not-done-up

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And we would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids and that stupid wombat!

So the new season’s about to start (yay!) and I want to enjoy it. Doubtless I’ll have some criticisms, some speculation that’ll go nowhere, etc, but I don’t care about that. That’s part and parcel of watching/reading a story I didn’t create.

But I want to enjoy my show, I want to enjoy the fandom and everyone’s creativity and enthusiasm, I want to enjoy myself. That’s why I’m here.

I don’t care if someone out there doesn’t like the thing I like. I don’t care if someone misreads what I say and rants about what they pretend I said. I don’t care if someone thinks my favourite characters are terrible and shouldn’t be together. I don’t care if someone out there thinks I’m trash, or homophobic, or racist, or misogynistic, or anything else. I know I’m not, and that’s all that matters. If someone needs that fictional construct of me to displace their issues on and get upset about, then go for it. I hope it helps.

Yes, there are people out there who like to stir up shit. We all know this. What I’ll never understand is why anyone would reblog their nonsense or talk about it and thus help their words reach more people, give them a bigger platform and a louder voice. Don’t complain to me that the antis are the ones screaming the loudest if you’re helping them be louder by reblogging their posts or engaging with them. Or encouraging them by reacting, and thus giving them attention, which is exactly what they want.

If you don’t want drama, stop engaging with drama.

Oh, somebody said something that offends me. Somebody’s co-opting real issues to lend legitimacy to their ship war agenda. Somebody likes their favourite character but not my favourite character even though my favourite character is clearly better. Oh, look, hypocrisy and double standards. Oh, look, telling the bully how you feel didn’t make them stop, it just confirmed where you’re vulnerable so now they can redouble their attack.

Shocking.

Look, it’s possible to have a hate-free dash. I know it’s possible, because I have one. There’s a very, very simple trick to it: don’t follow people who post or reblog hate. That’s literally all there is to it. You are the one in charge of what appears on your dash. Not the antis. Not anyone else. You.

Ignore them. Block them. Don’t engage with them. Who cares what they think? Why does it matter? It doesn’t. It only matters if you let it. Other people’s thoughts and words only have power over you if you let them.

I refuse. I don’t want to hear about it anymore. It’s always the same, it’s stupid, and I don’t want it. If it makes someone happy to go on and on about things they hate, good for them. I’m not interested. This isn’t a trial. None of us have to justify ourselves to anyone else. And I’m not going to give my time and energy to idiots. Just because other people are apparently worried about what I think doesn’t mean I care about what they think.

Some of the stuff I’ve seen on here is beneath contempt; some of it I just disagree with. But people make their own choices and it’s ultimately between them and their conscience. I can’t change anyone else, only myself.

So. Have at it if you must, but I’m done. It’s entirely avoidable, so that’s what I’m going to do. You’re more than welcome to join me.

April: “Don’t worry. I’ll save you from the pirates.”

Raph: “…uh…aren’t you a pirate?”

April:” Shut up! Just play along if you want to live!”

Y’all can thank @thewinterme for this one. During a conversation about the sadness of shipping non-otp couples, she brought up our shared obsession and bitterness over Zutara. Naturally, this scene worked its way into our conversation. With the love we both have for Zutara and now Raphril respectfully, she mentioned the pirate AU that fit in with the TMNT SDCC shorts. So, what better way to combine Zutara and Raphril than this?

P.S. I updated my 2k14/16 Raphril fict “Crazy” if y’all are interested.

P.P.S. I am forever destined to ship couples that will never happen….

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They walked outside just as the sun was fully rising. It was so long since Len had seen a sunrise but he couldn’t think of a better moment to see one again. Barry never stopped amazing Len.

Len felt the first few warms rays on his face and just wanted to stand there and bathe in it. They wondered aimlessly around the city for a while. Len just soaking up the sensation of sunlight again and the warmth it brought him, even if he usually preferred the cold.

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For @coldflashbigbang! I was assigned to @mockingbird-22, and got to do some art for their wonderful fic Walk In The Sun With Me

(Ignore my attempts at a background. I can’t draw houses :P )

I’m sorry to clog your dash with this, buuuutttt....

So, I been doin’ some thinking last night, as is what sometimes happens in the wee hours with a cold one, and I came to a lot of realizations.

The reason I am, by some people, thought to be fake, is merely a question of timing.  I made a blog (well, both of them) back in 2012, roughly 6 months before I was due to ship out to bootcamp.  One of the things I would post on my personal one was stuff relating to Sea Duke, which led to meeting who would become a romantic interest and the creation of this blog.  Those who have followed from the beginning, or have some use of their brain, know that I do not go out of my way to be rude, cause a ruckus, or go looking for a fight.  I say this because from the time my previous relationship became a “thing” until present day, I for some reason unknown to me, got shit for it.  And it wasn’t even brought to me; rather, it was gotten from my personal, twisted around, and blabbed to my girl in an attempt to either make me look like shit, or break us up.  Naturally,  she was upset at them, not me, which I think pissed them off more, and I was absolutely livid, because I saw that shit. In fact, I still get shit for it, maybe not directly, but I still get it.  I realize because of the timing alone, I am assumed to be either fake, or a “catfish.”

I have, from the beginning, never been “liked” by this fandom as a whole.  I’m aware of the exceptions, but I have gotten shit from Day 1 over absolutely fuck all.  And then, some of you have the gall to call my naval career into question, and the legitimacy of, basically, my life and everything in it, not having, or bothering to have, a goddamn clue about what I’ve been through, what I have done, where I have been, let alone who I am as a person or a sailor.  No, I am not an officer.  I am rather a highly trained  electronics technician who works on mission-critical air traffic control systems, the same kind the FAA uses.  Lives literally depend on my shit working properly, and I have put some loooonnnngggg, NOS energy drink fueled hours into making sure they do.  I can’t afford to fuck off in my duty. So me “not mattering” because I’m “not an officer” is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life, and you, Special Snowflake, quite honestly, owe ME an apology.

And as for my accident, yes, I took a mean blow to the head.  I have a titanium rod in my leg that will stay there until the day I die, as well as a repaired ACL that has sidelined me for a good deal of time.  My parents damn near became a Gold Star family.  But I am extremely lucky to have recovered as well and quickly as I have.  Most folks, if they survived what I have been through, would still be in a coma.  So again, if you can’t handle it, either shut up and move the fuck on with your life, or take the ass chewing you’ll get if you bring that trash to me, without crying.

Now, if you’ll ex-fucking-scuse me, this beer ain’t gonna drink itself.  

Originally posted by mooseleys

fic; made a plan to be someone [Orphan Black] 

pairing: Beth/Sarah
summary: Beth’s a detective barely scraping by. Sarah swears she isn’t a victim, but Beth knows how that story ends. AU. 
author’s note: I don’t know, man; I had a clear image in my head of both women thinking they were in control of their shitty situations and then bumping up against each other and realizing they really weren’t, and that led to this. around 12k words. 

warnings: suicide, domestic violence, drug abuse, vomit. 

This just in I now officially hate the Mc/Hanzo ship. I’m sick of seeing it everywhere and I’m ready to never see it again thank you especially because they have no point of actual connection and fanon doesn’t really address how they get together they just?? End up together and it’s annoying me. And Genji only ends up in the picture to become some overprotective brother or to be like McCree’s wingman and just….I’m good. I’m good thanks. No more ever again.

“you know you can come through the front door by now, right?”

“but princess, this is far more ro-meow-ntic.”

(…i just want adrien to be the hugest closet romantic ever. bad puns are romantic, right??)

  • Keith:*is injured and unconscious*
  • Lance:*cradles him in his arms*
  • Keith:*wake up from coma* well well well how the turn tables...