there i contributed to the fandom can i go back to bed now

Why Reviews Matter

This is an issue I’ve been wanting to discuss for a while, but with Gruvia week fast approaching, I thought now would be a good time to finally broach this subject. Mind you, this is hardly a new, or unaddressed issue. This has been brought up on Tumblr many a time, and in many a fandom. But I wanted to address it again, because it is so important.

*Also, because I know many people don’t like to read long blocks of text, I have included random pics of Gruvia with even more random comments to keep people entertained. Enjoy!*

Since my time in the Gruvia fandom, I have always made it a point to participate in Gruvia Week, and likewise, I have always regretted it.

Why? Because the amount of effort/time put into writing fics for Gruvia Week was never worth the amount of feedback/acknowledgement I received in return for my efforts. I don’t like begging for reviews. In fact, when I first entered the FT fandom, and started writing Gruvia fics, I would NEVER ask for reviews. I figured, if people wanted to review, they would. But over the past couple of years, I started asking for them. You know why? Because the amount of written feedback compared to the amount of notes/favs(if we’re talking about fan fiction DOT net) I received on fics was wildly imbalanced.

Was it just me, or was the anime filler unison raid more magically impressive than the official one?

And have I gotten more reviews since I started requesting them. Not at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Part of that is the FT fandom has shrunk, but another part of it is the *type* of stories I usually put out. I like writing one-shots. I find it more enjoyable to just get a completed story out there all at once. I don’t really have the patience or dedication anymore to keep up a multi-chapter fic. But multi-chapters DO often get more reviews. Why? Because those reading want to encourage the writer to continue the story. And that’s great. That’s how it should be. BUT, that’s how it should be for completed fics, too. And yet, it’s not.

Because I am giving my readers an already completed story, there is no incentive to review. Which from a writer’s perspective, is so discouraging. For a writer, putting out an ending to a story (and mind you, many of my one-shots are 6,000-10,000 words long, so definitely not SHORT) is when they need feedback the most. They want to know whether it was liked or not. That’s the most important time to review. But so many people don’t, because what’s in it for them? They already received everything you were giving out.

Do you see how horrible that is, though? Someone took the time (some fiction takes hours, days and even weeks and months) to write and share a whole story for free, and the least a reader can do, “the review,” is not worth most people’s time. But if that’s the case, then why should I, the writer, waste my time putting out a story in the first place? Liking or faving a story isn’t enough. We want to know what you liked (or even didn’t like) about it. That’s how we improve. We thrive on feedback.

I imagine they might say these kinds of things in bed together, too.

So, yes, as far as one-shots go, why should you leave a review? The story is complete. You don’t need to ask for another chapter to see how it ends. I’ll tell you why. Because while you received a story this time, there’s no guarantee there will be another one in the future. And I know I’m not the only writer or artist who feels like this.

And yes, writing should not be all about the reviews. You should absolute write for yourself above and beyond anything else. And I DO. However, the story is already in my head. I’m already enjoying it. I don’t really need to write it down. I do that more for others rather than myself. And yet the lack of appreciation for this kills my motivation to write anything else.

And all writers KNOW people are reading but not reviewing. The amount of traffic, favs or notes my stories receive in comparison to the amount of reviews are not even close to matching up. If you enjoyed a story enough to fav, follow, like or reblog, then please think about also leaving a comment. No one is asking you to match their story with a novel of your own in a review, but sometimes even a few short words are so appreciated by writers and artists.

Boobs.

If you don’t acknowledge your artists and writers, your fandom dries up. People leave or move on. People stop making gifs, writing, drawing, etc.. If your fandom dries up, then content for the things you love also dries up. Is that really ok? Not only that, but imagine writers and artists who are new to fandom, and new to art and writing in general. Imagine how hard it is for them? You could make the difference between someone giving up and never reaching their full potential, or your review inspiring them to improve to the point that they one day become a famous author or artist. Never think your review doesn’t matter. IT DOES.

Now, back to the topic of Gruvia Week itself. I think the lack of feedback during Gruvia Week especially is a combination of things. Firstly, there’s a lot of content (which is very good! That’s what everyone wants for Gruvia Week, but…). That also means a lot of competition. Things move faster in the tags than normal, things get pushed down, and the sensory overload kicks in, so fics and/or art that would usually receive tons of notes or more feedback on a normal day, just don’t receive as much appreciation during Gruvia Week.

Secondly, there’s the “one-shot” effect I already explained above. People know that no matter what, most users who are participating in Gruvia Week are likely going to post all the content they already prepared. So, you’re going to get “the product” regardless of what you as a reader or spectator do. So, there’s no incentive to encourage the artist or writer, as you will receive that content regardless.

Did Juvia give Gray that butterfly t-shirt? And what did Gray want to tell Juvia before he got made into swiss cheese by the dragon spawns? The mysteries of the GMG forever unsolved.

Now, I’m not saying Gruvia Week is bad for all artists or writers. I actually think for artists and writers just starting out, it’s a GREAT thing. Being reblogged by the Gruvia Week tumblr, which surely has a massive following, helps your art/writing reach more people than it usually would.  

So, I’m not trying to discourage people to participate at all. On the contrary, I’m trying to ENCOURAGE people who read fics or like seeing art/graphics/etc, to ALSO participate. If you can’t draw, or can’t write, but you enjoy it when other people do, LET THEM KNOW. No one wants a dead pairing week, and not providing feedback is the fastest way to kill future ship weeks.

The reason I kept participating every year, for the last three years, was because I hoped things would be better this time. They never were. If anything, if got worse year after year. I’m not saying everything I write is a masterpiece, and I should be showered with a constant stream of praise. But as I explained at the start, the amount of notes and favs do not add up with the amount of actual reviews/feedback received.

This is the most manga time conscious Gray and Juvia have had together in the last six months *cries*

I know some people can be shy. I know some people just like to lurk. But please think of the person creating the content that you just enjoyed. Yes, they drew art this week, or wrote a fic this year, so you already received your reward. But what is the artist’s reward? What are they getting out of it, and what is their incentive to write another story, draw more art, make another graphic, or video? You are not giving them a reason to. And that is exactly why so many people quit drawing, writing, or contributing to fandom all together. So, please don’t let that happen. Please make this Gruvia Week different.

Gray: We are so attractive. 

Juvia: We really are, Gray-sama. I hope people read this whole thing and didn’t just look at our gorgeous faces. 

Gray: I can’t blame them if they did just that. We are fabulous. 

Stronghold- Loki x Reader(f) x Steve    Chapter 14

Authors Notes: THIS IS IT!! This is the end. I may do an epilogue if you guys want one but really this concludes the story. I hope you guys liked it as much as i did writing it! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your likes, reblogs, comments, and reviews. It means the world to me!!

An extra special shout out to @hymnofthevalkyries for being so patient with me as my Beta on this series. If any of you aren’t following her I recommend you remedy that quick!! Thank you so, so, so, so much Momma V. I don’t know what I would have done with out you!!

Notes/ Warnings: Anxiety, fear, self depreciation, and a crap ton of fluff thrown in between! 

Originally posted by yikesevans

Steve paced outside (Y/N)’s room with Wanda and Bucky standing by.

 “Tell me you can fix this.” Steve muttered to Wanda without looking at her. His nerves were wired. He couldn’t sit still and his heart was slamming in his chest. He wanted to go to Asgard and rip Loki’s heart from his chest, surely then this would be over.

 “I have an idea but I’m not sure she’s going to like it.” Wanda confessed. She looked down at her shoes, feeling as if she was never going to be truly helpful to this team. Bucky, who was standing close to her against the wall, reached over and weaved his metal fingers into her delicate ones. She didn’t react, knowing that neither of them would want Steve’s attention drawn to it, but she was thankful for his silent gesture of comfort.

 “I don’t care.” Steve grabbed the door handle and looked back at them. They quickly let go of each other and straightened under his gaze. “Tell her and convince her to do it. She can’t live like this.”

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The Diamonds and Sympathy

So starting off this blog with an opinion of mine that I’ve held inside for a really long time, I’m going to dive into one of the most prevalent problem that the SU Critical side of tumblr likes to nitpick and poke at until its become a dead horse; the fact that in “That Will Be All”, Yellow Diamond and Blue Diamond are portrayed as being sympathetic, grieving and all out having emotions like a normal human being and being painted as someone the audience should cry over and relate to.

This is going to be put under a Read More because this got really super lengthy and more in-depth than I meant it to.

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No Filter

also on AO3

I had this idea that Marinette just speaks all her thought when she’s super tired and this came out of that.  I have no idea what I’m doing feedback would be appreciated. This is my first contribution to the fandom


“I can’t work anymore,” Nino whined, “I’m tired.”

“We’re almost done, Nino,” Adrien said not looking away from the screen where he was doing his research.  Miss Bustier assigned Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Marinette a group project, so they all went to Marinette’s house to work on it.

“But it’s after midnight!” Nino sprawled out on the floor dramatically.

Adrien’s eyes widened, “It is?” He scrambled to find his phone, “Nathalie is going to kill me.”  

“Relax, Adrien,” Alya said, “Marinette’s parents let her have boy-girl sleepovers all the time!”  Well, not all the time.  It was only before she met Alya that her parents let her have the whole class over for sleepovers, since she didn’t really have a best friend then.

Marinette squeaked.

“They do?!” Adrien looked baffled, “I’ve never had a sleepover before.”

His three friends gasped, “You haven’t!?”

“Alya, a word,” Marinette pulled her best friend with her in the bathroom.


“Alya, what are you doing?” Marinette whispered as soon as the door closed behind them.

“I’m just trying to help, girl, so you can finally spend time with Adrien,” Alya smirked.

Marinette bit her lip, “But you know what happens when I stay up super late…”

“You become Miss Truth-teller.  I know.  That’s how I’ve learned so much about you,” She laughed.  It’s a miracle Alya never spoken about Ladybug at their sleepovers or her identity would be revealed.  She always made sure to steer her away from that topic of conversation.

“And what if I accidentally tell Adrien that I have a crush on him?” Marinette’s just kept getting higher in register as she got more and more hysterical.

“Girl, relax,” Alya put a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.  You won’t tell if that topic doesn’t come up.”

“But what if it does?”

“Then, I’ll be sure to put a hand over your mouth.”

Marinette considered it.  It would be nice to spend some time with Adrien.  She’s actually been able to talk to him without stuttering recently and would love to get to know him better.  However, she wasn’t sure it was worth the potential embarrassment.  She truly did have no filter when she got super tired.  That’s how she first told Alya about her crush on Adrien, and the thought of the same thing happening with Adrien himself made her want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“I don’t know, Alya…”

“He’s never had a sleepover before. Don’t you wanna be part of his first ever sleepover experience?”  She said.

“Damnit!”  

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Colour [-Admin Kuro]

Description: Sleepy ash had always known a black and white world, he was immortal, there was no way there was someone really out there for him. That’s what he had thought, until his name became Kuro, and his whole world was lit with colour. Kuro could never say anything, his eve was his soulmate, he never would have guessed it…. Or maybe if he took a closer look at Mahiru’s sunshine like smile or the way he says Kuro’s name he might have known. KuroMahi Soulmate!AU

Word count: 1387

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: KuroMahi/MahiKuro

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anonymous asked:

Parse/Dex. (The strangest ship but i cant stop) "is that my shirt?". If you're still looking for prompts, and don't mind this odd ship ?

i actually really really enjoyed writing this, so thank you!! I’ve only read a little bit of paradex, (everything i read was a+ stuff), but I’m not 100% sure on how to write them as a couple, so i hope it’s okay! i sort of dig them, as a pairing!! i might prefer patater in the long run, but paradex is very tempting. it got nsfw (nothing explicit, mostly implication and kent being a cocky little shit) towards the end, so be aware of that!! rarepairs are the BACKBONE of fandom, and i am so happy to contribute this to the little group of paradex shippers i’m sure are out there, somewhere. enjoy!! prompt me!

“So we’re playing Yale next week, and everyone’s on edge about it after last year-”

It’s a game-less Saturday night, which means while the rest of the guys are probably setting the Haus afire in a vodka-fuelled blaze, Dex is skyping Kent.

They’ve been dating almost seven months (it’s not like Dex is counting or anything, no way, that would be weird), ever since Kent decided to make the trip up to Samwell for Lardo’s graduation last June. They’d exchanged numbers when she’d beat him at beer pong during his kegster visit the previous year, and had become fast friends through some strange combination of tweets and texts that no one, Dex included, fully understood. 

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Suicide Squad Coffee Shop Au

So i hadnt seen that many AUs so i figured why not, lets throw something random out there, this is not serious, its all crack because i need it right now, so totally ooc guys, also really long for some reason

  • Amanda owns the run down cafe
  • Rick is the manager
  • No one believes that Rick has a gf until June shows up
  • Katana is hired to help Rick because he needs someone sane and he doesnt want her to be alone
  • Waylon bakes all the bread and its delicious and everyone is always eating it so Waylon is always baking more bread
  • Harley flirts with everyone and on purpose misspells names and Harley put that knife away he didnt mean anything by it
  • Slipknot is always getting the most numbers from customers but Chato always there to take them away giving Slipknot a look
  • Chato handles Spanish speakers and any rude customers he just steps up and stares at them until they leave 
  • Or if they push him he’ll launch himself at them cause you come to my cafe ese? Disrespect mi familia? And Harley and Boomer hoot and holler while Floyd and Rick come in to get Chato off
  • But if Chato ends up getting hurt you bet that person will not survive
  • Floyd makes bomb coffee in record time
  • He also brings zoe to the cafe and everyone adopts her much to his dismay like I swear to god Boomerang watch your mouth and Katana smacks Boomer on behalf of Floyd
  • Boomerang always writes the crazy specials and he tries to be up front but everyone forces him to the back, assholes
  • Also pretty sure they all end up living upstairs above the cafe
  • June and Harley go to the same hospital to see their psychiatrist and they bring Katana along to bond and because they are not allowed around without a babysitter because people die if they are alone
  • The music in their cafe is always changing, from norteñas to classical to rock to rap to country but no metal Slipknot come on
  • Waylon is the best cook out of all of them but they make sure to know the exact ingredients in everything cause there better be no human meat in this meat pie Waylon!
  • Harley and Waylon go shopping and drag Chato with them, they have the best fashion sense and harley is about to bash a lady’s head in when she asks Waylon and Chato if they want makeup to cover up the tattoos/scars because these are Harley’s guys and they are sexy as fuck 
  • GQ shows up at random times for like part time work when needed and instead of working is always playing poker with Slipknot and Boomerang
  • Rick doesnt know why he bothers with any of them and he bemoans his life but Harley only laughs and gives him a big wet kiss before cackling 
  • June is always cold and tends to wear Chato’s jacket at all times and she really likes working on pastries and decorating them
  • Shit gets real when past lives comes to bite them in the ass
  • Like members of Chatos gangs and Waylon’s mafia crew
  • And when Joker is rumored to be about
  • Floyd is such a dad and doesnt hAve to look up to go “give them the change dollface” “untie Boomerang already Slipknot” “get your hand from the brownies Chato” “rick and GQ you better have finished inventory” “zoe i know you are not playing with Katana’s sword and Katana, you know better" 
  •  They have a sign that says 0 days since last customer sent to emergency in big letters
  • Rick has his own sign where he tallies how many of those emergencies led to deaths and how much he owes Waller for covering that shit up 
  • but its not too bad because the people that die are jerks and criminals themselves which is why Amanda put them all in that cafe in that first place, lbr
  •  They all get matching tattoos yes even Floyd, they tie him down and force it on him but he ends up liking it and sometimes when he by himself he’ll rest his hand on it, but he continues to pretend he hates it 
  • "Dad, your boyfriends are arm wrestling again” “Dad your girlfriends are about to kill a customer” “dad, can your boyfriends and girlfriends come to career day?” And Floyd just sighs 
  • Boomer drapes his jacket on people at night as they all stumble into their makeshift beds in the apartment they all somehow share 
  • He also is always taking Chatos lighter even though Chato is always like i’m cool homie but like Boomer knows about the buildings he burnt down
  • also no one talks about Chato’s family and what happened 
  • They also have no idea what Boomer says sometimes like what but Harley just laughs and pats him on the cheek 
  • GQ and Slipknot are the only one there not part of the polyamory thing the cafe has going on and GQtotally makes fun of Rick because lets be honest he’s whipped by everyone 
  • But they all take care of him so its ok 
  • Rick going golfing though imagine him being in a tournament and the squad going to see him 
Why I #standforthe100

I’ve avoided wading into the ‘war’ that has been raging within The 100 fandom for the last few months. I’ve avoided it because, frankly, I sink into fandom for enjoyment - not for a fight. I’ve avoided it because, honestly, I’ve always known that getting involved would invite anonymous messages suggesting that I kill myself. Really, I’d rather those messages come to me than to others - because I know I have the capacity to roll my eyes and ignore them. But that doesn’t mean that I want them.


So, I’ve not waded in. I’ve supported the show that I love by continuing to enjoy it, by continuing to write meta and reviews, by continuing to love the characters and the relationships that I have loved since S1. The 100 is absolutely my favourite tv show of the moment, and one of my favourites of all time. It is made up of the most diverse case that I have ever seen within a Sci Fi/Fantasy show (I have not, of course, watched every show in existence). For that alone, it is incredibly important to me. It has also gotten better and better as time has gone on. There have been missteps, of course, but overall it is one of my very favourite things.


So why am I wading in now?


It seems apt that as the 'antis’ mount their (hopefully, but probably not) last big attack on the show, that I should really contribute to the counter trend - #standwiththe100. Because while I do not believe for one second that these people have the power to get the show cancelled, I do believe that they are spreading falsities about the show, and that is enough to anger me. I also believe that some people have been sucked into all the hate due to a sense of comradeship and loyalty, and do still have good intentions. To those Clexa shippers, those that are reasonable, I really hope you read this to end and can at least appreciate my perspective.


In my opinion more people should watch The 100 for so many reasons, and they should at least be able to make a judgement of the show for themselves - without being made to feel like they are committing some sort of crime by a very vocal set of ‘fans’.


I love and adore a lot about The 100. I clapped like a seal in delight when Clarke was revealed to be bisexual. Just as I fist pumped the reveal that Lexa was the Commander. I will forever fangirl over how the love triangle in S1 was handled…namely, both Clarke and Raven ditched Finn and became great friends instead. I will flail forever over how Bellamy destroys the alpha male trope. Similarly, I applaud how Lincoln was introduced as a menacing figure only to quickly be revealed to be one of the most peaceful characters on the whole show. More recently, I was delighted to see that Christopher Larkin’s wish to not be desexualised - as Asian men in media often are - was fulfilled.
I could go on and on and on about ways in which The 100 is fantastic representation. I could also go on and on and on about how transparent it is that nobody is fighting so viciously for any other show to be cancelled, even though most have committed equal to or worse crimes than The 100, but I’ll save that particular rant for now. Hopefully anybody with a brain can see the truth of that without me having to draw it out.


No, I’ll focus my attention on how grateful I am for Raven Reyes, and the bullet she took to the leg. Yes, yes. I know #RavenReyesDeservesBetter but do you know what? A lot of people in the world deserve better. Life is that you don’t always get what you deserve.


Countless people in the world are impacted by chronic pain or illness, by disability. I myself have had a chronic illness since I was 18 months old, and I am sometimes disabled by it and always in pain because of it. I’ve seen people like myself represented a few times before, but most tend to go as follows:

1. Person is magically cured, and goes on to have a happy life.

2. The story about the person specifically resolves around their illness/affliction. It is, perhaps, a realistic portrayal, but it is not the sort of story that one would watch for entertainment. (We are pretty much NEVER repped in sci fi/fantasy/adventure…because how can a disable person be part of an adventure?)


Raven Reyes is RAVEN FREAKING REYES. She is a badass, ballsy Latina that is one of the most popular characters on a SCI FI/FANTASY show….AND SHE IS DISABLED.


It is everything to me. I am so so grateful to S3 of The 100 for showing Raven deal with the REALITY of having an affliction that will be with her for the rest of her life. Because that is what I faced. I cried when Abby told her 'she could still be useful’ at the start of the season, and Raven stormed away - because that is my whole life. I sobbed buckets when she finally gave in and took the chip, because she just needed that moment of weakness - because I have moments of weakness all the time, when I’m alone and there is nobody there to see me be weak.


And then? I continued to cry, but I also screamed and cheered, and rolled about on my bed when RAVEN CHOSE HER PAIN. I punched the air when Raven’s friends saved her, and she had her pain back. I sobbed buckets all over again when, at the end of 3x12, Raven acknowledged that her leg would slow her down BUT IT DIDN’T MATTER BECAUSE HER BRAIN IS WHERE IT’S AT AND SHE CAN STILL BE USEFULLLL.


And I absolutely cannot wait for her to be a hero in the finale, and then on into S4. Disabled people don’t get to see themselves be heroes, because how can a person without a fully functioning body be heroic? Well, Raven Reyes says fuck that noise.


So now, I am - for the first time - going to directly address the people that are behind the 'boycott’ of The 100. Only a select portion of you though - those that genuinely think what you are doing is right. 

(Those of you that spread lies, that only adopted #minoritiesdeservebetter when Lexa died and had previously been calling Jason ‘Daddy’, those of you that trvialise abuse, those of you that are racist, those of you that are biphobic, those of you that abuse and harrass the cast if they do not ascribe to your way of thinking. those of you that seem to think that oppression is the best way to fight oppression?.You can all send me your hate so that I can laugh and block you, because you’re ridiculous and disgusting and I won’t be bullied by you. Because let’s not forget, and let’s also not tiptoe around the fact, that a portion of the people that are so virulently determined to destroy The 100 -despite the fact that pretty much all of their claims have been disproven (all bi girls end up with men? False) are only doing so because of the ship war.

Yes, I said it. They are so angry that they lost Clexa, that they are determined to eliminate any chance of Bellarke happening.)


But, of course, not all of the people behind the boycott are of that ilk. And so I am faced with the fact that people genuinely believe that getting rid of the show all together is the best course of action. I struggle with this, obviously, but I have to accept it.


In which case, I want to ask…why?


Why is it okay to take away the representation that means so much to me, when you clearly know how much it hurts?


Why is it okay to bulldoze the countless others that are telling you the same thing?


Most of all…why are you approaching the issue with hatred and anger?


I understand that having a diverse case does not automatically mean that a show is good representation…but it’s a good step in the right direction. Take 3x08 for example…there was only ONE straight, white male character in that episode (excluding background characters bc I didn’t count them, sorry). The rest of the characters were women, LGBT+, or PoC. And none of their storylines were ABOUT being women, or LGBT+, or PoC. That’s…amazing? 

Why are you fighting to cancel a show that has shown it is willing to not only have token LGBT+ characters, but to have them in prominent roles? To have them be warriors and leaders that are NOT defined by their sexuality?

Why are you fighting to cancel a show that has shown it is open to including minorities of all kinds?

The newest craze is to act like The 100 is offensive because it is violent and dark, but it has always been violent and dark (this argument is transparent too by the way) and you know what? Watching the characters overcome that darkness and their trauma is important to a lot of people. Stories like this are important and inspiring. Jasper’s PTSD arc this season has been crafted wonderfully. Sure, I’ll be disappointed if it ends in his death…but that doesn’t take away from the fact that S3 has allowed Jasper to truly feel the impact of what he has been through, and at no point has he been demonised for it - which is IMPORTANT.


Why, most of all, are you focusing on destroying the show, when they have proven time and again that they are willing to listen to fans and make changes?
A lot of you joined the fandom because of CL, and you weren’t around during S1. So let me fill in a little bit of fandom history. Before Clexa became a thing, the Bellarke fandom was hugely dominant. People either shipped it, or didn’t mind it. There were some Flarke shippers (sorry guys) but it’s an accepted fact that the majority of the fandom was made up of Bellarke shippers.
And guess what? WE ASKED FOR LGBT+ REP ON THE SHOW.


Do you know what else? WE CHEERED WHEN CLEXA KISSED. Many of us multishipped to some degree, because we were happy to see that representation.


This often gets brushed aside by the crusade to make out that every Bellarke shipper is a homophobe, but Clexa in S2 was met with a wave of positivity.


(Quick note: I know that the Bellarke fandom has its share of absolute douche canoes as well, and would never deny that. If the situations were reversed and Bellamy was dead, I suspect that a number of people on this side would also be super gross about things - but that doesn’t mean we should all just sit back and accept it)


And do you know what we all did together? We asked for MORE LGBT+ representation. AND WE GOT IT.


We got Niylah, who is clearly going to pop up again.


While we didn’t exactly get Minty (I still believe) we did at least get Briller.


And, yes - I’m going to say it, IF Clarke ends up with Bellamy she is STILL bisexual and that is still great representation, because a bi woman ending up with a man is NOT lesser (nor is it the norm, as is so often spouted).


And looking beyond LGBT+ rep?


We asked for Raven to get her own arc dealing with her disability. WE GOT IT.


We asked for Monty to get his own arc aside from Jasper. WE GOT IT.


I understand that the writers messed up and hurt you. I also still cannot get my head around the way they wrote Lexa off the show in 3x07, and was highly critical of their choices in my 3x07 review. But mistakes get made. Rather than tearing shit down, why not ask for them to do better?


I assume that the response would be 'we don’t trust these writers to do it well’, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least ask them to try/give them the chance. They HAVE heard you (who hasn’t, honestly) and THAT is what positive change is about. 


And fine, if you really can’t do it. Then WALK AWAY. Similarly, if the show is too dark and upsetting for you, WALK AWAY. Feeling either of these things does NOT give you the right to say that the entire show should end.


Because there aren’t many shows out there that would be so willing as The 100 to embrace diversity.


Personally I am desperate for Octavia and Niylah to become a thing. So why not campaign for that? Why not campaign for Niylah as season regular? Why not campaign for MORE, instead of trying to tear everything away from everyone?


I can’t help but think, personally, that the reason you don’t want to do any of the above is because this isn’t actually about #LGBTDeserveBetter…it’s actually about Lexa, and Clexa.


It’s fine and understandable to be hurt and upset at losing that character and that relationship, but I’ve not seen a good reason why that means the whole show needs to be torn down. 


You raised a ton of money, which I donated to. You trended some great trends, which I contributed to. But since then you have gone down this path which is gross and horribly upsetting. 


I #standforthe100 because it means a hell of a lot to me, and to others. I stand for it because of the efforts of the cast and the crew. If you hate the show, stop watching. But if you TRULY believe that #minortiesdeservebetter then there are better ways to expend your energy.


I would LOVE to hear a good reason why taking away everyone else’s rep is a better outcome than asking for, and probably getting, Niytavia (it even has a super cute ship name!) or some other new f/f ship/s?


I would genuinely be more than happy to discuss this with you, even if you steadfastly stand behind the cause to get the show cancelled. We might never agree, but I am always happy to discuss things respectfully - to learn and to gain understanding. So please, drop me an ask.


If, however, you drop me an ask that is nothing but hate/an attempt to 'drag’ me…I shall simply laugh and block you.


At the end of the day, The 100 is a tv show that I love. I am forever grateful to the writers, to the cast and to the crew for making it what it is. I don’t want anybody to be hurting or sad, but I don’t understand why the answer to your pain in to cause pain to others. I sometimes tell myself it’s because you’re all very young, but then I know from experience that age really has nothing to do with maturity.


One final thing that I will say is that you have done good, and I will always stand by the importance of Clexa and the reaction to them (even though I don’t ship it myself). Things have taken a not good turn, and hey…maybe we won’t see the outcome of all of this anytime soon. But do you know who HAS seen what you’ve been saying? Do you know who HAS seen the reaction and the discourse?


The writers of tomorrow. And, hopefully, that includes me. Social media is full of the next generation, and through social media the writers that are only now beginning to hone their craft will take this experience on board. Hopefully, the writers of the future won’t need to be asked to include more diversity. It will just be the norm.


Despite the negativity that I will continue to fight, you guys have had a positive impact on me. You’d made me that much more conscious of the choices that I make regarding my characters, including the LGBT+ ones, and of how important those characters.


Thank you for that.


I only ask that you find a way to channel your passion and your energy into positive change, even if that positivity moves on to other shows and you personally drop The 100, rather than this misguided cause.

I’m not naive enough to believe this post will make a difference. I’ve seen countless fans of The 100 echo my exact feelings, in direct response to hate, and far more eloquently - and it has no impact. However, I figure that today was the day to at least make my stance clear.

anonymous asked:

Can we please do some head cannons that feature a pregnant Cardia and overly protective daddies-to-be. Thanks so much! I love, love your blog. It makes my day every single time and keeps the fandom alive. Thank you for contributing such a wonderful site to the fandom!

Thank you for being so nice. <3 I love C:R so this is so much fun for me! I’m fairly certain that the fact C:R is getting an anime will help bring even more life to the fandom. I’m excited because it’ll give me a chance to use ACTUAL CODE: REALIZE GIFS AND STUFF. PLUS MY BABIES WILL BE ANIMATED. OMG. 

Anyway, enough about that for now. This’ll be called Code: Realize Characters Being Overprotective of A Pregnant Cardia. As always, let me know if this needs anything. ;D 

Arsène Lupin:

Lupin would literally not let Cardia leave their home. He’d do all the shopping, all of the outside chores and all the errands. He also wouldn’t let her do any of the more strenuous chores at home, but he’d let her move around so she could stretch and he’d accompany her to the courtyard if she needed fresh air. Cardia would have to beg Lupin to let her walk around town; he’d just be so paranoid of stupid people who could cause her and the baby to get hurt. Lupin would cave only if he could accompany her wherever she wanted to go. He’d also spoil her and by her tons of food, especially sweets. 

Abraham Van Helsing: 

Van wouldn’t let Cardia out of his sight. He’d stand outside the bathroom door while she was in there and wouldn’t leave until she came out. If she took too long, he’d knock or yell from the other side to make sure she was okay. He would be more lenient about letting her leave their home, but he’d be right behind her with his hands on his guns because literally no one is gonna hurt Van’s family twice. Van would let Cardia help with chores, but again nothing too strenuous. Van would demand that he cook for her, though Cardia would convince him to let her do it herself. He’d back down after a bit. 

Impey Barbicane: 

Impey wouldn’t let Cardia walk anywhere. He would literally just pick her up out of her bed and carry her around the entire house. Impey would refuse to let Cardia lift a finger, and he’d get up at the crack of dawn to make sure all the chores got done as well as cook all the meals. The only thing he’d let Cardia do is take walks around their home and feed herself. Impey would do all the shopping, but if Cardia begged him, he’d let her go with him just so she could get a change of scenery, but Impey wouldn’t let Cardia carry anything and would brag to all the passersby about his new family. 

Victor Frankenstein: 

Victor would have Cardia on an incredibly strict diet (meaning Victor would do all the cooking) as well as make her a gentle work-out regimen to keep her and the baby healthy. She’d have regular check-ups and he would refuse to let her lift anything heavy. Victor would let Cardia go outside and do some chores with him, but nothing that involved too much bending, and if they were out in public, he would warn her about what metals and clothes not to touch because they would be potentially harmful. Cardia would get a bit irritated with Victor’s smothering, and when she talked to him, he’d dial it back a bit. 

Saint Germain: 

Saint Germain would follow the doctor’s advice to a tea and make notes about what things Cardia could eat and what things she could do. Anything that wasn’t on the list was not allowed unless Saint G spoke to the doctor and found out it was okay at a later time. They wouldn’t do much travelling during this time, as Saint G would tell Cardia to stay in bed and eat unless she went on a walk (Saint G accompanying of course). Around other people, if Saint G felt like Cardia or their baby was in danger, he would issue a scathing verbal warning, and if that didn’t work, he’d take care of the problem quickly and silently. 

Talk of Things to Come

Fandom: The Hobbit

Rating: T+
Character(s): Thranduil, Bard
Word Count: 1,067
Prompt: Hello! Can you please write a fic based on imaginexhobbit’s “Imagine Thranduil and Bard noticing how turned on you’re getting in their presence as you discuss the impending war with them in the king’s tent”. Thank you! You’re an amazing writer, by the way. I absolutely adore your Thranduil one shots! <3
Requested by: Anonymous

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Suzalulu Week 2015 - Day 6 ‘Service and Sacrifice’

“They sent me back to the academy you know. I couldn’t do much to get out of that. But no-one mentions anything when I leave in the middle of class, and when they see Zero, they never say my name. It’s existing without existing. 
I know you said that my sacrifice would be that I could never die, that living would be penance. But this can’t really be called living, can it?

Are you listening, Lelouch?”

The mask lay silent on the bed. It never did have answers for him. With a sigh, he picked it up. 

“Never mind. Let’s go. We still have time to serve.”

thegirlfromoverthepond  asked:

The wonderful @akai-echo will turn a year older on January 7th .... Just saying :)

Originally posted by asdarknessfell

Happy Birthday @akai-echo! And thank you @thegirlfromoverthepond for sending in the ask! We’ve written you a little jealous!Katniss drabble to wish you all the best for the next year of your life. We saw a few stories floating around for you this morning, so we decided to gift you a bed time read. Thank you for all your contributions to our great fandom! Rated T. 


“I’ll be right back,” Katniss tells Peeta at 30 seconds to go in the half. She meant to run to the restroom and get in line at the snack bar earlier, but being tucked into her boyfriend’s side away from the biting wind had felt too good. And he smells amazing.

The play clock is stopped anyway due to a penalty, and she hopes that will give her enough time to beat the crowd.

No such luck, she thinks as she approaches a line of women that snakes around the corner in the direction of the toilets.

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Lights

Granted, I’m terrible with titles. Still, I thought it was about time I contributed something to the fanfiction section of the HSS-HWU fandom, so, here is a (rather lame) MC x Hunt fic. 

“I can’t actually believe we’re going on this trip!” Lisa bounced on the balls of her feet as you packed the last of your luggage and sank onto your bed, exhausted. “Think of all the things we can do! Skiing, enjoying the views, especially the views!”

“Hate to burst your bubble, Lisa, but you do realise we’re heading to Norway only to shoot the remainder of the film,” you said.

“But we’re way ahead of schedule,” Lisa said. “We should have some time to party and just enjoy ourselves!”

“Friendly reminder, Thomas Orson Hunt is our director.”

“Oh, screw him. Norway, here I come!”

You merely sighed and watched as Lisa enthused about the upcoming trip to Aria, who had just joined the two of you in your dorm, but your mind wandered as you stared out of the window, which overlooked a garden steeped in several inches of snow. Bare branches of trees dotted the view. In the distance, the roof of the administration building peeked slightly over the tops of movie star and fashionista dorms; the administration building, where Professor Hunt was at the moment, probably writing out a strict itinerary for the entire cast and crew for the entire duration of their Nordic trip.

Your mind flashed back to the dinner party at his house. Things were different between you and Thomas Hunt now, but with everything that had been going on, the two of you had never gotten the chance to talk alone, or pick up on where you both left off at the dinner. Making movies and completing school projects at the same time was no small feat and it took up almost all of Professor Hunt’s and your own attention and energy. You couldn’t help wondering if somehow, you might be able to get Thomas on his own on this trip. Perhaps as soon as production was over? Nah, he would probably want to come right back to continue working on the post-production part of it. Still…

#

“I’ve changed my mind about this place. It’s so cold!” Lisa said, through chattering teeth.

Zoe rolled her eyes. “Stop whining. Toughen up. And it wouldn’t be so cold if you would actually put on something warmer than that jacket. It’s so thin I can rip it to shreds in seconds.”

“Hey, it’s…”

“Now, if we’re all done chatting here, can we actually get to the hotel now? Or would you like to stay a while more in the cold?” Thomas scowled. “And Miss Valentine, don’t make me regret my decision to let you come with us.”

“Loosen up, Tommy,” you said, as the cast and crew began filing into a bus that would take them to the hotel. “Try to think of it as a holiday.”

“This is most definitely not a holiday,” Hunt snapped. “We will film the finishing scenes in the next few days, and then we’re leaving.”

You flopped onto a window seat, resting your head against the cool glass, which was a strange relief from the jetlag you had been experiencing. The sky was darkening and you watch as lights flickered to life in houses and shops the bus cruised by. A few moments later, someone sank onto the seat next to you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you glimpsed Thomas Hunt sitting back in his seat, eyes closed, breathing steadily. The rest of the bus was slowly quieting down as well, as most people dozed off while others silently took selfies and tweeted. You appreciated the tranquil moment during which you observed Thomas Hunt.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen much of him. In fact, you’d been working with him for almost the entire year. But it was rare to catch him in such a light, the strict and ambitious director and professor rarely showed any signs of weariness or exhaustion. You stared as shadows passed over his face, contemplating on how much had changed since the first day, when you were late to class. Who ever knew that in a matter of (rather short) time, you would be…

Well, you weren’t very sure yet what you could call the two of you, and you didn’t feel like assuming anything at the moment.

As if able to sense someone watching him, Thomas’s eyelids fluttered open. You quickly averted your gaze, but could feel the intensity of his glare on you, but it softened after only a few seconds. You turn to look at him, but he’d already turned away from you.

“Thomas…” You lightly touched his arm.

A strange look passed over his face as he turned to look at you. For a moment, his eyes flickered over the backs of your seats, at the half-asleep cast and crew.

“You should take a nap, _. It’s rather late and it’ll be some time before we reach the hotel, and as you know very well, I expect eveyone on set bright and early tomorrow morning.” He turned to face forwards.

#

You couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of envy towards the tourists who laughed and talked among themselves, comparing pictures and exchanging recent experiences at breakfast in the hotel the following day. One sweeping glance over the members of the cast and crew told you that most of them looked half-dead and definitely not ready for a full day of shooting, save for some, like Zoe, who was the picture of health and strength as she wolfed down her breakfast.

Well, Zoe and Thomas Hunt, of course. The director constantly checked his watch and surveyed the cast and crew. As he stood up, you hurriedly drained the last of your coffee.

“Let’s get moving,” Hunt said, eliciting a quiet and collective groan from the cast and crew. As he was about to speak again, everyone shot to their feet. He meant well, but Thomas Hunt’s chidings were like lashes across one’s back.

#

The past few days had felt like a school trip, with Professor Hunt escorting the lot of you to various places in Narvik, Norway, and then back to the hotel at a fixed time late in the evening. Then again, the cast and crew were mostly made up of students from Hollywood U, mostly members from your entourage. The ones who weren’t, such as Chris and Zoe, well, they did have certain liberties the students didn’t.

Waking up early the following morning was compulsory for everyone, as their flight home would be around 9. But as it was just a flight and not a whole day of filming, you decided there was no harm in taking a walk. Besides, the Northern Lights could be seen from your hotel room window and you just had to see them.

You exited the hotel room which you’d been sharing with a member of your entourage and made your way down to the lobby. You were about to step out into the cold night when you noticed a familiar figure standing by the door.

“What are you doing here, Thomas?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

You searched his face, but it betrayed no emotion. He didn’t seem to be angry at you, though. You shrugged. “Just out for a night stroll. You too?”

Hunt looked out onto the street. “I’ve seen them before, but the Northern Lights hardly ever bore me.”

“I would like to see them,” you said, casually. You were about to step out when you heard Thomas clear his throat.

“I would like to see them with you.”

You turned, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. Hunt looked a little embarrassed, as though he’d blurted that out without much thought. Probably had.

“I’m sorry?” you said, taking a slight step back.

Hunt swallowed, but looked you directly in the eye. “I said, I’d like to see the Northern Lights with you, now.” His tone wavered slightly, hovering slightly above the boundary line between regular speech and professor speech, as though it was trying to compensate for the mortification that had been wrought upon him by that slip of the tongue.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” you said, smiling slightly.

Due to the chilly night, you seized the opportunity to stand close to Hunt as the two of you strolled along the streets in silence, before finally coming to a small park a short distance away. You pointed out some benches, and Hunt cast a wary glance around. So far, throughout the trip, you hadn’t bumped into crazy swarms of paparazzi. Zoe had joked the previous day that it could be attributed to the fact that there were only 18 to 19 thousand residents in Narvik, which was actually less than the number of students and faculty members at Hollywood U.

There weren’t many people in sight, except for several starstruck children, who had came out to gaze at the sky just like you. You wrap your jacket tighter around you; it was so cold you could see your breath. You move a little closer to Hunt, and he didn’t seem to mind.

“So…” you began.

“_, look,” Hunt said, pointing upwards.

You glanced up, and gasped a little at the strips of light overhead, like giant ribbons stretching out across the dark sky. For a few moments, you were rendered speechless, just observing the natural phenomenon that had been one of the main things on your own personal itinerary for this trip. When you’d finally recovered from your awe, you turned and found yourself looking straight into Hunt’s eyes.

It was brief; you both found yourselves leaning towards each other before he captured your lips with his. You caught a whiff of his cologne and his mouth tasted of honey from dessert. About half a minute later, he pulled away.

“We agreed this was to be discrete,” he said, firmly. But by the Northern lights, you could see the melancholy in his eyes.

“Thomas…”

Hunt checked his watch. “We should probably get back.”

“It’s so beautiful, let’s stay out for a while longer,” you said.

Hunt hesitated, but gave a brief, reluctant nod. You sat close together in silence for a while, enjoying the light show and each other’s company, both not wanting the moment to end.

(Might contain some geographical errors, sorry. And, really sorry about the POV and tense…) 

inediblesushi  asked:

20 and buckysteve ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (but if u rly dont want to eruri is a-ok too <3)

20. things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear (I would’ve preferred angst for this prompt but I’m not familiar enough with MCU to do that…)

“So, how’s Bucky in bed?”

Steve spits out his water, spraying the rack of dumbbells.

“Nat, that’s not—something you just ask someone—! And how did you know?” he adds in a whisper.

“I didn’t,” she says with a grin, calmly capping her own water bottle—black, with a tiny cartoonified version of her on it. “But I do now.”

Steve shrinks in on himself, blush creeping down to his chest. Unfortunately, he’s wearing a low-cut tank, and Nat’s eyes seem to be dipping down—he regrets agreeing to work out with Nat after dinner for the week. He glances around hastily, double-checking that there’s nobody else in the gym with them—luckily, it’s not a popular time. “That’s a private matter,” he manages to say with a level tone.

“Rogers, I’ve kissed you before. We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times”—Steve’s blush deepens—“I’d hardly say this is crossing the line,” she says dryly, but her eyes are twinkling with mirth.

He’s got a few options. One, keep stalling until someone else comes into the gym and exacerbates the problem. Two, answer her questions as simply as he can, and bore her with the mundaneness of their sex life. (Three, jump out the glass window; they’re only what, seven storeys up?)

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anonymous asked:

I love seed wolf and used to reblog everything. But with you heavily pimping your patreon, I won't be reblogging you anymore. Fandom isn't supposed to be a for profit activity. I kinda hope all you bnfs who are trying to make money off fandom get cease and desist letters from TPTB.

Yo, sit your disrespectful backside down for a second, Anon, and let me tell you why you are absolutely full of shit.

Now, I don’t want you to go ahead and feel ‘special’ or any sense of worth that I’m replying to your anonymously-sent hate mail, because I’m addressing an issue at large, here. Yours just happened to be the least offensive I’ve received, and I didn’t want to trigger any of my followers, whom I respect enough to not suddenly shove in their faces any material that may be triggering. Which is a courtesy that has not been extended to me in any way, shape or form, I might mention.

As a precursor to this explanation: I busted my backside off to bring TWO chapters of Seed Wolf out in ONE WEEK, despite being on-call for an evening show that ends at 11pm EACH NIGHT, as well as my regular school hours. So, yeah, no sleep, but I was pretty dang proud of my achievement. And then it all went to hell thanks to you guys.

I have made multiple posts regarding My Patreon Account, beginning with my first introductory one describing what a Patreon Account actually is, and ending with a post that wasn’t so nice since I had to step up for myself. You can find the posts here:

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR

Now, let me reiterate, once again, for those who didn’t seem to catch it the numerous times I have spoken about this, why you people who are sending me this kind of mail are infants and you should not be allowed to use a computer.

First and foremost in my argument: You do not own the fandom – you are not the fandom police, you don’t have the power or right to go around policing people on what they can and can’t post online. You do not have a single shred of authority over what content I decide to post on MY OWN personal Tumblr account. I do not make posts to cater to your very specific whims. So you can take that attitude of yours and fly into the sun now, you soggy lampshade.

Two: My ‘heavy pimping’ of my Patreon account is a small link on the end of my description. And you know what? Surprise, surprise, you uneducated walnut, you do not have to click on the link! It’s amazing, I know, to have compete bodily autonomy, but nobody here, NOBODY, is making you click that link unless, gasp – you click the link yourself? If you don’t want to go on my Patreon page? You don’t have to, you mutated cactus! Did you even bother to realize that 98% of my work is still completely free and attainable on my Tumblr to access and view? Or that my Patreon works on a reward-system, so the kind people who are willing to donate actually get something back for their contributions, which, incidentally, is even MORE work for me, but I am happy to provide it because they are financially helping me? No, you didn’t, because you’re too consumed in your self-righteous fury to even READ.

Three: Have I mentioned that becoming a Patron on my Patreon account is completely and utterly voluntary? Oh, why, yes I have, on multiple occasions, HERE and HERE! Just because you’re a concrete-dense crap-coated mailbox flag who doesn’t seem to read any instructions or descriptions anywhere, at any time, doesn’t mean that you can send me this kind of hate mail because you couldn’t be bothered reading the freaking print. If you don’t want to donate, you don’t have to! It sounds crazy, I know!

Four: Back the frick up, do me a favor and staple all your fingers together for suggesting I am such a horrible person for requesting financial help to do what I do. You know what I do? I study full-time, which is a minimum 40 contact hours of full-on work during the week, and I work full days on the weekend. And that doesn’t include the hours of school-work and assignments I am required to do, plus the evening hours I need to spend in theatres supervising shows. Do you know how little time that leaves me to make artwork? Hardly any, let me tell you. I have to literally force myself to go to sleep some nights because my days are so long and full of stress. To have enough time to make a piece of art, let alone a comic series, is a huge feat of effort for me who wants to do nothing except melt into my bed any spare moment I have. So asking for a little, voluntary financial help is such a horrific idea that you can’t even fathom? You honestly think that I’m rolling around in cash when someone pledges a dollar a month to me? I’ll tell you this now: I am incredibly, overwhelmingly appreciative of every single person that has pledged to me, but since starting my Patreon, I have not seen a single penny of that money yet, because I am saving it for a possible dire situation in the future. My Society6 Account? I make ONE-TENTH of the prices listed there as profit, which gets transferred to me ONCE A MONTH after a 30-day grace period to clear the funds. That is a pittance. I make hardly anything online from my art. So you can go choke on your spoon.

I had considered turning Anon off a couple of times since starting up my Patreon account, but I hadn’t, because I get a lot of shy people who message me with nice messages, and I didn’t want the nasty Anons to affect that. I wanted my Tumblr to be an open, inviting place, but instead I log on to see messages like this that are worse than rodent excrement.

You say you ‘love’ Seed Wolf? Well, you don’t deserve to, not with your disgusting attitude, which frankly, makes me absolutely revolted. How can you ‘love’ something while attacking its creator for honestly trying to keep a sustainable living situation? People who claim to love something don’t send their creator hate mail behind the shitty veil of anonymity, don’t threaten its creator with death and rape (as I have been, multiple times) because, horror of horrors, they requested a little voluntary financial aid to keep doing what they do.

Artists and creators deserve anything and everything they can. You know what we have to put up with? We have to put up with our art being stolen and reposted without credit, our commentary and descriptions being deleted because it’s not ‘aesthetically pleasing’ on peoples’ blogs. We have to deal with making this content for our own pleasure, and then having you send us this kind of hatred, because we didn’t pander to your whiny, childish desires. We have to be made to feel like garbage for trying to spread our love of the fandom through our own way, and then get utterly lambasted by you egotistical, sanctimonious dirtbags because we ask for a donation here and there. Because we’re all expected to be machines that pump out content, day and night, without any regards to our personal lives or financial needs. Yes, because artists literally live on air, correct?

So you know what’s going to happen? I’m turning Anon messages off, because while I love getting lovely messages from anybody, I despise arrogant crybabies like you thinking that I’m ‘selling out’. I’m not going to stop advertising my Patreon account, because hey, guess what? It’s MY account, and I do what I want on there.

But it’s people like YOU, Anon, who make me want to flip a table and just freaking stop drawing altogether and delete my Tumblr. It’s people like YOU who take away all happiness and motivation for others to continue their works. Do you Hate Anons ever even read the messages you write? You sound like babies. Like actual, whining babies because ‘BAWWWW, someone inserted a link to a thing I don’t want to support WAH WAH WAH somebody is asking for donations to live and I think it’s a cancer on the fandom WAHHHHHH’.

Do something for me, all you Hate Anons. Use your mouse, go to the top of my page, and click ‘Unfollow’, because it’s no skin off my nose that I don’t have trash like you following me. Oh, but you ‘loooove’ my comics? Too bad, I don’t give all the peas in Persopolis what you might think, because sending me hate mail, rape and death threats for writing one line of html is literally the actions of someone who is garbage. You’d be doing me a favor.

Crikey, I’m this close to leaving Tumblr for good so I don’t have to put up with being attacked for posting my art. I’m not happy that I’ve had to post this up, but I think it’s about time I started standing up for myself, and not being trodden on by pieces of filth like you. So go ship yourself to Antarctica.

anonymous asked:

Companions react to being picked up and carried like a bride? Your writing is the best!

Hue hue hue I love the idea especially cause it could be super cuute and funny. I’m happy to hear you like my writing! I wouldn’t say I’m the best though; there are tons of beautifully creative companions reaction authors too who have contributed wonderful pieces to the fandom! I humbly thank you for the compliment love


Ada: “I think this will prove more detrimental to your health than need be” She said as Sole struggled to carry her up four flights of stars huffing and wheezing when all she needed was a foot repair. Sole didn’t always do the most logical things but as was the same with humanity. Sole could do whatever they wanted but she needed to at least express concern for their health.

Cait: “You better be carrying me bed if you’re going to be carrying me like some helpless little bride.” She turned her head to the side. She did not being carried like a bride. She was an independent little cage fighter who needed no one else to take care of her but herself. If it was just them (and they were wearing a lot less clothing) then it would have been fine, but not around all these damn people!

Codsworth: “I’m not sure if these human customs were meant to be extended to robots mum/sir.” After Codsworth had cried his little eye sockets out to Sole about finally being a part of the family again, Sole grabbed his little precious cinnamon roll body and said they would never let him go again.

Curie: “Woah! Monsieur/Mademoiselle I feel so light! Like a little feather. Oh you are so strong!” She giggled and snuggled closer to Sole’s chest, resting in their arms. She had commented on their phenomenal muscle tone and capabilities in the wasteland which got her a ‘display of their strength.’ Curie applauded when Sole started to do squats with her in hand.

Danse: “I am perfectly capable of walking on my own two feet Soldier. I’m sure there are much more efficient ways to be doing this.” He had gotten a little boo-boo on the battlefield and wanted to rest. Sole, not wanting any enemies to ambush them, picked him up and started to run. He was afraid he was going to hurt them with him being so heavy and all and was half unsure if they thought him incapable of walking on his own. Inside he was kicking himself that they carried him before he got to carry them; something he had only fantasized about.

Deacon: “Onward noble steed. Oh I’m feeling faint. I think only a kiss can wake poor lil’ ole me up now.” He held a hand to his forehead and pretended to faint as he kicked back and relaxed in Sole’s arms. They had made a bet on who could win a staring contest. Deacon won probably because of his glasses, the cheater. But anyway Sole had to carry him all the way from HQ to Goodneighbor. Not one to argue, he folded his arms behind his head to enjoy the ride.

Dogmeat: *wiggles* He does not like being carried on his back. But on his tummy is A-okay!

Hancock: “Heh heh, I’ve never felt so pretty in my life, love.” Sole was trying to get him to carry them bridal style, which he didn’t even know was a thing. Unfortunately Hancock’s scrawny little arms could barely lift Sole up an inch before giving out. Sole had to show him what it was like therefore naming them the buff one in the relationship. He totally loved it.

MacCready: “I said ‘let’s go outside’ not ‘carry me like a bride!’ Put me down! This is insane!” Shh shh MacCready be silent, let Sole carry you. They had just woken up and Sole had made some comment about how he looked light, which he foolishly challenged. Now, unable to take back his words, he was being paraded down the streets as everyone ooh’d and aaw’d at the budding romance. He covered his face, internally vowing never to return to Sanctuary to avoid the humiliation. Of course that didn’t happen though.

Nick Valentine: “I appreciate the sentiment but (F) I think you’re taking the reverse damsel in distress scenario a bit too far/(M) I’m not some damsel in distress that needs rescuing.” It felt awkward, someone like himself being carried by the savior of the Commonwealth. They had been downed in combat, and afraid he might not get the chance to again, confessed his love for them. He absolutely never expected them to whisk him up in their arms and dash out to find a chapel so they could get married immediately. What a silly Sole.

Piper: “My Blue, what strong arms you have.” She was a uncomfortable at first because she was self-conscious about her weight. However Sole reassured her that she was as light as a feather, curling her up and down in their strong arms as proof. She felt a little silly and her cheeks were on fire but maybe she’d go along with it. Only for Sole though.

Preston: “You’re already carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, General. You don’t need to add me to that.” Too precious, too pure. No one respected him the amount he needed to be respected and so Sole thought they would honor him by carrying him around all day. All day. Even now as they were carrying him, he was worried about them because he was just too damn pure. Sole stroked his precious little head.

Strong: “HUMAN SHOW GOOD DISPLAY OF STRENGTH! HOW LONG CAN HUMAN CARRY STRONG?” Strong refused to let Sole put him down until their arms gave out. Now he makes them carry him at least once a day to build up their strength.

X6-88: “I’m feeling extremely uncomfortable.” No. No. Absolutely not. This violated at least 107 human-synth relation etiquette rules established by the Institute. Not to mention how demeaning it was for a courser to be carried by the person they were supposed to be protecting. On a subconscious level, he was slightly impressed they were able to carry all of his weight in their arms.

~Extra~

Maxson: “Put me down this instant! How dare you demean your Elder this way?! I will have you excommunicated for this!” Everyone on the Prydwen was speechless as the Sentinel firmly held the hollering Maxson in their X-01 arms. No one said a damn word, half confused, half scared of what would happen if Maxson heard them. Everyone burned that image into their corneas and began shipping Maxson and Sole from thereon out.

Father: “M-Mother/F-Father, I know you missed out on my childhood but there is no need for such compensation.” Sole rocked him back and forth as they shushed him. Everyone in the Institute literally had no words to describe what they were seeing. It left everyone speechless and honestly very horrified for many days to come.

Desdemona: “I must say, no one has carried me like this since my last husband.” Des laughed at the gesture, not believing that they had just picked her up like a young bride. It was something she had locked away. But hey, if someone was going to offer to be her throne, she wasn’t going to argue. Made her job easier.

Glory: “I’m impressed, but I bet you can’t keep that up for long.” They were having strength competitions back at HQ. Deacon was a dick and pretended he threw out his arm trying to pick her up. Sole stepped up to the plate to carry her bridal style. After casting a sly grin to Deacon, Glory challenged Sole half amazed by their strength, half loving the feeling of their hands all over her.

not yet.

Liam Jones meets Emma halfway between the point of moving on, and the world of the living.  My take on what happens after @allison-chase ‘s fic The Darkest Hour is Just Before the Dawn, though this can stand alone. Rated G. 1k. (AO3)

It all fades to black within moments. 

All the thick fog that billowed through the air as thick as black smoke. The shadowed figure covered in a heavy cloak, sword in hand aimed toward her adrenaline rushed heart. Her true love, her Killian Jones, collapsing on his knees beside her. 

Her strongest breaths are given to her parents and her son. She tells them what it meant to her, having a family and finally putting aside being a lost her. 

Her last breaths, the weakest ones, are given to her true love, trembling as though the world were ending. She has never seen him so broken, utterly destroyed beneath absolute devastation. 

And like they’ve done time and time again, they part with a kiss and one last “I love you.” 

My love, my Emma, stay with me please. Don’t go. Please don’t go. Don’t-

And it all fades.

She wakes up to Liam Jones sitting across from her, looking the portrait of precaution and a bit of compassionate understanding. He speaks before she can say anything. 

“I had hoped to reunite with my brother first, but when I heard you were coming, I thought I had to stop you.”

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