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The Forgotten Chapter 4

Title: The Forgotten 

Author: Nam

Warnings: Description of gore

Genre: Werewolf Au!, Smut; Fluff; Angst

A/N : I finally learned how to code italics and stuff. By the way if you are ever looking for other chapters, just search for the Forgotten using tags. Or just ask me for links. 😀😀😀😀

By the time English had come, I was practically having a nervous breakdown-on the inside.  I slid into my seat, only looking at my desk.  If I made contact with anyone else, I would burst into tears.

Mr.Kim strode into the classroom with a bunch a papers. I could only guess what they were and stifled a groan

“Hello class. I would like to believe that you read the assigned pages. You have a quiz.”

Crap. I forgot to read the darn book. At this point I was going to have to wing it and pray that the questions were regular stereotypical questions about the exposition or whatnot.

Mr.Kim passed out the quiz and the class was filled with scribbling. There were three specific questions:

1.What was the color of the paper Noel drew the map on? What did she draw it with?

2.What park did Noel put her treasure?

3.Why is Noel sad?

So much for the exposition question; I would have had to read the sentence closely to make  sure I did not skip anything to answer these.

Y/N. You know these answers.

That voice scares me.  

Doesn’t the title of the book seem familiar?

I glanced at the top of the test where the name of the book was–Tempted. There was a tiny flicker of recognition as I remembered seeing the cover from somewhere….

“Y/N, pick a book to read,” my father demanded. It was Family Night and it was the day that Dad wanted me to choose a book from his library. We had been through most of them except one with the female lying in the grass.  It had been Moonlight before the publishing company changed it.   

Snapping out of the vision, I glanced around to make sure no one had noticed I had dozed off.  Temptedwas  my father’s favorite book because…My aunt Noel wrote it under the pseudonym  of Frannie Jekkles.

The question seems easy now?

1.The color of the map was blue and she drew it with charcoal.

2.The park was Lincoln Park.  

3.Noel is sad because her parents were killed gruesomely.

Father had never told me how my grandparents had died. But I remembered what my aunt had said because it was so horrible.

I found my mother’s body in the car. My dad’s body, in tiny pieces, was in her purse.  How I knew it was my father? A sticky note was placed inside.

If this is Noel or Jao, heed this warning for you will be next. Your father, who is in inside you mother’s purse, had married before he matured– along with that, he married a human.  I spared your mother his fate since she is not a ****. Hence so, if either of you shall marry a human or before you mature, I will find you and rip you to pieces.  

                                                                                                     Signed, The Council

Yes.  My father had married when he turned 17.  He knew the laws yet he had risked everything for his love. In the laws of our world, you may wed a human  but you have to mature. There is no in-between….

What did that mean I don’t know, but I was too young to know that it meant anything in particular. I just thought Aunt Noel was a really great thriller writer.  I slightly remembered where my father had put the map–in his bedroom, in a little hidey hole under the bed.

Y/N~Snap out of your thoughts.  The bell just rung and you have not answered a single question.

Looking down at the piece of paper, there was nothing on the paper but my name. Shoot.

I hurriedly scribbled my answers on the document and race to hand it in. I didn’t need to, but finishing a quiz before anyone else was a pet peeve.

“Y/N,” Mr. Kim placed the test on the others, “I heard you were coming over today. “

“I am,  but I don’t intend to stay long. I just want to know why Jimin vanished into thin air and why you are all bothering me,” I  deadpan.

Namjoon groaned, “You can’t live by yourself forever. We aren’t trying to treat you like a child-”

“I know you aren’t. But I choose to live by myself.”

A cold shiver passed through me.  I could’ve swore I saw his eyes flash.

“Y/N, you could learn some things about yourself that your father might have hinted at. “

I raised an eyebrow, “How do you know my father?”

I could see his hesitation, “I can’t tell you at this moment.  You’ll have to wait until we get you to our home. Meet us at the car as soon you’re done with your locker. “ And with that, he left.


The halls were empty as I trudged to my locker.  There were many things that he knew about m that I don’t?  And did-no-would-  I believe him?  I couldn’t just ignore the fact they had something that was different about them.

There was Jimin who pop into my  head and then vanish… Why didn’t I nor other students freak out about that? Then there was Taehyung who could do manipulation  voodoo macho with his voice. I  had an indistinct feeling that Jungkook was a muscle pig, but he had been quick to speed over to me.  The dots were slowly connecting. Could they be some supernatural thing?

Outside, I see Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin waiting. Mr. Kim was nowhere to be found.

Jimin spoke as i neared them, “Namjoon went ahead in the car. We’ll be walking. It’s not that far.”

With that, we began strolling towards their home. For three minutes, I managed to stay quiet, but I had too many questions.

“So Mr. Kim-”

Taehyung interrupted, “Namjoon.”

“Namjoon said there were seven of you.”

“Yah, there is SeokJin, our mom, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon- my dad- Jimin, Taehyung, and me,” Jungkook answered.

“SeokJin is a man?”

“Yes why?”

“Nothing.  So he called you a pack?”

This time Taehyung answered with the snootiest attitude, “Jin will answer any questions you  have. “


“No buts.”

I grumbled but continued walking. We entered the woods and I was slightly afraid.  

Y/N-they won’t do anything to you unless I tell them to.

I hope whoever is thinking to me is telling the truth. If I end up in a ditch somewhere I’m haunting all of them.   I quickly caught up to the boys, “So where exactly do you live?”

The three of them simultaneously spoke, “ A cave.”


Jimin pointed to something in front of us.  

When I think of a cave I think of a bunch of rocks with an open entrance with an endless dark tunnel .But this “cave” was pretty in a sense. It wasn’t a pile of rocks creating a dangerous structure, but an house. The rocks were pretend bricks, and were stacked eloquently to create a three story home.  The entrance was paved with colorful flowers surrounding the door, creating a friendly vibe.  There was a small garden with different types of vegetables. There was a broad-shouldered man tending it.  Jungkook dashed over to him, almost knocking the poor guy over.  I also noticed that he shot over there in 4 seconds.  

“JK! JK! You’ll kill me before Y/N even gets here,” The man cried. He had a soft voice, not to gruff like Taehyung’s and not too high-pitched like Jimin’s.  

“She’s already here,”  Jungkook hefted himself and pointed in my direction. I shrank back in instinct not wanting the attention.

The man turned toward and I blinked twice.  He was handsome but in a lighter tone than Jimin and Jungkook. The term sexy fit them better but the gardener deserved to be on the cover of GQ.  He had full lips and double-lidded eyebrows and a cute little nose. And to top it off, his skin was perfectly tan.

Hello Y/N.

I gasped.  So he…

My name is SeokJin as you probably don’t know. I’ve been inside your head for a while without ever seeing you.   Goes to show ego boy over there that I am more powerful if only  a little.

“Hey! I thought we agreed that we will speak instead of mindspeak with her,” Ego boy Jimin complained.

SeokJin chuckled, “ You agreed. I was cooking.”

Jimin grumbled under his breath.

“Y/N, you must be tired of these lankies showing off around you. I know you want the story of your life but I suppose you need to relax with us in the living room in order to get the full review.  Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hobi are already waiting. I made cookies. “

Jin showed us inside the house. I was not surprised to see the carefully decorated living room as the first room of the house. The walls were painted a rich creamy brown with a hint of tinted green hidden in the art. Pictures lined the walls leading up to the family picture that hung above the fireplace. Couches created an oval and a simple coffee table sat in the middle of the decor.  

Namjoon and two other men sat on one of the couches.

The one with mint-green hair eyeballed me before looking away blushing.  The other with jet-black hair flashed a white grin- I couldn’t help but send one back.  

“Y/N. You made it. “

Taehyung rolled his eyes,”Of course she did. Why wouldn’t she?”

Namjoon glared at Taehyung who fell silent, “Now that everyone is situated. We will begin to explain to you why you were asked to come here. I am sure you have suspicions-”

“Are you all gangsters?”

Jet-Black giggled while Mint groaned

Namjoon stifled his own laugh and told me, “No Y/N. We’re better than that. We are wolves. Werewolves to be formal. “


SeokJin interjected, “ I saw that you had noticed our little powers. Well werewolves are born with them. Born or bitten shall we say. You were also wondering how Namjoon and I had a child. Well…. I’ll let Yoongi explain that.”


Jet Black sat up and looked me square in my confused eyes, “ Werewolves are different from any other creature. Our males can have babies as easily as female wolves can.”

SeokJin and Namjoon both smiled at Jungkook.


I was more than shocked at this point. A werewolf? How? When? Where? Why? I wasn’t freaking earlier, but I was going to definitely freak now. This had to be som cruel prank video! Where’s the camera?

“Joke’s over! I don’t find this amusing.”

“But it’s true-”

“I don’t care!”

Namjoon’s eyes flashed and I instantly calmed down. I had no idea what he was capable of doing, and I didn’t want to find out. “Let me finish. Your father had been a werewolf. Your grandparents had been werewolves. They, also, had been Royals. Royals are the alphas that fall in love, or imprinted, on another alpha. There can only be on couple. They are what humans call king and queen. We are part of the Royal Guard; we protect the Royals until they retire. Unfortunately, being a Royal has it’s limits. I’m sure you’ve learned this already, but you have to mature into our alpha before you can wed. And even more tragic, the law was placed as your grandfather was married to his wife.  Attacks were played on the King and Queen, but they never succeeded. Until the Council was created. We tried to stop the council from doing any damage but they tricked your grandparents into a dinner party where they proceeded to murder them. You father and his sister were hidden from preying hands. Your father did not listen to our warning and married your mother, who was indeed another species of supernatural….”

Hoseok glanced at me, “Y/N kind of fainted.”

hip-eponymous-poor-boy  asked:

do you have any headcanons that have to do w/ cabaret?? (whether for characters in the show, things that you are sure happened w/ cast members irl, just anything cabaret)

I mean honestly………..the only real head canon I have is I’m pretty sure they all die (except for Cliff, who of course returns to Pennsylvania to write his book, which he dedicates to Sally), so I feel kind of bad really contemplating specific head canons for them given the circumstances, ya know? But I’d say Herr Schultz and the Emcee are killed at the concentration camps, Fraulein Schneider was likely killed under suspicion of harboring a Jew or some other similar charge (a Nazi officer knew for a fact she was engaged to a Jewish man, something I highly doubt they’d be likely to forget). Sally stayed wrapped up in the rapidly decaying world of her cabaret, dying of an overdose, deliriously (and I mean that in the true sense of the word) happy, just like Elsie. And Ernst was ultimately convicted of war crimes and executed, while his wife, the former Fraulein Kost, was left destitute once more.

Just…bleak times all around for everybody. But honestly, can’t imagine anything else. :-/

shit i’m going back through my tumblr and i’m at the point during s3 e8 and wow was it wild there were literally so many theories and seeing the stuff we were right about and soooo wrong about is so fun holy shit this is pumping me up for the rest of s4

Man I do a lot of thinking about Karamatsu aha… Especially concerning how he got from Osomatsu-Kun to Osomatsu-San. We’re given basically 0 info on how their teen years were so I’m just gonna… Make some up of my own under the cut! 

(Oh also as for Ichi’s weird school photo, I feel like he was totally that kid that was always photographed mid-sneeze, and that no one ever took the time to retake any of them.)

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RWBY in a nutshell

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Falling In And Out Of Love (3)


Part 1 here.  Part 2 here.
Plot: Reader is Jacob’s best friend and has been harbouring feelings for him for a long time.  He finally takes her to meet the pack and Embry imprints on her.

Word Count: 1255
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I think this will be the final part, hope you have enjoyed it!

As Jake kept dragging me along to hang out with the pack, I gradually stopped complaining and trying to worm my way out of it.  They were nice, nicer than I had expected, and it was fun.  Although Jake did frequently leave me to entertain myself, I found myself hanging out with Embry a lot, which was strange and unexpected but, nice.  Slowly I got used to the pack and their wild ways, and I was glad that Jake had managed to convince me to come along.  Not just because it got me some new friends, but because in getter closer to Embry I found myself thinking of Jake less, and I caught myself staring at Embry in the way I used to look at Jake.  It was nice to feel myself finally letting go of the feelings I had been holding close for so long, and I found myself feeling happier, without the constant pressing knowledge that he would never look at me the same way.  Maybe things would be better now, now that I was looking at him in the same way he looked at me, now that we could truly be just friends again.  

Just as I was beginning to enjoy going along with Jake and meeting the pack, hanging out with Embry, and making friends as Jake had insisted I needed to do, the visits stopped.  Jake just stopped inviting me, he wouldn’t tell me when he was off to meet the pack, and if I found out and asked about going along, he would tell me it was an important pack meeting, one that I couldn’t attend.  I just couldn’t understand it, why all of the needling to get me to come along just to let me make friends and then force me to abandon them.  I still said hi to them whenever I saw them around school of course, and although we shared no classes Embry still showed up at my locker or behind me in the lunch line to say hi.  Jake was never far behind.  It was when Embry began texting, asking why I wasn’t with Jake, that I realised Jake was purposely going to see the pack behind my back, trying to hide where he was going from me, so I wouldn’t want to come along too.  He was spending more time with me too, which I was almost certain he was doing deliberately, and I began to suspect that his constant popping up whenever I was with Embry wasn’t entirely coincidental either.  

I didn’t mean to go behind Jake’s back, I honestly don’t know how it started.  He was avoiding telling me things, sneaking off to meet the pack behind my back, and I was mad, and confused, so when Embry asked me to go grab some ice-cream after school with him, I didn’t think anything of not telling Jake.  If he could go off to see his friends without telling me, I was entitled to do the same thing.  And why should I tell him?  It wasn’t any of his business was it?  And why should he tag along on dates?  Because I was pretty sure that’s what it was.  He found out anyway though, he must have heard it from Embry, after all, he could hear his thoughts.  After that he made a point to offer me a ride to school and back, if I declined he knew where I was or where I was going, and came along with us, even when we tried to hint to him that we didn’t want him to be there.  I say hint, I’m pretty sure Embry was very obvious with his ‘hinting’, guessing by the glares he shot Jake.  There was probably some mind yelling going on, but Jake never seemed to care.  Every time Embry tried to hang out with me, Jake would show up and either tag along or try and get me to go somewhere else with him instead.  It almost seemed like he was jealous, which was stupid, he was my best friend, I wasn’t just going to replace him.  There wasn’t anything wrong with me being friends, or possibly more, with Embry.  He was constantly drooling over Bella, and I never complained, at least not out loud anyway.  It wasn’t until Embry properly explained that I began to understand.

We were enjoying some rare alone time, Embry had managed to catch me while Jake was off doing patrols so we were safe from interruptions.  We were sitting on the beach, even although it probably wasn’t warm enough yet, we didn’t care.  I could tell he wanted to talk to me about something serious, and honestly I thought he was going to talk to me about Jake, about how overbearing he was being.  It was suffocating, but instead he said we needed to talk about us.  He looked really nervous, his eyes darted all around, as if he was waiting for somebody to leap out at us.  And, with hindsight he was probably prepared for Jake to pounce at us, knowing what he was about to say.  His leg bounced up and down and he stuttered as he tried to explain, so much so that I reached out and took his hands.  “Hey, whatever you need to tell me, it’s okay, just say it.”  He visibly relaxed at my touch, his leg stilling and his eyes focusing on mine.  He sighed.  “I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.  I mean, I probably should have told you straight away, you already know about us so it wouldn’t have been hard.  It’s just, oh…”  He trailed off and I gave him an encouraging smile, even although on the inside I was beginning to get a little scared.  “It would have pressured you, and I wouldn’t want you to rush into something you don’t want.  But I have to tell you, I know I do…”  I squeezed his hand.  “What is it Embry?”  He was rambling, I’d noticed him doing it before when he was nervous.  “Do you know all of the stories?  Has Jake told you everything about us?  About our relationships?”  I frowned, not sure where he was going.  “Yeah, I mean, I think so.”  He nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself.  “You’re my imprint.”  

To say I was shocked would be an understatement.  Imprint?  I supposed it explained his interest in me, the looks he gave me, why he was nervous around me, but it definitely wasn’t what I was expecting him to say.  He rushed to continue.  “It doesn’t have to be romantic, not if you don’t want it to be.  We can just be friends, I just want you to be happy.”  He was rambling again.  I smiled at him, watching the way the sun lit his face, shone off his hair, glinted in his beautiful eyes.  And as I watched him, I knew for sure that the feelings I had once had for Jake were long gone, this was real.  I curled my fingers into fists, my mind whirring at a hundred miles an hour.  I liked him.  I really liked him, more than I’d liked anybody.  I liked him enough to lean forward and kiss him, the touch of my lips silencing his endless stream of panicky thoughts and apologies.  He froze for a moment, as if he didn’t believe that this could possibly be happening, but it was.  I was kissing Embry.  I was kissing Embry.  Until Jake arrived that is.  “EMBRY!”

Thank you so much for tagging me @a-stupid-teenager :) Someone else tagged me as well but I really can’t remember who, sorry about that :/

I already did this a while ago but whatever hahha I guess that a few things changed?

Rules: you must tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better too lazy ops

nickname: Mois, Mosan, Rantala

zodiac sign: Aries

height: 168cm

last thing you googled: Snapchat points my story

favourite music artist: Miley Cyrus, Eminem, Halsey, tøp

song stuck in my head: Little do you know - Alex & Sierra

last movie you watched: Shutter

what are you wearing right now: Gray sweatpants and a burgundy zip hoodie

why did you choose your url: Do I really have to explain this? xD

do you have any other blogs: Nopee

what did your last relationship teach you: That people suck and I’m forever gonna be miserable and lonely

religious or spiritual: Confused

favourite colour: Gray and black

average hours of sleep: Five

lucky number: 15, 17, 32

favourite characters: Alison DiLaurentis, Commander Lexa, Alex Vause, Katniss Everdeen

how many blankets do you sleep with: One

dream job: I really have no idea, just something that makes me happy

internet is pissing me off so i’m calling it a night. i managed to get a couple drafts out but everything else is gonna have to wait until tomorrow/today i guess it is at this point. i fortunately have tonight and tomorrow off for once so i’m going to be as damn active as i can be ♥

a-vague-yet-menacing-agency  asked:

Everyone is fighting the galra, Keith is on a stealth mission somewhere. Lance: I guess they don`t know about our ace in the hole/ we hold all the aces. Every time Keith goes to attack something Lance: That`s right! We gotta ace up our sleeves! (Well the ace IS our sleeve, our arm, but whatever). Whenever Keith is worried about being able to do something Lance: don`t worry, you`ll ACE it. Bonus points if no one else knows Keith is ace (or what ace means) and they`re all just confused.

fdijcxkldsj this is so good. ilu.

i need some new blogs to follow

i’m not feeling my feed right now, and i’m looking for blogs that post any of the following: 

–harry potter


      –any house pride stuff really i don’t care what house i’m just a slytherin

   –marauder’s era

      –(bonus points for wolfstar)


   –draco x reader

   –anything draco honestly

–once upon a time

   –captain swan

   –anyone in the dad squad: killian, jefferson, david, and robin

   –swan queen

   –outlaw queen

   –peter pan !!

   –more jefferson appreciation


–imagines for any of those^^^


   –tyler oakley

   –troye sivan

      –(also bonus points for troyler bc we’re a dying breed)

   –connor franta

   –the holy trinity

   –ben j pierce



–that’s it. that’s all i’m into. if you somehow think of anything else let me know i guess.

–oh also cats

–or any cute animal really

like/reblog (i don’t care which) and i’ll check out your blog:))

okay sorry but I need to get this off my chest. possibly snob-ish literature rant ahead of you.

do you know something that’s been grating on my nerves about a bunch of posts I see on tumblr? it’s this continuous insisting that ‘no literature is sacred because everything is a fanfic/transformative work so why do people think certain books are special’.

because I mean on one side it is technically true, though it means nothing and everything - like, okay, as someone once said all western literature is a continuous redoing of the Iliad and the Odyssey and that’s pretty much true to a T because every theme you find in all of western lit is in there, so we actually could say that all of western lit is basically Homer fanfiction. there’s nothing technically wrong about that statement. but if you say that, you’re basically equating all literary works to a certain standard which is not necessarily a high one and you’re saying that no literary work could be considered more important than another because after all it’s all transformative work.

and that means that you didn’t understand the basic point of history of literature and of how literature shapes cultures/languages and of how literary trends start. given that nothing is really original for the reasons above, but there’s nothing wrong with that as all of literature/culture in general is made of being influenced by someone else, the point is that there are certain works/books that are actually more important than others and not necessarily because of their style.

  • as in: the divine comedy might be a bible + roman/greek mythology fanfic with rps thrown into it for someone who wants to see it like that (tho writing this sentence is making my fingers bleed but never mind), but the thing is that if you say it you’re missing that a) the story is a pretext, b) that it’s used as a commentary for philosophical/historical/society issues, c) that it’s written in such a complicated verse that no one else tried it again after Dante did it first, d) that it’s been the basis for the formation of the language of an entire nation. it’s not just a fanfic, it started Italian literature in vernacular
  • all of ancient latin/roman lit is a greek literature au but it shaped their culture which then they exported all over the continent and it’s not necessarily the same and actually the aeneid is more important for western culture than the iliad/odyssey because it was more widely read.
  • I could go and say that robinson crusoe is just another variation of ulysses being stranded on calypso’s island so who even cares, and I also think it’s boring as fuck, but if someone hadn’t written the umpteenth variation of ulysses being stuck on the island you wouldn’t have modern narrative novel and not just in the english language.
  • ulysses is pretty much upfront an odyssey fanfiction for that matter, it doesn’t try to hide that, but considering that joyce invented the stream of consciousness and that was when he introduced it that kinda makes it stand since it influenced all of 20th century literature
  • the beat generation novels can be a huck finn or tom sawyer au tho that definition is kinda reductive and can be applied to 90% of american lit and actually the beat generation is more autobiographical shit than most of any other american lit current, but without the beat generation novels american lit nowadays would be vastly different and they still did something innovative that hadn’t been done before
  • for that matter huck finn also is based on themes you can find in the odyssey - fuck, the entire road trip concept is based on the odyssey, I could write you another post where I show you that lord of the rings has endless themes in common with that book - but without mark twain you wouldn’t have today’s american literature
  • religious art can be bible fanart to you, but it wasn’t to people who went to church because they couldn’t read the bible so if they didn’t see the pictures how were they going to get told the story even if the priest wasn’t explaining it to them? also some of that bible fanart ended up inspiring entire movements (ie Caravaggio’s use of light in his bible fanart influenced all art for a century at least if not more while the artists that weren’t influenced by him aren’t famous unless they did something other groundbreaking or that somehow was relevant as far as currents go), and tbh using the bible as a fanart/fanfic comparison thing means that you reaaaaally have no clue of how religious texts work (says the atheist)

like, what people don’t seem to grasp is that it’s not that all works are equal but some are more equal than others and that’s wrong. the thing is that some works are more important than others, not equal, in virtue of the fact that if no one had written that book or painted that picture(s) literature history would be vastly different and by proxy the culture that book belongs to would be vastly different, because like it or not, literature shapes a culture if it’s a culture that relies on the written word.

like, there’s a post floating around tumblr (which wasn’t what started this rant but never mind) that says that jane eyre was based off emma and wide sargasso sea was based off jane eyre so IT’S ALL FANFIC-CEPTION. never mind that it’s probably not true (and like knowing charlotte bronte I totally went like WHAT when I read that post), but let’s just assume it is for this argument. so, emma is a book you study in high school. jane eyre is a book you generally study in high school (I didn’t but it was on my english lit book so let’s say I should have). wide sargasso sea generally is not unless your teacher is into postcolonialist lit or that you study outside university. but it’s not because there’s a bias against wide sargasso sea. the thing is that you study emma because jane austen is an important author and her work is groundbreaking as far as female writers being published goes, so if you wanna know anything about english lit you’re gonna have to deal with it/her. you study jane eyre because charlotte bronte was another example of groundbreaking female writer managing to publish, it has a female heroine that was vastly different from most female heroines of the time and has set the bar for that kind of book in the following years. wide sargasso sea is important for other reasons as far as postcolonial lit goes, but other than giving an unique spin on the story and putting attention on bertha as a character it does exactly nothing special as far as actual writing style goes or as introducing new plot devices or so on. actually if jane eyre wasn’t there first you probably wouldn’t have 90% of today’s literature touching feminist themes. so wide sargasso sea gets taught in unis because it has something to say as far as postcolonialist themes go, but not in high school because it has exactly nothing to add to works that actively changed english literature before the 20th century which is what you should study in HS.

to make another example, this also is valid for idk everything based off ancient greek tragedy - it’s been done and redone to death, but for one, there’s been tons of literature written just about Elektra’s character. ffs we have three full tragedies featuring her character that survived ancient Greece but there probably were endless, we just got those three because they were the most important/innovative. on the character’s wiki page there’s fifteen not-Greek works in between operas and regular theater. out of the four operas, the only one that gets performed today regularly is Strauss’s because it was important as far as musical style went and it stood out from the others, but it’s based on a drama that no one would give a damn about if it wasn’t the base for the opera. meanwhile mourning becomes Elektra, which is the American 19th century AU of the Oresteia, is vastly more important as far as theater goes.

and like, it’s not even about the style or personal tastes - for one, I think robinson crusoe was a yawn-worthy book when it wasn’t irritating and emma is one of the books I loathe most on this planet, it doesn’t mean that I think they’re trash or meh FANFIC or stuff that shouldn’t be taught in schools - they should be, for the basic reason that everyone here is missing.

which is, works in literature are important/stand out insofar as they have something new to say about something that’s already been said and done, be it language or style or twisting the tropes or cementing the tropes or completely turn them into something else or what have you, not because of the story. the story in itself is irrelevant as far as lit history goes. I get the feels about the characters in Les Miserables but it’s not an important book because I cry over life being unfair to jean valjean, it’s important because among the rest it shows you why the fuck I should cry over jean valjean which translates in let’s go and criticize French society and smash at it with a hammer. among the rest, because that’s not even 1% of that. I could also tell you that les mis is basically a Greek tragedy in disguise because three people survive at the end of it but that’d be making a pretty damn disservice to everything it stands for.

and the thing is: people, fanfiction is setting the lowest bar. with that I don’t mean fanfic is bad and actually I agree it shouldn’t be shamed/seen as lesser literature (I mean, I’ve been writing it for ten years or more than that and I will for the foreseeable future, I’m hardly bashing on it) insofar as we do it carefully for reasons I’ll disclose in a moment, but the point about fanfic is that it’s self-published, it’s free and everybody can write it. which is amazing and that’s why I love it, but the thing about incensed literary works is that they are incensed because in their context, not everyone could have written them. No one ever managed to write another divine comedy, I highly doubt that any writer that wasn’t joyce could have pulled off ulysses, wuthering heights was important also because it had a protagonist who was unlikeable but hella complex at the same time and guess what no one else had written a heathcliff until that point or at least not as well as emily bronte did, if I sat down and decided to write a book about a ship hunting whales I can 100% assure you that the result would not be as good as moby dick and I could never write a les miserables or a brothers karamazov or a waste land. because those works are unique and only the people who wrote them could have written them and that’s why they changed literature or were influential to other people. like for fuck’s sake let’s lower the bar some more, stephen king is my favorite writer and I don’t think he’s groundbreaking or extra special, but still he’s had far more influence over horror/thriller genre lit and popular culture than any other genre writer of his generation ever had and no, if I sit down and write horror books myself even if I’m influenced by his work I will never replicate it, because he’s vastly better at it than I could ever be. and that’s okay, I don’t want my dark tower fanfic to be considered equal to his canon. and all ‘there’s fanfic better than canon!!’ is perfectly true, but fanfic wouldn’t exist without the canon. like, think about that one moment - canon will always be more important whichever canon it is.

and other than that, the fact that everybody can write fanfic is good but can also be not good. like, there’s some fanfic which deserves being published, but for every one of those there’s fifty trashy ones and equating all of literary canon to fanfics in general and saying that people need to get off their high arse when they think a certain published work is superior means that there’s zero difference between 1984 and my dystopian game of thrones AU based on brave new world, and that’s crap, because my dystopian GOT AU will make my readers have feels and maybe they’ll read it on their kindle but I’m never going to end up in literature classes for it. considering I do it in my spare time and I’m not paid for it nor do I care, I don’t see the problem in considering 1984 superior to my fanfic. and so on.

but other than that: people, ffs, everyone on this website loathes fifty shades of grey. and that’s not the problem, because it’s a shitty book and deserves to be loathed. but 50sog is a twilight fanfic that was published for reasons that I’m entirely not sure about, tho the agent saw right since el james has made more money from her shitty twilight fanfic than I will ever make off any fanfic I will publish if I ever do. like, following this ‘everything is fanfic everything is equal let’s get off high horses published/studied in school =/= special or particular or worthy of my attention’ we’re saying that 50sog is exactly the same thing as idek lady chatterley’s lover if we wanna stay in the erotic genre/banned books category, and that it totally should have been published/made into a movie/read by a bunch of people who got the wrong idea about bdsm. problem is: everybody can write a shitty book like 50sog and most people would write it better tbh, and that’s why if it ever ends up on literature books it will be because of the sales and because it’s was a phenomenon in the good or the bad, not because it was a fanfic or because it was a good book in the first place. if people don’t forget about it in the next ten years, which is highly more probable.

like, getting off high horses is all good and proper and I 100% agree with it also because in order to make that kinda lit palatable to everyone treating it as it’s 100% sacred and untouchable is stupid, but not to the point of everything being treated as if it was exactly the same thing because sorry but in fact some fucking books/works are more important than others and there are reasons why and those reasons aren’t people being snobs. the moment you know that you can do whatever the hell you want with/to them but at least know what you’re talking about first.

Hamilton Fic Reader

I finally dragged @fractalbright into Hamilton so to celebrate, I’ve compiled a fanfic reader for her! If I’m aware the author is on tumblr, I’ve done my best to @ them. If I missed anyone, please let them know! Please tread cautiously; most authors include potential content warnings in the tag, so I haven’t bothered unless something really stuck in my mind. If you like a fanfic, let the author know! Most of them have written fics beyond what I’ve linked here, and you should check those out too. 

* indicates historical RPF rather than musical portrayals 

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So Camille isn’t seen in one episode and suddenly her story is disappearing, she’s no longer important, and she is going to die? Because she is no longer “with” Klaus, she is pointless because she can’t stand on her own? This is why I’ve been hiding from tumblr I think, I’m getting tired of everyone and all these predictions and trying to determined that Camille is going to be the one to die.

After a whole build up of her transition into a vampire, after clearly writing out the fact that she is gong to find herself as a vampire, and she is one of Michael’s beloved characters, give me one GOOD reason why she would be killed off? Why would they change Cami into a vampire and then suddenly kill her off? Wouldn’t they have let her just die then in episode 3x09? I find all these theories absurd. It could be anyone. Kol, Finn, Davina, Marcel, Vincent, Freya, Josh, even Will.

Also, looking at the episode people who show up, guess who isn’t listed in some of them. Finn isn’t mentioned in any episodes on IMDb after episode 18, Kol isn’t in episode 19, 20, or 22, Will hasn’t been seen in SOOO many episodes, and Josh isn’t in 20, or 22. Are their stories disappearing? No, they aren’t. So stop with this stupid crap!

So yes, I’m so sick and tired of everyone immediately pointing fingers at Cami. I haven’t seen anyone else theorizing its someone else, I only see the finger points at Cami. I’m tired of her tag being filled with this. Your theories are irrelevant.


You don’t have to comment, I’m just needing to rant and get these emotions off my shoulders cause I’m so sick and tired of my baby being bashed. She gets so much hate and people want to see her die and it hurts my heart because she is an absolutely amazing complex character that deserves more love. Leah Pipes has done an amazing job developing her character and I’ve no doubt she’ll be alive. 

anonymous asked:

So I'm reeealllly sorry about this but I was wondering, what's everyone upset about Mabel about? Did she do something? I was looking through your blog and saw something about "defending Mabel". What happened? I'm sorry if this sounds ignorant, I just would like to know. Thank you, and, sorry.


1. Setting Dipper up with Candy (??? he agreed to the date here, I dunno why she’s at fault but, eh)

2. Using the ties (Dipper was a part of this, too, but everyone ignores that)

3. Dipper “sacrificing” his crush on Wendy (”What has your sister done for you lately” says the evil triangle lmao he’s the antagonist everyone he’s going to lie)

4. Mabel having crushes

5. Apparently Mabel got “jealous” when Dipper was hanging out with Ford. All evidence points to something else.

6. Everything that Dipper does is because Bill is still possessing him so that means Mabel is a horrible human being when she does wrong, blah blah blah

7. Dipper is awful at explaining games. Apparently this is Mabel’s fault.

That’s just the stuff in my tags that I can remember off the top of my head.