#yes i am angry about this. so very very angry

[writerslittlelibrary]

Sharing a safehouse

masterlist

summary: after a mission gone wrong, you and Natasha are forced to lay low in a small safehouse somewhere in the countryside of England. It’s small, uncomfortable, and you��ve never been able to really connect with Natasha during your time on the team. what happens when you and Natasha are basically forced to connect?

pairing: Natasha x teen reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

words: 1645

a/n: I would like a standing applause for the fact that I am posting another fic in the span of a month. it has happened. the apocalypse has struck 

also, have I written this trope before? yes, yes I have. will I be writing this trope again? yes, yes I will

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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The silence is unbearable. It’s not like you were against the quiet, on the contrary. You liked  a calm, quiet environment to work and relax. No, it was the quiet with Natasha that you couldn’t bear. 

You and Natasha never were the best team, mainly because it seemed Natasha just didn’t want anything to do with you. 

You didn’t blame her, truly, you didn’t. You weren’t afraid to admit you were a pretty odd kid. You liked stuffed animals, cartoons, and sometimes, when you were certain no one was watching, you’d open your drawer and take out your dolls. 

It wasn’t like you got to have any fun things when you were a child, and something as simple as a doll would have been harder to acquire than literal gold. 

You weren’t shy about admitting you had a fucked up childhood, and you weren’t shy to be watching Winx Club in the living room of the Avengers compound. It was funny, really, how at first Sam made fun of you, yet slowly started to get more and more invested to the point he would ask you when you were going to start the next episode. 

He was a total Winx Club fan now. 

The rest of the team seemed to pretty much ignore your childish side. Not in a rude manner, but rather in an uninterested manner. They didn’t think you were weird, and you liked it that way. 

Natasha, however, wasn’t at all holding back when she saw you watching a cartoon or coloring at the table.

It wasn’t like she’d get angry, but she would walk away, or give you a look like you were vermin. 

You never quite understood where her disdain for you came from. She was your favourite superhero, yet she treated you like dirt under her shoe. She wasn’t gentle when making her comments, either. 

Sometimes, when you were drawing, she’d make a comment about how you were far too old for such things, and while you were watching a cartoon she’d scoff like you were insane. 

It was a literal cartoon, not the end of the world. 

You had gotten pretty good at ignoring her antics over the past year, but you couldn’t deny that they still stung. Why did she despise you breathing so much?

At the moment, Natasha was caught up in writing her mission report while you were curled up on the couch, which doubled as the bench for the table and the bed you would be sleeping in. 

Tony was fucking loaded. Why the hell was this safehouse a literal trailer?

You were reading Rainbow Magic; Ruby, the Red Fairy. Occasionally, you’d glance up from your book, and you’d catch a glimpse of Natasha’s disapproving stare before she’d continue working. 

Okay, fine, maybe bringing the Rainbow Magic series wasn’t the most strategic plan with such a fairytale hater, but who could blame you? Those fairy books were actually very enjoyable. 

You ignored Natasha’s judgement, finishing your book before you got up, walking to the small cupboard and pulling open the doors.

Expecting for some form of entertainment in this trailer was clearly too much to ask. 

The cupboard didn’t hold much, safe for a few spiders and a bucket of cleaning supplies that looked to be at least two-hundred years past their expiration date. 

And then, at the far top shelf, you could see a chessboard peeking out amongst the shelves.

You had to stand on the tips of your toes to reach it, but you got it. 

By now, Natasha had finished her mission report and was studying your every move. Of course, you caught up to her staring almost immediately, and you turned to face her while holding up the chess board. 

“Do you play?” 

Natasha frowned, before sighing and giving you a singular nod. Well, more excitement was clearly too much to ask. 

Natasha leaned forward, clearing the table of her papers and reaching for your book. She half expected her to just throw it on top of your bag in the corner, and you were more than surprised when she picked it up gently and handled it with much more care than you thought her to be capable of. 

When the table was cleared, you put the chess board down, handing Natasha the box that the white pieces were stuffed in. 

“I’m always black,” Natasha said while frowning at the colour of the pieces in the box. 

“Sure.” You passed the box with the black pieces to Natasha while arranging the white pieces on your own playing field. 

Once all the pieces were put in place, Natasha made the first move, to which you immediately responded by putting her piece back in its place. 

“White starts,” you mention as you make your own move.

Natasha huffs but doesn’t protest, instead moving her own pieces to defend against your attack. 

The game continued far into the night, and after playing for nearly three hours, you finally made your last move, trapping Natasha in a check-mate. 

“I let you do that,” Natasha says before rearranging her own pieces. 

“Sure you did,” you respond before placing your own pieces back on the board. 

“Don’t you have to go to bed? It’s far past your bedtime,” Natasha asks, glancing at the clock on the whole. 

“I don’t have a bedtime,” you remark, making your move with the chess piece. 

“You act like a child, yet you don’t go to bed on time?” 

To your surprise, you didn’t hear any judgement in Natasha’s tone. Just pure confusion. A genuine question not meant to insult you. You didn’t expect that. 

You look up at her, frowning before shrugging. 

“Can’t sleep. Nightmares,” you say, counteracting Natasha’s move by blocking her piece. “And even if I wanted to, we’re sitting on my bed.”

As if the evening wasn’t surprising enough, Natasha lets out a huff of amusement. 

“We can share the big bed. It’ll help with the nightmares,” she suggests. 

“Why?” you ask, keeping your eyes on the game in the hopes of preventing awkward eye contact. 

Natasha shrugs. “I dunno know. Another presence helps with preventing nightmares or something. There’s a study on it.”

“No, I mean why are you so nice? Why offer to share your bed with me when you normally can’t even stand to share the same room?”

At that, Natasha looks up, a hint of guilt mixed into her usual calm facial expression. 

“It’s not personal,” she says, moving her chess piece. 

“Then what is it? You’ve barely shared one conversation with me since I joined a year ago.”

“You’re a child,” Natasha suddenly says after a moment of silence. There’s venom in her voice, yet you can feel it isn’t directed at you. 

“You should be able to play with your dolls without having to feel the need to hide, and you should be able to go to school and make friends and stupid decisions. You shouldn’t live in a compound with superheroes and fight super villains weekly. You are a child, and you should be able to be one.” 

You fall silent for a moment, shocked at her revelation of knowing about your dolls, and shocked at the amount of emotion hidden under her confession. 

“You don’t hate me?”

Natasha’s head shoots up, tears glistening in her eyes. 

“Hate you? What ever gave you the impression that I hate you?”

You shook your head. “You avoid me, you scoff wherever I’m drawing or watching something in the common room. It feels like you judge me, daily.”

At that, Natasha’s facial expression softens, and her expression turns glum.

“I never meant for you to feel like you were in the wrong, and I am so sorry for that. I wasn’t judging you, I was judging the situation you’re in.” Natasha inhaled a sharp breath, turning back to the chess board and making another move. 

“Fury gave you a choice. Either prison, or joining the Avengers. You never even did anything wrong. You were just a child, graced with powers that no one understood and everyone feared. You didn’t deserve prison, and you didn’t deserve the threat of prison. You deserved a family.”

You sighed. 

“And in a way, I got a family. The Avengers are nice-”

“They’re not your family, they’re your team. There’s a difference. Sure, they care about you, but if they were your family, they’d want you to live a life, rather than become a superhero.”

Natasha fell silent, and at her words, so did you. 

Was she right? If the Avengers were your family, would they want you to live a normal, domestic life somewhere else, rather than the superhero life you were living right now?

“I didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, it’s not like I hate my life. Just the paperwork,” you remark, moving your queen to once again trap Natasha in a check-mate. 

“I want to work something out, if you’ll let me,” Natasha then said, pouting when you took her king. 

“Like what?” you ask.

Natasha shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Something that’ll put you off missions, at least until you’re twenty-one or something. Maybe older. Something legal. I mean, you’re not even allowed to drink in the United States. Why the hell are you allowed, or better said, forced, to risk your life daily?”

At that, you snort.

“You make a good point.” 

“We’ll figure something out, I promise,” Natasha states, helping you clear the chessboard and standing up from the bench. 

“Now, it is time for bed. Tomorrow we’ll see if there’s a bakery or something in this god forsaken place.”

You snicker, taking Natasha’s hand and allowing her to lead you. Maybe she doesn’t hate you as much as you thought she did. 

Bonus a/n: rainbow magic; Ruby the Red Fairy is the first ever book I read in English.

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[oh-no-its-bird]

I am thinking.

In a sort of parallel to canon, Kakashi, Rin and Obito had some form of misunderstanding/falling out when they were younger. Obito got in an accident saving Kakashi, then a year later the same happened with Rin, and while Rin and Obito were still recovering, Kakashi's dad went and killed himself and Kakashi began to spiral-- thinking he was "cursed" in some way to only hurt everyone around him

Kakashi began to distance himself from Obito and Rin, and they didn't really understand why (+Obito in particular reacted pretty violently to Kakashi seeming to just. Distance himself out of nowhere. Which made it all a lot worse)

So, during this low point in Kakashi's life, he got to know Tenzo (who also had a lot of issues and drama of his own) and, in a lot of ways, they helped each other to heal. They got to be close, and shared their histories with each other.

Eventually, Kakashi makes up with Obito and Rin (none of the three were EVER able to move on from each other lmao) and by the time the hypothetical au is set, all of that is in the past-- BUT.

Tenzo, who was there for all of Kakashi's lowest moments, does not like Rin and Obito. He is very protective of Kakashi, and thinks Rin+Obito dealt with the entire drama super badly (and yes, so did Kakashi, but Tenzo is biased and at least Kakashi didn't get violent like Obito once threatened to when he was young and angry) He's glad Kakashi is apparently happy with them back in his life, but is quietly going ok but maybe you'd be better without them. Is all I'm saying.

But also he won't actually voice this out loud bc he does know how much they mean to Kakashi, and won't do that to his friend. But like. He is for sure thinking it.

Obito has yet to pick up on the dislike (he just thinks Tenzo is bitchy and emotionless in general) but Rin has some inkling that there's more to Tenzo's disinterest/vague annoyance when they're around than things appear. I don't think either of them know how close Kakashi and Tenzo really are (mostly because Kakashi wasn't about to share Tenzo's own trauma and backstory, which is kind of necessary to explain why they got to be so close. While Tenzo helped Kakashi to heal, Kakashi did the same for him-- possibly even more so.)

There's also an added layer of like, Kakashi is a few years older than Tenzo, so when they met Tenzo had that senpai thing going for him. Kakashi was and still is his safe space... And whenever he's seen him his most shaken, it's always because of those two.

Beauty students Obito and Rin who conspire together to get Kakashi to take off his mask for them

They try to say its so can use him as their test dummy for different things they're learning. (Facial/makeup/whatever else idk) But we know the truth.

Meanwhile, as Kakashi dodges both of their very poorly disguised attempts to see his face, he's running one of those asmr channels where you can only see the lower half of his face.

And both Rin and Obito are big fans of this asmr channel, separate to Kakashi. They don't recognize his voice bc he puts on the Sukea voice for the channel or smthn, idk.

And Kakashi knows they're a fan of his channel and finds this supremely awkward so he will simply not bring it up. Or think about it.

My compartementalization king in every universe...

And it for sure does add agency to why he doesn't want them to see his face— bc it'd be so awkward if they realized who he was

Oh and also Tenzo is his editor and the only one in on the secret bc in Tenzo we trust. (Tenzo does NOT like Rin or Obito and quietly delights in letting them suffer in their ignorance)

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to The Light's Chapter 432

Brief summary: Cale begins their search for the Soos. Flashback to CH's talk with CJG. Cale arrives at Count Lupe's estate.

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Lots of funny moments today while the group was preparing to leave.

Cale: *worried about Sui's stamina because he's still a teen* Raon: *worried about Cale's stamina because he's weak* Clopeh: Don't worry. I can carry him. Cale: Gasp!

Cale being worried about Sui because he was no longer in his prime as LSH and was now a kid... 😂 Cale, even kid Sui is stronger than you. 😂 Look, even the kids worried about you. 😂😂😂 And funnily enough, Clopeh did carry Cale on his back later while on their way to search for Sui. 🤣🤣🤣

Raon: Choi Han-ah, you guys need to make sure you don't get hurt! CH: Don't worry. Raon: Of course, I'm not worried about Choi Han! But Heavenly Demon-yah, Choi Han's acting is really, very, extremely bad that he doesn't even think he's a bad actor, so you're the one who has to deal with people! CH: … HD: *holding back his laughter* Don't worry.

Raon, what's with that jab at CH? 😂😂😂 Speechless CH and laughing HD though. 😂😂😂

CH's talk with CJG was touching. CJG was described to have light brown hair like CJS, but his eyes were cold. He spoke without emotion, but one could tell from his words that he was worried about CH.

Choi Han. I am your ancestor, and Choi Jung Soo is your descendant. You are the only living human among us. We've already died and become wanderers. You are a living human being and a single-lifer. Perhaps you are the only one of our family, the Choi clan, who is still alive. We single-lifers live long indeed, unless we are killed. Choi Han. As your superior, I'll tell you something. Live like a human being. Live as you wish, but make sure- I want you to live as you wish.

CH replied that he was already living as he wished. Do what you want to do, as long as it doesn't harm anyone else - that was what he learned from Cale. 🥰

CH also viewed Cale as a human even though he had god-like powers. And that was why he disliked Clopeh who viewed Cale as a god. 😂

CH: *glares at Clopeh who follows Cale like a god* HD: In my eyes, you and that guy are the same. CH: …What? (What's with that nonsense?) HD: You also follow Cale, right? CH: …

CH shocked that he was being compared to that Clopeh... 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: Hey, keep an eye on Choi Han. HD: Why? Is it because of CJS? Cale: Yeah. He's a gentle guy, but when he's angry, he doesn't give a damn, so take care of him. HD: (Gentle? Hah.)

Why is everyone bullying CH today? 😂😂😂 But I like how everyone was trusting HD. 🥰 He really was part of the group now. He was even sad to part ways with them after everything was over.

Cale asked one more favor. 'Can't you get in touch with my maternal uncle?' He laughed. “Can you tell my uncle that he needs to pay me?' Cale remembered very clearly, very precisely, that his maternal uncle, of his mother's family, the Thames, had stolen his money and run away with it. He'd written it down so he wouldn't forget. “Hmm.” Even though Aurora had been trying to find him since she had made contact with Cale. 'I can't reach him.' I don't know what's going on with him. She'd told him that she'd connected with Cale, but she hadn't heard from him since.

Even though Cale had "Record", he still wrote it down. 🤣🤣🤣 And Cale's maternal uncle deliberately avoiding him. 😂😂😂

Tedrick: Is He gone? Aurora: By him, you mean, ah, Cale-nim? Tedrick: Yes. Aurora: Yes, he has left. Tedrick: May I ask you questions about Him? Aurora: You are a wise man, so I don't think you will ask any more questions. Tedrick: Hmm. I see.

No, Aurora! Why are you warning the villagers not to ask questions about Cale? You're further enhancing their misunderstanding of Cale as... the Demon God. 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Today's chapter was hilarious. Next chapter would be Cale finding Sui in Diorel, the capital of Count Lupe's estate. I guess with Lupe gone, the enemies had made their secret base there?

[tangentiallly]

the way he thinks about how he wants to know the truth here - i can FEEL so much of how he really, really wants to tell her, about the truth about himself, about why he's doing this. gaoshun is thinking about maomao's usefulness on their side and jinshi probably partially considered that as well (yes he's down bad but he's also, in many ways, a very logical, rational guy who analyzes things - maomao will also acknowledge this point about him multiple times later on). but aside from that, he just - wants her to know the real him. to know why he's doing this. wants her to understand ...... and his voice here just really gets to me. he so so so wants her to see the true side of him.

and, at this point maomao's very much "i don't want to know therefore i will NOT know" "i don't want to get into trouble by knowing anything that someone of my position shouldn't know". which is understandable - but also, it's interesting to note that, when she first knew him, she saw through his fakeness immediately, and when she saw his mask slipped she liked that side of him better.

as the series progressed she no longer was in the "i don't want to know anything" mindset. in LN9 we saw her reaction to Jinshi telling about about why he arranged his selection of personnel to go to the West that way.

even though her first thought was how she wished jinshi would treat her the same way he treated the quack, of not sharing anything unpleasant and just making the decisions without informing her, she immediately rejected the idea in her mind. she went on to think that he thought it would be best, and she herself also felt that this made her position easier, knowing the logic behind the decisions and her options available to her. she thinks of him as quite capable.

i just .... love how jinshi want to be real with her, want to be honest with her, and how maomao went from "i don't want to know anything i'm not noticing anything" to appreciating (sort of) him telling her his motives and reasonings.

"it was much easier to accept the answers he arrived at, even if they weren't perfect, knowing he thought things through". i am overwhelmed by so many feelings i love them.

maomao's reaction to the personnel selection for travelling west, in a way reminds me of what happened earlier in the same book (LN9) / last part of previous book. the branding. in both cases, maomao understood (whether through his explanation or her own grasp of the situation) why he did what he did, even if she's not pleased about it. she's pretty mad on both accounts, actually. she's angry he hurt himself in the branding incident (and also thinks he's selfish in doing so when the gyokuyou's and lihua's sons are both still so young), and she's angry at the personnel selection, of how jinshi used her to rope lakan in because he wants lakan's opinion on the west's situation and also because the western capital requested lakan, and now that she has to travel with lakan amongst the group, having to put up with lakan's presence.

but despite her anger - she still thought she could understand why he did what he did. still considered his decision logical and well-thought - and even considerate to her in a way. in the branding case, because maomao has expressed her reluctance at becoming the empress's enemy. in the travelling west case, she understood that he also did it for her safety, for lakan has many enemies that might try to do something to maomao, if left in the capital. in both cases, she recognized that he evaluated the situation from multiple angles, combining different goals together, different things he wanted to achieve and take care of, and put together a plan that satisfied all that. in both cases she acknowledged to herself that he acted based on a lot of considerations and logic, and it's not impulsive. and that he has thought about her in both cases. she's still mad, but she understood. jinmao my beloved .......

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

About Epic The Musical AU with bllk guys, considering this takes place in ancient times where brutality was much more free and less frowned upon, I am sure if they heard what suitors wanted to do with their child and Penelope! Reader who is their wife, they won't be very happy (in fact nobody normal is, but we are talking about bllk guys who doesn't have any sane bone in their bodies when on field, calling them normal is a bit of stretch, so, nobody who cares and sincerely loves their family would be the right words), they didn't go all through all this shit and suffered just to let some scumbags kill their child and assault their wife.

YES REAL. and i once read the og of the odyssey, and if i remember correctly, the suitors also wanted to sa telemachus as well in order to strip him of his honor. so yes, imagine all of them finding that out. all of them would be horrifyingly angry, but let’s separate them into categories for anger and danger, yes?

cold anger; quiet, but you can clearly sense the bloodlust and anger coursing through their veins. they don’t reply to a single one of the suitors’ begs for help or to spare their life, only killing them silently but bloody to the point where the entire room is stained with blood.

rin, sae, post wc kunigami, nagi

similar to the previous one; however, when a suitor begs for help, he does reply. however, it’s with something’s that’s not reassuring in the least. “you tried to harm my wife and kid, so why should i? you deserve the worst of punishments in the deepest layer of the underworld, reserved just for you.”

chigiri, isagi, karasu

they’re horrifyingly angry, only white hot rage pulsing through their entire body. you can hear the loud stabs and slashes, along with nasty comments to them about how they should have “never even thought about laying a finger on my precious wife.”

reo, aiku (i don’t like him that much so…), shidou, kaiser

[the-autistic-jedi]

okay. i’ve had time to cool off. i’ve seen rafe address some questions. i’m not in shock anymore. so let’s have another look. calmly and rationally. tldr: pray for season four!

it does seem like the reason for siuan’s death was sophie’s schedule, and that does track. i don’t think i really believed that “bury your gays” was in play here, not with rafe. so i’m thinking about it in terms of needing to write her out of the script, the same as with mat in s1. do i think they could have written her out better? maybe. if they were planning on having siuanraine endgame, just stick her in jail in the tower for however many seasons and then have her rock up at the end of the Last Battle and reunite with her wife. but if they weren’t planning to have her survive, then it does make more narrative sense for her to die here.

so let’s assume that, as in the books, she was always going to die. this is the best place for that to happen i think. we were never going to get any more fishwives content anyway because they would still be separated for the rest of their arcs. rafe has said that he wants to see more of them, and whether that’s flashbacks or even (fingers crossed) the next turn of the wheel, think about it this way: this was all we were ever going to get. yes, it was sudden. yes, it really hurt. but we also got to see siuan, who only ever wanted to live with her wife on the river, publicly admit her love for moiraine in front of the whole white tower in her final moments. that shit is powerful. don’t deny her that last stand.

in conclusion, am i still angry? a bit, yeah. but a lot of it is the shock, and the reason it’s shocking is because the books were different: the show definitely set this up. i think we remain in good hands with rafe and rosamund, and i will be watching s4 if we get it. and considering how invested i am in this show (and my desire to get a few more crumbs of fishwives) i very, very much hope we do.

[storiesfromafan]

Shades Of Blue - Buck x Reader

A/N: its been a little while. I've been struggling with writing. Damn writers block. But I managed to get this out, finishing it a little while ago. So forgive me if there's any mistakes 😅

As usual, I started with one thing and it went another way. But I still like it. I even watched the episode to help with more accurate dialogue, I just had to add dialogue in haha.

Let me know what you think 😊

Warning/s: a little fluff, possible spelling/grammar mistakes.

Blue. It had many shades. Bright blue, like the midday sky. Stormy blue, like the dangerous sky that held a tenacious thunder storm. Dark blue, like the deepest depths of the sea. Baby blue, the colour of a new born’s blanket.

Your favourite shade? All of them, for Gale's gorgeous blue eyes showed them all. Bright blue when he was happy. Stormy blue when troubled or angry. Dark blue when deep in thought. And baby blue when he was calm.

You were a self-proclaimed expert on the handsome Major's eyes. And having spent numerous hours staring into them. Countless hours in the office, on the base or in the officer’s lounge after long days. Comfortable banter or heated debates, even back and forth with John Egan. All those encounters allowed you the time to give those shades meaning, and comparisons.

“Head in the clouds?” Came that all familiar drawl, their shoulder bumping yours warmly.

You blinked before turning to Gale with a warm smile. “Ah, yes...seems it was" you chuckled.

He shot you that killer smile of his before chuckling himself. “Of course. I said the boys got a table over there". He pointed over to the back of the pub.

There by the fire place was the men you’d chosen to come into the little town with, the other women officers who joined you were around the pub too. A night of drinks and good banter promised for you, drinks and conversation with local young men for the other women.

Part of you knew you shouldn’t lay all your eggs in one basket. As if Gale would take a liking to you that wasn’t friendly. But a girl could dream, right?

“Then let’s join them, shall we?” You said with a hint of embarrassment.

Gale nodded before gesturing for you to go first, and when you moved before him, he laid his hand on the middle of your back. Guiding you to the table, like the gentleman that he was.

As you reached the table, you were surprised to find RAF officers seated across from your fellow officers. Gale also shared your surprise, but made no comment as he pulled out a seat for you, before taking his own next to Curt, and between him and you. Crosby spoke up about getting drinks, and asked you what you’d like, of course it was whiskey neat. Which made Gale shake his head, as he leaned in closer to you.

“I didn’t think ladies drink whiskey neat?” He whispered by your ear, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You chuckled. “Its war time Major, the ladies are back home. Women drink whiskey. Besides, you don’t drink whiskey...or anything alcoholic" was your retort.

Gale's deep chuckle by your ear sent a shiver down your spine. “True, it is war time...but a lady is still a woman, and a woman is still a lady".

He then drew back. No other words coming from him. No elaborating on his lady and woman comment. Nor no addressing his lack of consumption of alcohol. Gale simply sat back in his chair, arm resting on the top of the seat behind your head. Occasionally brushing against your hair, reminding you how close he had been and still was.

You noted how very drab the RAF officers were, snooty even. But you chalked it up to it being equal parts British and pilotes. Though the men around you day in, day out, that flew weren’t as pompous as the men before you.

“I am surprised a woman is in such company as you fellows" the man on the left of the three spoke. “It is quite unacceptable for such a creature to be among our talk".

You had sat up straight at the mention of you. Your face going blank to hide the dislike and distaste for the British men.

“Yeah well, us American's have no problem with women joining our conversation” defended John, as he sat on the other side of you. “Maybe you British need to sit back, and engage in conversation with women more".

Your fellow officers’ snickers and chuckled around the table. Even Gale smirked as he looked down for a moment. The three English men were left a little flabbergasted, and chose to change the topic of conversation.

Unfortunately it didn’t get you all any further in this get to know each other endeavour. And when the debate on maths and math came up between John and the English men, the officers stepped in to end it.

By that time Crosby had returned, tray of drinks in hand before sitting them on the table. You watched your comrades reach for their drinks, Crosby being a peach and handing your whiskey neat to you, and Gale his ginger beer.

For a moment you and Gale shared a look. You smiled, lifting your glass before taking a sip. The Major shaking his head at you before sipping his own drink and turning back to the table before you both. His eyes locked on the young man off to the right. Who seemed to be looking at you.

Though the moment he noticed Gale's look at him, well he got quite uncomfortable. The man in the middle seemed to notice, and sharing hushed words with the young officer. The older officers gaze went from Gale to you, and then back to Gale.

“Say Major, I didn’t think dating or relationships between officers was allowed on base? Let alone around your fellow airmen, what kind of date is that?” Came the middle officers’ brazen words.

Every American officer looked between the Englishman and Gale, wondering how this would play out. They all knew you were sweet on Gale, most women were. And Gale? They weren’t too sure how he felt or thought about you.

Gale chuckled, nodding his head. “Well you see, firstly this isn’t a date...there is no relationship between myself and Lt. (Y/L/N). Secondly, two friends can’t join a rowdy bunch of men for drinks and sometime away from base?”

You noted his voice was calm, but with a hint of annoyance. Gale’s patience was wearing thin with these men. Just like those around you both. It was only a matter of time before the tension grew too much, and something would happen. As it always did with a bunch of men, who have been drinking.

The man in the middle put up his hands. “No offence was meant Major, just wishing to clear up some confusion...as you both seen quite familiar”.

You saw Gale's jaw clench, as did John. For he stepped in, taking the heat off his good friend. With passing minutes you saw Gale relax, but not fully. Under the table you moved your hand to his, which laid on his leg. He looked to you once feeling your smaller hand on his. You softly smiled, and squeezed his hand with reassurance. And in return the he gave you a small smile.

What brought you both back was the mentioning of Gale's nickname – Buck – by John. Who was known as Bucky. John had slipped out of his seat, dropping between you and Gale, and holding the Major's chin in cheek. The conversation having begun about sports, baseball in particular.

“It’s not just sports he don’t follow, hey Buck?” Chimed in Curt. “You don’t follow anyone, do you?”

Gale looked to Curt, a boyish cheek taking hold of him. “I’d followed you Curt” he teased, before turning his gaze back to the Englishmen.

“And you’d still find a way to show off" sassed Curt.

You found the exchange all too amusing. The ease between the men around you, your fellow officers. John got up and moved back to his seat. Bumping shoulders with you and sharing a laugh. You were comfortable among these men, they were your people.

Curt began to go off in story, getting right into, with hand gestures. And once more bringing Gale into it. The men around you putting their own in put in. But you were focused on the rude officers before you. The uninterested looks they gave. The middle and younger officer sharing a few whispered words. It made you dislike them even more.

The younger RAF officer then spoke up, ending any conversation. “So let me get this straight" – he looked between Gale and John – “you’re Buck, and he’s Bucky?”

John nodded, “yeah”.

The RAF officer in the middle then spoke up. “Is there a shortage of nicknames in the 100th?” He and the other two shared a chuckle. Amused with themselves.

“Ah, no. Just a shortage of crews" John replied back in annoyance.

“Pity" the middle British officer commented before taking a drink from his glass.

“Pity. Pity" John said, repeating the word quite a bit, surprising you. “Pity what?”

The middle man looked uneasy. “I said it was a pity. You’d have more if you flew your missions at night".

And there it was. The dig. And with it the last of the patience and curtsy the men around you had. Even you’d had your fill of the three men before you.

“Why did you have to go and say something like that?” Enquired John, glancing to Gale and Curt.

“Maybe I was getting bored of all the heavy petting going around the table" the RAF office answered, looking to you and Gale before the other men.

John and a few other men spoke up, questioning the Englishman. Sharing looks as well, silently telling each other to be ready for the worst.

You looked at Gale, who kept his gaze on the men before you. If you could see better in this light, you knew his eyes would be a stormy blue. Brought on by his dislike for the Englishmen.

“Let’s make a bit of sport ourselves" the middle man said, bringing your attention back to him. “How about it? Anyone of you will do...”

“I think that is an excellent idea" Gale spoke up, smirk on his face.

“Oh here we go" chuckled Curt.

John began to stand, but Gale rose, pushing him back down in his seat. Before looking ready to reach over the table to grab the man by his jacket. Curt – thankfully – got up when Gale did, hand on his shoulder. The middle RAF officer getting to his feet.

“Hey, please...I want this guy" Curt begged with his hands together. “Please, I’ll owe ya one".

Reluctantly Gale agreed. And Curt was on the move, gesturing for the RAF officer to follow him, as he said let’s go. The men around you rose to their feet and quickly moved outside.

Gale took a moment to straighten his jacket before looking down at you with a tight smile. You know he wanted to be the one to hit the guy, to put him in his place on the ground.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss this" he said with a smirk.

You nodded, quickly getting up out of your seat. And then having Gale lead you out, his hand on the middle of your back once more.

Upon exiting the pub, you stood with Gale off to the side of everyone. He was trying to stay composed, but you knew it was hard for him to do so.

“You alright?” You asked softly with concern.

He turned to you with a blank look, before a soft smile graced his face. “Yeah, just fine...”

It wasn’t entirely the truth. You knew that. But didn’t push. As John came staggering out of the pub, a few words shared between him and Curt. John then staggered over to you both, coming between you and placing an arm over both of your shoulders.

“Now why does this sport interest you?” He mused looking to Gale.

“Boxing?” Gale asked, which John hummed to. “Test of manhood".

“That so?” Replied a confused John.

“About as true a measure of your will to fight as any, and its man-to-man" replied Gale, never taking his gaze off the RAF officers.

“Oh, so you just don’t like team sports?” Chuckled John. “How did you end up a commander of a plane leading a squadron in war, where you don’t want to be on the losing side, and still not like team sports?”

Gale glanced to his friend for a moment, before back to the Englishmen. “I just don’t lose sleep over whether the pinstripes beat the polka dots”.

You were amused at his reply, finding his witty and very on brand for their friendly banter.

John sighs, “right. Well, we’re all just uniforms anyways. You know that?”

You all then turned to both Curt and the Englishman, fists up and moving around in a circle. Of course Curt had to make a smartass comment, paired with a little showboating. As he put his hands behind his back, dodging the English's punches. And then laying his own on the guy, who went down like a sack of potatoes.

The men, John included, made noises of surprise and joy. Gale even smirking a fraction. Curt came over to you three, more so Gale and John. And so you stepped away, letting them all bask in the downfall, and sprawled out body on the ground.

The men were laughing and enjoying the moment. John lifted Curt up, who lifted his fists into the air. Like he had won a big boxing fight or something. Slowly the men began to follow as John walked through the town. And Gale was left looking at you.

For a moment you were staring at each other. Visibly he looked better, more relaxed. Maybe knowing the RAF office getting his just desserts made him happy. Which means his eyes would be a bright blue now, he was happy.

Take the few steps, he closed the distance between you two. A soft smile crossing his handsome face, giving him that real boyish look.

You smiled at him. “Feel better now Curt knocked that guy out?”

Gale chuckled. “A little...though I wish it had been me".

“Oh? Whys that?” You asked curiously.

“Well, to put him in his place, of course" he began, eyes roaming over your face. “But also, to have defended your honour”.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “My honour?”

He nodded his head. “Yes...they were so disrespectful to you" his voice was low, filled with a touch of venom. “They weren’t men for acting like that".

You tilted your head studying him. “Well, I know if you had been the one to fight...you’d have knocked him out first hit".

Gale looked down and chuckled, before back to you with a nod. “Oh you can count on that, he wouldn’t have known it was coming...”

You laughed, a real laugh. Your hand coming up to cover your mouth. And Gale watched it all, enjoyed the sound of your laugh and the little gesture with your hand. The perfect girl for him, he thought. And thought of you he had.

Every mission he would always come back for you. Wanting to see you, talk to you. It was always you.

Your hand dropped back to your side, a bright smile on your face. “Should we go after them?” You asked, breaking the silence between you both.

Gale, coming to his sense, grabbed your hand. Holding you in your spot, a confused look washing over your face.

He shook his head. “N-not yet...”

Before you could ask him why, he stepped closer. Hand coming up to hold your chin. And then he leant down, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened in surprise, before soon relaxing and kissing him back.

In that moment, you clearly saw his baby blue eyes. He was calm, and content. You always made him like that. And you both hoped you always would.

[rainfallwrites]

If you accept for headcanons can you write Rafal nsfw headcanons

Yes, headcanons are more than alright.

Teacher Rafal makes me insane I could write about him all day.

Rafal enjoys being humiliated and used in every single possible way until the other man is satisfied with him. He feels the need to prove himself in this manner, and he needs the praise too, so make sure to give that to him. (Perhaps not much so that he does better next time.)

I can not stress this enough, he is batshit insane. We all know how crazy he is already but when it comes to someone who is his... Let's just say that if anyone were to approach his beloved, he would make a plan that would ensure that this person is to never look his lover's way ever again.

If anyone were to look at his lover, Rafal would have more work for the day. He would have to end them, solely to ensure that his man is leading a peaceful life, with no unnecessary distractions.

At times though, he would get so angry and needy, that death would not be enough. Rafal would tie this person up in a chair, poison them and let the other man fuck the living shit out of him in front of the other person, to let them know at their very last moments that he, and only he, belonged to this man.

At times, he would get distracted and forget about the corpse in the room only to end up having way too much fun.

Rafal lives for the thrill. Deep down, in his mind, he would wish that the other man would take advantage of him without his consent. It was a thing for him, to enjoy things that are considered to be wrong. He wished to know what this feeling is like and he is not one to give up on his desires.

He can always find a way for things to go his way. He knew how attractive he was and worked his way around that. He would show off his slender and long legs, solely in underwear, and to excite the other man, he would wear the man's much larger shirt.

He would sleep on their bed, the shirt, slightly raised up, revealing his collarbones and waist, a sight that would get any man to get rid of any control they had beforehand - if there was any to begin with, that is.

He would wake up to the feeling of fluids on his mouth and all over his body with the other man looking like a hungry animal before him.

Rafal had to swallow before speaking given the fact that his mouth was filled.

"Oh my, sir. Someone could not resist me till I was awake, no? Having fun without me is so mean though... Very awful, sir..."

The other man would already know the blond's plans and yet still, who could hold back when they were met with such a sight? Rafal knew how to anger the other man before him just right to get the best of him.

Then and there, the other man would toy with Rafal. Slap him, have him on his knees, choke him - very close to death-, mark his body with a knife and whatnot.

The blond would enjoy the overflowing sensation. He was still getting used, like a sex doll, which meant that he was still needed. When all is said and done, Rafal would not be able to say another word. He would solely be smiling, tongue out with his brows still pleading and left on the floor.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am not sure if this is how hcs are done but I tried my best. Do note that this is about Teacher Rafal. Lastly, these were fun to write but I would like to clarify that I am not sure if I would implement them in my Binary Star Orbit series, just something to keep in mind.

This may be read as a Hubert x teacher Rafal or male reader x teacher Rafal, proceed as you wish.

[enjoythesilentworld]

writing tag game!

thank you for the tags @phneltwrites @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @saynomorefic <33

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

23

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

416,618 (though some of these are collabs)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

young royals <3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

so loaded, eye low aka the Met Gala au <3 i don't even have thoughts on this i just cant believe its almost got 700 kudos like that's crazy. y'all like angsty angry sex huh

just if for a minute aka fake marriage au <33333333333 my Miami idiots

all our words were worth it aka my collection from Simon's month. so many one-shots here that deserved a solo work or continuation but alas i only have two hands

for the tree's sake aka tree boys au aka the fic that started it all.

we sure make things work aka Wille's month. i feel like you can see how much my writing has improved since these, even when you just compare it to Simon's month

5. Do you respond to comments?

i do my very very best to. i have gotten very behind on it but i do read every comment and my heart bursts out of my chest at every single one

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i usually try to give a happy or hopeful ending? maybe Only for Coffee because they're still technically broken up and we don't know what happens after? although I guess also Fright Fest! because they're both still actively bleeding out lmao

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

'just if for a minute' probably? spoilers i guess but they sort their shit out and are literally legally bound together. but like i said i try to give all my Wilmon a happy ending. (for now)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

so far so good! i've been put in jail quite a few times but i think that was all out of love/hate

9. Do you write smut?

haha. yes ✝️

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

no crossover yet :/

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i dont think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes :) i have three separate collabs with some of the best people (and writers) i know, which is so cool and fun and i love fandom

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

anything i publish i have the intention of finishing. i promise i have not forgotten about call ur crush! 💀 i will give y'all ch5 if it kills me

15. What are your writing strengths?

oh lord. i dont know. i've gotten comments about my like, descriptions of the setting? and world building.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

i worry i am a bit repetitive, esp with like metaphors and shit. there's only so many ways I can describe tension, u know?

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

uh. fun? no harm no foul? i think in some fics it matches the vibes, but me personally i dont usually do more than pet names and the occasional 'tack' or 'snälla'. for funsies.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

i believe all my 1d and hp and other rpf has been wiped from existence (thank god) but young royals is the first i've actually posted on ao3 for

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Running with Wolves. so much love to all my other fics - special shoutout to ftts for being my first wilmon born - but this crime fic has taken over all my thoughts and i have had so much fun crafting ways to make these boys miserable and to make this world feel real and tangible and dangerous. it's one of my least popular and i literally don't care because.... little lamb.

i think lots of people have done this and or been tagged a million times so here's some more tags for u <3 @pagegirlintraining @willesredlights @hergrandplan @royalwilmon @skibasyndrome

[tapwater118]

tpot 17 spoilers here's what i thought of it lalalala

overall very good episode!! not the *best* ever episode but not every episode can be. it was very silly and fun and also what the fuck is happening

this eliminations played out how i most expected it to, i like pillow and yellow face is alright i guess but it was definitely their times to go. love how pencil freaked out for a hot second over having the most votes (again) i knew they would do that they are so evil for it. I LOVED BOTTLE'S LITTLE DOODLES of course she draws 2018 cute boots and mouth good for her

speaking of bottle was such a fun host! the "everything she does takes literal days" thing was a bit overused but i'm glad they stopped doing that once the challenge started. nice little subtle bit of character-building for four given how he was seemingly happy with bottle taking over. bro cares more about cooking than hosting now i can respect the growth and progression

the challenge itself was a very neat idea, splitting up the teams like this is a very good way to get new groups of characters to interact who wouldn't have otherwise. i thought for a second when bottle shuffled everyone around that we were getting ANOTHER team swap and nearly screamed lmao. but yeah super funny how the eating contest objects where all chill with each other (for the most part) but everyone else was at each other's throats the whole time lmao

pencil. oughhhhh pencil. i am ill. i dont really think pen was the best choice to talk to her at the end but to be fair the options were pretty limited given that everyone else was either MIA or book. the bookcil scene was awesome yes girlie get ANGRY unleash your RAGE. i think it would have been a bit more impactful if they didn't have fanny going basically "erm, awkward!" right in the middle of it but yeah good food i am fed

oh my god what has happened to one's room. has gaty torn through there like a feral animal or something or was this all the product of one's own frustration. given how she fucking mutilates donut i wouldn't discount the latter possibility. also six is plot relevant what, and purple face is gonna lead them to the EXIT and then (theory time) one's gonna use that group to get three out of the fourtress for. something. idk yet but things are happening

individual challenges lightning round go! circus circumstances is amazing i love slasher tacks, love evil tv arc they should have him Kill more. ferris wheel was kinda whatever but i love how they're bringing back snowball's old relationships with certain characters, particularly gb and pen. THE FOURSE IS BACK I LOVE YOU FOURSE not much else to say i didn't already cover in the previous section. eating contest was fun they leaked price tag's search history (and loser got cancelled lmao). winner felt appreciated i need to kiss them what who said that

wow i had a lot to say about this one huh, forty minute episodes will do that to ya. elimination predictions: grassy is almost certainly out, the team 2 votes (aside from icy's) were really close last time so it really depends on where the icy voters' votes will go now, and just by fandom reaction i can tell you it will not be grassy. for 🎼 i'm less sure but i can certainly say bottle and pen are safe, they were all over this episode they got so much to do. i think it might be liy or tb as much as i hate to say it, they kinda got sidelined in their challenges

ok uhh tpot 18 or 19 will probably be a meetup episode so i'll be able to see it before the rest of you HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[stereden]

Of AI, Chatgpt and fandom

So, I’m finally getting around to writing that post I mentioned on AI, Chatgpt and fandom, and in particular fanfiction. There have been a lot of very good posts on the topic that I encourage you to check out (here  ; here and here among many others)

I’ll preface this by saying that, as far as I know, my writing hasn’t yet been fed into an AI for an ending or alternate version. But I know it’s happening with other people’s fics, and I know it might happen to mine at some point. The very idea of it makes me sick, hence this post. The ‘you’ I’m addressing in this isn’t a specific person: it is targeted at anyone who is thinking about feeding my works into something like chatgpt, and anyone who might have already done so.

Let me be very, very clear right from the start: I do not consent to any of my works being fed into any AI, be they chatgpt or similar bullshit, just as I do not consent to anyone plagiarizing my fics, writing their own endings of my fics or trying to dictate what that ending should be. Anyone doing that with my fics is rudely invited to go sit on a cactus and never interact with me or my works ever again. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t plan on ever publishing that AI-generated shit you got about my work. Don’t fucking do it in the first place.

My problem is not just about my writing being used to train a computer program without my consent. That is part of my problem, obviously, but not the most important aspect of it in my eyes, and in the eyes of many other writers who have already spoken out about the problem - and by that, I mean fanfiction writers and professional, published writers.

My main issue is with the people using chatgpt to write endings or alternate versions of fanfics written by other people. 

By all means, if you want to use chatgpt for your own stories, I can’t stop you - I can and will judge you, because seriously, there are so many fics out there you can most probably find exactly what you’re looking for with some good tag filtering, and if not you can just do what the rest of us do, which is write your own. That’s how most of us got into fanfiction to begin with. Don’t use the dubious writing ability of a robot and its absolute lack of creativity that sees it cannibalize other people’s writing and frankenstein it back together. I would rather read a twelve-year old’s first ever fanfic, full of clichés and spelling mistakes, than anything written by an AI, because I know the twelve year old poured their heart and soul into it, put the time and effort into it, and that makes it so much better in my eyes.

But if you put someone else’s story into chatgpt or similar? You are dead to me and do not deserve the hard work fic writers put into their stories. Yes, even if you’re not planning on publishing the results.

Those are our stories. The ones we've put time, energy, effort in. That we've spent hours writing. Some of us have the whole plot planned out for the next thirty chapters. Some of us are making it up as we go along. Some of us are doing both. But it's still our stories. Writing them, finishing them, is our right and privilege. 

Chatgpt and similar computer programs have no clue what we have planned for the rest of the fic. They can make calculated guesses based on all the words you've just fed them and all the stories they’ve previously scrapped, but even if - and it is a big if - they do get the basic plot right, it still won't be exactly the same. It won't be the same quality, it won't be the same word choice, it won't be the exact same style.

It won't be written by us. It won't be the ending we planned or are still planning on.

You were reading that fic because you liked the plot, the characterisation, the writing style. Because you enjoyed the fruits of the efforts the writer put into it. 

And now you're asking a computer to plagiarize that same writer and ghost write you the ending? And, I'm guessing, the ending you want to see, or to rewrite the fic to your liking?

That is not okay. That is beyond not okay. I don't tolerate people trying to pass off my writing as their own. I have specifically told people they were not allowed to use certain original elements of my writing or of the plot I have come up with, because those are stories I am planning on writing myself, or background lore I have already planned for. I have told people off for trying to tell me which way my fics should go, which pairings I should write, how I write certain characters.

What makes you think I would tolerate you using chatgpt and alike to do the same? 

Because let me be clear. Using those is stealing. It’s stealing the time and effort we put into this, and selfishly feeding it all into a machine so it can spew out exactly what you want from it.

This is not you asking the writer of an abandoned fic if you could pick it up and write an ending for it. This is not you asking the writer of an on going fic if you can write a side story for it.

This is not you asking permission for anything from the writer of the fic. This is not you writing a heavily inspired fic, or even just copy pasting an entire fic into a new document and tweaking it to fit your personal desire. This is not even you writing anything.

Even if it's fanfictions, we writers still have rights to our intellectual property, to the stories we write. There is a reason AO3 reacts quickly to any complaints of plagiarism or reposted fics. There is a reason mirror sites or apps of AO3 are taken down. There is a reason writers like @neil-gaiman, @seananmcguire @dduane and so many others will never read fanfictions of their own works and have to regularly remind their own fans to stop sending them headcanons or fanfics: because even if what we write is based on their work, it’s still our ideas and if they write something too similar to the ideas their fans sent them, there could be legal consequences. Plagiarism accusations. For similar ideas. Not even the exact same words. Ideas. Yes, even for fanworks.

There is the plagiarism issue, as I just mentioned, but there is also the respect issue. You obviously don’t respect my writing, if you’re so quick to feed it to an AI just because you’re not getting exactly what you want right this second. You obviously don’t respect me, as a person or as a writer either, if you’re willing to disregard all the time, effort and thought I put into my work.

Yes, sometimes fics are abandoned, and you really, really want to know how it would have ended. Sometimes, the writer fell out of the fandom, sometimes real life got busy, sometimes you never know. Sometimes they died, and we mourn their silence. Often, an explanation is never given. Sometimes they reappear years later, sometimes they don’t. It’s a fact of life, a fact of fandom.

I myself have stories I haven’t updated in years that I still have plans for, that I haven’t abandoned but that I just need time and inspiration to continue writing, and yes I know I have people who want to know what happens next. Some of these people are more polite about it than others. Some act like entitled spoiled brats and get their comments deleted because I’m not here to cater for them.

No amount of time passed since the last update makes it okay to use something like Chatgpt to finish their stories. At the very least, have the decency to respect the effort they put into it and write your own version, yourself, and keep it to yourself. 

Or, if they're available/if you're able to contact them, ask the writer for permission to write a continuation, or a fic based on their own, with proper credit given and a link back to the original! Or even ask them POLITELY how the fic would have ended! Some of them will happily tell you what they originally had planned, even if they are never going to finish the fic! A writer I follow actually did that just today - updated their fics to say ‘Hey, I might never finish this, but here’s what I had planned for it in case I never come back to this.”

But don’t use chatgpt, or any similar program. 

Because if you do, what is even the point of us writing anything in the first place? 

I have been writing fanfiction for a long time. Over fifteen years. I have dealt with a lot of different readers, some way worse than the majority of them, and even then I consider myself lucky when I see what some of my fellow writers had to deal with back on ffnet, and still have to deal with on AO3. I have built a community around my fics, with my readers, and I love it. I love fandom, despite the drama that always comes with it. I love my readers, too, love their enthusiasm when I post a new chapter, love seeing their reactions and getting yelled at in the discord for leaving them off on yet another cliffhanger.

But anyone who puts my writing in an AI? I don’t love you. You have no place in fandom, and especially not in the part of it that I have built.

You make me feel sick. You make me furious. You act like you are entitled to an ending, to a continuation, to getting exactly what you want… for what? Reading my fics? Maybe leaving a comment at some point (one that probably demanded an update, or that I write your specific pairing, or that I change this character to your specifications)?

Fuck. You.

I don’t write for you. Unless I’m specifically writing a gift for someone, I don’t write for anyone but me. 

I share it on AO3 because I’m proud of what I wrote, because I think other people might like it, because I like getting feedback and interacting with others in the fandom. That does not mean it becomes your property, or that you can do anything you want with it.

I don’t get paid for writing. You are not paying me to write. You do not get to tell me what to write, or what to do with my writing, or to do what you want with my writing.

I write because I love writing, because I have too many ideas in my head and need to get them out of it, and putting words on a page is the best way for me to do that.

I don't make any money from writing, and can't afford to be a full time writer. And even if I could, unless you were my publisher and I actually had a contract with you stating that I'm being paid to write something for you, you still wouldn't get to demand updates from me.

I’ve taken to straight out deleting comments that are demanding updates or asking if a fic is abandoned. Not only are these rude, they're actively detrimental to my mental health and make me want to work on the fics in question LESS.

You feeding my work into AI? The only thing you’re doing is making me want to share my writing even less than that.

So just don’t.

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

See, regardless the intention with the new Nosferatu what I see over and over especially on Twitter with -no joke- over 400,000 likes are posts about how all this happened because Thomas was way too invested in getting a promoyion instead of staying home and fucking his wife

I mean, it's hard to have sex with your wife if you don't have a home. just saying.

Really, though, the victim blaming going on with these takes makes me so frustrated. Even IF we ignore that Orlok already knows Ellen and feels entitled to her, even IF we ignore that he is doggedly determined (now that she's married to someone else) to show up and reclaim her for good - Thomas. Had. No. Choice.

Not to rant at you, anon, just using your ask to go off on this narrative.

The thing is - Thomas is already in debt at the start. That it's to his friend doesn't matter to Thomas. Honestly it might make the debt seem even worse. He is indebted to Harding financially, he and Ellen are not off to the most secure start, he's already been away for a while due to the honeymoon - this actually is vitally important for them. He needs his job. He was already late - if he hadn't been so late or hadn't realized it, he likely would have stayed home longer. But he couldn't. Then when he's offered this big, lucrative deal, he can't refuse it. Knock commenting about 'if you close this sale, you're job is guaranteed' isn't just tempting him with success, it's also threatening him with failure.

What happens if Ellen relapses and they're destitute? What happens if Ellen is having her seizures again, the sleepwalking, the melancholy, what if it gets worse? Ellen of course is still in the sweet honeymoon phase and thinks that love will be enough to stave those things off because so far Thomas' mere presence and affection has worked. But the thing is, that high is going to come back down. It happens in even the most wholesome and genuine of relationships, and stress - especially financial stress - will not do them any favors. Will not do her and her mental health and her attempts to keep her bond with Orlok suppressed any good whatsoever. I mean, that's basically what is happening in the film. The more they struggle financially, the more desperate things get, the greater the fissures and cracks that form in their marriage, giving Orlok more opportunity to come in and use it against them. Which is quite literally what he does. Thomas staying home, refusing the job, etc., only changes the how and when.

Ellen doesn't quite get it because based on what we know of her background and her father, she's never struggled to make ends meet, she's struggled with wealth and status being used against her. Of course she comes at this from the angle of 'being in a wealthy household didn't protect me', which Thomas can't understand. Neither can Ellen understand Thomas' perspective of being in debt to someone, worrying about failing to provide. I don't think it's simply that Thomas wants to make Ellen comfortable and have a life like she used to - he quite literally is worried that he cannot provide for her at all, especially if she gets sick (mentally or physically).

Like, Thomas in the 2024 movie isn't solely and completely driven by financial success - if you contrast him in the film with how Eggers originally wrote him in the 2016 script or how he's portrayed in the 2023 remake, this Thomas comes across to be more of the mindset that 'having financial success and being of similar standing to Ellen and Friedrich will make everything fine and I will be good enough to deserve her love and his friendship.' The driving factors are really that Thomas a) wants everything to be will for him and Ellen and b) wants to live up to the rigid societal standards of his gender. He's insecure, and he's overcompensating. Which isn't great but is a relatively normal character flaw, and certainly isn't one that is so inherently damning. His love and concern for Ellen still factor into things. He's not turning into a money-obsessed, toxic masculinity-minded asshole or something of the sort. That's why as soon as he's no longer naive to this darkness in the world - the things that Ellen has known of all along - his motivation shifts entirely to protecting Ellen. He understands now that unfortunately, in this rigged, supernatural game they're all trapped in, money means nothing. Money can't save Harding and his family, it certainly won't save Thomas and Ellen. But even IF he had known that all along - it wouldn't have made a difference.

Thomas and Ellen still need to live, Thomas would have to leave for work, and would have to take that job that sends him over to Transylvania. And if somehow they could circumvent that? Orlok still would find a way to separate them. Orlok would still come to Wisburg. Thomas is not the hero in this story, he's the damsel in distress, and unfortunately for him, while he gets to make it out alive, the actual hero who saves the day does not. Thomas loses his wife, but that is not his fault. It's not his fault he got assaulted, traumatized, left for dead, and it's not his fault he couldn't save Ellen. It's not his fault she died.

Ellen was doomed long before she met him, and that wasn't her fault, either.

anyway, all this to say - I'm glad I'm not on twitter. I'm glad I can block people with these takes.

[monkee-mobile]

Don’t you know that Tork is a wifebeater?

tags.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — roll with me, henry.

MAY 12, 1956

Prom is so much bigger and so much louder than George had been expecting. 

Balloons and decorations are everywhere, the band is in full swing, and the whole country club is alive with dancing and movement. 

He finds himself drawn to the outskirts of the party, nursing a glass of water he’d gone to get five minutes ago as he runs a hand through his hair, straightening his suit and boutonniere. He keeps his eyes on Lorraine, and, as always, she’s lighting up the room with her dazzling smile, dancing with her friends in her beautiful blue dress that matches his tie. Even though it’s been months since they’d been going steady, he still finds himself wondering what in the world she’s doing with him, marveling at how out of everyone in the whole school she’d picked him. 

She meets his gaze and his heart stops for a moment when she raises her gloved, corsaged hand and waves to him, her gorgeous eyes sparkling in the lights.

He manages an awkward wave, pink dusting his cheeks, wondering if he’d be missed if he ducked into the bathroom and didn’t come out for an hour or so.  

‘George, buddy,’ Marty’s voice pops into his head again. It’s been happening more and more frequently lately, with the protagonists in his stories always managing to have a best friend who knows just what to say at just the right time. It’s some kind of narrative shadow, like a ghost creeping in through the pages, that he just can’t shake. ‘You’re not seriously gonna be a wallflower at your own prom, are ya?’ 

He can almost see him, too, leaning up against the wall like he’s the coolest guy in school. While George is in baby blue, Marty would be in pink, maybe, giving him one of those mysterious and oddly familiar smiles.  

“No,” he defends, weakly. “I needed a minute, that’s all. It’s hot in here and there’s so many people, I just…”

‘I thought we talked about this,’ Marty would respond, squeezing his shoulder. ‘You gotta stop freaking yourself out.’

“I have to stop what?” 

‘You gotta get out of your head, George,’ his inner Marty continues. ‘Look. You love that girl, right?’

“More than anything in the whole world,” George sighs. “No. In the whole universe.”

‘Right, okay. So, if you need a break, why don’t you tell her you’re overwhelmed and you need to get some air? And take her with you this time, got it?’ 

“But… she’s with her friends, I… I wouldn’t want to get in her way…”

‘George.’ Marty gives him a pointed look that reminds George way too much of his mother. ‘She came to the dance with you. She wants to be with you and she wants you to have a good time. She’s not gonna want you to be miserable.’  

“...Okay,” George acquiesces, sighing. “Okay, you’re right, as usual.”

‘Can I get that in writing?’

“What?”

‘Never mind. Now go on, get outta here.’ 

He almost can feel the playful shove forward Marty would give him, but when he looks back at the wall, there’s nobody there. 

Gently, he takes Lorraine’s hand, giving a smile to Helen and Margaret and asking them to excuse them a moment. The two girls giggle and gladly disappear into the crowd.

“...I think I need some air,” he tells her. “I-is that okay?”

“You know, I was just thinking the same thing,” Lorraine reaches up to cup his cheek, thumbing over his cheekbone and giving him her sweetest smile, the one she saves just for him. 

The two walk hand in hand out to the porch, closing the French doors behind them, and the relief George feels is overwhelming and immediate as he leans against the porch railing, looking up at the sky. 

“Are you okay?” Lorraine asks, rubbing his back. 

“I am now,” George returns, smiling. “I-I just… I know it sounds silly but I get overwhelmed, sometimes, in big crowds.”

“It doesn’t sound silly at all!” Lorraine exclaims, “I understand. Ever since… that night… I don’t really like small spaces, or feeling trapped... So I’m really glad you said what you did.” 

George is pretty convinced Marty was right; this has to be destiny, it just has to be. 

“Me too,” he agrees. “I’d much rather be out here with you.”

“I would, too.” After a moment, Lorraine continues. “You know… you can still hear the music pretty well.”

“That’s right, you can.” George extends his hand and Lorraine takes it.

Together, underneath the blanket of stars, they start to dance.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

there are already so many posts about palestine, so im gonna make one about israel. the recent attack from the 7. october is the first genocidial attack on jews of this degree since the holocaust. i cant speak about other countries but in germany things are reverting back to nazi times, with david stars painted on front doors of jews and jewish synagogues and kindergartens being closed down or swept empty because the people are terrified. antisemites and the far-right extremist scene is emboldened and empowered by this attack. they look at everyone‘s reaction very closely and at least for my country, ppl are insanely silent about it, which is like a legitimation of their views and their actions. i want ppl to remember that! there should be more space in this anti-genocidial activism than there seems to be currently, one that includes jews. i dont find it funny at all that my timeline, if politics cross it, and that most posts, if i go to the tags, talk about the settler colonialism and the attempted genocide by israel on palestine, but not about the baked-in antisemitism and the degree of terror and severity this recent event has. there are gonna be long-lasting consequences on all sides and its not gonna be fun, there has to be a way to talk about all of it, all human lives lost, all genocides happening and attempted, without letting one fall under the bus because its easier and fits the narrative of the modern justice warrior. years ago they said that this is a fight of anti-colonialism and anti-genocide, not jews vs muslims, in the topic of israel and palestine, but by choosing to not mention one and focusing exclusively on the other now u make it into one. what im seeing currently is a lot of performative activism and one-sided focus that does not help anyone at all save for those profitting from this situation, which are the antisemites, the nazis and the far-right extremists, the hamas and everyone else in league with them. please think about this for a minute and be conscious of whom u are unintentionally aiding

[forbiddentaako]

ok im making the post bc my roomate confirmed i'm not being dramatic but its short and mostly me complaining

My enjoyment for nocturne season 2 was so severely held back by feeling like they did Olrox so dirty this season. Like I found his storyline and character in s1 to be extremely interesting and a great setup for season 2, but it feels like he was so pushed out of the narrative this season and lacked a lot of the subtext related to the themes around him that were present in s1. He just isn't having substantial moments that build on what was set up previously and I feel like the only context he really existed in this season was related to mizrak when his position in the erzebet/sekhmet storyline was also SO IMPORTANT/INTERESTING.

Like yes he had moments that were related to it but they didn't feel nearly as impactful as the s1 scenes, and overall Olrox simply didn't interact with other characters enough or even have interesting scenes on his own. Not to mention even in the scenes with him and Mizrak I felt like there really wasn't substantial progression or an arc building off of season 1 either, which overall made me feel disappointed at them not doing anything interesting with what they set up in the s1 ending. And that just made the s2 ending with him and mizrak in the last episode feel so insulting.