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micer2012 · 5 months

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a reflection on MatPat's plagiarism

Hello, my name is Della, or micer2012, and 2 years ago Game Theory plagiarized three Tumblr posts of mine, making a video that now holds almost 6 million views.

My posts explaining his plagiarism made their rounds on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, but despite the Hermits and Pooka commenting on it (generally in support of me or saying they don’t know enough details about the situation to say either way), MatPat and his team have never owned up to anything, and no mention of my name is present on the video. The one Reddit post they made denying it (which was made before my detailed takedown, which they have never responded to (though the mods on the r/GameTheorists Reddit were kind and made sure it stayed up)) didn’t even mention me by name, just referring to me as “a tumblr user”. (Though one of the screenshotted comments in the body of the post does say my name)

This experience was baffling, but it’s overall had a positive impact on my life. r/Hermitcraft gave me a Golden Apple Award (post of the year, 2021). My inbox was filled with excited fans, wanting to ask me questions or pose their own theories, far more than the hate I got. (Though the hate I got from Game Theory fans was VERY funny. I wondered why none of them gave me shit about saying “MatPat misgendered Evil Xisuma” before realizing none of them read that far into the post.)

And getting on a more personal, and much more important note, I met most of my current online friends through this, including my partner. It helped me grow closer with my irl friends as well and gave me an entertaining story that I tell whenever I have the chance. It was one of the first things in my life that really made me feel like my talents, my autistic hyperfocusing and analyzing of things I love, could be valuable. Useful. Exploitable. It blew my mind that MatPat thought an autistic kid’s ramblings about a Minecraft Youtube joke character were good enough to steal. To put an audible sponsorship on. To get 6 million views off of.

And that’s why I’m writing this post, this update years later. As you might’ve been able to guess, Hbomberguy’s Youtube video on plagiarism reopened this wound. It was really hard for me to sit through, it took days of pausing and taking breaks, because I had experienced everything he was talking about firsthand.

In my 10 page long takedown post, I wrote about how his rewording of my sentences made him say things that were incorrect, just like Filip did. The content farm production style that made big companies like Cinemassacre take one creator (AVGN/MatPat) and turn him and his content into a brand, a voice that reads out scripts by other people with other opinions/theories, is a history shared with Game Theory. What really hit me was Harris talking about how big creators only do this to people they think they can get away with doing it to. How they view their victims as lesser, as not deserving of their words, repackaging them as their own to give to an audience that can gain from hearing them, but deserves better than to have to listen to the original victim.

That’s the thing, I 100% think a video version of my theory to expose to a bigger community than “Evil Xisuma Fans on Tumblr” is a great idea!! Near the end of the video Harris talks about how video adaptations of things could be a great market, even an accessibility tool, and I completely feel that about my posts. I wrote them quickly assuming the reader was someone well versed on Evil Xisuma lore, after not even watching most of the CarnEvil series, and the diagrams I made to explain them are even less comprehensible. Harris makes a joke that I completely agree with,

“I’m sure some of my videos would do very well if someone translated them into English.”

I don’t think I would’ve ever made my posts if I didn’t have autism, and a special fixation on Evil Xisuma and Hermitcraft. I made them because I felt the character was being done an injustice, and because I wanted to share with other superfans this theory that might explain it away. I do think that MatPat plagiarizing me was ableist. I used to wonder a lot if this would’ve happened if my posts were articulated better, if they had been peer reviewed, if the posts themselves had been spread to a wider audience before MatPat made his video. At one point when the discourse was fresh (before I had the time to write out my 10 page rebuttal), a bigger YouTuber (100k subs at the time) messaged me and started talking on Discord, interested in possibly making a video on the discourse, but I think my style of typing and general enthusiasm drove him away. You can tell by a single look at my blog (or my original 3 posts!) that I don’t usually type like this. This post you’re reading now has been peer reviewed and edited, and took me hours to format correctly. That video could’ve been huge, the entire outcome of this MatPat situation would probably be much different.

I also used to stress a lot about “being the one who ruined Evil Xisuma’s story”. If you didn’t know, to me S8 Evil Xisuma’s story got wrapped up pretty quickly and unsatisfying (in my personal autistic opinion). (though this might’ve been due to s8 being experimental and ending early with moon big) There was no real culmination of the plot points and arcs going on, and I don’t want to blame myself, but when Xisuma said on stream (when the MatPat thing was first going on) that he didn’t want to focus on the discourse or draw more attention to it, it makes a lot of sense to me that he just wanted to wrap it all up as quickly as possible. For a while I beat myself up about it, of ruining the story of this character I love, but it’s not my fault. If anyone’s, it’s MatPats, but I don’t think it’s useful to just blame someone else. That’s how the story ended up going, and that’s fine. This is Evil Xisuma we’re talking about, their inconsistent lore is what made them such an interesting character. And notably, Pooka made an animation with an awesome culmination of Jeff, the Dreamer, Evil Xisuma, and his own sona’s story, and it makes me so happy to watch. Whatever Pooka does is of course his own choice, but I’m glad he got to give this personal story his own ending (if it is an ending, and not just the start of a new chapter!).

Typing this all out and getting it off my chest has made me feel a lot better. For a while I wanted to make my OWN video essay about Evil Xisuma’s lore and CarnEvil’s lore, actually going episode by episode to explain it instead of just assuming you knew as much about Evil Xisuma as I did. That idea is still not off the table, but MCYT isn’t something I’m that into right now. Maybe if something else comes out about Evil Xisuma I’ll get back on it, but for now I’m fine with letting that go. But I want to make other videos, share other theories and analysis… if I have the freetime I’d love to make YouTube videos, and if I don’t have the time I’ll continue posting to my tumblr and infodumping to my friends. Apparently my infodumping is valuable enough “content” to steal! Writing this out has made me feel a lot better though, I’m really glad I got it out.

If anyone ever wants to talk to me about the things I’m obsessed with, or reach out to me as a source in a bigger discussion about Game Theory or other channels, my inbox is more than welcome :] Thank you for reading!

Sincerely, a tumblr user.

#exiavojtmmc #hermitcraft #matpat #gt #game theory #hc #mcyt #evil xisuma #hbomberguy #plagiarism #james somerton #jeff the minion #mine #micer2012 #hcs9

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bao3bei4 · 10 months

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ON THE TSHIRT METHOD TO WRITING ESSAYS IN YOUR OWN TIME:

i have had a couple people mention to me that they would like to write essays too, but they are a little out of practice. so i thought i should gather some scattered thoughts into one place. this is not a systematic guide. i am young and inexperienced and still working out things for myself, but this is my basic process and some things that have helped me, summarized.

my biggest single piece of advice is to write with your proverbial pussy. you are not writing for a grade so don't act like it. forget rigor, forget academic style, etc. read what you're interested in, and write following up on the threads that you're interested in. don’t sweat the details. just do you.

if you still need more advice..... here’s a long winded post.

step zero: if you have no clue what you want to say yet

read. and read a lot.

but be realistic. be kind to yourself. your attention is a precious resource, and it is getting eaten up by shit out of your control all the time. if you’ve had a busy day, you may still have the brain power left to read. i almost never do. lol. so make sure to carve out time on a day off, if possible. otherwise you might end up completely fried, reading the same sentence over and over, and ending up scrolling on your phone LMAO. <-- painful lesson also to this end, if you haven’t picked up a denser book in a while, start with shorter articles, especially ones written more recently. if your attention wanders, try getting a physical book instead. the most important thing is just starting things you’ll actually read. i’ve seen a lot of people (and been that person) who was like. “oh i’m going to start with THE canonical text in a subject i’m interested in” which makes sense right? but that book is inevitably long and dense and convoluted and boring. you can come back to it later. this shouldn’t feel like a chore!

genuinely this is the most helpful thing you can do is just. read anything. it may be difficult at first (or always), but it is still the easiest way to engage with the foremost experts from around the world and the entirety of written history on any subject you are interested in. there’s not really a substitute to this.

note: you may say that people can and do come up with brilliant ideas independently of their access to written works. this is true! but if you are one of them, you should skip this section/post, because you already know what you want to say. okay that was a little too facetious. let me revise: when i say that, without reading, it will be hard to come up with more complex ideas than what you have now, that isn’t necessarily pejorative. maybe your current ideas and impulses are original and meaningful and complex. if they aren’t, however, you don’t have to resign yourself to it. your experiences in real life are the most valuable thing you can bring to the table, but it can be very difficult to articulate and contextualize them without community—whether that be irl, or the simple textual company of other writers. you can let other people help you and teach you. basically, this is a long winded way of saying something extremely simple: reading is not the only way to gain knowledge, or even the best. but it is an extremely consistent and relatively egalitarian way.** **scihub and libgen and sometimes the public library are your friends. (my local library’s book coverage is spotty) who cares about piracy. LMAO.

you may surprise yourself by how nicely you fall into little spirals. you read one thing. and you are enamored with the way the author approaches their subject. so you end up reading everything else they’ve written, and then you start on the authors they list that inspire them in their interviews. maybe you just read one article that’s a little dry but it cites something else that seems far more interesting. read that next. and so on.

if you are struggling to read that’s okay. you have options. start a book club (or just get a friend who also wants to read more). if that sounds like too much work, pick a friend to keep updated on all your new facts. you just want to get used to reading something, and telling someone your favorite parts again. skim books. skip the boring parts. drop them entirely and find a more interesting one. no one’s going to quiz you. this is for your own enjoyment.

also important here: read books that make you want to write. sometimes this is because the methods and/or prose of the author are so exciting, you want to do something just like that. sometimes it’s because the content is so exciting, you want to say something about that too. sometimes they speak so powerfully to your own life, you want to tell people this is me!! i see this!! there are books i just enjoy reading, sure, and i do read them. but you know how, like, a good movie makes you want to tell stories too? good theory should do that too, in my opinion.

step one: you have some ideas now.

these ideas don’t have to be set in stone. but you should have an idea now of what you might talk about. personally, for me, i have two interconnected types of essay ideas.

interventions. this is like [tumblr voice] Why Is Nobody Talking About This. i see some sort of hole. maybe i know how to fill it, maybe i don’t.

free associations. basically i read one thing, or some analysis of one thing. and then it reminded me of another thing. and i’m like. i want to tease apart their connections, their similarities, and their differences.

there are more types of ideas, i’m sure. but these are the ones i consistently have. with me, the second kind is more common. very rarely do i find that my thoughts are that original. rather, i’ve found that one of my strengths as a writer is being able to make connections that other people haven’t made, or haven’t made in depth before. IN MY OPINION.

so i find it quite flexible. maybe i watch a movie, and it reminds me of my own life, because i think two women in the movie could be sad queer freaks. and i’m a sad queer freak. or it could be that i think scum villain could be analyzed through the framework of freudian psychoanalysis. you get the idea.

at this stage of the process, i don’t have a thesis, necessarily. but i have a couple phrases i’m drawn to. i have a bullet point or two. i have vibes.

to use an example from this blog, one of my friends hui once mentioned that that one fan image was going around again. we were going ughhh it’s victorian not chinese! together and they said “you should write a meta on it.” i wasn’t sure quite yet what i had to say. but i knew a couple things.

this is, incidentally, because i had done some research into chinoiserie before, because i had cited the zuroski book for a paper i had to write for an english class some years before on pride and prejudice and its use of descriptions of material culture, an essay that in turn was inspired by my random yet deeply felt conviction that jane austen hated me personally and wanted to kill me. this is why i encourage reading a lot. i think.

to work on this stage, make lists. lots of them. i have a .txt file where i keep every essay idea i have. a lot of them are a sentence. or they're lists of books or theorists i think i could make something out of. or they're theses that feel true, but i’m not sure why yet.

it took me a while to get to this point. just like with writing fic, there was a period when i first started where i was like. i only have one idea. i’m going to write it, and then i’m never going to write again. and then i had just one more idea. after a while. eventually you will find you have so many ideas and the world is full of possibilities. it’s a muscle you have to flex. like reading. and telling people about what you’re reading.

actually, i feel like there was a step 0.5 here that i completely skipped.

step zero point five that i skipped: how to generate ideas

my very truly complete “first time writing something semi-academic that was original” (with a loose definition of the word original) was literally just me reading literary criticism of one book, and saying “i think this author’s thoughts can be applied to this other book” and found some textual evidence that supported that the process could be replicated.

this is like, writing with training wheels on. eventually i got better at it (see aforementioned chinoiserie essay. i hope you agree.). but that was a good place to start for me. it made the proverbial blank page less intimidating, knowing i had a scaffolding.

i suggest trying this. see how it goes for you. read around until you find some piece of criticism, or just some theory about how something works, that you like. and using your newfound hammer, go look for some nails.

note: i know this expression is meant to like. be a negative thing. but you do have to start somewhere. it’s okay if it sucks. it’s just for your practice and your enjoyment.

be cautious of stances. weak writing (in my OPINIONNNN) tries to unilaterally defend or condemn a behavior. what you need to do is treat your writing as a bit. and then you need to run with it. you need to take it farther than what is reasonable. if this bit is truly actually deeply true, then what does it mean about yourself? it’s like using a new set of pronouns as a joke or something. you know what i mean? (that was an example of what i’m trying to communicate here)

what else is key to look out for... look for oppositional pairs or tensions. look for perverse incentives and vicious circles. look for embarrassing ideas. that is, what would be extremely embarrassing if it was true? (or to admit that it was true) you may go—tshirt, here you’re just describing things that are sexy. yes, exactly, that’s the point. you want things that thrill.

just keep reading and making notes until everything echoes with something else. now you’re ready for step two.

step two: refine your ideas further.

let me do this by demonstration. once more extending my earlier example of my chinoiserie essay, i knew that i really wanted to take zuroski’s points and basically... steal them. this is called “citation,” i guess. but i thought the following insights were useful to me:

british women were invested in chinese material objects

they incorporated them into their own subjectivity

past a certain point, they no longer “consumed” these signifiers, but these signifers became theirs

critique of one was able to stand in for critique of the other

and from being on fandom twitter, i already had the following insights:

people deliberately blurred the lines between china and england when it came to fans and tea

people also liked talking about victorian modesty when it came to china

so it seemed like victorian england and china had a privileged relationship, in a lot of people’s minds in fandom.

so it didn’t really seem a stretch to say... how can we look at one history, and apply it to our present?

it was a bit of the combo of the two: i saw something i didn’t see people were talking about, and it reminded me of something else i’d read before.

something that helps me a lot is tweeting about my essay ideas. if you have me on my private account, you already know this. it forces me to explain myself to someone who doesn’t know what i’m talking about in a very succinct way. oftentimes, i tweet something out while i’m brainstorming, and then i steal the phrasing back into my essay. see? tweets can be writing too.

this is microdosing on step zero’s “read something and practice telling a friend about it.” now you’re writing something and telling a friend about it.

step three: okay now you can like. open a google doc

make an outline. i know i know i know. i’m sorry. you can start just barfing thoughts if you want, but eventually everything that was on the top of your head will be out. and now you can start thinking about structure. the reason the outline is important is because it makes clear the logical progression from one idea to the next.

i know i usually bounce around in my writing (a tendency which has been magnified here because this is so casual LMAO), but i always want to make sure that my points are substantiated. if we want to talk about how a causes b, we should prove a, we should prove the causal link, and only then can we infer b, for instance. it doesn’t really matter what order that happens in (or even that we set about it that way), but the more complicated your idea is, the longer checklist you need. it’s just a checklist. that’s all.

as you start writing, you’ll probably need to read some more. you’re going to want to say something you think is true, but you’re going to realize that you haven’t proved it (or you can’t). go look to see if someone else has proved it.

maybe you’re right. add that evidence in. maybe you’re wrong. now your essay has a new direction. there is a living thing beneath you. actually, on that idea—

i tend to structure my outlines (if i’m not sure yet what my point is) by pasting a bunch of quotes in a document, and reorganizing them until they make sense, they seem to flow. and then i start explaining why, until i realized i have begun to walk off in a new direction. always embrace that new direction. eventually you will find that you have not been taking twists and turns, but actually you were dizzily walking along a straight path. (unless you have been unfocused and you are trying to say too many things at once. ask a friend to read your essay if you’re not sure which is the case.)

quotes are the smallest unit of your analysis. work with evidence. or, at least, i do. it makes writing an essay like solving a mystery. the idea of just spontaneously generating something new fills me with terror. rather, i want to autopsy something, trace its steps, and then discover how it came to be dead. this may not be true for you. but it’s true for meeeee and this is my post.

tl;dr

0. read something and tell someone about it/post it out

0.5. come up with a bit and run with it

1. think "why is no one talking about this" or start free associating

2. come up with weird connections and tell someone about it/post it out

3. collect all of your posts and ideas into a gdoc and organize them.

anyway i like reading posts like this because i’m incredibly nosy. so i tried to write out the sort of thing i like to read from other people. i don’t suggest you actually try to replicate it (if anyone would even want to.) practically basically i just encourage you to try any single part of this that you think was interesting or relatable or helpful. personally, i suggest reading a book and posting your favorite lines from it. if you do this a couple times, i think you will find the seeds of an essay waiting for you in your own posts.

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daydreamwritting · 2 months

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Until He Wasn't Part 1

Light Yagami was the perfect boyfriend...until he wasn't. When high school sweethearts turn into a murderous nightmare, Y/N must get out of this relationship alive, finding some surprising company in the process.

Relationship's: Light x reader, L Lawliet x reader

Warnings: abusive relationship, Light Yagami being a mass murderer as usual, mentions of sex, mentions of suicide (no details), cheating (kinda. is it really cheating or is it escaping?)

Not edited, feedback is appreciated! :)

I would also like to note that I originally sent this idea as a request to cat3ch1sm on tumblr but couldn't get it out of my head. So if this ends up being familiar that's my bad. I will link their version of this of they post it!

You sat at your desk, staring at the textbook in front of you like you have been for the past three hours. Homework and studying all seemed so pointless now. It's been five hours since you left your boyfriends house. About six weeks since you watched Light go off the deep end. Six weeks since you realized just how trapped you were.

You didn't think too much of it the day Light picked up the Death Note. You both laughed as you read through the first page of rules. Eventually, curiosity got the better of both of you, and when Light suggested trying it on a criminal, you thought it was an ideal solution, not like either of you were actually expecting it to work. From there on Light continued to kill off criminals, and although you didn't necessarily agree with what he was doing, watching him save a bunch of hostages from his desk chair isn't something you can easily get angry at. You figured if this is how Light would be using the death note, the world should be thanking him.

To be fair, you didn't notice just how often Light was spending with the notebook. You and Light were so caught up in your studies that most of your dates recently happened at nearby cafes or the library. Which was the exact reason you were so excited to go to Light's house that day.

You slammed the textbook shut, trying to make sense of where it all went wrong. It was just a normal afternoon in the Yagami house. You were with Light in his room, cuddling on his bed and lazily watching the tv, just wanting to forget about the stress of school and spend time with each other. It was a shock to both of you when a man appeared on the tv claiming to be world class detective known as L. You and Light sat up, both of you having heard of L before, seeing his face was something new though. The few minutes chilled you to your core.

"Criminals around the world are being murdered by a serial killer. I consider this crime to be the most atrocious act of murder in history. I-" You tuned out the rest of the sentence as you turned to Light. His face was unreadable.

"Light?" You whispered. He ignored you as he stood up and grabbed the death note from his desk drawer, having to flip through dozens of pages to get to an empty one. "How many names have you written, Light?" You stayed frozen at your spot on the bed. When did he have time for all of this?

"I anticipated that the police might get involved and that something like this might happen."

"The police? Light how many names did you write?....Light!" He continued to ignore you, listening to the man on the small screen instead.

Light slowly grabbed a pen from his desk. "You see YN, I have been using the death note to protect the innocent. Call it justice if you will." You watched, unable to do anything as he wrote down the detectives name. When he was done, he turned to stare at you as you watched the detective collapse onto the ground in horror. "I plan to use it to create a new world. A world of peace to be desired. And any who oppose it, lets just say I move them out of my way. Do you understand?" He stared as you intensely as you nodded slowly. This version of Light scared the shit out of you, and something told you he'd be sticking around.

Since that day, the Light you knew disappeared. The facade was always kept up to throw off his family and the police force, but you knew it was all for show. The Light you knew was gone, and Kira had taken his place.

L would have to be a fool to believe that you were as clueless as you acted. Since Light first introduced you he knew that was his ticket to the truth. You were smart just like Light, but your grades have plummeted drastically in the past few months, whatever facade Light was keeping up was clearly more difficult for you to follow. But other than that, there was nothing else L could find suspicious with the couple. If you knew anything at all you kept it well hidden. If you knew L had placed cameras around the Yagami house you certainly didn't show it. L was pretty certain from what he knew about you that you wouldn't let Light touch you like that knowing others were watching.

"Certainly we can rule out my son now?" The police chief said, his face red from the uncomfortable scene they all just watched play out on the monitors in front of them.

"No." L replied, "I don't believe Light would go through such lengths to keep people out of his room just to be sexually active with his girlfriend of three years. I mean certainly that part shouldn't have been a surprise to you."

"I just don't understand what exactly we are looking for." Masuda stated. "Light just seems like a normal teenager. Shouldn't we be looking elsewhere? I mean, not to undermine your intelligence, it just that Kira is still killing and we aren't finding anything watching Light."

"You're right." L said blankly. Masuda smiled. "I want camera all over Y/N's house."

"You can't be serious?" Chief Yagami said, putting his fingers to his temple, trying to relieve his oncoming headache.

"I'm always serious. You are all dismissed for the day. We will resume tomorrow."

That night all L thought of was you as he sat with his legs up to his chest, case files scattered out in front of him. He reviewed everything he knew about your relationship with Light. You had both met in class, both straight A students, its obvious why you two got together. According to Chief Yagami you have been nothing but pleasant to be around, and the few times Light has brought you around he had to agree. You seemed too nice for your own good. He wouldn't put it past Light to keep you in the dark about this, but something about that felt off to L. On the off chance that Light would be able to detect the cameras in his house, he purposefully left them out of yours. He wanted Light to think you weren't a suspect. L also knew you spent most of your time with Light in public or at his own house.

The next day, after everyone else was dismissed early for the evening, L, Chief Yagami, and Matsuda stayed behind to review footage from your house. To most, seeing you study at your desk with your textbook wouldn't raise any suspicion, but L has noticed that you haven't flipped a page in over forty minutes. Without any warning you slammed the textbook shut, startling the less observant police officers. Taking a closer look at the screen L noticed you were crying. "Well this is something new." From what L knew of you, you were normally very composed. The three watched in shock as the silent tears turned into full out sobs. This was the breakdown L was hoping to see, but it all ended too soon as you stood up and exited your house.

"So that tells us absolutely nothing." Matsuda scoffed.

"That told us absolutely everything." L stated as he rose from his chair and headed to the exit, "You are dismissed. I have something important to attend to."

You left your house in a hurry, tears still streaming down your face. luckily it was getting dark, most families were having dinner so you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing you uncontrollably sob as you walked a few blocks down to your favorite park. You sat down on a wooden bunch under your favorite tree. You always came here when you felt overwhelmed, something about the fresh air and surrounding greenery gave you some piece from the chaos that is now life. To be honest you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up, and Light knew it. He had you on a tight leash at this point, you knew he'd never let you walk away from the situation. Light was no longer the loving boyfriend you knew, every day he would remind you just how easily he can write your name in the book if you said anything. Lights reaction alone to you suggesting wanting to walk away with the promise of not saying anything was enough to convince you he was going to write your name down then and there.

"It's a nice night for a walk." L voice startled you as you quickly turned to face him, fear clear on your face.

You attempted to wipe your tears and act normal around the detective. You knew he was L, although Light did nothing but threaten you he did keep you in the loop, that and you've seen him a few times when Light would bring you with him to the task force. Realizing L was waiting for a response, you tried to act as normal as possible. "I just wanted some fresh air to clear my head. Ya know, studying and all."

"Clear your head from studying or clearing your head from that fact that your boyfriend is Kira." You froze. You knew L has been suspecting Light, but you never thought he'd come to you directly. You hesitated to answer, almost expecting a swarm of police officers to come out and arrest you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You tired to say without your voice shaking, failing miserably.

L sat down next to you, looking you dead in the eyes. "As you know Light is currently being monitored, I can assure you he is currently at his house having dinner with his family. Chief Yagami is to inform me if he leaves the residence. So if you have something to tell me, now would be the time."

You stayed quiet, staring at the ground unsure of what to do. Sure Light was in the dark right now but how long would that last? How long until he knows you talked to L? Light was smart and he would find a way to kill you without making it look suspicious on his end. It would be easy enough, You're about to fail out of college, seems like a good enough excuse for a suicide.

"Y/N, if Light is Kira we need to know. " L tired again, not surprised by you silence as he tried a different approach. "You don't have to be involved with this Y/N. If Light is who I think he is, I want you to look over at the pond off to the right and we will get you out of here. The plan is already set, tomorrow when Light stops by, your father will inform him that the school has assigned you a tutor for your studies. We can discuss the rest when we get you somewhere safe." L knew this was a long shot. There was only about a 5% chance Light was actually Kira, but that was a chance he was willing to take. He knew he had the right decision when your eyes shifted over to the pond. With that L and you stood as he guided you Watari waiting in a nearby car.

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #light yagami x reader #l lawliet x reader #ryuk

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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"The Lover's Quarrel" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve gets beat up, Reader has to clean him up, and then they tell each other "I love you" for the first time.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader (only one use of Y/N)

Word Count: 535

Content Warning: explicit language, Billy makes derogatory sexual comments about Reader, mentions of blood, Steve do be injured, mild mention of food, lmk if I missed anything!

Genre: Angst to Fluff? idk whatever "taking care of each other" falls into 🤣

Extra Notes: yeah crappy summary as per usual, i know 🤩

Based On the Prompt: "I've Got Red In My Ledger" - broken nose (from 2021 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/23/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

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"You gotta stop doing this," I commented, placing the ice pack over Steve's now blackened eye.

"He was asking for it," he mumbled, wincing at the coldness.

I turned back to face him, dabbing at the blood sliding down his lip. "What did he do this time?" I asked, already knowing Steve's answer.

His non-black eye narrowed sarcastically. "It's Billy Hargrove. Do you really have to ask that?"

"OK, I understand the guy's an asshole, but at least tell me you had a reason for him to break your nose this time."

He gasped, his eyes filling with sadness. "Did he really break it?"

"Yes, Steve. That's what happens when you keep getting into fights," I scolded as I placed a Band-Aid on his cheek.

The room stayed silent, save for the winces Steve would let out whenever I'd touch a sensitive spot on his face. The air was cold, causing him to shiver as he leaned back against the cabinets, his long legs dangling over the kitchen counter where he sat.

I was the first to speak again. "So what really happened?" I asked, more sincerely and less sarcastically than earlier.

"He, uh…" Steve hesitated, his eyes screwing shut as I placed another bandage on his cheek.

I swallowed, knowing by the expression on his face that I wasn't going to like his answer.

"He was talking shit about you."

My eyebrows raised in slight disbelief. "He what?"

"He was saying all sorts of shit about you and saying you were easy just because you're with me… so I punched him."

I kissed his forehead, practically the only spot on his face that was left undamaged. "Well, thank you. But I promise, I'm no reason to break your pretty nose and bust those luscious lips."

He let out a light huff, cracked a small smile, and took my hands in his. "I promise you, you are the only person I'd be willing to get a broken nose for. Well, OK, maybe Dustin if it was for a good enough cause."

I laughed quietly, running my hand through his hair. "Well, I don't know about Dustin, but I appreciate your kind gesture."

"Always. Anything for the person I love most."

I was taken aback by his use of the word love. Neither of us had ever really used it, outside of one bantering use in the sentence, "I love you so damn much," when I brought Steve ice cream at work once.

"You really love me most? Out of everyone in your life?" I inquired, my stomach doing a loop-de-loop as I processed his words once more.

"Of course I do. You're beautiful, kind, you put up with shit like this at 2 a.m. on a weeknight," he chuckled, "and most importantly, I love you most because I know you love me most."

My lips turned upward as I leaned into him, basking in the feeling of his hands resting on my back. "Well, you are right about that. I do love you most. More than anyone has ever loved someone before."

"Well, that's where you're wrong, Y/N Y/L/N," he chuckled, "because I love you more than anyone else has ever loved someone before."

Um... so obviously this isn't what everyone was expecting...

I know, I missed some Whumptober posts, but I have a plan to make up for it!!

As most everyone knows, next month is nanowrimo! That being said, i was going to take a short break posting on here to work on my novel during nano. But, my plan now is to (as far as fanfics go) only allow myself to work on the Whumptober fics i missed, and everything else I write will be for my novel.

So, you guys will be getting all the Whumptober fics I missed, just not during October.

I do apologize for not writing those yet. I wish I had an excuse but tbh, I don't really know why I stopped writing them.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed my next Whumptober installment!! 🫶🏻

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wow-thisismylifeiguess · 4 months

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another take on the ‘141 treat Soap badly’ trope but mix in the end of the mwiii campaign.

Soap’s tried so hard to fit in. He’s done everything in his goddamn power to prove that he’s as good a member of Task Force 141 as everyone else is. He fucking /tried/. In the end, it gets him nowhere else but dead.

Laswell originally tries to convince him that it’s a shit plan and Soap somewhat agrees. It’s definitely cowardly, but he’s tired and in pain and he just wants this over and done with. He explains everything to her. The mistreatment, the coldness. The way they always act like he’s /replaceable/.

Soap got shot in the head saving Price’s life when he knows in his fucking heart of hearts that the man would never do the same for him. Isn’t that sick?

It’s a little scary, watching the way Laswell’s gentle eyes turn hard and crystalline as Soap tells story after story. She grits her teeth.

“Okay, John. I’ll help you.”

Two hours later, the John ‘Soap’ MacTavish everyone knows dies in his hospital bed.

—

When Laswell drags the remainder of the 141 to visit, they shuffle into the room awkwardly.

“Johnny, I-“

“Who are you?” John tilts his head in confusion. The man w a skull mask seems to freeze. “My name is…well. I was told it was John. And you are?” John’s voice is soft, his accent subdued. He sounds nothing like the old John.

“Kate? What’s going on here?”

Laswell shakes her head and sighs. Pinches the bridge or her nose before shuffling over to stand beside John, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looks at her oddly but doesn’t move.

“The doctors say it’s amnesia. It’s bad, Jo-“ She pauses. “Price. It’s bad. He most likely won’t remember anything. Didn’t even know his own name until I told him.”

The man she’s talking to, Price, his expression looks complicated. “How did that even happen? How do they know he won’t remember anything?”John frowns. He doesn’t like being spoken about like he isn’t sitting in the same damn room.

Before he can open his mouth, Laswell cuts in sharply. “John got fucking shot in the head, Price. Saving /your/ ass. Most people don’t walk away from that alive, let alone w amnesia.”

John still doesn’t say anything, just glances back at the group of men still standing at the door. He blinks at them and the one man who hasn’t spoken at all yet looks away, avoiding his gaze entirely. Oh. John doesn’t know how to feel about that.

He puts his hand over Laswell’s and she cuts herself off mid sentence. “John?”

“Am I supposed to know them?” He asks. “Do they know me?”

“No.” It’s a harsh response and nearly makes John jump. The skull mask guy says it. His eyes are narrowed and even w the mask, his expression is as harsh as his tone. “We don’t known you.”

With that, he turns and leaves. The quiet one leaves w him.

Laswell and Price speak for a bit longer, but eventually he leaves too. John is left alone w Laswell.

“You should consider being an actor after that performance. Sold it well.” Laswell tells him when she thinks no one is close enough to hear.

John shrugs. “Easy to convince them when they’re already eager to get rid of me.” He looks at her and smiles. He’s oddly happy. “Thank you, Kate.”

// maybe a part 2 where the guys find out Soap is faking? time skip? aftermath? Idk //

Also, note: these are usually posted on twitter first, so if anyone’s interested… 🫡 @/meisterscythe__

#sad soap my believed #I am in fact v weak for the ‘141 mistreating soap’ trope #cod #my post

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[Context: this comment in the Volvo post]

here's the deets on the volvo. i had one of these but it was stock. it was also AWESOME.

Fuck, now I want THREE of these.

I don't see mention of an AWD conversion in the article tho, has he done it after thi- what is it? Oh, why I would want three. Yeah that's a fair question. So, well, I want one like that, obviously, and as for the remaining two, well: For one, I've had this project I nicknamed "Rice 'n' Shine". (Rice as in the automotive term for tacky, low-tier garb stapled onto a car to emulate cooler cars, which people claim to stem from the acronym "Race Inspired Cosmetic Enhancements" because saying the term originated from this style being applied to Japanese cars sounds kinda racist dunnit.) A way to celebrate and showcase the creativity that can be found in the car world, to create a spectacle that lights up people's day and, hopefully, sparks someone's imagination. Basically, the core idea is going through the car's every component and go "what is the wildest, most absurd, most miles-out-of-left-field shit I have ever seen done with this component... and how can I outdo it?"

For example, the exhaust. Remember that crazy Subaru Vivio Bistro I posted at the end of the transfem cars post? (How's that for a sentence most people will not say, eh) Well, I've seen crazier. Because the bosozoku style keeps on giving, there would be too many pictures of crazy exhausts to show, but worthy for the longest time the title of most outlandish exhaust to ever grace my eyes has been held by this picture.

Thus, here is a sketch from my ’17/’18 school diary of how I would do the exhaust on this Volvo.

Of note are the transparent shapes on the lower half, which would be the bodykit. See, of course, the Volvo should have a bodykit, right, and of course it should be quite the outlandish thing. Yet again, bosozoku to the rescue.

(And I've seen people more ignorant of bosozoku culture call bundle builds like these with "rice", but at this point the word kind of starts to lose its meaning. I mean, defining this years-long effort with the same word as the people who put whistles in their exhaust to pretend they have a turbo (real thing btw)? And also, it very much stretches "race inspired". I mean, fuck kinda racecars do you think the Japanese had?

Hm. Fair enough.) But the idea there was, instead of having the exhaust stick out of the bodykit, to have it within the bodykit's width, and when it gets to the edge of the exhausts it just... stops, to only keep going when there's no exhaust again, creating all those shapes that stick out the fenders like horizontal scale skyscrapers. However, given the idea is to make it out of acrylic so its entire profile can look like these little side skirt accents...

...it could just be inside the bodykit, as it would still be visible. However, I noticed literally as I was writing that I can't both have the exhaust not stick out from the bodykit and have it go over a rear wheel that sticks out as far as the bodykit does. So how's this for an idea: what if that one wheel just doesn't? What if that one wheel just stays narrow? After all, it's not like the Renault R4 didn't just fucking have one rear wheel further forward than the other.

Because of course it's the French. And you know what? They're right! Why the fuck not? Nothing can be forbidden when you recognize no God. Trade nudes with your professor. Oh, and also, those little circles in the corner window are outward facing speakers, so you can do the whole "car plays music so loud I hear it very clearly from a distance away" without getting hearing damage. So those were three ideas out of the several dozens I have. I should probably make an MMMM-style list once I'm done with that.

Either way, the second idea is more performance-oriented, but do not take this to mean it's any bit more serious. See, as shown by this picture from the article, Volvo engine bays have tons of foolishly empty space that could be filled with more cylinders.

I'm far from the first one to wise up to this, so much that you have multiple people who make mounts and bits for those ditching the stock engine in favor of an LS V8. But I don't want the 5.3L LS. I want a 4.0L V8 (like Toyota's 1UZ) to stick two turbos to and bring it to 600hp. Why specify specifications so specific, you may ask. Well, because 4.0L, eight cylinders split into two cylinder banks, two turbos and 600hp is exactly half the specs of the Bugatti Veyron Super Sport. So if I just put another identical engine in the trunk to power the rear wheels... Basically, this.

Oh, actually, here is the best meme of this sort I've ever seen:

It's not just the quality of the picture, it's that this is Caterham camera car (Caterha car?) is real...

...and that this is not a meme, that is actually the car that filmed the Chiron video. Well, the 'lower speed' parts. The other one was another Bugatti. OBVIOUSLY.

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question: if you liked this post, you might like those - or the blog’s Discord server, linked in the pinned post!

P.S. I love the icon situation of how this post appeared in my inbox.

"It's not ok to reblog from me or my son ever again"

#submission #volvo 940 turbo #station wagon #oh how thoughtful she already wrote the tags for me!#bosozoku #nissan 240sx s13 #nissan silvia s12 #renault r4 #bugatti veyron #bugatti chiron #caterham seven #i guess i can't really complain that she didn't add these ones too can i #the great catchup

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hairstevington · 11 months

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flowers and ink (part 8)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Chrissy stops by the shop to have a necessary conversation. Speaking of necessary conversations, Eddie pays a visit to Steve afterwards.

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, link to Ao3

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: TattooArtist/Florist modern day AU, this one gets kind of emotional actually??? Deep conversations about their pasts, pretty on-par with canon stuff, and then a very sweet ending :)

A/N: Okay, you guys - we're headed to the finish line! After this I most likely will just post one more chapter as an epilogue of sorts. Thank you to all who have followed along!! I never expected this one to get this much love!!

Steve and Eddie saw each other for three days in a row over their first three dates. After that, neither of them wanted to break their streak.

Yeah. They were both totally obsessed with each other.

They didn’t go on dates every night, but they’d at least visit each other during breaks on days when they both worked. And they texted constantly. Eddie even joined in on Robin and Steve’s movie night, which apparently was a big deal. They’d only ever let one other person crash their movie night, a surrogate little brother figure of Steve’s who was friends with Will.

Steve still never pressed Eddie for more information about his past, which was great, but the weird thing was that Eddie actually wanted to tell Steve about his life.

That was a first.

It probably didn’t help that it was all on his mind from seeing Gareth and Chrissy over the weekend. Just a lot of reminders of what happened and what he left behind. He tried to remind himself of how he was happier now, and the new life he’d built for himself, but he still felt guilty.

So, when Chrissy showed up to Ink About It, Eddie wasn’t the least bit surprised, and he knew exactly what she wanted to know.

“Hey,” she said with a warm smile. “Do you have some time to squeeze me in?”

“Always,” Eddie replied, gesturing for her to join him in the office. “So, are we getting a tattoo today or just addressing the elephant in the room? Or, maybe you want a tattoo of a giant elephant in a room? Let me know and I’m at your service. I owe it to you, after all.”

He was rambling. He knew he was. But he was nervous and embarrassed and a ton of other things. The truth was, he’d loved Chrissy in high school. Like real, deep, meaningful love, and then he cut her off. He cut everyone off, but that was no excuse.

“I’m not mad at you, you know,” Chrissy said. The sentence made Eddie stop dead in his tracks and spin around to face her. “Not anymore, anyway.”

“That’s, uh, good,” Eddie stuttered. He was eased by the fact that Chrissy seemed a bit nervous, too.

“Well,” she said on an exhale. “You heard my side of things at the show. Your turn.”

Thank God the tattoo shop was dead. He didn’t have an appointment for another hour, and it was during their slowest time of day so he doubted anyone would walk in.

“Thanks for saying all that, by the way,” Eddie replied. “You could have made me sound like a real dick.”

The way that Chrissy had painted their whole relationship in a positive light was the only reason he’d been able to hold it together during and after the show. If she’d talked shit about him on that stage, he probably would have skipped town a second time due to humiliation.

But she didn’t do that.

“Yeah, well, lucky for you, I didn’t write the show when I was eighteen,” she teased. “Although there are some very angsty poems in a journal somewhere that I should probably burn.” Eddie laughed, then nodded in understanding.

“I have some….really angsty songs that have never seen the light of day,” he noted.

“Oh, I bet. The ones I did hear were already pretty scary,” she joked, laughing lightly.

Eddie used to play all of his original songs for her. Well, almost all of them. There was one he wrote about how he was pretty sure he liked men that he never got the chance to show her. In any case, the way she was still joking and being her familiar sweet self (as opposed to her badass, confident stage persona) made Eddie feel a bit more relaxed. He took a deep breath, noticing the way she was waiting for him to speak.

Here goes nothing.

“I didn’t graduate, Chris,” he began. Her eyes went wide.

“What?! No, you - you did. We graduated together. You just didn’t go because you were sick.”

“I didn’t go because I got busted for selling and then was expelled,” Eddie admitted. “I was barely passing my classes anyway. Most of the teachers took pity on me just so I didn’t have to retake the year. But then uh - well, yeah. I got kicked out.”

“But I didn’t -” Chrissy was completely stunned. “I had no idea.”

“I didn’t tell anyone,” he replied.

He hadn’t. The only person that knew was his uncle. Wayne was the only family member that gave a shit about Eddie, so naturally he was Eddie’s phone call the day of the arrest. Wayne bailed him out and, next thing Eddie knew, he was in Hawkins.

“Anyway,” Eddie continued. “I was so embarrassed I just…left and didn’t look back. At the time I thought you were better off without me, honestly. You said it yourself - before you met me, you hadn’t even smoked before.”

“Before I met you I was -” Chrissy scoffed and shook her head, baffled. “I start the show talking about the day I met you for a reason. It’s because my life began that day, Eddie. You weren’t some bad influence that corrupted me, you were an escape from - from my shitty friends and my even shittier mom. And you were what sparked me to figure out who I was, and that’s special to me. You were my best friend. And you could have told me.”

Her final sentence stung, but it was a good kind of sting. His secret was finally on the table, and she was still there. She was still supporting him.

“I know that now,” he replied. “I’ve wanted to reach out for ages, but it felt like the more time that went by-”

“I understand,” she said, nodding. “I get it. It’s okay, I just - I missed you.”

Chrissy closed the gap between them and hugged him tightly, an embrace that Eddie quickly accepted.

“I missed you too,” he responded. They held each other for a few extended moments, then broke away, a tension off their shoulders. “Do you live here now?”

“For the time being,” she answered. “Argyle and I move around a lot. We just kind of point somewhere on a map and go.”

“Shit, and you ended up here?” Eddie asked, surprised. “That’s, like, a crazy coincidence.”

“Yeah, well Argyle always tells me that we end up exactly where we’re meant to go,” Chrissy responded, smiling.

“I like that guy,” Eddie said, nodding.

“Of course you do,” she teased. “You’re both weird stoners with awesome hair.” Eddie laughed, flattered at the compliment. He took a moment to look at her - the way she looked just as she did, but so different at the same time. More laugh lines in her face, for one. Her hair was shinier and fuller. There was more color to her skin. Eddie wondered if that was what happiness looked like.

“Just so we’re clear,” Eddie said, needing to say one last thing before they moved on. “What you said about me on stage the other day -” He didn’t need to specify. Chrissy spoke about their relationship fondly and candidly. “It was the same for me.”

“I know,” she replied, smiling more brightly now. “Okay! So, we finally got that out of the way.”

“Finally,” Eddie echoed. “Now what?”

“Now,” she started, “we talk about your boyfriend and his ridiculously hot friend.”

Eddie chuckled, then nodded.

“Okay, well first of all, he’s not my boyfriend.” Chrissy eyed him, knowingly, which he chose to ignore.

“Whatever,” Chrissy dismissed. “Figures we’re both queer, by the way. I love that for us.”

“They say we travel in packs,” Eddie joked. Chrissy nodded in agreement. “Anyway, Robin’s awesome. Have you gone out with her yet?”

“Tonight!” Chrissy responded. “And I’m very excited. That’s another reason I came here. I wanted to clear the air in case you come up in conversation, because it seems like anything I tell her will just go straight to your boyfriend -”

“Not my boyfriend,” Eddie reminded her, smirking.

“Why not? I saw the way you look at each other,” Chrissy noted.

“Because it’s only been a few weeks,” Eddie pointed out.

“And?” she prodded.

“It’s too soon,” Eddie insisted, pretending to scratch at a spot on his cheek to hide the blush creeping up his face. “Moving on.”

“Moving on,” Chrissy replied with a smug grin.

She stuck around the tattoo shop to catch up until his next appointment, and it felt a lot like old times. Eddie thought for the longest time he’d burned every bridge from his hometown, but recently he’d learned that he’d left the water underneath unscathed.

Who needed a bridge when Chrissy and Gareth could swim?

Steve worked at a literal flower shop, and yet he was just starting to truly understand the expression, ‘stop and smell the roses.’

He was in total bliss. Things with Eddie were great. It had been a long time since Steve had felt such an easy connection with someone. They clicked on pretty much every level. And, best of all, Eddie got along with Robin too. If she approved of him, that basically meant - well, it was a big deal.

So, he felt lighter at work now. He was better at handling customers. He started to memorize the things Robin used to constantly have to remind him of. Being around plants all day almost made him feel high - like the air was better or something. Actually, Steve wasn’t the most academic guy, but he was pretty sure being around plants and flowers all day did give him a better oxygen supply. He kept telling himself to ask Robin or Google it, but then he’d get distracted thinking about Eddie.

The joys of the honeymoon phase.

It was the night that Robin was going to go out with Chrissy for the first time. She was, naturally, a ball of nerves, but in a good way. Steve had high hopes for their date.

“You are way too happy lately,” Robin told him. “It’s spooky.”

“Yeah, well -” Steve began, stumbling on a response. “Get used to it.”

He sent her off, and then checked his phone.

Eddie: Can I stop by?

Okay, normally that kind of text would send Steve into blind panic, but he tried to remain optimistic. This could be a nice surprise visit, not a devastating one. He sat in the silent apartment for approximately 30 seconds before the overthinking began.

The last time he’d seen Eddie, everything was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Although, Steve had never been the most observant. He wracked his brain going over their last interactions to see if he’d maybe missed something.

Oh, shit. Never mind, he was for sure panicking.

Steve: Of course! Robin left so it’s just us 🙂 ETA?

Eddie: On my way now, see you soon!

Well, at least he was using punctuation. Although, that didn’t mean anything necessarily. Steve had been dumped a few times, and -

No, come on. He was not about to get dumped. They weren’t even officially together, so an in-person visit to end things wouldn’t make sense.

This was fine. Everything was fine.

The door opened ten minutes later. Thank god.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted as he walked in. He seemed a little nervous, but not upset. “How was your day?”

If he was going to break up with Steve, he wouldn’t have bothered with the pleasantries, right?

“It was good, how was yours?” Steve asked, doing his best impression of a Chill Person™.

“Chrissy stopped by the shop today,” Eddie began. “And we just - I hadn’t talked to her in so long, and it was really nice.”

Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

“That does sound nice,” he replied.

“Listen, Steve, I -” Eddie shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. “There’s a lot about my life I don’t talk about. Like, from before I moved here. I hadn’t told anybody about it until today, actually.”

“Dude, were you in the mob or something?” Steve asked, completely lost. “Just tell me what’s going on before I burst.”

“Wait, why are you nervous?” Eddie wondered.

“Uhh, because you sent me an ominous text message asking if you could ‘stop by’ and you’re taking for-goddamn-ever in telling me why,” Steve joked. Eddie literally facepalmed.

“Oh, Jesus Christ. You’re right, my bad.” Steve chuckled in relief. “No, it’s not - that’s not why I came over, trust me.”

“Okay, cool.” Steve waited for Eddie to continue. “So?”

“I just - I feel like I have to tell you something.”

“Okay, now you’re doing the ominous thing again,” Steve said, rolling his eyes playfully. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I was arrested when I was eighteen for selling drugs to minors,” Eddie blurted out. His eyes went wide, as if he hadn’t expected the words to actually come out. “I mean, to high school students. And it was just weed, by the way.” Steve crossed his arms, waiting for more.

“Okay,” he said, relatively unfazed.

“You’re not - wait, why aren’t you judging me?”

“Because I bought weed all the time in high school. That’s not much different.”

“I mean, it’s a little different,” Eddie argued. “But okay. Well I - I never graduated high school, either. I don’t have a diploma.”

“Okay,” Steve repeated. “Do you need one?”

“I - well, no, but - what are you - how do - but - I -”

“Okay, woah,” Steve said, chuckling. He walked to Eddie and put a hand on each side of him. “You know I was a mess when I was a teenager too, right? I already told you about some of the shit I got into. I also started a lot of fights - and I lost all of them, by the way. I’m pretty sure if I get one more concussion I’ll die. And I have a diploma, but I didn’t get into any colleges -”

“You mean you don’t care about anything I just told you?” Eddie asked, confused. “You don’t think of me any differently?”

“What? No, why would I?” Steve answered casually. “I used to be a total asshole, and I should have gotten a lot worse than I did. I was just lucky and rich, that’s all.”

“You were rich?” Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, past tense,” he clarified. “I was such an asshole that my parents disowned me the second I turned eighteen.”

“Shit,” Eddie said, exhaling. Steve’s hands slid down Eddie’s arms to his hands, fingers interlocking.

“I don’t care about that stuff,” Steve assured him. “You don’t still sell drugs, right?”

“No,” Eddie replied, shaking his head.

“Just like I’m not an asshole anymore,” Steve continued. “Right?”

“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, I think,” Eddie responded quickly. Once again, he seemed alarmed at what he was saying.

“That sounds…impossible,” Steve teased, leaning in to kiss Eddie gently on the cheek. “But I’ll take it.”

Eddie could literally feel his heart warming in his chest. He’d spent years holding all of this inside, and carrying so much shame within him. But he’d gotten forgiveness from Chrissy, and Steve was entirely unbothered.

Steve - the Flower Boy who took Eddie completely by surprise in the best way. He’d never imagined falling so hard for a guy like him, yet here he was. It was like what Argyle apparently said - we all end up where we’re meant to go.

Eddie fully intended on befriending Argyle next, by the way.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie whispered, their foreheads pressed together.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna be my boyfriend?”

He didn’t plan on asking this particular night. As he’d told Chrissy, they hadn’t been dating very long, and it was still early. But Eddie was on a roll, and the moment felt right.

Steve smiled, confirming that he felt it, too.

“Yeah, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

(final part)

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storm-leviosa-fanfics · 11 months

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Guide to podfic

Podfic is such a cool thing that I love and wish more people would do like PLEASE GUYS LET ME PERSUADE YOU TO TRY IT. It's not always easy to get started though (I read so many guides on ao3 and they're so comprehensive so give those a browse) so here is an attempt at a step-by-step guide. I've got some screenshots of my process to help you out a bit.

1. Pick a fic to pod. Dont pick one thats long for your first try you will hate yourself. A one shot is usually best.

2. Check permissions/ask the author. Some authors have blanket permission statements so check ao3 or tumblr for those. If not, drop them a message or a comment asking if you can make a podfic. It's just polite.

3. Make your script. Make the text bigger and whatever font you find easy to read. I like to make dialogue different colours for different characters and underline or bold bits that need particular emphasis. Add in your intro and outro messages (i.e "this is a podfic of _ by _ and read by _"). Some people include all the tags in this but like...you should include the tags in the post anyway?

For example, this is the beginning of my script for my podfic for BBB22:

4. Set up to record! You dont necessarily need a fancy mic but think hard about where you record. You want somewhere that doesnt echo or make any weird noises and you want somewhere quiet. I used to record next to my fridge which i do not recommend it sucked.

5. Record your podfic. Drink lots of water but then eat something to stop the wet lip smacking noises. If you make a mistake stop, take a breath, repeat the whole sentence. Make sure to take breaks. It may be worth recording your intro bit and then checking audio quality but like...not compulsory.

6. Edit your shit. Some people dont edit and revel in the chaos of completely raw podfic audio but i would rather die than subject you all to that. I use ocenaudio to record and edit bc unlike audacity it isnt spyware. You can do a noise reduction to stop background noise coming through and normalise or gain change to change the audio volume without distorting it. Some people add music at the beginning and end and/or sound effects and thats so cool if you have the time.

7. Change your audio properties before you save and export. Name of track, your ao3 user, authors user, genre, etc. It helps with the metadata when people download it (which is a thing that happens)

In ocenaudio that looks something like this:

8. Upload to a hosting site. Ao3 doesnt support audio directly so you need a middleman. I use archive.org bc i love them.

9. Ao3 time! You need a special work skin (normally written in CSS) and html code to post on ao3. These are sorta...inherited from other podficcers unless youre good at that shit? I got mine off @shelbychild originally. You normally need a few links to the hosting site and the size and length of the file in order to get it correctly formatted.

10. Tag and post. Tags are probably the most confusing bit of the process when youre a baby podficcer but the commonly accepted format is as follows:

[PODFIC] "fic title"

(gift it to the original author if you can)

Tags:

(original fic tags)

Podfic, podfic length [length], audio format [mp3/m4a/streaming], any other relevant tags (like "first podfic")

Summary:

Podfic of _ by _

(original fic summary)

For example:

A note on the podfic tag: "podfic and podficced works" includes both podfics and fics that have been made into a pod, "podfic" only includes podfics. All podfics will show up in "podfic and podficced works" but fics tagged "podfic and podficced works" won't necessarily show up in the "podfic" tag.

FINALLY revel in the joy of having made your first podfic. It's addictive really. You don't get as much interaction or kudos/comments as a written fic would HOWEVER what you do get is some of the kindest comments you will ever read. I wouldn't change it for the world.

#podfic #a guide #advice #idk what to tag anymore #go look up guides to podficcing on ao3 for more detail on some of these things

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Hi my favorite low-ironed sluts. It's me 🪱 again! did you miss me? probably not. Hotel? trivago. I personally love Fyodor. I wanna hold his cold pretty hands 💕( i also want him to choke me while he fucks me until nothing but his name is in my head). He's so cute! Anyways what time is it? time for more headcanons because what else is better to do on a Wednesday night? (be sucking fyodors dick) idk but I think this is a good use of my time. But wait! there's a catch I'm adding dazai headcanons ( i want to be stuffed with his children)

Fyodor has not one, not two but three gold rings that say "ASS" and ''TITS'' there those really flashy ones yk?

Fyodor as a kid used to think squirrels were ducks???

Fyodor has irreparable trauma

Fyodor once drank half of a bottle of Henesey and proceeded to burp the abc's backward while half-naked on the corner of wall street with two NYC hotdogs in hand.

Fyodor can not draw for shit. Not even Bob ross can say what he draws is a happy mistake. and most psychologists suggests he seeks professional help.

Fyodor wears crocs unironically. he has seven pairs

Fyodor may or may not have broken a priceless piece of pottery in the Louver...he is banned from France.

Fyodor actually fought a Koyal in Australia and got chlamydia.

Fyodor has pants that have "THICC" bedazzled across his ass.

Fyodor one time wrote a 800k fanfic about the mascots of Jack in The Box and Mc Donalds, it was a slow burn, enemies to lovers, jock x weird kid and it currently has 2k likes. it's still ongoing but since he's been so busy he hasn't been able to update it as consistently. Also whenever he does update his author note is always crazy. it will say "Hey guys sorry for not updating in a while! currently in a maximum security prison and I'm communicating via secret code. I also got sentenced to 100 years to life. ANNNND my ''cellmate'' is the one that stole my kidney that one time and sold me a Honda civic. I'll try to be more frequent with update love you all! smut in this chapter <3"

Fyodor actual ghost produced adele's 25 album and now has a grammy

Fyodor is the type of guy to somehow convince you to take E or acid for a "ReLiGiOus ExPeRieNcE" nothing about it is religious except for when he passes out from anemia.

Fyodor thinks clam chowder is the reason life is still worth living, and honestly, I don't blame him

Fyodor owns three Starbucks.

Dazai may or may not read Fyodor's fanfic. he is currently waiting for more updates, so now he has to figure out how to make sure the ADA doesn't literally implode and keep up with this fic.

Dazai got so drunk one time he threw up on Fukuzawa and called him mommy.

Dazai was originally uncircumcised until he went to Kentucky and now he is! yeah...he now also has one middle toe??

Dazai sold atushi on the black market and then stole him from the kidnapper because he didn't have enough money to pay for his Netflix subscription.

Dazai can't spell gorgeous, he's a genius but just can't spell the word correctly

Dazai has a mug that says "Best ex-mafia boss now turned crime-fighting yet somehow still morally grey nihilistic detective!"

Dazai has also been banned from France but only because the Prime minister of Belgium (dazai's ex discord daddy) talked to the prime minister of France about the break up.

Dazai Stole the Declaration of Independence and spilled Sake on it and then returned it.

Dazai accidentally made a bomb while he was in a meeting.

Dazai one time after finishing said out loud "post nut clarity is so crazy. Like man I just remembered how I got away with three counts of manslaughter in 2010" he giggled and fist-bumped his hook up then used up the rest of their moisturizer.

Dazai like Fyodor decided to watch Everything, Everywhere, all at once thinking it wouldn't be as sad as everyone said it was. After the movie was over he stared blankly at the screen for a good three hours until someone literally had to escort him out

Dazai once drank an entire bottle of soy sauce because he was drunk. don't worry he didn't puke but he is now banned from Scottland.

Dazai stole a badger from Italy and now has a badger named pasta that is currently running a rodent gang that is freeing rodents all over the city from traps. They currently have 300 members and are expanding. Poe's Raccoon is a part of the gang, and he is their intel guy. Dazai also has to buy 100 lbs of food for this animal gang. Dazai is their mascot for some reason, and he's also their like mother? iidk

Alright well, that's all for now, as always take your time replying!

Sincerely your one and only badger gang leader in Dazi's small-ass apartment.

-🪱

i’ve been goin through it recently but this literally had me cackling thank u so much 💀💀💀💀

#i love u sm #voices in my head #🪱 demon #{ musings; fyodor }#{ musings; dazai }

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OC Brain Rot Post #1: Thea and Abby and the Rivals Fight at the Mansion

OC Brain Rot (originally based on this post) is where I basically ramble some about my OCs and what they're up to currently outside of my writings and arts. Basically, these posts are, in essence, brain dumps. Sometimes there might only be a couple sentences and half-formed ideas, others might go into meta involving my ocs and whichever game universe they are apart of.

Most post will be based around my otome OCs but some original ones might slip in once in a while! You just never know where my brain might take me.

I'll also make a big, huge note here that these posts won't be spoiler-free! At the beginning of each post, I'll try and make note of which game and OCs I'll be talking about. Spoiler parts will be under the cut.

For this post, there will be Spoilers below about the Interlude route of Ikemen Vampire, right around Chapters 10 and 11.

Thea and Abby will feature in this rot. Normally, they are two characters that have their own universes. However, I also fall inevitably into joining their universes together just so I can have them both interacting with the boys and being friends (Thea is quite protective of the shy and timid Abby), so I'll also include some thoughts about both of them together in this part of the Interlude route.

Here we go, onto the brain rotting!

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For Context: The Interlude Route in Ikemen Vampire is a transition arc between the first and second acts, right before the act 2 for the suitors are released and two new characters are introduced. MC is stuck in the past because Comte's magical time door is broke and going home is likely an impossibility at this point, unless you want to be lost in the time soup for all eternity. So now, MC is trying to make the best of the change in her plans.

Vlad, still bent on not letting the vision he saw in the future come to pass, revives the rivals to our suitors and they have been terrorizing everyone the past few chapters. Where I'm at currently, Vlad has met with Comte and Leonardo and they tried to talk things out, purebloods to pureblood, but Vlad still refuses to stop his mission and the three part ways.

He then sends the ones he's revived to the mansion in an all out attack. Napoleon and Jean take the most brunt in fighting Wellington and Gilles with Leonardo and Comte assisting them. Dazai and Sebastian were guarding the door while the other non-fighters (Mozart and Isaac) were in the piano room. Theo had gone on his own to face off against Gauguin to get revenge with Arthur following him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, such as going through with the revenge quest he was on.

This is initially where the girls start off in. Vincent is also in the piano room but soon goes out on his own because he also figures that Theo was about to do something stupid and while I initially thought it was dumb of him because he left the non-fighters defenseless (his little info blerb he's the strongest of the non-purebloods and I had many instances of 'why you do that, something bad gonna happen to the non-fighters! Vincent, my love!') but he didn't want for Theo to do his stupid thing, so he goes to Theo and it's sweet (me still thinking it was dumb but whatever, narrative gonna do what it wants).

For Thea, she goes with Vincent after Theo. No risking yourself for your brother nonsense! She cares too much about Theo too, she's gonna stop him. And she knows a little bit about fighting (as stated in this power-scaling reblog I did), so she'll be mostly okay. Theo pulls her to him as he flips the pool table in the game room and all four of them are dodging bullets, currently.

For Abby, she stays with Mozart and Isaac in the piano room, scared as this is some terrifying shit going on! When Vincent said he was leaving for Theo, Abby was very, very scared, numerous things running through her head, all of them not good. Worried for everyone outside fighting currently, for Sebastian and Dazai guarding the door, for Theo and Arthur out on their own, and now Vincent going on his own to find Theo. She wishes she could curl up in a corner somewhere, close her eyes and cover her ears until all of this was over, but she can't, not when all of her friends are fighting right now.

Before Vincent leaves, she does tug on his sleeve, wanting to ask him to stay. She knows how strong he is and wants him to stay with them, but seeing his eyes, how worried yet determined how he is. He was set on finding Theo.

So, in the face of that, all she could do was let go of his sleeve and say "Be careful."

Vincent smiles and gently pats her shoulder, promising to come back soon, with Theo in tow.

Once he's gone, however, Salieri comes after Mozart with a knife and we're back in terror time again. Isaac stays the closest to her, they're both terrified! Mozart shielding both of them. He manages to break the mind control over him with standing in front of the piano, reminding him that he had admired his music in their first lives, what has happened to you to attack another music lover? Things seem to simmer down in the music room because of that.

In the combined universe of both girls, it's relatively the same, Vincent still goes off to find Theo, but Thea goes with him, determined to find Theo and to help him or stop him from doing the stupid thing. Abby still tugs on Vincent's sleeve, still sacred but ultimately lets him and Thea go. They both cared a lot about the younger van Gogh, so who was she to stop them just because she's scared?

And... this is as far as I've gotten with this brain rot. Just a fun little brain exercise to put the girls in the goings on with what I'm playing currently. Hope to be able to share some more brain rots with you guys soon!

#krys talks #krys's adventures in fanfiction #krys's babies #dorothea reid (oc)#abigail clarke (oc)#ikemen vampire #ikevamp spoilers #They also went with Arthur and company when he was going to face against Worth #bc Thea didn't want her boy doing something stupid then either with Abby tagging along bc she saw Arthur from the window and got worried #their boys sure are stupid sometimes #all the boys can be stupid sometimes #that's why they love them of course #their silly vampire boys

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whump-n-comfort · 9 months

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🔪 this is a sideblog! if you see interactions from a blog called @halorocks1214 in your notifications, that's me :)

🩹 on that note, I go by Halo! I use she/her and he/him pronouns and am proudly aroace 💚💜

🔪 I'm one of those guys that has always been into whump as a kid—I REALLY enjoyed the kidnapping episodes in animated shows lol—but didn't have a name for that enjoyment until I got onto Tumblr and immediately felt at home with all y'all cool people 😎

🩹 as you may have seen by this blog's title and description, most of this blog's motif is sharing hurt/comfort content! I will be upfront and say that I project a loooot onto my faves, which is why I like to see them comforted so much (touch starvation is a bitch 😔) and in general prefer "soft whump" most of the time or explicit happy endings for the harder tropes i'm into

🔪 however, I still also enjoy whump because of its core foundation: being able to beat the shit out of your favorite character. sometimes, I will find something that does not have comfort in it that I want to share because it's simply too good not to! if all you're here for is that sweet sweet comfort, feel free to blacklist the tag #no comfort to avoid those sparse posts :)

🩹 outside of that, I tag art as #art and gifs as #gif as well as gifsets as #gifset when applicable; #whump trope for the posts that get more descriptive and #whump prompt for the posts that are more quotes/"fill in your characters here"-type interactions; #whump meme is self-explanatory and #whump community is for sharing love to all you lovely people out here browsing this corner of Tumblr; I occasionally tag #fave whumpee on characters that have stuck with me through the years (characters in the tag liable to change as time goes on); and of course, #~my stuff~ are the posts where I'm OP; #before whump was here is a cheeky tag I use for specific moments I remember feeling strong whumperflies for growing up but still had yet to learn about the term "whump" lmao

🔪 everything else is up in the air as tagging goes. I try my best to catch as many descriptors in a post as I can, but I'll admit some stuff could slip through. let me know if you think a post is missing something and I'll be sure to add proper tags 👍

🩹 my squicks are mainly things like pet whump, mind break, forced full-nudity, betrayal/broken trust between close characters (if it's because of a "twist villain" then that's fine), and heavy NSFW, so, for the most part, you won't see those on this blog, but my philosophy has always been that if it has comfort, I'm willing to give it a shot, so even if it's really rare, it could happen. remember to just let me know if I'm missing a tag!

🔪 my inbox is always open under the "💌 insert rambles here 💌" button if you ever wanna submit whumpy thoughts. I try to post everything I get, so feel free to hit me up! all answered asks regardless of what they contain will be tagged with #ramble tag

🩹 I will occasionally take requests in the form of "[A] replied to [B]" scenarios, sentence starters, or if you are feeling particularly nice, requests about my OCS! (questions and inquiries about them are always welcome regardless of request status) be sure to watch the "REQUEST:" blip in the description to see whenever they are open as I will switch "CLOSED" to "OPEN" to signify they are, and if they are open because of something like an ask game, I will convert the status into a link that will take you to the original game so you don't have to scroll through a bajillion things to get to it

🔪 as mentioned, this is 99% a SFW "soft" whump blog, but I still support my more NSFW and otherwise "dark" whumpers! I am a firm believer in that there is no "correct" way to enjoy whump. whatever your reason is that makes you enjoy it is valid and as long as you are properly tagging your content then keep on doing stuff that brings you joy :) we may not interact with each other all that often because of squicks or personal preferences, but just know that I will have your back and defend your right to write whatever you want ❤️‍🔥

🩹 I do believe those are all the topics I wanted to cover, so if you managed to make it this far, thanks for checking out my blog, and most importantly, the whump community in general! If you decide to stay, well, then hope you enjoy it to your fullest capabilities :D

#about me #GOD i wanted to make a shorter info post and just ended up making one twice as long how do i ACHIEVE these things-#regardless i got an influx of new followers (hello!!) and figured it was time for me to update a few things #esp since ive been attempting to interact with my blogs in a new way #also next post is my 800th post and thought it would be funny if this was it lmao

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What is this?? Lee actually following up on promises of posting longform writing??? I know, I'm scared too.

Last Lee Tonight (wherein Lee quotes noted political commentator Olivia Rodrigo) Season One, Episode Nine

(Original air date: 6/29/2014) Topics covered: Burwell v. Hobby Lobby, LGBT rights and discrimination in Uganda

Trigger warning: discussions of homophobia

"That is why I, personally, refuse to pay for Mennonite cabinets. Because Jason Bourne could, conceivably, beat someone to death with one of those things."

Because the last time I posted one of these reviews was (checks notes) August 2023, a brief recap of where we are in terms of the season developing is in order. Episode Eight was the first time the entire main story was put on LWT's YouTube page, after a very... scattershot approach to uploading segments onto social media. The show is also coming into its own - although the recap of the week segments are bouncing between being extremely surface-level, sometimes only one joke long, and closer to the current iteration of a small yet rigorous dive into a relevant topic for a few minutes before the main topic, the main stories are beginning to take longer form, even though they are still tied to the idea of the show being immediately relevant.

This episode is one of the few I think is, with a few exceptions, almost completely available on the LWT YouTube page worldwide. Both major segments are uploaded, as well as an extended interview segment. Looking forward, they do experiment with the idea of breaking up most of the episodes and loading them onto YouTube for the rest of season one. At least they're actually, um, loading the main parts of the episodes on YouTube from here on out. As I've said many times before, no one had any idea what kind of show LWT was supposed to be or what it would become.

Another fun fact - apparently you can no longer screenshot these episodes I bought on YouTube on my desktop with PrtSc. What the fuck. Is up. With that?! (aaaah~) Fuck you business daddy you complete sack of daddy-shaped shit. (Clearly I have my ways of getting around this, even if the screenshots seem a bit blurry to me, but... fucking hell, I'm just trying to take a screenshot OF SOMETHING I PAID FOR.)

ANYWAYS. There's an episode of LWT we're ostensibly discussing!

Our first topic is the 2014 World Cup. England has been knocked out, so the tournament is dead to John. Oh John. So innocent. So full of life. You have no clue about the shitstorm you're gonna drop on FIFA's doorstep next season.

At the World Cup, an Uruguayan player, Luis Suarez, bit an Italian player, something I totally forgot about. He also bit TWO OTHER PEOPLE. John calls the Italian player "a delicious piece of prime Italian steak" - I forgot that chaotic bisexuality has been baked into this show from day one but I love it.

(Based on the only hate comment I've ever received, I know someone will probably deign to tell me that John is not bisexual, which... I know. But the writing of this show has chaotic bisexual energy - in some seasons, like the one where John begs Adam Driver to chokeslam him into a table regularly, energy honestly isn't a strong enough word to describe whatever's going on - and I like acknowledging that element of the show.)

John mentions the week has been awash with depressing terrorism news but leads into a segment about Boko Haram being driven out of their hiding places by snakes and bees, an incredible victory for the scariest parts of nature. John is furious that scorpions have instead decided to hide in bananas in supermarkets instead of fighting terrorism. John's grin after delivering that joke is effervescent. He loves this kind of stupid, "now THAT'S a sentence"-style joke.

He's so happy y'all

We take a hard left turn into discussing Syria, and that the US is looking to send money to "appropriately vetted" rebel soldiers. The obvious question is asked - how do you vet rebel soldiers? John suggests a trade-school-style commercial to recruit potential rebel soldiers. (The offer is open to bees and snakes!) One thing I like about the early episodes that does still come through from time to time on the show are these sorts of Daily Show-style fake commercials and PSAs. They can get repetitive after seeing the segments they're covering, but there's usually some fun twists and chances for some real absurdities and escalations you can't do in the show proper.

Our first real segment follows after this, on Burwell v Hobby Lobby. You may remember this as the court case that allowed for Hobby Lobby, a crappy JoAnn's knockoff run by evangelical Christians who also stole artifacts for a bible museum, to not pay for an employee's birth control through the Affordable Care Act because it went against their religion. As a corporation. Because corporations are people now. God this country sucks.

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At the time of airing, this decision hadn't been made yet by the Supreme Court, so John is going over the details of the case, including the questions at the center of it - do corporations have freedom of religion, and are corporations people? John confidently says "no" before realizing he has to actually discuss this, and I really want to live in 2014 John World. This whole segment has a lovely capper extending two ideas to their logical, absurd extremes - government cannot be an a la carte system, something John demonstrates by showing a wild variety of things people don't want to spend their taxes on which starts fairly even-keel but spirals into Fox News talking heads saying that their tax dollars are being spent on Mexican prostitutes. And on the flip-side, if corporations are people, well, people die. Amongst other things.

Something that's been a bit lost about this case in the ten years since is that a Mennonite sect that owned a kitchen cabinet making company also sued the government over providing birth control. I totally forgot about that.

Our "And Now This" segment is on politicians misusing the word 'literally'. Chris Traeger literally adored this segment. (It's short and is exactly what you'd expect. Not much to say here.)

The next segment is on LGBTQIA+ rights in Uganda. Interestingly, John introduces this segment by saying "finally tonight..." despite being only 12 minutes into a 30 minute show. Definitely had me checking the clock in confusion.

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I appreciate that John opens this segment not sugarcoating anything happening to LGBTQIA+ individuals in Uganda, even before he gets into the details of the anti-gay laws there. While there's been segments prior that have been obviously extremely serious, this is the first one that feels like John is coming from a place of seriousness first, jokes second. There are plenty of jokes, yes, lots of very funny ones. But when you compare how this segment opens, with no frills or equivocating, to even the Hobby Lobby segment earlier this episode, there's a pretty obvious difference.

People really didn't know how to react to the line "the moral arc of the universe is long, and it bends away from Uganda." There's like one scattered laugh at that. I'm pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be a joke.

A lot of the details of this segment are deeply upsetting, especially post-Trump in a world where it feels like freedoms are rolling back everywhere and extremist hatemongers like Scott Lively are being treated more and more seriously. The fact that he was laughed at here in the past is refreshing, but knowing that he'd likely be a top senate candidate now is so distressing. There's a lot of things that can be seen in this show in hindsight, most of them so far more benign than this. Unfortunately, the exportation of homophobia now looks less like the death throes of a dying political position, as John posits here from 2014, and more like a big factor in sowing the seeds for this last decade's right-wing global surge.

That being said, Pepe Julian Onziema is a true portrait of grace under fire. The interview with Onziema in the show is extremely illuminating, the kind of interview that makes me wish John did more interviews. Onziema is a delight - I love his seriousness in speaking to the realities of living as an LGBT+ person in Uganda, and his bravery in fighting this fight despite the looming threat of severe prison time. Relatedly, "Sorry doesn't cut it" is such a great comeback to John apologizing for being part of two groups of people that brought this wave of homophobia to Uganda.

There is an extended interview with Onziema on YouTube that dives further into some of the specifics of certain social elements, like context into how Ugandan discourse took on elements of American homophobic talking points (like "gay people are recruiting children") and a timeline of Scott Lively's touring of Uganda. John manages to completely break him by singing part of an early hateful song about "the rainbow belonging to God" as well, which made me so happy. Turn those hateful things into ludicrously stupid ones to destroy them.

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I do highly recommend watching this interview - it's one of the best things that LWT has ever done, still. This has stayed with me for 10 years.

Other notes:

Hey. Hey Lee. You gonna talk about the fit?: Yes of course I am, the meds didn't change my brain THAT much. We have a light blue shirt with a dark blue tie with lighter piping, and a gray suitjacket. This is a subdued look but I like the neutral slate color combination going on here. 8/10

I haven't mentioned the unique title cards for each episode of LWT yet, mainly because this is the first one I found really funny - it's a picture of Renaldo with the caption "Kickus Ballium". (New name for football ahoy!)

Please enjoy this incredible "I'm so smooth" looking freeze frame that I took while pausing the episode to write. So smooth.

"I've got to be honest, being British is sometimes a little like being an alcoholic. When someone says you did something awful, you find yourself going, 'Honestly, I don't even remember doing that, but yeah, probably, probably. I'm a dick, I'm a dick.'" He slipped so easily into that Ian Duncan mode for this line, I so hope he comes back for the Community movie.

#john oliver #last week tonight #last week tonight with john oliver #last lee tonight #Youtube #i am aware that i have spent over half a year on this and have only gotten nine episodes in

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storymaker14 · 5 months

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Author's Notes, Parts One and Two

If you haven't read the story before the author's notes... what are you doing?!? Go back and read the thing first!

Author’s Notes, 15 April 2023:

That… is so much better. Even if it’s still meh, it’s so much better than my first try. Ugh.

I originally wrote it just with Saavik mourning Spock on her own. And it was shit. Like, really, it was absolute fecal matter. Now that it’s rewritten literally six months later, and it’s at a point where I’ll (as of writing these notes) read it over again one more time in the morning, correct anything glaring and sand down anything in need of smoothening, and then most likely actually post it, I feel much much better.

So let’s talk about the elephant in the room. On-screen canon absolutely does show the young reborn Spock facing pon farr on the Genesis Planet, and Saavik being super affectionate for a Vulcan once this becomes clear. It shows Young!Spock absolutely not showing signs of blood fever (aka plak tow) in the following hours or days, which indicates that his pon farr, um, urges, were, um, satisfied. And it also shows Saavik not really being able to face Spock when he’s fully restored to himself afterwards, instead finding the floor very fascinating. And at the beginning of the next movie, Saavik is staying on Vulcan for… reasons. Reasons unstated on-screen. Reasons very clearly stated in previous drafts of the script, but cut later. And yes, those reasons. And we never see Saavik again. Her actress came back on TNG (and Babylon 5!), and Valeris from the sixth movie was originally supposed to be her, but in the end no more Saavik. Fast forward to TNG, and Captain Picard mentions, when they're bringing Sarek aboard, that he'd met him before, at the wedding of his son. Given Sybok was dead by the time Picard was born, unless we're going to find YET ANOTHER surprise Sarek child... that's Spock, canonically having married.

And then we have the fact that, for a little while, the books (RIP, forever too soon) did have Spock and Saavik getting married, and still being married in the late 2370s. Unfortunately, this ended up being ignored, and I do think eventually contradicted, but come on. Vulcan’s Heart was a really good book, and when a certain other Vulcan needed to prove who he was in the first Titan novel and did so by sending Spock regards from his wife? Nice.

And then we include the Romulan supernova, which in the books where the Spock/Saavik marriage was a thing briefly… never came up.

So, this isn’t canon on screen, and it doesn’t particularly correspond to the Destiny / First Splinter book timeline either. It’s kinda my own sandbox, but only in the sense that I took sand from, like, two or three different boxes and sifted it all together. At least that first part is.

As for the message from Spock... remember how I said the first version was shit? Let me amend that: I copied what I wrote for that message the first time, added one sentence and a half of another (obviously), and otherwise left it as is. That part, I liked from the first pass.

The bits from New Vulcan? Yup, that’s the Kelvinverse from the JJ Abrams films. Totally surprised me on the first pass when I realized hey, that would be a fun thing to add. Took a sledgehammer to the first draft of that, too, but not quite as extensively. Basically the first part, I made longer and better, and the second part, I made shorter and better. And kept the middle as is. (Also, does that make it four sandboxes?)

(Oh, I almost forgot: Trek movies II, III, and IV are about the only places where the fact that Saavik is half-Vulcan, half-Romulan doesn’t come up. So while it’s technically not canon… it’s close enough. Plus it explains why she cussed toward the beginning of II, and openly cried at Spock’s funeral at the end.)

Also, the first version existed when Kirstie Alley died in December 2022, and I probably should have rewritten it then, but I’ve never been good at forcing my muse to arrive. Besides, Ms Alley was great but Robin Curtis is my Saavik. (Oh, shoot, I made a reference in the first draft that implied Saavik looked like Curtis, not Alley. I’ll see if I can drop it in, but if I can’t, I shan’t be upset. [Note from last re-read before posting: I didn't. Oh well.])

In case you hadn’t noticed, I write in stream of consciousness sometimes.

Thanks to the late Leonard Nimoy and to Zachary Quinto, for portraying the versions of Spock that show up. Thanks to Ethan Peck, whose Spock doesn’t show up but is awesome anyway. Thanks to the late Kirstie Alley and to Robin Curtis, for being Saavik. Thanks to the late Ben Cross (whole lotta late on this one, boo) and the even later Mark Lenard, for the Sarek who shows up and for Sarek in general. Thanks as always to Memory Alpha and Memory Beta. Two things about Beta that I want to point out here: one, it gave me the name T’Val, which yes is a reference to something, and ten thousand Trekkie points to anyone who knows without going to Memory Beta; two, Star Trek Beyond took place in 2263 and Memory Beta says Saavik was born in 2264, which I didn’t actually know until I went looking for her parents’ names but was just, *chef’s kiss*.

LLAP, y’all.

Author's Notes, 11 December 2023:

This was originally posted on another site back in April, but since I tend to get a scosh more attention here than there, plus it's become my go-to place to put the stuff I write... well, here it is.

Sorry if anyone was excited to read something spicy or steamy, and ended up disappointed. What's interesting is that, judging from the dates on everything, this is the last piece of fiction I wrote before I started on The State of Our Union in earnest, because the earliest notes I can find on that were from about a week after I posted this initially.

Also, this is not the only Trek stuff I've written. Not even close. I might move that over here as well at some point. We shall see. (SPOILER: I did.)

Of course, now that Strange New Worlds has boldly gone in new directions, I kind of want to figure out a meeting between Chapel and Saavik... maybe with a little La'an as a nice bonus.

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Chapter 3.

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I love how this chapter starts with @pippelulu and I complaining about how bad we are at writing weddings and musing over when they'll happen in the story. I don't think a single wedding happened over the course of 31 chapters.

This was... probably the most confusing opening scene ever written. And I can't remember which one of us is responsible for it. Why do Aiko and Hadzuki think they're doomed? Why does Onpu say "who would want to do that" after Doremi says she's getting married when 1. Onpu is already engaged and 2. It seems later on in the scene no one even heard Doremi anyway? And again WHY did we have to ruin Momoko for ✨comedy✨.

"bluenette" - yeah that was PippElulu and also very 2000s fanfiction coded.

Now at this point it's well established that this story could not care less about continuity and plot holes and everything that happened was just for the sake of "random xD" but WHY was this mentioned lmfao. The scene opened with everyone sitting around in the living room before the conga madness. So were they all just chilling watching porn together? Did the TV malfunction at that very moment? Also love the idea of Aiko beating the shit out of a conga line while some corny porn music plays in the background lmao

Spot the kids who knew nothing about currencies and the cost of jewellery lmao. Also wouldn't that be forbidden magic? Inflation bro...

MELON LORD MENTION 🍉🍉WHY DID WE INCLUDE THIS CONSTANTLY?

lmao sorry bestie but I love how PippElulu called Aiko getting excited over the engagement of one of her best friends being "childish and silly."

Momoko forgive me... you are so smart and intelligent and wise and not the melon lord. I beg you.

Again with the "random xD" lol why is there a whole scene of the FLATY5 fighting like kids in their own home before Aiko just appears out of nowhere.

Lmao pippelulu and I were laughing over this the other day. Homie really wrote a whole paragraph of Aiko turning into a pixie and it was just never brought up again. Where is the LORE.

Oh, and Leon transforms too (of course).

Leon took Aiko's chin and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. They stayed like that for at LEAST 6 seconds.

This sentence reminds me of when my friend and I were flipping through 50 Shades of Grey looking for the worst lines and one was "we stayed like that for minutes. Many minutes."

I totally stole that first piece of dialogue from a Charmed episode and that's probably why I kept it in.

PippElulu and I would send each other our parts over ffn pms and there is in fact a conversation where we argue over this.

This was posted on PippElulu's account originally so she could have just taken it out instead of adding in her author's note... OR AT THE VERY LEAST CORRECTED MY YOU'RE

"The others are acting hormonal; they're acting like 12 year old boys"

Well, makes sense given it was written by 12 year old girls 😀👍

I don't have anything to say about this scene, I just need to make sure PippElulu reads it.

But the next line has Hadzuki summoning a bubble wand? Literally what were all the random ass abilities we were giving these girls. We fr went "magical girls? oh so any magic will do then, right?"

"THE MELON LORD COMMAND THAT YOU PEASANTS GIVE HER A PIE! GIVE THE MELON LORD PIE AND SHE WILL FORGIVE THE SELFISH DESIRES OF THE WATER BENDER!"

Momoko I am so sorry...

And Aiko has electrokinesis too????

I genuinely had no idea what "overrated" meant when this was written so I have to laugh every time I use that word to refer to the fic. Like bestie you have no clue what you're yapping about 😭

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#i think this was the first chapter we didnt write together in the same room #idk when the next one we wrote together will be but im sure ill have memories of it when it happens #waof reread #waof ch3 #bri rambles

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