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Hot take: Actual literary analysis requires at least as much skill as writing itself, with less obvious measures of whether or not you’re shit at it, and nobody is allowed to do any more god damn litcrit until they learn what the terms “show, don’t tell” and “pacing” mean.

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To Know Where the Light Comes From

More Light Than Heat

Chapter one is dedicated to @cantdanceflynn for doing such an amazing job running @dwampyverseawards, which finally got the muses willing to type something up.

Jump Then Fall

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The dinner dishes had been cleared long enough that Ferb would have expected everyone to disperse - but they were still there.  His father was making a cup of tea while his mother flipped through a magazine and Phineas sketched something on a blueprint.  It occurred to Ferb that he wasn’t the only one who missed family dinners now that he and Phineas spent most of the year at the university.  Even Candace - who, theoretically, didn’t live on this side of Danville anymore - was there, making notes in a binder as she talked into the phone clutched precariously between her cheek and shoulder.  She laid it on the table just as he sat back down, having retrieved his sheet music.

“How did you end up doing all of this, love?” their father asked as he placed a tea cup in front of Ferb and took his own seat.

Candace rolled her eyes.  “The band’s last manager was an idiot, but so are all the ones they’ve interviewed so far.  And the festival is coming up really quickly, and then I made the mistake of volunteering.”

“Do you need help?” Phineas asked brightly, looking up from his plans.

She eyed him suspiciously at first, but eventually said, “I think I’m okay, but I’ll let you know.  But that does remind me: do you need a plus one?  You know, since Ferb’s bringing his secret girlfriend?”

Ferb looked up slowly, feeling the blood drain from his face, but no one else acted like she’d said anything shocking.  Finally, Candace asked, “What?”

He raised both eyebrows.

“What?  You think I don’t know?  I take full credit for making it happen.”

Ferb turned to his brother, who looked just as perplexed as he felt as Ferb pointed to him.

“Yeah?” Candace scoffed.  “Who do you think told him?”

“Okay…she might have a point there, bro.”

Before he could say anything - or gauge how his parents felt about this development - there was a knock and his mother got up to answer.

“Good morning, Isabella.”

“Morning, Mrs.-”

His mum cleared her throat.  With a small smile, Isabella corrected herself.  “Linda.  Hi!  Is Candace - oh, there she is. Candace!”

Linda let her pass and went back to her magazine.

“Hey!” Phineas exclaimed first.  “I didn’t know you were coming home two weekends in a row.”

“I bought a new dress for the festival, but the shoes I wanted to wear with it were here…and I have a car now; I can do things like that.”  She winked at Ferb.  “Plus!”  She smiled wide.  “I need to ask Candace for a favor.”

“And you had to ask in person in case you needed to use the puppy dog pout?  Because it won’t work on me.”

Isabella cocked her head, thinking for a moment.  If it were anyone else, Ferb knew she would challenge that assertion…but it was Candace.  “Is…Jeremy around?”

“You think your puppy dog pout will work on my husband?”

Isabella pulled out the only empty seat and sat at the end of the table, facing Candace.

“Johnson, I’m going to level with you because, if you’re planning on having children with this man, you’re going to need to know: I don’t have to use the puppy dog pout on your husband.  The second I - or Phineas or Ferb - so much as imply we might need something, he goes into overdrive big brother mode.”

“Ferb and I concur.”

Candace sighed.  “Yeah, that makes sense.  Just tell me what you need, Isabella.”

“I have a new friend.  And I just found out she’s really into Jeremy and the Incidentals, but something went wrong with TicketMaster-”

“Ugh, TicketMaster.”

“Exactly, so she didn’t get a ticket for next Friday, and I was hoping…”

Candace laughed.  “I didn’t realize you wanted something easy.  Yeah, you can have an extra pass.”

“Umm…by ‘pass,’ you mean ‘ticket,’ right?”

“You’re with the band, Isabella.  You’ve got Backstage All Access.  Do you need a parking pass too?”

She pursed her lips and looked across the table to Ferb, who gave her a thumbs up.

“Nope,” she said with a grin.  “Ferb will drive us.”

“Great.  Done.”

“Thank you so much.”  With that settled, her shoulders relaxed and she looked back at him, curious.  “Why are you two here two weekends?”

“Oh, Ferb-”

A kick - not hard, but definitely present - stopped him.

“I mean…no reason,” he finished too quickly.

Isabella raised an eyebrow at him but, when he didn’t say anything else, she turned it on Ferb.

Ferb blinked innocently.

“Well then.”  She stood up.  “I should go.  Mom and I are going to watch a movie.”

“Ooh, which one?”

“ Barbie.  Did you see it?”

“Candace and I went together.  We both cried.”

“ Mom .”

She chuckled.  “Have fun.”

Ferb slid his chair back.  “I’ll walk you.”

“So you can explain - “ she pointed between him and Phineas.  “- whatever that was?”

“Not gonna happen,” he said, pushing his chair under the table.

“Wanna round up whichever of the girls are here for a Backyard Extravaganza tomorrow?” Phineas called out, tapping the pencil against the table.  “Buford’s coming.”

“Sounds fun.  I’ll see you then.  Check your Snaps!”

Ferb held the door for her and they walked out into the still-warm autumn air.

“You really won’t tell me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.  Speaking of…Candace told them you were coming to the concert.”

“Sure.  I was there.”

“No.”  They’d reached her front porch, and she took the couple steps up while he stood on the pavement.  “She told them my secret girlfriend is coming.”

She blanched.  Swallowing, she said, “Well…we were going to have to tell them eventually.”

“Are you ready?”

“Are you ready?”

“Darling, I’ve been ready.”

“You said they might disapprove because of the whole Phineas thing.”

“I said they’d be confused because of the whole ‘you used to date my brother’ bit.”

“What if they do disapprove though?”

He shook his head.

“Ferb, if it were any other girl, your family disliking them would be the ultimate dealbreaker.”

“Irrelevant.  My family loves you.  If they aren’t sure about us , they’ll come around.”  He took her hand, kissed the back of it.  “And I am sure.”

She smiled, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.  Ferb wasn’t a stranger to touch.  In many ways, he was more practiced communicating tactilely than verbally. He was even familiar with touching Isabella, as he’d known her most of his life and considered her a close friend almost as long.

It’s not that he hadn’t known it would be different.  Kissing her still felt like a miracle every time, and more private activities a spiritual rite all their own.

The surprising thing was how casually intimate the rest of it was.  Their fingers intertwined, her thumb brushing against his skin, his hand on her knee as he drove.  They made him feel good and warm and safe in ways he hadn’t known something so simple could.

Of course, he never wanted to do anything she wasn’t ready for, but he couldn’t say he was unhappy they couldn’t hide anymore.  It had reached the point where not reaching for her hand when he stood next to her felt unnatural.

“Okay,” she said, and it was such a relief no longer having to hide how looking into her blue eyes made him feel.  “Let’s go for it.”  Her free hand found his cheek and she leaned down to kiss him.  It was a brief one, chaste even, but it still made him sigh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, kissing her one more time before taking a step back.  She squeezed his hand and tugged him towards her.

“Or…” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.  “You could come by tonight.”

Stone faced, he said, “I’m not going to tell you what Phineas was going to say.”

“Oh, I don’t think we’ll do much talking,” she whispered.

His breath caught in his throat.  “I’ll see you tonight,” he said finally.  Satisfied, she let his hand slide out of hers and let him cross the street back home.

In the backyard the next morning, Ferb was big enough to admit he’d made a mistake.

Perhaps ‘mistake’ was the wrong word.  He had thoroughly enjoyed himself.  He wouldn’t go back and make a different choice.

Still.  He was exhausted.  Phineas was reading from the plans he’d finalized last night, barking directions.  Buford and three Fireside Girls were hammering and drilling and just in general being very loud.  And Isabella wasn’t even here, so Ferb’s real mistake had been getting out of bed when he clearly could have slept another hour.

His real mistake was getting out of her bed, when she -

“You don’t look so hot, Union Jack.”

He glared at Buford, rubbing the building headache in his temple.

“Late Night?”

“I-”

“Good morning!”

The headache didn’t abate completely, but it was a near thing.  She had her hair up in a pony-tail and was wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt in deference to the cooling autumn morning, but her denim skirt didn’t quite reach her knees.

“You’re chipper this morning,” Buford said with a smirk.

“Why wouldn’t I be?  The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful fall day, my boys are here…”  She sighed, slinging an arm over Ferb’s shoulder.  “And I don’t know what they’re building, but I’m sure it’ll be very exciting.”

“Well, Phineas has his eye on the ball, but I dunno where Ferb’s head is at.”

“Oh?”  She turned to look at him, pouting just a little.  As if that weren’t enough, as if the way her lip jutted out didn’t just beg for him to bite it, her face was inches from his now.  “Everything okay?”

And that was the final straw on a very weak camel’s back.  He swallowed hard.

“I’m going to go make coffee.”

He moved quickly.  By the time he got the pot going, Isabella had slipped inside and into the hall, just out of sight of the backyard.  Ferb spared a quick glance to make sure no one was watching so they wouldn’t see him cross the living room to get to her.  With a hand on her hip and one in her hair he pushed her against the wall, crushing his mouth against hers.

Pulling away for just a moment, she asked, “You did actually start coffee, right?”

He was already dropping kisses down her neck, but he hummed an affirmation against her skin.  Tugging him along, she slid down the wall into the nearby bathroom and locked the door behind them.

When they were finished, he let her return to the backyard first, taking his time to make a cup of coffee he could tolerate.  Once he was back outside, he saw she and Phineas were laughing over something across the yard.

And that had been strange too.  In quiet moments, alone in the twin bed in his dorm room, it had occurred to him that maybe he should be jealous, that maybe he should worry that her feelings for Phineas would resurface, or that his brother would suddenly realize the mistake he made in letting her go.  But every time he saw the two of them together - laughing, enjoying each other’s company - he couldn’t muster it.  She chose him.  And since that wasn’t in question, there was nothing keeping him from being absolutely thrilled that his two favorite people were each other’s favorite people as well.

“Do you think they’ll get back together?”

He snapped to attention, turning to see that Gretchen, thankfully, wasn’t talking to him.  Next to her, Buford released a bark of laughter.

“Hell, no.”

Ferb took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his smile.  He thought he’d been pretty successful, until Gretchen crossed the yard to join Isabella on her project and Buford sidled up to him.

“How much longer do I gotta act like I don’t know?”

Ferb raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t play dumb with me.  How long?”

Ferb sighed and held up one finger.

“Day?”

He shook his head, drawing a circle in a ‘keep going’ gesture.

“A week?”

He nodded.

“Good.  I am not great at keeping secrets.”  His eyes darted from one side to the next before asking. “But, uh…Dinner Bell does know…right?”

Ferb nodded fervently, but it didn’t feel like enough, so he added, “Phineas doesn’t-”

Buford rolled his eyes and waved him off.  “Please.  Phineas was never going to see Isabella romantically.  Isabella was always going to grow out of that childish infatuation.  And you two have been a perfect fit since - well, always, but I know y’all started feeling it in high school.  And I’m actually glad it took you a minute to figure it out.  Means you got a better shot at making it all the way.”

Smugly, he put his fists on his hips and finished, “I might look, act, and sound stupid, but I know what’s up.”

Ferb found himself swallowing back a lump in his throat for some reason.  “Who called you stupid?  I’ll get my girlfriend to beat them up.”

Buford chuckled.  “God, I’d hate to be that guy.  That’s the only reason you aren’t getting the ‘break her heart, I’ll break your face’ talk.”

After a moment of silence, he said, “Look, I’m going to be sincere for about 30 seconds, so shut up and listen, okay?”

Ferb didn’t bother to remind him that he rarely spoke, just nodded.

“I think you’re great, but I also think you got real lucky.  But…I also think Isabella is both great and lucky.  So just…”

He took a breath, and Ferb expected him to tell him not to mess it up, but instead he said, “Let yourself enjoy it, okay?”

Ferb swallowed roughly.  When it was evident Buford wasn’t going to say anything else, he prodded, “You still have about 15 seconds.”

“Nah, I’m done.”

“How are things with Bal-”

“Nope.  Done.”  

Ferb conceded with a slight shrug.  Fair enough . 

When he turned to see how Isabella was doing, she was already looking his way, smiling brightly enough to put the sun to shame.

#long post #hehehehehehe #im thriving #pnf #ferbella

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If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

#most often is some kind of cereal or bagel #but if i have time i like to make things like bacon and eggs

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Maternity kits, medical threads and scissors, water testing kits, anesthetics, mobile desalination units, etc do you see the pattern? Israel is not only starving the people of Gaza but it also wants to ensure the spread of disease through contaminated water and surgical tools, as well as ensuring injured Palestinians suffer through horrendous pain.

It's beyond sickening.

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The other day I told a friend of mine that I never forget to take my ADHD meds because I fucking love my ADHD meds. I'm in my late 30s, I didn't finally get a diagnosis and meds until less than two years ago, and they have changed my entire life.

And he raised his eyebrow at me. We'd been discussing addictive medications a few minutes before, like the Tramadol I finally got from the pain specialist to take once a week or so to give me a break from my chronic pain, so I reassured him that methylpenidate (Ritalin/Concerta) is not addictive (at least not in people with ADHD).

His response? To raise his eyebrow even harder and say "Well it sure SOUNDS like it's addictive!"

And I had to explain to this man - who works in a healthcare related job by the way - that just because medication makes you feel good and helps you, just because you look forward to taking it, that doesn't make it addictive or dangerous. And he wasn't convinced.

The simple fact that I was excited to take a daily pill that has literally changed my life, after decades of fighting to get that medication, made him think I shouldn't be taking it so often. That it must inherently be dangerous.

I'm not even in America, but I'm pretty sure this attitude began there and then spread over here to Europe. This Puritan idea of "if something feels good, you must beware of it. Pleasure is dangerous, it is sinful, it is addiction, it is evil."

I know too many people who subconsciously believe that pleasure = addictive = dangerous = bad. Joy is a slippery slope to hell.

So here is your reminder for today that you don't need to be afraid of feeling good. If something improves your life, use it. Even if it is addictive - learn what that addiction means, whether the addiction is inherently dangerous or not, and whether the benefits outweigh the drawbacks and risks.

My ADHD meds are, in fact, not addictive. But I will take them every day because they make my life orders of magnitude easier. I will enjoy them every time I take them.

My tramadol is addictive. I will still take it. I will keep it on a schedule to avoid becoming addicted, primarily because addiction in this case would mean reduced effectiveness. But I am not afraid of my painkillers. They are life changing.

Take your meds, everyone. Don't let anyone scare you away from doing something that improves your life.

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I love how despite not being a bender, Sokka is the biggest embodiment of everything the Water Tribe values in the show, both good and bad.

Change. Sokka who humbled himself when the Kyoshi warriors proved him wrong and took their teachings to heart. Sokka who always had a plan, a few hundred backup plans, and could still get out of a sticky situation on the fly. Sokka whose friends became bored and aimless without his quick wit and initiative.

Kindness. Sokka who went to save Aang before Katara even had to ask him to. Sokka who saw the humanity in an old man from the fire nation. Sokka who gave Jet a second chance despite being the first one to be suspicious of him. Sokka who showed Zuko to his room and held no resentment against him. Sokka who shielded Toph from falling debris with his body.

Ingenuity. Sokka who invented airships and submarines. Sokka who took down the drill. Sokka who broke into a Fire Nation prison rig and out of the highest security prison in the country. Sokka who levelled Ozai’s entire sky fleet in one tactical manoeuvre.

Love. Sokka who couldn’t remember his mother’s face but carries the grief of her death so deeply that he protects every woman he meets with the same unhealthy hypervigilance. Sokka who instinctually jumps to defend his sister despite their constant bickering.

Community. Sokka who gave up his childhood to become the sole protector of his village and dedicated his time to training the younger boys in combat. Sokka who learned to let go of his hypervigilance and put his trust in the people he’a afraid of losing so they can protect him like he protects them. Sokka who stood alone guarding the gates of his home as Zuko’s ship towered over them.

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🇵🇸 Amidst the rubble of his destroyed home, Ashraf Nafedth burns a book he once treasured—a guide to international law. He now sees it as a lie, failing to protect people like him. The unfair treatment of countries like Palestine by powerful nations like the US shatters his trust in these laws. His burning of the book symbolizes his loss of faith in international law's ability to keep him safe and reflects the struggles of many in similar situations.

🇵🇸 وسط أنقاض منزله المدمر، أحرق أشرف نافذ كتابًا كان يعتز به ذات يوم - دليل للقانون الدولي. وهو يرى الآن أنها كذبة، وفشل في حماية الأشخاص مثله. إن المعاملة غير العادلة لدول مثل فلسطين من قبل الدول القوية مثل الولايات المتحدة تحطم ثقته في هذه القوانين. إن حرقه للكتاب يرمز إلى فقدانه الثقة في قدرة القانون الدولي على الحفاظ على سلامته ويعكس نضالات الكثيرين في مواقف مماثلة.

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hbo max blocks screenshots even when I use the snipping tool AND firefox AND ublock which is a fucking first. i will never understand streaming services blocking the ability to take screenshots thats literally free advertising for your show right there. HOW THE HELL IS SOMEBODY GONNA PIRATE YOUR SHOW THROUGH SCREENSHOTS. JACKASS

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this seems self-centered you know “stereotypical American bs” but I’m curious

#29. i havent visited any of the west coast past like Nebraska #and ive also not done a lot of the south either which is a shame cause i fucking love their food

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A woman went viral for being turned down for a next interview for a role, she asks the recruiter what she did wrong, the recruiter tells her they were “concerned about her lack of effort in her appearance.”

She explains she wore a freshly ironed blazer with a collared top. Her nails were painted a professional beige. She got a blowout for her hair, so a professional style. She had on subdued gold earrings.

The only thing she wasn’t wearing was makeup; she states she really doesn’t wear makeup, and only had chapstick on, as her skin is sensitive. Her lawyer mother has already explained she has no legal case against the company for any type of gender-based discrimination.

Just in case anyone wants to ask why feminists still refer to the “pink tax” or rail against more and more elaborate makeup trends being pushed on girls and women.

Women being punished socially for not wearing makeup is still a feminist issue.

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i hate ferbnessa so much but i am fine with all of the other pairings pretty much. so i imagine hes just in the background covered in motor oil like a gremlin while everyone else is paired off. that guy taking sips of soda behind the kissing couple image

#pnf #i ship ferbella and phinjango but this is hysterical

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yknow i never noticed the sheer rareness of images having ids or alt text on this website until i started adding alt text to my art (and trying to remember to add it to any images i post in general, especially text screenshots) and that makes me kinda sad

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absolutely losing my mind that a bunch of nimby assholes spent $500k to build a sandcastle that was promptly wiped away