Them: So, are you a fan of romance in media?
Me: *thinking about my favorite mdzs ships*
Me: *knowing those ships are songxuexiao and nieyao*
Me: ...Yeah, you could say I'm a fan–
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played the game ok boomer at my family party today, ended up explaining to a room of ~20 of my relatives what fanfiction is so they could understand the question, “in fanfiction, what does AU stand for?”. and then the card’s definition of “AU” was wrong so i also had to get into the concept of “canon”.
can u believe. in front of my whole family. a room full of people, aged 3 to 80. all staring at me intently as i explain the difference between an alternate universe and canon divergence. at one point my mom was like “daina i think we get it” and a cousin and two aunts were like “wait no we’re interested please continue” and i had to say to my own mother in front of god and my i am kenough sweatshirt “sorry but unlike you the rest of them DON’T have to listen to me talk about fanfiction on the regular”. my uncle is a retired judge. my one cousin worked for the federal government in a job that was so classified that for years he literally couldn’t legally tell us about ANYTHING he was working on. and today those men sat and patiently listened to me define “coffee shop AU”.
also, not one, not two, but THREE of the answers for the young folks, i knew solely because they were either plot points on stranger things or they were things i found out whilst reading stranger things fanfics. and then i was the only person in our age bracket (10 people, ranging from ages 9 to 42) that knew who anne rice was, and had to explain yet again that the reason i had this knowledge was because… fanfic.
it was surreal. also my aunt, aged 68, may or may not begin attempting to read fanfic now because, according to her, “there are so many stories where there are these small side characters and i’d just KILL to hear their backstory or like what was going through their minds during the main action!” i’m very happy for her. today was wild.
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guys the "conflict in narratives" debate is all semantics
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it really does bother me how no one can seem to answer the question “what even is romantic attraction, really.” like some people are like “it’s who you wanna kiss and cuddle <3” and I’m like ok well kisses and cuddles can be either sexual or platonic depending on context. “It’s who you feel passion/desire/arousal for” well that just sounds like sexual attraction which you can have without even knowing somebody so I fail to see how that’s romantic. “It’s who you want to go on dates with” I go on dates with friends all the time plus “date” is a social construct anyway there’s really no innate difference between a date and hanging out. “it’s who you have deep feelings for” great news for you that can be literally any type of relationship. my friend told me she defined it as “who you wanna give roses to” and I’m like do u hear urself??? like the more I talk to people the more I’m convinced romance and romantic attraction is an elaborate socially fabricated illusion that has no real defining characteristics. and like there’s nothing Wrong with it being a constuct but why people are so attached to defending the supremacy of it is something I cannot for the life of me figure out
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✰ PHOTOBOOTH
say click! take a pic! with miles g.
genre: fluff
warnings: idk use of the word negro, spanish (might be incorrect)
a/n: we don't talk about the ending. also haha funny continuation from the arcade fic WE LOVE A WHOLESOME MILES
e42 miles and you were still on your arcade date, until you stumbled upon a photobooth. miles didn't like taking photos at all. once in a while he would let you take pictures of him but you'd have to delete them afterwards (you don't) (you have an album of him called 'pictures i should have deleted but i decided not to cause i love my man')
"mami, nooo"
"yesss, miles! we haven't taken pictures in a while!"
"ion wannaaaa"
✰ you'd end up dragging him into there anyways, of course with a few tricks up your sleeve. he raised an eyebrow at you with an unamused look. he knew there was a reason you didn't leave your makeup bag in the car.
✰ he wouldn't like it at first that much, since all you were doing was fake smiling. though, as more tokens were wasted and more pictures were printed, he slowly got into it. a few hugs here and there, lots and lots of kisses, being really touchy, etc. it's what got him excited. with you sitting in his lap and showing affection towards him, that's really all it took to bring a smile to his face.
✰ at one point, you smothered him in stamps of your lipstick.
"ah. mi cara, mi amor. it's all stained now."
"it looks cute, though. mwah."
"aww, te amo tanto. "
✰ when you two got back to your place, you decorated the strips of film with glitter pens and some of miles' graffiti markers while he took pictures of you doing so.
✰ depending on how many photos you two took, he would keep half and you would keep half. he would probably cut a few out and put them in his phone case or wallet and hang up the rest. he would DEFINATELY hang up the one you had stamped another kiss mark on.
goodnight ml
to miles, seen
goodnightt la muñeca
miles, seen
also did u return my markers
miles, seen
...
to miles, seen
... send me back my money rn.
miles, seen
no negro
to miles, seen
yes negress
miles, seen
WHAT
to miles, delivered
© mayeluvsu
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Bruce: Jason. son, you said you had nothing to do with the states stocks malfunction last night. Are you lying to me?
Jason: Well, father. That all depends. How do you define lying?
Bruce: When someone refuses to tell the truth. Why do you ask?
Jason: I define it as when an individual reclines their body into a horizontal position.
Bruce:
Jason:
Bruce: Get out of my office, Jason.
Jason: With pleasure, u old bat.
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