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theglidingbat · 7 months

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I feel like two face (not Harvey) and bruce have the same realtionship that the platypus and doctor Doofenshmirtz in the sense that-

Two face: matches?

Bruce/matches (taking of his sunglasses)

Twoface: Matches the prince of Gotham?

Bruce: (taking off the shirt to reveal the batsuit)

Twoface: bat-matches the prince of Gotham?

Bruce: (sighing as he takes off the moustache)

Twoface: bruce Wayne in a bat costume?

Bruce: (puts on the cowl)

Twoface: BATMAN!?

yeah You get it. This is silly but twoface won't recognise batman until that cowl is on.

Even more hilarious is if Harvey knows (he does) and wonders how they share a brain and body when his counterpart is so oblvious.

Bruce finds it funny and has Stopped trying to even hide it at this point.

Bruce would forget to take his cowl on time and wonder why two face is screaming at him asking where his husband is when he's literally RIGHT THERE.

#this is pure bullshit #but again its my blog so who's to judge #bruharvey #bruce wayne #batman #two face #harvey dent #its been a while since I read bruharv fics #i think I barely even talk about them here #oh well

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 26 days

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is it normal for cattle to get lung abscesses

But yes. It’s normal for an animal to develop if they were aspirated during their infantile stage, such as is true for calves when they contract pneumonia. It’s a condition you will literally never know about until a cow dies suddenly. It cannot be predicted or prevented beyond shrugging and hoping an animal you buy has never had pneumonia.

How about you stop trying to capitalize on a tragedy to push your agenda, you miserable demon.

#Worst wishes anon have a terrible day #eat a spoonful of pure salmonella #I’m so sick of people trying to find cute little ‘gotcha’ quips to make when someone’s pet dies #what is your problem #‘Uhm actually this person should have simply invented the cure for cancer and prevented brain aneurisms if they were a good owner’#do you READ what you type when you type it??#and don’t even try ‘what if they were just asking’ because no they weren’t lol #there’s a reason they sent this to the owl blog instead of the cow blog

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flowerofbuffoonery · 16 days

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I said I'd make this post and here it is. Extremely unimportant stuff, not any big changes, feel free to ignore.

Blog updates! I decided not to delete my blog but prepare yourselves because I'm gonna start posting about me, my thoughts and outside of fandoms as well. I had an epiphany over the last few days; this is my house thus I can change the rules however I like! Hooray. Everyone cheered. Look at me not having realized this sooner.

After a few years, I think I want to pick up poetry again. I'll create a tag for that if I do, or maybe turn @ivoryblossoms into my poetry side-blog instead. I owe a huge thanks to my mutuals who encouraged me in this, you guys are so awesome.

Speaking of sideblogs, I might delete both. Still making my decision.

URL change coming soon. Will make a separate post for that.

And that's honestly it? I'm saving you all from a whole essay I typed and deleted then retyped and finally, deleted again. I'm not a big blog so I don't expect anyone to care nor read. This is just me, yelling into the void. (read: at myself)

#if you did read however #thank you #and a reminder that anyone can unfollow me at anytime :)#really the whole point here is that I don't want this to be a pure fandom blog anymore. was it even that? who knows. not me :)#jay dumps their unwanted thoughts

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 months

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sometimes it drives me literally insane to see romance requests that are like

--I want a romance wherein it's basically the happy epilogue throughout the book

--I want a romance that has great communication and they never withhold anything from each other ever

--no "miscommunication trope"

The last thing is just a general gripe about how so many of the things people say are tropes are not tropes, and it's pedantic and snobby but like. Miscommunication is so broad. It's not a trope. People are miscommunicating. WHAT are they miscommunicating about? Is one of them keeping a secret identity from their partner? Because a secret identity romance iS a trope. Is one of them withholding their feelings out of fear of rejection?

Because people DO miscommunicate. Often writers do write it clumsily. If people miscommunicate for no reason, sure, whatever. But if they miscommunicate BECAUSE of a REASON--like, often it's not even miscommunication lol. It's the hero keeping his dire supernatural secret from his wife because she'll die if she finds out (honestly, valid to me, but whatever). It's the heroine finding it difficult to trust the hero with her heart because her dad left when she was young (maybe cliche in theory, but actually a very real thing that happens).

If all you want is plotless nothing wherein everyone is happy and nobody makes mistakes, I personally have a hard time thinking of it as a book, because there is no story. It's just vibes. And essentially EVERY time, people have to mess up and make mistakes in order for there to be a plot.

I just don't understand the point.

#romance novel blogging #if all you want is pure vibes what you want is a short form story or fanfic sorry #you don't want a book #and i'm not saying every writer does miscommunication right--romance has a lot of clumsy writers who just shove it in #(lmao)#but miscommunication is often a backbone in its most broad form of conflict #'i cannot tell you this thing because i am scared for you'#'i cannot tell you this thing because i'm scared of what you'll think of me'#'i can't tell you how i really feel bc i frankly need therapy'#these are all forms of miscommunication and the thing is that when a writer does it well you don't even call it 'miscommunication trope'#but you'll still dismiss miscommunication as bad #the long game by rachel reid is a great example #generally a really well-received book!#ilya gets distant with shane and shane doesn't take ilya's feelings as much as he should #bc ilya has depression and is not telling shane about it #and there is NO REASON for ilya to do this other than internalized shame and a tendency to hide his pain to keep others happy #this is miscommunication!!! they are not communicating well!!! and people still like the book bc rachel reid is a good writer #who knows how to convey this in a way that isn't annoying and is relatable #lol ofc all of this is also symptomatic of the fact that people can't read nuance anymore apparently #and 'character behaves badly = book bad'#(for the record ilya and shane miscommunicate a lot in both books but those books are widely loved bc again rachel is a good writer)

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space-writes · 1 month

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heads up seven up

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! an excerpt from A Question of Trust today. A long chunk for just seven sentences, because I have access to semicolons and em-dashes and you can pry them from my cold dead hands

“These will do far better, salen’cath.” The thing about Elvish was that it didn’t use a lot of pronouns. It used proper names, or left them out altogether—you worked out what was being referred to by context, which made translations without context a headache and a half, and which meant that the aasimar’s use of my was deliberately chosen because she was very obviously his cat, and the emphasis was something no-one who didn’t speak Elvish would notice or care about. Ashenivir spoke excellent Elvish. His cheeks burned and for a moment he was back in Neverwinter, with Rizeth telling him to buy oranges in Common; his fingers on Ashenivir’s lips, the tang of citrus on his tongue—Rizeth had called him apprentice, not Ra’soltha, but for how long now had that been the very same thing? Something beneath his ribs felt the way his hand did without Rizeth’s in it. Ashenivir gripped his collar so tight the links dug into his palm, and turned away, leaning heavily against the side of the food cart. His heart was thudding out of all proportion—it was too hot today, too hot by far.

no-pressure tagging @morganwriteblr @aalinaaaaaa @revenantlore and @ashen-crest!

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #heads up seven up #tag games #heads up 7 up #wip #snippets #fanfiction #obedience fic blogging #c: ashenivir zauvym #c: catriona hanali #ashenivir is once again having Feelings and not doing so good with handling them #fucking about with elven grammar based on reading like 1 blog post and also Vibes #purely to make a point about Titling <3 #catriona's a bitch but she and her Sir have a v good relationship #she's just always going to be a bitch about rizeth bc she hates him

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mod-jazzy · 6 months

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Jazzy VS Colored Text

Hello! I am making this post just as a update for me/my blogs.

Later today I’ll be adding these banners to all my blogs pinned posts:

If you are interacting with ME or MY blogs in specific, please refrain from using large amounts of colored text.

I have a reading disorder as it is and colored text on white backgrounds just makes it worse for me to read. It strains my eyes and it’s just difficult all together for me.

This is a example of colored text for reference. I’m being nice and not using yellow

This is not a attack on anyone or anything. I am not telling you how to run your blogs. All I ask that is if you are interacting with ME or MY blogs in specific, that you refrain from using large amounts of colored text.

I don’t mind one or two words here and there. But prolonged sentences or paragraphs are just.. difficult for me to read!

So please if you are interacting with ME in specific, please refrain!

I want to be able to read what is being said and not have to copy/paste it into another program just to be able to read it. Or not have to stare at it and strain my eyes just to comprehend it.

Thank you for your time! Have a lovely day otherwise!

#I CAN read colored text if I strain and stare hard enough.. but I’m not gonna do that OTL sorry #again this ISNT A ATTACK ON ANYONE this is SO ENTIRELY PERSONAL TO ME IN SPECIFIC!!!#ooc #mod jazzy #important #update #I didn’t wanna have to make it a thing but it’s becoming!! popular in the community #and my poor eyes. please #this is very personal and I’m not telling anyone how to run a blog or do anything #just like. please if ur gonna talk to me or do long interactions I am beggin #colored text on pure white backgrounds will be the death of me in specific I stg

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thedarkcircuswritings · 22 days

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Request:make story and Headcanon(and i hope SM like it meanwhile WL is traumatized and VL is crying as hell send help plzzz☠️)

"...Aww, is that it? Is that all Dark Enchantress can do?" Shadow Milk let Dark Enchantress's crumbs pass through his hands, but the remaining red aura of her magic still circled around him as he grinned. White Lily could only stare in horror. Her other half... Her damned wicked rage... Now just crumbs after a long battle against the beast. Shadow Milk had known that Dark Enchantress would betray him, honestly. He just didn't think it'd be so soon! Oh, well, that had been her downfall, not his! With a twisted cackle, Shadow Milk let himself absorb Dark Enchantress's essence, parts of him becoming red as blue and red strings began to come out of him. "Shadow Milk, stop this! You can't handle such magic!" Pure Vanilla cried out. Part of that was true, but honestly, he was more worried than anything. Shadow Milk was already powerful, but adding Dark Enchantress's magic to this would be... Shadow Milk laughed at the face of Pure Vanilla's worry. "Oh, silly-Vanilly!~ Of course I can handle such magic! In fact... With one half gone, I can just absorb the other half!" Strings rose up, grabbing and yanking White Lily down like tight, sharp chains as she began to be dragged toward the overpowering jester. "WHITE LILY!!" Pure Vanilla shouted, racing forward, nearly leaping to grab White Lily's hand, but with another tug and a flash of blue, green, and red light... ...She was gone along with Shadow Milk. And Pure Vanilla was left alone.

#🎭shadow writing!#I read a bit more on doodles on your blog #But these drawings made me come up with a COMPLETELY different idea #Sooo. Have this?#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #shadow milk cookie #white lily cookie #pure vanilla cookie

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thedevotionaltour · 2 months

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On their first night rooming together, Matt and Foggy found it extremely funny that they had both planned on going into law before joining Starfleet.

Foggy told his roommate how he got through one year of undergrad before feeling bizarrely unsatisfied, and terribly lost, because he'd been planning on that for the past four years of his life. When trying to figure out what he wanted to do at the end of his second semester (as he had felt the gut wrenching realization around midterms that this didn't feel quite right or worth it), a friend had called Foggy up to catch up, telling him about how their time at the academy was going. Foggy decided it might be interesting to go try that out. In turn, Matt tells Foggy how he changed his mind at age 15, right at the start of sophomore year of high school, when his dad went back to freighter work for the first time since right before Matt had been born.

Jack Murdock had always desired to work in the stars, but knew he would never have the skills or smarts to get into Starfleet. The next best thing was freighter ship work-- it was fairly easy to get an occupation in, and most people weren't looking to get into it anyways. Freighter work is hard: it's months of deep space, cramped quarters on ships purely designed for the handling of cargo with still little consideration of the living experience on them despite the centuries of their existence at this point. While you're going new places, meeting new clients, the only people you're in constant contact with are the same handful of people for all this time. And while you'll grow close, become tight knit friends, it still feels so damn lonely sometimes. especially on those family run freighters, despite how it seems like you should be able to slide right on into them comfortably and become their family, too. Despite it all, Jack functioned just fine, and even found himself thriving in the work, because he was where he had always wanted and now loved to be. To get to see those stars in the vast expanse of the galaxy was a gift to him, and he wouldn't trade it for the world. He had always thought that for sure, until he'd gotten done with work for the time being and was now on a well earned break back on Earth, and met a lovely young lady named Maggie. He knew then he would trade every star in the sky just to see her smile.

Jack Murdock knew he had done just that when he heard that first little cry from the little boy that looked so much like him right in Maggie's arms.

Freighter ships, despite how a good amount of them were family operated and owned, were still no place for children. Even for the ones that had those multigenerational structures in mind, it was still thought of with that family in mind, at a very specific size, and even then it could get real crowded. After all, these ships are for cargo, and there'd be no space for it if every operation allowed their employees to bring their kids. Jack knew there would never be any space for Matty in a place like that, even if Matt could befriend the few other potential children aboard (that is, if Jack could even get contracted with a ship that allowed them). Even if Jack wanted to go back terribly to his off planet work, there was no one to take care of Matt with Maggie out of the picture, no family or friends close enough for it. Jack would have to leave Matty alone for months at a time, and the thought felt unbearable considering he was worried about the idea of his son's loneliness on a ship with him. So Jack decided his time up there was over, he had a little boy back on Earth to take care of, and picked up other jobs here and there to allow Matt to have a normal enough childhood.

They stay up late the first night in their new cramped quarters, on their first real starship assignment together, the training assignment every cadet is required to go through in order to graduate. For the first time Matt tells Foggy how he feels like he's one of the last people on Earth in this century to ever have his whole life change due to corporate carelessness, because it wasn't due to something blowing up in his face in a school lab at age 12 that lead to his loss of vision. It's the first time Matt's ever discussed how he went blind with Foggy. Despite the intense, tight, and thorough rules and regulations and oversight of the transportation and handling of radioactive materials in the 24th century, somehow, some way, Matt managed to be one of the few people involved in such a mishandling when all that chemical waste spilled. Matt's never considered it being at the wrong place at the wrong time though, because it meant someone else didn't have to go through that same fate when he shoved that man out of the way, and he would do it a million times over if it meant no one else had to get hurt.

While there have been advances and improvements in ocular implants, that wasn't the case when Matt was a child. Implants were still a newer technology and procedure still being refined, and it was frightening to consider an only potentially successful operation for only somewhat restored eyesight. The VISOR was (and still is, for the most part) the most common option, therefore less frightening, and far easier to understand and upkeep. Matt would rather have that for any kind of visual restoration even if his sight would be absolutely nothing like he had known before. Even if Matt had lost his sight now, or if the technology had been near perfect back then, he would still choose his VISOR over anything else for everything it does bring to his world.

Matt grew up hearing just how damn smart he was from his daddy, and how he was goin' to do great things one day, be a doctor or a lawyer or an ambassador for intergalactic peace. How one day Matty was gonna be a better man than his daddy, and do so much more than he ever got to with all those brains he had. Matt still found his daddy pretty smart and found him to be a pretty good man.

When Jack told Matt that one of the freighter vessels he had previously worked for had contacted him, offering him a job, Matt encouraged him to take the opportunity when Jack had asked how he'd feel if Jack went to work for them. Matt had known his whole life how much his daddy loved the stars, loved working up there, and how much this meant to him. He already knew that deep down, Jack was going to say yes to this job no matter what, that his heart had settled on it because he knew Matty was old enough to take care of himself while Jack would be away. He told Matt that until he graduated and went off to college, he'd only been taking short distance jobs, only away for days to weeks at a time instead of those long stretches of so many months.

It felt like no surprise when Foggy and Matt learned the other had decided on going the command track when taking their entrance exams should they have gotten into the academy. Foggy knew from the start he wouldn’t be quite suited towards science or operations, but if nothing else, supposed he could learn the operations skills should something prevent going down a command route. Matt had not once considered any other track– sure, everyone wanted to be a captain when they thought of joining Starfleet, but he found no shame in that. He knew plenty of people switched over to other divisions anyways, and he felt confident enough in himself to be able to make it, helping in the oversight of a starship. It’s not that Matt was necessarily aiming to be a captain, but he wanted to be in on the action, to be part of the lead– more than anything, he wanted the thrill of the adventure. Even if Matt was sure he’d never be swayed to another track, he knows deep in his heart he wouldn’t mind where he ended up by the time he graduates– he just wants to see the stars the way his daddy did.

Matt had never understood the bizarre and weak taunts his peers would occasionally make when they learned his father worked on a freighter vessel, how they had an odd pretentiousness about it and thought it to be such lowly work. There were very few people who did this, and it always got to Matt just a little bit– pointless, mean little jabs for no good reason that were becoming more frequent and often, but he toughed it out and didn’t let it shake him. Matt was damn proud of his daddy. Nobody would ever take this feeling away. His father did amazing work, he was living his dream, and it inspired Matt so deeply. Matt thought about how much Jack loved working in the stars, and how much he loved Matt, and how smart he thought Matt was. Matt decided he would go into Starfleet and make his dad proud.

Foggy had almost convinced himself that he wanted to switch over to the science division after a particularly enjoyable and successful time in both an astrometrics and a xenobiology class. Matt had done great in his introductory xenolinguistics course, and found he had a natural talent for picking up a variety of languages. This talent didn’t translate into speaking them well, however, and one of his classmates begged Matt to never speak Andorian again without the assistance of the universal translator ever again. His accent apparently left much to be desired, and he’d been alerted that this issue had caused one of his phrases to become dangerously close to sounding like something particularly vulgar. Matt has been advised to stick with and further pursue Vulcan, Trill, Klingonese, and/or Modern Bajoran for advanced language courses, but particularly Trill. And to remain far, far away from Andorian.

Matt tells Foggy how in a small, selfish part of his heart, he wished he had never told his dad he was proud of what he did, and that he should have never taken that stupid job. Foggy tells Matt that’s not true. Matt argues that it is. Foggy asks why Matt would bother to still be here, following the same path if working on a ship was such prideless work, if that was the case. The next hour is awkward and silent. It’s the second night of their starship assignment. Foggy wonders if he should say sorry. Matt wonders the same.

Cadet Murdock has found he’s done particularly well as an assistant to the Chief of Security on the ship, as Lieutenant Commander Everett keeps threatening to give him a yellow shirt. He says it’ll look better than the red anyways. Cadet Natchios seems to be in disagreement when she overhears this from her station nearby, assisting Lieutenant Mi’ler, and says the red will be far more flattering with Murdock’s handsome features. Matt is sure his face is the same shade as the strip of red on his gray uniform.

Jack was supposed to call last Wednesday on Matt’s first day of his first assignment on a real starship. Not assisting on a day trip on a scout vessel or spending the day learning how to operate a shuttle craft, but a genuine Nova class starship that would spend the next 6 months surveying and charting a nearby planetary system while establishing further relations with some of the warp ready civillations within. Even if it was still a relatively small vessel for short term missions, even if it was still just training, Matt knew how happy and proud Jack would be to see his son in the exact place he always wished he could have been.

Cadet Nelson had nearly thrown up after his performance on the Kobayashi Maru, even if he had done on the upper end of well on the test. When he hears Cadet Murdock get compared to the likes of Captain James T. Kirk for the ingenuity in his approach to the simulation, he almost wants to punch his best friend in the face. For the next two weeks, Matt can’t wipe the stupid grin off his face over hearing he did the best in their class on the test. Foggy starts to feel his fingers reflexively curl when other cadets stop by their lunch table to bring it up and stroke Matt’s enlarging ego, no matter how humble he pretends to be about it.

In their last video call, Jack had been beaming when he told Matt that he’d been promoted. He’d be handling some of their larger, more important clientele and would be involved in higher up decision making that carried real weight to the operation of the vessel. He’d even been given some very minor training at the helm, too. Jack was no helmsman, never would be, but it was fun that he was allowed to give some extremely minor input now and then in regards to navigation and such with his newfound skills. Matt told his daddy he’d never been prouder, and that he couldn’t wait to be working up in the stars with him soon.

Two and half months into their assignment, Matt and Foggy have found themselves far too invested in the spaghetti western program on the USS Artemis’s holodeck suite, as it is one of the few roleplay simulations available. It is bizarrely extensive with the large amount of chapters it contains. They’ve started to slowly arrange and shift their schedules on the ship so that their free time lines up to go use the suite together, and it’s worked for the most part until everything became unexpectedly busy. Lieutenant Everett tells Cadet Murdock if he asks for one more shift change this week, he’s going to tell the Captain to greatly reduce his allotted holodeck hours. Matt tells Foggy he thinks he might try out the gymnastics program by himself this week, and Foggy tells him that he’s been thinking about spending more time reading this week anyways. They find that their free time shifts have been scheduled at the same time for the next month the following week.

Matt falls asleep the third night on the starship thinking about how Jack told him that for graduation, he’d take Matt on one last real good and fun day trip anywhere he wanted as long as it was on Earth, before his son would be shipped off onto a starship to go far away for a long time the next afternoon.

Foggy can barely believe it when he sees that he and Matt have been assigned to the same constitution class, exploratory starship for after graduation. While it isn’t the flagship Enterprise, it feels pretty damn close considering it’ll be their first true commissioned assignment, and he can’t contain his amazed, over the moon feeling about it. He confesses to Matt he was sure he would get stuck posted at some dinky deep space station. Not that that was something shameful, as it wasn’t in the slightest, it was still highly important and respectable work– but it wasn’t where Foggy wanted to go, and he knew that some cadets who didn’t do as well would get stuck in such places. Matt reminds his friend that he’s damn intelligent and quite skilled, and that he should give himself some more credit. It doesn’t push away the anxious creep that lives in Foggy’s mind, but it makes him feel a whole lot better to hear from one of the best guys in their class.

For their final day on Earth for the next 3 years, Matt and Foggy settle on a visit to New York to celebrate. Even if the location is decidedly boring on paper, considering all the places they could go, it’s a highly special trip. Matt shows Foggy the neighborhood he grew up in and points out the apartment building he and his dad used to live in as they stroll by. He tells Foggy that when he was a kid, he learned this part of the city used to be called Hell’s Kitchen centuries ago, but the name hadn’t really stuck as time went on. Matt liked calling it that though. The enjoyment had mostly started from finding a way to be allowed to say a swear word as a child, and then it simply became the way he referred to the neighborhood without any thought.

According to the report, the freighter vessel had gotten caught in the crossfire of a skirmish between the modified vessels of two small-time crime syndicates. It had been in a quiet, neutral zone in deep space, not too close towards any areas known to be particularly tense at the time. There had been 32 injured and 1 fatality out of a crew of 50 workers.

Ensign Matthew Michael Murdock can’t stop fiddling with the single, shiny pip on his new uniform as he gets ready to leave. It’s cool and smooth to the touch, just barely the size of his fingertip, and he’s known since childhood that it’s gold in color. He runs his hands down the uniform, taking note of his silhouette in the clothing, and smooths down his jacket one more time as he picks up his suitcase. When Matt heads out his door for the last time, his free hand goes right back to running over his red shirt collar where it sits.

#hello. take my post that was meant to be purely information dump rundown of some parts of this au that instead became vaguely sorta fic like #no one else has read this and i wrote half of it late at night so apologies for any incoherency LOL #please god readmore work correctly the first time.#static.soundz #i wrote this for me and absolutely nobody else also. but bc i wanna find it on my blog i will give it a cautious tag #daredevil #star trek #stardevil au #< bc i will inevitably write more on this. ANYWAYS!!!!

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broflovski-brah · 3 months

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Hey can you write Kyle hunger head canons or a fic?!?!?

Yk bc of ur hunger kink LMAOOOOOO

Hey can you get the fuck off my blog?!!?!

Yk bc nobody likes people like u LMAOOOOOO

anyway. you know damn well that’s not what it is. i’ve said that a million times on here and you must either be blind as shit, you haven’t read any of my posts or you wrote this to me purely because you are a dick.

i made a post on this like a week ago? i said it is an angst/comfort situation where people can be comforted and happy in the end. it’s not unlike the whump scenarios that are on here. and if those are okay, tell me why this isn’t. it’s purely a method of comfort that i enjoy and im not gonna let you ruin that for me.

you wanna talk shit you do it off anon too. don’t be a coward. if you’re okay with sending messages like this, man the fuck up and send it off anon.

unbelievable. my blog, my posts. if you think it’s weird nobody’s forcing you to look at it. i’m not hurting anybody.

#was tempted to do headcanons to spite your cowardly ass #anyways fuck you #skipper speaks #rude anon #you must be illiterate because i posted about this a number of times #it’s not a goddamn kink #it’s purely a method of angst/comfort for me that i enjoy #similar to sickfics that i write #nobody is making you look at my posts #so you left this for the sole purpose of being an asshole #so fuck you #if yiu had the time to read through my blog you couldn’t have missed the number of times i’ve said that #anyways i’ll continue posting what i want #and you can suck my ass #answered #nice way to start my day

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lagomort · 11 months

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wait you met your gf writing lazytown fanfic lol????

Yeah. If you sort LazyTown fanfics by hits, uh... there we are. #1 and #2. Sugar Plums and Talk is Cheap.

My girlfriend @gunsforeyes is #3 on kudos, though. Slot #2 when you sort by kudos is taken up by @edgebug's fantastic (like a hero) in the half-light. Very well deserved given they're a great writer, though. If you want to read some vintage Lazytown fic I think they were big on my old fic rec lists.

But yeah. Me and my girlfriend have been together for 6 years now and only got together because we talked about my Lazytown OC. Robbie Rotten gay blessings etc.

#meme friend asks #but yeah. thats what my life is #i will never finish sugar plums but it got me a fuckin kickass beautiful girlfriend so its pretty cool all things considered #god and my ask tag is still meme friend asks from when i was a pure lazytown blog #i always forget #lazytown #also i met someone in real fucking life once who started talking to me #about my lazytown fanfic #they didnt even know i'd written it #they had just read my fic #literally insane #robbie rotten filled all our brains with goo

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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There's a historical romance discussion space I'd really like to engage with, but can't, because it feels like every other post is bemoaning a lack of historical accuracy from "lazy authors", while at the same time repeating inaccuracies over and over in the community....

and somehow these devotees to accuracy seem to have never heard of KJ Charles, who writes incredibly well-researched books that happen to be about queer couples, or Beverly Jenkins, who has literal bibliographies citing historical records and resources... while writing exclusively Black historical romance

#romance novel blogging #tbh most historical romance discussion spaces are dominated by cishet white women #who only seem to read cishet white romance #and it's just... aside from being anti-intellectual and regressive #just BORING #every other rec is georgette heyer like thx but no thx #i'll pass on antisemite mcgee #and i know i just posted about problematic books needing to be acknowledged and problematic authors #being a part of the canon #and i'd never deny heyer's place there bc for better or for worse she's hugely influential #BUT.#the lack of criticism surrounding her compared to lindsey #woodiwiss etc #mcnaught even #is... wild #heyer is free from critique bc she doesn't write that nasty sex stuff #but she will write about a jewish moneylender villain who preys upon the pure as snow heroine

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