Alright, folks, this is gonna be a big’un, so strap in.
First off, the update, because it’s much lighter and positive! I’m happy to say that soon I’ll be ready to open up prompts again! I have about four fics left from the last batch, but if all goes well, I should be able to get ahead enough that I feel up to taking some new fic requests for the next batch! I’ll probably open my inbox again on Friday or Saturday, so if you want something written, get your ideas ready for the end of the week and you’ll be able to send them my way! And since by the time I start writing and posting those fics, it’ll be December, and this batch will likely take me into January, I’ll be down for any Christmas/New Years themed ideas that you may have!
Now, onto the less fun news. Basically…this next time I open up prompts will be the last time I take requests for a while.
There’s a ton of reasons why I’ve decided to take a little break from taking prompts, but I’ll try to explain the main two without rambling too much. The first is that I’ve been doing this for a while now - this blog is over a year old and I’ve been posting 2-3 fics a week as part of my schedule for about that long too. That’s…a long time and a lot of fics. And it’s been a ton of fun - really, I can’t describe how much running this blog and writing fics for all of you has enriched my life. But it is starting to weigh on me a bit. Having to always have fics ready to post every week can be a lot of work, especially when I’m not feeling 100% and sometimes it’s been stressful to keep up. Hell, I barely have time to read other people’s fics as much as I used to! I feel like I ought to take a little break, just to recharge my batteries and make sure I don’t burn myself out.
The second reason is more personal. I don’t go into a lot of detail about my personal life on here, but to be vague about it - there’s some adult-ing that I’ve needed to do for a long time now and I can’t allow myself to ignore it anymore. As much as I genuinely love writing fics, I think I’ve been using prompts as an excuse/distraction to keep me from focusing on important IRL stuff. And I can’t afford to keep doing that. So, I think a break is in order to get to me to concentrate on Really Real Life.
I want to make one thing clear though - I am NOT abandoning this blog. Not by a long shot! While I won’t be taking requests after this next week, I will still likely be writing some original fics and putting them up here. Additionally, since I love getting ideas from you guys, I might try and do more shorter/tsfs or ask memes that allow me to take smaller requests from you all! I don’t want to stop writing completely and that might be a good way for me to keep active and not neglect you lovely followers out there! And I’m sure I’ll still find the time to post random rambles about my various faves (COUGH COUGH Dan the DM COUGH COUGH). You have been warned…
So yeah. TLDR - I’m opening up prompts later this week, but it’ll be the last time I do that for a while. I can’t say how long it’ll be before I do decide to take prompts from you guys again, but I guarantee you that I will be back to taking requests at some point. I cannot overstate how much I enjoy getting to hear from folks and write them the fics they wanna read. It is so much fun and it’s helped me get through some tough times in the past year or so. I am incredibly thankful to all of you out there who follow this blog and read my fics, and I wanna reassure you again that this is not the end and that I’m still gonna be around and doing my best to improve as a writer and enterain you folks!
OK, OK, that’s enough giant blocks of text. I’ll update y’all again soon - if you have any questions, shoot them my way and I’ll answer. In the mean time, get your ideas ready for Friday/Saturday if you want a fic written and, more importantly, make sure you have a wonderful day!
🏳️🌈let trans boys be feminine
🏳️🌈let trans boys be masculine
🏳️🌈let trans boys be androgynous
🏳️🌈let trans boys be gay
🏳️🌈let trans boys be straight
🏳️🌈let trans boys be bi
🏳️🌈let trans boys be artsy
🏳️🌈let trans boys be athletic
🏳️🌈let trans boys be into STEM
🏳️🌈let trans boys be weird
🏳️🌈let trans boys be whatever they want because they are men and they are their own people
Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤
Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.
A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.
I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.
Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.
My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.
I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.
“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.
He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”
I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.
“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.
I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.
He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.
I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”
“And people stare?” He pressed.
“Yep,” I said shortly.
“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”
I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.
“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.
“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.
"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.
I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?
“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”
He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably.
I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.
“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.
“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”
As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.
At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”
Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.
“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.
“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.
“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.
“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.
"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.
“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.
He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.
“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.
“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.
“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.
“I just want to say that you’re great.”
I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.
“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.
After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism.
Cassian had been born for this.
These fields, this chaos and brutality and calculation.
Three soldiers were brave or stupid enough to try to charge him. Cassian had them down and dying with four maneuvers.
“Holy Mother,” I breathed.
That was who had been training me. Why Fae trembled at his name.
Why the high-born Illyrian warriors had been jealous enough to want him dead.
everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)
Tony Stark isn’t
new to kids, not exactly.
He’s always tried
to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play
with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue
with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building
microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he
marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby
Avengers with homework.
He likes kids. He
might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace
with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them,
from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore
the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.
OK GUYS! GO FIND ANOTHER MIMI! THIS ONE IS DEAD! AFTER ALL, I AM NOT READY! I SAW JHOPE’S I MEAN JAY’S RED HAIR AND THEN RAPMO- I MEAN RM’S GREY HAIR TOO AND I CAN’T! JIMIN DARED TO PUT A LEATHER JACKET AND JUNGKOOK IS ALL IN BLACK! V MADE US ALL WANT TO GO TO A THRIFT SHOP. SUGA IS GOING AROUND WITH AV NECK AND JIN IS HEADING TO LA TO GET HIS Nth NICKNAME! NO BYE! MY MOM DIDN’T SUFFER 9 MONTHS FOR ME TO BE THREATED THIS WAY.
Ok jk I will go make the gifs now … I love suffering!
Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️