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The 58 and 1/2 Minute Gap

I’m a very logical person, and I believe most things can be explained through science, but I’ve had a few experiences that I’ve had trouble explaining to myself–moments my body tells me has happened, but my mind tells me should not have. I guess, according to sixpence, they’re called “glitches”.
As I said, I’ve had a few of these experiences, but most of them have been fractions of seconds long. I’m not superstitious or overtly paranoid, but last summer, on a cruise with two of my cousins around my age, something happened that I haven’t quite been able to shake.
It was our second night on the ship, and we thought it would be funny to run around causing havoc, in a real “Leonardo Decaprio sticking it to the upper class in Titanic” sort of way. We found our way to the richer levels, and laughed our way down elaborate hallways with beautiful lighting. While walking (or rather, stomping) we discovered that each door had a doorbell. These halls were different from the rest of the ship in that they were long and dead-ended. This meant that when we decided to ding-dong-ditch everyone, it required that one person stand at the end of the hall, then sprint to the two waiting at the exit while slamming their hands on each doorbell. After much discussion, we decided that my boy cousin was faster than both of us, and would be less likely to get caught.
After a few seconds of preparation, my cousin and I danced on our feet, watching him speed through the halls, itching to run from our self-inflicted trouble. When he got to the end, a large man stuck his head out of his fancy door, and after watching us giggling and pressing more doorbells, decided to chase us. There aren’t many places to hide if you get caught on a boat, so an unspoken consensus was made that we would need to run fast enough to not be recognized.
We sprinted down levels and levels of stairs, until we reached a landing with no where to go, except for into the endless hallways. Now the hallways were set up so that if you kept running in one direction, you would go in circles, but each landing had an exit to the left and an exit to the right. We knew we had a few seconds to debate which way to go, but for the first time that night, I disagreed with them. I thought it would be more faster to get to our room if we went to the left, and they thought the same of the right. We didn’t have time to debate and agree, because we soon heard yells and stomps from the stairs in front of us. Without thinking, we split up. I pulled out my timer, just to prove without a doubt that my way was faster, and began sprinting, quickly finding my way towards our room. My timer, which I screenshotted, said 1 minute, 34 seconds. I entered the room smugly, convinced I had beat them.
When I saw my cousins talking closely when I entered, I was disappointed. When they saw me, they were shocked. They had been discussing what to say to my grandma about me getting caught by the man. To them I had been gone for over an hour. To me and my phone, I had been gone for 1 minute, 34 seconds.
The next half hour was spent debating how long I was gone, the games with the doorbells before were completely forgotten.
Everything except for my timer and my mind tell me that they were right, but I know what my phone says, and I know I would not have been able to continuously sprint for over an hour.
That night I lay awake, trying to convince myself that they were right, but I knew how long I had run for, and so I kept asking myself: where was I for the other 58 and ½ minutes?

Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start: This is the first installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

Some Reyes squadmate lines I wrote down

So the previous post had me remembering some lines I wrote in an AU where Reyes is your squadmate (if Liara can be shadowbroker on the Normandy, then Reyes can be the Charlatan on the Tempest. Case closed!).

Nomad Banter:

Jaal: Reyes Vidal.

Reyes: ???? That is my name, yes.

Jaal: Is it? I can never tell with you.


Cora: Reyes

Reyes: Yes?

Cora: I looked up your dossier on the Nexus.

Reyes: Find anything interesting?

Cora: No. The file was corrupted.

Reyes: Shame! You could’ve learned so many things…


Reyes: Jaal. I get this feeling you don’t like me?

Jaal: And here I thought I wasn’t being obvious enough.


Liam: So Reyes, I’ve been practicing my moves.

Reyes: And?

Liam: Ready for round two?

Reyes: [laughs darkly] 

Ryder: What’s going on?

Reyes: Liam thinks he can beat me in my own game.

Liam: Football [soccer] isn’t your game.

Reyes: Against you it is.

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Honestly, you guys have got to stop saying shit and putting other people down over ships. Like I just saw a post putting down everyone who says Jimin is a bottom. That is so fucking stupid, I hope you know that. Like stop saying shit like you must be stupid if you think so and so is a bottom/top. It’s literally just what you prefer, what you think would be the cutest/hottest. Stop calling those people immature and saying they have no idea what their talking about because guess what, you don’t either. You don’t know who bottoms/tops unless you actually ask the person you are talking about and you can’t do that bc that’s really disrespectful. You can insist all you want and study the relationships between tops and bottoms but in the end you really have no idea what the person you are talking about prefers. It’s idiotic of you to hate on other fans because they have a different idea of who bottoms/tops. It’s pretty pathetic that I’m having to point out the fucking obvious here. Stop being so rude to other fans just because they think differently than you. That is so close minded and just plain sad.

TBH I find any hate towards Shiro ships absolutely ridiculous and amazingly hilarious. Ships wars are already ridiculous as it is but the fact that people demonize Shiro so much it’s astonishing. It’s not even villain-hero ships, Shiro is their partner and friend. They try to make him out as some sort of horrible monster for even as much as sharing space with another character (because he is a big bad adult I guess - and even that has been rebutted, he is a teenager like the rest of them but, whatever, continue to close your ears I guess).

The truth is Shiro is one of the nicest, kindest, most gentle character in Voltron and he cares so very much for the others, he would never take advantage of them. Yet you pull a “Ron the Death Eater” trope on him, just say you hate those ships because they are in the way of your OTP and don’t act like you do that out of moral superiority. You aren’t more enlightened because you ship, what YOU call, a good ship while the others ship, once again, what YOU call, a bad ship. Get over yourself it’s just shipping.

Anyway Shiro ships are great and are ones of the purest and fluffiest ships there are.

Guess who wrote some more Steve/Tony/Bucky/Natasha???? It’s me. Why.


God, this safe house had seen better days.

Steve wrinkled his nose at the tiny cot and moldy-smelling sheets and wondered if he could handle staying awake one more day.

“I need the bathroom right now immediately,” Tony began, and hustled in the direction Natasha had pointed in.

Bucky put his hands on his hips and looked around, frowning. “Would it make you feel better or worse to know that Hydra had worse?”

“Shut up,” Natasha said tiredly, prepared to flop onto the cot, then apparently thought better of it and sat down on the floor.

Steve followed suit. He was quite tired. Who knew that accepting Tony’s offer to go with him on a trip to a public speaking event meant that they’d get chased down by both AIM and Hydra? At least they had been wearing casual clothes and sneakers. Tony had had to ditch his suit jacket and steal a hoodie to try and blend in with the crowd, and he was still wearing his loafers.

“You okay, Tony?” Steve asked after realizing they hadn’t heard him in quite some time.

Both Bucky and Natasha turned toward the bathroom door in concern when no response was forthcoming.

“…Tony?” Steve asked again, getting to his feet.

The doorknob jiggled and then there was a sad-sounding squeak. “Oh no.”

Bucky and Natasha were immediately on their feet as well. “What?!”

“Are you okay?”

“No,” Tony said, honestly sounding like he might cry. “I can’t get out because the doorknob broke.”

“Aw,” Natasha whispered, looking amused and sympathetic all at once. She smacked Steve’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “Help him, Steve.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the knob on their side.

“…You fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered gleefully as he gaped down at the doorknob in his hand.

“Steve?” Tony asked plaintively.

“Just—just a second, honey,” Steve said, turning back to Natasha with wild eyes and motioning at the door.

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. “My gear won’t help if there isn’t a lock to pick.”

“What?” Tony’s voice went higher in pitch. “What are you talking about, what do you mean there isn’t a lock—”

“Get in the bathtub, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed.

“What why? What’s going on?”

Get in the bathtub.

There was a pause as they listened to him shuffle around, and then, “Why am I in the bathtub?”

Bucky slammed his heel into what was left of the doorknob, causing the wood around it to shatter and the door to burst inward. Tony yelped as it ricocheted off the tub, ducking further into it and covering his head against the splinters.

Bucky stepped into the bathroom and reached down to scoop him up despite the lack of space usually needed to do so. “I gotcha, doll.”

“What a hellish day,” Tony complained, hiding his face against Bucky’s shoulder. “Everyone should cuddle me.”

“We can do that,” Natasha answered immediately, elbowing Steve in the side. “Steve.

He looked at her in confusion. “Wh—oh,” he whispered, looking around wildly, then hid the doorknob under the cot.

“Gimme,” Natasha said with just a touch of murder.

Bucky held his hands up to allow her to curl around Tony on his lap. “You know you don’t have to use the murder voice, right? You and Tony weigh, like. Five pounds.” He patted the floor beside him for Steve. “Especially when you spread out over both our laps.”

“I weigh at least five pounds all by myself,” Tony grumbled. He plopped his feet into Steve’s lap. “Rub these please.”

Steve gently pulled off one loafer and grimaced. “Aw, honey.

Natasha and Bucky whipped around to look and let out sympathetic sounds when they saw his bloody sock. And he hadn’t even complained once.

“I think there’s supposed to be a first-aid kit here,” Natasha offered, standing again. “Hold tight, Tony.”

Tony muttered to himself about how he’d been holding her tight, but whatever. Bucky and Steve fought valiantly not to find that adorable and failed. She returned shortly with what was quite possibly the tiniest first-aid kit they’d ever seen. It did have bandages and Neosporin though, so Steve didn’t judge it too harshly, instead delicately peeling off Tony’s sock.

“Ow,” Tony couldn’t help but whimper, hiding his face in Bucky’s shoulder again.

“Shh, honey, I’m sorry,” Steve murmured, grimacing at all the burst blisters on Tony’s foot. “We’ll get this fixed up.”

“What do you mean ‘we,’” Natasha began, because she was disgusted by feet, only to jolt backward. “Jesus Christ.

Bucky scowled at her, lifting a hand to pat Tony’s back as he tried to pull his foot away so she didn’t have to see it. Luckily Steve had gotten a good grip of his ankle the moment he’d seen Natasha look in his direction.

“I mean. Oh dear,” Natasha said haltingly, opening the Neosporin. “Why didn’t you say anything, Tony?”

“We needed to get to cover.”

Steve smiled sadly. “You did a good job, honey.”

“Gross, gross, gross,” Natasha whispered, squirting Neosporin on all of his blisters. “C’mon, Steve.”

Steve began bandaging his foot carefully. “We’ve got you, Tony.”

“’m sorry,” Tony said softly, shoulders sagging. “This was supposed to be fun. I was gonna take you guys out to dinner. Maybe see a show. Just… do something that wasn’t life-threatening for once.”

“It’s not your fault,” Natasha said immediately. “You can still do that when this blows over, too. We can even go for something exotic and heinously expensive.”

Bucky hurried to agree with her. “Yeah, doll, let’s try something new.”

“Right,” Steve added after Natasha prodded his shoulder impatiently. “I’m trying to concentrate, Natasha.”

Tony choked on a sad laugh. “I must look bad if you’re all agreeing to something heinously expensive.”

“Fine,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just ridiculously expensive then. Will you stop moving your foot?”

“You guys are mean. I’m breaking up with you. I’m going to date Sam, Bruce, and Thor instead.”

“You love to dress Natasha up too much to break up with her,” Bucky began.

“Thor would look good in dresses too!” Tony burst out.

While Bucky and Steve were stunned, Natasha just shrugged. “No, it’s true. He’s just sad most Midgardian dresses won’t fit him.”

Bucky and Steve choked.


“What the fuck, Natasha?!” Steve and Bucky shouted the next day as she raced away, carrying Tony on her back.

“You snooze, you lose, suckers!” Natasha called back over Tony’s giggles, grinning when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders tighter and urged her faster.

concept: t'challa and bucky get into a fight because they find out that both of them have given tony the pet name of ‘kitten’

Cole Sprouse Opens Up About Growing Up in the Public Eye.

Cole Sprouse once left his Disney mouse ears behind for a cap and gown, but he’s recently pulled on another famous hat—or, should we say, crown beanie? Sprouse returned to the small screen this year as the lovably brooding Jughead Jones on Riverdale, the CW’s twisted take on the beloved Archie comics.

If you haven’t heard of the Gossip Girl–meets–Twin Peaks hit, you’re probably the only one. Since its premiere in January, it’s become a cult favorite. If he were any other member of the cast, Sprouse might be overwhelmed with the fame and recognition. But he’s been here before.

We talked to the 24-year-old about life as a child star with his twin brother, Dylan, weird fan interactions, feminism, and those divisive Riverdale ships.

A lot of the Disney cohort went on to major acting careers and projects right away—what made you choose to go to college and take a different route?

I think regardless of success, all those kids were dealing with a similar dilemma when it came to their maturity and their publicity and fame, and how they were viewed in the public eye. Some people choose sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll to come to terms with it. Some people find religion. [College] seemed like the most productive way to prove to people we were coming into ourselves. I was finding out my identity and growing by going to an institution where I could evolve and become more adept at understanding why I was thinking certain things, and how society viewed me.

Acting requires a great amount of empathy for real lived human experiences. I hadn’t lived any real human experiences outside of homeschool and being in a sound stage, and there was really no other option. I couldn’t continue to live in a bubble and hope to be an empathic actor. It doesn’t work. I was really sick of the entertainment industry and wanted to step away. Dylan and I were nonstop—we were being recognized and it was overbearing, and I figured it would be nice to let that dissolve. I didn’t know if I was going to return, and then this project sort of crept up.

Are you enjoying it now that you’re back?

Yeah, it’s fulfilling, and I think that’s the only currency I am looking for right now. As long as it stays fulfilling, I will continue doing it, but the second it stops being fulfilling I’ll leave.

What does your brother think of 'Riverdale’?

He supports the show…. I don’t know if he enjoys it. This kind of programming has never really been our flavor of choice. I don’t really want him to watch anything I do and I don’t really watch anything he’ll do. We have a very easy time separating work and play and I wouldn’t really care less if he watched or if he enjoyed it. I don’t really have an easy time watching myself, so I guess I sort of imprint that upon my friends and family.

Originally, you you argued to keep Jughead asexual and aromantic, as he is in the comics. What did those conversations sound like?

When we got the parts, the creative team sat down with the actors and asked how they saw each character. I had argued for a super faithful representation of Jughead as he lives in the comics, which inherently was also me arguing for the aromantic, asexual Jughead. But [they] are two very different versions of the same character in two very different universes.

It’s very strange to me how much attention this [has received]. I am an actor. I have an idea of what I see for the character and I can express that idea and that opinion, but ultimately it is out of my hands. If this were a different kind of programming or it were my show, it would probably look a little bit different, but the commercial success of Riverdale and how people are talking and liking it shows that we’ve gone in a direction that makes a lot of sense and works.

It’s one of those things that needs representation but has not been properly represented. It’s something I still fight for and it’s something I fought for about the second season, but ultimately it’s not in my court. I guess we will see where the narrative takes us.

On a lighter note, once and for all, because the internet can’t agree, is the Jughead/Betty ship called Jetty or Bughead?

[Laughs] I think it’s Bughead. It’s the single strangest name for a coupling ever, but it works.

There seem to be two main Riverdale fan ships: Bughead and Beronica (Betty/Veronica). Which one are you behind?

I actually really ship Betty and Archie. When I would read the Archie comics when I was younger I was rooting for Betty and Archie way over any alternative. [I think I would have seen] that long-lived, childlike romance from two people knowing each other since youth as probably quite romantic. I am a sucker for that childhood romance narrative.

I know our fans take very specific camps with who they ship and who they want and all those camps are at huge war with one another. Riverdale is about to ignite into flames considering how the camps are at war with each other. I try not to involve myself too much.

I am sorry I just brought you into it.

[Laughs] Well, the question we get all the time as a cast is, 'Are you a Betty or Veronica person?’ I don’t like that. I think it’s hard and it also puts the cast members against one another in a strange and competitive way that makes me a little uncomfortable. So most of our cast don’t even answer it.

How did your fan-catcher Instagram account @Camera_Duels get started? Are you ever going to bring it back?

I was younger and just about to go to college, and very discontented with the way people were treating me in the public sphere. Sometimes you can read someone’s aura and actions—they’re shifting and fidgeting, and they’re fumbling for the phone. It’s a dehumanizing, very obvious kind of thing.

I would always be dissatisfied that people wouldn’t just ask, because I always say yes. So @camera_duels was born. It was a way of coping or trying to turn it around in my favor and give me more agency in a situation. I felt sort of like a man behind a glass wall. It ended up really helping me, so much that I stopped. I found the whole thing not to really disturb me anymore.

I am sure with Riverdale increasing ever so slowly in prestige, it will only increase in intensity and I’ll bring it back. But I think it deserves something a little bit more now. I’ve been thinking about getting a film camera with a quick auto focus and a nice flash to make it into something that could be found in a gallery space, which I think would be more enjoyable to me.

You recently subtweeted yourself, over a comment you made as an 11-year-old, where you said you like girls who don’t wear too much makeup. Do you consider yourself a feminist?

There is no question I consider myself a feminist, but I also think the term 'feminist’ has become a topical thing to say without backing it up with any real action. My satirical tweet about my old opinion doesn’t solidify me as a figure within a conversation that’s so much greater than my straight, white male opinion. My Twitter is a joke toilet and I filter all these old, cringe-y parts of my brother and my childhood through that, in an attempt to flush it down the drain forever. When you grow older, you unpack the way masculinity teaches you to view women.

Going back to the question of whether I am a feminist or not: Yes. I think the core of that question is do you support equality for women, and of course. It’s funny that it even becomes a touchy or sensitive thing for people to announce formally, it’s kind of fucking ludicrous. There is not a question in my mind. There are, of course, places and spheres where I wish I would have done more to make those actions back up the title, but I think that’s something that as I grow and I age and I get a little more agency within my society, I’ll always try and work towards that.

im super glad that lars is the one who got trapped on the ship with steven. their relationship has already gotten better and closer within recent episodes (ei. ‘the new lars’ and onward).

and since lars is seemingly really the only human that finds steven annoying and didnt really like him at the start of the show, im really loving the bonding that theyre getting now with being kidnapped together.

props to the crewniverse on this as well. if you told me that lars was going to be part of one of the biggest arcs/events of the show, i would have called you crazy. though i guess we should have seen it coming.

after all, lars was in both the pilot and the first episode of the show, and hes been shown to be annoyed of steven throughout all this. and honestly? hes really the only one out of all the humans that doesnt like steven. i think this was done purposely, so that this could be done later on.

lars is going to grow as a person from this big time. and while the situation sucks now, i think ultimately the effect its going to have on lars is going to be positive. i also think that steven and lars are going to form a very close bond (they already are starting to), that will have some sort of influence on the final outcome of this arc with the diamonds.

but i also wanted to thank crewniverse for making a character that many of us found unlikable into a very likeable character. at first, i wasnt really a huge fan of lars myself (the way he treats sadie, steven, ect.). but now i actually have a new appreciation for him. hes a great character, and the crewniverse are great writers when it comes to realistic and ‘human’ characters. props to them.

Fandom wars is fucking bullshit

My brother died only 6 weeks ago.

I got drunk a few nights ago and sobbed over him.

Everytime I think I can get back to normal, something triggers a break down.

I have also been mentally ill for a decade, as well as surviving a toxic, abuse situation for…oh god…even longer than a decade…

My coping mechanism is to delve into fantasy to escape, and enjoy certain characters that have this woobie effect for me ( I see myself as broken, bad, and wanting to be saved/save myself)

hence why I love characters like Kylo Ren. I relate to them. And no one gets to tell me I can’t identify with a character.

But he has (baffilingly so) become so politicized, and people who like him as a character are called nazis… and I can’t even fucking deal with it.

Tumblr was supposed to be the one website that is more progressive, and open about fandoms (any just different kinds of people in general), and just full of better people–so I wished.

If bigoted assholes call Tumblr users “sjws” I am proud because I love those kinds of more progressive, inclusive, diverse people. And I am a proud “sjw”.

But When I show my love for just a dumb character from a fake world, I get fucking attacked over the most trivial things.

I recently tried to reach out to explain to certain people why it’s not cool, and outright damaging to engage in this “call out” culture, or or fandom wars or shipping wars, which only makes things so fucking nasty and intolerable for everyone….

 I cited my brother’s death…my abuse from childhood…and why the nastiness just pushes traumatized people further into the fringes, to the brink of explosion (which is where I am at as i type this, in tears, clutching a wine bottle)….

Hell, the night before the wake was the first time I would see his body since the accident….My stomach was in knots, but I scrolled through Kylo Ren fanart and fanfic and it grounded me.

If anything…life is too short to keep spreading negativity…to keep living in it….

I feel like I am back in highschool….all the abuse my mother and my peers lashed upon me (To the point of self harm and an eating disorder)…and I couldn’t escape…i suffocated…And when I sought help for it…people told me to stop whining…My problems werent real…They gaslit the shit out of me

I feel like a child again….helpless…wanting to scream but my mouth is sewn shut.

And this person actually told me even though I was an abuse survivor, and am using certain characters as a coping mechanism…I need to stop liking what I like (I guess because I am not doing things the way this person would do things) Because MY way is wrong and THEIR way is right

This person actually told me not to cope….

Wow….

Fuck fandom/shipping wars and fuck this “call out” culture where everything is problematic and real people cease from being real people.

I wasn’t even trying to argue some higher minded ideology–rather, I was trying to get this person to understand my personal emotional standpoint and why their words hurt me (and also hurt other people). But they completely said “fuck you” to my trauma. It took me back…I was shocked….How someone could not even see my trauma as real, and how they didnt see me as a person.

You dont get to shit all over people like that….We arent even talkiing about real canon stuff here…It’s all fan made stuff!!!!

What happened!? Why and when did fandoms get so toxic!? So Problematic!?

What good does ANY of the discourse or vitriole or flippant attitudes about people’s pain do?

“Call Out” culture is never motivated by any real world important issues. These shit posters only ever want to be seen as the most enlightened, never motivated by empathy.

After you lose someone so young and so unexpectedly…it changes you…After you come to terms with your own childhood abuse…it changes you….You realize…so much of what we tear each other apart over…doesn’t matter….It doesnt matter….

If i died tomorrow…I don’t want to regret having been drowned in so much negativity and harassment. My brother taught me…we need to just embrace what makes us feel good–it could all be snatched away from you in a single second.

If the pain of my brother’s loss won’t move anyone to sympathy…how about we think of what Carrie Fisher would have done (The Queen of Star Wars)

Anything to do with shipping or fandom in general, Carrie would just giggle and encourage you to make some awesome fanart or fiction.

Can we do that from now on? Think…what would Carrie do?

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ANTI-shippers??!?!! Seriously? 😂

So I’m just now finding out that there is actually such a thing as ANTI shippers. This is beyond pitiful. Guys, it’s as if people have run out of ways to bully others and are making up new ways, despite how pathetic their attempts may be. How bored do you have to be in life to be an “anti shipper”? Honestly. I thought that’s what NOTP’s were for? Is it not enough to simply not ship Ereri or not ship Otayuri or whatever other pairings people like to trip balls over? It’s not contributing anything to society. Really it’s not. People who ship Fictional ANIMATED characters are not endorsing anything irl. In fact we join fandoms and get to know each other to escape real life cuz quite frankly it’s boring half the time and just flat out depressing the other half of the time. I’m just confused as to why people feel the need to seek out negativity. I haven’t seen Killing Stalking (I think that’s what it’s called?). Hell it might not even be an anime. It might be a manga. I don’t friggin know. But “Antis” (isn’t it cute how they give themselves a name?) fuss at people who ship the characters in that because for some reason they assume people who ship these fictional characters (with NO IMPACT on real life people) are cool with this shit in real life. By that logic authors who write about murderers and rapists would be considered awful people. But guess what. Most people don’t see things that way because there’s such a thing as growing a pair and dealing with things that make you uncomfortable. The only pairing out of the ones I’ve mentioned that I actually ship is Otayuri, but do I have a problem with Ereri? No not at all. It would be stupid to. Ridiculous actually because at the end of the day it’s fiction. So fellow shippers, please don’t let the Anti’s (lol so cute) get you down. They’re clearly very bored and need a purpose in life and so bullying is what they’ve chosen. They don’t need our judgement. They need to be prayed for. End rant. Good night. God bless. Namaste. Whatever the fuxk.

anonymous asked:

You said once that mCorrin and fCorrin had slightly different quirks. If you don't mind me asking, how so?

I don’t mind at all (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

I didn’t notice at first (I played Birthright with a female avatar and Conquest with a male avatar) but somewhere in my 929 hours of playing Fates I started noticing their personalities, behaviors and the way they interact with other characters differ. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first, but after several playthroughs it became obvious.

F!Kamui: mischievous, peppy and (maybe it’s just my imagination but I have this impression every time I switch back between male and female avatars) smiles more.

M!Kamui: earnest, socially awkward/gauche, a bit uptight and (again, it strikes me every time) tends to keep a straight/poker face more often.

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Don’t Call Me Son

Pairing: none. this is the father-son relationship between Washington and Lafayette. all of you washette shippers, prepare to be disappointed

i have no idea what universe this is, could be either Hamiltime or modern AU

Request: @the-small-croissant : Love your work OML! I just found you and I’m hooked, a huge part of me is obsessed wit the adorable father-son relationship with Lafayette and Washington, it’s not really an actual ship as is is just a father-son thing, but a cute fluffy thing in your writing of that would kill me in the best of ways and yeah, sorry to bother, just not throwing away my shot here to request~ ^^

Word count: 631

Warnings: swearing

A/N: i don’t know if lafayette’s dad was actually a dud, that’s just what i decided to do. i don’t write washette, i don’t ship it. i know there’s got to be someone else who writes fics who does ship it, so go ask them. :) also this is really sweet and i loved writing it. super short and it took me less than an hour. i guess i’m making up for the lack of fics this previous week. anyway, enjoy!

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“CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!”

Lafayette heard Alex’s yell from several yards away, and the Frenchman winced. Alex had a temper, and he didn’t have very good control over it. Personally, Lafayette was fine with Washington acting as his dad. The guy was great at it, and Lafayette would much rather have had George Washington be his father than his actual one.

Lafayette couldn’t hear what Washington said afterwards, but Alex came out of the command tent with his head hanging, looking dejected. “He’s sending me home,” the Caribbean immigrant muttered. “Says that I overstepped and need to leave.”

“I heard your yell,” Lafayette said tentatively, well aware that he was treading on dangerous territory. Alex’s face scrunched up and then fell.

“Yeah. He kept calling me ‘son’. ‘Son, I need you alive’ and ‘son’ this and ‘son’ that. I…just…my real dad, the shittiest dad to ever dad, he left. Up and left, leaving my mom and me alone and I don’t want the general to leave me too…I’m just scared,” Alex rushed out, his eyes reflecting his pain. He clenched a fist. “Anyway…see you sometime, Lafayette. Good luck in France.”

Lafayette nodded and let Alex walk down the path.

He cautiously stepped up to the command tent and poked his head inside. “General Washington?”

The general was pacing, back and forth, back and forth, worrying a rut in the floor. He was muttering distractedly to himself, turning a letter over and over in his hands. He looked up at the sound of Lafayette’s voice. “Yes, son?”

“Is everything alright with Hamilton, sir?”

Washington shook his head, lowering himself into a chair. “No. His wife wrote a month ago and asked for him to come home, as she is pregnant. Then the whole mess with Charles Lee…in short, he’s not doing so great.”

“That’s unfortunate, sir.”

Washington gestured to the chair next to him. “Come sit.”

Lafayette sat next to the general, staring into the fire. He started when Washington cleared his throat.


“He did make it pretty clear that he does not want me to call him son anymore. Would you also like for me to refrain from calling you son?”

Lafayette shook his head. “I don’t mind, sir. You see, Hamilton’s real dad left him when he was a kid, and I think he’s simply afraid that you’ll also leave him. He probably doesn’t want to get too close to you, so that if you do abandon him, he won’t be hurt as badly.”

Washington made a murmur of agreement in the back of his throat. “I can see that. But what about you? From what I understand, you also had a bad father experience.”

Lafayette shifted a bit. “Umm, yes, sir. But I’m fine with you calling me son. You’re a much better father than he ever was. I like having you as my dad.”

A smile broke out over Washington’s face, and memories flashed through Lafayette’s head. He saw Washington welcoming him into the army, being patient while he stuttered half in English and half in French, having trouble learning a new language, encouraging him, training him, making him feel welcome and loved. Washington was a very good acting father to him, and he was glad.

“I’m proud to be thought of as your father,” Washington said quietly. “Now, son, leave, before I get all overly emotional. Go to France and get us some support.”

Lafayette stood, saluting the general. “Yes…” He debated for a second. “Father.”

Washington sighed. “I told you to leave before I got emotional!”

Lafayette laughed and ducked under the tent flap. He walked through the camp and to a port, to find a ship, to sail to France, to come back to General Washington, his father.

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For @spartanguard in celebration of her birth. I teeny-tiny bit of silliness inspired by the last episode and a bit of spec for the next episode. 


It started when Hook got back to Storybrooke. After their round of hugs and congratulations but before they all reconvened at Granny’s he asked Emma for the shell.

“Promised Ariel I would let her know when I made it home safe.”

She nodded and gave him a bemused smile before slipping it from her neck. “Just don’t take too long.”

And it had only been a few minutes before he was back in her arms, smiling, and accepting a drink from her father.

It was a few weeks later when she came down the stairs thinking there was company only to discover Killian in the kitchen her french press dangling from his hook and the shell in his hand.

“I’m telling you lass it’s used for making coffee or tea.”

“So not for magic?” Ariel’s voice floated from the shell.

“I mean I guess one could use it for magic.”

“That’s what I thought. Thanks Killian.”

He had given a fond grin and chuckled as he dropped the shell.

“What was that about?”

He started and then gave her smile. “Just helping the mermaid to make sense of the various bits of human things she acquires.”

“Ariel found a french press?”

“Is that what the bloody thing is called?” He eyed it with surprise.

Emma laughed and gave him a kiss before taking it from his hand and moving to boil some water.

She would catch snatches of various conversations. Killian explaining the difference between brooms and mops because Ariel didn’t understand why one was dry and the other wet. Killian telling her that he had acquired a kraken corkscrew from Gold’s shop. Ariel talking excitedly about Eric returning and asking about Emma and Henry in a bright interested voice. Both of them being confused over the eating habits of their partners.

“Seriously it’s basically cake for breakfast.”

“He doesn’t understand why I cry when he serves flounder.”

“He sure seems to talk a lot to Ariel.” David remarked one day when Killian had offered to ask the mermaid to help them get a message to Nemo.

Emma had arched an eyebrow. “Yeah, I guess. They are good friends.”

“I noticed.” he muttered.

“Careful Dad, you sound a bit jealous.”

“What? Me? Jealous? Over the pirate talking to a mermaid?” Emma smiled at the indignant tone in his voice and made a note to remind Killian to have a guys night soon.

Emma herself never felt any jealousy over the friendship. Killian had spent too much of his life alone and friendless and the easy way he talked with Ariel always made her smile. She was happy for the magic of the shell phone and the friend that Killian had on the other end. 

She didn’t officially meet Ariel until the wedding. The mermaid had hugged her close with tear-filled eyes. The strangest thing was the present she gave them. If Emma was being generous she would call it a modern art piece. It was some wood and cloth put together in a vaguely ship like configuration. Killian’s eyes had misted when he looked at it. 

“Is this from?”

“Yeah, Blackbeard was mighty angry when he found me taking them. But I figured on your wedding day to your true love you deserved a few planks and a sail.” 

As the two hugged Emma guessed then what it was and couldn’t help but be thankful for the klepto mermaid and the strange friendship she had with her husband. 

Just because we ship, support and believe in kaisoo being real. Doesn’t mean we ship every two male members together. Doesn’t mean that just because they stood next to each other, we are instantly shipping them together. Doesn’t mean we think every single member is gay (although that would be really amazing lololololol)

There are legit moments. So many moments. So man possibilities. Looks, touches, between the lines of what they say, etc. No matter how professional a group member must be, they are still human. They are not robots. They will slip and look at each other a little longer than they would look at someone else. They will slip and feel the need to get closer to each other than to other members. And it’s all unconsciously.

kxk had what, like, 2 or 3 “moments”? 2 being staged photoshoots? Well guess what, they “broke up” anyway so get over yourselves and stop saying we are “fetishizing gay ships” and calling us homophobes??? I mean really?? Lol.

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Racists, Darth Vader turn out for Finnrey fan videos

I watched two really sweet fan videos about Finn and Rey that had me in tears. The vids were pretty good and just thinking about those two can get me teary at times okay?

Out of curiosity I scrolled to the comments section. Mistake, I know. There were around fifty comments for one and 200+ for the other, the vast majority of comments positive except a few. And guess how those went (racism and antisemitism below the cut because we can’t have nice things, but also Vader??):

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It be fun to do the opposite of Solians: A Guide , like humans heading out into space and their first impressions of aliens/culture; I would call it A Solian Guide to the Galaxy (guess who’s likes A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?).

It’d take place in 2025-ish I think, after humans ‘discovered’ that aliens were observing and basically making a guidebook about them; of course someone thought we’ll do the same but BETTER! which led to the galaxy guide. It’d be more, mmm, relaxed then the alien’s version because it wasn’t written by academics but basically members on the ship traveling space talking about the weird things they saw.

Maybe there will be stiffer parts, though, depending on “who” is writing?