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How to Tell if Somebody is fandom!old

- They use terms like lemons, smut, or UST to talk about the genre of their fic.

- They have squicks.

- They want you to have squicks. Which isn’t to say that they want to squick you, just that it’s a useful term.

- *glomps*

- They leave long comments on everything the read. Possibly not in the tags. They might do something super bizarre like send a message or put their thoughts on the end of your post.

- They write disclaimers on everything. Or on literally anything, since nobody does that anymore.

- They write about orbs, and those orbs are cerulean.

- Or literally anything else is cerulean. Cerulean is an outdated term. I’m calling it.

- The tongues of their characters are still battling for dominance, even though it’s 2017, and really a winner should have been declared by now.

- They have a fear of Mary Sue.

- Characters in their modern AU are chatting on AIM instant messenger, and calling each other on landlines. There are references to Ceiling Cat, because the characters are hip to meme culture. This AU is ~modern~ after all.

- Their fic is interlaced with slightly relevant song lyrics (disclaimer, they didn’t write the song.)

- They don’t do any of above, because they are New Fandom Savy, but they write or reblog nostalgic posts about these things.

- They had a livejournal.

- They still have a livejournal.

- They ended up on tumblr only after getting into a new fandom, searching livejournal for content and fellow fans, and suddenly coming to the startling realization that livejournal has become a barren wasteland of tumbleweeds and chirping crickets.

- They miss their geocities site.

- They wrote fic for the X-Files while the original nine seasons were still airing.

- Bonus, they wrote fic for the original Star Trek and published it in a zine, before the Internet was a thing. That’s like super mega fandom old.

- They might be less inclined to call themselves “trash”, but they are totally out there, reading all the things.

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There Are Now 2 LGBT Characters On Disney

In case you missed it, last friday, June 23rd, was a huge night for LGBT representation. Two shows currently airing on Disney Channel, one in the UK and one in the US, featured scenes with characters revealed as LGBT. Josh played by Joshua Sinclair-Evans on The Lodge and Cyrus Goodman played by Joshua Rush on Andi Mack.  Spoilers for the shows and my thoughts below.

On The Lodge Josh is talking to a friend and when the conversation turns to girls, well one girl in particular, Josh casually states that she’s not his type and then clarifies later that he’s not interested in any girls because “girls aren’t really my type.”  It was refreshing to see him come out in such a casual way.  I must admit I’ve never seen The Lodge before so I don’t know too much about his character or the show but I’m certainly going to be checking it out.

On Andi Mack we’ve seen Cyrus interacting with his friend Jonah for a whole season and it seemed obvious that he’s had a crush on him. We also knew from an article in the New York Times that there would be a story line involving a boy coming to terms with his sexuality. Unlike The Lodge, Cyrus hasn’t said out loud who he is interested in yet but with a very simple action our suspicions were confirmed.  In the finale, while Jonah was talking with Amber about Andi she said “if she turns to look back at you it means that she likes you and not just as a friend.” Jonah leaves before he sees that Andi looks back and then a few seconds later so does Cyrus. Cyrus likes Jonah!  (There’s even a video of the cast watching this scene together and cheering ecstatically when Cyrus looks back.)  This was a very intentional moment and I appreciate how they executed this scene.  Andi looks back and that clearly implies that she likes Jonah it makes sense she’s the lead of the show, she’s said many times that she likes him, the viewer easily accepts that she looked back because she likes him.  Then we see Cyrus do the exact same thing are we supposed to come to a different conclusion because he’s a boy and looked back.  Absolutely not. The show has already been renewed so this story line will continue and develop next season.

I’m really happy to see Disney taking these steps to bring representation to their network. Everyone who watches Disney needs role models and characters they can relate to and that’s been lacking for a long time!  If you aren’t watching already I’d recommend you check them out and spread the word so these shows can stay on the air!

Why haven’t we talked more about Kevin Price’s anxiety?

Like, in every iteration of the musical…that seems to remains constant no matter who plays him?? He seems to holds himself so tensely, makes a considerable amount to always try and be perfectly presentable, and has a lot of nervous niches such as: fixing his hair, clutching his pant legs when sitting, plastering on fake smiles, hunching in on himself, murmuring assurances to himself and having a fear/discomfort of physical contact. 

Someone help this boy??? I wish I could see this more prevalent in fics and stuff.

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sooo thanks to reading heartstrings by @taylordraws i was up til 3am doodling this garbage. god help my lost soul.

also i’d been talking to @littleblackchat all day about it and she was designing up what she imagined Mari’s dress from chapter 3 looked like, and I doodled this version based on her descriptions and early doodles of it xD so it’s a little different from the one she posted. Also I pointed out that the keyhole in the dress was perfect for Adrien in that scene, since he put his hand there and gyid7573943778hsjdfj IMAGINE IT GUYS imagine it

Fanfic Ask Meme
  • A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
  • B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
  • C: What character do you identify with most?
  • D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
  • E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
  • F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?
  • G: Care to share a favorite crack fic?
  • H: How would you describe your style?
  • I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
  • J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].
  • K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?
  • L: What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with?
  • M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?
  • N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
  • O: How do you begin a story--with the plot, or the characters?
  • P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
  • Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?
  • R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
  • S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?
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  • U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven't tried yet.
  • V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?
  • W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
  • X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
  • Y: A character you want to protect.
  • Z: Major character death--do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can't tolerate?

Soulmate AU where you can only see in black and white until you touch your soulmate.

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6

Part 5B (KillerWave version)
Part 5C (KillerStorm version)

It was like any other run as the Flash–run, catch the bad guys, save the day–that is until Barry caught up to Leonard Snart. As soon as he grabbed the man, he felt it, even through the glove of the suit. A jolt of energy starting at his finger tips, trailing up his arm, and going straight to his brain, his heart, everywhere. Then, the world exploded in color. There were more shades than Barry could have imagined, and he couldn’t even guess their names. It was enough to make his stumble, lose his footing, forget where he was for a moment. His soulmate. He’d met his soulmate. His soulmate was…

…a criminal.

…a thief.

His soulmate was…leaving.

He’d been distracted too long. Long enough for the criminals to get on their bikes and ride off. Long enough for them to get away.

lightshesaid  asked:

omg so much microfic. How about some Shiro & Ulaz & a panic attack?

how about it? ;)

“Shiro. Shiro!”

Shiro comes back to himself with a panicked start, lungs burning as he struggles for air. His heart’s pounding, fit to burst right out of his chest. His eyes skitter frantically over a blurred nothing. Where - where - ?!

“Shiro,” the voice repeats, insistent but calm. Something squeezes his hand. “Shiro, you must breathe. Can you do that? Inhale.”

Shiro sucks in a ragged gasp of air, lungs heaving, trying.

“Good,” the voice says, fierce but hushed. “Let it out. Again.”

Shiro obeys. Inch by inch he breathes; inch by inch the voice talks him down. Inch by inch his heart stops pounding. Gradually his surroundings clarify into dull sense. He’s sitting on the dirt floor, back pressed hard against two walls. He’s curled up into the corner. He can’t move his hands -

No. His right arm rests palm-up by his side, heavy and limp. Only his left hand is being held. Long fingers grip his, and the slight tip of claws brush against his wrist.

Someone crouches in front of him, their face furrowed in deep concern.

“Ulaz,” Shiro gasps.

“That is correct,” Ulaz says, quietly. His yellow eyes betray no alarm, merely worry. “Are you with me?”

Shiro’s left hand is caught up in Ulaz’s own, the Galra’s grip firm but not restrictive. Shiro’s knees are tucked tightly into his chest; Ulaz is crouched before him, immobile and steady. Even squatting down, Ulaz is so much larger than Shiro is. His knees press right above Shiro’s own, and his larger form neatly blocks Shiro’s view of the cell door. The edges of the door’s active energy field shimmer brightly around Ulaz’s form, a purple halo Shiro will see in his dreams for a week -

“No.” A hand grips his chin. Shiro flinches, bucking, but Ulaz’s claws are gentle. “Look at me. Do not look at the door.”

“H-how are you here?” Shiro manages. His tongue’s dry, lips cracked.

“I came after you,” Ulaz says, as matter-of-fact as if he were merely discussing the weather.

Came after you. But the cell door is active, and locked. That means -

Shiro fights against Ulaz’s grip, weak and shaking. Ulaz releases Shiro’s chin, but remains crouched before him, still blocking Shiro’s view of the active door. Even so - “You s-shouldn’t be here! What have you done?!”

“Do not worry about me,” Ulaz says, sharp. There’s no sign of injury on his face or hands. Ulaz is unharmed except that he’s imprisoned here, too, trapped just like Shiro. “This was my choice. Shiro, listen to me. The rest of your team is coming, but your Paladins will not get here in time. Your captors are coming for you first, unless we can stop them.”

The brief hope winging through Shiro’s chest sputters, caught. He thinks about crying: not in front of Ulaz. He thinks about running: the door is locked. He thinks about fighting -

“My arm,” Shiro whispers. His right arm is a deadweight at his side, metal fingers limp and lifeless. He cannot move them. “They - they did something-”

“I know,” Ulaz says. His calm voice is a rock, steady despite the undercurrent of urgency running through his words. “I can fix it, but it will hurt. However, if I re-activate your arm, we can use it to get out of this cell and find somewhere to bide time until your team arrives. Your captors will not hurt you.”

It will hurt.

Your captors are coming for you first.

Not even a choice. Shiro laughs, the shakiest of exhales. “Do it.”

Pride flits into Ulaz’s eyes, chased by a clear measure of confusion. Maybe laughing about their impending demise and torture through one way or another isn’t the reaction Ulaz expected. Oh, well. Ulaz should’ve thought of that before he ended up in this cell with Shiro.

“Do you understand me?” Ulaz repeats. “It will hurt. The hard reset was not designed to be easy on the host.”

“I heard you,” Shiro confirms. It takes all his energy but he pulls his head away from the wall, staring back at Ulaz with determination. “Do it. Pidge and Hunk can fix it later.”

Ulaz’s gaze softens inexplicably.

“I will assist them,” he promises. His hand hovers over Shiro’s immobile arm - and then, for the first time since Shiro came to, Ulaz hesitates. “You are sure?”

It will hurt.

Your Paladins will not get here in time.

“No other way, right?” Shiro says, hoarse. “My hand can open the door. Do it.”

“Then take a deep breath,” Ulaz says, and gently - carefully - he takes the elbow of Shiro’s Galra arm into his hands.

How sane people get into fandoms: hmm, I like this show/book/whatever. I might suggest it to my friends

How I get into fandoms: I watched/read this entire thing in one day and I have an emotional connection to every single character. If anything happens to any of them I will kill someone. Everybody watch/read this NOW

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Sometimes you just gotta drop everything and draw the ot3. You just gotta.

i’m actually in shock that a fandom that claims to be so fucking feminist would not only praise a song that references sex with underage girls and the consequences (and could also be referencing paying for sex) but actively campaign for it to become a single. it’s a level of fuckery i never thought i’d encounter.

thing that are ok: liking youtubers but understanding that they are real people with flaws that should be respected but not taken at face value

things that aren’t ok: worshiping youtubers aggressively insisting they’re perfect and anyone who doesn’t thing so is Wrong and shipping them to the point of sending them porn and harassing their significant others

things that also aren’t ok: dissing people who enjoy the youtube fandom hating on people who like accounts you might find a bit cringy and finding ten year old discourse to bring up against youtubers that are actually good people