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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.

My grandma collects thimbles, because she is 87 and adorable, and my dad just brought one back for her from his recent holiday to Poland, and it’s a really bizarre thimble which is metal and shaped like an owl, and I said to my grandma ‘that’ll stick out in your collection like a sore thumb’ and none of them appreciated my very very good joke

Many years ago, I used to be a feminist. At first it was merely a “yeah, girl power! Feminism!” kind of thing. And then I moved back home from an abusive relationship, and started hanging out with one of my best friends more often. He was one of the few guys that was a genuine friend and didn’t want to try to get into my pants. Or so I thought. After several months, having found some peace and routine with him, he brought up the prospect of being anything more. Thing is, I felt nothing for him in that aspect. I mentioned this, told him that it wouldn’t feel right forcing myself to be in a relationship with him when I didn’t actually see him in a romantic way and that it would only be cruel to him. He was disheartened, but he didn’t bring it up again for a while.

He was a pharmacy student who was on the cusp of graduation. He studied well and had high grades, and part of our hangout routine was him using his homework and notes to “teach” me (I didn’t really pay attention, but it helped him to better understand his material). One weekend - Halloween, actually, as I will always remember it - he was picking me up from my place so we could spend a few days lounging and playing video games. His car broke down and we spent hours waiting for the tow truck. The next night, we were playing video games per usual. He asked about whether or not I wanted to go somewhere and do something different. I told him that, understanding his financial situation, it would be best if we just continued with our normal routine. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I figured “Hey, he must just be bored and stressed.” He seemed flustered and excused himself to get us some drinks from downstairs.

He came back with some drinks. I remember that mine tasted odd. I chalked it up to flat soda and allergies to the cats. Soon after, I got extremely tired. I thought it was because I hadn’t slept a few days and it was catching up to me, and I was with someone that I trusted.

I woke up feeling weird. My clothes were gone, I was in his bed, and he was on top of me. His tongue was down my throat. Every ounce of trust I had went down the drain. I was enraged. He was the ONLY male I had trusted. He was my best friend. I hardly trusted my own father to not hurt me at this point in my life because of how rocky our relationship had been. The man I had just left was sexually, physically, and emotionally abusive. This man, the man I so foolishly had considered my best friend, had broken every ounce of trust. I don’t even know the full extent to what he had done to me. But I demanded a ride home.

I never went to the police because I didn’t think they would believe me and at the time I still cared for him as a friend. I didn’t understand at the time everything that had happened. It didn’t completely sink in for years that he had drugged me. It didn’t sink in that he was the one who took off my clothes, that he had touched me in places he knew I would never allow. And I didn’t want to ruin his life over it. But it hit deep enough that I began to hate all men. Every one of them.

A couple of months later, after barring him completely from my life, I was hanging out with my female best friend. She took me out with two of her male friends, who I didn’t like or trust. And a guy that I’d liked from high school met us at the place we were hanging out. He pulled me off to a secluded area and started kissing me. At first I didn’t mind. He was cute, and seeing him kind of rekindled the old flame. But then he wouldn’t stop. And I started pushing him away from me, but he would pull me closer. I’d tell him to stop, and he would tell me that I didn’t really want that. I started struggling and yelling.

My best friend with her friends came across us. I came to find out that she didn’t know he had taken me away and had been looking for us. He friends separated us. I was crushed, because once again a man had broken my trust. My friend, instead of consoling me, lashed out at him. Accused him of “using me to get to her because he knew she liked him.” She didn’t try to make sure I was okay. But her friends did. Her two male friends, who I hadn’t liked simply on the basis that they were male, told me that if they had known the extent to which things had happened they would have beaten his ass instead of telling him to leave. One, who had just gotten out of jail, said that if I knew where the guy lived he would be more than willing to go back to protect me from the guy. These two men were more understanding than she had been.

They took me home. I was too shaken up to be fun. My dad saw how I was, and asked me what happened. The guy worked with my father. I told my dad what he did. He asked me what I wanted to do. My only words were “I want him to go away.” My dad said he could make that happen. And he did. The guy moved to California within the month.

I began having doubts about whether or not all men deserved to be hated simply because of their penis.

Months later, I began going to school the place my dad worked at. I realized that a lot of the ladies there liked my father. He wouldn’t ever do anything to return this “friendliness” from the women. My father prided himself on being professional. He was a completely different person than he was at home. One of the women who consistently tried to advance on my father began to feel spurned. So she and some of the other girls conspired together. They made false accusations about my father. Saying he would touch them and speak inappropriately to them. The school wouldn’t even listen to my father. They wouldn’t even allow him to defend himself. “The accusation alone is proof enough” were their official words. They made him resign.

My father began working as the general manager of a chain of luxury refinery. The girls that he hired took a liking to him, and when he turned down their advancements, they did the same. They accused him of sexually harassing them. When he didn’t. Once again, he was forced to resign. “This has happened twice. If it happens again, we will be forced to revoke your license.” Once again, they didn’t even allow him to defend himself. They wouldn’t see the video footage of him telling them to stop. They wouldn’t see the texts of him telling them to calm down. Because he was male.

And I realized that I, as a woman, held more power than any man ever could. I realized that all it took was mere words to destroy a man’s life. That wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t oppression, not on a woman’s part. I realized that there were shitty men and shitty women. But there was no shortage of good men either. And there was no shortage of good women.

My resentment for men faded, and it faded fast. My resentment for feminism grew for forcing me to be so scared of men, because despite my terrible experiences there were men who were willing to go to prison to defend a woman that they hadn’t known for more than five hours.


My entire point is that you are allowed to be hurt by your past experiences. You are allowed to feel, to grow past it. But don’t harbor the hatred. Don’t turn it against the people who didn’t actually do anything to you. If a man abuses you in any way, shape, or form, it’s on him. It isn’t on the shoulders of every other man in existence.

Misandry isn’t the answer. Don’t let your fear turn into hatred, please. Learn to grow past it. Because no matter how scared you are, there are people strong enough to protect you, who are willing to do so in the blink of an eye. People who don’t even know you who still love you enough to treat you like family. And it’s not their fault that there are fucked up people. People, not just men. People.

  • Jaehee: So, how was the wedding?
  • MC: It was an emotional experience.
  • Saeyoung: Even the cake was in tiers.
Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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Big Hero 6 Appreciation Week

Day Four (May 17th)

Favorite Quote: “I’m not giving up on you. You don’t understand this yet, but people need you.” -Tadashi Hamada

There are many quotes, both serious and funny, that I could have chosen, but this has always been my absolute favorite. I’ve always found this quote to be so meaningful and uplifting. It was something Hiro needed to hear and Tadashi always knew the best times to say it. 

Because of this ask I received, I was inspired to find the clock in Mason Industries at the end of each mission to see how long they were gone. The clock starts the second they leave for the past and stops when they return. It is not visible every time (especially not in later episodes), but I’ll share what I can find or derive.

So, for anyone else curious just how long the team was in the past each episode, here you go.


1.01 - Pilot

15 hours, 8 minutes, 46 seconds

1.02 - The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln

23 hours, 48 minutes, 56 seconds

1.03 - Atomic City

13 hours, 48 minutes, 18 seconds

1.04 - Party at Castle Varlar

21 hours, 29 minutes, 26 seconds

1.05 - The Alamo

N/A
*This timeline is a conundrum.

Historically, the Alamo falls early in the morning on March 6th. Jiya says Flynn jumped to March 2nd. Lucy says the Alamo is not supposed to fall for four more days, so March 2nd. And yet the date that the title card flips over from in the beginning of the episode says, “03041836″: March 4th.

Considering the long shadows coming from the tents in Santa Anna’s camp, Flynn does not first meet with him at midday. It is morning or afternoon. Enough happens during that day (also the team would arrive later than Flynn and did not do so at night) that I’ll assume it’s morning and Flynn interrupts Santa Anna’s breakfast. That night, Flynn kills William Travis. Most of the episode takes place during the second day, March 3rd. I see no evidence of a second night, but for the title card to say March 4th implies that is when the battle takes place. (Even though the displayed date is usually the first day they jump to. However, 1.07 is another exception to this.) The conclusion for this trip is indeterminable. Perhaps the title card date is wrong, confused by the fact that their interference made the Alamo fall prematurely. I will ignore the title card and remark on what I see. Flynn arrived in the morning. There is one night. The Alamo fell in the afternoon of the second day. 

This trip lasted two days but less than 48 hours.

1.06 - The Watergate Tape

N/A
*Given Flynn’s time limit of five hours + any time before/after it until they returned, this trip most likely lasted 8-10 hours.

1.07 - Stranded

*NOTE: This screenshot is taken at the beginning of the episode, three hours after Flynn returned. The team remains in the past another night and day.

This trip lasted four days.

1.08 - Space Race

N/A
*Flynn arrived late at night and left the next afternoon. The team was there for a lesser amount of time.

This trip lasted less than one day.

1.09 - Last Ride of Bonnie & Clyde

N/A
*They arrived during the day, stayed the night, and left early the next morning.

1.10 - The Capture of Benedict Arnold

58 hours, 46 minutes, 38 seconds

*Blurry but the best shot I could get. I could be reading it wrong. I know the adventure itself lasted two days, and, logically, Wyatt and Rufus would then have to travel back to where they left the Lifeboat. 58 hours is a reasonable length of time, though it pertains only to Wyatt and Rufus. Flynn and Lucy would have been there less than 48 hours (perhaps 36 hours). They arrived on the morning of September 25th and left early in the night on September 26th, just after sunset.

1.11 - The World’s Columbian Exposition

N/A
*After the episode first came out, I calculated that Lucy was with Flynn for at least 18 hours. Then she escaped. Lucy and Flynn arrived, presumably, at night (if not before) and left at night. They were there a full day. Wyatt and Rufus were there for a shorter amount of time. We don’t see them until the next day.

This trip lasted one night and day for Flynn and Lucy, around 24 hours (or possibly more). Wyatt and Rufus were there 20 or less hours.

1.12 - The Murder of Jesse James

N/A
*In the original timeline, Jesse James was killed by his partners in the morning. The time travelers were there that entire day. They camped at night. Spent the next day traveling. Made it to Emma’s cabin that night. Left the next day. 

This trip lasted three days and around 48 hours.

1.13 - Karma Chameleon

N/A
*Don’t hold me to this, but I believe Claire’s plane landed at around 1pm. I think the clock on the screen with the flights says 13:17. Last call for bars in Ohio (when Joel’s shift would end) is 2am. Shortly after that time, Joel and Claire went back to her hotel room, and later Wyatt interrupted them. After Joel’s death, Wyatt and Rufus leave. In the present day, it goes from being late at night/early in the morning to nighttime again in the end.

This trip lasted around 14-16 hours.

1.14 - The Lost Generation

N/A
*Charles Lindbergh was supposed to land after 10pm. Flynn must have intercepted him in the late afternoon. The rest of the episode takes place at night without ever seeing morning.

This trip lasted several hours of an indeterminable count. Probably no more than 12-13 hours for the team.

1.15 - Public Enemy No. 1

N/A
*I believe the clock above the hotel’s front door when Flynn first meets Capone says 11:10am. (But he would have been there a few hours already to steal all of the evidence he presented. Maybe since around 9am.) The team arrived four hours after him. When they go to the hotel later with Capone’s brother, the clock says 1:29am. They parked the Lifeboat in a field outside the city so travel needs to be included. 

This trip lasted 14-16 hours.

1.16 - The Red Scare

N/A
*They arrive during the day. The exact time is unclear, but with the Rittenhouse summit being that night, Flynn wouldn’t have risked waiting around for Lucy and Wyatt to show unless he had time to spare. He probably arrived in the morning or midday. The summit and climax occur that night. Don’t know what Flynn, Lucy, Wyatt, and Ethan spend the rest of the night doing, but they don’t drive into the warehouse with the Lifeboat until early the next morning.

This trip lasted two days but less than 24 hours.


There’s no real purpose behind this list besides curiosity. However, if you are interested in setting a fic during any of the episodes, here is the time span you have to do it in. Maybe that will help someone somewhere.

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i’m a little iffy on the trope that pisces moons can’t deal with reality.  i don’t think it’s really that they’re afraid of reality, or can’t stand to deal with it, but rather that they live so happily in la-la land that they just choose not to.  pisces moons are the people that are gonna love books, love writing, love character rp, love driving out in the middle of nowhere and escaping the whole world for a day.  it’s not because there’s anything in reality that they’re afraid of.  it’s that reality can become boring to them.  so much goes on in their thoughts, and i think that leaving earth for an hour and reading about or even becoming someone else is refreshing and just fun to them.  a pisces moon alone is still in touch with reality, they just like to leave it sometimes.
it’s people with multiple pisces placements that are harmed by this quality.  they’re the type of people who truly lose themselves in their fantasies, to the point where they actually create their own versions of reality and honestly believe they are real.  a pisces sun, or a pisces moon alone, knows where to draw the line.  but someone with their sun, moon, and other placements in pisces, don’t even know what’s real and what’s not anymore.  it’s actually scary to watch.  they really make things up in their mind and it becomes their reality; even people with incredible intuition or lie-detecting qualities have no idea that they’re not being genuine, because in that pisces’s mind, they’re not even lying.  they think they’re telling the truth.  there’s really no reason for you to distrust a pisces sun or moon, but someone with multiple pisces placements you may want to be wary of.  you actually never really know what version of the story you’re hearing from them.