I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam
AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, surprise character!
Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.
Warnings for this chapter: Hungover!Reader, kisses and tickling (fluff), violence (slight gore) sexual harassment, implied necrophilia (shit gets real guys im sorry) death, family issues, guns, daggers, threats.
Word Count: 3217
A/N: enjoy, put a lot of thought into this chapter, my head is spinning! I’m also taking the heading out of new chapters now to keep it tidier.
“Y/N… Did your father ever tell you where that lullaby is from?” Bucky asked, he could feel the unwanted tears pool in his eyes.
“Mmm, he ne’er told me, why’d y’ask Buck?” You mumbled in your relaxed state.
“Doll… That’s a lullaby only pirates know.”
You were fast asleep before you could hear the words, the hangover hitting you prematurely. Bucky shifted you off of his lap to lay on your side on the king size bed. He admired your sleeping form; hair mussed and fanned against the pillow behind you, lips parted ever so slightly, a light snore coming from your mouth. He chuckled before draping the covers over you and kissing your temple.
As Bucky shifted out of the bedchamber, he made his way to the main deck to Steve, Peggy, Sam and Wanda. Both couples were dancing merrily as Bucky approached them. Judging by his scrunched features, they knew something was amiss.
“Psst, guys, I need to to tell you something, like, right now.”
They all gathered to the galley, ushering the two men that were situated in there outside.
“What’s happened? Is everything alright, James?” Peggy pushed, worried for the man in front of her.
“I-I’ve just put Y/N to bed and, er,” Bucky stuttered, not knowing how to wrap his head around the subject, “she requested if she could sing me a lullaby, albeit it was actually her going to sleep, and… the one she sang, it… it was a pirate’s lullaby, thought some of the words were missing I recognized them perfectly. Her father is a governor, she told me herself- she told me her father used to sing it to her when she was a babe, her mother had died during childbirth.”
It took a while for the group to adjust to Bucky’s confession, the thought of you knowing such a rare poem, known only to pirates, shook them.
Steve cleared his throat, “Surely there must be some coincidence? Maybe… Maybe her father heard it from someone whom he was traveling the seas with?” He pondered, and Peggy wrapped her hands around his arm, squeezing him with a smile.
Steve, always the man who had faith in the most unlikely people, even if he didn’t know them.
“N-No, I wouldn’t think so. We all know Pirates sing those lullabies to their own kin, they don’t sing them when they’re wandering or in enemy territory, or anywhere off their ships, for that matter. There must be some sort of connection?” Bucky was pacing now, making conspiracies throughout his head and Wanda cleared her throat.
“Oh, merciful God… Bucky, you do know who’s been missing for nineteen years, right? He hasn’t been seen by a living soul, he was only known by his pirate name. The Trading Company never caught him because they could never locate him, therefore they never knew what he looked like. My…My father told me-”
“Oh, don’t say his name. I beg of you.” Bucky cried, everyone’s eyes were on him. The realization and fear was written on all of their faces.
“We have to think of a plan, Bucky,” Sam mumbled.
Bucky kicked a lone stool before rubbing his face. “You’re correct, Sam. We need to make a plan tonight, Steve, Peggy,” Bucky looked up at the tall blonde and short brunette, earning two small nods, “what are your thoughts on accompanying us to Singapore?”
The Governor stood by the large grandfather clock, the time was 8:46 pm and he was holding his daughter’s pale blue dress in his withering hands. He made his way to the main deck of his ship, where Peter awaited.
“Sir, I swear. I haven’t seen her or two weeks. She didn’t say a word to me - like she would have - she would have left a note or a letter or a secret sort of hint. I’ve only just found her dress underneath my bed, a pair of pants and a blouse of mine have gone missing too. She only mentioned once - and this was months ago - that she wanted to go away and never come back. I’m sorry, Sir.” Peter stuttered, his fingers tapping against one another as the crease between his brows deepened. The young man was upset, worried, all the negative emotions rushing towards him full throttle like a tidal wave. He felt heartbroken because you were his best friend- his only friend apart from the mule that shifted the grinds and gears in the blacksmiths.
“It’s okay, Peter, you didn’t know,” The man reassured him, patting him on the back. “Why don’t you eat something, boy? I’m sure you’re famished after all the interrogation, help yourself to some fruit and water.”
Peter muttered thanks as he plucked an apple from the fruit crate.
“I’d like you to accompany me, Peter, I want you to help me find my daughter.”
“It’d be an honour, Sir.”
“Let’s hoist the sails then, Mr. Parker.”
The sun had risen, the blinding rays blinding your awakening form. You looked at the small clock hung against the wall of the bedchamber and gasped; it was half nine in the morning, you were normally awake by eight.
You looked beside you to find Bucky’s side of the bed empty, the memories of last night’s rendezvous flowing through your head, the dancing the alcohol, the shooting the throwing up, all of it. But there was something missing, you felt, something important.
As you scrambled to get up, a throbbing pain occurred between your eyes.
So this is what it feels like? The effects of the rum from the party had definitely turned your brain into a whirlwind of blood, sending you straight to your knees with a small cry.
You suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the bedchamber, you looked up to see Bucky coming to crouch by your side.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky asked, his warm hands coming to lift you up and plop you down on the bed gently.
“I-I don’t know, Buck. I just need some water…” You looked up at him. His eyes were surrounded by purple again, a dark shadow. Judging by his clothes, he hadn’t even come to bed last night.
“I know that look, doll, what’s wrong?” The tall brunette kneeled in front of you, his hands gently rubbing at your bare thighs.
“You didn’t sleep last night, why, Bucky? You know it makes you feel unwell.”
“Come on, my love, spit it out. Tell me how you’re feeling and what’s on your mind.” You urged, your eyes still squinting because of the harsh rays of sunlight pouring through the small windows. You brought your small hands to run through his dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.
“You’re going to have to take this in… carefully. Well, last night, you were absolutely smashed, no doubt about it,” You groaned at the words, scared that you did anything embarrassing. “you… You were resting your head on my lap as you were drifting off. You asked if you could sing me a lullaby,” You turned beet-red in embarrassment. “What you sang…fuck…” He rested his forehead on your stomach and breathed deeply.
“Oh, someday this chair may be a boat for another pair and you and your baby will sail the sea.” He mumbled the words, the octaves of his voice slightly deeper.
“Within this same rocking chair, and as we rock and hum and sing so you will go sailing too,” You continued.
“And pirate dreams, with sweep and with swing, will take baby and boat and you.” Bucky looked up at you then, meeting your bright eyes. You felt the tears prick at the corners; your father had always sung that to you when you were small, and at times when you couldn’t sleep as a young adult and the realisation hit you. “Y/N… it’s a pirate’s lullaby.”
“I-I gathered that from the…the…” Your chest started heaving as the panic hit you. Was your father a pirate? Was he a wanted man? Was his name even his actual name?
“Darling, shh, shh, it’s going to be okay. Now, I need you to listen to me, please, Y/N?” Bucky gently grabbed your face in his calloused hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the salty tears smearing your cheeks. “We’ll figure this out, but I’m going to have to ask you some questions- that’s if you don’t mind?” You shook your head.
Bucky crawled onto the bed and ushered you to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands pulled at your waist, egging you into coming closer to him, you obliged and shuffled up, your smooth thighs rubbing against the cord-like fabric of his trousers. You felt one of Bucky’s large hands rub up and down soothingly on your back and you relaxed in his touch.
“Now, my love, I’ll probably only have to ask you about three questions.” You hummed in response, tears still slipping from your eyes. “Could you tell me what your father looks like?”
You described him as a man with slightly tan skin, wrinkles upon his face, and when he didn’t wear the grey Governor’s wig, he donned a head full of jet black hair which was usually ties back. He sported a dark grey to almost black beard, always trimmed neatly. As you finished your description, Bucky inhaled shakily.
“Did he ever mention to you about a ship called ‘The Queen Anne’s Revenge?’”
“No, I don’t think he did.” You whispered, playing with the ruffled edge of the collar of his blouse.
“There was once a pirate named Blackbeard. 19 years ago…He disappeared off the face of the earth, no one knew where he went, where he is at this very moment.” You furrowed your brow, trying to string things together in your mind. “Rumours spread amongst pirates that the notorious captain had found love in a woman of good fortune, she was a Lady, born not to royalty but to wealth. He wasn’t attracted to her money, but to her soul.” Bucky took a deep breath and continued his explanation. “His ship was the Queen Anne’s Revenge and when he disappeared, she disappeared with him, maybe she lies at the bottom of the ocean, who knows. But I must ask you this, Y/N. What is your father’s name?”
“Edward. Edward Teach.” You replied.
Bucky felt as if his whole world had jolted to a stop, he felt the colour drain from his face as he heard the name fall from your lips.
Blackbeard, also known as Edward Teach (amongst pirates) was the thing all men feared aside the gallows. Bucky had never met the man, but his father used to tell him stories about the wickedness; how he could use his sword to steer his ship and maim mutineers with a flick of his fingers.
If it wasn’t coincidental, and Blackbeard was your father, everyone surrounding you would be in mortal danger. He wasn’t going to let that happen.
Bucky gently squeezed your hip, “Your father is Blackbeard.”
“Is that… a bad thing?”
“Many people have fallen to his blade, he had no mercy, killed innocent men and women. Some say he was full of dark magic- that his sword was cursed. He attempted to take command of the sea, but failed, that’s when he went missing. Most pirates assumed he had been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker- but they were obviously wrong.” You took a sharp inhale of breath, pulling back to look Bucky dead in the eyes.
“He’ll come for us, he’ll find us. My father didn’t really pay much attention to me after I turned 18- he arranged for me to be married to Commodore Zemo but-”
“Zemo?” Bucky choked, his turquoise eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“Yes, Baron Zemo… A weird man, really, do you know him, Bucky?” You questioned, hands still resting lightly on his neck.
“Not personally, but we’ve had a few spats during my years sailing the sea. He tried to send me to the gallows once, I’m surprised you never heard.” You winced at the thought of Bucky being hanged. He looked at you then, a hand creeping its way to your face, a soft thumb rubbing your jaw.
He pulled you a bit closer as he placed a soft kiss to your nose. You blushed and giggled as he began to pepper kisses all over your face, the tickling feeling making you forget about the life threatening circumstances for just a few fleeting moments.
“I must admit, waking up how I did wasn’t the best way to wake up, neither was the whole ‘your father is blackbeard!’ but, right now, with you? I can get through my day.” You murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Bucky’s lips. Your Bucky.
“I’m sorry you had to wake up like that. Y’know, if I could rewind to the day you boarded my ship I wouldn’t have grabbed you by the neck and scared the shit out of you- if I heard what had been going on I would have been way easier on you than I was at the beginning.” Bucky admitted.
“My sweet, I wouldn’t have it any different. I’m here now, I’m happier than I was back at Port Royal, I wouldn’t trade it for the most rarest gold on this earth.”
“Are you sweet talking me, princess?” You chuckled and then your smile faltered.
“Er, have Peggy and Steve left?”
“No, actually, with all the whole… y’know, they’re accompanying us to Singapore.” He grinned as he saw your face light up. You done a double fist to the air and yelped when Bucky’s slender fingers tickled your soft sides, you were a laughing, fidgeting mess and he looked at you with the amount of admiration a smitten husband gives his wife.
“You are truly beautiful, Y/N, are you sure you’re not a mermaid?” Bucky chuckled.
“I’m not as beautiful as a mermaid, Bucky.”
“True, you’re way more beautiful.” Bucky began to tickle you again, making you fall backwards onto the large with a thump. Bucky laid by your side and held your hand in his whilst you both stared up at the ceiling.
“So… what’s the master plan for today?” You mumbled.
“Well, Peggy and Sam are going to teach you how to shoot properly until you can get the hang of it yourself. Steve, Wanda and I are going to inform the crews what is going to happen, or what could happen, hopefully there won’t be any backlash or mass suicide as soon as they hear the word ‘Blackbeard’”
“The fuck do you mean Y/N’s father is Blackbeard?!” You heard Brock scream. You were on the quarterdeck of the ship with Peggy and Sam, firing a few rounds for practice. You turned back to Sam and he looked at you with a face and he mumbled ‘ignore him, he’s an arrogant piece of shit’
“Men! Listen to me!” Bucky yelled, clearly irritated at the hustling and bustling of worried and angered voices. “This has all happened so suddenly. Y/N didn’t know until I had to confirm it for her. She is just as shaken as we are!”
The rest of what he said was white noise as you tried to focus on shooting. The small blasts in front of you the only thing you could really hear.
Later that night, you had a small moment of despair and anxiety. Your father was Blackbeard. Your father was a murderer, a fugitive.
As you leaned against the railing of Bucky’s ship, you looked up at the stars. As a little girl, your father told you that your mother was up there somewhere, always looking down on you. But now you didn’t know what to believe, first your father not informing you about who and what he was, what if your mother was still alive?
You felt a stray tear slip down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as you heard heavy footsteps approach you.
“No need for tears.” The voice was gruff, and you instantly recognized it from earlier; Brock Rumlow.
“B-Brock, er, what are you doing out here? I thought you’d be sleeping…”
“No time to sleep when Blackbeard has resurfaced.” He snapped, and you suddenly saw him flinch. You felt a cold blade being held against your neck as he pressed his front onto your back, squishing you between his tall body and the hard wood of the ship.
“W-What are you-” You stopped speaking as the blade was pressed harder against your neck.
“Now you listen to me, princess. I don’t care if you’re the Captain’s little slut, I will slice your fucking throat open, let you drain and then dump your body in the ocean for your dear father to find, after me and my friend Alexander have had a little bit of fun with you,” You could feel the pulsing behind your eyes and the burning in your throat as you struggled to keep the pained cries from slipping out. The words coming from his mouth were vile like nothing you heard before, you were disgusted and felt the familiar sensation of vomit rise in your throat. “I’m not risking Blackbeard’s blade again,” Again? So this is a grudge. “and I know for a fact he will find all of us, probably massacre us all just to get his precious little daughter back.”
By then you were shaking like a leaf, you weren’t going to get out of this.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot your fuckin’ nasty piece of shit head off your neck right now.” Sam’s thick accent growled. Thank goodness, you were saved. You were stupid enough to come out here unarmed.
As Brock turned his head, holding you still underneath his bulging arm, he heard a whirring surrounding his ears and red wisps of light swirled around his head and neck.
“You move that blade one inch and I will crush the bones in your neck to dust, then I will gladly watch you suffer.” Wanda. It was two against one, but you were still at a disadvantage; unarmed with the sharp metal still held against the soft skin of your neck, right on top of the hard cartilage. Your life was in this bastard’s hands, literally.
Before you could think, a loud bang came from behind you, the sound of curdling blood strong in your ears and you felt the sticky texture of it and human tissue splatter against your skin. You felt the burly man’s body fall limp, the blade falling from his then clenched fist.
You whipped around on your heel to see Bucky holding a rifle, the face he held was murderous and his eyes looked almost black in the dim light, it was almost as if he didn’t look like himself.
“Sam, fetch me Pierce, please.” Bucky’s voice was deeper than usual, yes, his voice would drop a few octaves when he was angry, but this was a whole other level.
Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.
Dana Whitcomb , on the other hand, I feel no ambivalence about. I loathe her and want her to suffer a slow and painful death. Off-screen so I don’t have to see her face and feel the corresponding rise in my blood pressure.
In all seriousness, I think this scene is when I realized just how dark this show was willing to get. What they’re doing to Ashley, the way they talk about her is just horrific. She really is nothing more than a lab rat to them. Dosages and medication regimens, phase two and ready for trials…Dana said this was a war between humans and abnormals, and these two are the worst kinds of war criminals.
I feel like this is one of her few moments of clarity. When she looks at this young woman she’s experimenting on and realizes she’s destroying her. So she convinces herself that she’s making Ashley into something “better than she is now” to justify it.
ARE YOU THE TYPE WHO LIKES DIVERSE CHARACTERS IN COMICS?
BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE IT
IF YOU DO YOU SHOULD READ MOTHERFUCKING Earth 2
So why should you read Earth 2?
I’M GLAD YOU ASKED
Alright, so the first thing we learn is that in this alternate universe, this evil dude named Darkseid (Might have heard of him. You know, the biggest evil asshole in the DC universe) invades the goddamn Earth with space demons and shit and like half of everyone died.
“But wait!” says you, the convenient representation of the readers, “This is a comic book! Where’s the superheroes?” WOO BOY HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS
Technically,they’re called Wonders in this place. Why? Cause motherfucking Wonder Woman showed up first and she gets to pick the names, dammit. So what does the classic dream team of Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman go and fuck shit up, but these demon assholes keep coming back like the world’s worst fucking boomerang. So what do our fair heroes do?
THEY BLOW SHIT UP, THAT’S WHAT.
Yeah, that’s right, the Super-Trinity blows the fuck up saving the earth and kicking ass, because that’s how you go out.
So this leaves the space demons stranded, the Wonders of the World dead, and their sidekicks- Supergirl/Power Girl, aka Kara Zor-El, and Robin/Huntress aka HELENA FUCKING WAYNE get sent to the main earth and work their way back to kick ass.
So years later when shit starts to get real again, who comes back? The motherfucking Wonders, bitches.
So, these guys are based on the superheroes from the 40s except cooler, right? These motherfuckers are OGs. So who do we have?
EXAMPLE ONE!JAY MOTHERFUCKING GARRICK, also known as THE FLASH, BITCHES
So Jay Garrick is a recent college student who hasn’t got shit to do. Sounds like a lot of us, right? But then he gets fucking super speed from none other than MERCURY, THE ROMAN GOD. Because what the hell is cooler than literal godspeed?
“But Tyler!” you say once more, “didn’t you say there was diversity? This is basically the same as most superheroes!”
WELL LET ME SHOW YOU THE GUYS AND GALS HE HANGS OUT WITH
EXAMPLE TWO, ALAN SCOTT: THE ORIGINAL GREEN LANTERN
So you remember that one movie a few years ago with Hal Jordan that did shit at the box office? Or the Justice League cartoon with John Stewart who was badass? Yeah, those two are cool, but this is ALAN MOTHERFUCKING SCOTT.
So, Scott’s a lot like ‘ole Bruce Wayne. He’s rich and owns a TV station and shit, lives the good life. He’s also fucking adorable with his boyfriend:
LOOK AT THESE TWO ADORABLE LIL SHITS. ALAN’S POWER RING IS EVEN THEIR ENGAGEMENT RING AND ITS GREAT EXCEPT NOT BECAUSE PLOT EVENTS.
So yeah, we’ve got your stereotypical white guy and gay guy, pretty cool. But just you fuckin’ wait, it gets cooler the farther you go.
ON TO KENDRA MUNOZ-SAUNDERS, THE LATINA FUCKING HAWKGIRL
YEP, THAT’ RIGHT. Kendra motherfucking Munoz-Saunders is the Latina Hawkgirl with honest-to-god wings and guns akimbo, bitches. She’s also cool as a fuckin’ cucumber and takes absolutely no shit. Two avatars of nature duking it out? Like she gives a fuck.
That’s not even the half of it. Next we have a personal favorite, KHALID BEN-HASSIN, DOCTOR FATE.
LOOK AT THIS ADORABLE DORK. Khalid Ben-Hassin is an Arabic archaeologist who together with Kendra found the HELM OF KICKASS, OR NABU IF YOU WANT TO BE SERIOUS. Khalid puts that baby on and gets magic powers out the ass, man. Reality? FUCK THAT NOISE.
Not only is Khalid an awesome representation of an Arabic superhero who doubles as my smol son, he’s technically mentally ill: after using the Helm, he has short bouts of insanity, trying to process the SHEER AMAZING OF FATE
MOVING RIGHT ALONG, WE’VE GOT POWERGIRL AND HUNTRESS, KARA ZOR-EL AND HELENA WAYNE, ALSO KNOWN AS THE BADDEST BITCHES AROUND
These two get sent over to regular earth when they and their families fuckin’ wreck Darkseid and his demon shits. So what do they do? They motherfucking get right back, because they’ve got shit to do. Kara isn’t the only supergod around either, because we’ve got…
VAL-ZOD, THE BLACK SUPERMAN
VAL-ZOD IS THE COOLEST MOTHERFUCKER AROUND, WHICH IS HIS HOBBY WHEN HE ISN’T EITHER BEING BETTER THAN KAL-EL OR BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF KAL-EL.
Val was also besties with Kara on Krypton, and they KICK ASS TOGETHER.
AND THAT ISN’T EVEN THE HALF OF IT. We’ve got ROBO-LOIS LANE AS RED FUCKING TORNADO, the black-ops team of the World Army, the SANDMEN lead by the SANDMAN HIMSELF. You’ve got SONIA SATO, WHO WILL KICK YOUR ASS BACKWARDS, MOTHERFUCKING AQUAWOMAN, and resident Commander-in-Badass COMMANDER AMAR KHAN, or THE ONLY SANE SON OF A BITCH IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ARMY.
Hey aahh I just wanted to let you know that I have bpd too and I understand you 100% You can talk or not talk about it But venting can help Especially if someone understands
Ahh, thanks anon ❤️
Y'know, as sad as it might be I’m kinda glad other cluster B’s relate to this. Bc yknow how sometimes in the thick of it or while you’re on a high you doubt you doubt whether you actually have bpd or if your psychiatrist is a lying piece of shit?
Y'all give me that sweet sweet validationTM
TBH the draws are my vents. I put them out there and they take the shit I’m dealing with with them (esp the joke ones. Coping mech 1: isolation- Coping mech 2: making fun of myself)
But I really appreciate you guys reaching out to me and leaving me these asks and nice comments on my stuff. As shallow as it sounds it does help to know that ppl out there care that I’m still breathing and achieving the minimal requirements of what is considered “functioning.”
y’all why are jasper and murphy so mistreated in so many fics like,, they’re flawed as heck but we don’t need to reduce them to Whiny™
and Evil™ respectively.
like. jasper is a little childish at times especially early on but he is loyal as heck to his friends and and cheers them up NOT by being the dumb annoying friend but by being a good person full of so much love. and even as canon jasper grows darker there’s a depth and care to him that is SO ERASED in a lot of the fics i read, and he just becomes this obnoxious side character to the point where you can’t figure out why the rest of the characters are supposed to be friends with him or a villain.
and speaking of villain! why is murphy always the creep that someone has a bad past with or who’s currently in the fic just to harass clarke or stand in the corner being creepy?? let’s just erase three seasons of character development of a terribly twisted boy who’s been broken and done awful, unspeakable things but still finds himself falling in love and putting himself in danger to save his friends–who might not even call him a friend–and doing all he can to survive but also to help others survive and!!!!! just give me awkward friend murphy who’s self serving but loyal when it comes down to it and loves rarely but completely, not just a non-friend tossed into the fic for some reason that is unclear
even with fics where i don’t totally agree with the characterization i never see t100 characters done well so rarely as jasper and murphy which sucks because they’re so fascinating and i love them so much DESPITE their shitty sides, not when those shitty sides are erased or all that is shown
Hey, do me a favor? Please don’t tell people what they should or shouldn’t blog about. I know it’s a tough time right now (when isn’t it) but telling people not to point stuff out that they find interesting is not your call.
We may very well arrive at different conclusions for what we’re seeing and that’s totally okay. Listen, I get that hearing certain conclusions people are drawing can be upsetting but rather than asking people to censor themselves, why don’t you tell us your POV instead? That’s the beauty of discourse! You may even change someone’s mind about a certain situation. I for one love to consider any and all possibilities and would love to hear your take on it.
We’re all doing the best we can in a shit situation with hardly any real information, guys. Don’t let it get the best of you.
After 1 year or maybe 2 years of procrastination, the 20386 FOLLOWER SPECIAL IS FINALLY DONE!! I don’t how I made it this far without a single follower special done but DAMN U GUYS ARE AMAZING! Made a bunch of friends and even besties in my time here and noticed by a bunch of senpais how did u guys notice me GIVE URSELVES A BDAY CAKE OR SMTH IDK.
It’s been a great 2 or 3 years here and I hope it’ll be just as if not more amazing in the following years to come until I let Acorn D I E. So without further ado here are some followers who entered the raffle, some who have showed their continuous support to the blog, new found friendships and cool blogs that have motivated me!
bismarck was obviously in love with marianne. he calls out to her as he dies, and he admired the fact that she was the only one (before suzaku) that he had to use his geass against. and what kind of sword does bismarck use? a ridiculous, giant, flamboyant sword.
now what sword does suzaku switch to when he finally teams up with lelouch and has to kill him? a ridiculous, giant, flamboyant sword.
coincidence? i think not. you want to show your love and loyalty for a vi britannia? YOU GOTTA GET YOURSELF A GIANT GEM ENCRUSTED SWORD.