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[littlechillis]

I DON'T HAVE POLLS BUT ARE WE SEEING THIS YES OR NO

[ph7soy]

mega angsty grahamscott college AU fic❗❗

College was supposed to be a fresh start for Warren. A chance to rebrand his geeky high school self. Hell, maybe he’d even have a shot at being cool this time around. But of course nothing ever goes his way, because he’s Warren fucking Graham.

~ wc: 71k-ish ~ status: ongoing (chapter 11/?) ~ tags: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff/angst, coming-of-age

helloooooo to all five grahamscott shippers out there!! my super supportive gf (who is also my only beta reader) suggested that i promote my fic on tumblr so here i am;;

enjoy the vandalized driver’s licenses i made for warren & nathan + a lil what’s in my bag college student edition for these two dorks (clearly not hard to guess which belongs to who lol)

[beesbiteandwillowrites]

DP x DC Prompt: "City of Ghosts"

Gotham is a part of the Infinite Realms.

It's a bit of a mythical place really. Ghosts don't go there, and Gotham ghosts don't venture out of their city haunt. Everyone in the Infinite Realms knows that Gotham is a lawless place. They avoid it like the plague. Skulker doesn't hunt there. Walker ignores all the violations of the rules and laws of the Infinite Realms that happen within city limits. Pariah Dark didn't touch that area with a ten-foot pole, in spite of being king of everything within the Infinite Realms. Even Dan hadn't bothered with that place in his own timeline, its inhabitants too twisted and feral for him to fight (he had scars from when he fought some fucked up guy with a shadowcore that somehow powered bright flaming swords bc what's the logic in that?). Gotham is its own brand of crazy not even the bravest and most power-hungry ghosts touched.

Unfortunately, nobody thought to tell Danny this.

Now, you can go so many ways with this. Danny could catch the attention by everyone's favourite serial adopter who sees a baby ghost in need of training and make him a ghost-bat. You can have shipping fics between Danny and any of the bats. You can have Gotham's insane rogues set their sights on the new halfa and enter Amity Park through the portal.

I'm a ho for Jason Todd and I love to ship him with just about anyone, so what if when Danny enters Gotham, he meets a ghost boy by the name Robin, who talks about reading books and protecting people and who saves Danny from a mob of feral city ghosts and is just generally really cute and oh shit, Danny might have a crush.

And then Robin's existence is wiped away by a crazy clown who tortures the boy and shatters his core into so many shards he fades away, and Danny believes the love of his life death is truly gone

Jason's resurrection would be fascinating to explore bc what kind of bullshit could damage a core so beyond repair and what cosmic fuckery actually pulls all those shards back together? (my shipping heart says "Danny accepting the crown caused a power surge and brought Jason back" for drama)

Or maybe Red Hood already exists, and you can pair him with Dan, do an enemies-to-lovers kinda fic, where they were at each other's throat in the initial timeline, but end up falling for each other in the second timeline

Or explore the first timeline and write a tragedy in which Jason has to watch how his partner gets more twisted and warped as time goes on and ends up becoming his enemy

Just Gotham as a ghost town. Literally.

(I may be hyperfixating on this a little at the moment)

[balgur]

some thoughts on mystra's relationship with gale

idk if this will be considered a hot take or whatever but i'd been thinking about the dynamic between the two for a while and i'd like to imagine i have a perspective on it that could add to the discussion (or not, lmao) and i'm too annoying not to put it down into words

i'll start by saying i'm a teacher and have been teaching for a while. i'm looking at mystra from a teacher's perspective - a teacher of magic, not just a 'mother' per se but solely as a figure of education. a lot of times, people really don't realise how much influence teachers have over their pupils. we have so so so so much influence, so much authority and implicit trust placed in us from our students, regardless of how young/old a student is.

additionally, as a teacher i cannot state how incredibly weird and uncomfortable it would be and is for any student to take a personal interest in me even platonically - it's so easy to take that boundary and abuse it. if a teacher wanted to cause emotional harm to a student, they could do so with a disturbing amount of ease. it's genuinely very important that teachers recognise this.

so with mystra as gale's personal teacher and mentor, it creeps me the fuck out that mystra entirely overstepped the boundary of teacher into that of lover. she took an implicit and complete trust in her as an authority figure to pursue a romantic interest in a student that had been in her sights since he was underage. that is so unfathomably creepy and wrong to do that it just makes me so repulsed.

this isn't even getting into the other components of mystra's reputation among wizards as a literal goddess, but even in this dynamic it's so gross and morally wrong

[tompuppydog]

i have a confession….i like youtube shorts ><

[insomnya777]

omg wait guys reply here if u want a cameo in my new fic

[m1ckeyb3rry]

sometimes someone will comment complaining about a certain aspect of one of my stories and i just want to tell them to write their own fic if they’re so bothered by my choices

[shrimpchipsss]

wrote a short essay of some things to consider as part of the current yuri zeitgeist, featuring an imperfect case study using my own fanart

[bropunzeling]

i know the prevailing cross-fandom opinion is that it's good to leave any kind of comment on fic but i gotta say like, if the comment is just a heart emoji, i kinda wish it were just a kudos. i'll know and appreciate that you liked it, but the comments email won't get my hopes up of something more substantial

[softietrait]

this is for my black mutuals/followers.

HAIR HELP, PLEASE <3

i'm gonna open up a bit here.... i'm mixed (my dad is black, mother is white) and i did not grow up around my father or his family, only my mom and hers.(not bio mom though) -- my mom (who raised me, that's my mama!) did her best to make sure to learn how to do my hair through black family friends when i was younger who she'd pay to not only do my hair but teach her and show her how to care for my hair.

despite that, growing up, where i lived did not have all the resources i need to be able to really do my hair in a way that's beneficial for my hair type and thus my knowledge of how to do my OWN hair is kind of... minimal. i'm a bit ashamed to say that. i really want to do more protective styles on my natural hair because i don't want to cut it and want to grow it out. but i still want and need styles that would suit its type and things i can use/do to it and whatnot (if this makes sense. i apologize, i am so bad at explaining myself!)

even now, there's only about 2-3 places that are black-owned that i can go to in my town.... and they only popped up in the past couple of years?? so yes. i do now have the ability to go into town to a supply store at the least to help <3!

i'll put a picture of my hair in its natural state for reference. this took a lot for me to post and it's very personal, but i really need the help and i'm already in my 30s without knowing how to for real PROPERLY care for my hair beyond basics. that's already embarrassing :(

this is what my hair looks like down and in just tiny ponytails. nothing else! ^^ i don't currently have any pictures of when it's wet , i think, though. ALSO i'd really like help on how to style my edges effectively ;n; i've been trying for ages and here they look good in my opinion! but i want better ways to do them <33 thank you guys SOOOO MUCH!!

[paulawithsharks]

"They turned me into a monster, Arthur. But my memories of him, they still pure"

[hinamie]

so they rly just showed up out of nowhere ytd to ruin my day and won't even elaborate??? no closure fr u hina?? isee how it is

[ask-shane]

Is it gonna annoy you if i keep commenting under your posts and sending loads of asks? I feel like i sometimes overdo it with the comments... 😅

mod post mod post mod post

NOT AT ALLL! it’s my favorite thing honestly!!

i love interactions (comments, reblogs, asks, mentions, replies, and tags) so much. it makes this app feel so alive and connected— being able to talk to you in the comment section and ask box is so fun and i enjoy it, so please interact often as you’d like without concerns that you may be annoying me 🤍🤍🤍

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Part 14

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CW for child abuse, bullying, and suicidal intentions

Eddie hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after Steve and everyone else had fallen asleep one by one, so did he. When he woke up, Steve was gone from the pile of limbs. Eddie didn't have the grace to get out without waking everyone else, so as he wiggled out, he heard groaning. He waited for a minute, watching the others realize Steve was gone. "Is he...?" Gareth trailed off, and Eddie rubbed a hand over his face.

"We should," Jeff didn't even bother finishing his sentence before he was heading out of the room. Eddie took a moment before following.

As they got down, in the kitchen was Steve. He was making French toast and smiled over at them. Once again, acting like nothing happened. Like they hadn't woken up to Steve sobbing for Dustin while he was still asleep. Then they hadn't dealt with his panic and confusion. Eddie hated it. "There's coffee," Steve pointed, and Eddie glanced at the clock, 9:32. How long has Steve been up?

"Steve -" He started but was cut off by an almost frantic.

"I didn't know what else to make. Hopefully, you all like French Toast. To be honest, I never eat breakfast, so I don't know many recipes. But this one seemed easy enough." He nodded towards the cookbook on the counter. It was a well-loved cookbook, with notes sticking out of the pages.

Grant opened his mouth to say something when Jeff said, "Sounds good. We can set the table." He stares pointedly at the 3 of them before they moved. Eddie grabbed some plain white mugs from all the plain white, sterile-looking dishes. Grant grabbed plates as Gareth grabbed silverware. Jeff helped Steve grab the food items and if Eddie really looked, he could see the way Steve moved just slightly out of range of touches. His walls were back up and his movements were planned. Suddenly he wasn’t just Steve their friend, but more like King Steve an act.

They sat down and started to eat. The silence was deafening. Steve’s eyes jumped over each one of them but they followed Jeff’s lead. They knew how to work to each others' strengths. Like last night Eddie had moved next to Steve easily but it was Gareth they listened to. Since Gareth had plenty of practice talking calmingly and softly to someone in the midst of a panic attack. Because Gareth was the one who had them and talked Eddie through his. So, they sat there in silence until the food was gone before Jeff moved them to the living room. Steve sat in the recliner but the rest of them sat on the couches.

“My mom she’s a great cook.” Grant blurts and doesn’t let their surprised looks stop him. “She can do everything except for French Toast. Every time she tries, she burns it. We don’t know how she does it because she can cook like 5 things at a time but even watching the French Toast closely the entire time, they burn. We’re convinced she was cursed to never be able to make them.”

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. Suddenly everyone was laughing, even Steve smiled and looked close to laughing. By the time the laughter stopped, Jeff started. “My siblings and I had wanted to make my parents breakfast in bed for their anniversary when we were younger. I barely knew how to cook and my brother, Nolan, couldn’t even reach the counter. My sister, Zahra, had gotten up on the counters to reach all the tall stuff and we got to work. Only none of us had been taught how to make breakfast foods. We just had seen our parents do it. We made eggs with shells still in them and they were overcooked. Burnt toast that we covered in jam. We gave it to my parents and they choked down a good bit of it just to make us smile.” He said softly, “they showed us how to make eggs the next morning.”

Gareth grinned, “my older brother, Derek, was making a batch of brownies. Not just any brownies but pot brownies. Only Mom saw that he was baking so he had to make two batches. One with pot, one without. He thought he was so slick but then he accidentally switched the two around. So, Mom, Dad, and I were high out of our minds while he wondered how they didn’t affect him. Never really connected the dots. But at the next party-”

Eddie laughed cutting Gareth off, he remembered what had happened. Gareth grinned over at him. “He told everyone how high his tolerance was before getting incredibly high and trying to do a backflip off of someone’s shed. Broke his arm and everything.” Gareth snickered, “First time I got high, and let’s just say I didn’t mind it.”

“We will never let that go.” Eddie snickered and Gareth high-fived him.

Steve was looking at them and smiling. There was a little relief in his eyes. “First time I ever cooked I accidentally set my shirt on fire,” Steve says and it comes out soft. Like he’s so wrapped up in love that he can’t handle it. “I ran straight into the pool,” he said and Eddie grinned over at him. “I still avoid making oatmeal even though I know it’s just because I didn’t know how to use the stove.” He says and there’s a laugh starting to form in his words.

Eddie tilted his head, he glanced over at Jeff, with a silent question of Can we try to talk now? Jeff glanced at Steve who was finally relaxing and nodded. Eddie cleared his throat, nerves welling up. “I had to learn how to cook because my parents sucked. Back when- well I moved to Hawkins back when I was 12. Before that, I lived with my mom and dad in West Virginia. They weren’t great parents. My dad never tried to get a job, instead trying to live off of stupid shit like hotwiring cars and dealing. My mom wasted… I don’t even know how much of our money on drugs. All I know is that growing up, we had more drugs in the house than food.”

He said and everyone was looking at him. “We didn’t have much for food, and they said if I couldn’t cook, I couldn’t eat.” He stated and saw Gareth itching to reach out. But this wasn’t the time. “I did. I learned because if we had food in the house, I wanted to be able to eat it. I’m best at breakfast foods because my mom stated it was the most important. Most days it was the only time I ate.” He shrugged, “Then I moved in with Wayne…  And well, he works nights. So, our schedules are off. I’ll make him breakfast for dinner some mornings and he’ll make me breakfast for dinner some evenings. It works, it’s nice.” Eddie says softly and looks up at Steve.

Grant cleared his throat, catching onto what Eddie was doing. “My dad left when I was 4. He never wanted kids. He said he had gotten tied down because of one stupid night. He hated us for it. So, one day he just packed up and left. My mom was young and she never worked before but she started working at the daycare to try and keep us afloat. Soon, though, we weren’t able to keep up with our bills and we had to move in with my grandparents. We still live there. I think she’s waiting until I graduate before trying again. Too afraid to take a chance.”

Gareth cleared his throat and looked over at Eddie. Eddie gave him a reassuring smile. Gareth smiled back, “When I was a kid… well I’m still bullied but it was really bad when I was younger. To the point, I avoided going to school and stayed home more than anything. But it didn’t stop them from picking on me. One day they tied me up on a football post in just my underwear. They were taking turns throwing shit at me. Writing shit on my body.”

Gareth shrugged and he glanced over at Eddie. It brought him back to finding Gareth like that. Gareth cleared his throat, “Derek had arrived just in time with Eddie. He sent me with Eddie and I was so terrified. But I trusted him and I trusted Eddie… Eddie took me home and helped me clean up. And the next time I saw Derek, it was at the station. He was bloody and bruised along with a few of the people that had done that shit to me. Hopper had listened to Derek and me, but Derek ended up still having to do community service because of it.” Gareth explained and Eddie watched Steve’s walls take each hit they were throwing his way.

Jeff cleared his throat, “honestly, Steve. I don’t know what happened last night. What you dreamed of. But I want you to know that we’ve all got shit. We can’t compare them because it’s different, but it's there. So, don’t feel like you have to hide your own shit. Because… well, we don’t want to see you get eaten up by it.” Jeff looks a little shaky and Eddie hates it. Hates that the unbreakable Jeff isn’t sturdy at the moment. “Zahra, she’s like you… she was dealing with shit that she never talked about. Always laughed and smiled. But she could barely eat and her laughs weren’t real.”

Everyone who already knew how this story went, tensed up. Jeff cleared his throat like he was going to cry, “And- And then one day I came home early and found her bleeding out in the bathroom. I almost lost her— I did lose her in a way. She’s in and out of facilities where they try to help her. But she’ll never be the same. And I do what I can to make her feel loved. She’s my little sister and I almost lost her.” Steve was just staring, wide-eyed.

Jeff sighed and folded his hands over his lap. “Now… I just need you to believe that when we ask you how you’re doing it’s because we care about you. Cause we do care, Steve. For some reason, you slid right into our lives and you just fit. We love having you around and we need you to understand that.”

Steve looked moments from breaking, “I- I’m sorry.” It comes out choked and Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing to apologize for. Like I said we’ve all got our shit.” Jeff says softly and Eddie realizes a lot later than he should have that Jeff talks to Steve like he does his little siblings… even though Steve’s older than him. Even though they haven’t known each other for long.

Steve's eyes are roaming over them like he's trying to see through them. “Are- are you guys okay?” Steve whispers and looks over at them with glassy brown eyes.

Eddie gives him a soft smile. “You know, I’m pretty great. I’m spending time with my friends,” he looks at Steve straight on. “But one of my friends had a rough night and I’m worried about them. I want them to be able to talk to me about whatever they’re going through.” He says softly and Steve looks away from his gaze. “Steve,” he murmurs and he stands, moving to kneel down in front of the recliner. Steve’s curled up form so close but Eddie doesn’t touch. He just rests his hands on the seat of the chair next to Steve’s legs. “We’re here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Steve’s nod is jerky and he’s wringing his hands awkwardly. “You’re my friends?” He questions and he looks at them with so much fear but also hope.

Eddie gave him a soft smile and shifted, taking Steve’s hands in his. “Steve you’ve been our friend for a while now. Like I said that first day, I gave you a starting point and you easily charmed our socks off.” He jokes but kept his voice soft.

Grant cuts in with “We like you as our little jock.” Steve’s hands were shaking in his hands. “Steve, you’re our cheerleader, didn’t you know that? You watch our d&d games. We love it when you cheer when we win. Or when you give your own opinions. Honestly just laughing with you is nice.” He says and Steve’s blinking tears away.

“We don’t invite just anyone to join the campaign… we decided you would be a great addition a while ago, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you. We know we can be a lot. But we made you a character that first time you invited us here.” Gareth says and Steve’s whole body is shaking now.

Eddie looks over at Steve, he looks like shit. “Steve, can I hug yo-” He doesn’t even finish. Steve just throws himself into Eddie’s arms. They fall back to the ground so Steve’s on top of Eddie but Eddie just holds Steve close. “I’ve got you,” he promises and Steve is just crying.

Eddie holds him and Steve shakes. “I- I get nightmares. A lot of them. I didn’t- I tried to stay on a separate floor. I didn’t want to wake you with them.” He says and Eddie remembers how stressed Steve had looked when he invited them over. Or when Eddie pushed to get him to sleep in his room. He had been afraid of them seeing. “I don’t- I can’t talk-” he cuts himself off and he seems to be trying to choose his words carefully. “I’m sorry,” he finally says and Eddie runs his hands up and down Steve’s back.

“It’s okay, we’ll be here when you want to talk about it,” Jeff promises. Eddie carefully shifts the two of them to lean back against the couch. The boys crawl down and they all stay close together. Maybe Steve isn’t ready right now, but Eddie will be here when he is.

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[prisonpodcast]

some ccs are just straight up nuts there’s no other explanation

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

@tigrain1994​ I can’t address this comment properly in my comments with the text limit!! 

Bestie, my friend, my darling, kidnapping a child and taking him to be tortured for information and then coming into the child's prison cell and saying "you can come help me rn or you can stay here and be tortured more" is not saving him from torture. It is manipulation, textbook. It makes us (the audience) understand how Quartich can endear himself to Spider, how Spider, the vulnerable and manipulated party in this, can begin to get to the point where he would save him at the end. It makes us understand and sympathize with how Spider would empathize with Quaritch, because in Spider’s warped perspective it seems like Quaritch gives Spider a choice, a way out. That is not a choice, and he doesn’t. Quaritch just deliberately puts himself in the perfect position to seem like it. Understand? If you (or James Cameron, idk I’ve never heard of this interview) find that relatable or sympathetic, that’s sus buddy!

Now, I know they have emphasized how they wanted the show that love is not always good or healthy in the relationships in the movie. We can debate all day and go in circles about if Quaritch loves Spider, but if he does, it is distinctly not healthy or good! The scene of Quaritch and Spider in the cell is not a sign of redemption or something to see as sympathetic. It is another major part of his manipulation. 

I do not and did not say anything about Quaritch fans. I criticize people who think Quaritch can be redeemed, because this is a media trend that is harmful. He can’t be, not by anything in this movie that’s for sure, and he has not started down that path. I don’t think he ever can. The themes he represents are extremely heavy. A path to redeem him properly while treating these themes with the proper respect and seriousness, and doing it in a way that doesn’t spit on the movies point would be very complex and layered and much more complicated, frankly, then the writers have shown themselves capable of. If you want a story of a bigot being redeemed in a way that respects the seriousness of bigotry, watch the other Avatar. Zuko is a masterclass in a proper redemption arc, and we shouldn’t take anything less in our stories. These topics are serious, and they shouldn’t be swept under the rug because you find the white man hot.