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scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

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We know that privacy, safety, and security are incredibly important concerns for writers right now.

So we’re running a short (anonymous!) survey about privacy, safety, and creative tools—what that means for writers; what features you need when it comes to protecting your work, identity, and creative freedom… and how Ellipsus can build around it.

Your answers will help us shape new features that stay true to our values, and yours.

Check it out here—we’d love to hear from you! <3

- the Ellipsus Team xo

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I’m watching Splash (1984) which is a romcom about a guy who falls in love with a mermaid, and when she chooses a human name she chooses Madison and guy says “that’s not a real name, but alright” which seems to imply that Madison was not a name until at least the 80’s and all girls named Madison are actually named after the mermaid. thought you should know

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The words they're afraid of.

(Read on our blog.)

The recently appointed Department of Defense head Pete Hegseth (formerly Fox News pundit, perpetually soused creepy uncle, and current group chat leaker of classified intel) banned images of the Enola Gay from the Pentagon’s website for the offense of “DEI” language. In keeping with the far right’s stated war on anything vaguely resembling diversity, equity and inclusion, even historical photos are up for cancellation. When a literal weapon of mass destruction is censored for being a bit fruity under the Trump administration’s war against inconvenient truths, what exactly is left untouched?

This is clown show stuff, but the stakes are far from funny. While some might be hesitant to compare the current administration to the very worst history has to offer, we can at least all agree that they are dyed-in-the-wool grammar Nazis. Policing language has been the objective of the MAGA culture war long before Project 2025’s debut—the wave of book bans orchestrated by astroturf movements like Moms for Liberty, and Florida’s 2022 Don’t Say Gay bill have already had a profound effect in the arena of free speech and freedom of expression (despite the far right’s long tradition of doublespeak performative free-speech martyrdom to the contrary). Don’t Say Gay ostensibly targeted K-3 education, but LGBT+ content at all levels of education (and beyond) was either quietly censored or entirely preempted in practice. The results were not just a war on so-called ideology, or words alone—but on reality and essential freedoms.

Now, words as innocuous and important as racism, climate change, hate speech, prejudice, mental health, and inequality are targeted as subversive. Entire concepts are being vanished from government institutions, scrubbed not only from descriptions but from metadata, search indexes, and archival frameworks.

If you don’t name a thing, does it exist?

These words are as numerous as they are generic: women, race, Black, immigrants, multicultural, gender, injustice. But what is painfully unserious is also particularly dangerous in its real-world consequences. The process of controlling words is a well-worn authoritarian tendency. Fifty-two universities are now under investigation as part of the President's effort to curb “woke” research and thought crimes. Institutions are being coerced to comply with a nebulous set of ideological demands, or face budgetary annihilation. That means cutting funding for entire departments, slashing financial aid, defunding scientific grants, and pressuring faculty to self-censor.

The possibilities for censorship extend far and wide—interfering, by extension, in everything from reproductive healthcare programs, to libraries and museums. The Trump administration’s proposed budget slashing all federal funding for libraries, including the Institute of Museum and Library Services, will effectively gut an infrastructure that supports over 100,000 libraries and museums across the country—community centers, educational lifelines, internet access points, and archives of marginalized histories (starting with the Smithsonian Institution).

When you erase access, you erase participation. And when you erase participation, you erase people, and the means by which future generations might even learn they existed. A culture that cannot remember is a culture that cannot resist.

The erasure is, yet again, unsurprisingly targeted at minorities and LGBT+ people. The National Parks Service quietly revised the Stonewall Monument’s website to remove references to transgender people—a fundamental part of the original protests. Not an oversight, not a mistake, but a deliberate excision—one point in a wider plan of erasure depicted in stark detail in Project 2025, a blueprint to dismantle civil rights, defund LGBT+-related healthcare, and rewrite history from the ground up.

Dehumanization by deletion—welcome to the reactionary resurgence of doubleplusungood governance. In Trumpland, words are weapons—but not in the way they intend. Their fear of language betrays its power; that’s why they’re trying so hard to police it.

Words hurt them.

Hurt them back.

- the Ellipsus Team

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Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

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Peak cinema is actually just whatever the hell Black Mirror puts into their lesbian narratives

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okay so hotel reverie is going to be the only thing I'm going to be able to think about for at least the upcoming 4 to 5 business days. SOBBING

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someone fucking sedate me. this can't be happening 😭

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they cancelled the sex lives of college girls?!?!?!?! after we finally got confirmation that bella likes girls?!?!?!?! are they fucking kidding me??? we never really get anything oh my gosh i hate everything

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓮𝔀

pairing: bela malhotra x fem reader word count: 1.2K warnings: unedited draft? summary: you never really liked parties but somehow this one was a lot better than the ones before. well, it helps that you've taken way too many shots already.

You didn't know why you even bothered to come to the party. You hated being around loud people and a party was the exact place where all those people come.

You sent a glare to your side where your friend, Taylor, was busy making out with a random girl, probably being saved as "Girl from Party" or something. Taylor never bothered to learn anyone's names, choosing to enjoy the makeout for what it is: a makeout; no attachments, no feelings.

It makes you wonder how you two immediately connected as roommates when you two could never be more opposite. You were a hopless romantic, a lover of cheesy romance movies. Although, you were starting to learn that those films were a bit dramatic. Nevertheless, you wanted your first makeout to be special, with someone special.

But the alcohol was getting into you with every sip and you felt all of those wants slowly fade from your mind. You suddenly feel the need to kiss someone and the ongoing makeout session beside you fueled your need even more. Who was a good person to kiss?

Definitely not a man, that's for sure.

Your vision began to become foggy and you had a feeling you weren't going to remember much of tonight. Before you could excuse yourself, Taylor scoffed. "Oh… she's here too." She grumbled.

"Who?" You asked, moving your head a bit too slow than you wanted to.

"Our annoying FAF, of course."

"Huh," You hummed, finally finding the older girl mentioned. She looked cute, you thought, with that dark red top and tight blue skirt. "You know, you were a bit rude with her. She was just trying to be nice."

"You like her or something?" Taylor asked, eyebrow raised.

You shrugged. Maybe the alcohol was making you a bit too honest at the moment. "I just think she's alright."

"Whatever," Taylor shook her head, noticing that you were a bit drunk. You didn't hear anything else from the girl as she moved to where the sophomore girl — Bela, you remembered — was and began talking. You could tell Taylor was trying to get on the girl's nerves. Why? You have no idea.

But you never shared what the blonde girl felt. Bela was nice and you did think she looked cute with that tie in the first FAF meeting, but the older girl had left before you could compliment her. It was sweet how the Malhotra girl would look out for signs of danger around the dorms (that candle was a fire hazard, let's be real) and listened to anyone who needed it. Not that you wanted her to spend time with you.

Or do I? You thought.

You looked back and saw Bela walking away from Taylor with a big smile. I guess the blonde's tactics didn't work as she made her way back to where you were with a grunt. "Ugh, I need a drink." Taylor muttered, looking around for a bottle of vodka.

"Nuh uh. You can't drink. Remember what you told me?" You slurred.

That snapped Taylor from whatever urge she was feeling. "You okay, love? You're slurring your words."

"I think I might've drunk a little too much to boost my confidence." You admitted, a lazy smile on your face. You didn't regret it because you were starting to feel like you could do anything.

"Why would you need to boost your confidence?"

Just then, Bela had entered your line of vision once more and instantly, all the voices telling you it was a bad idea was all gone. You took one more swig and faced Taylor with one last look of determination.

"So, I can do this." You moved away from your blonde friend and weaved your way through the sea of dancing bodies, eyes focused on one person who was smiling happily as she danced with her eyes closed. "Bela."

"Oh, hey. Do you need something? Did Taylor do something to you?"

Gosh, how was she still so caring at a place where she should let loose? Those endearing brown eyes looked at you with so much worry that if there wasn't a shit ton of booze in your system, you would've bolted. But you were here now and you needed to do it before it comes crashing down.

"I like you. Like, really like you. I thought you were really pretty during the FAF meeting and fuck what Taylor said, that tie looked good on you. I also think you're doing an amazing job as a FAF and I don't know what it says about me but maybe that's why I felt more drawn to you. You're just so kind and warm and did I mention beautiful? I think I said pretty- I don't know. But yeah, you're like so pretty and I've said it three times- or was it two times? Okay I'm rambling but what I'm trying to say is that I really… really want to kiss you right now. Is that okay?"

You could feel eyes on you, prickling your skin with heat that you never noticed before. Maybe it was Taylor with her jaw hung in shock. Maybe it was Bela's friends, who you didn't even notice dancing around the girl before. Either way, even with the loud music, the silence from Bela made the room a bit smaller with every second.

"Bela. Bela." One of the girls spoke up, snapping her fingers in front of the girl who stood unmoving. Wait, is that the Leighton Murray who slept with every queer girl in the school? "This adorable, bumbling mess of a girl just confessed to you and you're just standing there?"

Bela blinked rapidly, still staring at you. "I- I don't know what to do! Leighton, you're the only other gay girl I know. What do I do?!"

"Uh, maybe, don't ask me that while the girl is still waiting in front of you?"

"Oh, right!" Bela finally turned to you with a smile. That was a good start. "Hi!"

"Hi," You replied, awkwardly shuffling your feet. "So… are you rejecting me?"

"What? No! No, I just… it's my first time, you know, being with a girl."

"Oh. Well, I'm honored?"

Bela's reply was cut short when another one of her friends, a very tall girl with beautiful curls, spoke up. "Bela, if you don't kiss this cutie pie right now, I will."

You laughed at that, getting shy at the compliment. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you forward. You felt a pair of soft lips crash against yours and everything melted away. The booming music and the loud cheers melted away as you felt your heart slamming on your chest rapidly, the quick beat reaching your ears.

It felt like minutes before both of you pulled away, mirroring each other with soft grins and giggles. "That was my first time kissing a girl." Bela admitted.

You chuckled. "Well, that was my first time kissing anyone."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What a loser, right?"

"No," Bela shook her head, still smiling. "I think it's cute that I'm your first."

"Honestly, if this had gone wrong, I would be packing my bags right about now."

"Well, I'm glad it didn't so I get to see you more." Bela moved her face closer. "And do more of this."

She kissed you once more and you mentally promised never to decline a party invite from Taylor ever again.

a/n: i wrote this way too fast and needed to post right away. not proof read, i'm sorry.

more of my works here: masterlist

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god