#untaggable sometimes

[maximura]

[autism-purgatory]

Replied to the wrong post on a mutual’s blog about them being shadow banned brb gonna go kill myself

[followfire]

Every year around Christmas, I remember that the song 12 days of Christmas exists and my life gets 12 times better

[katyspersonal]

🫂🤝 As someone with a similar problem, I've grounded myself to the goal of finishing all my art plans, no matter how long it takes. It doesn't feel realistic, my productivity dropped dramatically and some sketches are two years old, but I am still hoping to complete all my grandiose Soulsborne fanart plans even if I am 50 years old when I do xD ADHD suddenly became the power guaranteeing my survival this way, because many drawings I plan rely on creating complete reference or featuring absurd amount of characters including mentioned/minor ones.. and you know how focus goes with those

A goal that doesn't rely on money (at least not by much), popularity, relationship status and above all on "living in a better country" is the best way to go on! The world is on fire and when it isn't capitalism makes it just survival and endless yearning for a "break" that won't come. Too many of us can't realistically change our lives in foreseeable future.. but one day you will realize that you have motivation and an idea how to improve life, where to start. One day you will feel as though not circumstances are weighting you down but sitting idly! Like.. I promise this moment will come. Sometimes these sparks die down faster than they could become fires, so you have to wait for the next one and hopefully seize it. But wish to live and enjoy living can't really be summoned by force, you just have to go on and look out for those sparks of wish to live.

And you go on by setting "pointless" goals. Finishing all fanfics no one will read, drawing all drawings no one will buy, reading all books and articles that won't give you "useful degree", learning recipes for the meals you'll have no one to share with. Focusing on the process and finishing tasks just for the heck of finishing them helped, a lot. And if you can't realistically finish all you've planned.... well, guess you'll live forever (metaphorically because alas life isn't Dark Souls)

any tips to not constantly swimming in the depths of existential nihilism ☺️🙏 any tips to finding reason and meaning and worth and point ☺️🙏 any tips ☺️🙏

[yumeurl]

HAHA Taco is 100% untaggable sorry. But don't worry, you aren't late to the fandom. It just never existed. The Russians and Chinese have far more sophisticated tastes than English speakers when it comes to Taco 😔

noooo but its such a pair that makes sm sense (in my delulu brain) 😭 i dont even remember why i wanted to check it out but i read within the hollow crown and ur fics and something just Clicked 😔 hopefully sometime i can draw more taco too 🙏

[storywestistrash]

sometimes i wish there was a mute function on here bc every once in a while theres an offence that doesnt warrant a block but it makes me uncomfortable for deeply personal reasons that are untaggable and illogical and. yeah

[xviruserrorx]

[Image Description: A black banner outlined in a red blood splatter with the text, Whumpmas In July 2023 in red text. Underneath is two separate strings of Christmas light with alternating yellow, red, and green bulbs]

-> Day 13 - "Share some of your favorite whump tags"

Let's see if your new to the whump community here's a list I would recommend of how to navigate some whump stuff (pertaining to AO3 of course) @whumpmasinjuly-archive

Whump: This one is self explanatory, if an author considers there work whump then they'll tag it.

Hurt/comfort: I always search for this tag first and foremost in any fandom I read for. There are variations on this tag too for example, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, and then there is usually character pertaining tags like, Hurt [character name], or Crying [Character Name] etc but also

Context: some tags double in meaning or none at all and by this I mean there's some things that are hard to tag or might lead somewhere else. For example if your tagging a QPR you can't it's the untaggable QPR pretty much, if your using Crying [Character Name] it may lead you into some kink Fics, the age regression/age play/de-aging tags are a bit of mess because of some discrepancies with the community and general confusion (which I think should be cleared up a bit so everyone has their comfort place), the tickling tag will most likely lead you to kink as well as the sneezing tag (if you didn't know much about kink well buddy now you do)

Tropes: Find tropes that you love and search for them by themselves. Even you can put key words in the general search because some authors may choose not to tag something or forgot to tag it and you may be looking for that exact fic.

Character: I put this because if you looking for whump for a specific character (especially if their not the main character or mostly whumped character) categorizing by the characters first and foremost will save you a good bit of time. Then from their you can add more tags.

Also I'd like to mention that tagging differentiates between every fandom, author, as well as when the fic was written and posted... One example I can think of is really specific extensive tagging was not very common back in the day. (I mean like 10-ish years ago) What was common was to tag the fandom, the characters, maybe the ship (if you find an older fic on ao3 and it just has certain characters tagged and you read it, I might be likely it's a ship fic but like I said it just wasn't tagged much sometimes) and sometimes the type of fic (ex. Fluff, Smut {lemon, lime, etc the citrus Scale}, Whump, typically the big main genres fanfic is divided in) and you were golden XD.

On the topic of how tagging has changed I think it's also good to mention how some tags have evolved and aren't used much in fandom anymore... Fandom itself has grown up I will say, some years ago we were all teenagers going through stuff but now we're young/older adults still going through stuff but, hey, we've grown up though! Some tags are not used much anymore (the citrus Scale... I mean I still use it and some people do still too just not as common) but when it comes to the whump community.

Woobie/Woobification: This was pretty much the poor little meow meow of then, the only difference was well... A few things actually. I remember (good old memories) that some people did not like this tag/concept because some people said the characters were always written OOC (out of character) amongst other stereotypes I won't go into.

OOC: I'm only listing this by association to the one above. Again, completely up for the readers and authors interpretation. (On a personal note, I've never liked this tag because it just leaves authors open to criticism that they're most likely not asking for) see an author will write something and be happy with it and then a reader may come and say "this character wouldn't say that you need to tag this OOC" but the author may not agree because they think the character would say that and down the rabbit hole of fandom discourse we go 😅... Not everyone will like every fic, and not everyone will agree with another's interpretation of something but remember Don't Like; Don't Read (good old fandom rules 👍) don't harass your fanfic authors please.

And then some authors just hate tagging with a passion (me, it's me, I'm authors) so will only tag what will come to them at the time, or some of us have trouble tagging due to language barrier or health problems. Again don't harass your beloved authors who write your bed time stories, if you think something should be tagged to prevent harm or just so everyone knows for public knowledge, ask the author nicely to tag, a lot of the times the author will (not saying all the time) but a majority of us will. And just have fun.

~~~ VirusError🌸

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[waywardmoeyy]

Lucky You’re Cute

Spencer Reid x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 483

Warnings: arguing (kind of), kissing, mild embarrassment. That’s it really.

A/N: Here’s a silly, pointless little Spencer drabble, because I haven’t written much lately… like, at all. And, well, I thought I’d try something new! I absolutely love Spencer Reid! Sorry it’s so short!

My Master List

“Why did it take you so long to say something?” You stared up at Reid, a mixture of shock and embarrassment coursing through you. He just stared down at you, no longer making eye contact.

“I wasn’t certain, not at first! I just needed to make sure—”

“Why? Because you were afraid I’d get mad or something?” You sucked in a sharp breath, then let it out through your nose. He should have said something earlier. Now, it was too late. The damage had been done.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? I was just trying to look out for you.” Spencer lowered his head and sighed, looking defeated. You kind of felt guilty, but the embarrassment was still fueling you.

“I don’t know if I can trust you anymore—”

“Oh, come on, Y/N!” Spencer’s face went white. Okay, maybe you were taking this too far now.

You ran your tongue over your teeth, then smiled. “You’re sure I’m good now, right?” Spencer leaned down just a little bit, that adorable smile finding its way back to his perfect lips. Brilliant, he knew you weren’t actually mad.

“You’re good, babe. I promise.” He leaned in a little further, coming in for a kiss. You socked his arm before he could make contact, then stole a kiss from his twisting lips.

“Hey!” he shouted, wincing. “That hurt!”

“Well, that’s what you get for not telling me that I had a huge piece of food stuck in my teeth.” Your narrowed your gaze just before he stole another chaste kiss. You just rolled your eyes.

“I told you, I wasn’t sure! I was talking to Morgan ten feet away! When I looked over to make sure you were okay, I noticed something different—”

“About my face? Yeah, great. Thanks, darling.” You shook your head. “At least Emily is a real friend and pointed it out in private.” Spencer leaned back a little, obviously faking being offended.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I would kiss you either way.” You chuckled, knowing that wasn’t the entire truth. You loved Spencer, but you knew that stuff like that grossed him out a little.

“Okay, I’ll take that.” You leaned up one more time and captured his lips. But, this time, you didn’t let go right away. You pressed your body against his, parting your lips to deepen the kiss. Spencer let out a soft moan, heating your skin as his grip tightened on your hips.

Spencer pulled away abruptly, letting out a long breath. Sometimes he forgot to breathe, too caught up in the closeness. The smirk on his face made you grin.

“So, I take that as forgiveness?” Spence muttered, pressing you tighter against him. You rolled your eyes, then nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. I forgive you this time.” You caught his amber gaze and your heart skipped. He was so beautiful. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Reid.”

If you would like to be tagged in my works, please send me an ask! <3 My tag lists are always open. 

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[lozzypoz321]

Word count: 1235

A/N: someone requested this in a comment and I can’t remember who it was but here it is!!

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of abuse,

Steve Rogers daughter with fire powers headcanon

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You had been made as an experiment.

Made in HYDRA. They’d given you fire powers to battle with

You had spent most of your childhood there

You had never known your father as a young childhood

Although you’d always had Bucky as a father figure

Whether he was under control or not, he never harmed you

Once Steve had found you one day in a base (after TWS) he had two different feelings

Part of him was happy he had a daughter

The other side of his brain was telling him to push you away so he didn’t mess up as a dad but he knew that wouldn’t help

And anyway, Bucky would personally beat him up if he even considered giving you up

Before long he found out you had powers

He didn’t find out straight away as you didn’t like using the fire

It was quite funny really, you were afraid of yourself and what you could do

But before long Loki, himself had helped you gain control and be comfortable with it

After that it turned into a game

The team knew you could do damage with it; you could light up the whole of New York if you wanted to

So it was safe to say they were on edge when you got angry

One time Sam had stolen your camera and erased all of its footage and your eyes started to glow red

Everyone was stood back in the furthest corner of the room, afraid you would set them aflame

All except Bucky

He knew you wouldn’t hurt anyone, he’d known you since a baby and everything you did was to try to help people. No matter whether they’ve caused you pain or not

So he knelt in front of you, his hand reached out close to yours as if asking for permission to touch you

And to everyone’s surprise, instead of killing someone, you burst into tears, reaching forward and bringing the soldier into a hug.

Sam felt bad after that for making you upset

Something else that scared the team was when you casually clicked your fingers, alighting a fire and then putting it out again, just casually.

They had a reason to be scared though.

Many times (on accident of course) you had lit people on fire by them just making you jump

It was a natural reaction.

You’d never been to school before so to say it was a relief when your dad said you could be homeschooled online was an understatement

It wasn’t that you didn’t know anything

No.

Tony and Bruce were there to teach you when you grew up in the tower

It was that other children were at schools and you thought they wouldn’t take kindly to someone who could turn them into a human torch with one click of a finger

The more you grew older the closer you grew to your father

He was there for you when you started to become distant from the hate you were receiving online

He was there when you struggled with training and started to give up on yourself

He was there when you had to stay in the towers hospital for two months after you’d accidentally burned yourself through your skin, nearly reaching the bone

He wasn’t, however there when Peter accidentally pushed you off the roof

You were very thankful that day that Tony’s suites were always on standby

Bucky and your dad were furious

Wanda had to literally put a protective bubble around the teenager to stop them both from launching at him

You were sure that they wouldn’t even think about actually doing it if they weren’t drunk on anger

The back of their minds was nagging them to think about what would’ve happened if the suite didn’t catch you.

If you weren’t here with them right now.

Neither of them wanted to even entertain the idea in their heads

Without failure, Fridays were the best days to be at the tower

Thor and Loki came back from Asgard to play board games with you

Peter spent the night there so everyone could play Wii after

And Sam brought over some of his homemade pancakes for everyone

You all ate them after the takeout though

Everybody always ended up in an abundance of blankets on the sofa though without even realising

Your dad loved to have Thursday dinners with just the two of you

Sometimes letting you alight the stove with your fire powers

You both tried to be as honest as you could with each other

Although sharing emotions wasn’t exactly your strong point

Especially when it came to being scared

One night the power had gone off, meaning most of the tower was technically useless

It also didn’t help when 30 minutes later it started thundering

Apparently, Thor couldn’t do anything about it

So there you were, alone in your bedroom shaking like a baby, as the thunder sounded from outside

You probably wouldn’t have been found if your dad hadn’t have come in to ask you to use your powers to cook the chicken on the stove as the power was out

But when he did, he instantly rushed over

Dropping the packet and kneeling in front of you

Tears stained your cheeks as he gently wiped them away with the pad of his thumb

He, or any other member of the team, didn’t know about your fear of thunder and lightning, so it was a surprise to him but he tried to mask it by being calm for you

��it’s okay, you’re safe doll”

Once you’d calmed down, he returned the food downstairs and instead grabbed some movies to drown out the noise from outside and some ice cream

You both watched Harry Potter films for the next couple hours, eating until the storm would blow over

Halfway through, Clint had come looking for the two of you

He didn’t expect to see you both wrapped up in blankets and snoring softly with Sirius Blacks voice sounding in the background

Nobody was better than you at monopoly

If there was a game (which was unlikely as they all knew what the outcome would be) then you would easily win

It also caused a lot of drama in the compound

“HOW DARE YOU!”

“WE ARE FAMILY. YOU CAN’T JUST PUT ME IN JAIL”

“ACTUALLY, I THINK I JUST DID.”

One time Thor actually threatened to bring thunder down on the tower if he didn’t get his house

That certainly shut you up

“Why are you guys so damn loud?” You asked with a groan

“Language (Y/N)” Bucky scolded making Steve narrow his eyes at him

“One time man”

When you first went on a mission, you were forced to go with your uncle Bucky and dad

They didn’t let you out of their sight the whole time

Which you supposed was fair enough since you were known to be accident prone

“(Y/N) stay behind Buck” your dad ordered in his captain voice as you all readied to bust into an experiment room

They were one of the most protective pair in the universe

But they were proud of how you grew up and handled being enhanced

Everyone was.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Taglist

Lacey’s Taglist Google Doc

the link above contains a list of urls that are tagged for select fandom fics posted on this blog! it is for viewing only! a list of available fandoms to be tagged for is below the cut. if you want to be added to (or removed from) a fandom, shoot me an ask!

*DO NOT COMMENT ON THIS POST. I WILL ONLY ADD YOU IF YOU SEND AN ASK.

*i don’t tag for individual characters!

*please let me know if you change your url

*if you do change your url more than twice a month you will be removed from the taglist

*this post gives some troubleshooting if you’re untaggable, but sometimes tumblr just won’t let me tag :(

once again, i do not tag for individual characters or in-universe movies/shows (ie. “only the mandalorian,” “just the avengers”). fandoms on bullet points are “subfandoms” and can be specified! but if you use the name of the full fandom (ie. DCTV) you will be added to all subfandoms if there are any (ie. gotham AND titans), but if you only want one, just tell me the subfandom (ie. titans).

American Horror Story

Bat-Family/DCAU

Batfamily

Young Justice

Cobra Kai/Karate Kid

DCEU

DCTV

Gotham

Titans

DC Movies (Non-DCEU/Animation)

Batman (Keaton)

Batman (Kilmer)

Batman (Clooney)

Batman (Bale)

Batman (Pattinson)

Joker

Disney Animation

DCOM

Descendants

Teen Beach Movie

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Euphoria

Fear Street

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Friends

The Good Place

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts

Hunger Games

I Am Not Okay with This

Indiana Jones

It

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Movies/Disney+ Shows

Defenders

Marvel (Non-MCU/XMCU/Games)

The Amazing Spider-Man

Spider-Man (Maguire)

Spider-Verse

Venom

Morbius

Misc./Prompt Lists

The Devil All the Time

Jurassic World

The Office

The Outsiders

Supernatural

Top Gun

Victorious

Wednesday

Musicals + Movies

New Girl

Peaky Blinders

Riverdale

The Rookie

Shameless (U.S.)

Star Wars

Stranger Things

That 70’s Show

The 100

The Umbrella Academy

Video Games

Avengers

Batman Arkham

Injustice

Spider-Man

SWJFO

X-Men

[kimbureh]

okay so, first of all I'm sorry but it's impossible ot just pick one favourite movie. i will leave some titles with trailes for you maybe something picks your interest. aaand i'm terrible at explaning and recommanding stuff.

Thelma (norwegian, coming of age story with wlw and paranomal stuff/religious references) The Handmaiden (korean, mystery/heist period piece with very tender lesbian lovin) Ida (polish, story about jewish woman and her niece in post WWII poland. this one is black and white and spoken trough pictures) Departures (japanese, slices of life, pretty uplifting story about orchestra player that lost his job. couldnt find any good quality trailer oof) The Hunt (danish, a story about teacher fom a village(small city idk) that gets wrongly accused of phedophilia) The Great Beauty (italian, 'in search of meaning to one's life' kind of movie. very beautiful a little spiritual, told from a pov of very succesful writer living in rome)

i guess that's enough. they are mostly on the grim side, I guess? they aren't all sad per se but my favorite quality of non-mainstream/western cinema is the rawness and with that sometimes comes with gore, blood and genrally heavier topics. I like movies that require me to think and focus when (and after) i watch them. if you prefer more light and fun movies ignore this message otl

I love how you've given not just one rec but a whole list + mini synopsis. some of these were already on my list, and I added the rest.

I got so many recs, I decided to watch them all + blog about it. Really wish I still had that giant university library around the corner where I could just walk over and, idk, get a couple Kurosawa DVDs and watch em over the weekend. On one hand, the internet exists, on the other, supporting those movies + building a home library seems pretty sexy to me. I'll see what I can do.

Tonight, I watched Wadjda on recommendation of @canardbabillard (who is untaggable, thanks tumblr), and, one, it's on Netflix!, and two, it was already on my list as I found out when I played it! haha.

I liked it, the summary @canardbabillard gave was accurate, it balance the heavy and light wonderfully, and I appreciate the unique view of a Saudi woman writer on the subject. Besides the writing and directing, most of the behind camera works is done by German filmmakers tho? The movie had a long list of German sounding names and German TV sponsors on there, which was kinda funny cuz u can kinda tell the DOP is German cuz the cinematography reminded me strangely of the whacky '00s German cinema, haha, or maybe I am imagining things. I havn't watched German cinema in ages.

Anyhow, this is fun! I'll let u know when I watch another movie from the list. Thanks crew!

[coralsgrimes]

I find ut hard to criticise him for untagging himself (or getting his team to do it) from bullshit like that, though. I could be all loved up, not hiding a damn thing, and those comments and accounts are cringy as fuck.

See, I get that he would untagg the troll posts (and I'mma pretty sure he is the only one doing any SM stuff after he posted the pubes pic on twitter and the whole liking spree... what kind of social media manager would allow that to happen?) BUT he does not remove the tag from any other, sometimes quite cruel, memes and FFS he never untaggs any of the NSFW posts while some of them are beyond disgusting and posted by users who for all we know might be minors.

Benny specifically/exclusively removes himself from posts hinting at him and his twin flame. 

And the Bulianne pic (can’t get enough of the name, sorry) it was a repost from Jules stories from the day the song, which is clearly about her, dropped. She also added the fucking lion and heart emojis on the 11:11 locket. Oh and she fucking tagged him in it. He deserved that shit. 

[just-the-hiddles]

Silken Sails | Chapter 1 | A Life More Ordinary

A/N: It is finally here!  The much anticipated pirate AU.  This was inspired by my driving one foggy morning and the 2Cellos version of the Pirates of Caribbean theme popped on my phone.  And well here we are! 

Summary: Charlotte Liddell dreams of a life of adventure on the high seas.  She sets sail for the Caribbean which ends up entangling her with the hunt for the lost Spanish ship Viuda Negra and untold Spanish treasures.  Along the way, she crosses paths with British Navy Officer Steve Rogers and famed French pirate Loki Laufeyson.  Will she keep her wits about her? 

This Chapter:  Charlotte Liddell works in her family’s inn and tavern in the port town of Bristol. Her mother expects her to marry well and raise a family. But she dreams of life on the water. One night she meets up with a sailor, Clint Barton, and that meeting changes the course of her life.  

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2289

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“Child, come away from the window!” Charlotte's mother’s voice rang off the walls of the small kitchen.

Rebecca Liddell was a woman made of hard work and no time for frivolity. There was a tavern and inn to run. She needed her sixteen-year-old daughter manning the fire, not staring at the window breathing in the sea air and daydreaming.

Charlotte stepped away from the window and back to the reality of her life. Her father owned the Captain’s Quarter, which meant he was often away, leaving his wife Rebecca in charge.

“Sorry, Mother.” she turned her attention to the large pot over the fire.

Her younger brother, William, stoked the flames of the hearth’s fire as she stirred the stew which would serve as the inn’s fare for the evening.

“Honestly, child…” she tutted as she set about with the business of getting ready for the dinner rush. “… I don’t understand where your head is sometimes.”

“Why can’t I go with Papa? To buy from the merchants? I’m good with numbers.” she whined.

“Charlotte Liddell!” her mother slammed the bowl against the table. “That is no way for a proper lady to speak. If anyone were to accompany your father, it would be William.”

William groaned, and Charlotte hung her head. Every week she questioned why she had to stay behind. And every week her Mother muttered about how Charlotte was such an impertinent child. Her mother worried Charlotte would never find a suitable husband, what with all the blathering on about adventures of the high sea.

Charlotte shuffled out to the public dining area to find it already bustling. For the rest of the evening, she had no moment’s rest. It was well into the evening when her mother and William fell asleep. She grabbed her cloak and slipped out the window, leaving it open for her return.

She walked with purpose to the docks at the edge of the town. Her soft shoes padded against the well-worn roads until she could hear the lapping of water against wood in the distance.

Her pace quickened until the cool sea air hit her cheeks. She inhaled the salt, and her heart raced. This is where I belong, she reflected as she closed her eyes and sat down on the wooden planks of the docks.

Charlotte rocked back and forth to rhythmic thuds of the ships moored. It soothed her better than any lullaby.

“Who goes there?” a deep voice echoed through the night air as Charlotte noticed heavy boots approaching her at a heavy clip.

She rose and smoothed out her skirt as she hustled to meet the man. It was Mr. Allen, the man in charge of the docks.

“You again,” he sneered. “How many times have you been told not to loiter about here?”

“I… I…” Charlotte searched for a plausible lie when a strong hand fell upon her shoulder.

“She came to deliver me a message.” the male voice answered. Charlotte turned to see her rescuer.

The man wore his dark blonde hair short and his clothes were simple but well made.

“And you would be?” Mr. Allen narrowed his eyes at the two of them.

“Clint Barton. From the Hawk.” Mr. Barton squared his shoulders to Mr. Allen.

The dockmaster took a step back. “My apologies, Mr. Barton.”

“It’s all right, Mr…” Mr. Barton raised an eyebrow.

“… Allen.” He puffed his chest. “I’ve been the dockmaster round these parts for 15 years. And I have been catching this one…” Mr. Allen jabbed a figure at Charlotte, who ducked behind Clint. “… sneaking around for almost as long.”

Clint chuckled. “You are a true watchman, Mr. Allen. Now if you don’t mind, I shall escort the girl home before she is missed.”

Mr. Allen nodded as he stepped aside to allow them passage into town. He glared as Charlotte walked by, her eyes never leaving the ground.

They made their way through town until they came to the darkened front of the inn and tavern.

“Thank you, sir. I owe you a debt for your kindness.” She didn’t dare look up.

“Nonsense, dear. Just save me an extra helping of the delicious stew tomorrow and consider the debt repaid.”

She nodded her head and snuck around the back to the window. Her nerves so frayed, she forgot to close it upon her return.

-

Rebecca woke up to a chill in the air and a sore throat.

“Who left this window open?!” she exclaimed as she latched it tight.

Charlotte wandered in to find her mother scowling. “I must have forgotten last night.”

She swatted at Charlotte. “You careless child! Are you trying to have all of us catch the death?!”

Charlotte covered her head from the blows of the rag in her mother’s hand. “I’m sorry, Mother!”

William came in coughing. Her mother glared, and she hurried out of sight to get ready for the day’s work.

As the day wore on, Rebecca and William grew more and more sick. William’s cough deepened, and soon his mother sent him to bed. Which meant the preparations took twice as long.

“Charlotte, child,” her mother beckoned her from the stove. A thin layer of sweat covered her mother’s pallor complexion. “I am not going to make it through tonight.”

Charlotte paled. She realized what that meant. And it was her fault.

“Yes, Mama. I can handle it tonight.”

Rebecca pressed a hot kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “Thank you dear.”

Charlotte nodded and smoothed out her skirts as she walked to begin the long night.

-

The night moved as a blur of serving, cleaning, and collecting payment. Charlotte didn’t get to rest until right before closing. The door opened, and a young man walked in.

“What can I get for you?” she asked.

She considered that the frail boy could use a fattening up. But it wasn’t her place to comment.

“A good meal, if you please.” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, mister.” Charlotte shuffled to the kitchen and heaved a large serving of the night’s stew, scrounging up some dark bread for him. She placed the food in front of him.

He tucked in, moaning at the taste. “Thanks, miss. This might be the last good meal I have for a while.”

Charlotte tilted her head in confusion.

“Midshipman Steven Rogers, reporting for duty tomorrow with the Royal Navy.”

Charlotte smiled. “I wish you well. Hopefully the meal will remind you what your service protects.”

Steve smiled, and Charlotte left him to eat. She cleaned up for the evening as the patrons filtered out. Steve waved as he left with a full belly, and Charlotte returned the wave. She gathered the dirty dishes for washing, forgetting to latch the door.

She heard the door open and turned. “Sorry, we are—”

“But you promised to save me some stew this evening.”

Charlotte smiled at the voice of Clint. “Of course, Mr. Barton.” She wiped her hands and entered the kitchen. She spooned the last of the stew and cut a thick slab of bread.

“Thank you.” Clint smiled. “Could you pour me an ale?”

Charlotte nodded and shuffled off to pour one. “Here you go, Mr. Barton.”

“Please call me Clint, Ms…”

“Charlotte Liddell.” she cast her eyes downward.

“Charlotte.” His lips curved into a smile. “The mistress of the docks.” Charlotte blushed. “Why was a young lady like yourself wandering the docks at night?”

“I enjoy listening to the sound of the oceans. The ships knocking against the docks.”

“You dream of adventure.” Clint commented into his ale. “Or would prefer the life of marriage and having children?”

Charlotte wrinkled her nose. “It would be improper to discuss.”

Clint took a large swig of ale, finishing it. “Pardon me for overstepping. It is unusual to find a young lady looking for more than a husband. You remind me of my wife.”

“Is she back at your home?”

Clint’s face fell, and she realized her mistake.

“There was a hurricane this past year in Port Royal. Took out half my crop. My wife and son didn’t make it.” He sniffled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She turned to walk away, but Clint gestured for her to stop and sit.

“You wouldn’t. I don’t speak of them much. I had hoped to find a new wife on my travels here, but we sail in tomorrow evening and I believe my luck has run short.”

Charlotte swallowed hard. This may be her ticket out, she thought. “I wish you well on your journey.”

Clint rose and wiped his hands on his pants. “To you as well. If you think about it, the Hawk sails at dusk tomorrow. Perhaps I will see you again before we sail.” He gave a small wink as the door clicked behind him.

Charlotte latched the door and leaned against it, her head thudding on the wood. She finished the evening chores distracted. She wasn’t certain what Clint was proposing. A marriage? Adventure? The prospect of something else was enticing. Charlotte drifted off to sleep that night dreaming of the Caribbean.

-

“Where is your head, girl!” Rebecca yelled as Charlotte bobbled a large bowl, it shattering on the floor.

“Sorry, Mama.” Charlotte apologized as she gathered the large pieces of the now broken bowl.

“I don’t know how you expect to find a husband being so clumsy.” Rebecca tsked.

“What if I don’t wish to marry?” Charlotte commented in a quiet voice.

Her mother slammed the spoon down on the table. “Not marry!? Have you gone mad, Charlotte Liddell? How do you expect to make your way in this world without a husband?”

“Well, I thought—”

“Exactly the problem. Thinking too much. Listening to the stories of the sailors coming into the tavern.”

“But Mama—”

“Not buts, child. That was my best bowl. Go to see Mrs. Miller has one we can use. Perhaps the walk will clear your head.”

Rebecca shuttled Charlotte out the door. Ms. Miller lived across the town, and she soon passed the docks. Charlotte wandered down to where the Hawk was moored.

“Can I help you, miss?” a gruff voice called from the deck.

“I wanted to inquire as to how much passage would cost to Port Royal?”

“And who might be asking?”

“I’m asking for myself.” Charlotte stood a little straighter.

“I’m not having any single woman traveling on my boat.” the man exclaimed. “It is bad luck.”

“I would ask you to take care how you speak to my bride.” a familiar voice rang out.

Charlotte smiled as she saw Clint coming up the dock.

“Apologies Mr. Barton. I didn’t know.” the man on deck groveled.

Clint’s arm slid around Charlotte’s waist protectively.

“Thank you, sir. Now can you answer the ladies’ question?”

The man muttered a number. Charlotte turned to leave. “I owe you once again, Mr.—Clint.”

“I am at your service, Charlotte. I hoped I would see you again.”

“Now if you excuse me. I have matters to attend to.” She hurried away before Clint could ask another question.

She hurried to Ms. Miller’s and got the bowl. Charlotte ran home, careful to not break this bowl. Her mother snatched it from her hands.

“Why did you take so long?”

“I wasn’t feeling well.” she lied.

Rebecca placed the back of her hand on Charlotte’s forehead.

“You are a touch warm. Finish up the cooking and cleaning and then have a lie down.”

Charlotte nodded and set to work. She moved slowly, not wanting to finish until the evening rush started. Charlotte headed to her bed before long. Instead curling up on the bed, she grabbed a small bag and packed up a few changes of clothes along with a small pouch filled with coins to pay for her passage. The sun threatened to set at any moment and she had no time to waste.

As she pushed the window open, she heard a noise behind her.

“Mama wants to know—” William asked, stopping as he saw her bag. “Where are you going?”

“Away.” She pulled him into a quick hug. “I must hurry. Tell Mama I am still not well.”

“But—” She hugged him again.

“I will miss you, brother.” She pushed her bag out the window and soon followed, walking away from the only life she knew.

Charlotte walked at a casual pace at first, not wanting to arouse suspicion from the passing people on the streets. But as the docks came into view, she took off at a run, fearful she was too late.

The Hawk came into view, silhouetted by the setting sun. The men on deck readied the ship for departure. She clambered up the ramp, and her feet hit the deck with a soft thump.

“I thought you had decided for a life more ordinary.” Clint commented as he took her bag. “I’m glad you didn’t.” He smiled.

Charlotte’s stomach flipped. Her mind raced. Jump off the ship? Or stay and change her life forever? The decision was made for her as the ship unmoored and drifted away from the dock. She remained glued to the railing until Bristol was just a dot on the horizon.

“Welcome to my ship, the Hawk.” Clint commented as he came behind her.

Charlotte’s mouth dropped open. “I thought it was the captain’s ship?”

Clint chuckled. “The captain runs to ship when it is at sea but I own the ship, just as I own my plantation and everything else.” His hand gripped her shoulder possessively.

“I was not aware.”

“Let’s discuss that and a great many other things.” Clint led her away from the railing and the view of everything she knew and towards her future, whatever that may be.

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[thevikingwoman]

I'm too tired from work to rage right now, but your puritanical tumblr tag gives me life in this dumpster fire of a mess. Thank you. <3

Thank you, lol 

It was actually inspired by @galadrieljones‘ comments on this post: http://galadrieljones.tumblr.com/post/180760851896/a-better-more-positive-tumblr

so yeah. 

All in all I am upset because I know where this leads... a thing like this is born of a desire to ‘protect’ people, but in the end it will just remove content that people want to see (or is properly tagged), but not content that no one wants to see. And certainly not illegal content, as people who have that already go to great lengths to hide it. In all seriousness, I think that if the goal WAS to protect, there would be a better tagging system in place. 

Right now you can mark a post as ‘sensitive’ but that means it is un-findable - there is no distinction between a smutty fanfic and a hardcore porn gif. I think it is ENTIRELY LIKELY that people would want to find both, one of those or neither, and most people would be ‘one but not the other’. 

I personally find the ‘nsfw’ moniker frustrating. I block it so I can browse with my kids around, for instance, but sometime people tag artistic nudity or smutty writing, which I is not nsfw to me (or to my work, actually). nsfw is dependent on your work, and your cultural upbringing. 

I wish you could flag you post as ‘porn’, ‘porny drawings’, ‘artistic nudity’, ‘explicit writing’, ‘teen rated writing’ - or any other set of flags that would be useful, and then you could have the filter on search (instead of of now just hiding everything, including making ‘explicit’ blogs untaggable). Or some other system, it took me five minutes to make this up. 

So yeah - the tag IS meant humorous, but also serious, since the reaction to the ‘problem’ is going down a puritanical route, meant to punish us sinners,  rather than something that would actually work. 

[yvesdot]

Okay tagging works @fluoresensitive I don't know why Tumblr hate crimed me out of receiving your tag earlier ;___;

hiiii @yvesdot