#who wrote this?

[spacedace]

Okay, finished Death and the Maidens and uh, yeah. Everything I saw that said it was fucking terrible was right. Absolutely hated it. -10000/10.

There was exactly 3 things about all of that I liked:

The concept of Nyssa as Talia's older half sister that's been running around doing humanitarian efforts for centuries (and literally nothing else about her backstory because holy fucking shit what).

The single moment of Talia being happy and enjoying herself and briefly vulnerable and open about how she doesn't have many friends (could have truly been some great character moment stuff in something else)

Alfred's sass.

That's it. That was everything I enjoyed about that story line. What the absolute fuck did I just read?

Anyway, uh. I'm gonna take the 3 things I liked about the story, try to scrub the memory of literally everything else, and work out what I would have liked to see happen with Nyssa & Talia instead and figure out how to incorporate that into a fic.

[cathademia]

looks like the UN Chronicle started using the same recruiting service as the Bloomburg opinion column

[khunvegas]

if 2+2 is 4

and 5+5 is 10

then what the fuck is this?

[geezerwench]

Live for whatever keeps you alive and the day will come when you can live for yourself.

[dudefrommywesterns]

it was amusing to me and my brother that every character was trying to act like mon-el is some type of misogynistic male slut with an ego, when he's just...not.

[vulpixelates]

god i think i lose a year off of my life for every trans-related episode of a medical show that came out before like 2015

[missbrunettebarbie]

When Viserys is talking to Aemma in the bath she says to him "Nothing will cause this baby to grow a cock if it does not possess one." The word cock used in this sense was not commonly used until the 17th century over 1500 years after House of the Dragon was set.

What?! HotD is set in an imaginary world! There is no 17th century!!!

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Headcanons: Petroleum Punks

Similar to the Tank Terrors, the Petroleum Punks were only really able to appear in the Future due to how long it took to take over fuel resources in urban areas in order to create them.  Also like the Tank Terrors, these fusion monsters can carry a lot of fusion matter within the core of their bodies, it being made primarily from a gasoline barrel.  While they can’t carry around as much fusion matter, they can move much faster due to their long, springy legs similar to an ostrich’s.  

Given the emphasis that “they run on fossil fuels” in their description, the Petroleum Punks are more likely to explode from leftover/exposed fuel residue than the Tank Terrors. Caution is advised.   

These monsters utilize long range attacks, using their gas hose/nozzle “arms” to fire streams of fusion matter at their enemies in any direction with ease. If needed, they have a single, giant claw on each of their feet to attack with at close range. They also have two, short tusks for this, but they are much harder to land any damage with since a fusion fighter would practically have to be right in their faces to use them. 

While the Petroleum Punks are as aggressive as any other fusion monster, their tactics are more evasive than most. They prefer to keep back and shoot from a distance, then run to another safe location before attempting to strike again. It’s very rare for them to approach an opponent, only doing so if the enemy seems too weak to lash out. Attempting to chase after them is likely only going to wear on your own stamina due to their insane speed, so it’s best to attack them in an open area where they can’t dive for quick cover and stay light on your own feet. Nanos capable of stunning them are very useful.

Despite their speed, their biggest weakness is their legs, as they’re made of flexible, wooden beams. Damaging one of the legs or the springs connecting the calves and thighs will maim them, preventing escape. 

While it’s a much harder target to hit, they only possess one eye take can only face forward. This eye does have the ability to act as a scope to zoom in/away from objects in its view, but they have to turn their entire bodies around to see in other directions. A stealthy fusion fighter could potentially sneak up on a Petroleum Punk from behind because of this.

[seasaltbaptism]

jason would never need to go to harley for anything other than confirmation of something he already knew or just to make fun of that crazy ass clown.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[gentil-minou]

Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

[mikeluciraphgabe]

I love just putting words on a doc for my final

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[dudefrommywesterns]

this. this is a birthday fic shipping dean martin and a box of apple juice

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

Hmm. How unusual