My boy Fabian Aramais Seacaster, captain of the football team, a beautiful and deadly dancer, who personally killed toxic masculinity, who just ended a summer of endless night, who threw the craziest party in a pirate-ship-turned-mansion involving a shrimp jump into a pool of tarter sauce in the first week of school, who's killed the principal twice, who hosts free communal study sessions for EVERYONE in his abandoned mansion, who's the most popular boy in Aguefort history
is a total disaster. he can't talk to his crushes without totally beefing it every time. his cupboards are full of loose egg-fried rice. he shat himself in class. he's so stinky all the time. he regularly falls off furniture. his deepest fear is a level 20 dwarven warlock shitting in his mouth.
Taking a break from my regular content to say, please hug your pets for me. I lost Alfie yesterday. It was so quick. He was diagnosed on Friday with an osteosarcoma in his back leg. It was eating his bone in his hind leg. The diagnosis was fatal and couldn't be cured. They could amputate, but it wouldn't extend his life as the cancer most likely would have already spread. I had to make the decision to have Alfie put to sleep. He enjoyed his final weekend. He had McDonald's, a steak dinner and a Sunday roast. Alfie lived a happy life, one full of love, cuddles and gravy bones. I am beyond devastated. I keep hoping he'll walk into the room and that it was all just a nightmare. His bed, toys and favourite food is here, and he's not. I want him back. I'd give anything to have him back, but he's gained his wings and flown over the rainbow bridge. I hope he's OK. I hope the angels treat him well and tell him he's a good boy.
I don't know how American middle school works. Secondary education is schooling roughly between 12/13 to ages 17/18, so grades 7/8 to 12 (I think some countries go past 12?)
Idk how other places measure their school year; but a semester is 6 months, and a term is 3 months.
I find it amusing that so many people here were like “oh Typhoon wouldn’t trust Green because of what happened to Bob” meanwhile my first thought was “oh Typhoon is the perfect person to help Green with the silverfish.”
Like never has there been a more classically-cartoon-structured full episode, if they wanted to keep playing off of that formula Typhoon could fit right in.
This is gonna get a little off topic for my previous post but is related. When I briefly did YouTube, I remember getting the advice to not expect your friends and family to be part of your audience. Same thing applies to fanfic writing.
Let's be blunt: many of the people I have talked to most often in this space aren't reading everything I write, and some may not have read a single fanfic I've written at all. And this is okay because reading my writing isn't a requirement of our friendship. Similarly: I've read very little of what fandom friends have written for a variety of reasons (the main one being an inability to concentrate). This is also okay.
I think the best mindset with writing is to write what you want to write and write for yourself because you're most likely going to be REALLY disappointed otherwise.
Acknowledging that, yes, kudos and comments are lovely, but you can't firce people to engage with your stuff, and you sure as hell shouldn't take the numbers as an indication of quality. Some of what I consider my best writing has low engagement while my lowest effort shit has the highest. Doesn't matter. Writing what I want makes me happy and will resonate with the right people.
This is my petition for people who create pins/stickers/other things with "she/they" & "he/they" to also include "she/he". I'm kind of sick of being excluded, and I'm sure there are plenty of others who feel the same.
You know how Miguel has heightened senses? So that should include smell.
Imagine if Y/N wore a pheromone perfume, either as a spider or civilian, doesn’t matter. He already struggled enough to not bend you over until you were screaming his name at every point and actively avoided you because your scent was just too enticing, but now? He can’t help himself. You pulled his finger on this one.
He’d whisk you away to a secluded area, his office, a bathroom, hell a storage closet. He’ll press you against that wall and show you just how you make him feel with your damn smell.
“You smell so good.. Was this your plan? You just wanted to torture me? Hmm?”
He’ll give you exactly what you wanted.
AHHHHHHH LOLLI THIS IS SO GOOD🥵🥵
Okay I might write this as a short fic when I get the time bc this idea is SO GOOD