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an amethyst remembrance

@amethyystfox

Cate. she/her. millennial. mcyt brain rot

as a mcyt fan i am PAINFULLY aware of the blorbo bleebus ass names of the fuckin ccs in this fandom. i know. you can tell me about it. i know. no i dont fucking know why he decided his username would be mumbo jumbo either ok i WRITE FIC ABOUT THESE GUYS DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE SERIOUS SCENES WHEN THE GUY YOURE DESCRIBING IS NICKNAMED "xB" OR "fWhip"

No, but, like, I’m a huge SBI fan, so on my end that conversation goes something like this:

“Hi, my name is Tommy.”

“Yes, a very sensible name, Tommy. Hello.”

“Hi, my name is Wilbur.”

“Another sensible name. Loved you in Charlotte’s Web. Hello.”

“Hi, mate, my name is Philza, but most people call me Phil.”

“Okay, yeah, a little different. But Phil is also a sensible name. Hello. Honestly, I don’t get what people are talking about with-“

“Hullo, I’m Technoblade.”

“…”

And the length fanfic writers go to explain that oddball name is honestly hysterical. My absolute favorite is when they just don’t even acknowledge it’s a weird name. Just, yes, your name is Technoblade, I went to school with a Technoblade, great guy.

if you don’t know the difference between a hare and a rabbit you’ve never gazed into the cold wild eyes of a hare and known that if it could speak it would speak backwards

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Jack Rabbits are North American Hares and they’re the WORST to encounter at night becuase:

  • You all know how big a rabbit is.  Jack Rabbits and hares are much bigger. they’re the size of large cats or small dogs or just-walking-age children.
  • They also like to hang out in gangs of a hlf dozen to over 30.
  • and in the middle of backcountry dirt roads.
  • perhaps they’re dustbathing
  • or blood sacrifce
  • I don’t know because when you come up the road at night because your dog has a tiny bladder and needs to go out at midnight and you have no yard so you’re walking him on the dirt road around your neighborhod because you might aw well get some stargazing in, and you come just over the ridge to see a coven of twenty jackrabbits in the middle of the road
  • and
  • they
  • all
  • stand
  • up
  • not just onto all fours like a proper prey animal
  • No they get up on thier hind legs and don’t just sit but STAND like tiny rabbit-skinned toddlers, wobbing slightly as they stare directly at you eyes shining in your flashlight’s glow
  • …Blood Red.
  • And a chill goes through you on that warm july night because while they’re a puntable size and allegedly herbivores they’re standing and watching you just like people and you are vastly outnumbered.
  • everyone freezes
  • you’re considering your odds aganst roughly 200lbs of Suspiciously Humanoid Hare
  • and they’re considering their odds against you
  • the only sound in the never-ending high desert wind 
  • somewhere in your peripheral vision you can see the streetlights but they seem awfully far away
  • The nearest Jack Rabbit
  • Blinks
  • and takes a single shuffling step
  • forward
  • You area an overdevloped monkey and your prefrontal cortex is capable of some amazing feats but it runs very slowly compared to the reflexes of a rabbit and you’re frozen as you desperately scramble for the appropriate course of action, hands feeling thick and useless, mouth dry and feet imeasurably heavy there’s no way you’d outrun THESE, god there’s a rabies outbreak going around that shit’s not curable-
  • The Dog
  • L U N G E S
  • It’s only the briefest of movements but the animal you’d picked out for his gangly legs and floppy ears and goofy smile is suddenly a dark shape of muscle and teeth and had flung himself at the horrible goblin rabbits faster than mere physics should dictate, appearing in the circle of the flashlight for only the briefest of moments before the jolt from the leash makes you stumble and the light falters
  • The Jack Rabbits
  • Scatter
  • Vanishing into the faintly starlit sagebrush in as so many faint gray shapes that might be mistaken for the dustclouds they kick up
  • Later, you sit on the couch disquieted
  • and you wonder
  • If the sight of the Jack Rabbits standing and studying you was frightening enough to make you yearn for the safety of the yellowed streetlights
  • what must it be like from thier end?
  • what terrifying creature 
  • deliberately ties itself
  • to something so horrible
  • As a Dog?

@gallusrostromegalus that last bit gave me such a strong mental image I absolutely had to draw it

WELL HOLY SHIT.

CONGRATULATE, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR.

is it ok if I print it out and stick it on the fridge?

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I found a soft quietude come over me. Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last.

This segment gives me so much joy, but is a great example of what makes Jonathan incredibly unique among similar types of horror victims in Victorian literature.

A lot of academic analysis notes Jonathan’s traditionally feminine role in the early chapters of Dracula, but chalk it up to “the horror of emasculation”—that Dracula imposing femininity on Jonathan expresses the gender role anxiety of the time and is part of how Dracula terrorizes him.

But that’s just straight-up not how the book is written. Jonathan is comforting himself with his connection to the sweet, soft ladies of old, wishing he were writing love letters to his own love far away. He soothes himself with the image as a way to escape the horrors surrounding him. He encourages himself with the comparison to Shezerade and her cleverness earlier.

It’s the difference between “Jonathan is facing horrors traditionally imposed on female characters” and “the horrors INCLUDE the connection to female characters.” That distinction is enforced by how he, on his own, finds comfort and encouragement by thinking of himself among their number.

It’s a distinction that wouldn’t be obvious from just reading a summary of the story, which in all honesty seems to be what some academic analysis is working from.

Did you know that AO3 allows fics with homicide in them? There’s a whole tag for Major Character Death and even more tags so you can find exactly what kind of character death you want to read. 

Don’t they know that murder is illegal? You just know there are a bunch of homicidal maniacs out there who love to read those stories. They write them, too, in between killing people. 

Anyone can read the stories on AO3! Kids can read them! They’re getting exposed to stabbing, poisoning, even guns! And they’re writing the heroes doing the killing, too! That’s basically telling kids it’s okay to go out and murder their families. It’s promoting violence and encouraging homicide and if we don’t do something about it soon, you’ll be murdered next!

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The devil came to my house and tried to burn it down, which is why this post exists in the first place.

I saw Goody OP writing darkfic with the devil.

REAL QUEERS STAND UNITED / REAL QUEERS DON'T TALK TO THE COPS / MORE FATS, MORE FEMS / T4T, WE ALL FIT UNDER THE QUEER UMBRELLA

get a sticker here! i'd really appreciate it bcus i'm trying to grind to afford my big gay wedding this october. commissions will be open by the end of the week so keep an eye out for that.

Hello. My name is Count D’racula Dementia Vampyr Way. I have long white teeth (that’s how I got my name) and a long white moustache with white streaks that reaches my mid back and red eyes like limpid blood and a lot of people tell me I look like my predecessor Dracula (if you don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!!) I’m not related to Attila but I wish I was cause he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire and my teeth are long and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a Count, and I live in a creepy castle in Transylvania where I’ve been for quite some time (I’m an age.) I’m a Goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and the blood of every conqueror ever flows through my veins. I’m also a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black shirt, black trousers, a black cape, and black mid-thigh boots. I was wearing no makeup. I was walking around inside my castle. It was nighttime which I was very happy about. An English lawyer stared at me. I threw his shaving mirror out the window.

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The way Jonathan bursts out with “do you want me to stay so long??” in Re: Dracula just GETS me because it’s so desperate and a bit frantic—his calm, polite mask pretending everything is fine slips away as he feels the noose tighten around his neck. It’s just painful to hear.

The light at the end of the tunnel is flickering out, and it vanishes when Dracula sets him at the letter-writing table.

I feel like people misunderstand philza, you cannot just guilt Philza, you bring this man stories of angst and thousands dying and philza starts cackling, he thinks it’s funny. If Forever was like “ah I have hanahaki because of you” philza would look him in the eye and go “then choke bitch” philza “war criminal” Minecraft who has broken the Geneva conventions and will do so again without remorse has never really felt guilt ever. Like Yanderes are fun and all but Philza just wins, every time, you can’t guilt him he’ll just laugh at you he does it all the time

Reminds me of Antarctic empire days where techno was more of the moral compass in that series than phil. Heck, I believe that clip of Phil shouting “fuck the orphans” and then throwing a grenade into discarded villagers in boats is still somewhere in the internet. So yeah, forever is more likely to get laughed at by Philza “fuck around and find out” Minecraft than forever guilt-tripping Philza.

Been thinking a lot about reading and getting information from text recently as someone with ADHD so I'm curious

I hate to say reblog to increase sample size but my following is pretty small and I'd like to get actual input on this, so if you wanna toss a reblog after you answer that'd be much appreciated <3

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians 

I would genuinely love to hear what a resident of china or russia loves about their home bc I’m not a fucking bigot and I know a government doesn’t define a culture but thanks for ur exposing yourself babe xoxo

No, this is important. If nothing else, then because you don’t fight for something you don’t love.

I grew up in Charlottesville, Virginia, and was living there during the Unite the Right rally in 2017. For those that don’t know, a bunch of racist assholes from all over the nation converged on Charlottesville to protest the removal of a statue of Robert E Lee, a Confederate general. We knew they were coming. We knew what they were going to do. So a bunch of locals led a counter-protest. They said: “No. This is our home. We love our home. We love the buildings and the culture. We love the Downtown Mall and we love Monticello and we love Bodo’s Bagels and we love the University campus. We love the parks and we love the centuries old houses. But more than that, we love the people. We love our neighbors, and we don’t much care what color their skin is or how long they’ve lived here. You and your hatred aren’t welcome here. This is not a place for hate.” And one woman lost her life to deliver that message, but it ended up broadcast on screens across the nation and around the world: hatred has no home here. We won’t let it.

Because that’s what happens when you love a place. You fight for it. You say: “No. No transphobes or homophobes. No racists. No religious zealots looking to make their own twisted Promised Land. No police brutality. No greedy corporations trying to make a quick buck on our poverty. No crooked politicians pretending to be for us but really working for our enemies. None of that here. You aren’t welcome.”

If you don’t love your home, you will leave it first. You’ll let the bastards have it. It’s a shithole anyway; why polish a turd? But if you love your home, you fight for it. And it might not be overnight, and some people may lose their lives to deliver that message, but in the end it comes through: you aren’t welcome.

Something that we are introduced being regarded as lowkey heretical by English Churchmen is what saves Jonathan, because he felt that old woman's care was stronger than his preconceived notions and he kept putting it around his neck.

Reading Dracula in chronological order like this really reinforces that Jonathan's trip was only supposed to take like 2 weeks max. Most of it should have been traveling. No wonder he was frantic by day two in the castle. He probably should have left by then.