#read it or don't

[goatidori]

all these gojou dicksucks beating me at my own game wtf

#GOJOU WILL BE BACK AND YOULL GO BACK TO PRAISING GEGE #isn't it tiresome to hate a man for writing a story that has the pressure yall put on it omg #read it or don't #i also partake in the occasional gege libel but for yall to call him a shitty writer is so insane #he WROTE GOJOU .... he's mommy gojou #and it's clear that as long as gojou is around there's not much room for the characters' desperate attempt to level #watching something go from dim to pitch black is painful but i think it's just a ride before gege imminently writes gojou back in #but even if not - after all of this - do u really think he will end it with his most popular character being useless #i'm not much of the thinkpiece type so i put this in the tags #at the end of the day i'm just here to fantasize about bending gojou over pay no mind #ALSOOOOOOOO #gojou being used as a weapon is absolutely necessary #let's not forget he has done nothing to deserve trust and respect from anyone of his peers #it's sad but womp fucking womp lets focus on WUTA

[evyisaks]

Imagine years into the future- Will is out to his friends and family. The gates are closed. They have defeated Henry.

When Will came out to his friends, they all accepted him. Although, he thought that most of them were still scared for him - especially his mom, brother, and Hopper. He knew, because he had seen it, that they would kill for him but they worried because the world was not ready for a man loving another man. And during conversations with Robin, the world wasn't ready for a woman loving another woman. It was unfair because they all said that love was this beautiful thing and that everyone deserved to have and experience it, but that was only if you weren't different. If you didn't fit with what society thought was "normal," then you were not deserving of it.

Will knew better though. Will had fought creatures from another world. Creatures that were created by a man who was told that he was different and never felt like fitting in, so much that he had to create monsters to have everyone experience the same world that he did.

//

The gang was in college now. Will had met a blue-eyed boy. He wasn't Mike, but he made him laugh and he was interesting and kind. He had never played D&D before, but he listened attentively when Will explained it all.

Will wished with everything he had; he wished to be able to fall in love with this amazing blue-eyed boy. He was wonderful. He loved photography almost as much as Jonathan did. He listened to Hopper and challenged him without sounding aggressive. He made El laugh and complimented her storytelling. Everyone loved him it seemed, everyone but Joyce- and Will couldn't understand why.

He couldn't understand why until he asked her one day, and she told him that it was the opposite. She told him that she thought he was wonderful and amazing, and she was happy that Will had found an amazing friend in him - but that she knew; she knew, because a mother always knows, that Will wasn't in love with him. That his heart was still with someone else.

Nothing happened between him and the blue-eyed boy. Will knew that he was creating fiction, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was some relief in Mike’s eyes when it was confirmed.

It all came down as they were all in Mike’s basement, eyes glued to the screen that was playing "The Breakfast Club." It was the last day of summer break before they had to go their separate ways again back to college.

That night caused Will to toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. Perhaps it was the pain of having to be away from his friends and family again, or perhaps it was just the feeling of loneliness, and that's how Will ended up where he was now - at Lovers Lake.

At Lovers Lake, where he was not alone at all. Mike was there too, throwing stones in the water.

"You couldn't sleep either?" he asked, making Mike turn around and notice him there.

"No. Every time I get back home, I forget how difficult leaving is.”

There was something in his voice that made Will relate to him, in a way that he didn't expect to.

It seemed as though Mike didn't want to keep that conversation going, as he moved on to say, "But hey, I'm sorry about you and Andrew," which honestly brought confusion to Will’s face, and it seemed like Mike picked up on that. "It just sounds like you two hit it off and he seems amazing. So I'm sorry if it makes you sad that you two aren't more than friends.”

"I'm not sad," Will clarified. His voice was firm to make sure that Mike got it. "Yes, he's amazing but I don't like him like that."

And there it was again, that look of relief that made Will question everything. Mike picked up more rocks to throw before nonchalantly saying ”So there's not anyone that you like? No other cute boy from class?” He asked, and gave some of the rocks to Will.

The whole situation made Will laugh because there was no way that he saw this coming. "What? Since when are you so interested in my love life?"

"I don't know," Mike said with a shrug. "I guess that I just want you to know that I support you, and we don't talk much about this. It’s usually me complaining and telling about my latest failed relationships."

Ah, there it is Will thought.

"That's true," Will acknowledged, his eyes scanning Mike’s face. "How's Stacy, by the way?”

Mike shook his head, his expression solemn. "We broke up a few weeks ago.”

"I'm sorry to hear that," Will said, trying his best to sound honest about it even if he never liked Stacy.

Mike shrugged. "There's no need to be sorry. We had nothing in common, and she was kind of mean.”

Will smiled, while throwing a rock into the water "Well, I didn't want to be the one who said it.”

Mike didn't seem to be listening anymore and instead asked again, ”But is there really not anyone else you like?”

Will felt a twinge in his chest at the question. He wasn't sure why Mike was being so persistent. There was wishful thinking, but again, he wasn't sure if it was him imagining it. "No," he replied slowly. "Or well, maybe, but he doesn't see me in that way.”

"Have you told him?" Mike asked.

”Well, no," Will admitted, his gaze falling to the ground. "But it was a long time ago, and I just know. Can we talk about something else?”

"If that's what you want," Mike replied, though his tone was tinged with disappointment. "But I do think that it's a bit unfair if you haven't told him, and you are putting words into his mouth.”

"Mike, stop," Will said firmly, his voice laced with frustration.

"It's just that how are you saying that he doesn't feel the same, if you haven't even told or asked him," Mike pressed, his eyes locked onto Will’s.

"Mike, I said stop," Will repeated, his voice rising in annoyance.

"I'm just so tired of you putting words into others' mouths. Like about El feelings for me years ago," Mike continued, his voice growing heated.

"So this is about you and El? Are you still mad about that?" Will asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"No! It's not about El. It's about me. It's about us!" Mike exclaimed, his fists clenching at his sides. "My feelings are mine. Not yours. You have no right!”

Will fell silent, unsure of what to say next.

"You are standing here saying how you like someone, knowing damn well that you haven't given that person the chance," Mike said, his voice changing from anger to sadness. "And it's been years, Will. Years! And I've tried to forget it. I have tried to buy into the lies about why you said that the painting was from El. But you keep lying to me and I’m supposed to be your best friend, and you say that you like me but you have never been honest with me.”

Will looked away, unable to meet Mike’s gaze. He knew. This wasn’t fiction or something that Will was imagining. Mike knew about everything. ”I’m sorry, Mike. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just didn't know how to tell you.”

”How about you tell me now? No lies. No secrets. It’s just you and me here, please.”

Will shifted uncomfortably as Mike’s words sunk in. He knew he had been avoiding the conversation for too long, but he knew that it was now or never. That if they didn’t have this conversation now then his friendship with Mike would never be the same.

”Yes okay, let's talk,” he let out but refused to meet Mike’s eyes. The rocks that he was holding were painful to hold, so he threw them all into the lake before finding somewhere to sit. Mike followed his lead and they sat there in silence for what felt like hours.

”I know that I messed up. I should have been honest with you from the start about the painting-”

”It’s not about the painting-”

”Yeah I know but I think that all of it started there; the lies. It was easier, even if selfish, to use El’s name as a shelter for my feelings. Back when I gave you the painting I wasn’t ready to admit that I was gay. I wasn’t even ready to admit it to myself. And it wasn’t because I didn’t see you as someone worthy of that truth, but I was scared of losing you; I was scared of what saying it out loud meant.”

"You could never lose me, Will. You should know that" he said softly.

Will nodded, surprised that he was still holding it strong. ”I know that now, but it's not that simple," he said, his voice trembling. "It's one thing to come out, and even that was the most difficult thing that I have ever done. Everything that we faced with Henry and with the upside down, all of it felt easy compared to getting the courage to come out. So then to tell your best friend that you have feelings for them, now that is unbearable. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Years ago, I wanted to be brave and rip off the band-aid because I wanted you to be happy and you were that with El. You loved her and she loved you. I wasn’t wrong about that.”

Letting it all out was terrifying and yet it also felt like the weight was lifted off his shoulder. When he finally got the courage to meet Mike’s eyes, he noticed that Mike didn’t look any different than himself. It was almost like looking in a mirror, and then the hope was back. That wishful thinking, so he continued to be brave. "Would things have been different if I told you that the painting was from me? Would my confession have changed the outcome?" Will asked, hoping for some clarity.

 ”Hearing about the new friend that you made and how great he was, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. And the way everyone joked about you two getting together, that made me realize I wasn't just jealous of losing a friend, but of losing the chance to be something more with you. And now that I know, I can't help but wonder what could have been.”

Mike was standing in front of him now, making Will believe that he was put back in a trance by Henry. "I'm sorry for pushing you into telling me," he continued, his voice softening. "I understand that it's not easy, and I don't want you to feel pressured. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way.

But Will, if you had told me the truth back then, it would have changed everything. You admitting your feelings for me after you came out, and telling me that the painting came from you, would have meant the world to me. Maybe things could have been different if we had been honest with each other."

The tears that Will was trying to delay had now a life of their own and they wouldn’t stop coming down. It was like his heart finally understood what had been going on; Mike liked him back. All of this because Mike liked him back, and wanted to be sure that his own suspicion about Will was true. ”Well maybe...how about we start being honest with each other now?” He asked, this time standing up so that was facing Mike.

”I would really like that.”

And then the confessions started as they were standing there at lovers lake.

"I made that painting for you because that’s how I see you. Because you carry people; you carry me."

"I wrote you letters that I never sent”

He leaned in, intrigued. "Letters you never sent? Why not?" he asked.

"I guess that I was afraid of how they be seen.”

Will took a deep breath and confessed, "I’m so in love with you, and it scares me because I don’t want to lose your friendship.”

Mike’s eyes widened as a smile formed on his face. "I’m in love with you too," he whispered, "and it’s terrifying because I don’t know what it means.”

Will then reached out his hand and said, "How about we figure it out together? I think that everything is better when we do it as a team."

Mike smiled and took his hand, "Yeah," he said softly, "Together."

#byler #this sucks so much but it's been in my drafts for days and if I don’t post it now i never will #read it or don't

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

#obviously she meant 'don't get it done and don't tell him you thought about it' but i am choosing to read it as #'gaslight him into thinking you've been titless all your life' #be shh now #containment breach

[dendrochronologies]

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

#OK. YOU'RE RIGHT. SO WHAT? DON'T EVER MENTION THIS TO ME AGAIN. IF YOU DO I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN. #i used to think about this interview all the tiiiiime i can't believe i let myself lose track of it!!!!!!! #maya angelou #FAVE #editing #*r #god i've read this a thousand times and i still laugh every time it's so GOOD #'OK. YOU'RE RIGHT. SO WHAT. DON'T EVER MENTION THIS TO ME AGAIN' #notifications are off for this besties 💗 #i will eventually turn reblogs back on but 20k notes overnight was a little too much pls slow down ✋️ #also pls do not follow me unless you are desperately in love with me. i can't make silly little personal posts with so many of you here!!!!

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.

That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.

palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.

Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.

This is Hind.

#never stop speaking up. please #this is soo important don't just scroll past it read the story listen to the audio and share hind's story #palestine #gaza #israel #important #current events #free palestine #ethnic cleansing #free gaza #gaza strip #gaza under attack #israel apartheid #we are not numbers #spilled ink #video

[shitty-check-please-aus]

What we need to do is convince all the disney adults in america that high speed rail would be a preferable way of getting to disneyworld compared to driving or flying. We could maybe harness their fondness for the monorail or something, but this is a group of people that has time, income, and passion that we could leverage. If we could direct 5% of the enthusiasm they have for limited edition popcorn buckets into calling their representatives and demanding high-speed interstate rail, we could get it by 2030

#at this point I don't care whether rail is privately or publicly funded #I'll ride the Mickey Mouse Express if it means not having to drive or fly everywhere #if you're on the disneyland side of the country I just don't have as strong a grasp on your psychology as a demographic #but I went to school with some twice a year disneyworld people #if you are a disney adult and you're reading this please don't take it as an insult #I don't think it comes off that way but you never know

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

#adventure time #finn the human #if you are reading this #please be aware this is a joke #this was a random thing tound on Facebook #and no finn really didn't say that #so go ahead and reblog it #just don't take it seriously #some of the people who reblogged this overreacted #so I feel compelled to add these tags to call them out on it #like seriously #chill out dudes #maybe eat a taco or two #tacos are life #so are burritos #ok this is running its course #david zaslav can suck it #i just felt like adding that because he is a douche

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

#ramble #i've only interacted with tiktok via osmosis #but something is eating their brain matter and it makes me sad #it's fine if you only want to read light things (all power to you) but don't whine at me because i write about bad people sometimes #i'm so tired

[orcboxer]

those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them

#orcspeak #edit: this is not about fanfic nor is it about a specific fanfic nor is it about a specific show or movie or book #this post is about the time loop trope itself which occurs in many different stories spanning many different art forms #i don't read or write fanfic and I'm not looking for fanfic recs and whatever character you think this is about there's #an 80 percent chance i don't recognize their name

[bitchofdarkness]

I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"

And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.

Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?

It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.

#semi rant #cry into the void #and no i'm not shaming young ppl in general #it's this new wave of people entering fandom which can happen at any age lbr #and I don't understand them nor do I want to atp #if you're wondering why you can't rb anymore: I switched it off bcuz people can't fucking read and piss me off with their dumb additions

[yamujiburo]

pokeball nails!

#hanamusa #hanamusashipping #jessie #delia ketchum #my art #don't read into their nail length #or do

[thottybrucewayne]

I don't think people realize that critiquing the media you enjoy is fun too.

#thotty speaks #I don't wanna turn my brain off I wanna do close readings and analysis and see the seams of this piece and discuss it at length

[wanderingcas]

people are really looking at stats to determine if a fic is worth reading? no wonder fics that never got popular at the first drop never had a chance 💀

#also people don't really leave kudos anymore #or comments #so stats are fallible!! #don't do this i beg of you #best fic i ever read: barely 100 kudos #worst fic i ever read: most popular in a fandom based on stats #i'm just saying!!!

[elucubrare]

i firmly hold that it's my duty as a reader to believe it when an author tells me at the beginning of the series that the dragons are gone forever and never coming back. but god it's a struggle sometimes.

#that is: i don't think it's fair to hold that kind of genre knowledge against a specific instance of it #not even because while i've read hundreds of bad fantasy novels someone else might not have read any #but because hm. 'the dragons are gone' is the foundation of a kind of feeling - discovery; renewal; awakening - #there's not a way to get the feeling later on without laying the foundation #so even if the foundation feels like busywork for me the reader #it has to be there in some form or other

[chaoticfvckingdisaster]

Something I think about a lot is how Rick Riordan very rarely uses "girlfriend/boyfriend" to refer to Percy and Annabeth within their perspectives. They're so intertwined, even Annabeth says in hoh that the word boyfriend isn't strong enough, because Percy was a part of her. They are a singular soul, too wrapped around each others' fates that regular labels are far too weak for them. But, Rick Riordan uses "boyfriend" a lot in Nico and Wills perspectives, not because they love each other less than percabeth, but to show how much the word means to them. Nico uses it any chance he gets- "his boyfriend," "he actually had a boyfriend," because Nico has never been able to say that before. Their struggle with their queer identities mixed with Nico's catholic guilt and chronic everyone-hates-me disease makes the fact that he has someone to call his actual boyfriend so much more important to his character development.

#yeah ik I'm solangelo posting again listen tsats is fucking me up ok #please god don't take this as me saying will is only important when he's in love w nico he's his own character #and I just read a bit from hoh #rick riordan #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #tsats #the sun and the star #house of hades #chaotic's posts

[tossawary]

One of my personal nitpicks for historical fantasy is a lack of servants, staff, subordinates, and... idk... subjects? Like, their absence is not... a total dealbreaker for me, depending on the situations the characters are in and whether or not I can just assume that other people are there in the background... but so many of the protagonists in historical fantasy stuff are higher-ranking (very often royalty), and/or have busy jobs, and/or have enormous houses that would necessitate having at least part-time staff.

Like, girl, you should have a maid! WHERE is your chaperone?! WHO is driving this carriage?! Where are your footmen? Are you trying to imply that a WEALTHY DUCHESS is taking a CAB?! You know that you probably have tenants, right? Where is your steward?! Where is your lawyer? Your accountant?! (Like, yeah, you're not going to have your lawyer living in your house, but you HAVE one, right???)

Or, man, you're supposed to be a military commander and you don't even have a single secretary?! Where is your SQUIRE?! (In the spirit of historical fiction, I am jumping wildly across time periods with every sentence here.) Man, I know you aren't looking after your own boots. Where are your GUARDS?! Who set up this tent for you?! Who is looking after your horse?! Who is making and carrying the incredibly valuable maps people are recklessly stabbing daggers into?!

SOMEONE has to be scrubbing these floors and delivering the mail and cooking the meals and doing laundry, and they're probably all DIFFERENT people! My dentist has at least three different receptionists and we can't even get ONE for our court wizard here? A sorcerer's apprentice to take notes? Someone like Sherlock Holmes could get away with just having a housekeeper and taking taxis, sure, but your character is supposed to be a KING?! Why is he answering his own front door? He's going to get assassinated. His SERVANTS should have SERVANTS.

Like, yes, I understand that a lot of servants in certain places at certain times were supposed to make their labor invisible, but there have always been servants who still had to interact directly with the masters of the house?! Yeah, there are potentially really messy ethics here, class divisions are bullshit, but I don't think that completely ignoring the reality that humans have ALWAYS been doing work for other humans is better than just including some well-paid and well-treated servants and employees? Because a complete absence of them, especially where logically for the worldbuilding there MUST be servants (and probably exploited servants, or worse, for some particular worldbuilds to work), often makes me think that your main characters just don't care enough to notice the "lower class" people or know their names.

Also, even Frodo Baggins had a gardener and Samwise Gamgee might be the best damn character in the story?! Sam saved the world?! Servants are PEOPLE. Servants are often the funniest and most interesting characters, tbh, with the most to say about a society and its workings (yes, Discworld is a very good book series, highly recommend), and also the joke of some romantic scene being carefully orchestrated by a stage crew of servants frantically diving into bushes to stay out of sight never gets old to me. Teamwork makes the dream work!

I don't want to gatekeep historical fiction, especially not historical fantasy, because the worlds don't necessarily have to conform to our own and may have magic and characters are often in very unique circumstances, but... sometimes I pick up a story and it's like... "Author, please tell me that you know there is a difference between a butler and a valet?!"

#tossawary reading #tossawary watching #I don't know what to tag this as #tossawary fandom #long post #where are your servants