So What Who Cares

I have no words, none at all, to express how heartbroken I am. I’ve been crying since I found out.

He wasn’t just a childhood hero, he was an inspiration in many of the things I love to do to this day. Without him and his music I wouldn’t be here today.

Blast Linkin Park on your speakers. Scream their lyrics. Play their songs. Feel them resonate within you.

“Remember all the sadness and frustration, and let it go.”

Nikola Tesla is the greatest b/c he loved pigeons and science and wanted to provide people with electricity at low cost but he was also lowkey trying to build a death beam. 

Can we take a minute and talk about how fantastic Harry’s voice sounds on this song?  It’s rich, it’s not strained, his technique is on point for rock.  his falsetto is clear and pure. The beginning in particular is clean and precise.    His belt at the end is open and fully supported.  His breath control is spot on.  And the little details like the way he transitions from chest voice to falsetto in the bridge on “will we ever learn?” is SO SMART.  He’s using such strong dynamics.  He has grown so much and I’m just so incredibly impressed.  And so incredibly proud.  

Things Matthias deserves

  • love
  • happiness
  • cuddles from Nina
  • appreciation
  • waffles
  • warm sweaters
  • his friends
  • sunshine
  • hugs
  • wolf puppies
  • everything good because Matthias is amazing and deserves great things

Things Matthias doesn’t deserve

  • chapters 38-40 of Crooked Kingdom
  • being called a boring and dislikable character like come on yall
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The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

whenever you’re depressed and feel like your life doesn’t amount to anything, just remember; at least you’re not running a hate-blog about an actor’s girlfriend.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Russia: My country is much closer to you than your so-called state Hawaii. 

America:….

Russia: An invasion would not be as hard as you might like to tell yourself. 

America: ….so-called…? 

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Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody
               Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you.

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Today’s assorted 1A shenanigans

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music artists posters: axl rose (Guns n’ Roses)

This is stupid and I feel stupid.

About the laziest comic in the world, based on that dumb ol’ Shaun of the Dead meme. Been wanting to do some silly “draw your squad like x” memes/challenges just to have some ideas that are quicker (and sillier) than the ones I’m sitting on just so I’m doing something.

But I’m wondering after this if that’s a bad idea. :V

Before you shit on Silver and Madi being together romantically on Black Sails just consider that Long John Silver, one of the single most iconic pirate characters ever written, has always had a wife of African descent!!! and in the 183 years since it was written ONLY ONE other adaptation, not even THE ORIGINAL, has ever shown a Black woman respect before now! If her character is not completely erased or overwritten, it was suggested that there was no conceivable possibility that he actually loved her or that she could possibly be attractive or desirable simple because she was Black. So, nope, sorry, it isn’t progressive to ignore her just to ship him with a man. It’s incredible that Madi Scott even exists as a character, let alone that she is shown to be loved and integral to the storyline and Silver’s character in this show. If you erase that for a ship between two white men you’re literally not more “progressive” than Robert Louis Stevenson, who in the 17th century wasn’t even homophobic, but was certainly racist. Don’t erase Madi as Silver’s love interest, it’s disgusting.  

“Let me get one thing straight ! ...I’m not” - Batmom x Batboys

Summary : What if one of the batboy was gay and he was scared to tell Bruce and Batmom ? 

I couldn’t choose just one batboy, so I wrote a mini-story (ended up actually being longer than I anticipated…sorry for the long read ? Each story have a different title and the name of one of the Batboy is always written so if you wanna skip some of them, and just read the one you want, it’s easier :-)) for each of them…I have no idea where this idea comes from, but I just wanted to write it. So here’s for an unplanned story that just somehow showed up today in my head, and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. Hope you’ll like it

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Fear of what you might think - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was the kind of young man that never had trouble talking his way out of almost any situations. He wasn’t a shy guy, he was charming and cute, full of empathy and always had kind words for anyone in trouble. 

And with you ? Well, he had been calling you “mom” since he was but an eight years old child (he will always remember the day he was scared that his actual mom be mad at him for calling that…and the hug and soothing words you gave him after, reassuring him that, of course she wouldn’t, she loved him, she would only like the best for him), and talking to you always been extra-easy. 

So…This was new for him. 

Never before had he been afraid to tell you something. And yet, here he was, pacing up and down the Manor, gathering the courage to finally go to see you in the Batcave (where he knew you and Bruce were), to end up avoiding the grandmother clock that would lead him to said cave…

After almost two hours of incessant pacing, finally, Alfred stopped him, and, putting a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits in his arms, said : 

-Well Master Richard, if you’re that restless, could you please bring this to your parents ? I feel a bit under the weather today, and I fear that going down in the coldness of the cave will truly make me sick. 

At the time, Dick didn’t really thought much of it, but now that he was looking back to it, he was 98% sure that Alfred knew, and just gave him that little push that would help him finally say what was on his heart. 

His heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour as he was getting down to where you and Bruce were, taking one slow step at a time. Two steps back up, one step down. Alfred had told him to hurry before the tea and coffee would turn cold but…Why was this so difficult ?! 

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