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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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as a pink lover. The ""universal""" hatred of the color pink by young girls is due to the heavy expectation of femininity forced on them. It is an expression of frustration at gender roles. It is not internalized misogyny. No you will not inevitably start liking pink as an adult and if you do that is not healing your inner divine feminine or whatever we're saying now. Its a color. 😁👍

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As Promised, Murphy edit to Cowboy Casanova :-D

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sorry if you read my fics and you see the same very specific phrases over and over again

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Final Destination Bloodlines is now streaming On HBO LETSSS GOOOO.

Time to go watch it a bunch of times! And definitely for the plot!

The plot in question:

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Writing a fic right now and using as many ellipses as a 50-year-old coworker... I'm gonna have to cut some of these out aren't I 😫

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buffy the vampire slayer had a pretty okay musical episode and every TV show for the past 25 years has thought it could get away with having a musical episode because of it. You are not buffy the vampire slayer

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Here are my recs for you to start out! There's more au than canonverse, but I'll start with the canonverse:

A whole bunch of stuff by unremarkablegirl. She has a bunch of memori fics, both canon and au, and focuses on Emori.

You Wanted Forever By @mylifeiskara . More Murphy-centric than Emori, but it's canonverse and adorable

Because I can't help myself, here's some AU memori fics that I love. There's just more au fics out there, at least the longer ones that stick in my brain easier:

We Don't Need to Say It by @mylifeiskara

Litany by @searchforthescars

The Secret to Life is Timing by @northernxstories

Don't be surprised if I love you (for all that you are) by @raven-reyes-of-sunshine (not_a_total_basket_case on ao3)

Anyone else reading this, please feel free to add on. This is just a few of many memori fics out there. Also I can't exactly recommend my own fics, but there's probably some you'd like if you filter out all the smut and au.

Happy memori reading, and remember that fic writers love comments 💙💙💙

if the 100 fandom is alive and well on tumblr, do any of y'all have recs for (non smut) memori fics? i would very much like to have some to read.

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So Do Me a Favor, and Stay Alive With Me (Memori)

Author's Note: (Mention of spoilers for season four of The 100 in this fic) I've been writing fanfiction for four years at this point and I've never published any of it (but always wanted to), so here's a little piece of my WIP.

Summary: Missing scene from 4x08 of The 100 after Clarke injects herself with the Nightblood; Murphy tells Emori he loves her.

Fic Type: Angst + Hurt/Comfort.

Word Count: 1k

Fandom: The 100

Ship: Memori

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: None

In the first few moments after Emori’s eyelids fluttered open, she had no recollection of anything that had happened that day. Ever since she’d gone with John to help Skaikru in hopes of finding a way to survive the Death Wave, she woke up in the mornings still expecting to be in their cave. She felt the soft mattress enveloping her first before taking in the window that overlooked Becca’s lab. Becca’s lab.

She jolted upright with a gasp, losing control of her own breath momentarily before she realized she wasn’t alone on the bed, and someone was holding her hand. “Hey, hey, hey,” John said quickly. “It’s okay, I’m right here.” He was still in the charcoal gray sweater he’d been wearing earlier, though his eyes now were bloodshot, and his hair was a bit of a mess.

If she was here with John, and not strapped to the radiation chamber, the test had to have been done already. “Did it—did it work?” Emori stammered, looking down at herself to confirm that she was still in one piece.

“Clarke injected herself,” he said. “We still have another hour before she’s ready to test.”

Emori shook her head. “She… she did what? I don’t understand—why would she do that?”

John shrugged. “She felt guilty. She wanted to be the savior of us all again. I don’t know, Emori, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re going to be okay.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and Emori let John pull her towards him until they were both leaning against the headboard.

Emori glanced down and saw that his wrists were still an angry shade of red where he’d rubbed the skin raw and bloody against his restraints earlier. She could also see the marks from where he’d tried to bite through them when that hadn’t worked, piercing through his own flesh in the process. He’d done that for her when she’d said not to, when it could have gotten him killed too, and while the thought of that should have made her feel loved, it only made her feel sick.

She pushed him off of her, and she heard him softly ask, “‘Mori, what’s wrong?” before she got up off the bed and wheeled around to face him.

“That was stupid!” The air around her began to feel thick as her voice betrayed her and tears started spilling out of her eyes. “You tried to stop them from taking me when I told you not to do that, and if things had gone a different way, they would’ve killed you next. I told you that. What the hell were you thinking? Were you even thinking?”

“Emori, there was no chance in hell that I was going to be okay with that. What did you want me to do, just let you die?”

“Yes!” she blurted. “If it meant that you were going to survive, then yes John, that’s what I wanted you to do.”

“Too damn bad," John said. "That was never going to happen.” A part of Emori wanted to hit him over the head with the hilt of her knife again like she had the first time they’d met, but all of their weapons had been taken away from them. Instead, she sent a lamp that was on the dresser toppling to the ground before stomping toward the door. It shattered with a crash that rang out into the air and echoed off the walls. “Emori!” She was halfway into the hall and preparing to slam the door when John called to her, “Emori, I love you.”

Emori wanted to run screaming out of Becca’s lab even more now than she did when she realized that Clarke was going to use her as a test subject. She also wanted the shards on the ground to pull themselves back into a lamp so that she could throw it at John’s head. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to kill him. Who knew what she wanted anymore?

John got up. “Emori.” She backed away from him, fingers still curled around the door handle, as he took a step toward her.

“Don’t,” was the only thing she could manage to whisper.

John stopped where he was but continued talking to her. “Emori, you’re the only person who’s ever understood anything about me. The only person who’s ever tried. You’re brave, and you’re smart, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad that Jaha dragged me on his crazy suicide mission. Because if he hadn’t, I never would have met you. You make all the things I’ve had to do to survive worth it.” He paused. “If I survived without you, there wouldn’t be a point.” 

He took another step towards her, carefully glancing down to avoid the pieces of ceramic on the ground, and this time, she didn’t try to bolt, even though she kept her grip on the door handle like it was her lifeline. “Emori. I love you so much. And either we’re both living through this or neither of us are.” 

She let John close the distance between them; he slowly brought his hand up to her face and pushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes. “I love you,” he said again. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. So do me a favor, and stay alive with me, okay?”

Emori looked down and sniffled. She wiped the tears off of her cheeks with the back of her hand and leaned in to bury her face in John’s chest, breathing in the smell of his sweater. She felt John rest his chin on the top of her head and wrap his arms around her. “I want you to stay alive with me,” he said again.

“You’re making a mistake,” she whispered. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I’ve made plenty of mistakes,” John told her. “If this was one of them, I’d be able to tell.” Absentmindedly, he ran one of his hands up and down Emori’s shoulder.

“And what if you regret it?”

“What if I don’t?” She looked up at him. “We’re in this together, Emori. And like it or not, I care about you, so get used to it.”

And as John held her close to him, without caring about the chaos of the night and the remains of the lamp surrounding them on the ground, Emori realized for a moment that this time, maybe she could.

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i lowkey forget sometimes that emori isn't a main character in the 100. because i love her more than life itself (occasionally more than murphy as well) but i feel like nobody talks about her on here.

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Your trauma is valid if it didn’t leave a physical mark.

Pain without visible scars is still pain.

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“i write for myself,” i said, casually refreshing to see if my fanfics had reached the audience i secretly hoped for.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer

5.18 | "Intervention"

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John Oliver gets it, as usual. AI Slop is one of the best episodes of Last Week Tonight I've seen so far. Gen AI is theft. Those who use it are not authors or artists, they're grifters profiting from real creatives.

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(person who learned from childhood to make themself as small and unimportant as possible to avoid being a burden) yeah its okay we dont have to do my thing if you dont want i dont mind