#hire fans lol

[faeriekit]

The Foster Mother

Now on ao3 and VHS release

There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.

“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.

“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite…minimal.”

…Alright.

Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.

Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.

And then Tim walked into the room.

And then Jazzy was there.

*

Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.

She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.

She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.

Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.

(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)

Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.

The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.

She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.

Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.

She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.

Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.

She looked up when he came in.

Tim. Stopped in his tracks.

It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.

“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.

She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!

“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“

“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.

Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.

(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)

She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.

He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.

“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”

Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.

“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”

Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”

Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?

“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”

Which. Whiplash. What a statement.

“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.

Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”

“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”

“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”

Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.

Jazzy waited patiently.

“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.

Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”

It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—

—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.

She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.

“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.

He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.

Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.

It was for the best.

“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”

…Tim’s heart skipped.

He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…

Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?

And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!

“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”

She handed him the backpack by the handle.

…Tim peeked inside.

On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.

And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.

Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.

Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.

It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.

Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.

Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.

“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“

“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.

“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”

Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.

“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!

“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”

Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.

And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.

Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.

He swallowed.

Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.

#dp x dc #Jazz fenton #tim drake #that one time Tim specifically hired a fake uncle so that Bruce couldn't adopt him #free to a good home #Jack Fenton knits btw #I'm not going to continue this but i thought it was a cool premise and needed its time. Have fun with it if you want to! #this is dedicated to all the fulltime nannies at the library who are fully just college girls raising babies #dpxdc #dcxdp #Jazz said is anyone going to raise this baby and was targeted by ninjas for it #I don't have any future plans BUT there is a moment where Dick tries to sneak into her apt to 'check it out' and she fully Gets Him with a #TBI and a Fenton CreepStickTM #also. parents who try to shape their kids by denying them every form of human comfort and access to their interests. You're dead to me #also also also I'm still a Tim Drake Autistic truther #not NOT inspired by the Say Uncle by Megarakles. This one's for you fellow fans #also. if he goes with her. He gets parented for the first time ever and it Sucks Ass lol. #faer fic

[mossy-paws]

Okay so- who’s gonna tell him (PHIGHTING!)

i have a few more of these planned so keep a look out for them :3

(Okay slight edit as I forgot medkits crystals LOL)

#Honestly I kind of suck at animating but I mean for not touching FlipaClip in like. What? A year #I think this looks pretty okay! #I’m planning a phighting vine compilation soon maybe just maybe #It depends solely on how much time I have because I JUST got hired by a friend to do a bunch of comms for him #And I gotta get those done by summer LOL #So my posts may be Fortnite based for awhile once I start on them LMFAO #As of now though I’m just gonna work on my mermaid au and random doodles and stuff #So there should be a lot more of those types of posts soon! #art #phighting! #artists on tumblr #phighting fanart #digital art #phighting #roblox phighting #phighting roblox #phighting art #roblox #my art #fan art #artwork #illustration #fan animation #animation #digital animation #2d animation #animated #art meme #funny memes #meme

[katyspersonal]

People that headcanon Maria as butch lesbian and/or Eileen as black woman and still are kind and respectful to different takes are good and beautiful and lovely and Great Ones can't even help them to ascend any further because they are already perfect and they get so many bitches.

People that headcanon Maria as butch lesbian and/or Eileen as black woman and trash on different takes while accusing people of bigotries are terrible and dumb and absolutely repulsive and do not take homophobia/racism seriously if they think having different headcanons on fictional characters is any of these bigotries, they should stop using the pretense of caring about real world issues to get away with shunning, passive aggression, bullying and cruelty in the fandom for the "awful sin" of being different and Rom would never want to be friends with them

People that started to dislike these headcanons just because of bad experiences with toxic fans should temporarily stop keeping track on fandom updates so they can heal and rediscover them, contradictory spirit doesn't make you free from bad people but makes you another side of the bad people coin and true freedom lays in raging individualism, don't let them claim headcanons as their weapons because butch lesbian Maria and black Eileen did nothing wrong to you and exist to make people happy, it is their enforcers who are bad.

#I kinda helped someone for whom mariadeline got ruined because of toxic fans to like ship again so?? #but I was not able to help someone who went disliking black eileen because of bullying for saying that she- #-did not have canon face so people could not act like she was a representation #bloodborne #fandomry rambles #both bullies and their victims should reject the 'community' mindset and fix their eyes on SOURCE material #what do YOU honestly feel and think? without influence from the fandom? #THIS is your priority #not bending to enforcers nor having different headcanon 'out of spite' #only your honest true non-influenced opinion is real manifestation of your creativity #and anyone who questions your beliefs over HEADCANONS is objectively evil and manipulative #at the very least thankfully bullies are not as organized as they COULD be #they are more like groups of bandits (the screechy guy and their mini-horde of mutuals) #if the Discord Church started pushing this mentality and hire hunters we'd be even more fucked! #doesn't change the fact that these groups of bandits should not exist though #'ugh I hate the community mindset' *makes a post that is nothing but caring about community's mental state* #lol lmao even #anyways I grab both enforcers and 'contradictory' haters and bonk their heads together #do better!

[worldsfirstgayknife]

Someone told me your human designs of the II cast are canon, are they?

LOL NO the only things ive made are that are canon are the official inanimate comics and my iii storyboards (barring anything changed in the final episode ofc) every other inanimate insanity related thing ive made is just fanwork!

#even if they were theres definitely a few id like to update LOL #really wish everyone grasped this ive seen people make some wild conclusions based on some of my fanart #like bros i was a fan for years before getting hired and im still a fan!!! #ALSO PEOPLE WILL LIKE. EDIT MY FANART SOMETIMES. LIKE BROS TJATS JUST MY ART WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT

[constantvariations]

Going nuts trying to figure out why ShawLuna put so much effort into keeping floating Atlas a secret, especially since it had absolutely zero affect on the plot because everyone in universe already knew it!

(Major spoilers for the She Ra reboot) In She Ra and the Princesses of Power, the entire damn planet is a weapon of mass destruction. Not only is this a huge shock to our characters, but it becomes the focus of the finale season once the Big Bad decides he wants to use its power to reorder the cosmos to his liking

Meanwhile, Atlas floats and Atlas falls

This isn't a bomb dropped on the audience that blows their minds, it's the splat of a wet sock on tiled floor that earns at most a "huh, okay"

Totally worth keeping a secret for six years, amiright fellas?

#rwde #been trying to figure out how to word rwbys interpretation of justice as punishment #somehow ended up thinking abt how shawluna always focus on the exact wrong things #my brain is mush bc hr barely hiring people despite there only being 2 people on my shift when a skeleton crew is 5 #the two of us aint even supposed to be on the main floor bc we're in specialized areas so this is fan fucking tastic #and im also the only mf who actually can do the damn job so my back aches from carrying this damn shift lol #so salty that shawluna got a job that id kill to have yet fucked up this badly #these dudes see their dirty faces in the mirror and try to clean the mirror instead of themselves

[theamazingannie]

Me at the end of season 2, ignoring all of the problems I had with the season: ICE COURT ICE COURT ICE COURT ICE COURT

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers #i have way too many thoughts on this season to process right now #idk how ice court is supposed to work with Inej already gone #and it doesn’t even seem like van eck hired them so idk how that’s gonna work with wylan’s storyline #also kaz seemed to actually care about the damage and not just the money with us out of character #also the fact that he has had way too much character development for this point in his story #but whatever #Im keeping my hopes high for next season #at least we have wesper #Gonna go through the tag now so rip to my bone fan followers lol

[rose-lalondde]

naruto but it's my modern fantasy world au

#moon posts #naruto au #the “world” is called nexus b/c rly its an interconnecting set of pocket dimensions that intertwine with earth #setting is like fantasy new york and they all attend one of the elite magic schools #its actually a rival school to the college my ocs attend #one of the arcs is them being invited back to the winter ball tradition that the legacy colleges host #DISGRACED in the magical academia society b/c of orochimaru and danzo omg #during his first run hiruzen had a little bit of sway and respect but then shit hit the fan in his second run and they got blacklisted #minato was working on bringing them back into the elite magical academia scene but ofc he died #fastforwarding tsunade is the one who gets the back into the good graces again and this is when the story takes place #its my au so sasuke parents are alive ummm little bit of an estranged relationship #akatsuki is an underground activist group mostly made of criminals and often dabbling in the black market saurrrr #also as for hire mercenaries and bodyguards #the sand sibs are transfer students and temari is in a master's program #kinda using this au as a way to flesh out my magical academia program lol #oh! and everyone has an affinity to certain magic but there are Restrictions #easy way to explain: overuse of magic that you are affiliated to can cause loss of self (there are exceptions to this rule) #the exceptions are those who are basically already their affinity (elementals). #i also have my own set of gods and divinity but im including the bijuu as like....reminders of the past??? they're still around tho #oh!!!!! and Rin is alive (came back wrong) #instead of being the children of..whatever his name is they're the children of Order and Chaos (who are divorced) #Order and Chaos are some of thee oldest divine beings and are largely responsible for the creation and destruction of the universe #in canon they don't rly have children together

[poppyseed799]

I feel like life series fanon jimmy is kind of mischaracterized and there’s an easy way to make sure you’re doing it right: he has a lot of unearned confidence

#the tags is where I’m going to ACTUALLY say stuff LOL!!! #but like I love life series Jimmy mkay. he’s got that curse of dying first and all. which is what I mean by fanon cuz curses aren’t real #but a lot of fans make it like Jimmy accepts the curse? or even acknowledges that it’s real. which bugs me a bit cuz No He Does Not #(side note tho. I’m not mad about it. I know ppl wanna explore the concept of someone cursed to die first and that’s what they’re doing) #but like Jimmy would just be so in denial about it okay. even if you managed to convince him he would be like ‘..BUT SURELY THIS TIME’ #and this relates to ranchers too. I love ranchers ok. mostly cuz my sister does tbh LMAOO she loves them. but ranchers fan content isn’t #what I’m looking for cuz it’s so often stuff like.. Jimmy being like ‘I’m sorry I’m cursed’ and Tango being like ‘it’s ok love u anyway’ #but it’s really more like ‘CURSED?? NO! WE WILL WIN!’ which I think is MORE fun for the aftermath of their death. meeting in the afterlife. #I NEED to see ranchers content where they keep denying that the curse is real then Jimmy dies and they’re ghosts or whatever and Jimmy’s #like ‘oh no. we didn’t break the curse. tango probably hates me now. he only liked me cuz we thought the curse wasn’t real.’ and tango to be #like upset at first as anyone would be when they die. but then he like notices the way Jimmy is acting and he’s like ‘no.. ranchers 4 life’ #???? what am I saying. hire me for writing fanfic I totally know what I’m doing. #anyways what I’m saying is Jimmy is the canary but he’s the canary that’s like ‘SURELY I can sing for the miners the whole way THIS time’ #he is NOT the canary who says ‘WELL time to eventually stop singing in this cave’ #HOWEVER I do think that although he has loads of unearned confidence and is in a constant state of denial. he does also have that crumble #sometimes. so it’s not totally ooc imo for him to act like that. but it would be rare moments and also mostly post death #ANOTHER SIDE NOTE I WANNA SAY. I HATE the way I’m saying this as if it’s fact. it’s my personal analysis and just because I think it’s right #doesn’t mean I want to present it as undeniable fact. I could be misinterpreting. if you want to interpret life!Jimmy’s character different #then go on ahead. I don’t hate fanon Jimmy I just wish I saw more like how I see him. that is all. #ok I lied I also wanna add that I’m bad at explaining things ESPECIALLY personalities so it’s possible that I didn’t convey what I wanted to #say properly too. sorry. OKAY NOW THAT IS ALL.

[sanchoyo]

interview in an hour send good vibes besties 🥺

#🧿….. #🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀…. #actually a little less than an hour aaaaa I’ll leave in like 20 mins I’ve been waiting All Day impatiently #I want it to be over 💀 #listen even if it doesn’t work for whatever reason. I am trying very hard to consider it practice for other interviews like even if it’s #not The Job it can be A Good Practice Run #nervous. also physically ill rn 😭 im going anyway but I feel like im gonna faint or puke can anxiety stoppp I am trying my best and I look #so cute in my little slacks. im wearing my binder too idk idk the compression feels like a comforting hug rn I need it 😭 #idk what im gonna say if it’s a place that actually asks my pronouns like the only place that ever did that was walmart actually #shit place to work but their more recent inclusivity stuff is better than other local places at least #sucks they’re shit pay and shit abt unions etc etc etc #but u could put whatever the fuck u wanted on ur name tag which was awesome there was a lady called granny and no one knew her real name #and gotta say I was a huge fan of that she ruled #sanchoyorambles #on the other hand what if they don’t hire me bc of my blue hair and pronouns (my hair is actually blue so this is even better . I mean #it would suck but the jokes I could make lol)

[crunchycrystals]

does anyone else remember bratayley.

#crunchyposts #guys i loved bratayley so much i'm watching ashley norton's vid on the chicken girls and im losing my mind #thats the way i learned whwat the word hire meant. when i was a kid i copied them sliding down a slide that had rain on the bottom bc it #looked fun #when i was a kid i copied them putting on m&m makeup and then my face had a bad reaction to it lol #i looked up to them lol i'm surprised to learn how old i am relative to them now bc it did Not feel like that (vague for privacy) #i remember my mom telling me on the ride home frm school about caleb and it was surreal even though i wasnt a fan anymore #YES i liked family vloggers in my defense i was a child i hate the ones now #at least bratayley was filmed by the kids #i watched the shayt/rds which was way worse. wait is that a fucking slur in their name #i dont like that word so im gonna censor it !!!!!!!!! personal reasons !!!!!! #i was there when the shay(???) family got pregnant i have seen things. #yt

[cuntstable]

i feel like the thing is that yes the pucci family backstory is muddled at times and also not like… an incredibly insightful and/or accurate potrayal of racism in the deep south in the 80s but like so many of the points of ”confusion” people have about it are literally answered or implied in text, like it really is not that crazy if you reread it and also are not trying to find any possible reason to be like Oh the puccis are white actually

#like something people bring up is that like #why the private eye pucci hired as teen didnt hatecrime him if he was visibly black? but like its answered in text with the fact that he (in #a scene with otherwise little dialogue) asks pucci if hes from THE influential and super rich family in town. so the text implies that like #what protected him was n.1 his status with the church 2. his familys money and power. and wes has neither #also like i think its also fair to consider that maybe araki just did not actually know much about the kkk when he wrote stone ocean. like #the authors limitations and blindspots also explain a lot lol #but even then i do think it would be weird EVEN FOR ARAKI to write a story about a violent hategroup attacking mixed people and… not #actually include any mixed people. in his story about Racism Bad #but you know how it is with jojo fans and reading comprehension and also more importantly racism… #jojo #pucci posting

[astorythatwritesitself]

Déjà Vu

He feels like they've crossed paths before.

(Also on AO3!)

The dust settles and he slips away in the confusion of rescue and retrieval. Failure never loses its sting- but sometimes it’s out of his hands. He, like the rest of the galaxy, simply needs to step back and process all that happened.

He keeps to the fringes of the Presidium crowd, his steps slow and shaking and clothes drab- no need for complicated cloaking tech, even for overt stealth, even here. The infirm and poor are invisible, wherever they go.

He hasn't seen the news like this since he was a child. Then- every screen, every site on the extranet, every scrap of radio alive with the Relay-314 incident. Now-

The target's well in sight and shows no sign of deviation from her usual route, leaving the embassies and circling the presidium, not long until she boards the line to the lower wards-

The ground trembles.

He stumbles for real, clutching the walkway rail to keep from falling, all thoughts of the target lost because the shaking does not stop.

He pays enough attention to give context to the names seared into his memory. Sovreign, alternately called a Reaper and terror from dark space, or simply a warship led by a madman; Udina, an admirable addition to the Council or a coup waiting to happen; the ship Normandy, officially under Alliance command yet her crew shows a krogan, quarian, turian-

‘anyone who can make them, barriers, for the love of the Goddess!'

The lights have gone out, yet the Presidium glows bright with biotic flares. The arms are closing and there is something here, something dimly sensed that some deeper instinct shies away from committing to memory.

The asari cry out for their Goddess, turians their spirits; countless prayers amidst the screaming and crash of rubble as ships slip in, as geth storm the halls.

He offers his own as he weaves away from the worst of it, lungs burning as he sprints over the lake bridge with so many others, seeking shelter to weather out the storm.

Debates rage and rumors fly; he sifts through contracts and finds a name woven throughout it all. Some hail her as a hero, others call her a maniac, a threat to galactic stability who must be dealt with, an asset that will cripple the Alliance and human interests if eliminated.

He doesn't take those jobs.

Those who want Shepard gone get their wish anyway.

He cannot forget, but the name fades until that evening on Illium. A difficult job and fraught with memory of the Citadel under siege, of his failure to end Nassana's cruelty then and there.

He is aware of the chase, that as he hunts Nassana, Shepard's crew hunts him. But there is only one moment where his steps falter, now as they did then, when the air shifts through the vents-

His prayers have turned to Kalahira when there is a scent like lightning over the raging sea, a figure streaking through the carnage as if on wings.

He slips through the tower, wondering about what awaits at the end.

He had meant it to be his death, but now... now, he has questions.

He hopes Kalahira will be kind enough to hold back the tide long enough to find the answers.

#my writing #mass effect #ANYWAY HAPPY N7 DAY THIS IS THE FIRST THING RESEMBLING REAL WRITING I'VE DONE IN LITERAL YEARS... #shrios #shep tag #tangentially anyway #anyway this was the end result of vague AU trope thinking and how i may not be a fan of hardcore soulmate deals #i do love playing on brief chance meetings before the Big one #& yeah i fully believe SOMEONE out there might try to hire kickass assassin frog to take out Shep lol #thank god he's picky

[paradoxikaa]

my parents did a bad job raising me. just objectively

#perhaps more thoughts to come #i'm a fan of being compassionate to ppl who end up being parents for all the baggage and worldly pressures that might cause them to fuck up #appreciating that parents are people. appreciating imperfect but 'good enough' parenting. fan of those too #but from my current viewpoint after learning and realising a bunch of stuff to the extent that i have #i don't rlly even have words to describe it it's just not even parenting at all #things could be worse bla bla bla fair point but what i got was still not anything worthy of praise lol #anyway. post brought to u by flashbacks of different ways my family treated me like an unruly doll that needed constant tampering #just to still be not good enough. whose consent doesn't matter 💗✌️😽 who doesn't get to have any needs or wants #my nose shape wasn't good enough i wasn't skinny enough i didn't have a waistline (as a CHILD HAHAHA) my hair wasn't straight #put me in schools with abusive teachers and unrealistic demands and don't let me relax at home and blame my chronic fatigue on ✨laziness✨ #and instead of listening to what i need and owning up to their part in causing my chronic illnesses they hired an exorcist on me #that i had already expressed i did not want #every day i fight the urge to lose my entire shit 🤗

[righteousruin]

oh dear lord I am trying to read the n52 bane intro and I can’t handle this I know I’m super late to the party because I quit reading after one of these idk it was ten years ago but my gOD

Mr King with all due respect Fuck You for making Bane's thesis that he fights bat.man because he's too afraid to kill himself like,,,,,,that is quite literally The Opposite of who this character is, and what he represents.  Bane is a testament to living despite the universe demanding you don't, I cannot extend my middle finger high enough to this weird psychosexual grimdark misread of a character whose core trait is survival and perseverance

He didn't go to go.tham to die he went to gotha.m to murder his perceived demons and try to Live for the first time in his life. His whole character arc was about learning that not everyone has to be his enemy and it’s actually okay to care and be cared for. 

You may also take my choice words about implying that venom was a choice bane made retrospectively after breaking out of pena duro -- his whole?? Literally you Used His Whole ‘I’m Innocent’ Psychology and then removed Why he claimed it. 

#negativity cw #i'm kasljda so glad to read that king's run was controversial because this.....this is trash #like general disclaimer this is fandom yelling it's not like. Real Yelling aklsjd #this isn't Real Anger it's Grumpy Entitled Fan Anger asdjkl it's DC hire me to write Bane anger lol #i'm sure mr king is a nice person i just don't enjoy his take on my boy asdjkl #Editors Note || Analysis #ooc #apologies friends I am Feeling in this chilis tonight

[acewizardinspace]

Maybe this is a weird opinion, but I feel like writers have a sort of, idk what to call it, but, a “duty to continuity” of sorts.

If I interpret a scene or character differently than intended, or even just toss out the intended meaning and write my own story on ao3, well whatever. That’s fandom, that’s fun. But you can bet that if I was hired to write official supplementary material for a series, I would do a ton of research first. I would figure out what the original creator was trying to say and match that vision, characterization and worldbuilding as much as possible because that is the point of those types of new canon materials, they are supposed to exist within the framework of a larger narrative.

If you decide to not do this, or try and fail, then you botched your job as a writer for this type of project. If you are writing a continuation of something, but toss out the previously established lore, characterization, continuity, ect. You are probably not a good writer, or at least not good at writing this type of story.

This isn’t to say you can’t ever add new elements to a story or you should always be beholden to the previous status quo, but these things should be carefully considered so they don’t turn into cheep retcons. Don’t get me wrong, remakes and reclaiming of older works that exist to directly challenge the original work's themes or messages are super cool! But those things are fundamentally different from works intended to take place congruently.

And yeah, any time you have more than one person working something, especially if they are not working together, you are going to get a lot of conflicting material that is not necessarily the fault of anyone, different people will view things differently and have different writing styles. I think that is why it is important to have a plan and make sure all people are on the same page before they start writing. Otherwise, you get one character acting super different in works for no reason.

#yes this is about tales of the jedi but it is about a whole lot more too #this is a thing in basically all serialized TV so not at all a new complaint #but it really goes to show that the people in charge of series continuity for basically all TV need to STEP UP #funnily fanfic authors are GREAT at writing supplementary material because we know how to write canon compliment stories #even when we disagree with established canon or the author's themes #hire fanfic authors to write your scripts maybe lol #duty to continuity sounds so serious but I don't know any other term for this idea #but like if fans are watching a series they are probably doing so because they LIKE the series #they don't want to be told all the stuff they like is bad actually and retconned #people who hate a work or the works major themes shouldn't idk be allowed to write for the series? #just write an original work at that point?? Idk #i am posting this to my sw blog but I am serious when i say I am referring to way more than sw here #my thoughts #writing

[orcelito]

Also oh god so many of us like kpop at this bubble tea store apparently bc I mentioned seeing stray kids & both my coworkers knew what I was talking about & we got in a convo about kpop

No this is not including kpoppy assistant manager lol. She's still not back from her trip yet.

#speculation nation #i also saw on one of the new hires' phone background what looked like a kpop boy #might casually broach the subject later #gone is the age of anime fans. here is the age of kpop #lmao im pretty sure a lot of us do still like anime but not as many as kpop. that i know of. #as it turns out bubble tea shops attract a lot of people who r interested in things from asian cultures. who knew. #like yea bubble tea is uh. taiwanese i think?? or thai?? one of those. dont remember which rn #but we get a LOT of chinese people. + the owner & his wife talk in uh. mandarin i think #& we have some japanese things like matcha. #& we have thai tea now too #idk just a whole big mix of stuff. it works out lol #it'd be more useful for my job for me to learn mandarin bc there r a fair amount of foreign exchange students & such #who barely know english & we have to struggle through getting their order. together. #much easier if we have someone who knows mandarin there bc it's just like 'Hey can u help take this order?' and it's all over quick #there was one time tho this japanese dude came in who knew VERY little english #& i knew so little japanese i could barely help him. (this being years ago) #so he used google translate to communicate lol. we figured it out. #one thing is for sure tho. im definitely much better at understanding heavy accents than i was when i first got this job lol