#anon this isn’t on you btw none of this is directed at you

[mxrp-haters]

“you can tell you’d be not interested in roleplaying with someone by which character they play, so insta-dcing is fine” THE FILTERS! you can filter out characters! it’s ALREADY in the rules of the site that you should! people aren’t telling you you have to rp with every single weird modifier and unlisted fandom OC you see they’re telling you not to go “hmm, well i hate everybody but damara, but i’m too lazy to take a single minute to click the checkbox that makes it so i only get damara so i’m just going to sit here for three hours disconnecting on everybody i come across in the first second unless they’re damara” THAT is what insta-dcing is, it’s not disconnecting on “genderbent!five times your size!insect!having a panic attack![character you want]” and it’s annoying that it feels like over half of the site does it. as someone who has NEVER modified from the base character in any way, it takes me like an hour sometimes to get an RP because every single person insta-dc’s - is spending more time clicking the back button and looking at the loading screen than actually roleplaying on the roleplaying site rly not something you think people can annoyed about at all? i honestly cant wrap my head around your position..?? it’s worse for everybody not to use your filters and it’s been in the rules for a good while, the mods just can’t effectively enforce it manually because SO many people break it :(

I’m not in the homestuck tags at all dude. I’m in the anon/other tag, it’s impossible for me to predict and blacklist almost anything at all (it’s the wild west out there). It’s sort of unavoidable, there’s only ever about 40 people in the search function at a time right now. Maybe like 60 max.

Guess I should have specified that I don’t use any of the fandom presets. I have to rely on the keyword filter function, which only gets me so far. Users are always full of surprises and you find something new to add to that list every day.

I think the issue should be called ‘misuse of filtering’ instead of ‘instantly disconnecting’ if the lack of filter usage is the problem you’re talking about. I’m talking about entering a chat and instantly leaving the chat.

[athyathye]

i saw another anon ask this but can you do a part 2 of the tamaki reader now that your requests are open. (btw rlly love your works <3)

Part 2 of the first tamaki reader

(Mikey and Mitsuya)

Warnings ⚠️: none really.

Author's note : I'm real sleepy rn lol good night every one!

Dating Tamaki reader

Mikey :

Once you had started dating Mikey, you spent more time around with them. Juggling your academics, the host club and your free time was as easy as eating cake for you after all.

You had broadened your friend group, social knowledge and many more after becoming friends with the gang and dating their leader.

Though you guys kept your relationship lowkey, after all, He was a leader of a gang, and you were a possible heiress to the famous Suoh family.

It wasn’t just your social knowledge that got more well-rounded, seeing the injustices around you caused you to be more willing to fight for what was right.

Though you may take it a little too far sometimes, by that I mean acting exactly like Takemitchy.

“Getting wet isn’t going to do any harm, is it? People always say I’m dripping with good looks after all” You spoke to the group of girls you were assisting in finding a girl’s lost wallet that was apparently in a nearby fountain..

“Oh! Might this be...what you’re looking for?” You announced, holding up a beige-colored wallet with a wink and a smile that could  no doubt charm all the people present.

You walked towards them, seeing as though they were only staring at you with a face that could be described as flustered.

“You haven’t fallen for me have you-” “I have.” An unfamiliar voice behind you spoke.

You turned around to see a bunch of teenages who looked to be your age, but they also looked like they meant trouble.

“Oh? I’m flattered, but I’d have to decline.” You walked towards the end to grab ahold of the struggling girls, getting out as slowly and carefully as you could with assisting them as well.

But before you and the others could leave the scene, you were blocked by those raunchy looking men.

“And where do you think you’re going girly?” They said with a grin that could make one hiver in disgust.

“This is not how a gentleman acts. Such repulsive actions should be condemned” You spoke to the group.

“Oya~ Seems like we’ve got a real brat here fellas” One of them chuckled as he then grabbed ahold of your wrist.

“Should I beat that outta ya’?” He said menacingly as he neared his face to yours in an attempt to scare you.

You scoffed at them, planning to shout at the girls huddling behind you so you could deal with this yourself.

Though before you could, a voice called out to you. Then came the members of Toman, your friends whom you could always count on.

You watched as they beat the living crap out of those creepy bunch as you noticed Mikey walking towards you with a stiff face.

“Are you one of us?” He said with a low voice making you glance at him with confusion before he wrapped his hand on your forearms.

“How could you think that you, by yourself, could handle those b*stards” He spoke threateningly as the place went silent.

“I was just here- I didn’t have any time to think about anything and-” “Well think about it then you idiot! You’re not like us.” He interrupted you as he shouted those words which cut a deep wound.

You looked him directly in the eyes, “I apologize for making you come after me...But I can’t understand any other reason you’d be mad at me, I haven’t done anything wrong!”

Which made Mikey glance at you with his dead and empty eyes that you always wanted to fill with color. “You haven’t huh? Then you go right ahead.” He exited the scene with the Toman members slowly following him one by one as they glanced at you with sorry expressions.

Which made you stay still for a few seconds, before your mind started to clear and what was left was anger.

You ran to where they were, hoping you could reach them in time as you shouted at them but your words were directed at Mikey.

“I am not going to let you disrespect me!” You pointed a finger at them. “Sooo~ Put this brat in isolation!” You shouted dramatically as your servants near your car had gotten a metal cage and trapped Mikey.

You have your servants to thank for that….though why’d you make them carry a metal cage…

“Hey what the-” Mikey said in disbelief as Toman watched, not being able to do anything as they got surrounded by people wearing black suits behind them.

“Well you may be a brat but you’re still my boyfriend.” You put your hand on your chin as you thought of something diabolical which was obvious as you had that kind of look on your face.

“So it is your job! As a gentleman to appease me!” Your cheeks touching the back of your hand as you held the bars in front of you.

“So what’s it going to be?”

Mitsuya :

Babysitting his younger sisters wasn't something new, in fact you took care of them so much that other people thought you guys were a family, pertaining to the idea of Mitsuya being the father, you as his wife and the mother of two children; Mana and Luna.

And while amusing, it was definitely wrong.

“Like I said, Just bend your knees with one foot in front of the other like so” You presented the younger girls with a curtsy, looking as graceful as ever while Mitsuya watched.

It was always fun for him to see you acting like your usual self around his siblings, and it was cute to Mitsuya to watch them follow you like little ducklings.

He smiled at the clumsy attempts of his younger sisters, one that would always make you burst into tears from how ‘cute’ they were.

There were times where he’d leave you alone with them, not entirely trusting you but you had lots of maids supervising so he had no hesitations in letting you watch over them.

This particular day, he had a fight appointment with Toman that would probably take them until midnight.

So of course you jumped on the chance to have a sleepover with those mini-Mitsuyas.

He was dropping them off, telling them what they should remember and telling you the rules as well like the childish person you were.

You saw Mana sway a little which made you confused.

“Mitsuya, little Mana looks a bit unwell” You spoke as you glanced at her face, her eyes closing slowly and unstable-y.

“She’s fine, it's almost time for her bed time.” He brushed off as he patted her head, decked out in his usual Toman uniform as he then planted a kiss to your cheek.

“Make sure you take care of them, yeah? I’ll be back before 1 am.” he glanced at the clock in front of you as he readied to leave.

You huffed, taking offense at his words. “You know very well how nicely I treat them! I wouldn’t even let a single ant enter their sight!” You said as you dramatically looked around to prove your point.

Which made Mitsuya smile but sigh at the same time, “I know, you treat them better than me.” He put his hand on his waist as he glanced at you from behind.

“I’ll go now, you guys have fun.” was the last thing he said as he walked out of your home ehem mansion ehem.

“Well then” you glanced at the two sleepy girls, though you felt a gut feeling, worriedly glancing at Mana who was holding Luna’s hand tightly.

Both girls were silent as they glanced at you with sleepy eyes, which was just so cute-

Anyways, you decided to get them to bed seeing as though it was already 8 pm and children need to sleep early.

You brushed off your worries for now as you led them to your room, your servants carrying both girls.

“Sleep well cuties~” You cooed as you kissed their forehead.

That was when you realized, Mana was burning up.

She looked pale as she closed her eyes, now taking rather deep breaths as she held your hand.

You were alarmed, this was certainly not normal. You stood up immediately to call for your maids, rushing them to bring you a damp towel as well as to call the family doctor.

You also made them call Kyoya to reserve a room immediately if ever things didn’t look well.

You glanced at the rushing maids, doing their best to make Mana comfortable as Luna looked at you with tear-filled eyes.

“Oh no no sweetie! It’s ok!” you reassured her before she started crying, she didn’t need to feel stressed especially at this time.

You bent down to carry her, as you instructed one of your maids to ready 2 cars.

When the doctor announced that she needed hospital care, you wasted no time in loading both of them and a few maids to a rather spacious car, directing them to the Ootori family hospital.

While you took the other and directed them to the place where Mitsuya and his gang should be.

You worriedly looked outside, your nerves not even calming the slightest bit as you urged your driver to hurry.

Once you had arrived you opened the door yourself, not sparing a glance to the others as you rushed towards the sounds of groans and fighting.

You definitely looked out of place, with your luxurious looking attire that you called a  night dress paired with an out-of-breath but still regal figure.

Glancing around in a hurry to spot Mitsuya.

Then you heard a shout.

“Y/n?! What-” “Mana’s on their way to the hospital!” you shouted at him before he could continue.

Making him glance at you with wide eyes as he hurriedly knocked out the person he was currently fighting.

He hurriedly ran to you before he took off his jacket, draping it across your figure. His gaze was already asking what was wrong.

“She- she was burning up when I tucked her, and then I had the family doctor check on her. They’re on their way right now so I came to get you.” you hurriedly explained as you held his wrist.

Though he looked at you before glancing at Mikey with distressed eyes. The leader, feeling 2 pairs of eyes on him, looked around.

Seeing both of your tense figures he didn’t need to figure things out as he simply nodded.

To which both you and Mitsuya ran.

“F*ck it’s my fault isn’t it-” “Don't say that, you didn’t see this coming. Just hope she’ll be ok instead.”

[lostinthewiind]

Can I request a Tsukishima Kei x reader where they make up after an argument please 💜 also are there any prompt lists that you like and we can look through? If no, that’s cool too!

Make-Ups Instead of Break-Ups

A/N: I’ve never really used any prompt lists before, so I don’t have any ones in particular that I can direct you to, unfortunately. However, I’ll write pretty much anything so if you find a prompt from some random list and want me to write it, just send it my way! If anyone is unsure, just shoot me a private message or an anon ask and I’ll try my best to answer ASAP! (Btw, thanks for requesting! Tsukki is one of my fav Haikyuu characters and I just LOVE writing for him)

Characters: Tsukishima Kei

Rating: PG

Warnings: some arguing, in case that isn’t your jam, but other than that it’s pretty family-friendly 

Biting your tongue, you drew in a few deep breaths from your nose, trying your hardest not to let any of the harsh words that you’d surely regret later spring forth from your mouth. 

Across from you, standing with his arms crossed and an irritatingly smug look plastered across his face, Tsukki waited for you to either give in to your anger or storm off; those were the only two ways you knew how to handle arguments with him, even though neither one of them ever seemed to do you any good.

Even though this disagreement had sprouted from something as simple as Tsukki being late without sending you a courtesy text or call to let you know, your current boiling blood originated more from the series of things you had been bottling up inside for the past month or so.

At first, you had thought it was nothing more than a run-of-the-mill rough patch, but as time went on and things gradually got worse, you actually started to believe that your relationship had run its course. Ignored texts, missed phone calls, dry conversations, and the like had you ready to burst at the seam, and today, that seam had finally gave way.

“I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to be considerate,” you said in an attempt to remain composed but still convey how you were really feeling. You knew that if you never brought up the issues, Tsukki wouldn’t either, and then things would just be left to simmer and eventually, boil over. So, the confrontation was left up to you.

“Practice ran long.” He huffed. “I don’t know what you expect me to do about that.”

You shook your head, your irritation growing as he seemingly refused to acknowledge the point you were trying to make. “I never said I was mad about practice running long. I understand that things happen. What I’m trying to tell you is that it would be nice for you to let me know so that I’m not standing around waiting for thirty minutes, thinking you stood me up.”

“I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.” He threw his hands into the air for effect.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a big deal because if you had told me you were running late instead of just leaving me in the dark, we wouldn’t be arguing right now.”

“We wouldn’t be arguing right now if you didn’t insisit on overreacting about every little thing.”

And there it was. The words that finally pushed you over the edge. The breaking point. 

“Do you even want to be with me anymore?!” you shouted, definitely louder than you had intended. “Because it certainly doesn’t seem like it, and if that’s the case then please just be honest with me because I can’t keep doing this.”

For the first time since you had met him, Tsukki was speechless. No snarky remark, no annoying facial expression, no nonchalant shrug. Nothing. The tall blonde boy was completely taken aback by your sudden outburst.

This time, it was your turn to cross your arms over your chest and wait for a response. When none came, you scoffed.

“You don’t even care enough to say something when I’m talking about breaking up?” You were actually shocked. Sure, Tsukki was bad with emotions on the best of days, but this was a whole new low that you hadn’t been expecting. “Nothing?”

You watched the anger wash away from your boyfriend’s face, his shoulders slumping and his eyes softening. But still, he didn’t say a word; because he didn’t want to or he didn’t know what to say, you weren’t sure . . . but in that moment, his silence spoke volumes.

“Then I guess that’s it.” The words physically hurt to say, but you knew it needed to be done. 

Then, without warning, Tsukki turned and walked out of your room. You felt your heart shred to pieces as you watched his retreating figure, and when he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight, your stomach began to twist itself into tight, uncomfortable knots. 

You waited until you heard the front door open and close before you allowed yourself to cry, but it never happened. When you heard the faint sound of rummaging in the other room, your curiosity got the better of you. Slowly, you ventured into the living room where Tsukki had dropped his volleyball bag upon arriving. Leaning against the wall, you watched him dig through the bag frantically. 

“What are you doing?” you asked. Completely dumbfounded at the way he seemed totally unaffected by your words.

Finally, he stilled, his hand clamped around whatever it was he had been looking for. You watched his chest rise and fall as he drew in deep breaths, and when he turned to face you, you were surprised to see tears in his eyes.

Standing to his full height, which towered above you, he approached you carefully, almost like you were a stray dog, and he held out a small, wrapped box toward you. 

Your eyes shifted from him to the box, unsure of what was happening.

“This is for you,” he said, and when you still looked puzzled, he elaborated. “For your birthday next month. I didn’t know what to get you, so I’ve been asking the guys for help . . . which was probably a horrible idea, now that I think about it. Practice didn’t run late today. I was picking this up. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to be late.”

Suddenly, you felt like the biggest idiot in the entire world. Even though you felt like you didn’t deserve any sort of gift at all, you took the box from Tsukki’s hand because every second that you didn’t, he looked more and more worried you were going to completely reject him.

“What about all the other times?” you inquired, hoping he had an explanations for that as well. “You’ve been so distant.”

“Yeah . . . I was hoping you hadn’t noticed any of that. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do for your birthday without being too obvious about it and I think I got a little too inside my own head.” He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I was worried if I opened my mouth, I would let something slip. I felt like I was going to be like Hinata and just say whatever I was thinking . . . it was a horrible feeling.”

You chuckled softly at that. “Why didn’t you just ask me what I wanted for my birthday? Seems that would have saved us a lot of trouble.”

“Nishinoya said girls like to be surprised,” he answered. “Apparently it’s more . . . romantic.”

You quirked an eyebrow up at him and smirked. “And you listened to him?”

He hung his head. “Not my proudest moment.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me all of this before? Why wait until I was ready to end it all?”

Tsukki shrugged. “. . . stubborn . . .” he muttered, barely even audible. 

“What was that?” You leaned in closer.

“I’m stubborn!” He admitted, the tears gone from his eyes now and his expression one of humiliated acknowledgement. “I’m a hard-headed jerk who messed up!”

You smiled warmly before handing the box back to Tsukki. His eyes widened at the gesture, convinced you were rejecting him and the gift. 

“Give it to me on my actual birthday,” you told him before he could spiral too much. “And next time, just talk to me instead of being all shady.”

Tsukki’s mood lifted as he took the box back into his hands once again. “Does this mean . . .?” His eyes were filled with hope; a wondrous look that you rarely saw on his face. You almost wanted to pull out your phone and take a photo.

“Since you came prepared with a gift and a solid explanation, I forgive you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tight. “But if you ever go silent on me again or forget to tell me when you’re running late, I will shove my foot so far up-”

Tsukki quickly hugged you back, pressing your face into his t-shirt and promptly shushing you before you could get the rest of your threat out. “I promise I’ll do better,” he whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “And I promise I’ll never listen to the guys ever again.”

[multimilfs]

The Weird Sisters x Fem!Reader: Step by Step

Summary: Anon requested “Hey can you do another weird sister x fem reader where the sisters find out reader hasn't been eat ? I love the other one you did with btw !! 💜”

A/N: I really hope you like it, anon! I’m not entirely familiar with issues of this nature, so I did my best to make it as sweet as I could. 💖

Tag List: @multifandomfix​ @ghostsunderstoodmysoul​

Warning(s): References of Disordered Eating 

The first thing you noticed when waking up, was that a blinding ray of sunshine was aimed right in your eyes. The second, your bed felt suspiciously empty of your three favorite witches.

Turning away from the sunlight, you cracked your eyes open to look around the room. Agatha, Prudence, and Dorcas were sitting around a desk, talking and laughing as they poked fun at one another.

You watched them silently for a while, enjoying seeing them so happy. Things had been so stressful lately, you hated seeing them upset.

Out of habit, Prudence’s eyes flicked to you for a moment. Then they sparkled as she realized you were awake, a smile pulling at her mouth.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Prudence said sweetly.

“Morning.” You said, giving her a small smile.

Before you could move over to them, they had rushed over to sit around you, including you in their antics. You didn’t even have to sit up. It made you feel warm, being surrounded completely by the witches you loved.

You noticed the breakfast they were eating and your stomach growled. Dorcas was talking too loudly for them to hear it, but it made you feel slightly ill. If it became obnoxious, your girlfriends would catch on and bother you about eating. Then it would throw off your entire schedule.

Agatha saw you eyeing her meal and held out a spoon to you. You shook your head quickly, nearly too quickly. A sad frown spread on her face, but she didn’t push the issue any further. Prudence did where Agatha didn’t.

“Are you not hungry, darling?” Prudence asked curiously, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“Not yet.” You shrugged and gave her what you hoped was a carefree smile.

“At least eat dinner with us then.” Dorcas suggested with a bright tone. Her smile was a little too wide, which was likely due to the sugar-saturated cereal in her bowl.

As you realized what she said though, you felt ice cold panic hit you. You didn’t want to tip any of them off to what was going wrong. Of course you knew that it was harmful to you, but you liked the way you looked because of it. Your girlfriends wouldn’t care about your reasoning.

“I can’t,” You said slowly, “Sabrina asked me to go out with her human friends and I promised.”

Though their faces fell, they all nodded.

“That’s okay, honey, we’ll do it another time.” Agatha was the first to recover, leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss.

“Of course.” You said, relief causing you to relax.

Prudence and Dorcas also stole quick kisses, never ones to be outdone, before settling in sweetly. The three of them exchanged gossip and talked off assignments while laying in various positions around you. It was the perfect way to pass the day.

——

Dreadfully bored after her own dinner with Dorcas and Agatha, Prudence went to borrow a few books from the Academy library. On her way back, she was surprised to see Sabrina Spellman enter the building alone.

“Sabrina, what are you doing back so soon?” Prudence asked, a note of confusion in her voice as she clutched the books to her chest.

“What are you talking about?” Sabrina asked in return.

“Y/N said she was having dinner with you and your mortal friends. Isn’t it a bit early to be returning? Without her, no less.”

“Prudence… I never had any plans with Y/N for tonight. I didn’t even see my human friends.”

“That can’t be right.”

“It is. I was spending some time with my Aunt Hilda and Doctor Cee.” Sabrina said with a shrug, “She’s probably hanging out somewhere though.”

As Sabrina walked off, it left Prudence feeling deeply upset. You didn’t make a habit of lying to them. A promise of honesty is what made your relationship so wonderful. Now, you’d left her wondering about the truth.

“Sisters, has Y/N been acting odd lately?” Prudence asked Dorcas and Agatha, after rushing back to their space.

“Not really. She seems to be herself.” Dorcas shrugged.

“I never see her though.” Agatha sighed sadly.

“Sabrina Spellman said that she wasn’t with Y/N,” Prudence explained, sitting down to try and let out some of her concern, “Why… Why would she lie to us?”

They all remained silent, holding hands. None of them could fathom a reason. You’d never been one to lie or decieve, out of them you were the most honest of all. If you lied, it was often for an intense reason.

When you walked in that night, they all acted carefully. To give you a chance to be honest with them.

“How was your night, darling?” Prudence asked casually, pretending to be interested in her book.

“Oh, it was great! I had a lot of fun!” You smiled.

“You said that you went out with Sabrina?” Dorcas asked.

“Yup, that’s what I said.”

There was a long beat of silence, though you didn’t notice it. You’d been digging through your bag at the time.

“That’s interesting, since Sabrina said you didn’t have any plans tonight.” Prudence said finally.

You felt your heart stop in your chest. The tension in the room was palpable, not in any way that would benefit you. You knew that once you faced them, they’d see through all of your lies. They’d make you eat.

But you loved them so much and knew that this wasn’t something you could avoid. They were too intelligent to fall for anymore deception. So you turned, meeting their indifferent stares.

“Why would you lie, Y/N?” Agatha said, breaking first. The hurt in her voice felt like a punch in the gut.

“I… I didn’t want to go to dinner.” You said honestly, though you realized that you’d explained badly.

“If you tire of us, you could have been honest.” Prudence hissed.

“No, not like that! I love you all so much, but I didn’t want dinner.”

“So… what? You wanted dessert instead?”

“No, for heaven’s sake. I didn’t want to eat!”

“What are you talking about? You need to eat, it makes you strong.” Prudence insisted, looking intensely into your eyes.

“I don’t care.” You shrugged, hoping that you weren’t giving too much away.

The three witches were silent, exchanging concerned looks. As much as you’d wanted to keep your desires a secret, you couldn’t without making them think you didn’t want them. You’d choose keeping them happy over everything.

Finally, it seemed to dawn on them what you truly meant. You shied away from Agatha’s intense stare as she understood it first.

“Is this why you haven’t been acting yourself - because you have been… hurting yourself like this?” Agatha asked, pain on her face though she tried to hide it.

You shrugged, not wanting to say very much. They all took it as a yes.

“What can we do to help?” Dorcas asked, taking your hands in hers with a soft smile.

“I...I don’t know.” You said.

“Then we can figure it out,” Prudence assured you, “We’ll talk with some witches and ask on how to proceed. But until then, we need you to at least try and eat some, okay?”

Though that sounded like the worst scenario ever, you knew they were trying to help you. You knew that it’d benefit you if you said yes. So you nodded, even if the thought of eating made you feel ill.

And as they wrapped themselves around you, speaking loving words and playing with your hair, the coming days seemed a little less terrible. You would hate every second of unlearning your harmful behaviors, but maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible to have the help of your favorite three witches. Not if they’d offer kisses every time you took a step in the right direction.

You could make it through, the weird sisters by your side every step of the way.

[ranboo5]

whats 'the clip' and knifetrick?

Augh. Under the cut for shipping discourse and p/dophilia ment (nothing graphic or specific). Gets long bc I discuss my thoughts on DSMP shipping in general. You are setting me up fr anon

Some quick vocab -

intimacy here is used to refer to. Well. Any kind of intimacy between characters, of any sort, as an umbrella term /r, /p, and /qp here are used as shorteners to denote "romantic," "platonic," and "queerplatonic," both as adjectives And as verbs ("to /r" = "to portray romantically") shipping here is used to refer to any focused examination of intimacy between characters

And some clarity that Should follow from the essay next but may not - """anti-antis"""" and RPF writers delete forever

The Clip is from one of if not the? most recent Discord stage(s) Mr Live has done (which I missed when it was live RIP) wherein he issues a hard ban on shipping him ("do not ship me, in any way, with anyone!") which would less influence c!beeduo (which has been portrayed/stated to be romantic AND nonromantic both conflictingly for a while until being confirmed unconfirmed several months ago, that being the last was heard) without its direct invocation if he hadn't also cited for the reason as being underage ("'Cause, one, it's straight up pedophilia") which is! a) immediately applicable to At Least his DSMP character, Partially and b) while not Strictly True (should b obvious that portraying a relationship within the bounds of what it is in canon and in a nonsexual way is not That, and /r-ing c!beeduo etc was possible to do Appropriately again by remaining w/in the bounds of canon) is Clearly Indicative of the fact that baggage-wise it IS associated with people being fucking creeps

This Really complicates things bc like okay the apparent solution is "lol just don't /r it" but it's really like. A Worse issue than that bc like.

Okay the reason shipping in terms of fictional characters is a Different Bar is bc it's an examination of Intimacy and certain lines exist in certain dynamics of intimacy that Isn't Shown (which is the whole Within The Bounds Of Canon thing) which is important in a medium like DSMP because of the smaller gap + more personal relationship b/w character and streamer. Examining intimacy beyond th bounds of the consent that has been established in that regard is Weird at best and Violating And Creepy more often and, As Mentioned In Ranb's Stage, Literally Evil at worst

Which is why writing abt like. QPR or platonically intimate Techno and Philza (characters) is smth that is fine because that's smth that has been shown and repeatedly stated onscreen; it's in the bounds of canon n thus within th bounds of what the streamers've consented 2 be done with their characters. But writing T3chza making out or whatever is fucked up because it's smth that's beyond those consent barriers

And the thing is right

Slapping a /p on T3chza makeout doesn't. Make it less violating

Like what you CALL romantic is not the measure or whether it's past those barriers yk? And if it's indistinguishable, if it's in extrapolative territory that is Past The Bounds, it Does Not Matter how much you /p it EVEN IF IT IS TECHNICALLY PLATONIC y feel? Like at the end of the day placing a moratorium on some/all forms of shipping is placing a moratorium on certain examinings of intimacy

And okay 2 go back to Mr Live and his character. What it implies taken in context w/ older portrayals of c!beeduo and said by invoking smth that both evokes Really fucked up baggage (that does unfortunately exist btw I'm sorry if you didn't know that but People Really Do B Fucked Up Abt Beeduo) AND applies to his character is a revocation of consent to examining deep intimacies:tm: with his character, which is gonna apply regardless of the nature of that intimacy (even if nonromantic)

Like I don't /r c!beeduo myself, do not, never have, but I talk to people who have and have consumed content where they r background /r; I also don't think it matters. Like I don't Actively /r it and I don't Actively Not /r it because imho w/ the intimacy regarding c!beeduo that is plot relevant and character important whether that intimacy is /p /qp or /r doesn't really matter. I don't consider myself Less of a c!beeduo shipper than someone who /rs them because that would be dumb as hell and while none of the content I've made* is Intrinsically or Intentionally /r it certainly can be read tht way as much as it can be read /qp or /p. It's be dumb and hypocritical of me to like, dunk on ppl for /r-ing c!beeduo when I'm also invested in these two and my tonetags r not gonna suddenly Delete the picking apart I've done of the dynamic @ hand

Which Has Been. Within Bounds Of Canon. It's been what's been shown (sometimes to my great distress. There is a reason that the :canon_beeduo: emote looks the way it does) Directly Onscreen and in general keeping with the tone n intensity/directions of what they've Done With The Characters

HOWEVER

As mentioned up there. Revocation of consent

It makes. Full sense 2 me that Mr Live wants to place a moratorium or fullon ban on shipping his characters perhaps where he wouldn't have before because of the Unfortunately Very Extant trends of people being Fucking Weird about shipping his characters AND of using them as a Thinly Veiled Excuse to ship HIM, which. I should not have to explain why shipping real people is fucking abhorrent

THIS creates a problem which is a. Bit of a vacuum in interacting with what is a facet of c!Ranboo's arc, decision making, and character. Like you CAN have c!Ranboo w/o cbeeduo but you Can't Really have his plotline without examining c!beeduo. And as I mentioned earlier: even if your examination of c!beeduo is fully platonic, the significance of it To the plotline means that any examination of it and its relevance to the plotline and characters IS gonna be an examination of intimacy, which. Regardless of it's platonic, Is Still Shipping

Unless some HARD retconning happens it leaves this like. Hole in an aspect of c!Ranboo's arc and decisionmaking and it's very. Uncertain? God. Fucking months ago I was already kind of :huh. Does he know what the fuck he's doing: irt c!beeduo and desperately wishing for things to be cleared up and now it's only That Much Stronger

NOW. KNIFETRICK, FINALLY

Knifetrick (or, as it’s actually listed, Bishop’s Knife Trick) is a fic about "Ran and Jackie from The Pit TFTSMP" in a "canon-typical ambiguously romantic relationship." As you can tell from the scare quotes, especially if you've seen me vague, both of these are, to put it politely, Doubtful. I've read the fic; I will not be sharing my opinions because that would be neither productive nor responsible (I will just say I can't recommend it and leave it at that) but I WILL say the following that Is relevant to the conversation:

Ran's and Jackie's characterizations respectively have very little to do with characterizations from The Pit, and bear a dollar-store-version resemblance to tropes and personality motifs found in ESPECIALLY fanon c!beeduo, especially later in the fic. I would not go so far as to say they are Intentionally Literally Ranboo and Tubbo but they are transparent expies and were clearly written at LEAST unintentionally w/ c!beeduo in mind (esp since. Ran and Jackie barely interacted in The Pit), and for a readerbase that, as far as I can tell, is HUGELY dominated by /r c!beeduo shippers. Like. Sorry. This is off-brand c!beeduo.

The dynamic between the two is pretty unambiguously romantic, also; despite what the fic's white knights claim, romantic tropes and implications/motifs/imagery from at LEAST chapter two, and is very much explicitly romantic by the most recent chapter.

FROM CH1:

"And now, with raised eyebrows and a pursed lip, the newly named General Jackie observes Ran in such a way that makes the enderman’s skin crawl. Ran reminds himself that this kid, as short and harmless as he may look, is trained to kill. [...] Jackie narrows his eyes and tilts his head a little, as if he’s trying to read in between every one of Ran’s imperfect scales."

FROM CH2:

"It makes Ran’s skin itch with discomfort. [...] 'That actually doesn’t explain much of anything at all,' complains Jackie, and he pops a few croutons into his mouth with one hand. 'Tell me what you’re thinking, pretty-boy.'

"Ran feels his face flush, no doubt mildly glowing green.

"Yes, that was the other thing. The unnecessary compliments to his physical appearance.

"They don’t happen very often, and don’t seem to have very much meaning or intention behind them— Jackie often speaks like an unthinking kid— but when they do happen… they’re embarrassing. [...] It’s annoying how the rug is pulled out from under his feet in these moments when he’s 'embarrassed'. Like the conversation see-saw has temporarily shifted weight in the general’s favor."

I am not going to include excerpts from Chapter 6 because it's just the entire chapter.

I WILL SAY, HOWEVER, STEPPING ON THIS SCORPION BEFORE IT STINGS: they are not written in an RPFy manner and I don't think there's any grounds, including Vibes, of accusing Knifetrick of being like. Closet truthing or whatever. Also, while I think there's certainly Some Weirdness ESPECIALLY around the reaction, the romance itself is Not written in any way I'd call weird or problematic pre-clip; it's nothing inappropriate or like Weirdly Fetishy or whatever. Knifetrick is not #problematic or anything and I don't have beef with like the concept of liking it intrinsically; if I thought it was like. Abhorrent I wouldn't be sharing excerpts lmao dhjfnhdsbvdnfjh. Hence: if anyone uses this post or anyth like it to send harassment or bad faith ANYTHING to anyone involved with Knifetrick I will hunt you down in the fucking night even if it WAS #problematic that'd be the LITERAL OPPOSITE of productive and as it stands it's Literally Not. Essentially: Knifetrick is a (questionably-written /mean) fic using Ran and Jackie from The Pit as a vessel for a large chunk of the dynamics and headcanons of fanon /r c!beeduo in particular

And again, I would not call it problematic in any way (aside from the disingenuity of the insistence that it's TOTALLY UNRELATED TO BEEDUO and TOOOTALLY WASN'T INTENDED TO BE ROMANTIC GUYS like own your shit please)... IF it weren't for the advent of The Clip, which is calling in2 question the Entirety of the problem of /r-ing any variant of c!beeduo or any of Ranboo's characters at all

I really do not have an answer for this tbh. I genuinely wanna hear from the streamer on this more specifically because I like,,, I got no clue where 2 go from here? Do I just consider an arc retconned? Was it an issue of speaking abt a troubling subject kneejerk wise and I'm reading too much in2 it?

I just. I dunno

Tl;dr (AT LONG LAST)

- The Clip is a clip of a Discord stage where Ranboo (streamer) loudly explicitly decried shipping in a way that implicitly applies to characters he plays - This would be all well and good but is rendered complicated by the plot relevance of c!beeduo, which does not stop being shipping if it's /p'd due to it still necessarily being an examination of a particular intimacy in a way that is in canon hard to distinguish the /p, /qp, or /r nature of - Bishop's Knife Trick is an AO3 fic centered around using TFTSMP characters as /r c!beeduo expies which is not a bad thing in and of itself unless it also is covered under this moratorium - Things remain unclear until and unless we get clearer word from streamer, but considering Mr Live seems to be allergic to clarifying anything abt c!beeduo this is doubtful

*very little if any of the content I personally have made 4 c!beeduo has been posted publicly, for related reasons. You May have seen it if you're in servers w/ me, depending on Which Ones

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Bus Rides and Sweet Times

Pairing: Sam Alexander x Parker!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

Anon asked:  Can you do a Sam Alexander x Reader, but you're Peter Parker's sister??

A/N: Totally staying with the tradition of badmouthing Peter at the end of my oneshots and I’m proud of it. Sorry it’s so late btw, I was on a hiatus when you had requested it

On your first day of Advanced Biology you had been sweating buckets. You were attending a biology class ahead of your grade through the Accolades programme and were considering faking temporary illness to skip the day.

It was nerve wracking to have to go into a class where everybody was older than you and could bully you. Last thing you wanted was people to shove you in lockers like your older brother, Peter.

Well that was before he became friends with the school’s toughest football player but still. You didn’t really want to go through the embarrassment of being shoved in a locker for 5 years before finally making an unlikely friendship and then have a last good year of high school.

But when you stepped through the door, you were immediately relieved to see a familiar face.

Sam Alexander wasn’t a friend of yours, he was one to your brother and they weren’t even that close, but even then, seeing recognition on his face made you oddly relieved.

“Sit wherever, Miss Parker.” Said the teacher before returning to the board.

For a second you wondered about sitting next to Sam but then realized it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. So, you just moved to the back of the class and tried to blend in with the walls.

It was no secret that you were insecure about being the youngest person in the class. You never answered, never asked questions and always tried not to participate. That’s why the teacher was always surprised whenever you got the highest grades.

She always made sure to praise you in front of the entire class which made you embarrassed but still proud.

And that’s when she got the idea of you tutoring one of her students after school. And you being the innocent girl who just didn’t know how to say no to a teacher, agreed.

That’s when you started to spend more time with none other than Sam Alexander.

You should be annoyed but really you were relieved that it wasn’t any stranger.

Yet another time that Sam saved your sanity by just having a recognizable face.

**** 

“Hey do you mind keeping this whole tutoring thing a secret?”

“Why?”

A part in you was half expecting him to say something like he didn’t want people to know he was hanging out with a geeky younger girl even though you knew he wasn’t the type to be so rude, regardless of what Peter said about him.

“Well, your brother and my friends are really smart. If they found out I was getting tutored by a girl who was a grade below me...”

He scratched his cheek nervously and you melted. He was just as insecure and unsure as you were and while your intellect sometimes made you feel out of place, he felt the same way about his.

So, you nodded and set a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring nod.

“I promise I won’t say anything.”

“Your brother won’t be curious?”

“I’ll think of something.”

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t have too long to come up with a suitable excuse.

You quickly got to work and explained the concepts and making sure he understood everything you were telling him, even drawing diagrams and things like that because you figured he was a visual learner more than textual.

After nearly an hour spent in the library together, you noticed your brother come in with Harry and MJ, probably wanting to get some lab manuals for chemistry. Once he saw you with his sort of friend, he immediately made his way over to the pair of you.

“What’s going on?”

“Tutoring session.”

Sam immediately shot you a betrayed look but you didn’t even blink, turning back to your notes.

Just as you knew he would, your brother laughed and pointed at a slightly embarrassed Sam which made you irritated on the inside but you covered it with a plain expression.

“You’re getting tutored by my little sister?”

“Actually, he’s the one tutoring me.”

The two boys turned to you with shocked faces and you folded your arms over each other, raising a brow at Peter.

“What?”

“Yeah, I keep missing class because I’m the lab assistant and I end up running late so Sam here promised to keep me in the loop.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were the lab assistant during Chemistry and as a result always had to clean up after your classmates after the period was over, but Peter didn’t need to know that you still managed to reach class on time because the teacher would spend the first 5 minutes reviewing the previous lesson.

Just as you knew he would, Peter bought the excuse, returning to his friends and telling you that he’d pick you up from your part-time job today, trying to be a good brother. But you knew it was because he found your co-worker cute.

“Thanks for that.” Sam spoke gently and you waved him off, leaning towards him again and pointing to the diagram of an operator.

“No problem, now back to Lac Operon.”

****

The next few weeks are spent the same way. Sam slowly brought his grades up in class tests and progress quizzes but the teacher still wanted you to continue with the tutoring sessions as your midterms were coming up.

That’s how you end up meeting and spending hours of your time with Sam, but it never really goes beyond tutoring and you never see each other outside of the library.

That is until one day you’re going straight home instead of going to your job like you usually do. You end up taking the same bus as Sam and sit beside him because it was the only seat open that wasn’t beside some older guy or a child.

Sitting next to you, he plans to do the same but when he glances at you, you’re slowly drifting off to sleep, letting your head lol to the side in an uncomfortable position.

So, he gently rests your head on his shoulder, his heart skipping a beat when you cuddled closer to him. He watched you on the ride home, just wondering when was the last time you got some rest.

You were beautiful, yes, but he wondered about the dark circles underneath your eyes and the tired frown on your face as you leaned against him, silently realizing how haggard you looked for such a young girl.

You were trying to take all advanced classes but wasn’t naturally intelligent like your older brother so you ended up working till all hours trying to keep your grades up. He always knew that you worked hard but it was obvious that it was taking a toll on you.

So why hadn’t you ever said anything?

He wanted to tell you that you were perfect just the way you were and that you should take it easy but he knew you liked working hard and he found that really admirable.

The rest of the bus ride was just spent with him making sure you weren’t stirring or getting uncomfortable. Silently thinking you were beautiful. At the time it felt like you were the only 2 on the planet.

But what he didn’t know was that everybody on the bus were fangirling about how cute the two of you looked cuddled up on the bus seat. An older man was musing something about young love but Sam just thought he was remembering the good old days.

When the bus pulls up to your street, Sam gently wakes you up and tells you that your home. He even gets off at your stop to walk your drowsy self to the door where he meets Aunt May for the first time.

You were so tired you barely remembered Sam’s arm wrapped around you as he pulled you to the door. You thought your eyes were open but they were definitely closed and so he rang the doorbell for you because you were not awake enough to fish for your keys in your bag.

****

Ever since that day, Sam began to pay more attention to you. He always looked out for you in a silent way, never trying to bring to your attention that he was thinking of you.

“Hey check it out! The vending machine gave me two strawberry milks! Do you want one?”

“I got this pack of nuts but it has peanuts in it and I’m allergic so you can have it.”

“I’ll do a practice test and you can check it after I’m done. In the mean time you can take a nap.”

He took the bus home with you every day since then, saying that he came to your work when you were getting off for a smoothie even though there were a hundred places in New York that didn’t need him to come so far out

But you never said that to him because you liked going home with him, sometimes falling asleep together and sometimes listening to music, sharing earphones or even just quietly talking.

In the beginning he was afraid that you’d sleep and end up missing your bus or that you’d end up with a crick in your neck because of the position you fell asleep in but he liked taking the bus home with you, playing with your fingers gently while you napped peacefully beside him.

Once after Sam dropped you off at your house, you said your goodbyes to him and went inside, telling him you’d see him tomorrow. He politely declined Aunt May’s invites for dinner, saying that he had to get home because he had chores to do (training).

Around 10 minutes later, you left home again, going to pick up some rolls for dinner when you notice someone walking ahead of you but it’s only when the person walks underneath the lamppost do you recognize him.

“Sam?” You call out, wondering where he’s heading late in the night when his house was in the opposite direction.

“Oh shit.” 

Sam freezes in his steps, silently contemplating whether he should just run for it or actually turn around to face you. You call his name again and wonder if you actually got it wrong and he was just some random kid in your neighbourhood.

But then he turns around and it’s him, blushing bright red that you could see it even in the dark and his heart began beating quickly, seeing you make your way over to him.

“What are you doing here? I thought your house was down the block?”

He tried to think of something but his mouth got really dry before he figured he should just give up.

“Well, about that, it.... isn’t.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and trying to avoid making direct eye contact with you.

“What?”

“I live close to the school actually.”

“But you’ve been taking the bus home with me every day for like 2 weeks now.”

“Yeah, it’s just because I like taking the bus....and sitting next to you. Taking the bus was my excuse to spend more time with you.”

You could’ve sworn you swooned.

It was the first time you noticed just how crazy for you Sam was and it was exhilarating. To see this older boy standing in front of you and being vulnerable enough to be sweet and thoughtful.

It was kind of that little girl fantasy that you dreamt about back when you thought Cinderella and Rapunzel had been real. So, you can’t stop yourself from smiling when you notice how awkward Sam is beginning to get underneath your stare.

Sure, he wasn’t exactly prince charming but to be honest, to you, he was much better.

Prince Charming forgot what Cinderella looked like.

Like what the heck?

“You could’ve just asked me out on a date.”

“Well I wasn’t sure that you’d say yes.”

“Ask me now then.”

****

Dating Sam was everything you’d expect it to be. He was sweet and thoughtful, always taking you out and loving to spend time with you. Your tradition of him picking you up after work and taking the bus home turned into you greeting him after getting off with a kiss and then inviting him inside for dinner.

Even though you knew he didn’t live close here, he still wanted to drop you home. He said he was being considerate and loved spending time with you, which was true, but it was also because he was afraid you’d fall asleep on some other boy’s shoulder and fall in love with him.

Which was ridiculously specific but you still indulged him.

Peter didn’t find out initially because he always managed to miss Sam right when he got home because he was out crime fighting.

And you didn’t feel the need to bring it to his attention.

You knew he would find out one day though and the opportunity presented itself when he brought his friends home to live in the house because a fire had destroyed their dorms.

And with him came your boyfriend, outright grinning at the sight of you and you had to hide your laughter because you knew Sam was excited about having alone time with you at home without seeming suspicious.

But something was telling you with so many people in the house, you wouldn’t be getting any solitude for a long while.

May being kind of strict between the two of you, saying that you can’t close the doors was not surprising even though you knew she loved Sam. To Peter however, it was kind of startling.

The two of you manage to spend time without drawing suspicion. Going on grocery store runs quickly became your favourite kind of date because it was just the two of you roaming around the store with Sam pushing you in the shopping cart.

Peter one day sat the two of you down with a seriousness that made you want to laugh in his face because you could see how awkward it was, demanding to know exactly what was going on between the two of you.

What he wasn’t expecting was you to admit that you had been dating for nearly 4 months now.

Apparently neither were his teammates.

The rest of the night was like an interrogation while the two of you just curled up on the couch and ignored the rest of them until Aunt May came home and told them to stop bothering you.

At which point they all just shut up and decided to watch a movie.

Your boyfriend held you close to him underneath the blankets, holding your hand in his, clutched to his heart and you used your free hand to feed the two of you pizza without even looking away from the screen.

Half-way through the movie, just as you were beginning to drift off, Peter scared the shit out of you by jumping up and shouting.

“Oh my god! I left the two of you at home alone so many times because I didn’t think you liked each other!”

Your face burned and you just hid underneath the blankets, trying to avoid the teasing faces of the others and try not to combust.

“Oh, just can it Parker!”

“Excuse me?”

“I meant the other Parker and you know it!”

[supop]

I just want to say: Hoseok didn't debute as singer, unless u meant that he debuted as sub-vocal (just like Tae & Jin). I just know that there is misinfor about him switching positions, but he was from the start trained to be a rapper, cause bh planned at 1st to debut hip-hop group from underground rappers. He is an Ace in everything tho, it's seriously a pity that shitty bighit didn't promote him as an allrounder like Jk

Yes, that’s what I meant when I called him a singer. Hoseok has always been a member of rapline. I just find it ironic how they also debuted him with a vocalist position (same as Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin), and yet we never got/get to hear any of those vocals in their group songs.

Again, someone explain to me why j-hope has no lines in the studio version of Spring Day? Yes, I know he sings in the performance version of the song, but what’s BigHit’s excuse for not recording his vocals? And don’t give me none of that “they choose their own lines” bs because by now we should all know that’s a lie.

Proof j-hope can sing (from Memories 2020 DVD):

He sang Jungkook’s line so well some even thought those were JK’s vocals, but no that was all Hoseok. And if this isn’t enough proof for you then there’s plenty of “j-hope singing” compilations on YouTube. Do yourself a favor and stop being so ignorant about his skills (this isn’t directed at you anon btw, lol I’ve just seen lots of people attempt to discredit Hoseok). He can rap dance and sing, shocker.

[padawanlost]

Is Anakin still the Chosen one in Legends? I’ve heard some legends fans say it was actually some dude named Revan who used both sides of the force (nevermind that that idea DIRECTLY contradicts what GL said) and that Palpatine returned anyway and that the Sith came back, so the prophecy about Anakin was bunk. 1)

2)If that’s true, then that’s the third SW thing Legends directly contradicted George Lucas on (1- GL said only the Jedi and light were good and the Sith and dark were bad; 2- Sith cannot become force ghosts), and if it's true that Legends ALSO ignore/reverses the chosen one prophecy, then I won’t bother getting into it. That’s be just as bad as Disney at that point

Rest easy, anon, because none of that is true.

Anakin has always been the CHOSEN ONE in the original canon. The lore actually takes time to explore the prophecy and how the role it plays. It was only Disney-related content that hinted at Anakin not being the chosen one.

What you will see is fandom theories and interpretations but that’s a whole other story.

“You have got to remember that this is one movie, and it’s meant to be seen I through VI. So, I think when you watch the actual movie in order, the story will become very clear: that Anakin is the Chosen One. And even when Anakin turns into Darth Vader, he is still the Chosen One.” - George Lucas

And, contrary to popular belief, George and his people did have a say in what was allowed in the EU and what wasn’t.

“Parallel universe’ suggests that each universe can go in separate directions which really isn’t the case with regard to the EU. The EU is bound by what is seen in the most current version of the films and by directives from George Lucas.” Leland Chee, 2005.

GL is certainly not bound by the EU, though he’s certainly open to using things created in it (Aayla Secura and the Coruscant name, for example). On the other hand, the quote you provide makes it sound like the EU is separate from George’s vision of the Star Wars universe. It is not.  The EU must follow certain tenets set by George through the films and other guidelines that he provides outside of the films. “-Leland Chee,  2005.

Lucas approves every important addition to the canon . The ambitious story beats contained in the new game The Force Unleashed were permitted only after he signed off—and spent hours talking to the developers about the relationship between Darth Vader and the Emperor.”- Leland Chee, 2008.

SO, no, the EU never could go totally off-script and change anything from movies, especially something as important to the plot as the chosen on prophecy.

I’m not gonna lie, there have been some crazy additions to the EU but, to be fair, that’s bond to happen when you have multiple authors writing from multiple characters for over 40 years. to be blunt, if you are looking for perfect continuity you won’t find it anywhere. Not in even the movies (*coughs* Leia remembering Padmé *coughs*).

Btw, none of those additions (like Palpatine’s clone) affects Anakin’s chosen one status because that’s not how the prophecy works. The prophecy only stated that the chosen one would bring balance. The Jedi interpreted balance as an absence of Sith but that doesn’t mean they were right. As Yoda says prophecies are tricky and people are biased.

Same goes for people using both sides of the force. It doesn’t actually contradicts anything because those stories were set in a different context. The Old Republic period was *very* different from the Prequel Era Republic, the same way things were different during the Empire. Considering the Jedi Order is over 25000 years old, that makes far more sense than nothing ever changing. So there’s a valid explanation for it, the Jedi order changed from how it was at the beginning and for a time they even allowed members to experiment with some powers they would ban for being ‘dark side’. It’s like the marriage thing. The fact Anakin couldn’t get married doesn’t negate the possibility of Jedi being allowed to marry 1000 years prior or of his children getting married 30 years later. Rules change. It’s worldbuilding.

What would be problematic was if some of those rules/additions did contradict movie canon but, fortunately, that’s not the case with the original canon. Yes, there have been some really crazy, borderline nonsensical, additions to the EU but nothing big, nothing that would directly contradict any of the major movie plot beats.

[ickle-ronniekins]

crush, fred x reader

request: from anon: I don’t know if ur accepting requests right now but if you are, could you write about Fred having a crush on a girl that happens to be best friends with Ron? Btw I hope that things with your boyfriend are beginning to get better x | hi darling sunshine! of course i’ll write that for you! & yes, requests are open indeed :) aw thanks lovey, we’re always working at it, also this is hella long i got so carried away i am so sorry lmao x also idk how i feel about this ugh cause i tried to make it sound like the reader and ron are best friends but reading it back i’m kind of like ??? but also i rewrote the first portion like literally four different times UGH i struggled with this one but it was a good struggle anon THANK U for the request!

prompt: none

warnings: instability bc weasley perfection? IDK MAN

You and Ron were sitting in the Great Hall, watching as brave students from each house and the other wizarding schools placed their names into the goblet, hoping to be chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. “I wish I could enter,” he told you.

Just then, Harry appeared beside you both. “No you bloody don’t,” he told him and laughed.

“Yeah, Ron, you’ve got to be barking mad to want to enter,” you said. Just then, his older twin brothers ran into the Great Hall, ringing in cheers from everyone around them. They were both holding something in their hands. You just rolled your eyes. “Case in point, Ron. Look at those two.”

Fred and George were showing off whatever concoction they’d brewed up when they came over to the three of you. George asked, “Don’t think we can do it?”

“No,” the three of you said together.

Fred overdramatically fell backwards and into you—pretending to be offended by your doubt that they were going to successfully be able to place their names in the goblet, whilst somehow being able to trick Dumbledore’s age line.

“Y/N,” Fred whined, “I’m heartbroken. Literally heartbroken that you don’t believe in us.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t believe in you, Freddie,” you told him and his eyes were swimming with excitement. “It’s just that I believe in Dumbledore more.”

Ron and Harry began laughing next to you when the twins began to shake their vials. The surrounding students were becoming more and more excited to see what was about to happen, and many people began whispering animatedly. The goblet was showing off a deep blue color fire, and Fred and George were more than ready to place their names in.

“Just wait,” Fred told you and swung his arm around your shoulder. “In three days time I’ll have been chosen to compete in the tournament, and by the end of the school year, I’ll be the champion, and you’ll be so impressed that you’ll fall head over heels.”

You scoffed at him. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” he told you, “It is. Ready, George?”

“Ready, Fred,”

“Bottoms up!” they said together.

And that’s when hilarity ensued.

Later that evening, in the common room, Fred, George, Harry and Ron were playing a game of cards, while you, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting around the fire, chatting about the upcoming tournament and the Yule Ball.

George was scratching his face and saying, “I still have remnants of that bloody beard from this afternoon. Who knew our aging potion wouldn’t work?”

Ron laughed. “Everyone, mate.”

“Oh, it definitely worked,” Harry retorted, “just not the way you wanted it too.” Him and Ron started snickering like little girls.

Fred wasn’t listening. He was shuffling his cards slowly, sort of in a daydream like trance, and Ron was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

He was too busy peering at you to notice anything else around him. He was focused on the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders in soft curls, the rosy pink your cheeks turned after being out in the cold, your voice bouncing off of the common rooms walls every time you let a giggle escape your lips, the clothes you wore other than your Gryffindor robes.

“Hello?” Ron said, slapping Fred across the cheek.

Surprised and brought back to reality, Fred placed a hand to his cheek. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

George just laughed. “We’ve been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes, Freddie,”

Fred softened and turned back towards you. “Oh,” he said, completely forgetting the moment. He watched you still, and when you looked up from your conversation with Hermione and Ginny and caught his glance, you beamed at him. It’s almost as if you could hear his heart begin to pound.

He turned back towards his friends and told them, “Erm, guys—I’ve something to tell you,”

George, Ron, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit. The common room fire was roaring and the students around were buzzing, but Fred Weasley was nervous. He was actually nervous.

George smirked when he told him, “Yeah? Go on then.”

Fred swallowed over a lump in his throat. He made sure that you were out of earshot. “I’m...kind of mad for Y/N.”

The three boys sat for a moment and then burst out into laughter. Fred furrowed his brows, obviously offended by their laughter and his humiliation, when Harry spoke.

“We know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, mate, the whole bloody world knows,” George told his twin. “You’re not exactly subtle with it.”

Ron snorted before saying, “Yeah, and your flirting isn’t the best, either.” Fred punched him in the arm. “Don’t worry, she hasn’t said anything to me about it. Pretty sure she doesn’t even realize it’s flirting—” Ron couldn’t help but snicker, and Fred punched him in the arm again.

He turned back towards you, watching you again, wanting nothing more than to run over, spin you around and kiss you, but he held back the urge. He placed his hand under his cheek and rested on it, peering at you with admiration. To the boys, he said, “So what the bloody hell do I do now?”

“What you’re good at,”

Fred looked towards his twin with confusion written on his face.

“Be honest, do your thing and tell her.”

You were suffering silently in Potions with Ron. Across from you, Harry and Hermione seemed to be brewing something perfect, while yours, on the other hand, wasn’t looking terribly great. Ron kept groaning and letting his head fall onto the desk.

Snape was in a particularly bad mood that Wednesday afternoon, for whatever unbeknownst reason. He had given you all the hardest potion to brew, with directions that weren’t clear in the slightest, and left you all to the cauldrons. And the punishment for not brewing it absolutely perfectly? Two weeks detention.

You wished you could be outside in the snow, walking through Hogsmeade, heading into Zonko’s, warming up in The Three Broomsticks with a butterbeer. Anything but this.

“I hate this bloody class,” Ron said as he added a sprinkle of something to the potion that prompted it to turn a nasty, purply-brown color. Ron scowled and peered at the directions on the board once more.

“Just think—in a week, we’ll be at the Yule Ball, dancing the night away, not worrying about this stupid lesson,” you told him and grabbed his hand before he disastrously placed way too many porcupine quills in the potion. “No, no—two, Ron, not five.”

Two did the trick. The grody, brown looking potion in front of you seemed to take a turn for the better when it slowly became a nice looking green color, which is what it should have been in the first place. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey, who’re you bringing to that, anyway?”

“I dunno,” you told him truthfully as you added another mistletoe berry into the potion. “Why? D’you want to go with me, Ron?” you teased.

“Ha-ha,” he said sarcastically, and you could’ve sworn you saw him glance admiringly at Hermione, who was almost finished brewing her perfect potion. Ron cleared his throat when he noticed you saw him. He continued, “No, really, who do you think you’ll go with?”

“I dunno, Ron!” you laughed. “I genuinely have no idea. Why are you pushing this?” You saw his cheeks turn rosy and he seemed to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He was hiding something. “Ronald Weasley, what do you know?”

“Nothing!” Ron jumped up. Snape looked up from the other end of the room where he was observing the Slytherin’s potions. He shot the both of you a look of pure disgust, and went back to his observations. Ron swallowed over a lump in his throat when you kept prodding him with your wand. He rolled his robe sleeves to his elbows and breathed out slowly. You loved how nervous Ron got when he was keeping a secret, because truthfully, he wasn’t very good at keeping them. He kept pushing his long hair out of his eyes and tapping his feet against the floor. When you wouldn’t let up, he finally blurted out, “Enough with the third degree! Freddie’s mad for you, alright?”

You were so taken aback, literally, you almost knocked your cauldron onto the floor. Luckily, behind you, Dean Thomas caught it with mere milliseconds to spare. “What?” you asked Ron. “No he isn’t,” you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Ron’s nervousness seemed to slip away when he laughed and said, “Don’t make me say ‘I told you, so’.”

It’s as if Ron’s words made them appear, because Fred and George slipped into your Potions class, somehow, without Snape seeing. At least, at first.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing in here?” Ron and Harry asked them.

George just rolled his eyes. “I tried to stop him, but he took my advice way too literally.”

“What advice?” You and Hermione wondered aloud at the same time.

Fred stepped closer to you and your heart started to pound. In the middle of class? Was he kidding? With twenty or so other students there? And Snape?

“You’re coming to the Yule Ball with me,” he told you straightforwardly. It wasn’t a question and you didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter.

You asked him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he told you confidently. “Yeah, it is because I’m mad for you,” he winked, “and I know you’re mad for me, too.”

You could feel your lips curl into a sensual sort of smirk. Just then, someone from Slytherin yelled out and pointed towards the twins, and Snape turned swiftly from the back of the dungeons. You could’ve sworn you heard him yell out, “Weasley!” but you were too distracted to even care. All you cared about was the boy in front of you—with his long red hair, his heart melting half smiling, and the fact that he was a bloody idiot sneaking into your class. You didn’t care about anything else. Your heart was racing. The dungeons were bustling with chatter now—about Snape being even more angry than he already was, and about those older, redheaded Weasleys that somehow managed to make their way into a busy Potions class.

George was kicking Fred’s leg, saying, “Bloody hell, mate, let’s go!” but Fred didn’t move. Instead, he stood there, waiting for you to say something, anything.

“So?” Ron, Harry, George and Hermione all asked together.

You looked at them and then back towards Fred and asked him, “Well what took you so bloody long to figure it out?”

His smirk only grew, his eyes enticing you to run out of that classroom and back to whatever empty room you could find. But just then, Snape reached the top of the classroom and tried to grab Fred by his robe sleeves.

George kicked Fred once more before sprinting out of the classroom, and before following his twin, Fred squeezed your hand and said to you, “Being chased by Snape is totally worth it, by the way.” He slipped out from underneath Snape’s grimy fingertips and left the Potions professor seething at the seams.

Professor Snape turned to you, red faced and livid, and announced in front of the entire class, “A week’s detention! Was it worth it, Y/L/N? Was it worth it for that Weasley boy?”

But Fred was still there, outside the classroom. He was careful not to be seen, but he was still peering in at you to make sure you didn’t receive too bad of a punishment for his shenanigans. You knew Fred would probably manage to sneak his way into your detention, too. You smirked at Snape and then turned your attention to Freddie in the corridor. Without skipping a beat, you winked and responded, “Totally worth it.”

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I am of the opinion that PQ2 should have been released AFTER P5R

Tbh PQ2 is placed where it is because of the 3DS' life cycle. I'd place it farther but the PQ series working on Switch(+maybe other places) is most likely reliant on the/an EO's switch game (to help adjust the formula). If it wasn't for that, I'd probs slowly remake/port P1-4 while spewing out more/different P5 spinoffs before we get to PQ2. (so I don’t disagree, there’s a couple of ways they could’ve gone about it, but even tho it’s speculation it’s fun, none of it matters cause we probs got the worst timeline ;w; anyway time to just ramble about related stuff 8U) (but I would love to hear your opinion as to why you think that’s the case!)

Word vomit word vomit~! Under the cut cause I can’t reply like a normal person 8U ;x; (don’t mind me the gears started-a-turning aklfjdsakl)

Tho tbh, from what we got with PQ2, I dunno if Adding Sumi and Jose would be good. PQ2 is pretty directionless with it's cast imo, like it has something to say but half the time they feel like mouthpieces and not actually......the characters we know being involved. It already has a handful of b/c/d/f plots and it barely even dives deeper than a kids wadding pool with them orz I'd say what's the harm in adding Sumi/Jose since it already can't handle the cast it's been dealt it won't hurt having two more, but do I WANT Sumi/Jose (and possibly Takuto) to suffer for that? Nah. I'd rather we get a PQ3, were we can focus on the implications of Sumi having just awakened and the team side eyeing Joker/Mona for not telling them and all those implications. Her bonding with the team would probs be drowned out by Hamu and Hikari (when they actually feel like giving them some focus that is), plus Goro's stupid bullshit just.......listen.... PQ1? Chars can be a biiiiit mean at times, and are flanderized, but damn do they all feel involved and still have some remnant of their original personality (they aren't flanderized all the time and not all chars are flanderized) but man did they feel important to the game. DX I’ll take it over the clustered bullshit that is PQ2 orz

Anyway, tbh, now that I think about it, P5R should’ve been released in 2021ish time. For a PS4/PS5 release. Would’ve given the PS5 another flag ship game, and justifying it on another console as well (plus a 4 year gap feels a little more justified than a 3 year gap, esp when there’s a new console involved). It also doesn’t help we got two horrible failures of spinoffs in between P5 and P5R (one is the P3/5D and yes I’m counting them as one game, and PQ2 who is at best a slog and at worst is one of the biggest thorn in my side lore wise since P5 sauntered onto the scene...that being said I mostly blame the failure of that game on the dead console it was on). A remake and/or Scramble honestly should’ve been the next game right then and there (oh hey where have I seen that before? Oh right, P4. And it worked, we had about 3 remakes/enhanced ports before our Arena/sequel but still it worked). Not “cash grab the game” or “let’s just set the poor thing up for failure” the game. Like PQ2 would’ve been ok to fail if we at least got a remake and P5S (and I really don’t give a shit about P5S, but it def should’ve been there early on). 

And an extra bonus with P5S releasing early is that, after P5R released, we could have a P5S re-release with a tweaked storyline maybe involving Goro/Sumi/Jose/yadda yadda on the PS5! Is that a bit cash grabby? Maybe. Is it at least cash grabby with a purpose? Yes. We want purpose. Purpose is good. Purpose, means they have our interests in mind. 8U

*inhales* tbh....the PQ2 we got....could’ve/would’ve worked better without the P5 cast. I KNOW, Silly hates-a-the-P5, but.....at this point it’s not even that. There is one char that really tries hard to relate with Hikari that isn’t the shut in bullshit (yeah sure let’s give Futaba more screen time, it’s not like she didn’t have enough of that, nothing against shut ins, just P5/Q2′s writing). And it’s Hamuko. regardless how you feel about the FeMC, the B plot of “I am all alone, I am separated from my loved ones, the same loved ones I see look the same but aren’t them (oh hey another Tatsuya parallel 8U), and to top it off some stranger is in the role I’m supposed to be in. Am I replaceable? What’s the point of my existence if I’m not the only one who can fulfil this role?” have an entire game based on that existential crisis. We don’t even need the same setting/cast (Hikari/Nagi/Doe), actually I’d keep the Climax Theater but I’d lean HEAVILY into the P2 references/themes and such (Hamu already has a lot in common with Tatsuya, this just adds to it even more!). That B plot with Hamu could probs carry a game itself, or her issues can easily tie into the A plot of that game (like how Rei/Zen’s did with PQ1). Don’t delegated it to a watered down B plot that PQ2 gave us. jfjsadfj hell this probs would’ve been a better time for Sumi to be involved instead. Instead of the P5R new char, she’s the new PQ char and hey they can bond over that (sure we can do that in the current PQ2 game, but we can’t fit it in that well cause we have to tell the P5 cast how cool we think they are! even tho they haven’t really done anything but breathe! >8U)

It’d be a good follow up to PQ1 esp if released not long after, with it being a P3xP4 crossover, it’d 1) feel almost like a direct sequel, 2) riding the coattails of PQ1′s success at the most timely of times, 3) connected with 2 but it’d be at the hype of the 3DS, 4) we don’t have to worry about fans not knowing who they are since that cast is still relevant, 5) it gets Hamu’s thing out of the way so that PQ3 can allow the P5 kids to shine! Cause I’mma be honest, the PQ2 we got doesn’t really make them stand out, outside of the Kamoman dungeon. Plus it’d allow us to give more screen time to juicier B plots that people probably wish for with a P5 involved PQ game (such as Goro, I know y’all thirsty for him, this benefits you guys!)

Ah sorry you probs didn’t want a rant klasdjfalf just tired and the gears started turning and ahhhhh orz Anyway, again, I don’t disagree with you anon, I def think they could’ve done things differently and done it a lot of different ways too. XU And btw I’d love to hear more why you think that! 

[outlanderfandomfollies]

Hello!! :) I recently started binge-watching Outlander and I LOVE IT!! I Really love your tumblr, it's such a RELIEF reading objective analyses like yours when shippers are everywhere! I can’t really wrap my head around this – but why do shippers on IG constantly think samcait/ppl ard them are leaving “clues” on Ig/social media point towards them having a secret relationship? I mean do they really think actors are so childish and have nothing to do? Would you be able to shed some light on this?

Welcome to the fandom anon! Glad you found my little side blog!

Yes, there are many people who don’t ship in the Outlander community. Unfortunately, not a lot of them are on tumblr. You’re more likely to find them on Facebook or on some of the big Word Press blogs. 

What you are running into BTW for the most part isn’t regular “shipping” but an extreme form of shipping called “tinhatting.”  To understand more about regular shipping versus extreme shipping/ tinhatting you might want to check out this PAGE from my main blog. (Please note you can’t access that page from the mobile app; you have to use a computer to access it through the web.)

Anyway, I’ll try to explain a little bit about tinhatting here and how it applies to your question about the “clues.” 

Tinhatting seems to have started a couple of decades ago with the DomLijah ship in the Lord of the Rings fandom. There seem to be five basic tinhatting beliefs that have been passed on from fandom to fandom. These beliefs were were delineated in an August 2012 ARTICLE by Aja Romano in The Daily Dot. Below is a modified “generic” version of those beliefs that can apply to different kinds of celebrity couplings including heterosexual couplings (since the original beliefs were based on the DomLijah gay coupling).

The Powers That Be (TPTB) are scheming to prevent the celebrities in your One True Pairing (OTP) from announcing they are a couple.

The significant others (SOs) seen with the celebrities in your OTP are actually “fake” dates, usually hired by TPTB to pretend to be the celebrities’ romantic partners.

TPTB have made your OTP sign a contract that prevents them from revealing that they are actually a couple until a specified event is over (e.g., the show/ tour ends, award season is over, the merger happens, etc.).

When the specified event is over, your OTP will have a reveal of “their love,” after which the world will know that you were right all along and “will be sorry” they “doubted you!”

Until such time as the reveal happens, your OTP will be sending “secret messages” that they hope their devoted fans will understand. Your OTP may also occasionally rebel in other ways against the directives of TPTB in order to demonstrate that their “love” can endure despite all this.

Now, none of these beliefs are based in reality. No studio or cable channel or production company could ever legally force two actors to “hide their love” and pretend to be with “fake” SOs in this day and age (see POST). But that doesn’t stop tinhatters from passing on these beliefs as if they were real. A lot of misinformation is passed around to support these beliefs, especially by fake “PR or entertainment experts” who hang out in tinhatter communities. 

If you look at #5 above you will see why the tinhatters believe that S & C leave “’clues’ on Ig/social media [that] point towards them having a secret relationship.” It’s one of the tinhatter beliefs based on the assumption that S & C have been “forced” into “hiding their love” by TPTB.

It’s total nonsense. But that’s where that belief comes from.

Tinhatters unfortunately believe that Sam and Cait have been together since 2013 and have been “secretly married” since 2015 and that Cait’s 2019 marriage to Tony is a “fake” to distract from the “real” marriage. Some of them even think that S & C have two “secret daughters.”

It’s pretty sad that a group of grown women believe that two B-list actors would spend years “hiding” their love, and hanging out with “fake SOs” because they are being “forced to” by TPTB. 

It would make fore a good novel but not for real life. But there is no talking to the ones who want to believe this. It doesn’t matter that after 5 years (6 if you count the year when they thought S & C were just “dating”) that there has never been a “reveal” or any solid evidence that their ship is real. The hardcore SamCait tinhatters keep on sailing on the ship to nowhere. 🙄

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

Of Forbidden Kisses And Wrenching Promises || Ada Shelby x fem!reader

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Anon requested: “hey, could I request prompt 20 for Ada please? your writing is amazing btw! ”  (Thank you love ♡)

Summary:  n.20 from my prompt list: “As long as I am alive” Warnings: swearing, mentions of family abuse, references to homophobic harassment, maybe angst

Author’s notes:

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When the first reticent knock hit the rugged surface of her door, Ada was still pacefully immersed in a deep slumber. She dreamt of an exquisite white dress  made of voile and organza, soft and floaty in the late March bitter air, the nectarous parfume of uncountable orange blossoms garnishing the marble altar, a small church crowded with her loved ones, slightly anxious due to the endless wait. Actually, more than once, her subconscious had previously set up similar romantic scenarios thanks to her evergreen imagination. Truth was that, buried in her heart, laid a burning desire for that special day to come soon, only God knew how much she wanted to walk down the aisle on the arm of her beloved eldest brother, always keeping her fond eyes locked with her lover’s ones; and, no matter how fully aware she was that her fantasies never would have come true, at least nobody could deprive her of those tender imaginary moments.

But then, just as the opening notes of the wedding march resounded in the bright nave, a series of new blows, this time much heavier and more insistent, rabidly stole her from her sweet dreams, making her eyelids flinch with dismay. Barely a minute passed, as her drowsy brain struggled to retrieve enough lucidity, yet again a pair of apparently restless fists caught her attention. ”Someone better be dying, it’s fucking 3 a.m.!” With that angry groan, followed by a few abrupt movements, she rolled out of bed without even wearing her woolen housecoat, and, careless of the cold, she hastily reached for the door, ready to shout in Tommy’s cocky face all of her annoyance for that rude disruption of her serene sleep. Still, when she peeped into the corridor, Thomas was not there, and her breathe cracked as she found herself unexpectedly contemplating a horryfying sight, to say the least.

Your trembling figure was standing right in front of her, pure painc contaminating your martyred face, while your y/e/c eyes, as dire as stravation, disturbingly stared at Ada with blind terror swimming in them. The shock was overwhelming, to the point that one of her hands instinctively went to cover her open mouth, partially muffling her shaking voice which came out in an almost unaudible sigh. “Oh my God, y/n, what have they done to you?” She carefully led you inside the room before closing the door behind your shoulders, so many questions were torturing her mind as her fingers gently started to trace the limbs of the multiple bruises deturping your angelic features. Your swollen eyes were cordoned by several black and blue marks, greenish welts covered your cheekbones, multiple bad cuts defaced your brow, the bridge of your nose, your wonderful lips; for an endless moment, her heartbeat stopped, and a violent feeling of nausea forcefully climbed her throat, when the mere thought of the rest of your poor body ran through her groggy head. “M-my father… he saw us, I-I don’t know how… I don’t kn-now… He found out, he’s…” Your chest raised and lowered at an unbearable rate, clearly showing the destructive effects of a recent trauma on your frail self, you didn’t even seem able to formulate proper sentences, since they sporadically spilled out of your mouth in fleeble sobs, so you decided to pause that unquiet rambling for a brief moment, tightly shutting your eyes closed and desperately pressing your wet cheek against Ada’s left palm, despite the sharp pain, because you irremediably needed to feel her close in order to regain strength. However, by the time your blurry gaze returned on her, you saw large tears stream on her porcelain face too. A dull ache radiated through your sternum due to that excruciating view, and you forced yourself to hold back your crying, somehow managing to appear calmer; the two of you had to deal with that cruel reality, there was no way you could avoid it, moreover you were quickly running out of time as the clock kept dangerously ticking.  “He’s sending me to an institute in French, Ada. A-a ship is leaving in a couple hours and-” Before you could pronounce your next word, she impetuosly got away from your half embrace, prey of her own rage and consternation, aghast to hear that terrible news. “No! He can’t do that, fucking hell, no!”  Those hysteric shrieks erupted from her stinging craw while her hands ended up between her short curly hair in a gesture of silent vexation, her feet eluded the control of her mind, frenetically starting to drag her from one side of the bedroom to another, as if those irrational movements could help her figure out a solution. “We can’t let him-… w-we have to do something, there must be something we can do!”

Her agonizing loud cries tore your ears and soul apart, actual weeps were now leaving her pale lips, in part illuminated by the silver light of the moon radiating through the windows, then her bluish irises pierced yours, expressing all of her destructive sorrow and having a massive knot form in your throat, mercilessly obstaculating your already irregular ventilation. Carefully, you approached her, stretching out your arms in her direction, until your palms enfolded her gelid face; your thumbs began to warmly rub her skin, whiping some tears here and there, with such a care conceivable only thanks to the deepest love.

“Ada, my love, listen to me. I have to go, for our sake” your forehead slowly joined to hers, while you whispered those words to convince yourself as well that that was the right choice to make “my father… he-e threatened to report us to the police. And look at me, look what he’s done to me, he w-will kill us both, if I don’t leave today” Suddenly her fingers entangled yours, still laid on her soft cheeks, and you watched a spark of hope grow in her dilated pupils. “We can run away, Tommy will help us find a place, we can-” You slightly nodded your head no, painfully biting your lips because of your fervent frustration. You knew she was not thinking straight, your family had been in business with the Peaky Blinders for three years now, your father was a dangerous man, any sort of interference with that awful situation would’ve certainly disrupted the delicate balance between the two clans.

“Thomas can’t help us, he will always find me. I had to sneak out of the window to see you tonight, walking in the shadow like a filthy thief. Pol helped me, but God knows what will happen, if he finds out. I have to leave.” You brought your mouth to cover hers, temporarily dampening her desperate wailings, holding her body close, in attempt to make her perceive all of your affection, deliberately ignoring the soreness of your injuried ribs. For those few minutes all of your affliction disappeared, you passionately kissed your lover till you literally run out of breathe, but again, you didn’t care, and you just went on; until Polly entered the room with death floating in her dark irises. “Y/n, we need to go now, there is no much time left, darling" Her aunt’s subdued tone was evidently borne by melancholy, she looked at your entangled figures with the ken of a woman who had experienced the sour taste of separation, it felt like having your heart ripped out of your chest, she had felt so many kinds of pain, but none of them was nearly comparable to that tremendous grief. With a last peck on your lips, Ada took your hands and placed them at the height of her beating heart. “I’ll look for you, for as long as I am alive. And I’ll find you, no matter how long it takes, I will bring you back home, y/n, I promise.”

tag list: @namelesslosers; @shadow-of-wonder; @spidey-pal

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

Be Honest Meme

~Hmm okay maybe bother is too strong of a word but slight pet peeves?~

1) When people don’t read others rules or guidelines pages. By no means am I perfect at this or do I expect someone to memorize every blog they interact with’s rules. Most of them are pretty common sense. But I guess a courtesy glance at first follow and if they post an update, another cursory glance wouldn’t hurt? There is usually a lot of useful information about the mun’s character portrayal and hard boundaries which makes it worth a glance.

2) Lack of direct communication. I very much believe in having open and honest dialogue with someone if something is bothering you and that person should be open to at least discussing it or hearing you out. For example, I’ve had someone message me about tagging a post I reblogged a certain way because I genuinely just forgot to tag it that way and it was FINE! No bad feelings or anything and I corrected the issue. For me, at least, I usually am not trying to offend or make someone uncomfortable on purpose. I’m not a fan of drama at all.

3) When a character Rukia isn’t familiar with just shows up in my inbox without any warning and no messages follow for plot/verse discussion.  Again, I don’t mind if you throw your OC or Crossover character at Rukia randomly but if we haven’t worked out an AU or plot or something prior to that, then you have to expect her reaction to be appropriate - disbelief, anger, annoyance (or it could be positive! Rukia’s not that mean.) I usually will shoot the user a message or if it’s anon, add a note in the tags to message me. 

As a courtesy, when I want to do a crossover with someone, even if their blog says “Crossover Friendly”, I shoot them a message and just say “Hey, is it cool if Rukia comes in your inbox?” 

BTW - none of these things are a vague post about ANYONE! I just listed out my pet peeves because someone asked. So again, I am not talking about anyone specifically in any of these. Just a side note. ~

[edwardslostalchemy]

(Dabi anon again (hellos)) I feel that at first Izu would be critical if we consider Bk, AM, and all the heros during the sludge villian event but eventually he'll mellow out bcuz of his own quirklessness which'll let him see that you cant just yeet logic out the window tho he'd still be pissed cuz of how some heros dont even try. That or it'll go the other direction and he'd be critical af cuz they have quirks and he doesn't yet he's the only one that did anything (1/3)

most likely itd be combination of these? And it'll swing depending on the hero and bais. Yes he'd definitely have standards tho for those who dont hold up I feel like thatd depends, the circumstances would be taken into consideration since Izu isn't as single minded as Stain (cuz of personal experiences, he's still pretty head set it just depends). Yee smol bean, he'd end up focusing on being fast and stealth but if he ended up joining the lead he'd probably bulk up a lil bit more. (2/3)

Parallel wise, yeah Dabs would most likely be a Todoroki (+ its fannon soo,, self-indulgent, this au is self-indulgent and you have made me want to make it into a whole au thx for that). If Izu joined Lov then definitely, no way avoiding it. If he didnt join the chances of them runnin into eachother depend- Izu could attempt to track Dabi down cuz he was diggin up info, cuz of Giran making him curious, bcuz of their similar beliefs, or they could never meet for more than a simple passing. (3/3)

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(Howdy!! I am really enjoying this btw just letting you know) 

I agree that it would be a little bit of both. Like maybe at first, he would be really upset at the fact none of the heroes stepped in to fight the sludge villain and he got reprimanded for it. BUT after thinking it over he would understand like okay fine, maybe it wasn’t that smart to go butt first into the fight. But he was just trying to help. Give the kid some credit. So I honestly would NOT blame him one bit for feeling both ways. 

I like that he gets to keep his logical, analytical brain because Stain meant...well, but he went about it in the worst possible way (killing heroes) to prove his point. Izuku would at least evaluate an individual hero and then see if they are truly being heroic or if they are just in it for a false persona. I love smol bean Izuku *cries*. But Izuku bulking up to join the League would also make sense so that way he can like keep up with fights and stuff. I would imagine he’d dress the way he normally does, which  looks kinda baggy and even hides his build, which would probably be really smart of him so that way people don’t assume his dangerous (and it also helps that he has a baby face so he doesn’t look intimidating...until he starts fighting and that’s when heroes are like Oh I’ve committed a Mistake). 

Ah! So the circumstances would depend on them meeting then. I like the idea of them meeting! I’ve seen comics of their dynamic (I forget the artist’s name rip), and it’s an interesting relationship, bros with Toga and Shiggy. But I would imagine in this situation, it wouldn’t be so so uhh tight knit, but rather the way it is now with the League, where they become family as time passes on and they stick together. Maybe Izuku could go with Dabi to search for potential members? But it’s also interesting to think about Izuku searching for him because Giran sparked his interest. And even more interesting is if they don’t meet and they pass by each other, but then Izuku hears about this blue fire quirk user on the news and he’s like HMMMMM cool. It depends on how you treat fate for them. (And!!! It makes me happy to know you are getting inspiration to make this into an au!!!! That’s great!!!! If you do, please send me the link to your post so I can read/share it.) 

[roominthecastle]

I’m in this fb tgp group and there was this post abt how they said satan was her type and if they would end up together and all the antis were giving the usual “no they have a father daughter relationship” and like not a single one of them gave a logical reason other than Ted being nearly twice Kristen’s age like god these antis really embarrass me. (sorry if u get a lot of msgs abt this)

Yeah, sadly this is a thing you can never avoid w/ age gap ‘ships, anon, it will always be there. I personally have no problem w/ fans who are like “I prefer to interpret it this way regardless of what canon says or doesn’t say”. I don’t really understand the appeal but I don’t have to understand and I can certainly respect it; no explanation is required since we are all here to have fun. But I have a problem w/ those who act like this claim is canon-to-be-accepted-fandomwide and try to silence/shame/police/harass everyone who disagrees (which still keeps happening in this fandom in rather manipulative and sometimes straight up offensive, disgusting ways).

Claiming they have a f/d relationship in canon and not tolerating/shaming those who see something else there stems from a common thing among antis:

And they never offer a rundown of their thought process bc there isn’t one involved, really. They look at him and reflexively shove him into a stereotypical, one-note role and ignore actual characterization that clashes w/ it – this in the same fandom that keeps echoing “not a girl” 24/7, so we def don’t suffer from irony deficiency. Janet is not reduced to/defined by her looks (which is a good thing ofc), so why is Michael reduced to/defined by a human skin suit he did not even choose in the first place?

Ted “acts against” his appearance as Michael (if you wanna see him in paternal mode, watch him as D.B. on CSI, the difference is palpable). There is always a clash btw what you expect someone looking like him to be like and what he is truly like in this role, which is one major source of fun (the big S1 twist itself is built on fully subverting this expectation) and contributes to the peculiar complexity of the character. You wipe that away when you try to parent zone him.

Chidi and Janet (even Eleanor) have done more ~~parenting~~ on this show than Michael, and he was often the recipient of it, yet I have yet to see either Chidi or Janet (or Eleanor) being referred to as a “parent figure” w/ the pointed expectation that all “decent fans” should agree. Michael isn’t a centered and sage afterlife elder who guides humans. Not at all. He runs around w/o a clear direction, improvising and often ending up in a bigger mess than he started with. He remains inexperienced, lurches from one puzzling problem to the next, and always needs input/guidance from the others. Even in the latest episode we can see him needing/getting a time-out as an “assistant” & Eleanor using her breakup w/ Chidi as a teachable moment to further educate him in human affairs, then it’s Janet she turns to for answers/advice/consolation. I mean, how much clearer do they have to make this? (But I love how that “Satan is my type” comment riled some antis. Satan shape-shifts throughout the story, so - to me - the only plausible explanation for Eleanor reading Paradise Lost is that Milton’s Satan is also a messy bench who loves drama. He even ends up w/ a lil’ crush on Eve when he marches into Eden to mess w/ her, IIRC, but I digress…)

The S3 finale also highlights Michael’s borderline visceral need for occasional ego strokes bc outside his v limited comfort zone (=chained to a desk, following orders and meticulous, ready-made plans) he is still insecure and panics easily (he was already at a disadvantage and anxious when Gen cut his prep time short). The scene where Eleanor is trying to talk him up by calling him a great leader is a good example: it’s a lie, a quick ego stroke, and it doesn’t hold. Him randomly trying to play parent w/ her (= trying to exert control he never had over her and never will) in an earlier episode is a spin on this song, too. The word “self-appointed” is key there bc it literally means “behaving as if you had a quality/position without actually having it”. Both attempts are about his ego, both fail, both get shut down bc there is nothing to sustain them. A f/d dynamic would mean Michael is above Eleanor but that’s simply not true. But Ted summed this up much better here.

None of the core 6 characters has received positive parental guidance (maybe Chidi is an exception but we have yet to learn more about his backstory), so it’s only natural that now they take turns holding each other up to the best of their respective abilities. They all do it. Chidi teaches and guides. Janet protects and gives answers/stuff they need. Tahani organizes. Jason channels the team spirit. Eleanor thinks on her feet, leads, and lies for them. Michael tries and fails and tries again but he remains the most confused bc while he can read the entirety of the world’s literature in an hour, there are no “superior being shortcuts” to gain the experience and wisdom he clearly lacks. Gathering that takes time and quality interaction w/ the humans. It takes opportunities to fail and learn and experiment within meaningful relationships. These are the exact things he is deprived of in S3, so he is not wiser than he was at the end of S2 and he was no parent figure there either.

Locking him into the parent role (esp opposite Eleanor) bc “he looks old” and acting like that’s the be-all-end-all of canon is willful ignorance at best. I bet these are the same type of ppl who, after watching S2, claimed that he was a mentor when back then he was literally Chidi’s student.I don’t think M/E will be canon but they def do not have a f/d dynamic. They are friends and that’s all the labeling we need canon-wise, imo.

[sparkycanteven]

In defense of Cassarian/Variandra/Vassandra

Okay tumblr anons, you asked for it.

Yeah, I ship it. 

Is it problematic? No. I will tell you why.

1.) Obviously, it's not canon and will never be.

2.) In spite of what you anons THINK, none of us Cassarian shippers actually ship Cassarian/Variandra/Vassadra AT THEIR CANON AGES!!!!

3.) ACCORDING TO THE CREATORS OF TANGLED, BESIDES RAPUNZEL, NO ONE ELSE HAS A CANON AGE!!!

There was ONE BOOK that barely mentioned Varian’s age but the books are not considered part of the show’s canon so I take that information with a grain of salt. 

Also, in every Cassarian fanwork I have seen (or created for that matter), VARIAN IS OLDER! It’s usually post-series (where he would be of legal age) or AU where he is the same age range as everyone else. In my entire time in the fandom I have YET to come across ANY problematic works that would advocate anything less than a healthy, adult relationship! 

So I don’t honestly know where all this hate is coming from. In fact, I think it’s rather ludicrous for anyone to be triggered by Varian’s harmless crush on Cassandra when obviously the show isn’t going to go in that direction. I mean, people, this isn’t Once Upon A Time, this is a show created for 7 year olds that is animated. CALM YOUR TITS!!!

But I think the shipping side of the fandom has been affected by the Mrs. Flanders phenomenon. “Oh, won’t someone please think of the children???”

No one here has any interest in harming any minors in any shape, form, or fashion. We are simply adult cartoon enthusiasts who happen to like a certain ship.

But while we’re talking about THE CHILDRUN:

- I’d like to see a few of you who are so triggered sit through an episode of Kodocha, the anime. Not the Japanese version but the english dub. In it, a young girl who is 10 refers to her agent/manager as HER PIMP. She has a very unhealthy, sexual crush on him and in the episode where he finally explains why they cannot be together, the final scene has them SITTING IN HER BEDROOM ALONE TOGETHER. Go pick on that fandom and see how many people laugh you out of existence! Oh btw, said Agent/Manager stays all the way through the series, is not put on a bus to hell or gotten rid of in any way because that’s one thing that anime culture realizes that Western Cartoon Culture has yet to hit upon...

- KIDS DEVELOP CRUSHES!!! They are not cheerful baby robots that wait until they’re 18 to pine after someone! Some are even problematic! Did you ever develop a crush on a teacher? Or an older siblings friend? Or a celebrity that had no idea you existed? Did certain people think it was cute? Okay... was it their problem that you had the crush in the first place? No? OKAY THEN. 

- And there are some of us who never headcanoned Varian at 14 anyway. Like me, I never once thought he was 14, I thought he was 21 and just short for his age because during that time if there were famines and you didn’t get enough to eat, guess what, your growth got stunted!!! 

- Also, it was a different time. Think about it, back in the time period that this is set in, 14 and 15 year olds were regularly married off all the time. Granted they were usually girls married off to much older men, but young boys would definitely start LOOKING back in those days. EDUCATE YOURSELF!!

But honesly, if you want my take on it, I think some people just like being triggered. They just LIKE finding problems with otherwise harmless things because they don’t agree. I personally hate eggs, but do I go to breakfast buffets wearing a sandwich sign that says “NO CHICKEN ABORSHUNS!”? No. Because that would be pointless. Just like your little anon opinion.

Good day.