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“All of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will…Where do you want to start?”

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hi i’m a huge fan of your comics! i just wanted to ask what are your pronouns??

WELL THIS IS ACTUALLY A REALLY FUNNY TOPIC IN MY CASE AND NEEDS A LONGER EXPLANATION.

My native language is Finnish. Finnish is a gender neutral language. There's no way to tell the gender of ANYONE unless someone specifically underlines it by some other gendered word like boy, girl, man, woman, uncle, aunt etc.

Now, we have a one gender pronoun; hän. Hän covers all genders. The ones existing, the ones gone, the ones becoming. Except that hän isn't even originally Finnish pronoun. The original Finnish pronoun is Se. Se means it.

Finnish native faith and worldview is polytheistic and shamanistic. Everyone and everything is equal to each other. Animals and plants are our sister and brothers, so Finnish people didn't differ themselves from the nature. For example, when a young man left his childhood home to find himself a place to built his own house onto, he needed to ask a permission from a spruce before building the house. If the spruce approved him, he was free to settle next to the tree and use it as his guide and advisor. If not, he needed to find another tree.

Now, I think it was Christianity that arrived to Finland from West through Sweden. The Swedish priests were horrified to find out that barbaric Finns didn't elevate themselves above animals like Christian God had intended. The priest decided that the language needs to be changes; hän for men, hen for women.

Finns were "Well excuse me NO, NO WAY. We will reluctantly accept hän but for all genders, and we will not use it except in formal situations thank you very much."

Modern spoken Finnish still uses se (it) for everyone. I am it, you are it, my mom's it, your mom's it, the president is it, God is it. A normal Finnish conversation goes like: I spoke with Mari. It said its boyfriend was being an ass again. I told it it should leave it, as the guy is clearly an idiot, and how it means nothing but bad news, but Mari said it had feelings for it and how it would be a difficult thing for Mari to do, even if its being treated so badly by its boyfriend.

So, I personally have NO emotional connections to any gendered pronouns. NONE. If I could choose, I would be called it in English and in any gendered language, but it doesn't work as it doesn't have the same connotation in other languages.

That being said, she works for me in English and in gendered languages. But it doesn't mean anything to me in a way that I MUST BE called she or else I'm upset. I don't associate any gender for myself in/with language based pronouns because such thing doesn't exist in my language. In Finnish, I'm it that is a female :D

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“All of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will…Where do you want to start?”

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“What, no hello?” Matt asked, leaning casually against the wall like the fact that he had just turned up at her apartment in the dark, after over two years since he’d ‘died’ with no word from him, was just a normal thing.

“I could punch you in the throat?” Jessica suggested, raising her eyebrow at him in challenge.

He did that little helpless smile she remembered him doing when she was angry at him. She hated that she still remembered the differences between his smiles. “You could. It wouldn’t be very nice.”

“You died, Murdock, and then you came back and you didn’t even call. I think we’re past being nice.”

Matt shows up in Jessica's office for the first time since he died, with a case in hand. They quickly realise they're up against something big, and it might take more than just the two of them to take the operation down.

read the first chapter HERE!

[introvertedtaliswrites]

“What, no hello?” Matt asked, leaning casually against the wall like the fact that he had just turned up at her apartment in the dark, after over two years since he’d ‘died’ with no word from him, was just a normal thing.

“I could punch you in the throat?” Jessica suggested, raising her eyebrow at him in challenge.

He did that little helpless smile she remembered him doing when she was angry at him. She hated that she still remembered the differences between his smiles. “You could. It wouldn’t be very nice.”

“You died, Murdock, and then you came back and you didn’t even call. I think we’re past being nice.”

Matt shows up in Jessica's office for the first time since he died, with a case in hand. They quickly realise they're up against something big, and it might take more than just the two of them to take the operation down.

read the first chapter HERE!

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Much to the surprise of absolutely no-one, being Zeus’s bastard offspring wasn’t exactly diamonds and roses. More of the opposite, to be honest.

Bellamy missed Themyscira, missed his mother and his sisters, missed the island air. He knew he couldn’t go back, but he wished more than anything that he could turn back time to spend a few more moments with his family. Instead, he was stuck on Mount Olympus, doing whatever jobs Zeus threw at him.

A godly janitor.

He shouldn’t have expected anything less, considering the history of gods discarding their half-mortal offspring, but it still hurt.

read Part 2 HERE!

[introvertedtaliswrites]

Much to the surprise of absolutely no-one, being Zeus’s bastard offspring wasn’t exactly diamonds and roses. More of the opposite, to be honest.

Bellamy missed Themyscira, missed his mother and his sisters, missed the island air. He knew he couldn’t go back, but he wished more than anything that he could turn back time to spend a few more moments with his family. Instead, he was stuck on Mount Olympus, doing whatever jobs Zeus threw at him.

A godly janitor.

He shouldn’t have expected anything less, considering the history of gods discarding their half-mortal offspring, but it still hurt.

read Part 2 HERE!

[introvertedtaliswrites]

Much to the surprise of absolutely no-one, being Zeus’s bastard offspring wasn’t exactly diamonds and roses. More of the opposite, to be honest.

Bellamy missed Themyscira, missed his mother and his sisters, missed the island air. He knew he couldn’t go back, but he wished more than anything that he could turn back time to spend a few more moments with his family. Instead, he was stuck on Mount Olympus, doing whatever jobs Zeus threw at him.

A godly janitor.

He shouldn’t have expected anything less, considering the history of gods discarding their half-mortal offspring, but it still hurt.

read Part 2 HERE!

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Part 3:  Everything Is Shit (except my friendship with you)

A Good Omens AU in which the Apocalypse is imminent and a tired demon is in love with an exhausted angel. Also the Antichrist is their adopted daughter. It’s complicated. 

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[introvertedtaliswrites]

Part 3:  Everything Is Shit (except my friendship with you)

A Good Omens AU in which the Apocalypse is imminent and a tired demon is in love with an exhausted angel. Also the Antichrist is their adopted daughter. It’s complicated. 

Keep reading

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a Halloween fic for @pawprinterfanfic ft. ghosts, magic and fluff

“What are you gonna do, tell him you see ghosts?” “I think she should.” Murphy grinned, appearing on the top shelf and looking down at them all. “Shut up, Murphy.” Clarke elbowed Wells and he dropped his hand. Bellamy was still standing in front of her, eyes narrowed, and she sighed. “Forget it.” Bellamy rolled his eyes and pushed past her on his way out of the freezer, apparently determined to be stuck in there with her a moment longer, but as the bare skin of his arm came into contact with her hand, an electric shock passed through her. Clarke has been able to see ghosts all her life, and at this point they’re mostly a nuisance. Then she gets a job at a bar and immediately gets off on the wrong foot with her hot coworker. But maybe Bellamy Blake is the only one who can help her.

Read it HERE!

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Clarke glanced over at the guy who'd been hovering in the corner of her vision all day. "You okay with this?"

"Do I have a choice?" Bellamy asked, eyebrow raised.

"Who are you talking to?" Her mother asked, looking between her and the blank wall.

"Nobody."

"Said Odysseus." Bellamy muttered.

Clarke grinned. "Nerd."

"Princess."

The Sense8 AU I've been promising to write for nearly three years, dedicated to my first wife @clarkgriffon. Happy anniversary bby 💗

Read it HERE!

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Clarke had never really played well with others, but she supposed the imminent alien invasion was as good a time as any to branch out.

The Justice League AU I’ve been bursting to write for two years, ft. Clarke as Batman because this is who I am as a person. 

Read it HERE!!!

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“You called in favours for me?” Midge raised an eyebrow coolly, even as her pulse thrummed a little harder than it had before. “I thought I told you not to do that.”

“You told me not to do that when you were getting yourself back on your feet,” he pointed out, waving a hand, like it was nothing. No big deal. “Now you’re firmly back on your feet, and you’re a very good friend of mine, and a very good comedian, and it’s time the whole world knew it. Besides, it’s not a favour, I don’t do favours anymore. I’ll put it on your tab.”

Midge couldn’t remember how to swallow, and her voice was too soft, too earnest, too much, when she said, “Lenny.”

The sheepish expression grew and he fidgeted uncomfortably. “You don’t need to make it into some big thing - you’ve been standing outside my playdates for a long time, it’s time you get some playdates for me to bring an umbrella to.”

Read the Chapter 3 HERE!

Chapter One!

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“How did a woman end up fighting Jaha’s war? I didn’t think he let girls in - or is he getting desperate?”

In the panic, she hadn’t realised that her disguise had come loose in the fall into the bunker, fake nose on the floor and shirt ripped open to reveal the edges of the binder. “He’s not, he doesn’t, I…” “Lied,” the edges of his mouth twitched. “I figured. You pretended to be a dude just to join a war? Why?” “My dad’s sick. I couldn’t let him fight,” Clarke admitted. “And I don’t want to fight this war, but maybe I can help. Maybe we can find peace someday. If we can do that, maybe all this is worth it.” AKA the MULAN AU that @mamabearsdontthink asked for because i cannot help myself

Part One HERE!

[introvertedtaliswrites]

“How did a woman end up fighting Jaha’s war? I didn’t think he let girls in - or is he getting desperate?”

In the panic, she hadn’t realised that her disguise had come loose in the fall into the bunker, fake nose on the floor and shirt ripped open to reveal the edges of the binder. “He’s not, he doesn’t, I…” “Lied,” the edges of his mouth twitched. “I figured. You pretended to be a dude just to join a war? Why?” “My dad’s sick. I couldn’t let him fight,” Clarke admitted. “And I don’t want to fight this war, but maybe I can help. Maybe we can find peace someday. If we can do that, maybe all this is worth it.” AKA the MULAN AU that @mamabearsdontthink asked for because i cannot help myself

Part One HERE!

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Part 7: Coming Unglued

For a moment, nothing happened, and then darkness began creeping in around the edges of her vision, enveloping the white walls and rising up from the floor. But this darkness wasn’t like the one from before - this was pure silence. 

This was death. 

Clarke’s final thought was of Bellamy, of the way his arms felt around her, of his eyes, of him calling her name. 

And then the blackness swallowed her whole.

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Read it here on ao3 or start from the beginning! and hey, here’s the playlist!