#sparrow thoughts

[sparrowrye]

Give me a male villain and female hero that are enemies NOT because she broke his heart or because he's romantically obsessed with her. Give me a dynamic that is based entirely on simple hatred for each other.

He hates her because she's strong and foils his plans no matter how careful he is.

She hates him because he's condescending, charms people into blindly following him, and because she can never catch him no matter how many times she ruins his plans.

A male x female dynamic doesn't always have to involve romantic feelings. Put them both on the same level and watch them struggle to physically and strategically overcome each other

Don’t make them get together, either.

Give me companionable enemies.

[sparrows-house]

Vox knew Alastor wasn’t dead

I was rewatching Hazbin and realized that Vox says, “Alastor came back and he is with Lucifer’s daughter…”

CAME BACK

If he thought Alastor was dead, he would’ve said something like ‘Alastor is alive and he is with Lucifer’s daughter…’

This means he knew Alastor disappeared on purpose. Is it tied to their falling out?

Just saying, what a cute head cannon that two sworn enemies were once best friends and still keep each other’s secrets 🥰

[sparrowrye]

Tumblr is the ONLY well known social media platform that uses one-way communication. There’s no engagement, no return chatter, just shouting into the void.

This is how communication first started - just broadcasting to the masses on TV and radio. Social media changed that because it encouraged two-way communication. The share information and receive feedback from the audience is what makes social media what it is

But Tumblr, for some odd reason, is more on the side of one way NOT two way. And to be completely honest…I’m not sure why

It makes me wonder if Tumblr’s algorithm is focused on seeing posts ONLY from who you are following. I don’t often see new posts from people I don’t follow and I constantly see the SAME damn post on my feed every time I log in. Give me variety please. I want to discover new people

Just my two cents as an author who thrives on reader feedback…the void is cold

"tumblr's the only social media without algorithms!" "you can still be anonymous on tumblr!" "tumblr's so nice because you don't have to show your face!" WRONG tumblr is special because you can have 3000 followers and still get an average of seven likes a post. i'm doing stand up comedy at a packed venue and one person is laughing

[sparrowrye]

Sometimes I forget that Alastor is ridiculously tall...guys I'm 5'6 and he’s 7’

I'm not even at his shoulder height...this man is terrifying

[sparrowvei]

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I need to write here more often but like actually.

Anyway, I had a nightmare last night. It was vivid, felt real, took forever, and emotionally visceral.

Nothing groundbreaking in terms of the contents of the dream. Standard "evil authority high school" dream, coupled with an escape sequence.

(Upon clicking Read More, several cutscenes will play in sequence.)

So I was in this school. Clearly a high-school kind of setting, and I was probably in either Junior or Senior year. 16-17 age range here. Dream started right smack dab in the middle. I'm in a hallway, and the very first thing I notice is that water isn't allowed for students. Like, at all. Like, water is treated as contraband during the school day kind of thing. I sit in a classroom after discussing how bullshit this actually is with someone else, and people are sneaking drinks of water when they think staff isn't watching.

Anyway, I'm in this classroom. The teacher in charge of this class is eerily reminiscent of my worst, most hated math teacher from 9th grade. Subconsciously, I knew what to expect, even if the dream-class wasn't math adjacent. We had to copy this essay thing on a tiny whiteboard in the corner above the door. I can't read it from my seat, which is in the opposite corner in the back. Time to finish this essay is something ridiculous like 5 minutes or something. I obviously don't finish.

Teacher comes by to inspect. I don't remember exactly how the exchange went, but it came to the idea of me saying that the whole thing was bullshit, including the "no water" rule. I get up and walk out, but not before spraying some water from a concealed water bottle at the whiteboard essay. The teacher is following me of course, to set out some kind of punishment and make an example of me. But she (an elderly woman, I remember her vividly) follows me unnaturally calmly. Like, all the way to the exit of the school.

I've very clearly had it with this entire school and its bullshit, and I'm just planning on walking out, thinking that legally, they can't do a damn thing to me. As I get to the front door, the teacher has been following me and talking very calmly. Before I can leave, she hits what is clearly a panic button, and even though I know exactly what that means, she still tells me (with an uncharacteristic-to-her-real-life-counterpart giggle, that stuck with me) that the cops would deal with me.

I leave, she's still following me, I see another student arrive in a pickup truck. I'm begging and pleading for my life (because police are now involved, naturally I'm afraid for my life) to have this guy take me off campus and somewhere I can hide. Home feels like a bad idea, because the school would obviously have my address on record. But I can't think of anywhere else to go, so I have the student drop me off at a payphone (those exist in this dream-world apparently, but I remember it clearly) so I can call my mother or older sister and figure out what to do.

A timeskip happens, because, dream. At this point, I should mention I had a previous dream about some kind of amalgamate "house" that my mother and older sister have and we all live together in. The previous dream this night (because my sleep is perpetually broken, but I fell back asleep super quickly this time) was us in this house, kind of a nothing-burger of a dream, I think my sister got a new custom PC or something, IDK. I was exploring the house, so I knew the details of it.

Anyway, timeskip to me back home. In previous-dream's amalgam house. I guess I called my sister, because I had to explain all of this to my still-sleeping mother, that the school was after me. I told her to not let anyone in, you haven't seen me, etcetc. And I hide. For hours. I'm in this weird not-dresser kind of cubby hole under my mother's bed, piling clothing in front of myself to be as concealed as possible.

It gets a little hazy from here, since the dream is winding down and I'm beginning to feel like I'm about to wake up. (Yep, this was a lucid dream!) Two times, I hear the headmaster of this school (middle aged man, deep voice but not imposing, not anyone I seem to know) come by, talk to my mother, and then leave. His voice gives a calm, eerily calm nature just like my teacher. It really comes off as a cult to my kind-of-waking-up brain, now that I think about it.

The teacher then comes by. This makes three visits by the school within the span of (in universe) like 4 hours or something. The headmaster did not find me, but the teacher did. I just tell her to leave. Technically, in verse, I recognize she's breaking the law, and has no grounds to take me back to the school. She makes some vague threat, but I threaten to expose this school for its "No Water Allowed" rule, and… then it gets fuzzy enough as I'm basically waking up completely.

I just know that my mother and older sister in this dream were firmly in the "fuck off" camp towards school staff, once I told my side of the story. They sure as hell were not accommodating towards school staff. And the dream didn't end with me going back, so we "won" I guess.

Like I said, the dream itself isn't scary in a bubble. But the atmosphere, the almost-but-not-quite Stepford Smiler teachers (Not brainwashed or programmed, but also super cult-creepy) and how emotional it all felt in the moment, combined with how vivid it was and how long it took, it just shook me I guess.

…

Then there's the other nightmare, before the amalgamate-house dream. Same vibe, chased by an authority figure, but it's like a boss type person at a shitty retail job, and ended with me getting some sweet Skyrim weapon that shot lightning (it was a 1h hammer but Our Mjolnir Is Different) so it got silly enough to not stick with me beyond me remembering it like right now.

[the-sparrows-providence]

imagine after the Riko Roast the Foxes just start saying “you know, I get it,” at any minor inconvenience or annoyance. It becomes their new team-wide inside joke. Nicky burns his toast and just looks at the toaster, “you know, I get it.” Dan and Allison talking with each other about an annoying prof, “you know, I get it.” Matt locks himself out of the room, “you know, I get it.”

Neil being annoyed/embarrassed by it only encourages them to do it more and they start dropping it all the time. Andrew says it to Aaron every chance he gets. Practice basically stops when Kevin finally says it for the first time after everyone keeps fumbling the new drill. Dan even catches Wymack saying it while on the phone with Andritch. The new freshmen have no idea where it came from but eventually they start using it too.

And when Neil finally gets fed up with someone else and uses it again a year and a half later at another banquet or event, the team dissolves into an uproar like they just won championships.

[sparrowrye]

The irony is that I was on Wattpad in middle school but didn’t even touch Twitter, then I was on Tumblr before I even considered publishing on A03

And yeah…this statement checks out

[journalofabird]

What happened to the other 36 children that were born on October 1st 1989?

Why is Reginald Hargreeves an alien?

Why did Abigail say "Thanks for protecting me on the moon" to Luther?

Why was Jennifer inside a squid?

What happened to Sloane when all the others got to another timeline?

Without the comics, there are still so many questions left unanswered in the umbrella academy show itself.. and it's driving me crazyyy

[lordchickooon]

is this anything

[leafatlaw]

I really like devotions because, it’s like: Imagine if your soulmate and you never agreed on anything. Ideologically opposed on every topic but bound by the red string of fate. Imagine if you and your other half lived on opposite sides of the battle field. If you killed eachother more than you held eachother. Soulmates but in the way your sword is drawn to his chest. Like a knife to his back. If “I’m sorry” was more common than “I love you”.

And still you were made for eachother.

[kacievvbbbb]

You know what I think is really fucked up is that this Ben obviously misses his siblings, his academy, soooo much and the narrative just..... doesn't care.

Whatever their problems were they were his siblings, his family and he watched them all die terrible tragic deaths before they ever got a chance to escape the clutches of their abusive father. And now he's stuck with this group who is insistent on seeing him as an asshole version of their ben that they and the narrative kinda act like his family never existed and that is so fucked up and such a missed opportunity.

[sparrowrye]

This. This is literally how I determine if I’m successful or not.

Which is why @jgabriel1920 snippet of his OC in my Demi Demon series was so SO amazing and why I have it taped to my closet door.

Find the post HERE

reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

[hanasnx]

he’s calling you duchess while you ride it. breathing out in that hurried and pleasured babble, “anything you want, anything for you, duchess,” while his ringed fingers are clutching the bunched skirt at your waist to help you bounce along

[sparrowrye]

I think my favorite thing about having my work published on Wattpad are the reactions from readers to my Mandatory Breaks. Let me show you.

For reference, people binge-read/doomscroll on Wattpad. So after I complete a story, I make chapters telling people to take care of themselves.

[oken-art]

I've been blessed to draw this little comic from this quote post the amazing @nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings wrote! just loved it so much haha!

[sparrowrye]

Honesty…writing fanfiction is the only way I’ve ever managed to finish an entire story/novel

What people expect when I say I’m a writer: writing a whole novel

What I actually do: get into a fandom or come up with an original idea, go to sleep every night thinking of the story, make imaginary scenarios and Pinterest boards, make Spotify playlists, and finally sit down to write it out 2 months later only to get another idea and abandon the story. Repeat the cycle.