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[yellowistheraddest]

cleaned my desktop after submitting my project report and it looks so naked

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Your analyses are the best. They are so fun to read and I over think everything afterwarrs

Thank you!

For analyses above my level, I highly recommend checking out these if you haven't already read them:

The two chapters of Kei Toda's Reading The Promised Neverland with a British/American Literature Scholar (2020) that have been translated into English by fans (Chapter 2: Religion by @thathilomgirl & @0hana0fubuki0 | Chapter 3: Gender by @1000sunnygo)

Anime Feminist's "Emma’s Choice: The gender-norm nightmare at the heart of The Promised Neverland" article (2018) (good follow-up to Toda's chapter on gender)

Jackson P. Brown's "Thoughts on… The Promised Neverland, and Black Women in Manga" (2018) blog post and Zeria's video essay/blog post (2019) on Krone's depiction

Jairus Taylor's "The Unfulfilled Potential of The Promised Neverland Anime" (2021) which made me more open to the idea of a remake of S1

For tumblr posts (some of these I'm linking through my blog because I either had a minor link addition or think the OP's/prev's tags deserve to be seen and rebloggable, but you can just click through to the original post):

@puff-poff's exploration of the demon world's culture (Part 1 & Part 2)

@just-like-playing-tag's examination of the farm system, Emma character analysis launched by a minute change in S2e02, and mini-Isabella analysis regarding her treatment of Ray (along with her blog just being a wealth of knowledge in general)

@hylialeia's post on the series' handling of Norman's plan/the oppressed and oppressors

@avadescent's analysis of the S2 ED album art (Norman and Emma are perpendicular; Emma and Ray are parallel.)

@linkspooky has a lot of analyses from when the series was running but special mention to this analysis of Norman's character

@vobomon also has a lot but special mention to her Norman is autistic and Norman has PTSD posts

@goldiipond's "Ray is autistic" essay

@emmaspolaroid with some of the best Emma and Emma & Isabella meta in general

@nullaby's post on Isabella and Ray's relationship

[tfdtreasurer]

i like to think eridan found out she was transfem through royale high

i just think its silly

Had to look up what royale high is but seems like a fun detail to the headcanon! Because it's a headcanon any silly reason is good as the rest, and that kind of dress up game isn't actually that far from my personal way she finds out.

It's hard for me to overstate how much I absolutely love pale EriKan. It is god's gift to me and me personally, I love it so much. Kanaya being Eridan's moirail would mean she absolutely gets used as a model for dresses. That modeling of femme presentations would be the core way that Eridan first feels a kind of gender euphoria, extremely important to a character that never smiles (in talksprites she only ever really sneers, it is a stretch to call those smiles). And from there, Kanaya would be able to notice the things that make her moirail genuinely happy and pacified and just generally at peace with herself which just ung so cute this is why I love you transfemme Eridan. In whatever alternate situation that allows Eridan to live for the meteor journey, it would allow Kanaya to fulfill her destiny of hatching an egg twofold, meaning both the matriorb, and ironically, Eridan.

Anyways, I figure Eridan to be more a typical grand strategy, 4X, RTS-RTT wargamer girlie. My headcanon for Kanaya is closer to Royale High, in that she would play more "casual" fashion/dress up games. Moreover, she'd play ones with competition mechanics but not very robust ones that she gets SUPER MAD about them not being robust or realistic. It's not like her lack of technological knowledge is a core part of her character, her needing Sollux's tech support is pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but I do like to think it's because she's not really aware of the limitations of computers to understand fashion the way she does. But she gets really, jade-in-the-face, cursing-at-the-screen mad when her well thought out outfits are disliked by the digital judges.

If Eridan doesn't find out she's trans by playing Royale High, Kanaya is definitely liable to get her to play it with her after she finds out and starts wanting to define her own feminine fashion sense. Engaging with the premise a little more, having talked about Nepeta and roleplay recently, I also like to think Kanaya brings her along because the only other person that she's able to get to play with her is Nepeta and she's really only there for the RP part, and is very much "oversized trenchcoat" level of fashion. Kanaya introduces Eridan to the game only to discover that her fashion taste is just as bad when it's feminine as it is when it's masculine. But, she still likes that it makes Eridan happy, and does her best to translate Eridan's awful in game outfits to more fashionable ones outside the game. Plus, it aligns with roleplay being the way Eridan is able to shed the masculine legacy of the orphaner.

As a capstone to the whole thing, I think the Royale High idea is nice because headcanons are just more fun when they're in the spirit of Homestuck, and this trio playing it would be a fun little parallel to the battleship journey's Ghostbusters MMORPG.

That was a fun one, thanks anon!

[summae]

can you elaborate on your goku is gay and unfit for marriage thing (also loved your kakavege)

Hi first of all thank you :) I'm glad you liked it! Second of all I can but I'm afraid people will stone me to death even though I don't think it's too controversial of an opinion, so I have to preface this by saying that while I am using canon to make a statement I am in no way saying it's the only right way of analysing Goku ok 🫶 have fun be nasty do whatever you want but don't engage this in bad faith because I'm an adult & I don't care about petty fights on the internet.

That being said, my overall opinion of Goku is that he's too Other to fit in. In any sense, he doesn't ascribe to any moral & ethical value of the human world, and how could he, he was socialised by two old men who weren't exactly paragons of virtue (and this plays another part in my analysis) & every person he's met with has only ever thought Ah this is an odd one & all the explanations possibly given fell flat to his ears. Goku can never be anything else than Goku, even before the reveal that he was a Saiyan & not from Earth, he was never going to fit in. That's how it works, you can criticise the choice but I actually think it's perfectly fine. The explanation of alien genetics aside, Goku's role in the story is one of extreme separation. Any choice a 'normal human' would make looks wrong on him. The manga establishes this very well: Goku is not a voluntary hero. He's selfish and greedy, he's childish and doesn't like when things don't go his way. He's singleminded: he fights evil not because it's his moral duty but because he wants to find his limits, he obviously cares a lot about his friends and he wants to protect them, so it's partially incidential that the evil who threatens the planet & the universe is also the evil that threatens his friends. That's why I think his choice to remain dead was at the same time the most selfless he's been & most selfish but that's besides the point.

What I am saying is that Goku isn't made to remain still in a society that wants to bind him to certain hyperspecific roles he doesn't understand. Husband and father are just not things Goku can be; he's too evanescent, he's a presence that guides and leads the narrative but he himself has little place In it, meaning the milieu he inhabits & frequents is not his and never will be, because he has no need to and most likely doesn't want to. And again, I want to stress that he does care about his friends, and he loves them, and he's willing to go to extremes to protect them, but that doesn't make Goku understand social norms. He is wild, and he will remain wild, because that's how he was raised and how he understands himself. His discipline is self imposed.

So he will never be a husband, because he can't be one. He doesn't want to be one, it's too restricting, it's a role he cannot fulfill. Same thing as a father, he doesn't understand what being fatherly entails. We can argue all day whether Goku is a good parental figure or not but on this regard I will only say that caring for your child's wellbeing does not make a good father on its own.

As for the gay aspect, it partially stems from all of this. I don't want to go for the route of 'character x never expressed interest in y gender so they are z sexuality' because that's stupid, & for Goku in specific it can be partially attributed to his childish insight but at the same time. Goku shows interest for other people, he's downright obsessed by them at times, and you can say it's because he admires their strengths but I think it can be read as more than just 'aesthetics'. I think since he was raised by two terrible men his own perception of what's normal in a relationship is askew, add to this the fact that the first people in love he's ever had prolonged contact with are Yamcha and Bulma well, you can guess what that does to a kid. There can be no romance for Goku that is heteronormative, he doesn't care. Like I said, he is selfish & I think that's what compels him. With Vegeta it's mutual obsession, and again in my reading of them as characters they never 'settle down', they'll never have a normal relationship. Vegeta might crave it but Goku is unable to give it to him, because of how fundamentally Goku he is. And to repeat myself a third time, he cares about his friends. He cares about Chi-Chi, just not in the way Chi-Chi would like.

I think what people fail to realise when reflecting on their marriage is that Chi-Chi is an extremely misogynistic character, in the sense that she's written in a very bad way. You're not supposed to like her, that's the thing. She's the shackles & the anchor & what have you, she's written like that & while the way she behaves is absolutely normal in a certain sense (she throws "fits" but they are justified lol...) I don't think erasing the fact that she's a badly written character that upholds misogynistic values in order to make her some sort of girlboss is good. A more nuanced analysis of Chi-Chi's character, and subsequently of Gochi, is what I wish people would go for. A failed marriage is much more interesting from a narrative point of view than a perfect one, and tbh I honestly can't see why people don't try to have more fun with this dynamic! But again, to each their own. I understand the need for comfort, I just don't think any relationship with Goku will bring any comfort to anyone.

Also there's a total of like five women in dragon ball so. It's like lord of the rings.

This has gotten way out of hands, a tl;dr is that I personally read Goku as an outsider from a human society perspective and thus I don't believe he will ever fulfill any kind of patriarchal heteronormative (I know how I sound) role because he hasn't been raised in these boxes and he has no desire to enter in them Now. And stemming from this my own view of the character is that Goku is much more interested in the male form & body and that the closest thing to romantic attachment he can show is obsession. You can read it as aromantic as well, I like the gayaro thing sometimes.

And AGAIN this is MY reading of the character, I am confident in my grasp of canon so I know I'm not pulling things out of thin air, but I am not saying that this is the end all be all for Goku. You can think anything you want it's within your rights & I appreciate any sort of analysis because that's what makes it fun. Ok thank you 😽

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[writer-logbook]

How I improved my writing style... without actually writing.

Intro : It's just a clickbait title to talk about theory and side techniques - before actually practicing, of course.

LINGUISTIC ISN'T GRAMMAR - AND IT'S BETTER TO KNOW ABOUT BOTH. It's useful for writing impactful dialogue and giving your characters depth. Your characters' language should (ideally) take into account: their social position (rich or poor), the locality (local expressions?) and sometimes their age (different cultural references). And this is best transcribed with linguistic knowledge. In short: linguistics is descriptive, grammar is prescriptive.

The areas of linguistic analysis are syntax (rules governing the structure of sentences),  semantics (meaning),  morphology (structure of words), phonetics (speech sounds and equivalent gestures in sign languages), phonology (the abstract sound system of a particular language, and analogous systems of sign languages), and pragmatics (how the context of use contributes to meaning). (Linguistics, Wikipedia)

Literary theory isn't as boring as it sounds. Learn more about internal criteria of the text (figure of speech, style, aesthetic...) and external criteria of the text (the author's persona and responsability, the role of the reader and what is left to interpretation...). I refer you to the French Wikipedia page, which you can translate directly via your browser in case you need more information. (Make sure you translate the page not switch language, because the content isn't the same).

Listening to Youtube Video about the analysis of film sequences and/or scenario. Remember when I told you to read historical fiction to learn how to describe a castle properly ? Same vibe.

Novel adaptations of movies. = when the movie exists before the book, and not the other way around. e.g : The Shape of Water ; Pan's Labyrinth. In line with tip n°3, it allows us to see how emotions, scenes and descriptions have been translated into writing - and thus to better visualize concepts that may have been abstract.

Read books about authors' writing experiences. e.g : Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. Everyone's different, but they can provide some insightful tips not only on the act of writing itself, but on the environment conducive to writing, planning… Comparing completely different authors' experience could also be fun (this video of King and Martin is actually one of my fav)

Ah and many thanks for your ❤ and reblogs on my latest post ! UwU

[silvermoon424]

This is your daily reminder to archive your favorite fandom stuff!!!

I've been a voracious archivist/data hoarder ever since I first got access to a computer, and it's paid off more times than I can count. Just the other day I came across a PDF copy of an analysis post for one of my fandoms. The post was made on an old forum and is the most detailed and interesting analysis of a particular story element I've ever seen. Back in like 2012 I saved the post as a PDF, because even then I saved everything I liked.

Anyway, flash forward to 2025 and I decided to see if the URL included in the document was still live. I wasn't very surprised to see that the forum is long dead. However, even the Wayback Machine had no record of this thread. If I hadn't saved a copy of it way back when, I would have never, ever been able to read this analysis again!

The Internet Archive is sadly not infallible, especially when it comes to things like forum threads. You can do your part by manually saving things to the Wayback Machine, but I also recommend keeping your own archives. Aside from just saving pages as PDFs, I highly recommend a browser extension called SingleFile that lets you archive pages as HTML files.

[erodasfishtacos]

The Bikini Top That Started It ||FWB!H ||

prompt: a look into h and yn's relationship/ how it started

word count: 4.5k

warnings: body shaming, bullying/teasing, toxic relationships, infidelity

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YN didn’t know why she felt so off the entire next day at work.

There was no specific trigger she could point to—no hangover, no fight, no tangible reason for the discomfort prickling beneath her skin.

But she could link it to knowing that she felt it instantly after getting her own car after saying ‘goodbye’ to Harry. 

The moment she stepped into the office that morning, everything felt... misaligned.

Her usual rhythm was gone. 

Tasks she could normally do with her eyes closed took longer, her mind drifting constantly, and her body felt disconnected, almost like she was watching herself go through the motions from a few feet above.

It didn’t take long for Georgia to notice.

After her own presentation mid-morning, Georgia made a detour into YN’s office. 

She leaned casually against the doorframe, but there was a suspicion in the way she was looking at YN.

“You’re not hungover, are you?” She asked, tilting her head slightly, “You alright?”

YN managed a quick nod, followed by a small, forced smile,“Yeah. Just… tired, I guess.”

It wasn’t a lie, not exactly. 

She was tired—but more in the emotional, soul-crushing way than physically. 

She was exhausted by the whirlwind of last night, the closeness, the intimacy, the thrill—and now, this strange emotional hangover she couldn’t seem to shake.

She wished she could tell Georgia everything. 

She always told her everything. 

Georgia was her best friend, her rock, her sounding board through every high and low. 

Maybe if she shared what had happened, what was happening, Georgia could help her make sense of why she felt like this.

But it was too deep now. 

Too far gone.

What she had with Harry didn’t feel like something she could hand over for analysis just yet. 

It was special, wrapped in something soft and untouchable. 

So she kept it quiet, close to her chest.

Part of it was selfishness. 

She wanted to keep it hers for just a little while longer.

And another part—the bigger one, maybe was fear. 

Fear that once other people knew, once it left the cocoon of secrecy, it would change.

Shift and maybe even end.

Because if she admitted it out loud, it would suddenly feel real.

And if it was real, it could break.

The restlessness hadn’t left her all day. 

It sat in her chest like an itch she couldn’t reach, an unsettled fluttering that made her check her phone more often than she should, hoping for a text, a message, anything. 

She felt like she couldn’t breathe properly until she saw him again.

Did he enjoy their night?

Did she do a good job?

It was all this anxiety spurring around whether or not she had pleased him when she knew she did, she had clear evidence dripping down her thighs on the drive home that he had but it was still eating at her because she just wanted to be good for him and she hoped that she had been.

Georgia wouldn’t tell anyone if YN asked her not to.

 That wasn’t the issue but Georgia—subtle as she could be was always observant.

Always catching things others didn’t. 

If she knew, even subconsciously, she’d start noticing things. 

Little glances, lingering touches, moments where Harry and YN looked at each other for just a second too long. 

She’d piece it together, not because she meant to but because she couldn't help it.

And YN didn’t want anyone looking at them like that.

Especially not Georgia.

Because Georgia would remind her that this might not be a good idea. 

That despite all the chemistry, all the history, there were things at play here that could make everything fall apart.

Georgia knew YN had always had a little thing for Harry.

It was an old joke among their group, really—a harmless little crush that had bloomed years ago when they first met. 

Back when Harry was still dating Lauren, and YN was still tangled up in things with Ben. 

She never admitted the depth of it, how often he crossed her mind, how her stomach flipped every time he smiled in her direction.

It faded in and out, when things were going alright with Ben - she thought much less about him, maybe fleeting or admiring how pretty his smile is from afar but nothing more than that.

When things were going poorly with Ben, that’s when she would be hyper aware of what a gentleman Harry was.

The way Harry would pull out chairs for Lauren, the way he always seemed to be attuned to her needs—refilling her drink without being asked, checking on her without being annoying. 

The way he touched her, casually but consistently, that steady arm around her shoulders, the quiet presence at her side. 

YN found herself wondering what it felt like to be in her place.

Not to be Lauren.

Just… to be his.

She told herself it was normal. 

Everyone had crushes.

But there was one night, one very specific night, that changed everything.

It was almost five months ago now.

A week before Harry and Lauren split up.

About a month before she and Ben finally fell apart completely.

They were at Jessa’s parents’ vacation home on the lake, just a few hours out of the city. 

It was a stunning place—, big windows overlooking the water, and a wrap-around deck where the group gathered for drinks most nights. 

YN just wanted to go home.

The whole thing was supposed to be carefree -swimming, drinking, boating, lazy afternoons in hammocks and loud, wine-drunk dinners.

A friend group reunion where everyone could unwind. 

But all YN could feel was the constant pressure in her chest—the heaviness that came from being surrounded by happy, touchy couples while her own relationship teetered on the edge of collapse.

Ben had been picking fights since they pulled out of the driveway, and YN was no longer biting her tongue. 

She was too tired to pretend anymore, every word between them was tinged with irritation. 

Harry, though… Harry was different.

He had a calmness to him that put her at ease, over the last couple years, they'd gotten close in a quiet way— just shared conversations and glances that lingered too long. 

They didn’t text every day, didn’t hang out one-on-one, but when they talked, it was deeper than anything she ever managed with Ben. 

Their conversations felt safe and real, like being seen without having to ask for it.

It was the first night at the lake house.

A big drinking game had started on the back deck—flip cup, then beer pong—but YN and Harry had quietly opted out after the first round, drifting away from the table. 

It wasn’t intentional. 

Their seats were just next to each other. 

Then one topic turned into another, and the game quickly became background noise.

He had a few beers in him. 

Not drunk, but loosened enough to speak more freely than usual.

They started with her promotion—she was newly promoted at work, and Harry was genuinely interested, asking thoughtful questions about what it meant, what she wanted to do with it. 

Then the conversation shifted, he admitted, almost shyly, how overwhelmed he was with his business, how being self-employed, with no employees, meant that every responsibility was his—and that sometimes, the weight of it crushed him a little.

He got quieter, more serious, as he spoke about his mom, about how she couldn’t afford a medication she needed a few years back, and how that moment lit something in him. 

That was when he knew he needed to build something sustainable—not just for himself, but to be able to take care of her.

The way he talked about her was so soft, protective, grateful—it nearly undid YN. 

Her eyes prickled with tears she didn’t want to explain.

It was rare, so rare, to see a man speak so openly and lovingly about his mother.

The game was wrapping up, noise and movement shifted their way. 

Ben was slowly stumbling toward her, drink in hand. 

Lauren was making her way toward Harry, too, giggling and clearly far too drunk, her voice shrill even before she got close.

And that’s when Harry said it—quiet, like it slipped out without permission.

“Thanks for listening. I can’t talk to Lauren like this.”

YN blinked at him, caught off guard, a  response was forming on her tongue—What? Talk about your feelings? but she swallowed it. 

Instead, she leaned over and squeezed his knee gently, a reassurance, “You can talk to me anytime, Harry.”

He looked at her then, really looked at her. 

There was a sadness there she hadn’t expected. 

His hand, warm and steady, wrapped around hers, “You're too sweet, you know that?”

She barely had time to process it before Lauren practically collapsed into his lap, laughing and wrapping her arms around him. 

YN pulled her hand back immediately, heart skipping.

Lauren didn’t notice—too drunk, too loud, too focused on getting Harry’s attention.

But YN noticed. 

And so did Harry.

+

The next day, the heat was vicious.

Most of the group had migrated down to the lake to cool off, but the core crew—Mitch, Hailee, Georgia, Jessa, Niall, Harry, and Ben—had stayed back at the house pool. 

Lauren had tried to coax Harry to join her and her friends at the lake, but he’d refused, gently but firmly.

YN had watched the tension build in Lauren’s posture before she stormed off with a passive-aggressive comment under her breath.

Harry’s jaw tightened, she saw the way he stared after her like he wanted to shout something—but didn’t.

Instead, he just turned back to the pool and slipped into the water like nothing had happened.

YN and Ben hadn’t been having a good morning.

He’d woken her up—twice trying to initiate sex even after she told him no. 

She was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and had made a snide comment about his "functioning hand" and the lotion in the bathroom which sparked a meltdown. 

He slammed the bathroom door, only to storm out moments later, furious that she hadn’t chased after him.

It was always like that—she was either cruel for ignoring him or manipulative for engaging. 

She was so tired of the drama, of walking on eggshells, of being made to feel like she was impossible to love.

She didn’t want to be here.

No, she would much rather be at her own apartment and away from all the alcohol, all the mean girls, and most importantly she wanted to be away from her own boyfriend which was pathetic.

She didn’t want to think about how he'd casually mentioned engagement the night before, and how she’d had to fight the urge to physically gag at the idea.

YN was at the point of knowing that she needed to break up with him, she thought about it everyday but hesitated constantly because she didn’t want to do with the meltdown that he would have, the messiness that would be their breakup because he was convinced that they were going to get married.

But it was fine. 

At some point while everyone was chatting, Harry swam up beside her, casual, but with serious eyes—as he asked, “Alright?”

YN nodded subtly, but she knew it didn’t match her demeanor—her body was tense, her jaw tight, and she hadn’t managed even the faintest smile.

Harry’s frown deepened, eyes narrowing slightly, “What’s wrong?”

But before she could answer, Niall was yelling something at Harry, pulling his attention away, and by the time he turned back to ask again, YN had already swum off—wanting to avoid the conversation entirely.

-

Someone decided that it would be a good idea to play chicken.

YN was perched on Ben’s shoulders, legs wrapped around his neck awkwardly for balance.

Hailee was on Mitch’s.

It was chaotic and loud—everyone laughing, cheering, the water sloshing around them in waves. 

YN was laughing too, even if it felt a little forced, until suddenly—she toppled off Ben’s shoulders. 

One second she was upright, and the next she was plunging under the surface, her mouth open in a surprised gasp that filled with water.

She came up sputtering, blinking chlorine from her eyes, heart pounding.

Something didn’t feel right.

Then the cold hit her chest, bare skin where there should have been fabric.

Her bikini top was gone.

Instinctively, her hands flew to her breasts, trying to cover as much as she could.

And there was Ben grinning like an idiot, waving her neon pink bikini top in the air like it was some kind of sick trophy.

He let out a loud, mocking catcall, “Wooo! There are the girls!”

YN flinched in horror, the noise drawing attention to her. 

When she turned toward him, she saw the glint in his eye—playful, smug, and entirely unkind.

“Ben, stop,” She squeaked, voice cracking as she reached for the top with one hand, still desperately trying to shield herself with the other,  “Please, give it back.”

Her chest was half-exposed, at least one nipple visible, and the realization made her stomach turn.

“What do I get for giving it back?” Ben teased, his voice boyish and cruel. 

He laughed as he held the top just out of her reach, standing a head taller than her in the water.

It was the kind of joke a schoolyard bully would make—mean-spirited, immature, humiliating.

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

She felt small. 

Exposed. 

Powerless.

Her boyfriend—the person who was supposed to protect her, make her feel safe was the one putting her through this. 

He didn’t care that other people could see her, didn’t care that she was clearly distressed.

And then, like the final punchline to his awful little joke, he whipped the bikini top out of the pool and flung it toward the grass, where it landed in a limp, fluorescent pile.

That was it.

Tears were streaming freely now—hot with embarrassment and shame.

No one was laughing anymore.

She heard someone mutter under their breath, quiet but cutting. 

“That’s kind of fucked up.” 

It was Niall.

And then, everything happened fast.

Water splashed violently as Harry stormed across the pool, his expression thunderous. 

His jaw was clenched, chest heaving slightly as he shoved Ben back with both hands, nearly knocking him off balance.

“What the fuck is your issue?” He roared, loud enough that it echoed.

Ben stumbled, caught off guard, arms flailing for balance, “Jesus, relax—”

But Harry was already turning away from him, walking through the water toward YN.

She froze.

She’d never seen him this angry—never even close.

 It was intense, nearly frightening in its rawness but when he reached her, his expression shifted—anger still simmering beneath the surface, but his voice was calm and firm.

“Get out of the pool,” He said, not a question, “Walk in front of me.”

She knew she looked pitiful—her soaked hair clinging to her cheeks, red-rimmed eyes, lips trembling as she tried to keep her arms folded tightly over her chest.

“Look the other fuckin’ way!” Harry snapped over his shoulder at the group. 

His hand pressed gently to her lower back, guiding her forward with quiet urgency.

Her cheeks were hot and flushed, not just from shame, but from the self-consciousness she’d carried for so long—her chest was small, her nipples puffy in a way Ben had often joked about. 

She hated that people had seen her like this, hated that it had happened in front of him.

Harry  steered her to the side of the pool where the lounge chairs were, grabbed his crumpled t-shirt from a cushion, and without a word, pulled it gently over her head. 

He held it carefully so that she was covered the entire time, only letting go when her arms were through the sleeves and the oversized fabric draped over her hips.

“Thank you,” She sniffled, voice shaky, weak.

Her cheeks burned hotter. 

She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed that people had seen the most insecure part of her body… or that her boyfriend had been the one to expose it, to ridicule her when she was vulnerable.

It was overwhelming.

It was shameful.

Harry’s voice was soft again, quieter now. “I ca—”

“I’m, uh…” She cut in, shaking her head, trying to keep her voice even, it cracked anyway, “I’m just going to go to my room for a bit.”

He didn’t get a chance to respond. 

She was already scurrying off, the hem of his shirt clinging to her wet skin as she fled.

-

Ben followed eventually.

His apology was weak at best. 

More of a backhanded dismissal—mumbling things like, “You can’t take a joke,” and “Sorry you don’t have a sense of humor.”

The cherry on top: “They’re just tits.”

YN kicked him out twice. 

She didn’t show her face the rest of the day.

By the time Ben returned to the room to get ready for dinner, she hadn’t moved from the bed. 

Her back was to him, knees drawn up toward her chest beneath the covers, the TV playing some trashy reality show on low volume.

This wasn’t how she’d imagined her vacation.

Ben came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and an annoyed scowl on his face.

“Why aren’t you getting ready? The dinner reservation’s at seven. Everyone’s going.”

“I don’t feel like it,” YN said softly, voice flat. 

She didn’t look at him.

Ben huffed like he was the one being inconvenienced, “Are you seriously still throwing a temper tantrum about earlier?”

She swallowed down the hurt, tried to steady the anger swirling just beneath her skin, “I said I don’t feel like it.”

“Whatever,” He muttered, grabbing a shirt from his suitcase, “I don’t want you to come if you’re going to have a piss-poor attitude anyway. Fucking bullshit. You always manage to find something wrong.”

-

The house was empty.

Everyone had gone out to dinner.

YN stayed behind.

Eventually, after some mindless comfort TV and a generous handful of junk food, she started to feel the tight grip on her chest begin to loosen.

One of her favorite things to do was go for a night swim—when the sun was setting, and the sky turned neon orange and pink, and the air was still warm but quiet.

So she changed into a fresh bathing suit, assuming her old top was still out on the grass where it had landed, and made her way outside.

The pool was still.

Peaceful.

Exactly what she needed.

She brought a book with her, propping her elbows on the edge of the pool as she read.

“S’that book any good?”

YN screams, a girlish high-pitched yelp because when the fuck did Harry appear?

He was standing towards the shallow end of the pool, still in his short swim shorts and a fresh shirt.

“Jesus,” YN puts a hand on her chest, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Harry’s mouth curved into a soft smile, eyes crinkling with amusement. 

“Sorry, darling,” he said gently, voice teasing but careful, his steps slow as he approached the edge of the pool.

His voice was warm—teasing, but careful.

Darling.

He’d called that a few times when they’d have private conversations but never in front of others.

“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you go to dinner?” YN asks with confusion, she does a quick glance around and doesn’t see Lauren or anyone else for that matter.

Harry eased down beside her, slipping his feet into the water. 

“Lauren and I weren’t getting along,” He admitted, watching the ripples curl away from his ankles, “I needed a break. She wasn’t too happy about earlier.”

YN wanted to point out that he hadn’t even spent any of the day with her and he needed a break already.

YN’s brows pinched. “Earlier?”

He let out a dry, humorless laugh and shook his head, “Yeah. Georgia told her what happened. She told me I overstepped, that I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Then she asked if I saw your tits.”

YN rolled her eyes, the sound more tired than annoyed, “Did you tell her not to worry? That there’s nothing to see anyway?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to hers, his jaw tightening, “Why would you talk about yourself like that?”

She glanced away, shoulders shrinking in on themselves, feeling put on the spot suddenly, “It’s just the truth. I already feel insecure about them on a good day. And today…” She trailed off, swallowing hard, “It felt like Ben was trying to humiliate me on purpose. Like he wanted to spotlight what I hate most about my body.”

Harry snorted—a sudden, unexpected sound and it made her eyes narrow.

“You think that’s funny?” She asked, the tension in her chest tightening with anger.

“No,” Harry said, shaking his head, his grin still faint, “I think it’s ridiculous that you don’t see yourself the way everyone else does. I’m not trying to be crude or cross any lines, but I did see them—and I was impressed. Genuinely. They’re the prettiest pair I’ve ever seen.”

And just like that, YN’s whole world shifts on it’s axis.

It was inappropriate.


They were both in relationships. 

She wasn’t supposed to like hearing that but the words sank into the cracks Ben had left in her, spreading warmth where there had only been cold, embarrassed silence earlier.

“Okay, Harry,” She bleats , trying to deflect but also maybe fishing for some more compliments.

“What’s wrong with ‘em then?” Harry presses, she swears either she’s drifted closer or he’s scooted towards her subtly because her shoulder was bumping his calf now.

YN flushes at having to point out exactly what was wrong with them,, “I don’t know. I never minded them but Ben always teases me about how small they are, how small my nipples are, how puffy they are.”

Harry brow furrows, “Your own boyfriend is criticizing your body? He’s fucking blind and a douchebag. I’m not saying it just to say it. I’m a man and I can appreciate a nice pair of tits. And I am fully certified to say that.”

YN can’t help but giggle, easily when a wider grin breaks out on his face like he was pleased with himself for being able to make her laugh.

To hear that her crush thought she was attractive, at least that her breasts were, did something crazy with boosting her ego.

And then, without warning, he tugged off his shirt and slipped into the pool. 

The water rose and shifted around him, glinting in the sunset light. 

He carefully closed her book and set it aside so it wouldn’t get wet.

The quiet intimacy of it made something twist deep in her stomach.

“Why are you with him?” Harry asked after a long beat, moving further into the water. 

His voice was low, thoughtful—but there was a thread of tension under it.

YN’s taken back by the question, “I…What?”

“He treats you like shit, YN. You should break up with him over what happened earlier, let alone all the shit I’ve seen in the past,” Harry tells her with seriousness, “You deserve a million times better than a prick like him. Seriously, fuck him. No one here likes him.”

And YN…well no one had told her that before but she kenw that her friends only put up with Ben because they loved her but otherwise, he wouldn’t be a part of their friend group.

“No real man would’ve let you stand there like that, exposed and crying,” Harry continued, his voice rising just a touch, “And no decent man would say something cruel about your body.”

“He can have an opinion about how he feels about my ches-”


“No, YN. No, he really fuckin’ can’t,” Harry says firmly cutting her off, “He should love every part of you, puffy, small, or elsewise.”

Something hot and sharp flared in her.

“You can say that because your girlfriend has like perfect boobs,” YN points out, nose scrunching with frustration.

Harry shakes his head, “Did you not hear me earlier? I told you that you have the prettiest pair I’ve seen. It’s not a god damn competetion but I’m actively telling you what Ben said isn’t true.”

She rolled her eyes, muttering, “You’re romanticizing them. You saw them for all of two seconds.”

“Then show them to me again.”

Their eyes lock, YN is trying to play the words again and again because what the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck?

Time stopped.

Her brain scrambled to process what he just said, but her hands were already moving, her thumbs hooked under the cups of her bikini top.

She should stop. 

She should stop.

But she didn’t.

She pulled the fabric down.

The sun had dipped just low enough to cast everything in soft, pink-orange light. 

The water shimmered against her skin, droplets clung to the curve of her breasts, and her nipples, tight from the cold, pebbled beneath Harry’s gaze.

“Fuck,” Harry curses as he comes towards her, his hand reaches out but he stops himself, his voice hoarse and raspy in a way he’s never heard, “Can I?”


And YN finds herself nodding with a dry throat, watching him carefully as his hand comes up to cup one of them, and it is fully engulfed by his palm, and he squeezes.

YN can’t help the slight gasp that leaves her lips when he thumbs over her nipple.

She jerked away, yanking her top back up like it burned her, “I can’t—fuck, we can’t do this.”

Harry froze, instantly sobering. 

His expression crumpled slightly, regret written all over his features, “Shit. YN, I didn’t mean to—can we just—”

But she was already moving, already climbing out of the pool as fast as she could, water sloshing at her knees, heart pounding in her chest like it was trying to warn her:

Too far.

[tfdtreasurer]

im a pitch erikan shipper and i find it so interesting that u like them more in the pale quadrant ... i'd love 2 hear what makes them compatible there

Pitch EriKan

I'll start this out just with a quick word on pitch EriKan because it's mentioned and introduces some concepts necessary to understand going in: I don't mind the idea of them pitch, but it'd have to be for a very specific purpose. I actually tend to think that the quadrant system and kismesissitude especially should have been reevaluated as a social system, especially with the opportunity afforded by Homestuck's whole new universe thing. That being said, I have also occasionally played around with the idea that a tumultuous kismesissitude between Kanaya and Eridan does end up breaking apart Kanaya and Rose. At least temporarily. Like a weird fucked up auspisticism that only Eridan is capable of, by throwing a spanner into the works that allows the whole thing to be repaired for its benefit. Because I'll go ahead and say it: Rose and Kanaya don't have a healthy relationship in canon, related to fundamental flaws they have as characters. Look, I'm not saying there's not the real chemistry between them, there absolutely is, but other elements of their characters give them the capacity to ruin what they have. As much as I don't really have any interest in epilogues or post canon or beyond canon or "2" or whatever brand they're establishing it as now, what I hear about what happens between them, while a kick in the teeth, I wouldn't call it out of character for either of them. Yeah it's awful that our super sympathetic and lovable Kanaya is straight-up cuckolded, but she lacks the character development in canon to stick up for herself and prevent it, as harsh as that sounds. However, I think Kanaya could've absolutely received the character development to rectify those flaws and stabilize her relationship with Rose, if Homestuck as a webcomic actually bothered to conclude its story within its own canon. And the clearest path for a troll to receive character development is through moirallegience.

Kanaya, girl...

Yes, you heard me right. Kanaya has flaws. And that's okay. Let girls be fucked up and unhealthy. That's how you tell the story of how they get less fucked up and more healthy.

A quick overview of Kanaya's flaws, as I see them: The root cause of most of them is her passivity. Kanaya's default method of retaliation is ineffective passive aggression until its too late. When she loves someone, she ends up being a chronic enabler of their worst habits. She's prone to auspisticizing for others, a quadrant she herself admits isn't emotionally fulfilling for her. She's just unable to put her foot down for most things, which ends up making her fairly doormat-ish.

Less significant as flaws, she's also kinda fussy (whatever), and... if you ask me, just a touch socially regressive in a way that only really hurts herself. It's no real fault of her own. Kanaya is very deeply associated with religious maternalism and chastity. Her ancestor is literally the Dolorosa, she lives in an ivory tower, has a chastity modus. Where it becomes a flaw is that she connects too much of her self worth to how she can be a mother and carry the matriorb. Oh yeah and there's that whole thing of her reading rainbow drinker romances about forbidden love that definitely doesn't mean anything at all. In my book, she's a classically repressed CatholicSapphic™.

In the ideal world, Eridan and Kanaya exist to improve each other, like some sort of... platonic soulmates 🤔. A key component of moirallegience is the ability of two personalities to complement each other. Pacification is only part of the equation. If Kanaya's flaws are passivity and excessive emotional selflessness, then her moirail should be able to engrain in her a level of assertiveness and selfishness. Y'know, the things that Eridan infamously has in excess, and thus would theoretically balance out in a moirallegience. There's often a stigma attached to "entitlement," especially in relation to privilege, but we also shouldn't throw the baby out with the bath water. You cannot be your own advocate without some sense of entitlement. Kanaya deserves to be entitled to some things.

Let's veer back to me calling Rose and Kanaya a bad relationship, how heretical of me. This concept of Eridan partially serving as a mechanism by which Rose and Kanaya either break up or sort their shit out is so critical to my thinking that I came up with a clever little name for the concept...

VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE

Eridan, unlike Kanaya who is a rainbowdrinker, is a vampire. Well, another form of vampire, besides the emotional kind. She is, according to the United States Military Brevity Code, a HOSTILE ANTI-SHIP MISSILE. A vampire specifically built to strike and sink the RMS Rosemary.

Suspicious Detour

I think I've said before what my favorite panels of Homestuck are from pages 3328 and 3331.

What beautiful styling, what beautiful intertextuality, what beautiful character parallel, what beautiful everything. *Chef's kiss*.

While style can make a panel your most favorite, it can't really make it your least favorite. In a webcomic of so many styles: hero mode and sprites, hussnasty, SBAHJ... the worst a style can be is forgettable. Even "bad" styling, like late comic vriska or lazy background lalorbs can only make me laugh. It can only really be the substance behind a panel that annoys you so greatly as to occupy a spot at the absolute bottom. And this is why the panel of page 6064 is my least favorite panel in homestuck.

Well since substance is my issue, lets give this panel context.

"Ah, but this is Kanaya finally learning how to say 'No.' Isn't this what you want?"

The actual context you can find by clicking the link and going back a couple pages but the jist of it is that Kanaya is mad at Rose for getting drunk, which quickly segues into expressing why she's hates it when she's drunk. I generally like Rose. A quirky, smart but hubristic dork, what's there not to love? Well in this moment I absolutely despise her. I sympathize with Kanaya in her frustration of being robbed of the personality you fell in love with, and feeling like they're not living up to any of the promises they made to you. But after all those frustrations are voiced, Rose asks the question that page 6064 answers: "Are you going to brek[sic] up with me?"

Kanaya is essentially presented with an ultimatum she can issue, without even being the one that brought it up. A simple "Maybe" would've been an implicit demand to sober up or they're through. Yet, we already know Kanaya's answer. She doesn't put her foot down. This breaks my heart. I think Kanaya should feel a little entitled to Rose's sobriety. At the very least, for the promises made to her to be kept. The real kicker is that in the retcons, Kanaya isn't even given her moment to flip this panel on its head (like she should've) by saying anything different to show some character development. That's why substance is what makes panels bad. Because if you gave me the exact same panel with Kanaya saying "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" it'd be back among my favorites. Hell, I'd be happy with "TEMPORARILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kanaya lacks entitlement... I'LL REMIND YOU WHO DOESN'T, THOUGH.

Eridan is a huge bitch (and that's kinda good)

See, Eridan is a pathetic little provocateur (and I wouldn't have it any other way), whose default mode of engaging with others is to W.A.H. B.A.D. (Whine, annoy, heckle, bitch, anger, demean). If there ever was any personality potent enough to goad Kanaya into active and not passive aggression through words alone, it would be her's. This behavior is mainly in service of stirring up caliginous feelings, but with Kanaya specifically it takes on a special meaning, because it is what she needs. In fact, there is already a canon example of Eridan explicitly steering Kanaya away from her passivity.

"ERIDAN: haha damn kan if thats your idea of offense bein made then i honestly gotta fuckin wworry for you...

This is Eridan essentially telling Kanaya that her passive aggressive sarcasm was so insufficient that she didn't even notice it, and she should let her teach her how to be a more direct hater. It should be noted that in this specific situation Eridan is fully aware that Kanaya means offense towards her, and Eridan's response is still that she needs to be more offensive, reinforcing the idea that she is goading her, and pushing her limits, even when she will be the target of that offense. Eridan already views most of her relationships with land dwellers as implicitly adversarial, so letting herself be the target is pretty on brand. It also paints their previous interactions in an interesting light. When Eridan "slut shames" her for being ashen quadrant promiscuous, well I don't think "how horrible" I think yeah shame her more until she gets it, she should be more entitled to a more emotionally fulfilling quadrant, auspisticizing SUCKS. When Kanaya finds herself nearly blocking Eridan, but puts up with it, I think "damn, so close." It is a weird moirallegience, one that can be easily seen as verging on pitch so closely it makes sense why you'd even call it that. But moirails being a little "mean" about their flaws is normal. Nepeta calls Equius a weirdo and a creep, which is correct and she should say it, just like Kanaya should call Eridan a fucking loser with dumb-fuck hang-ups she needs to get over. But an occasionally mean, bickering-full moirallegience is not necessarily pitch.

Another detour

Allow me a small tangent here to say that I think people have this warped, romanticized version of what kismesissitude is, instead of its toxic reality. To be clear, I'm not accusing you of this, my lovely asker, but I do feel I have to address it, before people tell me that they have a window into my mind and that I just want pitch EriKan because the nature of the moirallegience I described. Like, the popular understanding of kismesissitude is often just the kind of moirallegience I described, or of two enemies that strive to improve each other but never kill each other, but that's not really it at all. It's a mistake to look at the kismesissitudes of children largely imitating romance as being representative of reality. Instead, we should look at known adult kismesissitudes. Using the examples of Dualscar and Mindfang, as well as Spades Slick and Snowman, actual kismesissitudes are not productive or mutualistic, and seem to lead to murder and/or the brutal maiming of the other as naturally as red romance in humans lead to marriage. It sucks. These examples aren't really toxic kismesissitudes, they're kismesissitudes working as intended.

At the end of the day I can't really blame anybody for 'falling for it.' Black romance's romanticism is part of the story, and is literally in the name as a category of romance, complete with canonically overabundant media propaganda propping it up as an institution, not even to mention its officialization through mandated quadrant pailing. And of course, it's just fun to play with dynamics of rivalry but with smooches. Like I'm not heartless (spadeless?), I get it. But taking a hard serious look at the pitch quadrant, how haven't we come to the collective decision that kismesissitude is just symbolic of an abuser's manipulative normalization of toxic, destructive, creepy, dynamics with their victims? Doc Scratch's whole deal with steering Alternia's society to toughen up the troll kids for sgrub is meant to parallel all the same things Dave's Bro did to ready Dave for sburb. Why are still engaging with this creepy puppet motherfucker's institutions instead of throwing them out for being a whole crock of shit excusing his own barbarity?

So yeah abolish the quadrants yada yada and that's the main thrust of why I ship <> EriKan so strongly. God it feels good to be a hypocrite.

An Essayist's Favorite Letter: Why?

Look, any hypothetical that allows Erikan is implicitly inviting Eridan back into the narrative, which would be nice for me as an Eridan fan, but characters have to have purpose to justify their place in a story.

I don't see Eridan's part to play in the story as over yet. And I think her part is to be Kanaya's moirail. It is her justification to return, or at least one. If I were to really have my way, she'd also oppose Feferi (which btw is why I another reason I think EriKan should be pale, so that EriFef can be the one pitch (maybe (I'm actually not that sure if I like them together at all))) thus fulfilling her ironic role as Orphaner and Prince[ss] of Hope— by destroying the concepts of Maternalism in Kanaya and Paternalism in Feferi, but that's a whole other post. I can't get into it here lest this ungodly post gets any longer (edit: here's a start). And before I actually do close this out, if my answer here was a little indirect (or a lot), trust that I will always have more to say about EriKan in the future.

So uh wow, call to action because this became an essay like usual: to anybody else reading this, if you really hate Eridan and use that to say that she shouldn't be allowed back into the narrative, or that she "doesn't deserve to have a redemption arc," I'd like you to reconsider that position. Eridan is not a person. She's a character. In the language of storytelling, characters are just another sort of mechanism to communicate meaning. To constrain yourself to write without a character is like writing while denying yourself the letter V. Lipogram can certainly be technically impressive, but to be so may require denying itself its full potential. Eridan can be so much more if you simply let her be. For Kanaya especially, but for literally so many other characters too. Even if you still hate Eridan, think she can never wash herself clean of the sins that define her, or you just think she's boring, try to think of Eridan in the way she in her own 2nd person narration admits other people think of her:

But a useful one.

[alltimefail]

Agency Assignments: A comprehensive to-do list for saving Dead Boy Detectives!

I'm very easily overwhelmed, so I wanted to break down all the ways to help "Save Dead Boy Detectives" that I have seen floating around. This is meant to be something you can reference when you feel like there is so much you need and want to do to help, but don't know how or where to start.

Note: I will be updating this post as we go when necessary, so feel free to bookmark it in your browser for easy access, add it to your homepage, whatever! I'll always have a link to it in my Pinned Navigation post on my blog as well!

It is of the utmost importance that we fight as an organized, well-informed front. We need to be on the same page if we're going to save our show, so let's get into it! 💜💀🔎

➪ First and foremost, follow @savethedeadboys! They're going to be our best resource during this fight.

➪ Next, follow @deadboyagency for news and updates: they've been around since the show dropped and have been an invaluable source of information the entire time.

Now for some task breakdowns:

"One-Time" Tasks

➪ Like the header says, these things can only be done once. Once you do them, you don't have to give them any space in your mind.

Sign the petition*

Review & Rate Dead Boy Detectives on Google, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes. Be sure on IMDB you don't just rate the show as a whole, but you also rate each individual episode! You can also "Like" the show on Google and click "Watched" which helps the show's engagement scores. (If there are other popular sites I haven't listed here, feel free to share them and rate Dead Boy Detectives highly on them!)

Notify Netflix customer service (through their online chat feature) that you're unhappy with the cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives. This is a short, 5-minute task that I wrote a guide on (with an example message) here!

"Repeat" Tasks:

➪ These tasks can become a part of your daily routine; do what works best for you! You don't have to do every single one of these tasks every day if that is overwhelming!

Share the petition* over and over again, on every one of your socials! Make everyone you love sign it!

Stream Dead Boy Detectives!* Keep it on a loop in the background on low volume as much as possible. Try to get others to stream it as well, especially if they haven't watched it before! Netflix cares about VIEWS: views save shows and I broke down the reasoning here. (Bonus: if you post over on Twitter about your rewatch, use the tag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives)

Talk about Dead Boy Detectives!* You're probably doing that already, but just be sure that you're tagging your posts. Here on Tumblr use the "Dead Boy Detectives" tag at least (to boost our tag to trending) and anywhere that uses hashtags (Twitter, Facebook, Instagram for example) I would recommend #SaveDeadBoyDetectives and #DeadBoyDetectives as those seem to be the most commonly used tags! IMPORTANT: do not use more than 20 tags here on Tumblr! Any more than 20 and your posts might be marked as spam and hidden from the tags!

Create art, edits for TikTok, fics, gif sets, doodles, crafts, analysis posts, and so on for Dead Boy Detectives.* Having fun is important, too! This is an extension of the "Talk about Dead Boy Detectives" point, but it needs to be stated - don't remove the joy from the fight. If a drawing of our boys or a smutty fic with your favorite trickster cat king is what you can bring to the fight on any given day, that is a perfectly valuable contribution! It's not all emails and hashtags.

Daily request a show through Netflix. Bonus if you're signed in! (I do 3-5 times a day)

Send Emails advocating for Dead Boy Detectives (Email list & Email Template). You can do this as much as you want or just one time.

Send Snail-mail (physical letters) to Netflix advocating for Dead Boy Detectives. I also send a copy of my letters to Warner Bros. Studios. Again, you can do this one time or multiple times. There are dates set aside for "mass" mail sending as well, so check out info on that here!

Interact with articles posted about Dead Boy Detectives. Read them, share them, comment on them, thank the writer for writing them, etc. We want lots of press about the cancellation, and supporting journalists and publications will make them want to write about Dead Boy Detectives more.

NOTE: Anything marked with a * means it's extremely important; if you can only do a few things, these tasks are the ones that you should focus on first. Remember to take care of yourself. This is a marathon, not a sprint, so don't burn yourself out!

WE WILL SAVE THIS SHOW.

Say that to yourself as many times as it takes for you to believe it. We're doing this to get justice for the writers, the actors, for ourselves, and assert to these companies that diverse, queer stories are not disposable one-offs; they deserve to be told in full!

Hugs and Handshakes to you all - whatever will suffice. 💜 Always feel free to reach out if you have any questions, whether that be through private message or my ask box. I'm not going anywhere!

- V

[thetruearchmagos]

Indeed~

Currently got this from it

US Army Publishing Directorate my beloved...

literally every single modern US unclassified doctrinal document up for display

it's a worldbuilder's dream.....

[comment-day]

Some Resources To Help With Commenting

If you have ever gotten a comment full of pull-quotes, you know it is a joy to get as an author. You get to know exactly which parts of a fic stood out to someone! Which lines made them keysmash or delve into character or made it all click! Amazing!

If you've ever tried to write one yourself, you know that scrolling to the bottom of the screen to get to the comment box again and again is an exercise in frustration only matched by repeatedly closing your hand in a door while the fire alarm goes off. So. Here are some resources to help with that!

(Note: The high-tech versions below are for Ao3, but they replicate functionality Wattpad already has built in— you can comment line by line on that site! The low-tech resource linked below should work for any site that allows you to leave comments.)

The High Tech:

There is an amazing use script written by @ravenel which gives you a comment box that floats on your screen, which is detailed below.

It can be intimidating to install a use script, so @bourbon-ontherocks wrote a tutorial about it here:

For people who use Ao3 site skins, here's the code to make an Ao3 site skin and add a bookmarklet that turns having your comment box at the bottom of the screen on and off. Bonus: this will also work on mobile!

Here is an alternate Ao3 comment box that lets you open a box, type your commentary in the moment, and then send it down to the comment box at the bottom of the page, and then close it again! Includes an update by @aidaronan which was designed to work on mac and firefox!

The Low Tech:

Honestly I have been meaning to install one of these cool scripts, but I keep putting off installing them, so I just use my notes app. I open up a new note, and on my computer I put it behind my browser window so I can click to it, and on my phone I just keep it so that I can swipe across apps. So Then I copy-paste the quotes I want, dump them in the notes app, and put my commentary below! Simple, fast, and fantastic for when you are stuck on the bus for an hour.

So what do you comment?

What kind of commentary, you ask? I will be honest, a lot of the time the commentary is me going OH NO or keysmashing after lines. And that's also okay! I have been told so by authors before!

I know I have personally gotten comments where commenters did delicate character analysis after lines and those comments are in my treasured forever box, and I also have comments where someone went OH NO OH NO AOHNFDIOFNDISJFODISJIDJSIOFD YOU DIDN"T AUTHOR NO and I also hold them dear to my heart all the same. The author gets to know the reaction a work got from their reader! And that's fantastic!

The point of the pull quotes comment is showing the impact a work is having on you as you go through the work, section by section, and sometimes that's a digression about how this line made you think about the characters relationship and how he DESERVES THIS HAPPINESS, and sometimes it's responding to a heartbreaking line with twenty weeping emoji. The impact of opening up a comment email and seeing 10 lines of quotes of your own work will hit whether you have thoughtful commentary or you are rolling yourself into a little ball like an octopus and tumbling across the screen (ordinary standard unhinged comment I have left on the works of writers who make me feel Like That).

Go forth! Comment in detail! Let the authors know which lines made you go "oh no" out line in the kitchen as you made soup! Let them know about callbacks that you just realized and now you figured out the whole mystery! Let them know about how this one bit was so cute you had to step away from the computer for a sec! Let them know what you thought!

[adverbian]

PSA for anyone with an Android phone. Delete your Meta apps (Facebook, Facebook Messenger, Instagram, WhatsApp, Threads). They are spying on you. Much worse than you thought they were. (June 7, 2025)

Gift link to a Washington Post article: https://wapo.st/45hNMeB

Quote from the article:

…apps from Meta and Yandex, a technology company that originated in Russia, circumvented privacy protections in Android devices in ways that allowed their apps to secretly track people as they browsed the web.


That should not have happened. Apps on your phone are walled off from accessing your activity on other apps, including web browser apps like Chrome. Meta and Yandex found work-arounds.


The techniques essentially were akin to malware, or malicious software that is surreptitiously planted on your phone or computer, Dolanjski said.


Google said the behaviors of Meta and Yandex “blatantly violate our security and privacy principles.”

Technical analysis from Ars Technica: https://arstechnica.com/security/2025/06/meta-and-yandex-are-de-anonymizing-android-users-web-browsing-identifiers/

Note: the WaPo article says that so far, there’s no evidence this is happening on iPhones, but that it would be theoretically possible. So you should probably delete your Meta apps on iPhone, too.

[a-fox-studies]

March 25, 2025 • Wednesday

📚 30 days of productivity — COLLAB CHALLENGE WITH @studaxy @winryrockbellwannabe @nanthegirl and @larstudy — Day 2/30 📚

💛 Axy's study time: 6h

💚 AJ's study time: 4h

💜 Nan's study time: 4h

🩷 Lar's study time: 10h 👑

💙 Iris's study time: 2h 53min

Today was kinda frustrating. All my profs were absent XD I ended up having only one lecture, and then I headed to study by myself (the friendlessness in uni is real). I completed the portions required for my algorithm analysis exam next week, so yay me!!

(im posting this from my browser because Tumblr is blocked in india for some reason 😭😭😭)

🎧 Now That We Don't Talk — Taylor Swift