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If your goals basically amount to "after The Revolution everything will be great because people will all have the Good Ethics and work together in my Perfect System and the Evil People with Bad Morals and Bad Behaviour who are making this world bad will be gone (killed/imprisoned/exiled/all converted to agree with us when they see our Perfect System)" then that's just fascism. I hate to say it but you've put a gay socialist hat on fascism.

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she’s gonna fucking kill him!!!!

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yes critical analysis of media is super valuable but I think suspension of disbelief isn't practiced enough

"the beginning relied so much on fate/chance meetings/a bizarre set of circumstances that could have solved the conflict if avoided" babe that's an inciting incident

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The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

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newbie fic authors, shooting themselves in the foot: This fic is bad haha I suck at writing lol I am being mean to myself in the hopes that you will be nice to me but actually am dissuading anyone from even clicking on my fic because all I have done to advertise it is tell you why you shouldn't read it

me: I am King Big Dick of Fanfic Mountain and I have arrived in your fandom with the Express Intention of writing my Very Favorite Fics, which I will generously allow you to read. You're welcome.

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i love having adult horse girl friends. I’ll send them a 100x100px crunchy ass jpeg of a random brown horse and be like “thought of u🐴” and I can literally feel their sims relationship bar fill up in real time

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haha that's a nice starry-eyed ambition you've got there buddy. sure hope the narrative doesn't warp it into something ruthless and all-consuming

#doing the opposite #ruthless all consuming hunger #twisted and warped until it is suddenly now something much more innocent and fantastical

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the need to talk about the characters vs the fear that all of my analysis is just empty prose and surface level understanding

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A continuation of what I wrote yesterday :)

Part 1

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“And you chose to live?”

Something flashes over his face, too fast for Elizabeth to discern and he casts his gaze back towards the horizon, hands clutching tightly at the grass.

“I… the next time I awoke, you had saved me and the pendent was gone.” Will’s voice is quiet barely discernable over the breeze. Horror twists Elizabeth’s gut, knotting it tight as she realizes what she has done. She had stolen from the sea. Stolen Will’s payment.

“Will-” she starts, but he speaks before she can confess all that is perched on her tongue,

“I’m sure it was all a strange dream, Elizabeth. Something my mind conjured up from fairytales and myths while my body struggled to survive.” His tries for a smile, though it is less convincing than his words, and Elizabeth’s heart lurches in fear and guilt that she had quite possibly cheated the sea out of its payment.

“Besides, the sea has had many chances to reclaim me, and not once has it done so.” He turns to face her, shoulders untensing once again, smile more honest than before, eyes fixed on her rather than the horizon. Inside, Elizabeth’s gut flips with uncertainty. Should she confess? Would Will hate her for what she had done more than two years ago? Hate her for hiding it for so long? No, she thinks staring into his gentle eyes, I will not burden him with this, I will find a way to repay the sea on my own. So, instead, she says something entirely too bold, recklessly candid from the significance of what had been revealed, fear and love freeing her tongue,

“I am glad it has not taken you, Will, I would miss your company,” her face warms, at the confession, sea air doing nothing to cool her cheeks and she suddenly realizes how close they are now sitting. A flush alights on Will’s face, something honey-sweet filling his gaze,

“And I as well,” they are near enough that Elizabeth can feel his breath ghost over her lips. Time freezes around them, even the wind dying away as if the world is holding its breath. And spurred by the recklessness and giddiness and hunger for life that swirl and storm together in her chest, Elizabeth’s eyes close and she leans forward.

She kisses him.

For a second, he stills, and she worries that she has completely and utterly ruined their friendship. But then he is leaning into it as well, hands coming up to cup her face. A nauseatingly sweet feeling swells up inside her, and as they break apart, Elizabeth begins to giggle. And then Will is giggling as well, the corners of his eyes crinkling up and he moves forward, kissing her this time. Elizabeth kisses back, excitement and love completely overwhelming as she attempts to memorize the feeling of Will’s lips against hers.

The kisses are inexperienced and a bit bad in hindsight, teeth knocking together as they try to work out how exactly to angle their faces. But Elizabeth’s heart is soaring, and she moves her hands to rest on Will’s waist a bit unsurely. They forget about the world for a while, too wrapped up in the feeling of kissing someone for the first time.

When they part for the last time, gray light is just beginning to crawl over the horizon. When Elizabeth opens her eyes, she sees Will’s face mirroring her own, giddy grin stretched wide across it, eyes shining brightly.

#elizabeth swann #potc #will turner #potc fanfiction #this part of the fanfic is so sweet #you could never guess what the actual premise is from just this #although it is sorta mentioned a few times in the other part

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Have a doodle while I work on a better version!