#like thats fully warranted

[shedidntevenswear]

boooo i hate that we’ve entered the actual discourse phase of this matty thing because when we kept it to just jokes and memes about our shock/dismay/loving disapproval it was so much more fun

[cerealmonster15]

i dont think i ever felt more annoyed at commercials than when those mean girls walmart ads were playing a few months ago or whenever that was

[localvoidcat]

i think a very strange thing to learn was that. its completely normal for parents to be accepting and it shouldnt feel weird when they are

[thebadtimewolf]

i bet yall will call the new tennant doctor 14 if he actively nearly shags martha and her gushing and joking about on screen in front of your salads because your beloved 10 would never do such a thing t--

[thedissociatives]

cannot let go of the fact that, after a full 10 minute conversation abt my relationship with god, one of my friends basically told me i had religious trauma

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round 7 of The Hottest 80s Bands Tournament

Queen

Defeated opponents: Green Day, Earth, Wind & Fire, The Psychedelic Furs, R.E.M., Duran Duran, INXS

Formed in: 1970

Genres: rock, glam-rock, hard rock, pop-rock, pop, disco

Lineup: Freddie Mercury- vocals 

Brian May- guitar 

John Deacon- bass 

Roger Taylor- drums 

Albums from the 80s: 

The Game (1980)

Hot Space (1982)

Flash Gordon (1982)

The Works (1984)

A Kind Of Magic (1986)

The Miracle (1989)

Propaganda: “HAVE YOU SEEEEN THEMMMM???? these men never lost their looks as they aged. smoking hot 20 somethings to smoking hot 40 somethings. in their own words, "we was glam" and "we were all stunning". all four had impeccable style choices 99% of the time, from leather jackets and wraps to monochrome to undone blazers and ties to brightly coloured /everything/. Deacon changed his hair style every few years and even in just tshirts and booty shorts, never missed. Roger had a sleazy mullet and sunglasses for what felt like forever, hot Persian dad, did not miss. Brian forgot how to fully button shirts. bell bottoms. same hair for 50 years. no misses. even after Freddie got sick and started wearing makeup and had to grow a beard to cover up, MAN NEVER FUCKIN MISSED. he was beautiful to the day he died. and thats not even touching on the leather daddy look from the early 80s.king shit. we love wrinkles and laugh lines in this gd house. if they don't sweep I’m blowing this whole website up we was glam”

“a few years back i was obsessed with these guys and i would find it hard to not have a crush on all of them. in the 80s especially Brian was GORGEOUS.. BEAUTIFUL”

Depeche Mode 

Defeated opponents: Anthrax, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, The Kinks, Wham!, Joy Division, Warrant

Formed in: 1980

Genres: Synth-pop, electronic rock, new wave, dark wave, alternative rock

Lineup: Dave Gahan - vocals

Martin Gore - guitar and keyboard

Alan Wilder - drums and keyboard

Andy Fletcher - bass

Albums from the 80s: 

Speak & Spell (1981)

 A Broken Frame (1982)

Construction Time Again (1983)

Some Great Reward (1984)

Black Celebration (1986)

Music for the Masses (1987)

Propaganda: The music. The LOOKS. The voice. (The sexual tension?) And they’re still going strong. My colleague saw them in the UK when they were only starting out and said they were so nervous. I find the juxtaposition of the confidence of their sound (not to mention the black leather) and that anecdote really endearing.

idk how much this counts as propaganda but I feel like it's very important to acknowledge that Depeche Mode specifically makes kinky synth for bisexual sluts. Like that's it, that's the band. They even managed to make their cover of "(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66" sound like it's about selling ass on the interstate. Slutty legends.

Visual propaganda for Queen:

Visual propaganda for Depeche Mode:

[sun-stricken]

Gray & Mira Hcs!

the dynamic (demonic) duo **jazz hands**

* These two are like organized chaos together

* everything perfectly thought out to cause just the right amount of chaos

* They are the biggest instigators

* will lie their asses off to start fights when theyre bored

* Gray has a sensitivity to tears, and Mira can and will play on it at any given moment

* They have the same amount of arrests, its like a game to them, whoever has more wins

* [common conversations involving them]

* Mira: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. 
Gray: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

* Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? 
Gray: Death penalty. 
Mira, from the gallery: Gray, it’s just a parking ticket. 
Gray, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

* Mira: It’s nice to be wanted.
Gray: Even if it’s by the law?
Mira: Especially if it’s by the law.

* they are the epitome of “i have a problem” “*sigh* okay, put the body on ice ill be there soon” “ok— wait, no! not that kind of problem!”

* They were TERRORS growing up (still are) and while they weren’t necessarily friends they were like tentative partners in crime

* Mira claimed him as her friend after he tried to fist fight a council member

* at first he didnt fully reciprocate but did a 180 when she got into Erzas face and started a fight with absolutely no fear

* Gray still thinks shes one of the most badass people he knows

* Mira typically cooks for the guild and she will have Grays food ready before he even orders it

* Gray brings her tea from her favorite fancy shops everyday

* They bonded over being (partially) demons

* Mira helped Gray accept and deal with the non-romanticized parts of having demon instincts (gruesome intrusive thoughts, impulsiveness, apathy for humans, volatile moods, etc)

* As a side effect of being a demon, Mira (non transformed) has short talons, fangs, and horns (among other things). She truly loves them

* So when Grays started to grow in she didnt fully understand why he didnt; but she still did her best to comfort and reassure him and sympathize with him

* While she tried to hide her excitement at his physical traits while she was comforting him, Gray noticed and it was that that made him grow more comfortable with them

* They have rant sessions that are completely judgment free where they can talk on and on about their ugliest moments/thoughts, and basically most the things they cant tell others. whether it has to do with their demon side or not

* Miras demon has a constant thirst for mayhem, and Gray (being the instigator he is) will give it to them no questions asked

* in turn when Gray gets into arguments and hes wrong, Mira will update wikipedia pages so hes right

* theyre so passive aggressive towards each other

* When they fight everyone within a 8 mile radius needs to be evacuated, no matter how small the fight looks, they get vicious and it’s terrifying

* if you interrupt them you may as well be signing your death warrant

* They always act like nothing happened when they’re done, leaving everyone tiptoeing around them for weeks post

* Grays phone is on dnd constantly, Mira is one of the only few people that is set to come through

* and the local police station, but thats the same thing

* When Mira doesnt answer his calls he’ll leave incriminating voicemails and wont answer her calls for hours after

[epelletea]

A Song For You!~

A/N: Its been months since I’ve written something but I have the urge to write about this man. I love Cruella Deville and her song so thats what this is inspired by.

Crewel x Music Teacher! Reader

Gender Neutral Reader

Suggestive Near the End

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“La da da tum tum!~”

You hummed softly as your nimble fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys. Cater, one of your students, raised his hand, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "Um, Teacher? Don't most songs have lyrics?"

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips as you swiveled around in your chair, facing your attentive students. With a playful twinkle in your eyes, you stood up and positioned yourself in front of them, ready to share your wisdom. "Patience, my darlings," you said, your voice carrying a soothing tone. "When it comes to crafting a song, one must first discover the melody before finding the perfect words to accompany it."

With chalk in hand, you approached the whiteboard, ready to visually depict the melody for your students to review. Carefully, you began to trace the notes, forming the musical arrangement before their eyes. "Now, who would like to lend their voice to this tune?" you asked, turning your gaze towards the eager faces before you. Kalim's hand shot up, his enthusiasm contagious. "Ooh! Oh! Pick me, please!" he exclaimed, waving his hand excitedly. You chuckled warmly, acknowledging his enthusiasm. "Alright, Mr. Al Asim, the stage is yours," you declared, giving him the opportunity to showcase his singing prowess. Kalim confidently sang the melody displayed on the board, albeit with minor mistakes, yet his performance remained commendable. A wide grin spread across your face as you applauded him wholeheartedly. "Very well done, Mr. Al Asim!" you praised, clapping your hands in appreciation. Kalim beamed with pride, returning to his seat with a renewed sense of accomplishment.

"Now, I want all of you to come together and sing the tune as a group," you commanded, settling back into your seat beside the piano. The students rose from their seats, eager to join their voices in unison. You nodded in approval and began playing the melody on the piano, setting the rhythm for their collective performance. As the harmonious notes filled the air, you swayed your head in time with the beat, fully immersed in the melodic symphony produced by your students.

However, amidst the musical bliss, your attention was momentarily drawn to the classroom door. Your gaze locked with that of a familiar figure, Divus Crewel. He stood outside, engaging in conversation with other students. It was apparent that he was in his element, employing his signature stern expressions and wielding his pointer with a sharp smack against his hand, imparting discipline in his own unique way.

You let out a frustrated sigh and abruptly stopped playing, rising from your seat with determination. "Hold on a moment, children," you said, making your way out of the classroom and standing directly in front of the door. With hands firmly planted on your hips, you called out in a playful yet assertive manner, "Oh, yoohoo! Mr. Crewel!" The sound of his name being called caught his attention, causing him to halt his scolding. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned around to face you, his expression tinged with annoyance. "May I help you?" he retorted.

"Leave those poor students alone, you little devil," you retorted back, standing your ground. "I'm quite certain whatever they did does not warrant your cruel scolding." The students beside Crewel glanced between him and you, sensing an opportunity to escape. Seizing the moment, they quickly made their getaway, fleeing the scene. Crewel glanced at the departing students and then glared back at you. "And how would you know? You weren't the one observing them," he hissed with a sharp tone. "Misbehaving pups deserve to be disciplined," he added, forcefully smacking his pointer against his hand in frustration.

"Oh, you and your ‘puppy’ talk," you responded, rolling your eyes playfully. "Whatever, Mr. Crewel. Run along now before I decide to scold you," you teased, playfully dismissing him as you turned and walked back into your classroom, leaving Crewel to contemplate his next move.

After reentering the classroom, you felt the weight of all eyes on you. "My apologies for the sudden disruption, students. Now, let's get back to our lesson," you sincerely apologized, settling back into your seat. Resuming your position at the piano, you resumed playing the rhythmic accompaniment as the students resumed singing the song in unison.

As the familiar melody filled the room, a spark of inspiration ignited within you. A creative idea began to take shape in your mind. "Crewel... and Devil..." you muttered to yourself, contemplating the connection between the words. Your eyes widened with excitement as the idea fully flourished in your thoughts. Unable to contain your enthusiasm, you exclaimed, "That's it!" The students looked at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, intrigued by your sudden outburst.

“Crewel De Vil!~ Crewel De Vil!

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will!

To see him is to take a sudden chill!

Crewel Crewel!

He’s a like a spider waiting for the kill!

Look out for Crewel De Vil!~”

You sang out with passion, playing the lively tune on the piano. "You see, students! Once you've got the melody down, the lyrics come to you!" you exclaimed, filled with excitement. The students chattered among themselves, giggling at the humorous lyrics you composed about your workmate. Snap! You snapped your fingers, and the piano continued playing on its own, providing a lively background.

With a spring in your step, you walked around the room, visiting each student in turn, weaving creative lyrics as you went along:

"At first, you think Crewel is the devil

But after time has worn away the shock

You’ve come to realize you’ve seen his kinda of eyes

Watching you from underneath a rock!"

You continued on, adding playful lines for each student, capturing their unique personalities and quirks. The room filled with laughter and delight as the impromptu song unfolded, making the learning experience all the more enjoyable.

“This vampire bat, this inhuman beast

He ought to be locked up and never released

The world was such a wholesome place until

Crewel, Crewel De Vil!~”

As the song came to an end, you returned to your seat next to the piano, gently stopping the keys from playing themselves. Malleus offered a compliment, appreciating the amusing nature of the song. "Why, thank you, Mr. Draconia," you responded with a contented smile. The positive feedback continued as Cater enthusiastically chimed in, praising the catchiness and ease of learning the song. He even hummed it with joy. The rest of the students eagerly shared their compliments and expressed their opinions on the song, creating a cheerful atmosphere within the classroom.

"Alright, settle down, children!" you called out, seeking their attention. "I'm thrilled to hear that you appreciate the song! Now, for your homework, I want each of you to create your own tune and share it with the class," you instructed, fostering their creativity and encouraging their musical abilities. The students nodded eagerly, ready to embark on their own musical adventures.

As the day drew to a close and the students had departed for their respective dorms, you gathered your belongings and stepped out of the classroom. To your delight, you were greeted by the familiar face of Crewel, who had become your beloved fiancé. A playful smirk adorned your lips as you acknowledged his presence. "Oh, Crewel, what a pleasant surprise," you remarked, teasingly.

Crewel chuckled in response, his handsome features lighting up. "Is it truly a surprise anymore? I come to pick you up every day, darling," he quipped, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Well, it still feels like a surprise because I get to lay my eyes on this devilishly handsome face of yours," you cooed affectionately, planting a gentle peck on his cheek. He rolled his eyes playfully and offered his arm for you to hold onto. With a joyful smile, you gladly accepted his gesture, intertwining your arm with his as the two of you walked together, ready to embark on the next chapter of your day.

“I heard the most strangest thing today. I heard some students singing a song about me today.” Crewel says causing you to raise your eyebrow at him curiously. You raise an eyebrow at Crewel, intrigued by his words. His revelation about the students singing a song captures your attention. As he continues, you can't help but stifle a chuckle, trying to suppress your amusement. "Oh, really? Singing a song about you?" you respond, feigning innocence.

Crewel's suspicion grows evident as he locks his gaze onto you, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "If I recall correctly," he muses, "the lyrics they were singing referred to me as... what was it again? Ah, yes. A devil." He stops in his tracks, turning towards you and leaning in closer. With a playful smirk adorning his face, he challenges you, "Now, where have I heard that peculiar word being associated with me before?"

You meet his gaze, your eyes dancing with mischief. "Oh, darling, it must be a mere coincidence," you reply, barely containing your laughter. "After all, who would ever think of calling you a devil? It's simply preposterous, isn't it?" You say continuing to play innocent.

As Crewel cups your chin and forces you to meet his intense gaze, you feel a surge of both anticipation and intrigue. His thumb delicately brushes against your lip, causing a subtle shiver to run down your spine. The room suddenly feels charged with his presence.

His hands sneak around your waist, drawing you closer to him. You can feel his warm breath tickling your ear as he leans in, his voice low and intimate. The proximity of his body and the intimacy of his touch sends a wave of excitement through you.

"Now, you know I don't appreciate dishonesty, darling," he whispers, his words tinged with a mixture of seduction and warning. The closeness of his voice against your ear sends a shiver down your spine, causing your heart to race.

“Liars get punished.”

In that moment, the playful banter is replaced by a charged tension, and you find yourself caught up in the intensity of the moment. The world around you fades away, leaving only the magnetic connection between the two of you.

His words were enough to make your imagination run wild. A low chuckle escape Crewel lips, as he lets go of you leaving you a blushing mess. “Guess, we’ll have to wait until we get home to see if your telling the truth or not my dear.” He says now laughing.

“Besides the best song you could ever sing for me is when you are in bed.”

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[sageistri]

Do you ever feel super disconnected from stan twitter? Jimin is a huge exception for me but even with him and even back when I was an army....I don't get the excessiveness there. People will praise their idols at length for things that seems so...normal. Yes its nice your faves a polite guy or it's great he's good at playing so many instruments or he's so good at running and jumping or whatever but I don't know if it's worth this tiktok edit or 200 characters praise tweet. Sometimes it feels like I'm talking to parents (I tutor kids part-time) and they're all convinced their kids are the most special geniuses on earth and that's cute in its way but crazy similar vibe in stan spaces when fans talk about the people they stan. I also think Jimin's my exception because he really does have some extraordinary traits so I can tolerate his praise when he's going above and beyond or like with BTS I can tolerate the "they paved the way" conversation because I do believe thats warranted even if I'm not emotionally attached to BTS anymore. That was something exceptional they did so that does merit exceptional praise.

But most of these idols are way too average or just above average for their fans to be acting like they've discovered the next Beatles or something. The way some stans go on about ending fairies or dyed hair or some basic dance moves is too much. Reminds me of kths talking about V being the master of expressions and consequently the best dancer for them. I don't know - just feels so stupid. Most recently the praise lathered on idols like JK and Lisa - they're definitely not bad but there's such a huge disconnect from the way they're praised versus their actual music or performances. I guarantee you give their stans a blind test - as in make them listen to their music or watch their performances masking their appearance or vocals and they would agree that most of their stuff is very meh. Or the yeonjun dance choreo that was on my tl - it's fine but nothing about it stood out to me to justify how stans were gagging over it. Oh another parallel to this is also like how ships operate - wowowow my faves made eye contact and a micro expression at each other #truelove #married. Making mountains out of molehills

I guess this is the byproduct of hyperfixation whether it's related to stanning an individual, a group or a couple but very annoying nonetheless

I understand this. There's sometimes I see certain praise tweets and I don't get it but I just accept That maybe these people are seeing something I'm not. And sometimes that could be the case.

Most times, these praises are exaggerated, but I also think it is possible that if you look into those idols without bias, you might understand what it is that their stans are hyping up.

And about feeling disconnected from stantwt. I have been for years, and Honestly I'm not sure what I'm still doing on this side of social media as a whole. There are sometimes I see some funny tweets especially, some of the posts from the iwtv community and I'm reminded of why I used to like stantwt but that feeling doesn't last at all. I haven't fully left because of jimin only. As long as I still stan him and as long as I am still connected to bts in some way, I will always have this fomo and that means I'll keep coming back.

[maestro04yayyy]

So, I had some "Match My Freak" thoughts but they need to be spread across two asks, so here goes the second!

 Basically, I have two ideas how I think the post Style Queen story would go, (3 if one wants to imagine Gabriel actually retiring either for a time or permanently) Those being: 

Akuma Juleka, & Violent Tigress Juleka 

The set up is basically the same for both, as established CHloe bounces back fast when rejected by a loved one because well she's used to that and thinks love is something you earn or win and otherwise fight for and if she isn't receiving it she needs to fight harder. So she's already forgotten (Repressed) the horrible things Audrey said earlier and is cheerfully (Hysterically) dismissive when Juleka is concerned about her basically shutting down from the stress of not being able to please her mother and listen to Juleka at the same time. 

Juleka's keyed into enough of Chloe's issues at this stage thats he won't push her too hard but she is concerned.

Things go as normal and then Audrey choosed to take Marinette to New York and Chloe is definitely upset by this; she's not quite as insecure in this timeline & she and Marinette are marginally more chill but this is still the mother Chloe's spent a lifetime modelling herself after in a quest for love choosing another girl over her cos of a hat. Even with her bolstered confidence and better social circle, this is still a blow and she's definitely not keyed into healthy relationships enough to fully understand or articulate it save that she's in pain and her mother just doesn't seem to care. 

Because she's not exceptional enough to warrant being cared for. 

Note: it is possible tat Audrey may be willing to deem Chloe as useful potential staff for a more slow burn version of this, like taking Marinette, Juleka & Chloe to New York, but it being very clear she deems the model and seamstress a tier or two above Chloe who is just staff, but that feels like its own AU. 

Exactly how far things spiral is up in the air, as it could straight up involve Chloe revealing she was Queen Bee and helped save Audrey the day before, which would at best lead to Audrey saying Chloe just threw her one shot at being exceptional away to prove a point, or being furious at Chloe for 'betraying' her. Or it could just lead to them fighting and Chloe fleeing in tears without making the reveal. (Whether she knows Juleka has the tiger could play into this) 

Juleka goes after her regardless, though not before sending Andre a contempt filled glad because he did nothing and or may even try and discourage or stop Juleka from going to look after Chloe as he wants her vulnerable and to come to his side. But whatever the case she slips/breaks away and goes to her and tries to comfort her. 

If Chloe revealed her ID as Queen Bee, Gabriel sends an Akuma after her but Juleka grabs onto it in Chloe's stead, becoming Berserk Knight, and when Chloe tries to talk her down, well Juleka turns Chloe into her queen/maiden whose power is to basically make Juleka stronger/bolster her.

Then she goes on a rampage at Audrey & Andre, fights Ladybug & Chat Noir, though CHloe manages to willpower her way out of Juleka;s control and get her to stop long enough for the heroes to win. LB or Chat likely do tell her she can't be a hero again but that what she did there was exceptional (Sending pointed glares to Audrey) before leaving. 

If Chloe didn't reveal her ID, Juleka ends up donning Roarr and promises the smirking tiger as much havoc as she desires. Cue Juleka pretending to be an Akuma and going on a rampage directed at Audrey and Andre. (Note for the more unhinged AUs this is not a loud rampage but a dead in the night rampage)

She has no real interest in fighting the heroes but may get Akumatized if she loses the fight and oh boy that would be dangerous, but even if not, I'd say she manages to get away after putting some fear in Audrey & Andre's guts and Chloe would probably cover for Juleka cos like hell she's gonna let her GF be blamed for something she did on Chloe's behalf. 

So Violet Tigress is still on the loose in both versions, but has very different relationships with the heroes and Chloe's situation is radically different too. 

Not sure where things would go after that, but I could see Maladiktator still happening (or something like it) when Andre fails t get his claws back into Chloe and she'd likely still get chosen on Heroes Day as well given the circumstances. 

Uhhhh!!!! I love all those options!!!!!!!!

Juleka sure as all is concerned!!!!!!! Her girlfriend is very concerning on a good day!!!! And that was not a good day!!!!

Also for how chloe react to audrey leaving with marinette, I think I prefer that she just has another breakdown in public and run away crying!!! Like this way ypu really show how much that affected her because she really doesn't like showing weaknesses to others, and while I can see chloe transforming or attacking audrey(yelling but I also love if she punch her, as a civilian) that would imply chloe think audrey is wrong, and that's probably not the case, chloe wish she is wrong but chloe always think that audrey is always right!!! So nothing she does could change it, so running away and hide until they go away is the best action for her.

(Also all of them going to new York really is an au of it's own!!!! I can see marinette gicing the miravulous to alya, and juleka accepting the offer because chloe was happy about it, in a If I day now, I would rise from the death just to do this thing kind of way, so turning it down was impossible for juleka even if she really doesn't like audrey, but at least they are getting away from andre)

Also!!!!! I love the idea pf jukeka just using the miraculous and terrorize andre and audrey!!! And just go for a rampage!!!!!(also I love the death in the night rampage!!!) And violent tigress is an awesome name!!!!!(also chloe totally make an alibi for juleka)

Amd oh god that's gonna be interesting to see with other heroes!!!!! Since juleka will probably be seen as another villain!!!! And probably act as one not only that one time because why not? It's not like her action as villain have real consecuences since ladybug fix everything, she just has to be careful about traumatizing people or not to be careful about it if that's exactly what she wants(I actually can see her going after gabriel for whatever reason, maybe he helped andre to gake chloe back, maybe he is keeping adrien away from chloe, anyway gabriel now is convinced tigress know his identity as hm)

Ohhh and having a secon villain and with such raw power and destruction level, might mean chloe will be given the miraculous more often to fight her!!!! And the flirting is gonna be unavoidable!!!! Because chloe know it's juleka and juleka either figured it out or chloe told her!!!!

Also I can see tigress just kidnap chloe sometimes when they want to have a date but andre tried to keep chloe busy with some gala or something like that that she couldn't avoid and juleka couldn't join, so crime is the only answer.(also both of them probably like the kidnap part way too much)

Also really thank you for sending me asks!!!!! I love them all!!!!! And sorry it took me a while to answer!!!!

[scknight05]

20 Questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @racerchix21 and @tizniz (retroactively lol) quite a while ago but I'm just now getting around to doing this.. This is the first time in forever I've been on a device that hasn't been my phone or ipad.

Tagging: @warpedpuppeteer @heroofshield @neverevan @daffi-990 uuhhh... and I guess anyone else who either hasn't done this or wants to do this. No pressure to the tagged people either.. just didn't know who to tag.

1-How many works do you have on ao3?

Currently.. 2.. 😅😅 I had 3 and one point but I deleted one thing that in the end I didn't like. HOWEVER I currently have about 4 or 5 WiPs that I'm hoping to maybe start posting some more stuff soonish if life stops getting in the way.

2-What’s your total ao3 word count?

7,803

3-What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: 9-1-1 (during my ff.net days I've also done some Stargate stuff as well).

4-Top 5 fics by kudos?

1-SIMPLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS 2-All is Lost Again (But I'm Not Giving In). 3-5: TBD lol

5-Do you respond to comments?

I try if I don't forget

6-What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Haven't gotten around to one yet...

7-What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's probably gonna be one of my current WiPs lol

8-Do you get hate on your fics?

Haven't yet but I'm sure it'll happen with some of my ideas I've got planned.

9-Do you write smut?

Negative. Just don't think I can do it any kind of justice to be honest.

10-Craziest crossover?

Published or unpublished? 🤣 If we're going with PUBLISHED, then I had (guess it's still there) a Stargate Atlantis/Torchwood crossover over on ff.net. UNPUBLISHED.. well then we'll probably have to go with my Legends of Tomorrow/Power Rangers Dino Charge (It's a multiverse story that didn't feature the characters/crew in the show other than a mention here or there... that has now bled a bit into 911 territory as well) that may or may not ever see the light of day... Depends on my mood.

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so. Nothing has probably ever been good enough to warrant theft haha

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13-Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Contributed some ideas but nothing more than that.

14-All time favorite ship?

Probably gonna get some hate here but... oh well.. -Chiley (Chase/Riley), Buddie (Buck/Eddie), Tevan (Buck/Tommy), Stackhouse/Markham (this was from Stargate Atlantis and let me tell you.. for two extremely minor characters, those two launched an impressive ship!! Hell they didn't even have first names!! And yes, I jumped in on that ship as well! Obviously since I'm mentioning it!)

15-What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably the Stargate Atlantis/Torchwood one... Or my "Silver Saber" story (Power Rangers Lost Galaxy.. My mind does drift back to that idea every so often but I doubt I'll ever redo anything with it.)

16-What are your writing strengths?

Creating the general idea/premise probably.

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually putting thoughts into words that sound good.

18-Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

If it works/fits then I'm all for it I guess but... thats about it.

19-First fandom you wrote in?

Power Rangers.. I've always been the creative kid and I was writing fanfic BEFORE I even knew that was a thing.. I was just "writing stories" at that point lol

20-Favorite fic you’ve written?

Don't have one yet.. I like some of my ideas but I don't really have a favorite story YET to be honest.

Not part of the questionnaire thing but I'm thinking about starting a side blog just for writing stuff, the kinda give updates and share ideas even if I'm not able to get any actual writing or posting done... haven't decided fully yet.

[gayspock]

what did you think of baby reindeer?

what abt it in particular? i have random thoughts, i guess. but in general i really liked it. genuinely a really moving piece and so well done. and like, i managed to get wrapped up in it- which is saying a lot, bc ive not been able to do that much recently.

i guess i am a bit reticient to talk too much on it in some ways. mostly cuz its about his own lived experience. obviously, its still a piece of art to analyse & is made to be engaged with but y'know... lots of scenes, and certain behaviours was really hard-hitting on a personal level. but i kind of leave that thought there because again, on a personal level (which god not to be an asshole and bold that- but i have to emphasise cuz lord knows who might stumble across shit & misintepret) i feel kinda uncomfortable trying to seek too much self-pitying indulgence in another person's experiences in that way, if that makes any sense.

and tbh i will also say. ive kind of avoided all discussion of it online. immediately skip past everything. not bc i dont think some of the criticism - you know, particularly regarding protecting identities - isn't warranted. fully agree and think thats worth the conversation. moreso its.... i suppose its enlightening, more and more, on how the general public can react to things like this. not to be like oh my god media literacy is dead. but..... mmhm well. who said it was ever alive. but i mean moreso just (and it is ironic, i know, that i said feel violently uncomfortable with the self-pitying crap wrt someone else like this) its fucking harrowing to finish watching that, to know he was no saint, but nonetheless to fully understand everything he did and how he reacted, but to then ALSO plenty of response from certain people calling him... stupid and sick or whatever for repeating certain behaviours. gestures vaguely. yknow. idk. i think its like just severely upsetting in such a specific way so i dont even try LOL

[patronsaintofmistakenidentity]

decided to fully redo my offline music library because last time i did a massive download of my main playlist there was a transcoding step that had a mild impact to quality. for online listening i use a yt music frontend so i can just use yt-dlp to handle the download (skipping transcoding this time) turns out i needed a transcoding step because my DAP doesn't support the opus codec. it supports vorbis, among a bunch of others but initially they were in an ogg container so i had no idea. this is the part where i lose my mind. obviously i'll just use ffmpeg, just a quick for i in *.opus, -c:a vorbis, etc and. wait a minute. how much quality is that gonna lose me. so i go looking for some test results to see what codec i should encode to in the rare case i have to do lossy to lossy audio transcoding. cool aac is probably a safe but so just -c:a aac and wait a minute which one though. so i check the ffmpeg encoding wiki for aac and settle on fraunhofer libfdk_aac. and its not in my build. its not in most builds. there are no build scripts for it. i load up docker in WSL and try to pull an ffmpeg builder container thats supposed to handle non-free builds. the container doesn't exist. eventually i stumble across a github repo that hosts builds through github actions and the resulting binaries are... i think not legal to distribute but i don't really care. i can finally start transcoding it takes some time. but even once its done only ~1200 of ~1700 files have actually been transcoded but i don't even notice that yet because while those were transcoding i was scraping archive.org for .wav and .flac files of some of my most often listened to albums. they take a long time to download but thats fine i have duplicates now though. thats ok thats... manageable. well i can't just compare by filename because a lot of the new ones are prefixed with a track number and other nonsense, whereas the old ones don't have a track title in metadata so i can't use that either. i download a new program that compares them by content. it doesn't take long actually. impressive. i weed out duplicates and finally tell the DAP to update the library. it reports ~1200 tracks. i reconnect it to my desktop. that number is correct. thats how many files there are. fuck. i'm transcoding from the original ~1700 files again now. i suspect there's something my command line shell doesn't like about special characters in about 500 of the filenames. if that is the case i will have to do something to purge special characters from all the filenames and transcode for a third time i have so far been at this since before sunset. it is midnight. further bulletins as events warrant

[dr3smile]

Im happy shelby came in with that ask cos earlier today I was for real wondering what the hell Nyck must have done to warrant the coldest of shoulders with regard to how AT just dropped him like that.

That being said, Its so heartwarming to see them welcome Daniel back with fully open arms. I rly hope that he just enjoys driving again. Thats the bare minimum for us all I think!

It’s so lovely to see AT welcoming him like that. You can tell them as a team really wanted this. I hope he enjoys being back at the team and being back driving. Like the expectations aren’t too high considering the car he’s driving so I think he’s going to do great.

No matter what I’ll be here supporting 100%

[drustvar]

Ch. 4: Dreadlings

Tiny, lingering feelings of dread that only get worse over time.

WC: 2,829 A/N: Rosie says murder is okay! <3. A very dialogue heavy chapter (not that thats out of the norm. these two cannot shut the hell up.) also minor content warning for depiction of an anxiety attack. (Not sure if it really warrants a CW, but better safe than sorry, right?) Ao3 Link in reblog || Full text available under read more.

The sound of a door creaking shut woke Rosie, her throat dry and her eyes bleary. She glanced at Julian, still asleep next to her before she quietly padded out into the kitchen. Mazelinka was nowhere to be seen. The sun hadn’t even begun to rise yet; the sky outside was just beginning to shift from the darkness of night to shades of twilight; but Rosie supposed that, like many old women, Mazelinka preferred to be up early, and must have already left for the day. She settled at the table and stared at the embers faintly glowing in the hearth as she tried to shake off her drowsiness, to little avail. Just as she was starting to nod off again, a faint noise startled her. She strained to hear it come again. 

“No, please.” 

‘Julian ,’ goose pimples began to rise on her skin. ‘ Who is he talking to ?’ 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” 

Rosie felt her blood turn to ice as a loud thud followed his pleading.‘ The guards! It has to be, they’ve gotten in somehow ,’ she scrambled, anxious magic crackling at her fingertips as she threw back the curtain and snarled. “Get away from him!”

But no one else was there. Julian was crumpled on the floor pale and shaking. Tangled up in the sheets like a fish in a net. He looked up and grimaced, cold sweat beaded on his brow. “Rosie, did I wake you?  I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

Her snarl faded into a relieved smile as she scooped him up and set him back in bed and set about untangling him from the blankets. 

“My, you are strong,”

“I told you I could’ve carried you,” she said as she settled back in next to him. He was still so tense, whatever nightmare had awoken him hadn’t fully released him from its clutches. “Are you alright,” she asked. He was visibly trembling, even though he tried to hide it. “It sounded like you were having a nightmare.” 

“Did it? Ah, well,” he avoided her eyes. “That would be because I was. Having a nightmare, that is.” He slumped forward, his arms wrapped around himself. “Seems silly in the light of day, Or, er, dawn. It wasn’t real, after all.”

“But it felt real,” she said gently as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He nodded, pressing his fingers against his temples before he sat up and cleared his throat.

“Why were you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said as she rubbed small circles into his back. She wondered if she had stayed beside him if he would’ve had a nightmare at all.

“Oh? Well, lucky for you, I’ve got some experience in the field of insomnia,” he grinned and squeezed her hand. “Have you tried lying in bed, consumed with guilt for every mistake you’ve ever made?  If that doesn’t work, you can try pacing and muttering to yourself. Or feverishly writing letters you’ll never send.” 

Rosie blinked at him. “Sounds miserable. Is that what you do?”

Julian’s smile turned sheepish. “Well, I…Well they may not put you back to sleep, but they’ll pass the time, at the very least.” He sighed and looked away, his voice somber as he continued. “I wish I had more of it — time, that is. But I’m just being selfish, aren’t I?” He sunk down onto his back, his arm thrown over his eyes. “Do you believe in forgiveness, Rosie?” He peered up at her, pleading for an answer. 

“I like to think so,” she said after a moment.

“Do you think that even truly heinous things can be forgiven? Or are there some things you don’t get to come back from?”

“Julian,” she reached over to cup his face, her thumb brushing lightly over his jaw. “If this is about the Count, of course I forgive you. In fact, there’s nothing to forgive.”

“Rosie, that’s murder you’re talking about!” 

“So? Maybe sometimes…”

“Rosie,” Julian propped himself up, staring wide eyed at her. 

“Y-you didn’t grow up here,” she said. “Under Lucio. You dunnae know what it was like.” 

“Do you?” His question wasn’t accusatory, she could see in his eyes that he truly wanted to understand.

“I…” she sighed. “I cannae remember. I mean, I know I did, but,” she shook her head, her hands scrunching the sheets. “There was some kind of accident, and now I cannae remember anything from then. But Asra did, ‘an he remembers. Lucio killed his parents. Forced him onto the streets when he was still just a wee babe. That’s only the beginnin’ of his cruelty…” she trailed off and tried to muster a smile. “I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, if you really did kill him, you were doin’ the world a favor. Stop feeling guilty. Stop villainizing yourself.”

Julian shook his head and sighed. “Ah, but even aside from the Count, you don’t know what I’ve done. You shouldn’t put me on a hero’s pedestal, I’ve done nothing to earn it. Would you forgive me if I hurt you deeply? Irrevocably? What if I hurt the people you cared about? Would you still forgive me then? What if I took everything from you, and then took more when it wasn’t enough? Could you still forgive me then?”

That gave her pause. She’s always been one to hold a grudge, even over the pettiest of things. She thought of everyone she loved; how far she’d go to protect them.

“Some things are unforgivable,” Julian said, interrupting her thoughts. “If I did something,” he looked away from her and stared at the wall. “I just wish I knew. It’s the not knowing that keeps me up. Well, and a thousand other things. It doesn’t matter,” he turned back to her and gently took her hand. “Thank you for listening. You…you’re very kind.”

‘ You are, too ,’ Rosie thought. Despite sitting next to each other, the distance between them felt like a vast gulf. She wondered if she hadn’t given him an acceptable answer, and she again wished she was as skilled with riddles as Asra was. Yet Julian smiled at her as if nothing was wrong.

“Say, did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally kidnapped a pregnant war elephant?”

“How on earth do you accidentally kidnap an elephant?” She laughed. The tension seemed to slowly evaporate as Julian began the story, wrapping an arm around her as he gestured with the other. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested, on the contrary; it had all of her favorite elements, but despite that she felt herself beginning to drift off again. Faintly, as if part of her dreams, she heard him whisper. 

“I’m sorry, Rosie. But it’s better this way.” ||

Rosie grumbled and rolled over, trying to escape the sunlight that poured through the window. “Julian,” she murmured as she felt around next to her. But the bed was empty. She sat up and blearily looked around to see if he’d fallen on the floor again. But she was alone, save for the songbird singing on the windowsill.

“Julian?” She called as she crept out of the bedroom. The small house was empty and silent, worryingly so. “Julian?” She called again, louder this time, as her heart began to beat faster.

‘ They…they couldn’t have gotten in and taken him, right ?’ she thought as she worriedly twisted her amulet. ‘ I’d have heard them. He was right next to me… ’ 

She opened the hatch and peered down into the cellar. It too, was empty. She sunk down at the table, drumming her fingers against the worn wood grain. ‘If he left, it must have been of his own accord… but why? Will he come back? What if he gets caught, and I’m not there to-’ she shook her head and smacked her temple, as if doing so would scare off her anxiety. She wished Pippin were there to act as her voice of reason, or at least give her hands something to pet instead of yanking at her hair. Her head shot up as the front door quietly creaked open. 

“Oh, you’re er,  already up.” Julian stood in the doorway.

“Julian!” She leapt to her feet.

“Listen, Rosie. We need to talk.”

She grimaced. She knew nothing good ever followed that phrase. She sat back down, and tried to pass off the way she fidgeted with her amulet as casual instead of nervous.

“Sure. What’s up?” Her voice came out much quieter than she’d intended.

“Good, good. But er, not here. Get dressed and let’s go to the market, shall we? More places to talk.”

She didn’t say a word as she ducked into the other room where her clothes had been hung to dry. Somehow, despite having been worn just a few hours ago and for years before that, they felt strange  and unfamiliar. She shouldered her bag, and gave what she hoped was a smile and not a grimace.

“After you, my dear” Julian held the door for her. She looked back at the cramped, cozy interior, and wished that they both were still asleep. ||

Julian led them away from the city’s outskirts and deeper into the district, his arm hooked in hers. In the light of day she could vaguely recognize their surroundings, and as they emerged from the twisting alleyways and onto a bustling street market she knew for sure: The South End. South End’s market was much different from the marketplace near her and Asra’s shop; none of the stalls seemed permanent, and instead of lining either side of the road they were sprinkled randomly throughout, not unlike stones in a river. He came to a stop, anchoring her from drifting out into the crowds of shoppers.

“Rosie, about that talk…Ah, wait, I nearly forgot. First things first.” 

‘ Whatever you’ve got to say, just get on with it, ’ she thought, her lips pursed. But she said nothing, just squeezed the hand that was still holding hers. 

“Mazelinka left a shopping list for us,” he said as he produced a folded, tattered piece of parchment. “Just a few ingredients to pick up. Pickled elderberry, charred newt flesh, blindweed..” he trailed off, clearly not having expected ‘a few items’ to actually be a few dozen. “She uses them for her folk remedies. Most effective pep-up soup I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot of soup.” 

Rosie nodded as she scanned the list. “Standard reagents for green magic. I’m familiar with most of these, this won’t take us long.”

“Magic?” Julian stared at her. “These things? Nonsense. They’re ingredients for medicines. Effective ones, too.” 

“Folk medicine and folk magic closely overlap. To many they’re one an’ the same.”

“It’s not magic,” he insisted. “No one chanted nonsense from a fancy but ominous tome. There were no glowing circles and weird runes. No one bled.” 

“Is that what you think magic is?” She laughed. He’d looked disturbed by the very suggestion that Mazelinka was practicing witchcraft. “It’s not all white doves and blood pacts, you know.” 

“It’s not?” He still seemed unconvinced and uncomfortable.

“Does magic scare you, or somethin’?” She asked, raising a brow.

“I, er, of course not. It’s just-” 

“You know I’m a witch, right?” She leaned closer and batted her eyelashes. “Are  you scared of me?”

“Of course not!” He said, his ears red. “I just…I don’t understand it. Magic, that is. Never have.”

She shrugged. “Some magic is more complex than others. There’s plenty I don’t understand.” 

“But these remedies, I understand,” he gestured at the list. “You mix things together, chop them up, and they work. Or they don’t, and you try something different.”

“It’s the same with magic.” she said. “It’s like a game of trying new things and figuring out what works and what doesn’t. It’s far less intimidating when you think about it like that.”

“Where have I heard that before?” He looked at her curiously. “Ah, it doesn’t matter. Look at you,” he said, patting her shoulder. “Knowing things, and all I know is that I don’t know.” He paused, and his smile faltered. “So, about that talk.”

“Later,” she said, taking his hand in hers as she waved the list. “After we get this stuff. I’ve a feeling you won’t know a ripe fogberry from rotten.” She started to pull him into the market, but someone blocked their path, staring at Julian with wide eyes.

“Julian, is that you?” The person was clad in muddy leathers, with bottles of all sizes on belts slung across them. Black shapes wriggled within the glass; leeches. “Ain’t seen you in the city fer’ years, y’old dog! What’re you doin’ here?”

“Tilde, it’s good to see you!” Julian shook their hand, the bottles that were slung over their shoulders audibly sloshing. “How’s the wife? Still having those headaches?”

Tilde scoffed and waved vaguely. “She’s doin’ fine. Still talkin’ ‘bout moving to Prakra. What’re we gonna do that for, huh? They got no leech market there!” The two laughed and exchanged a few more pleasantries before they parted ways again.  As Julian led Rosie through the crowded street, more and more people waved and called out to him as they passed by.

“My, aren’t you mister popular,” Rosie teased. He turned back to her, the same melancholy in his expression as before.

“Listen, we need to-”

“Outta the way, outta the way!” A street urchin interrupted him as he shoved past them, chasing after a mangy looking dog. “Mopsy, you rotten mutt! Get back here!” The dog slipped on the cobblestones and landed against a rickety produce cart, sending the whole thing teetering. 

‘ Godammit ,’ Rosie thought as time seemed to slow. ‘ This is the second time this week! ’ She braced herself, but before it could slam into her, she was swept out of the way, held tightly against a broad chest. They landed hard, but  Julian had shielded her from the worst of the impact.

“Rosie, you alright?” He looked past her, his eye widening. The last of the apples bounced past them, as all of its brethren had already been scattered all over the street.

“Oh dear, watch out,” he grabbed her again and rolled them out of the way as the empty cart collapsed in on itself in a violent spray of wood and nails. “Are you alright? Nothing hit you, did it?” He pulled her to her feet and dusted her off, hovering over her like a worried mother hen. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Rosie mirrored him, worriedly looking him over for injuries. “Are you?”

“Don’t worry about me, I-” 

“You’d better be planning on paying for all that.” The apparent owner of what was once a makeshift fruit stand had appeared, their hand out expecting payment.

“Oh, piss off,” Rosie said as she put herself between Julian and the vendor. “We didn’t touch it. It was that dog-” She squeaked as Julian swept her under his arm, laughing and waving.

“Ah, don’t mind her, my friend,” he rummaged around in his cloak and produced a small burlap bag that jingled with the clink of coins. “Do you take Galbradine doubloons? Or Hjallen Drakr?” Rosie stared in fascination at the foreign currency he poured out into the vendor’s hands. Some of the coins were gold or bronze, but some were even more eye-catching: several in the pile were prismatic like the scales of a dragon. It must have been worth a small fortune.

“Well, that takes care of that,” Julian turned to face the onlooking crowd that had gathered. “Free fruit! Come get some free fruit, everyone!” 

The crowd swarmed the fruit like flies, and the bruised produce was cleared away just as quickly as it had been spilled. Julian took Rosie’s hand and pulled her out of the crowd into a side street, checking her over again for injuries.

“Julian, I said I’m fine,” she murmured as she squeezed his arm.

“Are you sure? Everything’s still where it should be? I’m sorry about that, should have mentioned the streets can get rowdy,” he paused, gently squeezing her shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you. This next place is sure to knock your socks off. Nice little teahouse, just down the way. We can sit there and talk. It’s cozy, your sort of vibe. You’ll love it.” 

He led her deeper into the city, all the while still clasping her hand. She was grateful for it, and linked her arm in his to bring him closer. But now that she was away from the bustle of the market, she had started to worry again. 

‘ What is it he wants to talk about? Whatever it is, it can’t be good, from how he looks whenever he mentions it. What did I do to make him upset with me ?’ She couldn’t think of an answer, yet at the same time she could think of a dozen. Whatever problem she had caused, she desperately hoped it was one she could fix.

[rigginsstreet]

Drop your dexter thoughts so I finally have a reason to watch the show 🦍 blease I need more shows to watch

first of all michael c hall got a fat ass and personally i think that alone warrants a watch but maybe thats just me

secondly, the utter DERANGEMENT happening behind the scenes like the two leads were playing adopted brother and sister but dated and got married irl and then divorced before the show ended AND THEN CAME BACK TOGETHER FOR THE LIMITED SERIES FIX IT ENDING LAST YEAR which i cannot fully get into why that was so insane without spoiling major plot points but just know i was having a fit last year lmfao

ANYWAY

dexter morgan. sociopathic serial killer to some. poor little meow meow baby girl to me. having said this, cannot stress enough how much he ruins everyones lives around him. and he pays for it dearly. and the journey is delicious (and controversial to some. i however dont have beef with the original series finale but again... cant get into without spoilers)

ALSO ITS ABOUT THE CODEPENDENCY BETWEEN DEXTER AND DEB I LITERALLY CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!! also... yes they are adopted siblings. yes they have weird psychosexual energy so like.... if youre gonna watch this show you gotta commit lmao because when i tell you their relationship will have you on the floor clawing your hair out feeling gaping wounds that will never heal... or maybe thats just me

and to FURTHER the fucked up family dynamics you got harry, their dad, who is a ghost in the show serving as dexters conscious and thats a whole fucking bag to unpack because harry done FUCKED UP his son in irreparable ways (and also deb less directly but like... whew babygirl....)

basically do you love fucked up families? do you love serial killing? do you love bright pastel miami aesthetics? lots of blood? innocent people getting caught in the crossfire of an easily escapable fate had they simply made different life choices? though sometimes its beyond their control sometimes they were dragged into it unknowingly.... this is the show for you

its just... people getting worse and worse and worse. but its also a comedy. i will not elaborate.