gaslighting does not always involve them calling you “crazy”
sometimes gaslighting is you protesting over and over, and them saying “you don’t have to make such a big deal out of it”
sometimes it’s “i really tried my best with you, but clearly i couldn’t do it”
sometimes it’s “i would never do that to you”, “if you really asked me to stop, wouldn’t i have stopped?”,
“i don’t know what i’d do if i ever hurt you”
“denying and rewriting your reality” is not a one-time conversation, either. it is a sneak attack, flying under the radar and taking you out, one communication at a time, never drawing all the attention at once.
it is not your fault that you never saw it coming.
Gamzee - Insults indicate he’s angry. Anger means you’re going to die.
Feferi - Destroys you completely and then tells her friends about it while laughing girlishly. You never saw it coming. You never recover.
Terezi - Perfectly chosen insult that feels like it’s out of nowhere since she was rambling on about judicial prudence a moment before.
Vriska - She’s not saying what she hates about you, she’s saying what she hates about herself. Still effective, mostly because she doesn’t stop. She has so many problems with herself to project onto you.
Aradia - Doesn’t even seem to be insulting you intentionally, simply stating your faults as a fact. Painful. You remember later and wonder.
Tavros - He’s right, goddammit. But it’s pretty easy to pretend you didn’t hear and talk over him.
Sollux - Pretty bad, but you’ve heard him call himself worse things.
Nepeta - Direct and blunt, but doesn’t elaborate.
Kanaya - You might not notice she’s insulting you. Pray no one else did either.
Eridan - You figure he’s just flirting.
Karkat - You definitely didn’t notice he was trying to insult you, since he used the exact same words to express affection yesterday.
Equius - His disapproval makes you feel better about yourself.
“Can we, like, stop speaking in code now actually, because I’m not anymore certain than I was two minutes ago that we’re talking about the same thing and I just want to know if you’re saying you like me back or if I just maybe read way too much into this entire conversation and made that part up?”
Recipe for this fic: 1 peaceful morning jog in the park 1 auto-mechanic hothead keith 1 soccer player sinamonroll™ lance 2 cups mutual pining A dash of angst All the sugar in the world Way too many bad pick-up lines And a burn so slow you could slow roast a whole Kaltenecker
I am writing to entrust to you the care and supervision of the young man who will be working with our custodial team starting this coming Tuesday. The young man’s name, as I’m sure you already know, is Keith.
When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.
He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.
Some days, he woke up even more tired than he’d been when he’d gone to sleep, and willing his body to go through the motions was just—tough. Like wading through thigh-high water or running on soft sand that gave under the soles of his feet.
Keith has never really paid any mind to grand romantic gestures, let alone big celebrations and days dedicated to them. It didn’t make sense to him back then on Earth, still doesn’t make sense to him now that they’ve all been invited to the Festival of Love.
“Oh my god, are you always this annoying?” Keith fists a hand in his hair, tugging lightly as he tries to convince himself that the tingling in his stomach is frustration and not because the dumb quirk at the corner of Lance’s lips is kind of cute.
“Only with people who are cute when they’re mad,” he says easily, as if his own stupid words don’t embarrass him at all. Keith, however, tries to ignore how hot his cheeks feel and blame it on the sun.
hello, this is @selinawrites on ao3, and it has recently come to my attention that i have been called out for "plagiarism" on one of my fics. i just wanted to assure you that neither did i read your story nor did i plagiarize it, our ideas may have been similar but i did not copy or lift your ideas to suit my own needs. i'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but the story is one that is very dear to me and i will not be taking it down in the near future. thanks!
EDIT: THE PLAGIARIZED FIC HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN. THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR REMAINING CHILL ABT THIS.
Hey, so I really did not want to do this publicly because a) this has never happened to me in my 5+ years of writing/posting fanfic and b) I really really hate confrontation, but you’ve messaged me on anon despite having not one but two tumblr accounts linked on your ao3, so I kind of have to respond here.
While I appreciate your efforts to assure me that you have not read my story nor plagiarized it, I’m sorry to say that there must be some misunderstanding. Like you, my story is also very dear to me. So when I got not one, but MULTIPLE messages from followers telling me I’d been plagiarized, I really didn’t want to believe it. Because truth be told, headcanons are often fandom-accepted and adopted concepts and fan content is a murky grey area for plagiarism. I don’t hold the patent on fosterkid!keith, nor should I.
However, after skimming through your fic just to be sure, I discovered that you did more than just take Keith’s backstory. You took concepts and metaphors and literal phrases from my fic. And yes, random coincidences DO happen between fanfics sometimes, it’s true. But the stuff I found is kind of hard to ignore.
“Soldiers – pilots talk like they’re ready to die. Lance doesn’t talk like that. He talks like he’s going to a nine to five job and not like they’re risking their lives every day. They’re risking their lives right now by sitting quietly on their home planet.”
“Pilots are ready to die. Keith knows this because he’s never once thought about what he’s going to do beyond this mission, or where he’ll go next. He’ll save the universe and probably die while doing it. That’s what pilots are trained to do.
Lance McClain doesn’t talk like a pilot.”
He takes a deep breath and touches the back of his neck instinctively, exhaling slowly when he can feel the hairs brush against his neck, the small forms of rebellion that only he could really recognize.
Lance stares at him for a heartbeat. “Was your hair shorter before?” He said, staring at Keith.
Keith – who didn’t even know he was capable of blushing smiled and stared down at his shows. He swears that his heart skips a beat. “Yeah, it was.” He’s tempted to say something sarcastically, but not a single soul had noticed before Lance.
Lance looks at Keith longer and smiles cheerfully. “It’s nice.” He nods. “Suits you.”
“Your hair used to be short, didn’t it?” Lance asks, and Keith’s hand immediately jumps to flatten his bangs; self conscious.
It feels trivial, trying to explain the meaning behind such a small and frivolous act of rebellion. For sixteen years of his life Keith had had a military style cut. It was easier maintenance for the unfortunate families who were shouldered with the burden of caring for him, less hassle as a whole.
Now if it were just one example of this I could likely forgive and forget but I literally have an entire document with almost word perfect sentences or phrases or imagery lifted from my fic. I have over 10 examples in which you copy my work. Which is already enough to send to the ao3 mods for evidence.
But on top of this, I discovered another plagiarism.
Not of my fic, but of #1 NEW YORK TIMES BEST-SELLING YA NOVEL, CARRY ON, by Rainbow Rowell.
“Keith should have always known that kissing Lance would be like this, fighting in place. Mutual surrender. A kiss if not a fist. He should have known. He should have known.”
#1 NEW YORK TIMES BEST-SELLING YA NOVEL, CARRY ON BY RAINBOW ROWELL: “I should have known that this is what it would be like to dance with Simon Snow. Fighting in place. Mutual surrender.”
There is a comment on your fic where someone points out this exact wording and says it sounds similar. You say you’ve never read the book Carry On in a reply. And YET you literally have a Carry on fanfic posted on your ao3 account, as well as posts on your blog about Carry On from months ago.
I can continue to post all the directly plagiarized quotes from my fic here, but I really don’t want to do that. I also would like to not have to report this to the ao3 mods and make a big deal out of this. So I am asking you nicely, firmly, to take down this fic within the next 24 hours. It may not be an exact replica, but there are words in that story that are not yours.
I’m putting the benefit of the doubt in you and hoping that this was an honest mistake. But if that is the case, I ask that you rectify it and learn from it. Your words and your ideas ARE important, but I am sure they would be served much better not piggybacking off the work of others.
A Eulogy for all the Homestuck ships that didn't make it.
Sunk by a meme. Tragic.
Sunk by a violent stabbing, also Tragic.
JadeJohn and DaveRose:
Goddamn, Hussie pulled a George Lucas on us there. "You like that ship? Well they're related now, whoopsie!"
Well, you'll always have A03 at least.
The forgotten Beta ship. You were cute.
You were a thing apparently? Well the fanart was cute.
You'll always have the Shelby Cragg AU's at least.
I have so many sad and complicated feelings towards you. It's hard and nobody understands.
There was so much unexplored potential and too much offscreen development.
Never liked you, but you deserved better than a bunch of people throwing a fit over a t-shirt.
I'll miss the <3<, and your Sprite.
God remember that anon that really really really hated this ship? Remember the harassment and gore submissions? That shit was wild... and creepy. Don't do this over fictional relationships kids.
Never saw that one coming did we?
I will Remem8er You!
Confirmed? Sunk? Aw well, you had a good run.
"We coulda had it aaaaaaall"
A foot note in the backstory that could have been explored more.
Sunk offscreen no less! A true shame.
Retconned out of existence and the two don't even talk anymore. Ouch.
Fuck all of you this was cute.
Sigh. Rest in Peace Vriskan, may the shippers sing you to your grave.
Wow, that was an odd couple wasn't it?
| Bestfriend!Jungkook x Reader (mainly)
| a little Jimin x Reader
genre: fluff, smut, angst
description: You’ve confessed to Jeon Jungkook several times over the years. Therefore, you’ve been rejected several times, but Jungkook still remained as your best friend. Things were never awkward between you two even if he knew you were still in love with him. However, one year you finally… finally manage to get over him and even started taking interest in other guys. Things were going great for you until one night, something unexpected happened. Something you never saw coming.… And now you’ll never be able to look at Jungkook the same way again.
word count: 8.8k
warnings: besides the smut, nothing really.
a/n: I’ve posted this story before on my asianfanfics account. B/c it did so well, I gained enough courage to post it here. Some more feedback would be much appreciated (this is my first smut lol no shame) <3
Just wanted to share that Puffs (a musical about Hufflpuffs!) is being screened in some movie theaters in May. I haven't seen anything about it on tumblr, but I am soooo excited and have already grabbed tickets!
Oh I heard about this but I didn’t realise they were filming it! It’s apparently on the 9th and 12th of May in cinemas around America, don’t think they’re screening internationally though I might be wrong
I’m conflicted now, I don’t know whether to see it… apparently it’s showing at universal studios which would be awesome since I’m going to be in orlando, but I’m planning on going to universal on the 8th instead. And like, I could change my plans but I somehow got a flights of passage fastpass for the 9th which is like literal gold dust
Likelihood of the Gotham Rogues going into a Waffle House at 3:00am
Harley Quinn: 78% chance. Waffle House draws her in. It’s got a crazy aura and she likes the aesthetic. Got kicked out of two of three located in Gotham for reasons undisclosed. Orders hash browns and pancakes.
Poison Ivy: 10% chance. If Harley goes in she’ll follow her girlfriend but if she’s on her own there’s no way she’d willingly enter.
Catwoman: 23% chance. If she hears that someone rich is going in / knows the register is full and she’s down on cash she’ll go in. An act of desperation. But she’d never go for the food.
Joker: 60% chance. He’d only go in to survey it in order to place a bomb or some similar convoluted bullshit. If he orders food it will not be from the menu.
Riddler: 82% chance. The mysterious vibes given off by every Waffle House ever built calls to him. He wants to figure out why they feel like another dimension. He’d order waffles and douse them in syrup.
Killer Croc: 2% chance. Besides the fact that he looks like a crocodile man, he’s always been on team IHOP.
Penguin: 0% chance. You won’t catch the Penguin in a Waffle House- Not in this life. The dude probably tries to actively divert business away from the place due to the sheer unpleasantness he feels whenever he remembers that it exists.
Scarecrow: 110% chance. This depressed man fears nothing and no one. He has nothing left to loose. He’d go in, order a coffee and a single waffle, not say a word, and then leave before anyone can process that it happened.
Mr. Freeze: 90% chance. Sometimes the guy just needs a break and thanks to the naturally cold temperatures of the Waffle House, he feels right at home. 100% chance if Nora enjoyed the place. Orders sausages and blueberry pancakes.
Two-Face: 50% chance (come on you saw that coming). Half of him never wants to leave, the other half wants out Immediately. He’d flip a coin to decide. Orders a stack of pancakes and a couple of waffles.
Red Hood: 100% chance. If he’s got money and free time, you’ll find him at the Waffle House. Gotham cryptid status- he never goes in at a sane time and always heavily tips. No one is sure what to think. Has ordered everything at least once.
@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.
Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.
Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?
“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”
description: Two people connected by the red string of fate are destined to be lovers regardless of circumstance. What happens when the red cord malfunctions and miraculously appears between two strangers?
a/n: This is based on an ancient Chinese folktale told by my grandma (credits to this amazing woman in my life), but instead of the string being tied to the ankles, I’m tying it to the wrists for convenience.
When someone becomes a part of you, what do you do? What do you do when you genuinely miss a person after an hour of being apart? When you know they can’t talk but you think you’ll burst if you can’t tell them something funny you just thought of? And what happens when every day that passes is another day closer to the day they leave you? I wrote you a song back in October, and the end of it goes like this:
“I never saw you coming And when I see you go It’ll kill me I never saw you coming And now I never wanna see you go Do you ever wish you had a time machine I just have to know What shade of grey my sky will be The day you leave Without me”
Sleepless Sundays really are a thing I guess.