#Ye True Olden Days

[brightgnosis]

'TradWives are part of the leisure class" from Professor Neil

[greyias]

Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)

Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker

You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!

The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.

[jamesfalt]

i saw a post that made me so mad it sent me into a fury, i've since blocked that person but i think since i'm getting followers every now and then for this fandom it would be best if i make like a statement here.

i'm going to be vague so i don't end up in the search bc i'm not trying to cause shit i'm just housekeeping my own blog. this is about a certain recent yaoi game from the company who made my icon. shoudl be enough clue for what i'm talking about with that

i do not have the patience nor energy to get into the semantics of these thoughts bc i have so many thoughts about this game and how it chose to write these routes, but i think it's crazy to ship a csa victim with either the guy who raised him after the death of his abusive mother or the guy who groomed him in his teens

we're adults, we can block each other instead of start beef, which is why i'm going out of my way to avoid getting this to be picked up in searches. there will be no debate or "um actuallys" here.

have a great day 👍👍👍

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can you please do this but with Ruggie and Leona?

Courting Rituals w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Ruggie Bucci

Mating rituals for hyenas are very…tense

Females are aggressive and violent

For males there's a lot of submission and fear that goes into the mating process

Naturally he’s not supposed to be all that dominant when dating anyway

But you’re so clueless and totally unaware he might have to help you get the hint

There are three things male hyenas typically do

The cautious steps forward and cautious steps back

Spotted hyena males often do something of a nervous start toward the female before running back 

Kind of like a nervous jig that’s a sure fire sign of their intentions

Whether or not the females actually see it they do it

Which rings just as true for Ruggie 

“Oh wow, Ruggie your sharing with me?”

“Yeah don’t get to hung up on it. I’m just being a good senpai.�� No he’s not

Or when Ruggie unexpectedly shares some of his food with you

And right after that he doesn’t talk to you for the longest time

Those are his steps but you won’t notice

You’ve got so many friends 

He hates it really

Next is another round of testing the waters

Now this testing of the waters–or more accurately your boundaries

Starts with crossing his legs in front of you

Something he does casually while speaking to you 

Next is the scratching the ground in front of you

Again you just casually brush off the extra time he spends down there tying your shoe

But now that he’s tested the waters he can finally commence with his final act

Presenting and you accepting

Now this wasn’t the olden days unfortunately

Even without your proper knowledge flashing you wasn’t the right display

So he’d take something close to it 

“Ruggie I really appreciate you inviting me to come swimming with you.”

“Nishishishi it’s no problem! You scratch my back I’ll scratch yours.”

And scratch his you will since he’s wearing a tight speedo

And he purposely planned for this after all

Made sure grim and company we’re too busy 

And Leona away on some trip 

Now for your acceptance

Again he has to be slick you’re so far from a typical hyena beast woman 

You just don’t know that bending over and parting your legs is the ultimate sign

The go ahead he needs

“Hey (Y/n), I need your help with something! My goggles fell into this rabbit hole.”

“What why don’t you do it?”

“Heh? I thought you were nice!” 

“Fine fine. Just make sure I don’t fall in the ground looks pretty unstable.”

“But of course!"

He’s holding your waist tight as you  bend over

Its the way it will be from now on

Your his mate now 

And any violence he does in your name is completely justified 

Leona Kingscholar

Lion’s have very basic mating rituals 

That aren’t really worried heavily on being impressive or not 

Its snuffing out competition 

Yes, powerful roars and a large dark mane is just as alluring

But it means nothing if your intended mate is occupied

Like with another male or with a child of another

So that’s what Leona’s worried about

Worried about the way you so easily interrupt your time together to deal with Grim

“Sorry Leona, if I don’t go home now the rest of the night is going to be a nightmare!”

“Then why don’t you stay here, then.”

“Thanks but Grim gets fussy if I'm not there.”

The urge to revert to his ancestor’s behavior is strong

But he’d rather not deal with you fighting him so he’ll invest in making Grim a little ally speedbump

A few plates of gourmet fish and suddenly Grim is willing to mess up any other rivals of his 

And that pleases him….for awhile

But you still mention Grim when you two are talking or cuddling 

It makes him sick

So a deal with Azul or paid underhanded deal and suddenly Grim’s not your problem anymore

And when you come crying to him he’ll soothe you but he won’t feel remorseful

You won’t feel to bad if he gives you a cub or two of your own

[melbatron5000]

Aziraphale was going to propose

Another Tumblr blog noted that the first time Aziraphale hears anything about Crowley having a demonic replacement on Earth is when Shax tells him herself in the Bentley on the way home from Edinburgh. He doesn't know who she is, though Crowley mentions her name earlier in the season to him. So Aziraphale knows of her, but hasn't seen her or know exactly who she is or why she's on Earth. At least, not until that moment.

And what does Aziraphale do when he gets back? Immediately starts planning the ball.

Neil has said (edit: my bad! Neil REBLOGGED someone who said they had a theory that Aziraphale was going to confess his love to Crowley and threw the ball to do it. He did not confirm or deny anything. People were SAYING that Neil confirmed it, a reblog is not a confirmation. But it sure is interesting . . . ) that Aziraphale was going to throw out his own love confession at the ball if Hell hadn't attacked.

I suspect it's even a little more than that.

This is the first Aziraphale learns that Crowley isn't answering to Hell anymore. That apparently, Hell has backed right out of Crowley's life. From what Aziraphale can see, they're free. Both of them.

I don't think he planned the ball to ask Crowley to dance or to admit his love. Crowley knows.

I think Aziraphale meant to propose.

(Even with my edit above, I still suspect this is true. Crowley and Aziraphale have been an unspoken couple for centuries. In ye olden days -- when Jane Austen was writing -- people didn't date and then move in together and then get married, they found someone they liked and they PROPOSED.)

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

masterlist

Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

[captain039]

PART 9 Intertwined with a mortal

Ascended Vampire Duke!Astarion x human!reader

Slight alpha Duke!Wyll x reader

Bridgerton x Astarion 👍🏻

Warnings: Olden times, swearing, age gap, tension, slow burn, vampire Mates, vampire things, angst, sexual, harassment, bigger reader, fat shaming, 18+, angst, Astarions trauma, anxiety, depression, learning to touch and love, big dislike for children lmao, AOB, artist reader, manipulation, jealousy, feelings

Previous part <-

You'd rushed to bed and almost hid under the covers, gods help you. You silently screamed into your blanket as you kept it over your head and huffed.

“Little pup” you shot up like you did last night staring at the duke in front of you. The vampire in front of you.

“No, I will scream-“ you said as he stalked closer, but stopped at your words.

“I want to talk” he said eyes seeming to avoid yours.

“Yes, please do!” You snapped glaring at him.

“You bit me! You’re a-“ you stopped as he finally looked to you.

“A vampire” he finished and you nodded sharply.

“Exactly” you stated wondering why you weren’t screaming or even mad at him. You forced your face to show anger, but for some reason you didn’t feel it.

“How did I not see the signs” you groaned, two hundred years of confliction? Fangs? Red eyes?! Were you stupid?!

“Because I’m very good at hiding” he said and you huffed.

“Why am I not angry at you?!” You demanded and he smirked slightly before it quickly left.

“Because I wasn’t lying when I said you were my mate” he said and you froze a bit.

“A vampires mate? Gods, I’m going insane” you rested your head in your hands and sighed.

“You’re made for me, made to need me, made to be alright with this” he gestured to himself briefly.

“I’m not alright!” You said, but found it not fully being true.

“So what it’s magic?” You scoffed.

“More powerful” he said and you groaned quietly.

“So you just never spoke to me because of this? Led me on, then broke my heart?” You said and guilt filled his features.

“This is hard on me also” he growled.

“No, no it’s not because you had no issue rejecting me!” You snapped.

“Miss?” You froze at the knock on your door. The vampire suddenly atop of you hand on your mouth, eyes staring at you.

“Are you alright? I heard chatter?” The servant added as the vampire slowly moved his hand.

“I’m alright! Sorry I just lost something” you lied.

“Alright miss, did you need help?” She added.

“No! No thank you I found it” you said heart pounding in your chest.

“Very well, Goodnight Miss” she said.

“Night” you called and almost collapsed as her footsteps left.

“Get off” you weakly shoved at his chest finding it difficult to think with him atop you. He was straddling your legs, his coldness present, now you knew why. His scent filled your nose and you finally looked to him. Your body craved something, you didn’t know what as you looked to your hands against his chest. He wore formal day attire, strange for this time of night really.

“Omega” he muttered and you jolted stomach doing a flip as you looked to him.

“No, no” you mumbled sighing closing your eyes briefly. Lips pressed to yours and you felt yourself give in quickly to the new feeling. Your hands clenched his coat the best you could as you lied back down on your pillows and brought him with you. You whined softly as his hand cupped your neck and he tilted your head more, deepening the kiss. You opened your lips trying to breathe, but he took the opportunity to push his tongue past your lips and taste you. One of your hands moved to tangle in his hair, clenching the soft white curls. You pulled back panting harshly as air filled your lungs while his mouth went to your neck and kissed the mark he’d left. You tensed a bit, but the kisses were soft.

“I should have never of harmed you” he growled and you felt your body shudder.

“You looked starving” you mumbled as he continued to kiss your neck.

“I had a moment of weakness” he snapped lifting his head and for some reason his words hurt.

“I’m a weakness?” You asked and he frowned emotions swirling in his eyes. He just kissed you again not answering your question.

“I’ll see you tomorrow pup” he said climbing off the bed.

“I’ll be-“ he disappeared before you could say anything more.

“Out” you finished before a growl left your lips and you slammed a pillow over your face to groan.

You were annoyed when you awoke. The servants unfortunately catching your annoyance and leaving quickly. You were on edge, wanting more and wanting to smack his handsome face. He didn’t talk to you, you had no idea what was going on his mind. You went out despite his words going with your mum to the bakery and seamstress. You felt calmer after that and happier. As you entered your home you felt the air shift and glanced slightly into the dining room seeing the duke there talking to your father. You cursed silently before your mum saw him and smiled brightly and urged you in the room. The two men stood and you were forced to greet the duke by your mother.

“Duke Ancunin what a surprise” she gushed and you almost rolled your eyes.

“If I’d known you were visiting we wouldn’t have gone out” she chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She said to you.

“She didn’t know lady Y/L/n” Duke Ancunin said.

“Oh a surprise visit, how exciting” your mother chuckled.

“Well you two chat, I’ll go get some cakes and tea prepared” your mum said going to move before the duke spoke.

“Actually I require your attention” The duke said and she frowned as did you. What was he up too?

“Oh? Of course” your mother nodded nudging your arm slightly.

“Continue” you said and she huffed.

“I’ve come to ask for your daughters hand” Duke Ancunin said and your mouth hung open. Your mother looked surprised, but to excited and happy while your father smiled slightly.

“Oh this is wonderful news!” She didn’t question the duke and you glared at him.

“Oh a proposal” she hugged your arm as you stared at the duke. He held the same blank neutral stare he always did, you had no idea what he was thinking as he pulled out a ring. It was a silver banded ring with a Ruby a top it, two black gems either side of it down the band. He walked forward to you as you stared blankly now as he held your hand.

“No” you said making your family freeze.

“Darling” your mother chuckled nervously.

“No mother” you said sternly and she flinched slightly.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother” your father said frowning.

“A word, Duke Ancunin” you sneered grabbing his arm and tugging him into the hallway, Ignoring your calls. You slapped him harshly across the face the sound echoing off the walls. His red eyes flared slightly as he stared at you.

“You cannot treat me like this, you cannot ignore me, not talk to me, reject me! show me your darkest secret, come to me and expect me to marry you! I know nothing about you!” You spoke quietly, but your tone was filled with anger.

Astarion was surprised by your actions and words to your parents as you dragged him out. He wasn’t completely thinking properly, his mind was scrambled and he didn’t understand what was happening himself. When he came to your room last night it was out of pure selfishness, he needed to be near you again, and with the way your body reacted, you did too. He couldn’t keep doing this eventually you’d get caught and it would ruin you both, so he resorted to this, trapping you with him, gods he was stupid. Your slap came like a cold shard of ice against his cheek and his hunger grew out of anger before it died down instantly as you spoke. Your words were true you knew nothing about him, while he knew basic things about you, your favourite colour, favourite flower and food, how you enjoyed painting, your rides together where only you telling him about yourself and he liked it more than anything, but it wasn’t a one way conversation. Your face held anger, confusion you were trembling slightly, your usual sweet omega scent was sour.

“I don’t know what I’m doing” he whispered suddenly and you froze. You stared at him, fear, confliction and confusion in his face. His jaw was tightly clenched as he avoided your eyes.

“What do you mean?” You asked your anger slipping too quickly for your liking.

“I don’t know how to do this” he added as you still frowned shaking your head slightly, you didn’t understand.

“I don’t know how to love someone” his words barely reached your ear and you felt your heart shatter.

“I’ve never had a family, I don’t remember my family-“ you saw tears in his eyes and suddenly you hugged him. You tugged him down to you, hand going in his hair the other around his shoulder as he leant against your shoulder. He trembled in your hold and you hushed him. You held him tightly, what had happened to your mate?

Next part ->

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What do you think would it take Carlisle to put his foot down and say "okay charade is over, we're going to live in the woods for x years", outside of growing technological concerns (since draining a human like they're kool-aid won't do it)?

Anything that can't conceivably be forgotten and will be tied to them.

As the internet has taken off, this has become harder and harder as news travels very quickly and even internationally. In ye olden days, if Rosalie Hale is murdered in Rochester all the Cullens have to do is put enough distance between them and the city. Rosalie might make national headlines for a little bit, but it will be one story, with likely very few photos of Rosalie herself, that's easily forgotten with enough time in a place not connected to the community.

If it's truly something on a national level, then they could go abroad for a time or else return to society in a few years' time.

Now, though, you have weird podcasters who love true crime, news that can easily travel coast to coast, the ability to look up Dr. Cullen's professional photos on Google and see "gosh, has he aged at all in ten years?", more sophisticated forensics, it's getting harder and harder to disappear if needed.

It can be an accident that they can't cover up/blows up into a mystery or something as simple as "I can't erase my history on the internet".

If you're asking beyond that though, socially, it'd be the Cullens falling apart. However they go, it will be bad, and I don't see the human charade surviving it in that all parties would likely be disillusioned.

[transmutationisms]

ok the reason i think it's useful to compare astrology and psychology is because astrology DOES have a scientific basis and DOES stake its knowledge claims on scientific discourses and if you refuse to acknowledge that you're never going to have much cogent to say about why it's still around and why it's been so appealing for literally thousands of years despite being, also, not true or verifiable or falsifiable and despite having become increasingly openly essentialist over the past century and a half or so. historically the claim here (over-generalising) is that the cosmos and human bodies/fates are linked, not just sympathetically but usually as manifestations of a single underlying substance, as microcosm/macrocosm, as both being expressions of divine will/justice, etc etc. IF you think one or more of these things and specifically IF you ground your investigations of the natural world on one or more of these ideas, then it makes perfect sense actually to examine the motion of celestial bodies and to expect that to tell you something useful and predictive about humans. these were not irrational beliefs and they didn't come from nowhere. this idea that prior to the 17th century (or the renaissance, or wherever you try to shift the goalposts to) people were just ignorant or stupid or 'unscientific' does such a disservice to both historical actors and your own understanding of them. what we've seen in many strains of european scientific naturalism since about the turn of the nineteenth century is not 'becoming more scientific' but embracing very historically specific tenets that increasingly attempt to locate human agency and fate within our biology rather than our cosmological circumstances; this is something that plays into both the taxonomical social control project of psychology and the personality test nature of much recent astrology, along with the increasing predilection both have toward self-help. it is not a coincidence these developments occur atop developments in industrial capitalism, then fordism/taylorism, then neoliberalism including in its cyberspatial manifestations. discourses that position astrology as a pre-scientific, pre-modern holdover from ye olden days will always fail to interrogate these economic and superstructural changes and will never have anything satisfactory to say to or about astrology or other heterodox sciences.

[monstersdownthepath]

Ever feel like some deities' aligment don't really fit their descriptions, 'specially racial ones tied to 'monsters'? Like, Dretha want orcs to make strong children and fiercely protect what they have, and resents the male gods for being dicks. Nothing really evil, especially compared to other 'evil fertility goddesses' like Lamashtu and Shib-Niggurath. Feels like she's only not Chaotic Neutral because 'orcs bad'.

-----

Some, yes! However, the orc gods are kind of in a weird area in my consciousness due to the existence of the Hold of Belkzen, aka Orc Central. In canon Pathfinder lore, the Orcs of Belkzen (where the orcish pantheon reigns) are all warmongers hellbent on proving their tribe is the strongest, their leaders are the most powerful, their gods are the only ones worthy of worship! There is no room for softness, for care, for anything resembling true love in a society that prizes individual strength so immensely. Even Dretha, arguably the most gentle of the orc pantheon (in the same way being tazed is more gentle than being struck by lightning), is not immune to this; her nurturing care of young orcs comes at the cost of every other culture, society, and species the orcs come across, many of which she demands as sacrifices in exchange for healthy children... and note that she prizes strong and healthy orcs above anything else, with grim implications regarding orcs born in any other condition.

In a vacuum, "fight fiercely to defend what they have" is a statement that wouldn't be out of place in any Good god's portfolio, and even outside of a vacuum, this was a perfectly Neutral stance back in the olden days when the orcs were being forced from their home by the dwarves... but this is no more. The Hordes of Belkzen have grown, and they now conquer and take not only from each other, but from all their neighbors. "Fight fiercely to defend what they have" looks much less Neutral when they lay claim to everyone else's stuff in accordance with their perceived right as the strongest beings in the world, and see the simple existence of everything outside their tribe--even other orc tribes--as a threat to their belongings, their families, and their way of life.

... all this to say that, yes, she IS Chaotic Evil because the Belkzen Orcs are, by and large, Chaotic Evil. They brought their gods with them from the underground and the majority of them haven't changed for the better because of it; many of them are, in fact, worse now that there's a target for their wrath beyond one another. Even the orcs fighting to reform Belkzen into a proper nation instead of a shattered collection are some flavor of Evil. It takes a long, long time to undo thousands of generations of teachings, after all.

ALL OF THAT being said: if you have an orc character and want to treat her as CN, it's incredibly easy to do.

[dr3amofagame]

do i even wanna know what the 7y!wilbur au is

my tag for seven years AU is right here -- there's a lot that's been uh gatekept a little bit but it's an AU i have with bubbles @judgehangman that's well . it's funny it's fucked up it's canon a little bit to the left but also upside down. feel free to ask me abt it any time tho i am ALWAYS always down to talk about AUs always they just run around in my head all day

here's a post outlining the timeline of major events -- it's a bit scuffed, i did the math really quickly, but it gets the job done. and here's an ask bubbles answered about the original situation that created this whole thing in the first place.

the tl;dr of the 7y AU has a lot to do with the stupid nonsense that is traditional for this fandom. Basically, based on something cc!wilbur said about how he originally envisioned the ages of different characters in L'manburg way back in ye olden days of uhh honestly i forget--2021, i think, cc!Wilbur had commented on how in his original envisonment of L'manburg, c!Wilbur was in his early 30s, c!Fundy was 14, and c!Tommy and c!Tubbo were both around 20. Of course, the fandom being the fandom, they took the math of "c!Fundy is 14" to backdate c!Tommy as being nine during the L'manburg war of independence, and this was naturally used to create all sorts of c!tommy angst yadayadayada (while somehow everyone managed to forget that uh if this timeline holds true then ? it would also apply to the rest of the characters that Aren't L'manburg????)

it turned into this thing where people would say "tommy was NINE in the l'manburg revolution and he was BRUTALLY SLAUGHTERED by dream smp the TRAUMA" etc and that in itself led to "tommy was nine" being a bit of a meme. of course, being the way that i am, i started down a rabbit hole of taking "tommy was nine" to its logical extreme--and you know, sooner or later bubbles and i ended up with this monstrosity and its like five branching alternate timelines, awesome

the basic premise of the AU is very, very simple. tommy was nine during the revolution, dream was 14, wilbur was 25. the events on the dream smp that take place between wilbur's joining the server and creating the drug van to november 16th, a space of a few months irl, all end up being spread out over seven years of time in this AU--hence its name. bc of the nature of its creation it's an AU with an interesting relationship with both fanon and canon, playing off of and taking elements from both in interesting ways. and also there's c!dreambur.

it's fun :)

[brightgnosis]

“Wow, ‘tomato clam juice cocktail’. What a weird 50′s recipe! They ate some really gross things in their day”

Meanwhile my uncle (a white trash redneck transplant to Oklahoma, originally from Washington): Literally still drinks clamato beer daily in 2023 and has for as long as I can remember, ever since I was a literal child.

Also: Bloody Mary’s are still popular, and are barely just one step removed from them ... There are, in fact, even clamato versions that do exist and are still incredibly popular in some regions!

This is why I absolutely hate people like B. Dylan Hollis who make it an entire point of their whole personality and schtick to shit on Vintage Recipes — and that whole trend in general. Especially since it's most frequently being done by privileged people specifically to recipes belonging to minorities and the severely impoverished.

It's also why I'm always telling people that Vintage cooking is not actually all that weird at all- or, at least, isn't actually any weirder than things we still eat today ... As with all things in both life and history: You just need the actual historical context in order to understand food trends properly.

ETA: Don't @ me with Hollis apologetics because "well he eats everything he makes". Ultimately that's not really the point, it's missing the point entirely, because eating it and making fun of it are two very different things (I can't believe I even have to explain that). So is getting upset whenever it actually tastes good because you expected (and actively wanted) it to be bad- because your schtick actively hinges on old food being "bad" or "weird" or "backwards" compared to modern food.

Also do not @ me with a "well have you told him about this context yourself to see if it changes his behavior?", either. Because yes. I have actually told people like this many times. However? It's ultimately not my job to educate others on this stuff in the first place. Largely I am not a food or history educator. This is a hobby and an interest for me- not my day job. It is not my responsibility to educate people.

But furthermore- and most importantly: I shouldn't have to educate people like Hollis (and the hundreds of others who do this; he's far from the only one, only the most popular currently) on something which they should be reasonably be educating themselves on. Especially not when the historical context is something they will naturally come across anyways whenever uncovering these materials to begin with. Because you literally cannot divorce things like food and fashion from their sociopolitical, economic, and other historical contexts. It's impossible to do.

Like ... Listen ... I have been doing early 20th century fashion and food and domestic history for nearly my entire life at this point. This is not new to me at all, and I am not a stranger to this. I literally run an entire blog that's dedicated to correcting misinformation about the early to mid 20th century in some facet, hilariously enough. And something I know for certain, beyond a shadow of any doubt, from doing this for as long as I have? Is that you cannot pick up or look for materials on these subjects without inherently running into some element of their appropriate historical contexts (how do you think I got into it, y'all) ... Historical contexts that should make any reasonable person who cares stop and think "hmm" for two seconds. But they don't because they don't care.

It's very rare that educating any one of them suddenly makes them start caring because caring literally ruins the entire schtick. And that schtick hinges on the fact that we are socially conditioned to think of making fun of the past (but especially the 1900's to 1950's) as "weird" and "backward", as acceptable and even outright encouraged, regardless of the historical context. And the kind of people who get into that kind of an act are not the kinds of people who care about historical context, historical integrity, ancestral compassion, or any of the other concepts. What they do care about are the laughs they can get at the expense of our ancestors (many of whom are still living) and what they frequently had to make do with, or proprietarily innovated.

I will delete your comments and block you.

ETA 2: Yelling at me to "let people have fun", calling me a "pretentious gatekeeper" and saying "who cares about the historical context, it doesn't matter", before finishing your ignorant tirade off with "I don't care if you delete my comment and block me" doesn't make you a white knight or mean you win any kind of a fight. It just confirms you as one of the exact idiots I was talking about.

No one is stopping anyone from "having fun", here. I literally do have fun making vintage recipes all the time, and have an entire collection of vintage cookbooks, and I enjoy hosting vintage themed holiday parties all year (which I put a lot of research and dedication into every time); I even shop and wear mostly vintage clothing and jewelry, lol ... There are plenty of ways to respectfully "have fun" in the vintage world, with vintage things (or, further than that, in the antique world, with Antique things). It's not actually difficult. The difference is called actually having a little respect for people and their lived histories and experiences.

If your idea of "having fun" includes actively making fun of the food and clothing, histories and life experiences (etc) of the poor and impoverished, sometimes disabled, often people of color- and that bare basic historical context absolutely doesn't matter to you on any level, to the point that even remotely pointing it out is "pretentious gatekeeping" in your eyes? You need to actively check your abelism, classism, and racism, seek some fucking counseling, and learn to be an actual goddamned Human Being.

[the-badger-mole]

The Romance is Dead

I've always had an issue with Romeo and Juliet as a love story. Don't get me wrong, I love a good "starcrossed lovers" romance as much as the next obsessive fangirl, but R&J never really made sense to me as a romance. The more I learn about the story, the more I realize, duh! Of course it's not a great romance story. it's a tragedy. It's right there in the title, Badger! I know, and smarter people than me have pointed all of this out already, but for my entire life every treatment of this story has been presented as if it were the height of romance. Especially if it's a reinterpretation. Most retellings of the story miss the point, though. By a lot. A LOT.

Here's the thing...Juliet was really young. She was 13. That went over my head for a long time, but the mention of her age in the play was deliberate. Shakespeare makes it a point to tell us, the audience, how young Juliet is, which I don't believe he does for characters in his other plays (but don't quote me). In fact, I think Juliet is the only one given a specific age in this play. Juliet's father says in the play that he thinks she's too young to marry and thinks she should at least get a say in who she marries (at least until Tybalt dies and he decides that marrying a man twice her age is the cure to her grief. The crap???). Juliet's nurse has a whole monologue about Juliet's age.

The reason I think this went over my head for so long is that I didn't have the historical context. None of my literature or theater classes spent much, if any time on the historical context of Shakespeare's plays, and I'm just now starting to realize how much that has affected how I, and I guess the average Hollywood writer understand the story. There's this idea that people- girls, mostly- were married extremely young all the time in Ye Olden Days of Yore. What I learned years too late for it to make a difference to my grade is while it was legal for girls around that time to be married as young as 12, it wasn't as common as we modern day people seem to think (or in the case of several states, as common as they hoped). Which is why when Juliet's mother comes to talk to her about the marriage proposal Paris (who was probably at least 25, based on his being Italian) presented to Lord Capulet, Juliet says she hasn't even thought about getting married.

The people Shakespeare actually wrote the story for would have had all that extra context and would have understood why Shakespeare took extra special care to make sure they knew exactly how old Juliet was. They would have had the context to really grasp the tragedy of Juliet's story (and it is now clear to me that this was very much Juliet's story). Me, a sap who grew up with romantic retellings, and the Claire Danes version of the original play, didn't have all that context when it mattered, so now that I do have the context, I want to make it everyone's problem share what I've learned with you, my friends. If you're still in school, and they still aren't giving deeper historical context behind this particular play, just know, Romeo and Juliet isn't a romantic story of true love. If this story wasn't a tragedy, Juliet probably wouldn't have married Romeo at all.

[thetruearchmagos]

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday!

In your world, who does most of the healing?  (Trained physicians, magic users, whoever is around, religious figures, etc.)

Hello there, and thanks for the Ask! Hope you enjoy the answer!

In short, and sticking to the civilian field of the United Commonwealth, 'physicians, trained in the use of Magic'.

Back in Ye Olden Days, the practice of medicine and healthcare within the societies that now make up the UC was incredibly varied and universally underregulated. The laissez-faire approach the Commonwealth traditionally takes to most matters held true in this one, and the specific methods, institutions, and general quality of care one received could vary wildly.

Eventually, the decision was made to adopt a centralised system of 'state healthcare', which in true Commission of the UC fashion entailed the banning of nearly all private systems of healthcare and the creation of a vastly expanded Directorate General of Health. While this particular system succeeded in increasing access to high quality care to the lowest strata of the population, this one-size-fits-all institution would become notorious for its inability to modernise and flat refusal to incorporate the 'unorthodox' but often useful practices of the 'antiquated' systems it had replaced and crushed.

In its modern incarnation, healthcare in the United Commonwealth is still leagues better than any you'd find anywhere else in the 12 Worlds. After decades of political back-and-forths, it's since shifted more into a mixed private-public system, allowing for private practices to do as they wish while maintaining the ability to care for those who can't afford private care, respond to emerging healthcare crises, and to operate important public services such as ambulances and first responders.

Tagging @athenswrites @theprissythumbelina @caxycreations @nerdexer @hessdalen-globe

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Darling Who Beats Their Yandere at Yandering 

As a darling too many times have you been abducted, manipulated, blackmailed by your yandere. Well, how would they like it if they had to go through everything you go through? 

“So How do you like it huh? Do you like how I tied you up and gagged you? No? Well too bad it's what I went through! How do you feel not being able to do anything, huh? To have your freedom stripped away?” 

Whether you’ve been a good darling for a long time now or narrowly had escaped their attempts to have you. 

“Oh~ I love it! Keep going, baby! Tie me! Gag me! Baby, please do what you want~!” 

André Mortesque both pre-househusband era and after dude’s obsessed with you up and down. Punch him, kick him, kiss him, kill him for all he cares; the very air you breathe is sacred to him. If he has to kidnap you at any time it doesn’t really break his obsessive love for you. Your tied or he’s tied or you both are just naked in bed he loves it all.

“Go ahead baby~! A-actually i-if y-your doing what I did can you get my aphrodisiac pills from my bedside table!” 

“Hehehe love bug…okay…I get it.”

Morgan Jox pre-househusband era is put in his place. He’s tucking his non-existent tail between his legs. He really did plan to scoop up your unconscious body and lightly tie it to a bed. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad or trapped. He’ll sob and cry for your forgiveness after all he just wants to protect and love you the most. But househusband Morgan has a different reaction altogether if you are able to tie down this himbo hunk of muscle in the first place he’s tilting his head, in confusion. “But that’s all just minor in the shadow of our love.” He’s a hopeless romantic who doesn’t mind the journey rather than the destination. He thought by now you would have understood that…maybe the journey for your love hasn’t quite reached its destination.

“Lovebug, maybe you should spend some more time in the ropes then after we can both talk about how we feel. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Well isn’t this a familiar position? Tell me, darling, are we reverting back to our…hehehe…old ways?”

Wezley is an enigma to most and it's probably best it stays that way. After all, it is the reason why he’s agreed to be a househusband in the first place. But long before all that you’ve replayed this scenario with him. This time it's with rope but one time it could have been electric chords or steel chains. As well as who’s within those binds in the first place. You can say he’s simply ecstatic he’s getting a taste of your original rodeo. He gets bored of the home life

“Ah my (Y/n)! Shall we do the other thing we used to do?”

“Well yes but this means something completely different when you know how to get out.”

Michael Froth your dear eldest brother knows how to tie a good knot and how to undo them. He’s your wretched mother’s favorite child(after you) after all having taken all of her worst traits. He sees now. You’re frustrated, huh? Then the color therapy must not be working then. No matter, he has a contingency plan I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better once he starts that routine with the sleeping meds. He’ll enjoy it when you drunkenly let him rock you to sleep, like in the olden days.

“That’s fine (Y/n). I understand where you’re coming from but this charade has been fun. Time to sleep.”

“So unfair (Y/n)! You’ve put me in this horrible situation! All because you don’t think.

Rue, the roommate turned villain, is amused but he doesn’t appreciate you switching roles. He’s already felt helpless before, helpless when you refused him for who he is, helpless when you didn’t support him in his true occupation. You made him feel absolutely trapped when you almost died; now this! It’s simply unfair! Now its only right he give you one of his special punishments! He’ll make sure you’ll be forgetting your own name by the end of it.

“Ah darling I’ve decided I’ll be picking your punishment tonight and I promise I won’t go easy!”

[bella-goths-wife]

Meanwhile with the Emerson’s

“Michael sweetie, be careful with those boxes” lucy shouted as the young boy from her car as she saw the boy drop her box full of picture frames hazardously.

“Sure mom “ Michael yelled back before over exaggeratedly rolling his eyes at his younger brother who lets out a laugh.

Neither sam nor Michael were happy about the move. Michael already missed his friends and his old life and sam missed his local comic book shops.

They were both going through it because of their parents divorce which was quickly followed by financial trouble on their mothers side, everything stressed them out lately.

They had been unpacking for 3 straight days and frankly they no longer cared to be careful. After being crammed by their grandpa about the rules and listening to him complain, they were completely drained.

They opened the door to unexpectedly find their grandpa sitting across from another older man who looked to be a similar if not older age to their grandpa. The man and their grandpa laughed loudly at some story about the olden days before noticing the two boys staring from the front door.

“Sam, Michael… you remember my old friend Paul” their grandpa stated as the boys racked their brains to remember the man

“I can’t say we do sorry” Michael answered after the silence became too awkward

“It’s fine boy, you were only young when we last saw each other” the man, Paul, reassured “your mother and my daughter were good friends and you and my granddaughter were good friends when you were younger”

“Oh I see” Michael answered politely before excusing himself and sam to finish packing.

Lucy rushed through the front door and spotted Paul before greeting him with a hug.

“Oh Paul it’s been so long” lucy exclaimed “how are you doing”

“Well for my age” Paul answered with a kind smile “your looking well dear”

“Oh Paul you flatter me” lucy gushed “what are you doing here”

“Just here for my weekly catch-up with the old grump, he can get a bit lonely without me y’know” Paul laughed out and Lucy joined in.

“Does Katie still live in the area? I’d love a catch up with her” lucy asked

The room fell silent as an unspoken tension entered. Paul looked down sadly before shaking his head to get out of his thoughts.

“I’m afraid I haven’t seen Katie for a while now” Paul said vaguely

“Oh I never expected her to move away” lucy exclaims surprised

“No, no one did” Paul said while having a far away look in his eyes “we’ll I better be off then, it was lovely to see you again lucy”

Paul rushed off through the door as the three looked for an explanation.

“What’s up with him grandpa?” Sam asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“He’s had a hard few years, Katie didn’t move away, she went missing” their grandpa explained “after 3 years of searching they pronounced her dead, poor guy still can’t accept it”

“What about her daughter, does she live with Paul?” Lucy asked curiously

“No she also went missing along with Katie and hasn’t been spotted since” grandpa sighed “Paul didn’t handle it well, you know how much he adored the kid”

“How awful” lucy sighs “what a shame, Katie was a wonderful person. Not a mean bone in her body”

“Very true” grandpa confirmed “Michael used to be quite good friends with Katie’s little girl if I can remember correctly”

“Was I?” Michael asked curiously

“Yes, I’m surprised you don’t remember her” lucy explained “she used to follow you around like a lost puppy”

“I can’t seem to remember” Micheal thinks for a moment “what was her name?”

“She was called (y/n)” lucy answered