I know this has been addressed countless times already, but if you’re part of a fandom and you regularly visit art blogs or if you regularly read fanfiction, PLEASE make sure you reblog/comment/interact in any way other than just liking. It only takes a few seconds to reblog a post, and it only takes a few minutes (at most) to leave a nice comment. It can be anything really; you don’t have to write elaborate comments or messages to make your favourite fanfic writer smile that day. Whether it’s a few simple sentences that express your enthusiasm to see their work or an incoherent mess of keysmashing, I assure you it will motivate writers/artists to keep posting for you. So many lovely content creators are drifting away due to the lack of interactions and it makes me incredibly sad.
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MC: Beel. Are you sure you weren't a burger in a past life?
Beel: *floored, staring down at his ketchup smeared hands like he's seeing himself for the very first time*
Beel: That would make so much sense...
MC: *pats his shoulder* It's alright, Beel... We all feel a little like Big Macs sometimes.
Mammon: ...
Mammon: So, is this some new thing you guys got going on...?
Belphie: Shut up, McPizza.
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Irondad fic ideas #151
There is a LOT of Iron Man merch out there. One day, Stark Industries comes out with a line of Iron Man themed night lights that look like arc reactors. The marketing? "For kids who are scared of the dark: Iron Man will protect you."
In completely unrelated news, a whole bunch of child abusers across the country have recently been arrested as a result of anonymous tips to local authorities.
Bonus:
It's an open secret at some point. Teens who are being abused start buying the night lights. Hell, adults start buying them. Charities pop up to cover the cost for anyone who needs it. Kids who are newly safe often send their night lights on to others ("I'm not scared of the dark anymore," they say).
Even with all of this, nobody snitches to the media or government. They all know grown-ups tend to complicate and ruin precious things.
It helps that the night lights clearly can distinguish between different types of situations. Kids whose parents need mental health or addiction support suddenly find they're being contacted by free services that actually help. If ICE is a concern, the people knocking on the door are not cops but immigrant rights activists. Kids who are hungry get food. Families who need housing support coincidentally find it.
"Iron Man will protect you," indeed.
This fic idea was inspired by this post from @fotibrit!!
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I have read Fellowship of the Ring more times than I have cared to keep count and every time I read Boromir’s, well, possession for lack of a better word, I have read it in fear, in discomfort, in horror, indifferently.
This was, I think, the first time I read it in pity. I looked at all the plans Boromir was making, how he would save his beloved city, how obstinate he was in his belief that the men of Minas Tirith would not be corrupted when wielding the Ring against Sauron —and I felt sad. He’s waving his hands and hollering and part of him is desperate just for the Ring, of course he is, he’s been traveling beside it with no hope for months, but he’s also desperate for hope. He’s desperate for a chance to save his people, save his brother, save his city.
Moreover, every time he calls out the Elves or the Wizards, you have to remember that he doesn’t know them. All he knows is that he traveled almost a full year to get their advice and they send him on, in his eyes, a hopeless venture. The one hope they give him is Aragorn, who promises to return and help save Minas Tirith with him, but even that all changes once Gandalf dies. They come to Lothlorien and of course it’s a welcome break, but they cannot, or maybe in Boromir’s eyes will not, help his people. And once they leave, Aragorn assumes his role as leader of the Fellowship in Gandalf’s stead more permanently and suddenly even that one, brief, uncertain hope of his is gone. Aragorn will follow Frodo. And it’s almost certain that Frodo will not go to Minas Tirith.
So is it any wonder, really, that tired, desperate, hopeless Boromir, out of his realm, out of his depth, already hanging by a thread when he joins the Fellowship and having been gnawed on by the Ring for months upon months afterwards, finally snaps once it’s clear that he will have to return home empty-handed and almost certain that somewhere far away Sauron is capturing the Ring and killing the companions that he had bonded with? Of course part of the Ring is making him lust for power, but it’s also his only “reliable” (in his mind) source of hope left to save his city.
And so I read Boromir’s (intelligent and thought out, mind you) raving and I don’t feel scared for Frodo, not after reading it so many times and knowing what ultimately happens, but sorrow for Boromir.
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psa: pls be mindful when you say stuff along the lines of 911 finally becoming the “gay firefighter show” bc that completely erases the BLACK LESBIAN couple that’s been there since day one. yes the people IN the fandom know what you mean but it’s a weird way to phrase it knowing that we have amazing representation of a healthy sapphic relationship with two woc which is ultra ultra rare
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Hello 👋🏼 just came home from the gym where everyone seems to have this ‘perfect’ body and wanted to show you normal gym body with soft tummy and no dump truck (or without breaking my back to create one)! 🤭
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