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Finally finished Echo in preparation for Daredevil: Born Again.

I might have cried. Several times.

I will NOT tolerate Echo slander. 💜

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A03 Marvel witches complaint of the night:

Stop 👏 tagging 👏 agathario 👏 fics 👏 with 👏 wagatha 👏 if 👏 it’s 👏 not 👏 wagatha 👏

I am SO SICK of having to GO THROUGH LIKE THREE PAGES to find ONE wagatha-focused fic that doesn’t have Agatha cheating with Rio or doing some other shit. And it’s also demotivating as a fic writer, because I know my stuff will get buried by stuff that isn’t tagged correctly.

Either A03 needs to do something for competing ship tags (idk is that even a thing) or a different tag needs to be made for previous/not lasting ships that isn’t going to get lumped in.

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ouija board scene

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Rewatched most of The Marvels with my daughters tonight - it’s one of the 7yo’s favorites, but the 11yo, who doesn’t primarily live with us for the moment, hadn’t seen it yet.

The dialogue bit before the Flerkittens hit me hard somehow this time.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that…I thought if I fixed it, I could come home.”

“That’s not how families work.”

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You know, if you think about it the wrong way -

Horticulture and pediatrics are kind of the same thing.

And no, that’s not a slight to pediatricians.

This half-asleep ADHD rotted brain thought is brought to you by the concept of, “Children between 4-12 years old should get about 10 hours of sleep on a good night,” because somehow my brain equivocated that with how many hours per day plants need sunlight. Can we tell that I secular homeschool a second grader who likes plants and solar systems?

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Me: I have about five Wagatha projects in progress, with at least two of them sitting in limbo and several sequel cutesy epilogue series’ or otherwise planned out. I haven’t finished a chapter in like two or more weeks because end of school year, dance recitals etc have kicked my ass and I’m surprised I’m not constantly sleeping. I do not have time to pick up another idea.

Also me: …GOD I’ve kinda wanted to write a fic like this before. Like Burlesque but stripping and it’s queer as fuck.

Idea:

Down on her luck, single mother of two Wanda getting a job at a local strip club as a way to pay the bills, only to slowly fall in love with club owner!Agatha.

At the start, Wanda's not very good at her job, but, as she slowly falls more and more for Agatha, she starts to put more and more effort into performing in an effort to get Agatha's attention by being really good at performing. She does, though Agatha doesn't let on that she's also interested, 'cause, since Wanda decided to get good, she's become Agatha's most popular dancer, and she (Agatha) doesn't want to risk losing all that patronage that Wanda's bringing in by, you know, actually being a good performer.

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My 7-year-old daughter just fell out of her bunk bed.

She’s on the damn bottom bunk.

It’s a double bed, full-over-full bunks. We built it a couple months ago. Her 11-year-old stepsister sleeps in the top bunk when she’s with us. Sister requested railing on the top bunk, not for herself, but for the 7-year-old, because they hang out up there sometimes.

We ended up not needing the railing once the ladder was fully functional, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m convinced my bonus baby requested railing on the wrong bunk.

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I Need To Stop Procrastinating At Bedtime, Volume 1:

I was writing a funny sentence after an emotional dialogue. Because I have to break up the cuteness in this chapter with some emotional backstory because yes, I enjoy tormenting my readers (they like it, hush).

And my stupid tired brain decides to write the sentences “barks out a laugh” as “laughs out a bark.”

I almost typed it. But I stopped, realized what I was doing, and sighed. Then immediately started giggling about the implications of laughing so hard you bark.

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Unhinged texts I have sent this evening:

The kids laughed. [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] and I just watched Jason Momoa and Jack Black trying to kiss each other while also hating each other for an hour and a half and questioned how our choices in life brought us to that moment.

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I got one hand in my pocket, and the other one’s…currently embodying a T-Rex arm.

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This is the companion to my thoughts. I cannot stop thinking about this storyline.

I should be sleeping, but instead I can’t stop thinking about this.

Out of all the Marvel storylines I adore, I think the Red Room and Nat’s story hits me insanely harder than I’d expect. Wanda’s story is personal and thematically familiar to me, as is Agatha’s, but Natasha and Yelena strike a chord in me that I’m just now harmonizing with.

It’s not because the story of the Red Room is personal to me in any sense. But I realized that the way Dreykov talks about the girls, to them, the way they grow up and don’t even know who they are outside of how they were trained - it’s a startling, sobering reminder that even the most fantastical or “out-there” fiction can have darker elements and themes entirely too familiar to the universe we live in. Exploitation, systematic abuse, brainwashing, kidnapping, slavery, complex post traumatic stress, broken family dynamics, extreme reactions to loss, the lack of a sense of self and desire to hide after being used for your entire life….i could literally keep typing, but I’m losing plot here.

This sounded really sad and dark, and the thought WAS, but here’s the kicker.

I think that’s the real reason that I, a millennial mom with ADHD and burnout, refuse to give up on the belief that there’s more out there than our universe. Our reality. There has to be more. I’m not quite sure how it ties in, but something in my mind equates this to, “if they share our struggles, we can share joys and successes too.”

It makes me feel less alone. And maybe reminds me that there’s still a little hope left.

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I should be sleeping, but instead I can’t stop thinking about this.

Out of all the Marvel storylines I adore, I think the Red Room and Nat’s story hits me insanely harder than I’d expect. Wanda’s story is personal and thematically familiar to me, as is Agatha’s, but Natasha and Yelena strike a chord in me that I’m just now harmonizing with.

It’s not because the story of the Red Room is personal to me in any sense. But I realized that the way Dreykov talks about the girls, to them, the way they grow up and don’t even know who they are outside of how they were trained - it’s a startling, sobering reminder that even the most fantastical or “out-there” fiction can have darker elements and themes entirely too familiar to the universe we live in. Exploitation, systematic abuse, brainwashing, kidnapping, slavery, complex post traumatic stress, broken family dynamics, extreme reactions to loss, the lack of a sense of self and desire to hide after being used for your entire life….i could literally keep typing, but I’m losing plot here.

This sounded really sad and dark, and the thought WAS, but here’s the kicker.

I think that’s the real reason that I, a millennial mom with ADHD and burnout, refuse to give up on the belief that there’s more out there than our universe. Our reality. There has to be more. I’m not quite sure how it ties in, but something in my mind equates this to, “if they share our struggles, we can share joys and successes too.”

It makes me feel less alone. And maybe reminds me that there’s still a little hope left.

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Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

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Also, holy shit, do you mean to tell me that next time my head starts telling me maybe I should remove myself from the population…

I could hear it in the voice of the Hitler from Wish? And I could potentially metaphorically stare the thought/Pumpkin Spice Palpatine in the face and go, “You first, motherfucker.”

my therapist suggested i imagine my intrusive thoughts in the voice of donald trump bc i do not possess an ounce of respect for him or trust in his competence. going thru it today so i made this. hope this helps

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This is…really beautiful.

my therapist suggested i imagine my intrusive thoughts in the voice of donald trump bc i do not possess an ounce of respect for him or trust in his competence. going thru it today so i made this. hope this helps

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top tier character-building device in pokemon games is when a seemingly antagonistic character has a golbat on their team and then later has it evolved into a crobat, which requires significant friendship, thus signalling that the character was always a kind person inside (plumeria), is growing past their issues and learning to be kinder (silver), may hold a spark of kindness that undermines their cold and calculating image (cyrus), etc etc