Seeing two people so close to her fight is painful.

Immediately, Viva and Val stand down. “Sorry, Poppy,” Val says. She doesn’t apologize to Viva though. In fact, she doesn’t even glance at Viva. She sits back down in her beanbag chair in a huff.

Viva climbs back on the bed, next to Poppy. “I’m sorry too.” She gives Poppy a hug. “I just can’t stand to hear people talk badly about Clay knowing everything that he’s been through.”

“I know,” Poppy says. But she knows that there’s more to Viva’s anger than simply defending Clay. Even though she never says it, Poppy knows that she still feels guilty about never venturing out from the golf course to find her. Hearing Val talk about Clay being a bad brother must have brought all those feelings back.

The atmosphere in the room is oppressive. Trolls don’t usually fight like this, especially this group of trolls. No one’s too sure about what to do or what to say. All of them are exchanging glances, waiting for someone to say something.

Holly Darling is the one to break the silence. “You know what would cheer Branch right up? Making him some get well soon cards!” She pulls out some construction paper from her hair.

Though that’s slightly unnecessary, given that Poppy’s pod is filled with construction paper. It’s on the floor, on every surface, and in every single drawer. Branch once spent days at Poppy’s pod trying to organize all of her scrapbooking supplies, only for it all to be undone in less than a week. Still, Poppy appreciated the effort, but most of all she loved that she got to spend so much time with Branch.

Thinking of Branch, Poppy smiles. Even though helping Branch through his recovery is going to be incredibly difficult, she has to be strong. She has to be there for him. Because if the roles were reversed and she had been the one to lose her memory, he would be there every step of the way for her. She doesn’t have a single doubt in her mind about that.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Poppy says.

The atmosphere in the room lightens. Everyone grabs different scrapbooking materials and gets to work. The sound of scissors cutting paper fills the room. Soon, Smidge starts talking about the latest gossip that she heard.

And for a brief second, Poppy feels like everything is normal. Like Branch could walk in with his vibrant blue colors that Poppy loves so much, and sit down next to her. Maybe he would join in on the crafts. Usually not. Usually, he was contented to sit next to Poppy and join in on the conversation.

As they work on the cards, Poppy can’t help but feel a bit sad. Normally, when Poppy gets too stressed or upset, Branch is able to bring her back with ease. He had an understanding of grief and pain that most trolls don’t. Not only that, he understood Poppy better than anyone else. But he’s not here.

It’s taken six of her closest friends to cheer her up half as well as Branch could. She feels a bit guilty for feeling so dissatisfied with how they’ve helped her. Of course, she appreciates their efforts. She loves them all so much for trying. But no amount of their efforts are going to ever be able to fully replace Branch.  

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Spending the night in the hospital was not as restful as Branch thought it would be. Nurses kept coming in and out checking on his vitals, giving him medicine, or whatever random reason they had to barge in. He felt more like a medical experiment than a patient.

Even if the nurses left him alone, he doubts that he would have gotten any rest. The events of yesterday run through his mind on repeat. It still all feels like some strange dream that he expects to wake up from. Poppy really can’t be his girlfriend. Can she? And his brothers are back?

He read some of the scrapbooks that Poppy left for him. She wasn’t kidding when she said so much has changed. Bergens and trolls being friends is something he still can’t fully understand. They used to eat trolls every year. Did everyone collectively forget that? Did he forget that? Because it feels like he forgot that with how many of the scrapbooks show him being all buddy-buddy with the bergens.

While reading the first scrapbook, he felt a small amount of vindication to learn that everything he’d ever suspected about Creek was correct. That Creek is selfish jerk who doesn’t really care about anyone but himself. Though he never thought that Creek would go so far as sell everyone in Pop Village out to be eaten. That’s too far even for him. No wonder Poppy doesn’t like him anymore.

Thinking of Poppy, Branch wonders when she’s going to visit. Normally, Branch would push away the idea of her visiting as ridiculous, but yesterday she promised to come visit him. When Poppy makes a promise to someone she doesn’t break it.

There’s a first for everything though. Maybe she won’t come. Branch hopes she doesn’t. At the same time, Branch feels like trash for hoping that. Every part of him yearns to see her again. He just isn’t sure with everything he’s learned that he could handle being around with her without breaking into a thousand pieces.

How is he supposed to act normal around her when he knows that they were in love? When he knows that he isn’t the same troll that she’s in love with? He’s bitter. He’s angry. He’s nothing like this happy troll that he’s read about in the scrapbooks. The one who is probably a million times more pleasant to be around than him.

And shouldn’t she have better things to do than come visit him? She is the queen after all. There must be hundreds of tasks that demand her attention at any given time. Visiting him really shouldn’t be a high priority.

He looks at the brown scrapbook that lays on his bedside table in all its poorly constructed glory. It’s the one scrapbook he’s read through the most, and it’s the one that he loathes the most. The whole scrapbook is one big reminder of what he’s lost. He wants to throw it into the garbage, light it on fire, tear it apart, anything to get rid of it.

The only thing stopping him is how much that scrapbook means to Poppy. As much as it is a reminds him of the life he doesn’t remember, it’s the only thing that Poppy has left of the one she lost. That scrapbook is the only thing left standing of the thoughts and memories of the troll that Branch was before. A troll that Branch knows he will never truly be again.

Thinking of what he’s heard about his life before, how much he changed, how much he healed. It feels like he walked a thousand miles only to wake up right back where he started. Simply thinking about the amount of effort it’s going to take to even be half of what Branch was before the accident is exhausting. How he did it once before is beyond him.

The door to Branch’s room opens. At first, he thinks it’s a nurse there to do some medical thing to him, so he doesn’t really look at who entered. “Hey, Branch!” Poppy says in an incredibly cheerful tone given the circumstances.

Hearing Poppy’s voice, Branch’s heart skips a beat. He looks at her, and he’s shocked at what he sees. She looks so tired. There are bags under her eyes that she’s clearly tried to hide with make-up. Her hair is in a ponytail like it usually is, but it’s so frazzled. He wonders if she got any sleep at all last night.

“Hey,” Branch says back. He notices that Poppy is holding two more tote bags. Both of them are filled to the brim, though they don’t seem to be as heavy as the scrapbook tote bag. “What’s in the bags?”

“They’re ‘Get Well Soon’ cards!” Poppy holds up one of the bags. Branch can see that they are filled with Get Well Soon cards of all different shapes and colors. There’s so many that it seems like there’s one from every single troll in TrollsTopia. “When people heard that you were in the hospital, they kept giving me cards so that I could give them to you!”

Branch has barely been in the hospital for over 24 hours. The fact that so many trolls thought to give him “Get Well Soon” cards is almost unfathomable. Sure, every time a troll ends up in the hospital they get quite a few. Mostly from their friends and family. But never are there usually this many, especially not so soon. “There’s seems to be a lot.”

“There are!” Poppy sits in the chair next to the bed. She pulls out a few cards from the bag and starts handing them to him. “This one’s from Viva, this one’s from Cooper, this one’s from Val. Oh! And this one is from Tiny Diamond!”

She hands Branch a card that is covered in silver glitter. Branch learned about Tiny from the scrapbooks. He’s Guy Diamond’s son. It’s strange to think about Guy Diamond as a father. Even stranger that Tiny doesn’t have another parent. Though he isn’t surprised to find out that Guy Diamond is Tiny’s only parent. If trolls have a big enough ego, they can make a kid all by themselves. And Guy Diamond definitely has more than a big enough ego.    

Branch looks at the other cards in the tote bags. There’s so many names that he doesn’t recognize. But he feels like even if he did have his memories, he still wouldn’t know most of these names. There’s no way he could have known so many trolls. Most of them are probably Poppy’s friends who know him via her.

Poppy digs through her bag. She pulls out a pink card covered in glitter. “I made this one for you!” Though that’s completely obvious to Branch. He’d be able to recognize her cards anywhere. After all, he’s kept every single card and invitation that she’s ever given him.

“Thanks.” Branch gently takes the card from her.

He looks at it. There’s a little cut out of Branch in a hospital bed. A little cut out of Poppy is dressed in a doctor’s outfit. The words “Get Well Soon” are on the top of the card. At the bottom of the card in Poppy’s cute handwriting is written, “I’ll be right by your side, no matter what! I love you!” with a little heart next to it.

Looking at the card, Branch wants to cry. Poppy’s cards have always drawn emotion from him. Mostly because she was the only one who bothered to invite him to anything. But this one feels so special. “I love you.” Those three words haven’t been said to him since his grandma died. And here is Poppy, the most special and wonderful troll of all time, telling him that she loves him.

“I mean what I wrote. I love you,” Poppy says. She takes Branch’s hand. “And it doesn’t matter what happens, no matter how hard you try to push me away, I will be right by your side through everything.”

Branch’s heart rate rises through the roof. The golden morning light streaming through the hospital room’s large window illuminates Poppy making her look like she’s sent straight from the heavens. With her being the only kind troll to him, she might as well be.  

As much as he loves Poppy, he doesn’t know if he can say “I love you” back. There’s too many emotions tied up in those words. Too many emotions that he doesn’t like dealing with. Saying that one three word phrase feels too vulnerable. It feels like there’s an army of bergens searching for him and he’s trapped in an open field. How is he supposed to express love when all he’s ever known when it comes to love is abandonment? And with what’s happened, it probably isn’t going to be too long before Poppy abandons him too.

Sure, she tells him that she’ll always be by his side, but how long can that last really? Because soon she’s going to realize that the Branch she knew and loved is gone and never going to come back. And when she does, she’s going to leave Branch behind and find some other better troll who is far more deserving of her. Someone who isn’t him.

“I know,” Branch says in response. That’s all he can say. Anything more and he’d say the wrong, hurting her. It seems like every word and every action that Branch takes now could end up hurting her. Maybe that’s all he’s capable of doing. Were they even a good couple before or did he constantly say the wrong thing and hurt her?

Even then it seems like his tepid response hurt her. Poppy’s smile drops a little. Not much but enough. Most trolls wouldn’t even notice the change, but Branch does. He’s seen the change in her smile when he’s turned down her invitations a hundred times before, usually being ruder than he should be. 

“Well, I also have great news!” Poppy says. Branch can tell that she’s trying really hard to continue being positive. The way her smile doesn’t fully reach her eyes. The strain in her voice. The way she’s using her free hand to fidget with her dress. It’s so unlike her. In fact, it’s so like him.

Oh, God. Has spending time with Branch brought Poppy down? Has he destroyed the one good thing in the world by simply being around her? He hopes not. He hopes that maybe Poppy is just having a couple of bad days. But she’s Poppy. She should never have bad days.  In fact, the only reason that she’s been having bad days is because of him. He really is bringing her down.

“What is it?” he asks, trying to sound calm and not at all freaked out by the revelation he just had.

“Bruce just arrived in TrollsTopia about an hour ago,” Poppy says.

Oh right, Spruce had changed his name to Bruce. Branch wasn’t really sure why he changed it, just that he did. But what Branch really doesn’t get is why would he come all the way here. From what he read in the scrapbooks, Bruce lives so far away and has so much going on in his life. Why would he bother to come visit Branch while he’s in the hospital when he didn’t bother to come back after their grandma died?

“Is he here? In the hospital?” Branch asks.

Poppy nods. “He’s here with the rest of your brothers.” She squeezes his hand. “You don’t have to see them if you don’t want to.”

There’s two sides to Branch right now. The side that is still a little kid sitting alone in his grandma’s pod staring at the door. Desperately wishing that his brothers would walk through it and end his loneliness. And the other side that’s an adult sitting alone in the bunker he designed for him and his brothers, filled with anger knowing that they never came back. Deciding that if they never wanted to see him again, then he never wants to see them again either.

But as conflicted as he is, he knows that he can’t avoid his brothers forever. Three of them live in the same village as him now, and it seems like two of them live in the bunker with him. They aren’t going to be easy to avoid. It’s probably the best that he sees them again in here where he can kick them out if they piss him off. “No, I want to see them,” Branch lies.  

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Credit for the original story goes to @simplydannie on tumblr she she writes cool fanfic go check her blog out!

Link to original story if you want to read it⬇️

😁ok now onto the story!

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Chapter 4

Clare hands the paper back to Sally. “Veneer told me before him and velvet got arrested another security guard took Kaiyo away from them!” She said to her. “I can probably guess who.” Sally puts her hands on her hips. “Kyle“ They both said in unison “but Kyle is the sweetest security guard towards children… he thought he was doing the right thing unless someone told him to take Kaiyo away from… oh DAMN IT MARK!” Clare screamed and huffed angrily.

“Well someone has to tell Kyle! Yes his heart was in the right place but what he did was just apart of a misunderstanding!” Sally furrowed her eyebrows “it’s not gonna be me!” Clare replied. “When it comes to the topic of children being purposely taken away when they don’t need to Kyle gets… a little sensitive.” Sally put her hand on her hip. “Importantly how are we gonna tell him…” Clare shrugged.

“We’ll slowly bring up the topic and go from there” Sally and Clare nod. “Who’s gonna start the conversation when we find him though?” They both think. “We will just think about that when we find him” Clare fidgeted with her sunglasses. “Okay that seems fair enough” Sally responds.

Eventually they both found Kyle finishing up on his lunch break. “Hey Kyle” Sally waves to him then sat across from him. Kyle the brunette haired rageon looked at them and smiled “hey” he replies “Kyle we.. um want to ask you something.” Clare said nervously as Sally took a deep breath.

“Ok so we know you love children obviously it’s a reason why you became a security guard to protect them…” Sally softly rubs the back of her neck “how would you feel… if a security guard took a kid away when it’s not really needed…” Clare smiles nervously as she asked. “Truthfully…. I would be pissed off! If the kids life is in danger in the situation or home the There in is the right time to take them away!” Kyle answered and raised his eyebrows.

“And if mark told you to.. take away a kid from a safe situation… how would you respond?” Clare asked again “i would say hell no! The kid is safe, loved, and not in any danger nor harm!” Kyle nods and crosses his arms “um… do you remember.. a kid named Kaiyo?” Sally bites down on her fingernails “if so… well I recently learned… that his older siblings are his legal guardians….”

Kyle dropped his chopsticks he was using as he was eating his sushi bowl “ex- excuse me what??” He shakes his head and leans closer to them. Sally shows Kyle the paper “it’s still valid… and we put two innocent people in jail/prison…” the male Rageon looked calm for about a few seconds before he himself took a deep breath “pardon my language… WHAT THE F**K! Ohhh just wait till I give Mark a talking too!” Kyle stood up and bared his teeth a bit.

He started to started to walk down to Marks office. “Should we stop him?” Clare asked Sally “I don’t see any rules saying we have to stop him” she puts her hands behind her back “your right!” Sally replied as she also stood up.

“Mark are you aware what you had me do? YOU MADE ME SEPARATE A LITTLE SIBLING AWAY FROM HIS OLDER SIBLINGS!” After Kyle went to Marks office he was just ranting. Mark rubs his temples as he tries too keep his cool. “Not this nonsense again…”

Kyle became quiet for a minute before yelling “YOU HAD US PUT 2 INNOCENT PEOPLE BEHIND BARS!!” The brown haired rageon looked at him before taking a step back. “My respect for you has vanished!” Kyle tells him.

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/With Kaiyo\

Floyd and his brothers decided to visit Kaiyo the young Mount rageon/troll hybrid they were chatting until… an argument broke out between Kaiyo and Clay!

“If you kept your mouth shut about veneer and velvets yachts they would still have them!” Kaiyo glares at Clay and shakes his head. “Just like how you still have some fancy jewelry!” Clay argued back.

“That’s different! My jewelry have sentimental value to me!” Kaiyo huffed. “At least velvet and veneer still have there mansion so that’s a positive” he added. “Yeah that’s a positive!” Clay sarcastically said. “Why can’t you FORGIVE my older siblings they feel incredibly sorry for what they did!” Kaiyo stood up from his seat “they KIDNAPPED Floyd” the little troll was getting annoyed at this point. “Why don’t we just take a step back and breathe.” Floyd said calmly trying to defuse the situation. “I will when Clay admits that I’m right!” Kaiyo points at Clay and glares at him again. “Oh so you are acting like a spoiled brat now!” Clay pushed Kaiyo’s hand away. “What did you just call me?!” Kaiyo bared his teeth and took a step closer.

“I called you a spoiled brat because you are one!” Clay repeated himself. “I’m not a brat!” Kaiyo yelled “yes you are!” The troll replied “no I’m not!” He said back “clay that was a bit harsh….” John Dory walked over to his brother “your getting angry at a kid!”

Kaiyo looks away from clay and puts his hands on his hips. “Very mature Kaiyo!” Clay said sarcastically again. “Guys did you hear something because I don’t hear anything!” He said ignoring clay. “Both of you should try to get along!” Branch intervened as he too was getting annoyed. “Once Clay admits I’m right I’ll apologize!” Kaiyo crossed his arms still facing away from Clay “no when Kaiyo admits I’m right for taking away velvet and veneers yacht!” Clay facepalms himself and tapped his foot waiting for Kaiyo to say something.

Ritz gently grabs clay by the back of his sweater and carries him out of the kitchen to the living room. “Seriously dude! What is your problem getting so angry at a 11 1/2 year old kid!” The blond hair rageon sighed then slowly and carefully on the coffee table. “But Kaiyo also kidnapped Floyd to-“ before clay could finish his sentence Ritz cut him off “But Kaiyo didn’t use Floyd’s talent!” He raised an eyebrow like if he was scolding Clay a little.

“Shouldn’t you be scolding Kaiyo not me!” Clay asked Ritz, Ritz started to chuckle a little “Kaiyo ignoring you was mature! I’m scolding you because you’re acting like a kid! So sit there and think about what you said!” Ritz walked back into the kitchen while clay sat down on the coffee table grumbling to himself.

~End of chapter 4~

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(Sorry it’s a few days late i might also post chapter 5 today to make up for making you guys wait for almost a week for chapter 4!)

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fic writer interview

Thank you @bitterflames for tagging me! this was fun <3

How many works do you have on AO3? currently 24

What’s your total AO3 word count? 189 321 words (more than I expected 👀)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Amour phew: 112 2. Mail from Ye Baiyi and other inconveniences: 107 3. Bed hair: 88 4. Lava Cake: 77 5. Rhythm of the night: 59 Lava cake is actually a surprise lol. I do not like this one very much.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! Even if it's just a comment with some hearts. I appreciate every interaction and I also know how it feels to create something for the void, that goes for commints too.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I'd say that's "Evening with an old friend". Or "keep me cold?" oh I forgot about "Puppet play". hmmm 🤔 XD you see, I wrote lots of angsty stuff ("point of no return" is surely the worst (tm), but it's a collage so I won't count it in)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? That's "A ghost in the neon light", I think, at least out of the dark fics.

Do you write crossovers? no, not a fan of it at all

Have you ever received hate on a fic? not really, I got one passive-agressive comment from the XiYao troll back then, but apart from that I only get nice comments. one benefit of writing niche things, I guess :P

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? me, an ace, writes smut surprisingly often XDDDD, but only non-explicit

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, that silly little fic "Bed hair" got translated to Spanish

Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, and I'm not sure if I could do that

What’s your all-time favorite ship? oh, I can't really answer that, I love them all <333 And I'm sure there will be new ones. But XueYao was always the easiest to write for me!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? hhhhhhhh ... I'll consider only the published WIPs, otherwise I'd have to cry XDDD "synchronize me with the night" is one of my faves and I really like to finish it someday :(((((

What are your writing strengths? that's a bit hard to say as an insider XDD I think I'm good at dialogues and I really like writing them, and my muse is a crack addict, so I thrive at funny things. otherwise ... I think I'm also good at being true to the original character traits even in a modern setting, but that's something others can judge better, I'd say

What are your writing weaknesses? to actually write of course, and also finishing things :)))) I mourn the times when I only wrote one-shots, but now I almost always get myself into multi chaps (multi as in no end in sight) - so I fall out of fandom until I can finish, or the lack of interaction gets to me, or something doesn't work out as I thought it would ... I deleted some unfinished fics that kept haunting me. it's sad, but I felt bad whenever I opened AO3

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? untranslatable things like suffixes are okay imo, and sometimes when two characters speak in a language that's foreign to the one from whose POV it's written for example, then it makes sense - otherwise I think it's not good for the reader's flow.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? SS-GB! that was before I fell into the cdrama trash bin

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? there are quite a few, I want to write something about the snow boys (as I call them XD) from My journey to you, Luo Mingxi/Linlang (Legend of Anle), mmmmmaybe Ning Yuanzhou/Yu Shisan (A journey to love), and I still haven't written Yuan Lang/Lize Palace Leader (Love and Redemption) even though they are very dear to me!!! they are so complicated and one of them doesn't have a name ffs :(

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? please don't make me choose between my children :))))))

tagging @moonstone-vibe @bitterfrosts @qinghe-s no pressure ofc and everyone else feel free to do it!

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @omgpurplefattie!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

78 😅

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

864,062 - this is apparently just a bit more than Gone With The Wind....twice. I don't know how to feel about this.

What fandoms do you write for?

The Untamed (I have also written a handful of fics for Word of Honor and a very tiny one-shot for Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty, but I'm definitely a CQL/MDZS author lol)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Need Tending - A very young, tiny Wangxian meet as children in Yunmeng and canon diverges sweetly from there.

Unexpected Solutions - LXC POV - What if the other sect leaders got to see the Burial Mounds instead of taking JGS's word for it that WWX was raising an army?

You Are Of Their Ilk - Sequel to You Need Tending, a LQR-centric fic examining what it's like to actually raise the Jades (and WWX) when he's got a Sect to run and parenting insecurities to overcome.

Plans To Make - A Wangxian-centric Time Travel Fix-it AU, technically the prequel fic to my first 3zun fic (in which the fixings-of-it have already been done and the post-canon, 5-years-in-seclusion Lan Xichen wakes up in the altered timeline wondering how the hell he has two husbands who are definitely not dead).

Professor Lan, Babysitter Extraordinaire - Modern AU Professor!LWJ spends an afternoon minding A-Yuan for Mature Student!WWX and is instantly charmed.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes! I used to respond to every single comment I got when I first started posting, but then I just got really overwhelmed and had to stop, and I've never picked up the habit again. If I feel particularly strongly about a comment or have something specific to say I'll try to respond, but otherwise I bask in them all silently (sorry, and I love y'all, I really do read every single comment I swear).

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Shadow's Call - An extremely depressed Lan Xichen is violently dragged out of his seclusion in the Hanshi 8 years post-canon by fierce corpse NieYao, who definitely aren't sentient at all but still somehow feel incomplete without their third.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Aside from The Shadow's Call all of my fics end happily!! I just can't do the depressing ones most of the time 😅 I think some of my favorite happy endings for various reasons, though, are The Sculptor, After Each Midnight Begins A New Day, anything in the Orville Peck Cinematic Universe, and anything from the 90's Strip Mall AU, Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center. (Everything in the last two especially is just pure feel-good fluff, not only the endings haha)

Do you get hate on fics?

Not anymore! The XiYao troll must have found something better to do so we can now like JGY in peace 😌

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I don't know what kind though 😅 the smutty kind? I don't really delve too deeply into kink or BDSM, and I don't write omegaverse or tentacles or anything all that creative; I just write what I would consider bog standard 'I'm ace and I understand people like doing this, I really hope the allos find this enjoyable to read' kind of smut. (Usually for me it's more about the emotional impact/character development use of it rather than the porn-y-ness of it, if that helps??)

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope! I like writing AU's of my favorite ships blended with other media I like, but not direct crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Вони — це ми/ They Are Us is a Ukrainian translation by sandbranco of 'They Are Us', El escultor By Eleanor_Fenyx is a Spanish Translation by ellieffect and KabiBaali of 'The Sculptor', and another Spanish Translation of 'The Sculptor' by GabyObando13. I'm always so flattered when someone likes something of mine enough to do such an incredible labor of love as translating it ❤

What's your all-time favorite ship?

3zun, my beloveds

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Plans To Make - In an ideal world I would finish this soon so I can stop being eaten up with low-simmering guilt about it (along with several other projects, let's be real), but the fact of the matter is that I never actually wanted to write the full fix-it for this universe in the first place. I started Lan Xichen's introduction into this universe after the fix-it has already happened partially because I find that dynamic of a depressed Lan Xichen suddenly partnered with a happily married NieYao really interesting, but also because I don't like all the tangled threads of a universe-wide fix-it and I knew I'd get way too bogged down in details to really enjoy it. That's exactly what's happened, and that's partially why the fic has been sitting so long without an update. I do really want to finish it one day, though.

What are your writing strengths?

I occasionally get comments praising my characterization/character voices, so hopefully that's one. I also like to think that I do a decent job with accurately communicating both relatable and not-quite-as-relatable experiences - queerness of various flavors, neurodivergence, strangely specific life experiences...I usually try to write what I know, and I'm always happy when it resonates with people in the ways that I'd hoped for while writing them.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I can get sooo long-winded, and I'm also kind of bad for setting up plotty bits in my longer fics that I never actually follow through on.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

The furthest I'll go is honorifics that I'm confident with using, I absolutely do not trust myself or any online translator to attempt whole lines of dialogue.

First fandom you wrote for?

BBC Sherlock - those fics are all orphaned now, though

Favorite fic you've written?

I'm going to choose three just because I can: After Each Midnight Begins A New Day (3zun), The Sculptor (Wangxian), and Main Objective : Destroy Yiling Laozu (Breath of the Wild AU, my beloved)

I'm going to tag: @little-smartass, @wei--wuxian, @scarlet-gryphon, @wishthatiwasnessiesgirl, @threephasebird, and anyone else who writes who wants to play!

[bough-25]

What kind of troll are you?

Continued of last post

All of them resurface and swim towards the shore and shake the water off themselves. "Well hot diggity dog! that was a good chase back there right Bough!?" Hickory says to Bough, who's still shaking the water off and puffs up. "Ya know that Mrs. Dawn is gonna get ya later on, Hickory." Bough responded back with a hint of sarcasm (only Hickory(and somehow Clay) known to was sarcastic)). Poppy got up and induced her and the others to both of them and asked them to help them find the Funk Trolls, before any of them said a word, Clay hopped in and asked if he could borrow Poppy real quick:

"Poppy, you don't know any of them especially the big scary werewolf-like troll, Are you sure we can trust them?" Clay quickly said to her "Clay, there is nothing to be afraid of and yes I trust them, Why? Because they are going to help us find Funk Trolls so we could ask for help, and besides he looks like you but just more scary and meaner looking than you." Clay couldn't get through Poppy's thick head and except it "sigh fine but if any one of them tries to hurt you two, I'm not thinking twice about hurting them." Clay's eyes slightly glow a hot pink color "Great then let's go" both turns and see a huge boat in front of them. All of them (except for Bough) were amazing and joyful that "Hopped on." Bough say "we don't have all day, Pops." And off they go.

Hours later, Bough was sitting on the edge of the boat and thinking about things (mostly about his people and his friends). He didn't notice Clay was quiet walking up to him and tapped his shoulder, Bough kinda jumped and his eyes quickly glowed pale red but faded away also Clay's eyes also glowed a pale pink and faded away as well

Clay: sorry if I spook you and I didn't know that your eyes can glow as well?

Bough: no worries and same here for you as well, I thought Pops' eyes don't glow like the others.

Clay: Oh! Well only some of us, the others can't, you know us Pops we are always happy and joyful 24/7.

Bough looks at Clay with curiosity

Bough: what the other emotions like sadness or anger?

Clay: well, the others don't like it if other emotions pop up.

Bough: * quietly chuckle* soooo who's the pink troll name

Clay looks behind see Poppy and returns to the conversation

Clay: hmm Oh that's Poppy, the Queen of the Pop trolls and my name is Clayton or Clay for short, what's your name?

Bough: the name, Bough and I'm the Head Leader of the Metal Trolls

Clay looks confused and also curious

Clay: Metal Trolls?

Bough: yup, we are closely related to the Hard Rock Trolls but more kind and peaceful trolls but who are built for fighting and protecting.

Clay was amazed and asked if any of his brothers were there but Bough snook his head no and said sorry I don't know any trolls with those names and he keeps an eye out for them and also why. Clay explained that he and his brothers are half Pop and metal and what he looks like this.

Bough was amazing to hear that a Pop troll and Metal Troll got together and had four children. True love he thought

They continue to talk about each other's hobbies, roles, and many more until Bough hears a familiar jazz musician (shit where did he put his gumdrops at)

[watfordgrimoire]

Creatures in the World of Mages

Aspssasin [WS 330]

Basilisks [WS 32]

Battering rams [AWTWB 39]

Brownies (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [WS 210]

Centaurs (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [WS 210]

Chimera [CO 5]

Counting sheep [WS 304]

Coyotes (can play poker) [WS 127]

Creek dryad [WS 160]

Demons (Do not talk to them; do not take their sweets; do not get in their vans; have to be summoned) (last demon entrapment case documented in 1800s) [AWTWB 18; 23]

Diphthong [WS 330]

Direhog [AWTWB 69]

Ditch Imp [WS 291]

Dolphins (Capable of speech) [WS 59]

Dragons (If dragons lose the use of a wing, the other dragons will kill it) [AWTWB 74]

Dryads (Hair “like moss” and dress “like one of those manga girls with the Victorian books and the umbrellas”) [CO 98]

Either/orcs [AWTWB 140]

Elf [WS 186]

Ent (Can be made of multiple types of trees; do not have faces; speak human languages; can engulf people in their bark) [AWTWB 205-207]

Fairies (live beyond the “fairy fog” in their own realm; have green wings that “shimmer in the moonlight”) [AWTWB 283; 569]

Fauns (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [CO 173]

Flibbertigibbets (Only takes two or three to kill a magician; make you lose your mind) [CO 113]

Fomorian (Chaos demon; Irish) [WS 138]

Fox Spirit [AWTWB 274]

Gargoyles [AWTWB 569]

Genie (Live in lamps; two rules - “You can’t wish for more wishes, and I don’t fuck with demons”) [AWTWB 141]

Ghost (translucent not white) [CO 79]

Ghoul [WS 127]

Giants (eat babies; hibernate for years at a time; have to be zoned for; have their own language; “Gog & Magog: World Tour 1993) [AWTWB 167; 169; 207; 207; 563]

Giant Eagle (there is a whistle that supposedly summons one) [WS 311]

Gnomes [AWTWB 207]

Goats of Watford (Have wings; protect Watford’s existence; only respond to select magic) [AWTWB 214-215; 340]

Goblins (green skinned; red lipped; handsome; can wear disguises; goblin who brings Simon Snow’s head back gets to be king; their gear is always cursed) [AWTWB 51; 53]

Gryphon (Conspiracy theory that the government is manufacturing them; give live birth) [WS 330; AWTWB 192; 447]

Gun demon (American only) [WS 127]

Harmadillos (not native to UK)

Harpies [AWTWB 146; 569]

Heffalump (Extinct) [WS 188]

Hell hounds (three heads; kept as pets) [AWTWB 307]

Hinkypunk [WS 160]

Imps (do not like to be confused with demons; make deals for children; play impdice) [AWTWB 369]

Jackalope (capable of speech) [WS 161]

Judas goats [AWTWB 39]

Lay-witch [WS 264]

Leach [WS 127]

Leprechauns (their gold disappears if you try to give it to other magicians) [CO 9]

lllamas (only one herd outside of South America owned by Malcom Grimm-Pitch) [AWTWB 39]

Loch Ness monster [AWTWB 565]

Magickal bees [Snow For Christmas 241]

Magickal swans (live in Oxford) [AWTWB 565]

Mermaids (can spread STIs between species; can have intercourse with humans; reproduce through fertilizing eggs) [AWTWB 184; 369-371]

Merwolves (do not like silver; blood takes like “gamy motor oil”; removed from Watford by Niamh) [AWTWB 317; 575]

Minotaur (Professor Minos; half-man half bull) [CO 81]

Mustkrat maiden (trick humans into trapping them so they can trade skins; have a thin layer of skin, both physically and emotionally) [AWTWB 204-205]

Nar-do-whal (one discovered in the Watford moat) [WS 329]

Ne’er-do-wolves [CO 132]

Night mares [AWTWB 39]

Nixies [WS 262]

Numpties [CO 132]

Otters with wings [AWTWB 184]

Paindeer [AWTWB 77]

Pegasus (Wings have “soft-white feather tipped with sky blue”) [AWTWB 109]

Pithbulls [WS 298]

Pixies (smell unique) (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [WS 210; AWTWB 25]

Prairie mog (American only) [WS 127]

Red devil [WS 139]

River spirit [WS 215-218]

River Phoenix (extremely rare) [AWTWB 150]

Sasquatch [WS 210]

Sea witches [AWTWB 496]

Sirens (can live in wells in America) [WS 127]

Sphinx [WS 162]

Spider-women (eight eyes; at least thirty fingers; four tongues; three hands) [AWTWB 248-249]

Spite sprite [WS 139]

Three headed snakes (can be killed by chopping off all three heads) [AWTWB 421-422]

Trolls [WS 329]

Unfairy [WS 204]

Unicorns (only capable of making small talk; can live on farms) [WS 58]

Vampires (need an invitation to enter every building; dislike the sun; need food and blood to survive; do not get sick; heal quickly; only immortal if they consume human blood; legal to kill them; Open signs and welcome mats allow vampires in) [AWTWB 59; 68; 285]

Vampire King [WS 290]

Venomous crested wood foul [Fangirl 101]

Were-adactyl (WS 139)

Were-pole-cat (live in surfeits) [WS 137-144]

Were-skunk [AWTWB 9]

Werewolves (After exposure, people must be quarantined due to the lupin virus; can be vaccinated against the lupin virus) [AWTWB 158]

Wosegers (worse version of badger) [CO 131]

Wraith [WS 127]

[footnotesandendings]

fic writing meme, tagged by @seascribbling

How many works do you have on ao3? 561. One or two of them are art, I think.

What’s your total ao3 word count? 2,853,829

What fandoms do you write for? Whatever catches my attention tbh.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Rootsong (Guardians of the Galaxy); 2,540 / close my fist around something delicate (Ted Lasso); 2,332 / Special Seminar in Romantic Comedy (Community); 1,850 / Colder Weather (Hockey RPF); 1,618 / stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller all the time (Ted Lasso); 1,418

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? No; very specific anxiety things.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I think I usually write endings that are either happy or neutral/open-ended. Probably some of the Battlestar Galactica ones have dark endings given the canon.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? There are many of them where everyone is happy at the end.

Do you get hate on fics? I haven’t in a while. There was an era of hockey RPF fandom with a really cruel troll but that was a long time ago now. They’re why I still keep comments locked to logged in users only, though.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes; all of it.

Do you write crossovers? Occasionally but not often.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I’m aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, it’s a very nice feeling.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, it’s a nice treat.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I love all of my children equally.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have so many, going back to bandom and possibly even beyond that. I’ll never go back to any of them most likely.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and setup.

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It’s difficult to do well.

First fandom you wrote for? Boondock Saints. Twincest even at the beginning.

Favorite fic you’ve written? I love! All of my children! Equally!

[theleakypen]

20 Questions: Writer's Edition

Tagged by @guqin-and-flute!

Q&A under the cut:

How many works do you have on AO3? 151 as of this morning. Dang!

What's your total AO3 word count? 191,595. Hey not bad~!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 21 if you separate out the MDZS adaptations, 19 if you don't. They are: The Untamed, MDZS, Nirvana in Fire, Arcane: League of Legends, Guardian, The Arcana (Visual Novel), Leverage, MDZS Cartoon, All For The Game - Nora Sakavic, Handsome Siblings (TV 2020), Children of the Consortium series - Cathy McCrumb, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Venom (Marvel Movies), Me and AU (Podcast), Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells, The Locked Tomb Series - Tamsyn Muir, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, Goncharov (1973) - beelzeebub, Thor (Movies), The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells, and Cris Tales (Video Game)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Yunmeng In-Laws - CQL - cowritten with @iamwestiec - far ahead of every other fic by a LOT 2. pity the fool (who falls in love with you) - CQL/MDZS - cowritten with @iamwestiec and @spacewitchbot 3. A Fruitful Correspondence - CQL - cowritten with @iamwestiec (are you sensing a theme?) 4. The Grieving of the Bones - MDZS 5. What I've failed I will not unknow / What has failed me is not yet unknown - CQL

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? I think it's a tie between my two Mo Xuanyu fics — but now my ink's blood red not black and The Door Won't Open — although Give a Comb, Take a Kiss and The River Styx is high and wide are both close thirds.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Like Guq, most of what I write tends to be short fluffy one-shots, so, like, most of them? But if I had to pick one, maybe this post-canon polyamorous triple drabble for Nirvana in Fire is it.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the weirdest one you’ve written? I do! I've written several! I think the silliest is probably my Untamed/Me & AU crossover where the crossover is actually with Selkirk, the fake TV show that the Me & AU characters are into.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do! It's usually pretty nonstandard in some way or another? Fierce corpses, eldritch or otherwise monstrous characters, ace & trans characters, kinky stuff, not much of a focus on penetrative sex for the most part (not that I haven't written penetrative sex, mind)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, though not on any particular schedule. I will reply either right away or months later, and there's not any method to which it will be XD

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Only once but it was that Xiyao troll that was going around being an ass to everyone who writes even a smidge of non-negative xiyao, so it didn't really bug me. I've received some "well actually" style comments as well, which are more annoying.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I fucking hope not! XD;;;

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! And a poem, too!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ahaha I sure have! See above -- my most popular fics are all cowritten ones.

What’s your all time favourite ship to write for? Well, according to my AO3 stats, it's a tie between SongXiao and ChengQing (9 fics each), although WangXian and platonic Yunmeng Shuangjie are in second place (7 fics). I think WangXian suffers from the "background canonical ship" effect in my fics, though, for the most part. But honestly, I like a lotta weird lil rarepairs so the 151 fics I've posted up on AO3 so far are mostly all one-offs.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? But, After All, I Am A Wen my beloved 😭😭😭 I'm trying, I swear.

What are your writing strengths? I think I write good dialogue! I also think I'm pretty darn good at, like, interior character work? IDK how to phrase that. But, like, conveying shit about a character's psychology in a show-don't-tell sort of way. I hope.

What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing the damn thing. ;-; Also anything that involves choreographing bodies in space absolutely destroys me. Fight scenes, sex scenes, dance scenes... I struggle.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I like it if it's done smoothly! In my own writing it varies a lot how much I insert from languages other than English, and my reasoning is mostly about flow and tone.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? In a notebook never shared with anyone I think it was Irene Radford's Dragon Nimbus series, where I think I inserted a unicorn character? First thing I ever shared online was a Yugioh fic where I inserted a dragon shapeshifter character. (I have since removed it from the internet.)

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? Uhhhhh. How can I possibly pick??? I like most of them! I still go back and reread a bunch of them for my own pleasure :)

If you see this and you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged!

[annjensenbooks-blog]

Never forget what you post may be your last words.

I've restarted this post several times and now am at the F-it stage so forgive my strange rambling.

Several months ago, my ex-husband and father of my two teenage children died of a heart attack at the age of 49. My son, who is on the autism spectrum, was staying with him at the time and called me in a panic. My daughter and I drove as quickly as possible and the three of us were present while EMTs tried unsuccessfully to save his life. To say I have large feelings on the event would be an epic understatement.

I'll save talking about the impacts from that day for other posts. What is relevant to what I want to say today is what was on his computer screen at the moment of his death:

"The pain in my jaw and chest is so bad I barely slept last night. I've done some research and am sure that I have TMJ. This is a nightmare. The f-ing medical system is an expensive joke designed to suck our money out. "

There were several friends sympathizing with his pain and agreeing that medical care was too inconvenient and expensive. Which he responded to with...

"I'm glad I took those EMT classes or I would right now be wasting thousands of dollars on going to the hospital thinking I was having a heart attack or stroke."

That was three hours before his death and as far as I can tell the last thing he said to anyone. From the autopsy he'd been having a heart attack for an extended period of time. From what I've read he might have survived if he'd gotten treatment right away. Those are the facts as I know them. Now here is what I have to say after months of grief, anger, and frustration.

What the F*C%!

If you even think you are having a medical emergency, don't stall or let money concerns stop you from calling 911. Our country has laws for emergency rooms that mean they can't turn you away. Your continued life is worth risking having a debt you might not be able to pay. This is especially important if you have family or children who will be devastated by your death.

Ok I'll admit, I became his ex-wife for many, many reasons so take what I'm going to say with a grain of salt. His last post was frustrating but that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was extremely active on social media advocating for trans/gay rights, socialism, and homeless rights. On the surface all of those seem like positive things but what I'm really struggling with the fact that a man I once loved left behind a legacy of online hate and vitriol.

He was a troll. He would find people who opposed his views and go after them with personal and vicious attacks. Instead of posting the informed and well thought out arguments I know he was capable of he would stoop to name calling and petty insults. He saw it as his mission to go after anyone not on the extreme left with the same tactics as people on the extreme right use only in reverse.

If you haven't guessed yet I don't agree that hate speech or attacks in any direction is productive. Differing opinions and values are an important part of our freedom as Americans. I do hate that in the sound bite society we live in basic human respect is often ignored in favor of shock value. My favorite quote from one of the smartest women I've ever heard speak is "When they go low, we go high."

In the online world it seems like everyone feels that they need to not only share their opinions but defend them with a vigor that can only be compared to ancient gladiators. The shelter that being behind a computer has brought out the worst in people and I really wish that before hitting 'send' that people might stop for a minute and ask, "What if these were my last words to the world?"

My children in their grief scoured social media to preserve anything they could of their father. Unfortunately, they were shocked by a lot of what they found. Because he didn't set his privacy settings on his posts or keep his more extreme activities off the public forums instead of being remembered as the intelligent educated man he was, his children looked back on his words and only saw the anger.

As an author my books will live on and while some of the characters may share my morals and views what I write is fiction. I don't want this to be all that is known about me. This blog is going to be about the woman behind the words, not the perfect image that most people put on social media but the gritty truth. I'm going to write about my struggles and thoughts from the past, present and eventual future. One day I hope my kids will read this and understand who I am and be proud.

Disclaimer:

If you found this by searching specifically for me your internet-fu is strong or the AI searching gods are scary

Yes, this is the blog of the author Ann Jensen

No, this will not be curated content about releases or what I'm working on (www.annjensenwrites.com has that stuff)

This Blog is my therapy and a journal of my rants/raves/realizations about life.

Read/enjoy/hate at your own risk because it's not for you it's for me.

If you go back and read my old posts, you will be very confused by this content because I haven't posted in years (I forgot I had an account).

Why not start a new blog you ask?

Because I'm Lazy

I don't want to lose the old content (It makes me nostalgic)

This post is a new beginning for me on this platform. I plan to tell stories from my life, share some lessons I've learned and hopefully work out some pent-up anger and grief.

[teenmomcentral]

Teen Mom alum Kailyn Lowry clapped back at a troll that compared her to Nick Cannon after she welcomed twins in November 2023.

The drama began when Kailyn, 31, took to TikTok on February 10 to reveal some of the names she considered giving son Verse and daughter Valley. While many fans took to the comments section to share their opinions on the monikers, one person took the opportunity to compare the number of children Kailyn has to Nick, 43. The twins mark the former reality star’s sixth and seventh children, while the Masked Singer host is the proud father to 12 kids.

Responding to Kailyn’s comment in the caption that she wished she “could use all of these names,” the social media user wrote, “[You’re] the female Nick Cannon so it works.” Kailyn then slammed the fan for their lack of originality by sarcastically replying, “Good one. I’ve never heard any other insult like it before.”

Kailyn announced that she and boyfriend Elijah Scott were expecting twins just two weeks after she shocked fans by revealing she secretly gave birth to baby No. 5 in October 2023. She gave birth in November 2023, though did not confirm the arrival of the babies until January.

In addition to Verse and Valley, the Delaware resident shares sons Isaac with ex Jo Rivera, Lincoln with ex-husband Javi Marroquin, Lux and Creed with ex Chris Lopez, and Rio with Elijah, 25.

Kailyn clapped back at the comparison to Nick after she made it clear that she is done having kids. “No more pregnancy, no more pregnancies, no more surprise pregnancies, unplanned pregnancies, pregnancy, surrogacy, none of it. It’s all done. The chapter of motherhood will be closing as far of baby-making, but I’m excited for my kids,” she said during the November 3, 2023, episode of her “Barely Famous” podcast.

The MTV alum continued to insist that she won’t have any more children by explaining that doctors “cut [her] tubes out” when she gave birth to the twins. ‘This is taking f–king forever,” she said during a January episode of “Barely Famous.”

Elijah then confirmed that the tube removal happened, noting that he was by her side at the hospital. “You literally came to and said, ‘I want to see my tubes,’ as they were taking the tubes out,” he recalled before Kailyn revealed she saw her tubes after the surgery was complete.

The mother of seven said she was happy with her decision to not have more kids, though admitted she second-guessed having the procedure. “When I was signing the paperwork for the tubes, they were like, ‘You could have [side effects].’ In the side effects they include regret,” she told her listeners. “I was like, ‘Oh, seven kids, I would never regret this.’ I would be lying if I didn’t have quick glimmers of thought [afterward].”

“I feel done. I don’t regret it. But also, if I did not get my tubes taken out and got pregnant again it would not, like … it wouldn’t have upset me,” Kailyn continued. “But I’m, like, done. We were done. We made that decision before [the twins were born].”