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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.

scarlthesnarl  asked:

“Make that bird stop chirping, I’m trying to sleep.” Natan.

Like all her fellow homo sapiens, Natalie quite likes getting her full eight hours of recommended sleep (on weekdays, anyway, weekends are solely reserved for waking up at 3 PM and watching cat videos until night arrives again) and waking up fully rested so she can tackle her demon-filled day with a smile on her face.

(It pisses them off and Natalie lives for being low-key petty.)

Today, on March fifth, in the year of her roommate’s brother/cousin (add to her to-do list: figure out how Satan is related to Jesus on the family tree) 2017, however, Natalie does not wake up fully rested and smiling, oh no, she wakes up with death written out in the depths of her bottle-green eyes.  Whose death, one may ask? For once, it’s not Satan.  No, this time it’s the infernal little chirping shits perched outside her window.  At five in the mcfucking morning, if she’s reading her alarm clock right.

“Make that bird stop chirping, I’m trying to sleep,” she mumbles, and buries her head deeper into her fluffy, hypoallergenic pillows.  Beside her, Satan shifts and yanks her blanket closer to him.  “You go make ‘em shut up, kid, I’m not your servant.”

“It’s Sunday, Luce.  If those birds don’t shut up in the next five minutes, we’ll be at Church in five hours for Mass.” Natalie smiles victoriously when the Devil practically leaps over her prone body to get to the window.  Human - 75, Devil - 125.  She’ll catch up soon.

She hears a bird squawk and says, “If you kill any of those birds, we’ll be going for evening Mass as well.”

Satan mutters out curses and grumbles about annoying little girls with too much power in their hands, but appears to comply as she hears the flapping of wings and then sweet, blissful silence.   

“Thank you, Lucifer,” Natalie coos as he flops next to her.  He tries to steal her blanket again but she merely rolls closer to his body warmth and sighs deeply.  

Human - 76, Devil - 125.

bluebelladon  asked:

So i had an Idea but I can't think of anything past the concept (+ yr writing for this kinda thing is like 200% better than mine) but what if the Lads founded the Fake AH crew and recruited the gents?

Ooh that’s fun – i’ve seen versions where they were two little gangs who combined into the FAHC but the idea of the actual Fake’s starting as the Lads is definitely interesting.

There were a lot of names tossed around at the start; it’s the part of forming a crew no one really talks about, the vaguely embarrassing period of building an image, choosing a name, defining yourselves. Like band names there is a lot of bad before the good. Like band names ‘good’ is wildly subjective, particularly when determined by a pack of teenage boys. The humour behind ‘Fake Crew’ isn’t particularly high brow and not a single soul outside the original four Lads, including and especially their future members, have any idea at all what the AH could possibly stand for. Most think its mysterious, assume something clever or at least meaningful, but the shifty looks the boys shoot each other when pressed tell a different story.

Still, they’ve made something of a name for themselves in Los Santos – the FAHC, who pull off unbelievable stunts, who lack any semblance of respect, dangerous in the way of feral animals, of wildfire. In the foolhardy way of children, who care far more about making sure you hurt than they do about protecting themselves. It’s enough to keep other gangs wary, to buy themselves a little breathing room with reckless gestures and bared teeth, but not exactly the glory they are looking for. Not quite the trembling respect they’ve dreamed of.

For that, it seems, they’re going to have to think bigger, smarter. Be clever not just in the tricks they play and jobs they pull but in the way they twist their image, they way they recruit, build their crew. Just being more won’t do it, added thugs for the sake of numbers; it would take an astonishing amount to really match the size of some of their rivals and the Lads don’t exactly play nice with strangers. No, they have to be strategic, have to select a few choice additions who can help them rise, and after much discussion they settle on three names they’d like to pull in; Ramsey, Patillo and the Vagabond. Lofty goals to be sure, but then, delusions of grandeur or not, the Fake’s have always considered themselves to be rather magnificent.

Everyone who’s anyone knows about the Vagabond; none of them will admit it (Ray will admit it, Ray doesn’t give a fuck) but the Lads all have hearts in their eyes every time the Vagabond slinks around, all follow every rumour, gossip over every job. Something between hero worship and healthy respect, without any of the fear normal self-respecting individuals feel, is the perfect cocktail to have the four of them plotting outlandish ways to pull in the mercenary. Patillo has an incredibly solid reputation for someone with no real ties, invariably thought to be smart, dependable, one of the best drivers in the country and definitely not a woman to be trifled with. That she and Ramsey seem to have some kind of relationship, worked together back in the day and while going their separate ways don’t appear to have had any kind of blow up, will hopefully work in the Lads favour. Last, but certainly not least, there’s Geoff Ramsey; the rouge Rooster who’s been traversing the country, constantly on the move and pulling all kinds of jobs from hilariously wacky to darkly perverse. Maybe the Lads are looking a bit outside their paid grade but with Ramsey reportedly looking to build his own crew they can’t not try, not after realising that their crew is unfortunately in need of a proper leader.

Because none of the Lads are leaders, not really, especially not back then. They aren’t incapable, are clearly wildly talented and loyal enough to one another to defer a certain kind of leadership to whomever has the best idea or the most experience with whatever task they’re facing, but no one individual is capable of being the permanent boss. No one individual actually wants that role, not really, they’re all too young, too impulsive, too eager to abandon necessary goals at the drop of a hat.  

Ray, who has arguably the least interest in being the boss of all, is less leader than lone wolf; when he’s taking point a lot of his orders tend to involve stealth, hanging back while he picks off targets, only charging in when long-distance is no longer an option. Necessary for particular jobs, and it’s certainly not an easy task keeping the other three in line until it’s their turn to burst into action, but it’s not a method that works for every task.

Michael makes a magnificent leader, fierce and fearless and unwaveringly loyal, protective of his crew until the bitter end. He is, unfortunately, utterly devoid of tact, of the patience to put up with any kind of shenanigans from anyone he doesn’t personally like, the ability to create and maintain necessary relations with anyone outside his crew. Michael himself knows he makes a far better Lieutenant, busy with duties he actually cares about, walking the line between following orders with absolute obedience and unapologetically calling out anything he disagrees with, reliable and relentless in equal measure.

Jeremy is meticulous, when he’s in charge he plots and plans and double checks, the very image of the perfect boss except for one flaw; more often than not he’s easily swayed. Will put together the perfect stealth plan only to agree when Michael makes a convincing argument for the importance of rocket launchers, conduct an ideal heist until Gavin begs to go after something shiny or Ray inquires about abandoning the sensible get away car for hilarious motorised scooters.

When Gavin is on his game he is fucking glorious, a flashbang of reckless laughter and terrible ideas none of them can resist, the promise that come hell or hand-grenades they will all be going home with a story. When Gavin plays leader he needs a lot of faith, needs the others to trust in things that don’t seem remotely feasible, but the payoff is always worth it. Except for the days when his words are too sharp, his eyes too cold, when he wants nothing more than to pick a fight with the most dangerous crook in the room, to swagger around the LSPD’s station unmasked, jump from a plane without checking his parachute; dancing with death just to see if he can. If they’re not careful on those days, if they missed the clues, the rest of the Lads would follow him down, unable discern between Gavin’s usual absurd genius and those streaks of genuinely aimless apathy until they’re all careening towards destruction.

So, as grating as it seems, there is an undeniable argument for a permanent leader, someone to keep them all on course, to take the responsibilities they don’t want, someone who can captain their ship without trying to push them all overboard. Still, you can’t just walk up to one of these infamous criminals and hand them an invitation; selling yourself – your dream, your crew, your city – takes time, takes planning, so in the end the FAHC’s first recruitment isn’t even one of those big three.

It’s pure luck when Michael meets Lindsay; finds her twirling a nail-studded bat in the wreckage of a bar, sipping a cocktail like she hadn’t just caved a man’s head in, and really nothing on earth could have stopped Michael from offering her a place in the crew. From talking them up in a way he’d never really bother with normally, because honestly how could he not. It doesn’t take much to get the other three onboard, Lindsay was a perfect fit, a seamless addition, and with her the FAHC is unquestionably more efficient.

Strangely the Vagabond is actually far easier to get on board than any had anticipated. After they start actively seeking his attention Ryan can’t help but watch the Lads. Not because their jobs are impressive (they are, actually, but Ryan’s in high demand, so very many crews out there are impressive enough) but because they are endearing eager; nothing like the pathetic begging of so many others, no attempt to convince Ryan he should be desperate to work with them, just genuine enthusiasm to prove themselves worthy of his time. They’re funny, something akin to a pack of reckless puppies; certainly capable of outrageous damage but equally likely to trip over their own oversized paws in their excitement, and in this business Ryan really shouldn’t find it as charming as he does. They take to leaving him all kinds of gifts; generally intriguing , often amusing and near always utterly gruesome, and after a month or so of hanging around the city toying with them they manage to get a former Rooster onside to run the show and Ryan’s run out of reasons to say no.

Gavin’s the one they sent after Geoff, when the Lads decide they’re ready to try to bring the notoriously creative, fortuitously crew-seeking man into the FAHC. Gavin’s first approach, full of deferential respect playing to Ramsey’s ego, is a complete bust; Geoff thought he was sweet, called him kid, laughed in his face and sent him out the door with a crack about coming back when he was old enough to drive. The second approach involves pulling a full blown job on Ramsey, one that starts with the man unknowingly buying Gavin a supercar and ends with the priceless tailored suit he’s wearing being pinned to the wall with a nail gun, Gavin grinning away like a particularly bloodthirsty shark, and all of a sudden Geoff can’t say he isn’t tempted. Deigns to finally listen to the recruitment spiel, as though he’s got any other choice right now, and despite himself is quickly sold on the whole crew.

Jeremy goes out one day and comes back with a handful of people, some they’d been discussing as a group, some the others hadn’t heard of, but all perfectly capable of holding their own agains the Lad’s disgruntled dissent. Steffie, who takes a look at their set up, rolls her eyes, then pulls out her phone and starts making a list, talking dealers and bases and possible new hires. Trevor who immediately sets to soothing ruffled feathers, sidling up to Gavin and gushing about some ridiculous theft, questioning Michael about his preference in heavy weaponry, ignoring the way Ray is skulking around behind him. Matt they’d all agreed on, welcoming the chance to push off all computering nonsense onto someone else, and Mica assures them all that she’s got no interest in sticking around, will work contracts as requested but isn’t about the stationary crew life. In the end no blood is spilt, no tempers flare too badly, and Jeremy is reasonably sure he isn’t going to wake up with a gun to his temple, so all in all it goes pretty well.

The last missing piece, Jack, is actually tracked down by Ray in the end; he wanders off one day and comes back with a very amused woman in tow, decked out in a hideous Hawaiian shirt and driving an obscenely nice Lamborghini. Apparently after finding her, not particularly difficult considering she wasn’t trying to hide, Ray simply told Jack all about Geoff’s fumbling attempts to simultaneously familiarise himself with the mess that is Los Santos, integrate himself into, and begin to take control of, an already close-knit, functioning crew, and do it all while pretending he’s not at all rattled by the Lad’s unwavering fascination with the horrifically notorious assassin who insists on sticking a straw through his mask to pound down a truly irresponsible number of diet cokes. It took a while for her utterly joyous, completely uncontrollable laughter to die down, but when she finally calmed Jack immediately started packing.

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Chilton 2.0 - BirchBow (chaoticTenebrism), LaughingStones - Motorcity [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Mike blinks once, startled, and then bursts out laughing. “Me?!” he says, and shakes his head as Chuck gives him a slightly hurt look. “Chuckles, come on. I’m a cadet, what am I gonna do in a lab?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Chuck persists. “It’s a program–a cyborg enhancement program. Uh…a super-soldier. Program.”

Or: the story of how Mike became more than human, and then less, and then found a happy medium somewhere new.

((always love collab-fic with @rollerskatinglizard. :D  HERE’S SOME CYBORGS Y’ALL))  (Coupla bros bein’ bots)) ((Coupla bots bein’ dude))

Can I just say *deep sigh* how amazing it is to see the difference between Silver in season 1 and season 4 Silver. Remember, the reason why he stumbled into piracy was because of the Urca gold. He was a con man, a thief, a snitch and a very devious and intelligent one at that. He was all about himself and then he became all about himself AND the gold. I mean he went out of his way to get his share of that treasure, the commitment was REAL. Now that same man did not only go against Flint and dug up the remaining cache of said treasure, he also secretly smuggled the cache onto the Walrus to use it to go free the love of his life. Isn’t that just the most beautiful thing ever? It all came full circle. That gold has become so symbolic now.

Master List

The Asset (Finished)

Bucky’s past contains a lot of things to be guilty about, and one of the heaviest weights on his soul is his role in the death of a young girl during his days as the Winter Soldier. In the present day, he will come face to face with his past and a shot at possible redemption.

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Epilogue


Astronomy in Reverse

College!AU Bucky Barnes. Bucky is a veteran who decided to go to school after finishing his service. He is studying Astronautics and wants to work for NASA after graduation. The reader has been through some rough things of her own, and the two find comfort in each other. The title comes from the song “Venus” by Sleeping at Last.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three


Interlude

Bucky takes work at a bakery in Bucharest to make ends meet while he tries to pull himself together. It takes place between the events of The Winter Soldier and Civil War movies in the MCU.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five


зима  (Winter)

AU!Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier is a member of the Vesna, a splinter rebel group in the country where your family rules. The main rebel forces take drastic measures, and the Vesna task the Winter Soldier with protecting you from the rebellion.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three


Burn/It’s Quiet Uptown (Finished)

This two-part set takes place during WWII. It focuses on Bucky’s wife (the reader) and her life stateside while he is at war. The titles are from the “Hamilton” song titles that served as loose inspiration.

Burn / It’s Quiet Uptown


The Guardian

This series takes place after the events of Burn/It’s Quiet Uptown. Bucky is now the Winter Soldier, and the reader is still grieving the life they lost together. When they cross paths, the Winter Soldier’s programming begins breaking down.

Preview / Part One / Part Two


Birthday Cake

A one-shot story about a certain super soldier trying to surprise his girlfriend for her birthday. Note: This story is Steve Rogers x Reader instead of my usual Bucky Barnes x Reader. It was written as a gift to my friend.

Birthday Cake

some stuff like pretty blue girls and esper boys

Well call me a necromancer because I’m resurrecting this blog back from the dead!

After so many long years of having to hide my craft I will FINALLY be getting my own place; I’m so excited to have my own altar and be able to practice openly! I’m looking for some more witchy blogs to follow too, so please like or reblog this if you post:

  • General witchcraft
  • Modern witchcraft
  • Sigils (especially how-to guides)
  • Chaos magic
  • Enchantments/charms
  • Astral/spirit work
  • Altars (again, how-to guides would be great!)
  • Faerie faith

I’ll be sure to check out everyone who reblogs this; also if you could please boost that’d mean a lot to me. Thanks!

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Okay. I realized that I never actually spoke or even thought properly about how I see Aya-Yukako-Koichi-Rohan love square (or whatever it is…). So there are some sketches to show the whole picture.
Rohan has unhealthy interest in Koichi. Not sure if it is love or more like performances of some spoiled child, who needs attention, but let him be. Unfortunately (?) for Rohan, Koichi is straight - yeah, I guess so - and dating Yukako. Aya is just catching lulz. And slightly seduces Yukako incidentally LOL. Which is OK with the girl who admires Aya enough (as example to follow) to be ready for some useful experience, if you know what I mean… I like imagining the situation where Aya crosses the line of fun and starts liking Yukako. But Koichi and Yukako ends up dating anyway HAHA.
As a conclusion we have one sweet couple and two broken hearts. BUT WE MAY NEVER REACH THE CONCLUSION IF WE DON’T WANT TO.

rayer132  asked:

Love the Voltron Family AU!! Gets better with every ask! I was wondering if Shiro and Keith have had a big fight? I mean like someone leaves for the night, or crashes at someone else's place? If so, what's the fight about, how do they resolve it? Who stays with the kids and comforts them? Sorry this is angsty.

[The Voltron Family] Keith got another promotion at work + becoming a Best Selling Author, so the company was throwing him a formal gathering to celebrate his success. He told Shiro and the kids about it a few days before the event. Keith went home early to pick up the kids and make sure they all wear their formal attires. All of them were wearing beautiful tuxedos and Keith couldn’t be any prouder of a Dad. “Beautiful, all three of you.”

The four of them arrived at the venue and Keith went out—leaving the kids to eat all the fancy food at the event—to call Shiro.

Keith: Hey, baby. What time will you make it here? It’s about to start.
Shiro: Oh baby. I’ll be home around 10pm so I can’t make it to dinner. You and the kids can just eat without me. A friend had an emergency and I volunteered to cover his shift since no one else was available and I can’t just leave either. *notices that Keith was quiet* Baby?
Keith: You forgot, didn’t you?
Shiro: Forgot what? 
Keith: I cannot believe you. This is the third time you’ve done this.
Shiro: Keith?
Keith: It’s my celebratory event, Takashi. I told you this last Monday and basically the whole week. This was supposed to be an important night of my life and I wanted my whole family to be present so I could thank and celebrate with you four.
Shiro: Oh shit. *eyes widens* It’s tonight?! I fucked up. Oh my god. Keith, I’m—
Keith: I hope you enjoy hospital food. *ends the call*

Keith sighed and he wanted to just punch someone or anything. He ran his hand through his hair and let out another exasperated sigh. Keith had had enough of Shiro forgetting events and sometimes he hated the fact his husband was too nice he’d always try to help his colleagues even if it meant missing the events to celebrate his spouse’ achievements.

Hunk: Daddy? Are you okay? *worried*
Keith: *turns around and sees 13 year old Hunk* Oh, hey, baby. I’m fine.
Hunk: *holds Keith’s hand* *looks around* Is Daddy Shiro coming?
Keith: *shakes head* *sad smile* He isn’t. It’s just us tonight. *pulls Hunk for a hug and kisses his forehead* C’mon let’s go back inside.

As they were walking back inside, Keith heard someone whisper as they passed by. “Adopted kids. Can you believe? Three different races too. Didn’t even adopt someone their own kind. Heard him and his husband earns a lot yet they couldn’t even bother with surrogacy. They’d rather have other people’s children. Wonder what they’re doing with all that money.”

Hunk: *eyes widens and stills* *hand suddenly went cold* *uncomfortable*
Keith: *squeezes Hunk’s hand* Don’t mind them, sweetheart.

The husband isn’t even here. Tells you a lot about their family. Gay families never work out, especially if you mix kids in the picture.” Keith had to grit his teeth before he turned around to face the people talking about them.

As soon as Shiro unlocked the front door, Keith was there to greet him, looking pissed. Keith had a bag and his jacket in one hand, as if he was ready to leave.

Keith: *doesn’t look at Shiro* *busies himself with checking the insides of his bag* Don’t forget Lance’s baseball practice tomorrow at 6, Pidge has soccer at 7 and Hunk’s field trip at 5am, meet up place at their school Gate 4. I’ll take my leave now. *steps forward to the door*
Shiro: *grabs Keith’s arm* Hey, where are you going?
Keith: *turns to look at Shiro in the eye* I don’t think I can handle sleeping beside you tonight after what happened. I want to cool my head off and I honestly don’t want to punch your face, Takashi. So I suggest you let go of my arm right now.
Shiro: *lets go of Keith’s arm* *nods slowly*
Keith: I had some lasagna and cordon bleu taken home from the event for you. Just heat it up in case you’re hungry. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight. *walks out of the door and closes it*
Shiro: *sighs loudly* I fucked up so bad. Oh god. *buries his face in his hands*
Pidge: *was sitting all along by the stairs* You kinda did.
Shiro: *turns to Pidge* Mind telling me what happened?

They all gathered at the master bedroom and decided to have a sleepover because Shiro felt so miserable. The kids shared what happened that night. The first one was Keith got into a row with some important people because they insulted their little family. How Keith still thanked Shiro for being a supportive husband even though he couldn’t make it to which apparently Keith looked like he was choking up. Shiro felt so guilty. How Keith was all fake smiles throughout the night, how obvious he was forcing himself despite the horrible mood he was in. How much he just wanted Shiro to be there with them.

Keith was about to get in bed in his hotel room when he heard someone knock. He groaned because he was pretty sure he had the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign outside. He opened the door when suddenly he was engulfed into a hug.

Shiro: *buries his face in Keith’s hair* I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. I’m sorry I forgot. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it and wear that beautiful tux you chose for me. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to clap for you while you deliver your thank you speech. I’m sorry for not being there to punch those people who insulted our kids and our marriage. I’m sorry for missing one of the most important events of your life. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to hold your hand to calm you down because you don’t like public speaking. I’m sorry for being such a workaholic jerk who didn’t seem to notice that his husband worked so hard for their family and just wanted to celebrate together with the kids tonight. I’m so sorry for doing this to you for the third time. I’m so sorry you had to handle everything on your own. I know I cannot go back and change what I’ve done. I’m so sorry, Keith. I really am. *hugs Keith tighter*
Keith: *clutches onto Shiro and hold him tightly* *buries his head into Shiro’s neck* *starts crying* You stupid, stupid, stupid jerk.

They go back home together that night and Shiro made it up to Keith the next day when they were both alone for the whole day, starting with breakfast in bed when Shiro got home after driving the kids to their destinations. Shiro got a morning kiss from Keith and that was a good start.

possessive pharaoh  : ahkmenrah x reader

It was a chill night at the museum and everyone was doing there own thing. A soccer match was taking place, Larry and Nick were playing fetch with Rexy and you decided to show Jed and Octavius the ins and outs of facebook with your profile as an example.

“So if you click here on photos you can ‘creep’ through pictures people have taken over the years.”

“this term creep, does not signify that I myself am a creep does it?” Octavius asked whole heartily.

You couldn’t help but giggle with how concerned he was. “No oct, doesn’t mean you are an actual creep.”

You decided to show them some pictures of your profile since they asked. A picture of you in a bikini popped up.

“woah woah woah, that’s you!” Jed said surprised.

You blushed a little nodding.

“wooo wee Ahky, you’ve got yourself one mighty fine babe!” Jed called as you noticed Ahkmenrah walking towards you three to stand behind the computer.

“tell me something I don’t know.” He smirked coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. You giggled turning away from him but immediately turned back to look into his soft eyes.

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Okay so I know that tumblr has a hard-on for Six of Crows and yes it is an AMAZING SERIES. But there’s one part of the book that really, really bothers me. And that my friends, is Matthias Helvar 

Now, no one jump down my throat about this because it’s like a half formed thought and not a carefully written meta

I just…couldn’t help thinking that the relationship between him and Nina is SO UNREALISTIC. And sort of…icky? I mean first of all, why is the burden of changing his mind about Grisha placed on Nina’s shoulders? I know that it’s mostly just Nina existing and being her amazing self that changes Matthias’s mind about Grisha but likE COME ON. First of all, you shouldn’t need to fall in love to not act like a racist prick. But this is the choice Leigh makes, so regardless of the fact that Nina chooses to also fall for Matthias…it’s still a narrative where a racist is suddenly not racist because he’s finally met someone who defied his preconceived notions about the race he hates. But this is not! how! racism! works! in the real world! 

I mean, in our world, Matthias would be like…equivalent to the KKK. Or an ICE agent. Or…someone who really hates all muslims. Or the pulse nightclub shooter. He isn’t just some guy who supported Trump because he hated Hillary. He’s…the guy who chose to join the group responsible for hunting down a specific marginalized group, the Grisha. He isn’t like…just a citizen of Fjerda. His job is….getting rid of Grisha. Like…he is the Grisha world equivalent of the KKK in the South during reconstruction.

Which brings me to my second point.

I wouldn’t buy a love story about a black woman and a man who is a member of the white knights of the KKK. I mean…first of all…why would she want to be with him. And secondly… even if he did love her and they did get together- because there are plenty of interracial relationships where one partner remains racist- a person’s racism is not fixed by love? I mean, we see evidence of this all the time. “i have black friends so i cant be racist” “I have a black boyfriend so i cant be racist.” and it’s like…nah, you can still be racist. I mean, to make a better comparison, since one to race in america isn’t exactly right, like…a witch in scotland in the 16th century would not be falling in love with a man who had tried to burn her at the stake. And that’t not a story I want to read. I want to read about the witch falling for another witch. Or the man who frees her. Or LIKE ANYONE ELSE EXCPET FOR THE MAN WHO WANTS TO BURN HER AT THE STAKE. 

I mean…I don’t buy a love story between a slave trader and the woman he imprisoned on his ship. At least not the way that Leigh has done it. (this arc, can actually work, and the winner’s curse does a good job of dismantling the master/slave love arc and destroying colonialism). I mean I get that we want to believe that love transcends all boundaries but…it….does not. I mean it just doesn’t work like this in the real world? In the real world you don’t forgive the person who was responsible for selling you into slavery. That Nina somehow manages to is…strange. I mean…I get that she turns him in but…her guilt over it baffles me. It makes sense given the love narrative Bardugo sets up but…also…she just could have not done this arc at all and I think the books would be better tbh. 

I know that Bardugo doesn’t attempt to solve his racism easily, I understand that it’s slow but…I just don’t buy it. I don’t. And I don’t think that Nina should have to go to Fjerda and change all the bigots’ minds. That’s kinda…fucked. It’s like…can we not expect marginalized people to be responsible for advocacy all on their own? How about some allyship? And I understand that this is what is meant to happen- they are supposed to go to Fjerda together. But then he dies! And she plans to go alone! Like wtf?? Who will help her? Who will protect her? Who will introduce her into Fjerdian society? I mean the positive aspect of their relationship to me was that he ended up becoming an ally. Regardless of if I feel like the relationship and his character arc are realistic or not (they’re not), I still was clinging to Matthias’s allyship. And how great it was that they were going to save the world together. How lovely it would be for the marginalized character to not have go do everything on her own. Because, I mean, it’s not like we haven’t seen evidence irl in america of how white power will never be overthrown unless white people are fighting for black equality as well or anything. It’s essential that ppl in power rally for marginalized groups and I thought thats where Leigh was going…

And then womp womp.

Just kidding, Lucia, Matthias died and Nina is now going to venture off into Fjerda- where they basically capture Grisha on sight, all by her lonesome. fucking sure. sure. That sounds exactly like what we needed.

I guess in the end, I am not one to put stock in “be nice to racists and welcome them and maybe they will change their minds.” In my experience, racists are racists regardless of how many kind muslims/immigrants/black americans they have met. And homophobes are homophobes no matter how funny they might think Ellen is. And like, you should be able to treat other human beings with respect regardless of skin color or whatever else. How about…racists just not be racist etc etc etc

Honestly I’m v open to ppl talking with me about this because my reading could be wrong. I thought about it for a while because i don’t want to be the person who picks things apart for no reason and is just looking for a fault. And I understand the allure of making two people at odds fall in love. But Leigh doesn’t handle it that well considering that he you know, dies. Sure, there’s symbolism in the fact that a fellow druskelle kills him- like his own past and past racism fucking him over but…I fail to see how it adds much to the story. 

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Where to even start:

  • Kai has two different sets of hands on his thighs. Jongin you hoe
  • But look at who he’s smiling at
  • Baekhyun is just resting his hand on Kai’s thigh while Sehun is actually grabbing it.
  • Look at how Baek’s hand stays in the same place while Sehun thinks he’s slick with his hand sliding up higher on Jongin’s thigh.
  • Sehun’s grip fucking tightens.
  • Having his hand on Kai’s thigh wasn’t enough so Sehun still elbows him to get his attention.
  • Look at the space between Baekhyun and Kai’s seats compared to the space between Kai and Sehun’s and yet Sehun still managed to get his knee touching Kai’s.
  • Look at these actual boyfriends being obvious on national television again.

week 2: ability to draw is still gone. send help. 

hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?

This is not the way I plan on living for the rest of my life, but for right now, it gets me by, it gets me by…


//Message me, yeah? Spun & bored. :[