#OH AND BY THE WAY

[functioningtrashcan]

One thing that really bugs me about certain fandoms now (specifically the Spiderverse fandom at the moment) is that it's downright impossible to like certain characters around *those* fans.

Like, I can't say ONE good thing about Miguel's characterization without hearing about how Miguel fans are horny weirdos who condone abuse.

Sure, a lot of Miguel fans are horny as all hell, but liking a character =/= thinking they are perfect and can do no wrong. Hell, even *understanding* a character's motives doesn't even mean we're condoning it.

Yeah, Miguel was 100% wrong for chokeslamming Miles into a train. But, at the same time, I could understand getting pissed and freaking out about one (1) kid who's about to cause the multiversal apocalypse via messed up trolley problem. I can understand feeling like no one else is taking the situation seriously, and that you have to do everything yourself because you can't even rely on more than 4 people in your strike force of probably millions. I, too, would get mad at a hardheaded teenager who seems ready to make the same mistake I made that cost me my family.

I can, at the same time, understand being young and scared, trying to prevent a family member's death, not knowing who to trust, and running for my life because there's not a single person in the multiverse who seems willing to honestly help.

That's the beauty of not being trapped in the narrative: you can simultaneously see and appreciate *every* character's perspective, because all those perspectives influence the characters' actions and the story as a whole. I don't *have* to condone a character's actions to like them or their role in the story.

And it would DEFINITELY make the fandom space less insufferable to contribute to if half the fans weren't so obsessed with being perfectly moral angels who only support cinnamon rolls who can do no wrong. But that just me, I guess.

[redfluffz]

I scripted all of diner fun! ✨️

So maybe at the end of the week or next week I'm ready to start this special. 🎉

It looks so ugly in this state, but I have to be fast to catch my thoughts. 🤣

Uuuuuhhhh I'm sooo exciiited! 🙊❤️‍🔥

I feel like this now:

The highlighted parts are best ones!

[askdannysroleswapau]

alright, here goes nothing.

after much deliberation and way too long of a wait, i've elected to post the draft here on tumblr. with all of the recent news about AO3 being scraped by various douchebags looking to profit, this is the safest option i have right now.

there are 5 chapters (the fifth being the most unfinished) with roughly 6,000 words in total. i'll be breaking up each chapter into separate posts, starting with this one. and as previously mentioned, i'll be answering any questions people have about it :)

without further ado, here is the out-dated, unfinished manuscript for my roleswap au entitled "The Portal"

Rob was a little on edge.

He was about to test a new machine. One that would be his last resort if everything else failed. If his calculations were correct, when he pulled the lever, the machine should rip open a gateway to an alternate universe.  

In case his main plans failed, he would use this device to evacuate as many people as possible to an alternate dimension which would hopefully be safer. 

That is, if he could get anybody to listen to him. Rob grimaced. He hoped they would. He really hoped they would.

He clicked on the camcorder.  

“Okay, so, this is test one of The Portal. Current date and time is…” He checked the date.  “The 12th of July, 2019; exactly five o’clock, p.m. If this thing explodes and kills me I'm blaming you, Gumball,” he said. “...I’m kidding. Why would he even be watching this?” Rob sighed and shook his head. “Whatever, I'm turning this thing on.”

As he pressed buttons and flicked switches, the machine began to hum to life. A shuddering motor rumbled as the rows of TV screens flickered on. Slowly, the wall of screens went to buzzing static. The grainy light from each screen then began to expand—out from the light—out from their glass prisons. Bit by bit, static began to seep out of the screens and drip down the glass, thick and flowing like honey. The droplets of static began to swirl towards the center of the portal, swept up as if caught in a vortex. So far, so good. 

He went about turning on all of the fans, which quickly formed an air current that he hoped would negate the vacuum of the forming portal—a swirling mass that grew stronger every second. He prayed the layers of duct tape, hot glue and rubber cement would be enough to hold down all of the fans. 

The piece powering the machine seemed to thrash and flail. The broken joystick jumped up and down—back and forth, but stayed in place. The static pool almost covered the wall of screens. Rob let out a breath of awe. The portal was nearly there. 

With great effort, he began to pull the final lever. 

Over the noise, he heard somebody pound on the door of the warehouse. At first Rob tried to ignore it, but eventually the noise became so incessant that he gave in. Letting out an angry huff, Rob picked up a crowbar and stormed over to the door of the warehouse. He already knew who it was before he flung the door open. 

“Go away!” he yelled. “I'm busy!”

“With what?” Gumball asked, yelling to be heard over the noise. 

“It doesn't matter!” Rob said. “Now go away!”

“No way! You're up to something, aren't you?” Gumball tried to look past Rob. “Is it something for me? I bet it's something for me! Ooo, is it a surprise?! I love surprises!  Lemme see!!” Gumball made grabby hands and started towards him. 

“No!” Rob jabbed him back with the blunt end of the crowbar. “Can’t you come back and bother me later?”

He cast a glance back at the machine, which was starting to shake. Red lights were flashing and smoke had begun to seep out from the dark metal frame. The portal was nearly complete, but the liquid static was forming into tendrils which reached out from the glass wall. They felt around blindly, but with purpose—like they were searching for something to snatch up.

While Rob was distracted, Gumball ducked under his arm and ran into the warehouse. Rob scrambled to grab him, but he was a second too late. Gumball had seen the machine already, and his jaw on the floor. 

Rob didn't waste time. Dropping the crowbar, he ran back to the lever and shoved it the rest of the way down. He just barely avoided the grasp of a tendril that brushed up against his arm. The screeching alarms blared even louder than before as he ran over to Gumball, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him behind a stack of wooden crates. He slammed an arm over Gumball’s chest and pressed both of their backs against the crates, branching for impact as Gumball began to protest—

FWOOSH!

A blinding flash of light engulfed everything. 

For a few seconds, all he heard was a dull, ringing sound.

Then he began to hear Gumball’s muffled voice through the ringing. It was bumbling and incoherent, but still there. Rob tried to focus and center himself--but that was kind of hard to do with someone shaking you by the shoulders. He pushed Gumball away. 

“Rob? ...What was... Hey... listening to me?”

Rob couldn't make out what he was saying, but that didn't matter. He willed himself to stand and peeked out from behind the crates. 

The Portal was open. 

An almost blinding tear in reality, writhing with static, just barely contained by the door’s mechanisms. The tendrils of static were gone, as if they’d never been there in the first place. 

He stepped out from behind the stack of boxes and began to approach the glowing opening. The ringing sound was starting to fade, being replaced by the whirring of fans. Gumball ran out in front of him and threw his arms out to the sides.

“Rob, what is going on?!” he asked, his voice clearer now. Gumball pointed at the rumbling machine, trembling. “What the what is that?”

“Another way out,” he said, shoving past Gumball. 

Rob picked up the camcorder and checked if it was still recording. It was. He made sure it was safely secured to the end of the yardstick. Holding the camcorder by the other end of the ruler, he cautiously approached the portal and stopped just a few feet from the opening.

Gumball watched, bewildered, as Rob crouched down and carefully slipped the camcorder into the buzzing static.

[End of Chapter 1]

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[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Guys my mom woke up with what might be the flu today (she's fine, just feels a bit shit) and I am PRAYING I don't get it cause I've been sick during Christmas basically every year nearly since 2019 and if it happens again I'm committing a crime

@justaboot Before you ask, no, I unfortunately didn't have the opportunity to make your Potion Of Don't Get Sick (OR do the thing with the garlic that you suggested)

Like seriously I swear to god if I lose my fucking voice for Christmas again I am RIOTING

As well as this I have a playwriting showcase on Saturday there is TOO MUCH AT STAKE

Thankfully I feel fine for now (if a little on-edge) and hopefully that doesn't change

[hitmewithyoursmile]

ALERT PHANTOM PHANS !!!!!

Kelly Glyptis (former Carlotta in the west end) is giving away things from her Phantom run of 2 years !!

Go check her Instagram and message her if you want anything :

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[iamshmolphrog]

hey

getting stuff in your askbox is fun

so

regardless of whether this post gets any notes

im gonna reload my dash board and go down and ask for every single person that i come across

>:)

[ask-alf-oddworld]

alfred how many pickles can you shove up your ass

I’m gonna tell your parents to take your tablet away.

[morgana9999]

Ehi everyone if you have the time check out this video from Alexander Avila.

Seriously is a topic people, especially in the queer community, should be more aware.

[such-a-downer]

I'm so sick of getting sick. I broke into fever and vomited twice. I can't eat. Cmon I'm already skinny af. Let me recover so i can shop for gifts already

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[hinamie]

matching eye horror for u and ur back-from-the-dead bestie <333

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[lonepower]

yes i Am paying real money to make you all look at our new dog. we've had her for 3 hours and if anything happened to her I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself. her name is Tater Tot

[officialspec]

can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis

[just-a-cup-of-anxietea]

“They’re eating the dogs in Springfield!!”

“There are no credible reports of that”

“I’ve seen people on television saying it”

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD