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Discovery - Deniall fic

Today is my buddy Simon’s birthday (happy birthday bruh!!) and he is deniall trash so I wrote him a deniall fic for his big day. This is for you @lifegoeson-wecarryon​ <3

word count: 696

In which Baz finds out about Deniall and Dev and Niall find out about Snowbaz

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“Baz, when was the last time you spoke to Dev and Niall?” Simon asked, leaning over the counter and reaching for the flour.

   Baz held the sieve over the bowl as Simon poured, reading “150g” from the scone recipe on his phone.

“Well, I suppose the last time I saw them was at the Leavers Ball”

“Don’t you think you should give them a call, catch up?”

“No.”

   Baz put the sieve in the sink and leant over Simon for the bag of sugar, attempting to ignore the sudden questioning over his childhood friends.

“Baz, you were friends for seven years.”

“And I haven’t seen them in four.”

“I think you should call them.”

“I think you should preheat the oven.” Baz dusted Simon’s nose with excess flour.

   Dev and Niall didn’t want to hear from him, he was sure. Regardless, how would he explain that the boy he had them scheming against for years was now his boyfriend?

-

Dev pulled away from Niall, met with the frowning face of the boy he was just kissing. “My phone,” he said, reaching for the coffee table to answer the call.

   A look of surprise spread across his face, and he answered the phone while locking eyes with Niall.

“Baz Pitch?”

Niall mouthed a shocked ‘No!’, leaving his mouth in an ‘O’ shape.

“What in Merlin’s name do you want?” Dev smiled into the phone, his voice laced with the light heartedness of the comment.

   Niall moved closer on the sofa, trying to listen into the conversation. When Dev put the phone down, Niall immediately asked, “Well?”

“He wants to meet us for coffee.”

“Baz Pitch wants to ‘catch up’ with us?”

“Why shouldn’t he, you numpty. We knew him for seven years.”

“He just…never seemed like the kind of guy who would be interested in a reunion.”

   Dev had to admit, he was surprised to hear from Baz after all these years of radio silence, though he was interested to hear what he was up to now. He never did learn what came of his feud with Simon Snow. More importantly, how would he explain that the boy he’d been best friends with for years was now his boyfriend?

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“So Baz, let’s cut to the chase, why the sudden interest to reunite with your childhood cronies?” Niall asked, prompting Dev to shove him in the shoulder.

“Idiot.” Dev whispered, rolling his eyes while Niall grinned back at him.

Baz raised an eyebrow at the exchange across the table. “To be honest, this was Simon’s idea. Though-” He was cut off by Dev.

“Simon…Simon Snow?”

“Don’t tell me you’re now friends with Snow,” Niall scoffed, then continued, “after all those years of plotting.” He and Dev both let out a sigh, but neither of them could say they were at all mad.

   In fact, it hadn’t taken long before the three were comfortably chatting, just like old times. Dev and Niall were pleased to see just how happy Baz seemed; after years of teen angst and a pretty depressing childhood, they were beyond glad to notice that post-Watford life seemed to be treating their old friend well.

“Friends with Snow?” Baz repeated, “You could say that.”

   The look in his eyes told the two sat opposite him everything. After years of friendship with the heavily guarded Pitch boy, both Dev and Niall had become experts in reading him like a potion recipe.

   Taken aback slightly, they shared a glance, while Baz continued “And you two, still friends I see?”

Niall turned back to Baz, always the one to speak without a filter, and simply replied “You could say that.”

   A smirk fell onto his face as he leaned closer to Dev, the other leaning closer to and shrugging at Baz indifferently.

   Baz merely raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t say he was surprised, but he was glad that the three of them had finally grown up into lives that they were happy with.

   Even though he was pushed into this meeting by Simon, Baz was pleased to see his old friends after so long, and to see them happy together.

“About time too. Good men.”  

man it’s a shame fandom can be so stifling for creators. it’s undoubtedly one of the easier way to get feedback and responses on writing (original fiction… is a community hard to break into, imo, and more frivolous and prone to moving on than fandom)–

but also so incredibly fucking cruel. there’s points when it’s understandable–when something is written in a harmful way (and ‘harmful’ is different to different people, sure–but most the time it’s 'um lol I don’t like the way this person writes this trope’ or 'this pairing sucks and these people write it and thus they suck’

no? there’s a difference between deliberately harmful/accidentally harmful and writing something I find interesting, and fandom’s good at blurring the line

so you have your average writer who probably struggles already from the average writer quality issues (I’m garbage, I suck, nothing I write is any good) and you throw on being terrified that someone’s going to hate it so much they drive you from ever creating again

being in a fandom for more than a few years is kind of a surreal experience, honestly. you see fanart that you’ve sent in texts years ago, you see posts that you qualify now as ‘classics’ because of how old they are, you see people getting excited over new information that, honestly, you’ve known for a long while… you see one of those same-old same-old arguments bubbling up between people in the fandom and you just think to yourself “oh not again”, and then you lean back in your rocking chair, watching from the sidelines like your joints ache too much from all the battles of your past. a fuckin fandom grandparent. someone get me some applesauce

  • Lefou: Noooo oooone's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston, no one's dick is incredibly thick as Gaston's!
  • Gaston: ....
  • Villagers: ....
  • Lefou: *neck haha autocorrect wow sorry lmao
  • Gaston: You are singing
Do me a huge favour and REBLOG IF YOU DON’T CONDONE SHIP SHAME/SHIP WARS

We all have ships we don’t like. A lot of us even have ships we hate- but that doesn’t make it okay to tell someone not to ship something, and it certainly doesn’t make it alright to send someone hate/shame them for what they ship!

Ship wars can really hurt people, and leave lasting issues with fandom/shipping as a whole, or even drive people out of fandoms entirely! Tag blockers exist for a reason- so please reblog this to let folks know your blog is a safe space, and you’ll use them instead of sending hate!

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[Enter Shiro, stage right]

[Extended pause as they all stare at each other in utter horror]

[Exit Shiro, as if pursued by a Bear]

my intention with transcribing that exchange from rose buddies was just to let people know that hey! griffin doesn’t really like it when you call pictures of him as a kid are “cursed.” i’ve probably said stuff like that once or twice in the past unthinkingly! but now, knowing he isn’t cool with it, i’m gonna stop. i advise you do too in order to respect griffin’s boundaries! you aren’t a bad person if you said “cursed image” in the tags of a post once or twice - what matters is that you change now that you know better.

but as a general word of advice, since i think this is a good time - don’t reblog photos of real people (especially internet personalities) if you don’t know where they came from. it’s fine to reblog pictures of the mcelroys as kids if the mcelroys actually consented to publishing them. for example, the photo of them with dave chapelle, or the pictures of travis and griffin that mary smirl posted for maxfundrive - those are meant to be seen.

but if you don’t see a PUBLIC instagram, twitter, or facebook source? if you can’t tell if something is MEANT to be shared? don’t reblog them. because sure, that blurry photo of a teenage nick robinson is a bit goofy and “relatable,” but are you seeing it because someone rifled through his second aunt’s private facebook?

it’s alright to be fans of real people. just remember: don’t be cruel, don’t be creepy, don’t be invasive. above all else, respect their boundaries, privacy, and feelings. they’re just regular people who say funny stuff for a living. their whole LIVES don’t exist for our consumption. we’re fortunate that they feel comfortable sharing what they do. don’t abuse that trust.

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
  • Me: *definitely knows that northern downpour comes right after I have friends in holy spaces*
  • Also me, while listening to pretty odd straight through when northern downpour comes on: oh GOd plEase GIVE ME A WARNING NEXT TIME YOU GAY ASSHOLES!! FUck YOu rYaN rOSs and YOUR FUCKING BOWL CUT!! I AM GOING to MeLt mY eNtIre boDY ALONG WITH MY HEADACHES!! I wAS nOT PREparED I wAS n

anonymous asked:

Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.

omg?? I love it??

The First Doctor: 

She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable. 

Whoops? 

The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman. 

Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time. 

Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally. 

The Second Doctor:

The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now. 

She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness. 

After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all. 

She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns. 

It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that. 

They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited. 

The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference. 

The Third Doctor: 

Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers. 

On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later. 

They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever. 

He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him. 

It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it. 

The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun

Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.) 

Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers. 

It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants. 

She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night. 

Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman. 

Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.  

The Fourth Doctor:

Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating. 

Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part. 

And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more. 

Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything. 

She soon teaches him that experience wins every time. 

Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration. 

She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion. 

Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions. 

The Fifth Doctor: 

There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others. 

Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too. 

Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing. 

Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others. 

Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes. 

Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.  


The Sixth Doctor:

It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed. 

And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them. 

Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake. 

The Seventh Doctor: 

Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off. 

She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows. 

Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it. 

The Eighth Doctor: 

She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really. 

After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history. 

It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him. 

That goes… about as well as one might expect. 

The Ninth Doctor: 

It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine. 

Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again. 

The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends. 

The Tenth Doctor: 

She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath. 

Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best. 

And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives. 

Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her. 

No more companions, she swears. 


The Eleventh Doctor: 

It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.) 

Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose… 

She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems. 

Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough. 

The Twelfth Doctor:

Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd. 

What’s a girl to do? 

(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.) 

She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were. 

River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium. 

And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too. 

Send me an AU and I’ll expand on it! 

underrated Shallura moment:

At the end of Space Mall, when Shiro comes back from the hangar, Allura asks him: “What did you do? Take a nap?” in like… the most snarky voice possible. And Shiro replies: “Not exactly” but he says it in the most cute, flirtatious, ‘i’ll tell you later after we make out’ kinda voice, complete with a lil smirk on his face:

And the best part is, his lines immediately afterwards are all to the rest of the team and they’re all about planning the next steps in their mission, so you can LITERALLY HEAR his voice change from his soft, flirty, talking-to-Allura voice to his harder, more forceful leading-Voltron voice and it’s just… *wipes tear* it’s so beautiful.

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i’ve been having some feelings about things. 

transcript below if ya need it


“Hey, maybe that thing you think is because of ingrained racism and you should be critical of why you think that.” “Im not racist fuck you”

We live in a racist culture. Racism is tied to almost (if not) everything. What we find hot, what we find sexy, what we love and hate.

When people talk about how certain preferences are racist, it’s not an attack to say you’re a filthy, irredeemable racist. Usually, anyway.

It’s a way of saying that racist cultural context makes you hate the same thing in a brown character that you love in a white character.

It’s the way of saying that as a culture, we’re willing to make literal Naz*s more complex and empathetic than a black woman or an Asian man

Why do you like Tony Stark but not Scott McCall? Why do you NoTP James and Kara, but not literally any other white ship?

Finn and Rey vs Rey and her torturer. Dizzy isn’t gay enough but fanon slash ships are better lgbt rep than an actual queer boy.

These may not be conscious decisions, but they’re being made anyway. Just because you don’t realize your bias, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist

So recognize your bias. Confront it. Then work on being better. More critical. Because it may just be fandom to you, but media isn’t just 2D

Media seeps out of 2 dimensions –out of tv & books & movies– and shapes the way we humanize and empathize with real people.

Dont hide behind “It’s just my opinion”. Your opinion doesn’t mean shit when it perpetuates a culture where there’s no justice for black ppl

It doesn’t mean shit when the culture is sick. Your opinion is informed by and informs culture. So stomp that shit out early.