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Anyone who needs an invite DM me!

Guys, if you read on AO3 please try to create an account. So many of us writers are going to be forced to lock down our fics to registered users out of necessity to help keep AI away, and it kills us because we don’t want to stop any of you from reading.

AO3 is invite only. So if you know an AO3 user, ask if they have an invitation to give you (we’re given invite codes to share with others who want to join) because that’s an easy way to get in. If you don’t know someone you can ask, this is AO3’s instructions for requesting one from them…

I know this seems like an extra step and maybe you don’t think you need it and can just read from people who haven’t locked their fics. But this isn’t just about you as the reader. If you enjoy fics and you want to keep them coming, this is how you support your favorite writers! If our stats and comments plummet, I guarantee writing is going to start going down as well. Nobody wants that! So please consider making an account and signal boosting this as well! 🙏🏻

**NOTE: AO3 indicates (as of today) there’s 48k some people in the queue for invites and they’re sending out about 5k per day. That’s not a bad wait at all!!**

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Confirmed. I'm butch as shit and 5'2

most unrealistic thing about lesbian fanart is the butches are taller than the femmes. i've never met a butch taller than 5'4 in my life

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I just think ME2 would’ve been better if Legion had to wear a trench coat disguise like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

If i knew how to mod this would be the first thing i’d make.

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I think a lot about Shepard's fish tank wipeout in the Citadel DLC.

The entire DLC is this lighthearted love letter to Mass Effect, and it's beautiful. But then there's THIS moment. When Shepard falls through a fish tank.

The entire way down, they desperately try to arrest their fall. They have no shields. No combat armor. There is no one to catch them. It feels like this is one of the few times there is ever fear. And they don't land gently. And the cut scene lingers on it. There is no levity in this moment. Shepard is on the ground, groaning in pain, slow to get up, clutching their ribs. First instinct before they try to get to their feet? Reach for the gun. Have that first. Then see if you can stand.

And I think the only reason we can have this moment, where Shepard is vulnerable, injured, and in trouble, is because there is no one there to see. The moment Brooks gets on the comm, they crack a joke. "Yup. Feeling good." While unable to stand up straight.

We get this at the end of the game, too, but that's when the stakes are at their highest. That's when it's supposed to be hard. It's no less magnificent then, but now, in this moment? When everything was happy and fun and silly? MAN.

And afterward, everyone jokes about it. Every single member of your squad makes a crack about the sushi place. And Shepard plays along. Haha, yeah, fell right through it, while trying to change the subject.

No one knows what that fall was like. No one saw Shepard lying on the ground in the bowls of the Silversun Strip, water dripping off them, struggling to get to their feet.

And no one asks, because it's Shepard.

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I’m not going to let you post the funniest thing I’ve ever read in the tags of my god damn post and let you get away with it

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One of the best parts of the Mass Effect fandom is when an 800 lb. alien experiment came out of the tank that raised him to be the ultimate killing machine and held us up by our throat before speaking his first words in the digitally-deepened voice of Steve Blum - a middle-aged man who, respectfully, sounds like he gargles cigarettes - we all looked at that and collectively said:

“MY SON. MY BABY BOY. It’s hard being a parent but it’s a role I accept DO YOU NEED JUICE BOXES MY LARGE CHILD???”

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I know that Mass Effect 3 gets a lot of shit - and fuck knows it deserves it - but I swear it also has the ability to make me feel more emotions than any other piece of media ever has.

Forget the endings bullshit, and the ridiculousness of Kai Leng - it's about Javik's voice when he asks you "Why didn't you prepare for the reapers, human?" It's the old lady whose daughter is dead on earth, but she doesn't know, and doesn't remember she's talking to her asari daughter in law. It's the kid in the refugee camp, waiting for her parents. It's Mordin singing Amazing Grace, Thane's last prayer, Legion and Tali on Rannoch - does this unit have a soul? It's asking the elcor ambassador how many of his people you managed to save and hearing "Not. Enough." It's hearing the casualty reports over the radio in London - areas reporting 90, 95 percent casualties - and knowing there's nothing you can do. It's hearing Anderson whisper "You did good, child" as he dies. It's hearing Hackett's voice and standing up one last time, ready to fight, ready to die.

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After the world’s worst year to date, I’ve finally started writing again! It’s time for me to revisit my long-running fics that I neglected for too long. Why Would I Be With You? is a PreciousMetalShipping fic set in the real world in which Silver struggles to accept that people might actually care about him (And that he cares deeply for Gold...) in the face of the abuse and trauma he has faced at home. If you are looking for a slow-burn, hurt/comfort PreciousMetalShipping fic that deals with some heavy problems, then check it out!

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DUCKTALES OFFICIAL EPISODE ORDER!

Mentioned this elsewhere, but wanted to make sure it was posted here, too:  We’re very excited that both Seasons 1 and 2 of DuckTales are on Disney+ for a whole new audience to enjoy!  We are a little less excited that the episodes have been posted out of order.  As we’re a serialized show and watching in order matters, I wanted to share the official episode order; please spread this around everywhere and get the word out as we try to get Disney+ to fix things on our end. 

DUCKTALES SEASON 1 EPISODE ORDER:

“Woo-oo!” (44-min)

“Daytrip of Doom!” “The Impossible Summit of Mt. Neverrest!” “The Great Dime Chase!” “The Beagle Birthday Breakout!” “The House of the Lucky Gander!” “The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks!” “The Living Mummies of Toth Ra!” “The Tunnel of the Terra-Firmians!” “McMystery at McDuck McManor!” “The Missing Links of Moorshire!” “The Spear of Selene!” “Day of the Only Child!” “Beware the B.U.D.D.Y. System!” “The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!” “JAW$!��� “From the Confidential Casefiles of Agent 22!” “Sky Pirates… in the Sky!” “The Secret(s) of Castle McDuck!” “Who is Gizmoduck?!” “The Other Bin of Scrooge McDuck!” “The Last Crash of the Sunchaser!” “The Shadow War!” (44-min)

DUCKTALES SEASON 2 EPISODE ORDER:

“The Most Dangerous Game… Night!”

“The Depths of Cousin Fethry!”

“The Ballad of Duke Baloney!”

“The Town Where Everyone was Nice!”

“Storkules in Duckburg!”

“Last Christmas!”

“What Ever Happened to Della Duck?!”

“Friendship Hates Magic!”

“Treasure of the Found Lamp!”

“The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!”

“The 87 Cent Solution!”

“The Golden Spear!”

“Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!”

“Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!”

“The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!”

“The Duck Knight Returns!”

“Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!”

“What Ever Happened to Donald Duck?!”

“A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!”

“The Golden Armory of Cornelius Coot!”

“Timephoon!”

“GlomTales!”

“The Richest Duck in the World!”

“Moonvasion!” (44-min version)

Please share this far and wide and make sure to also reach out to Disney+ either on the app or via their various social accounts to let them know you’d like to see this corrected.  Thanks, all!

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is a sea monster going to eat scrooge's ice cream?

Spoilers.

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Is anything you can tell us about Drake and Gosalyn's relationship in S3?

Drake claims that the main reason he became Darkwing to help other kids like himself.  Gosalyn is going to put that claim to the test.

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Life is like a symphony, here in Duckburg!~

Launchpad took the kids out for some karaoke 🎤🎤

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i painted………………. a boy.

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Surprise me

If you want a random Ducktales Pic in your inbox, reblog.

Tell me if there's a certain duck you want.

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this took way too long for such a stupid joke. anyways take some human ducks

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People will tell you you’re too much. Too enthusiastic, too loud, too confident, too weak. Too everything. Too nothing.

He remembers being the little girl who couldn’t act right. The daughter who his parents laughed about being the ‘son they never had.’ Until he was, and they weren’t laughing anymore. And instead of being the little girl who was too much of a boy, he became the boy who was too much of a girl.

He remembers tapping his foot in class, and twisting in his seat. Drawing his knees up to his chest and keeping his eyes on the teacher because otherwise he wouldn’t hear what they were saying. He remembers being shoved. And picked on the way kids do, trying to slowly drive you mad. Make sure you know you’re wrong in every little way. Because you’re not like them and they can tell. He remembers shouting matches with his mother. His father, never even bothered acknowledging him after he came out. Instead choosing to pretend they never had a third child at all. He moves out of there by eighteen.

And his parents had always hated how awful he was at cleaning his room. In his own place, everything is kept spotless, and he’s not sure if it’s out of spite or because he finally puts in the effort to feel like he can breath because— without them— he can.

People tell her she’s too much. Too loud, too rude, too reckless, too much trouble.

He watches steel shutters fall shut in her eyes at the thought of having to face another couple who will leave in a hurry and the agent will just say oh, so gently, “they just weren’t right for you.” She’s the problem child. The one who can’t sit still. The odd one out.

People will always try to make you smaller, until you fit into the box they picked out for you. Drake doesn’t care for that. He never has.

His arm is still in a cast when he signs the adoption papers. He signs it with his left hand and his signature wavers just like his voice after she calls him ‘Dad’ for the first time.

And they match. Not just because of the purple cast she’s sporting on her left hand. Notes in black marker traded in unpracticed handwriting on both of their casts. They’re alike. They understand each other. They’re the ones with too much spirit.

And Drake’s not entirely sure if he’s Dad material, if he’s ready, or if he ever will be. But he would sacrifice the world before he let Gosalyn face it alone for one more day.

“Thanks, Dad,” and she leans her head on his shoulder and he never once doubts if it’s worth it.

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A Wild Goose Chapter 1 - Gladstone

A bottle of Advil rattled to the floor, accidently knocked off its perch on Gladstone’s table. The gander winced at yet another unwelcome noise, a wave of pain barreling through his skull. Gladstone couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a migraine, but of course this morning he had to wake up with one.

If that was the only thing that had gone wrong, maybe this day - no, week - could be salvageable. It was time to accept it. Gladstone’s luck had gone down the drain. The milk had been expired, the car had broken down, he was getting kicked out at the end of the month, and worse of all, Gladstone hadn’t found a 20 dollar bill all week. Living like this was preposterous. Gladstone could hardly go on.

20 minutes later, the gander was sitting in a comfy leather chair across from his uncle, sipping nutmeg tea.

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“A curse, you say?” Scrooge frowned. “I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.” Gladstone let out a weak laugh. His uncle couldn’t know about him and Magica. There was no way. “Luckily for you, I have just the thing!” The older duck stood up and began rooting through his drawers with a passion, mumbling to himself under his breath.

“Aha!” Catching the light from the window, a silver medallion on a chain was hoisted into the air. “I knew the blasted thing was around here somewhere. Wear this, Gladstone, and your luck will be back in the blink of an eye.”

“Sweet! Thanks, Uncle McMoneybags.” The silver was cold in Gladstone’s grip. He stood up, but was yanked back into the chair by Scrooge’s cane.

“Not so fast, lad. You have some explaining to do.” Gladstone’s stomach dropped.

“But Uncle Scrooge,” he whined, “I haven’t done anything!”

“That seems to be the problem. You don’t do anything. Ever. You just show up and mooch off the rest of us whenever it’s convenient for you. And you owe Louie an apology.”

“...what?”

“The last time I saw you, you put my family in danger - “

“ - which you do all the time - “

“ - hurt Louie’s feelings, and never even uttered so much as a thank you!”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” said Gladstone innocently.

Scrooge sighed. “Do you have a job, son? You mentioned earlier your lease was getting up. Couldn’t pay for it?”

“No!” The gander lied. Gladstone hadn’t worked a day in his life, which he was very proud of. Who needed to when money dropped into his lap? But charming his landlord out of the last few months rent on top of his curse got him kicked out of his apartment.

“In any case, you owe me. I’m a reasonable man, Gladstone. I won’t ask much of you.” Scrooge sat down and met Gladstone’s gaze. “150,00, please.”

“You’re crazy, old man!” The younger fowl shouted. “What even for?”

“The medallion, of course!. It’s very valuable, and I adventured in the dangerous, dark, forests of Germany to get it.”

“Big deal! You almost die like, every day,” Gladstone said, leaning back in his chair.

“How’d you like a job?” Scrooge asked, drumming his fingers on the desk.

Shaking his head, Gladstone replied, “I’ve never worked a day in my life, and I intend to keep it that way.”

Scrooge shrugged. “You’ll just continue to be cursed, I guess. It isn’t my loss.” Rolling his eyes, the gander stood up again, clutching the chain tight in his hands. “No money, no fancy cars, no dinners at The Ritz or dates with models…”

“Fine!” Gladstone snapped, mostly to make his uncle shut up. “I’ll go be an accountant like Donald or something. Is that what you want me to say?”

“Don’t use that tone with me, young man. I happen to have a position for you - confidential, of course - and I happen to know for a fact I can get you the job.”

Leaning forward in the chair, the goose said, “tell me more.”

“Well, I do happen to fund a number of organizations, as you know.”

“Actually, I don’t know.” Thinking about it, Gladstone really didn’t know that much about his Uncle Scrooge. Growing up, Gladstone lived with his Grandma Elvira and cousin Fethry. Although Della and Donald visited often, Scrooge rarely accompanied them.

“Anyway,” the older duck continued briskly, “in the past, I’ve given money to the government in exchange to gain access to a particular department.”

“Is that allowed?” Gladstone asked, raising an eyebrow.

Scrooge shrugged. “I suppose if it was such a problem, someone would have stopped me. Have you heard of the TSM wing?”

“The time travel one? That’s fake!”

“In that case, I’d like to know who I’m paying monthly, lad.”

“But...what do you get out of it? Reading files?”

At that, Scrooge looked slightly offended. “Actually, yes. And priceless artifacts, too. Things you couldn’t even imagine exist.A position opened up recently, and I think you should try out for it.”

“What would I be doing?”

“Uhh….” Scrooge frowned. “I’m not exactly clear on that, but I suppose you’d find out at the interview. Are you interested?”

“Can I have the medallion?” Gladstone asked.

“Pay me back for it,” said Scrooge. “And I’ll get you the interview.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You want your luck, don’t you? It’ll be a breeze.”

“Well…” Gladstone pondered for a moment. He did want to be lucky again, but work? He’d never worked! And yet, at the same time, it probably wasn’t much longer until something really bad happened that typically his fortune could save him from. He was backed against a wall here. Slipping the amulet’s chain over his head, Gladstone felt he was being submerged in relief like warm water, a weight lifting off his shoulders. Scrooge was right. His luck was back. “Fine,” he grumbled, “I guess. If it’s the only way.”

“It is,” Scrooge said. “Wear for a week, and don’t take it off before then.”

Nodding, Gladstone touched the chain. He would be fine. How long would it take to make 150,000 dollars? Besides, he was the luckiest duck in the world.