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types of fans
  1. memorises specific details because they reread or rewatch regularly, can quote entire passages or scenes, slays during trivia
  2. analyses for deeper meaning, engages in online discussion, writes meta essays for fun
  3. completely loyal to the original source material, probably close their eyes and cover their ears because any spin-off or adaption is a travesty that they ignore the existence of
  4. loves anything, new or old, to do with the fandom, even when things border on the absurd and retcon the original material because THE MORE, THE BETTER
  5. likes to play with the world and the characters, loves creating and sharing headcanon, fanfiction, fanart or graphics; maybe even roleplays
  6. creates funny text posts, liveblogs reactions, probably likes to stir the fandom up for fun
  7. klasjdkasjd I JUST LOVE THIS THING OKAy

Oh Corrin dear, I’m not sure if you’re gonna win this Voting Gauntlet, but remember that you are always going to be the winner of my heart

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guess who’s reading old kingdom hearts fics again

the use of diamonds in endless summer: a rant

as someone who’s played through endless summer without spending literally one (1) diamond—a lot of the enjoyment that comes from playing the game is saturated by the desire to spend diamonds in order to get a happy (or happier) ending. the book is no longer reliant on the player’s actions to produce an good outcome, but instead on how much money the player has rolling around in their bank account at the time. it’s… not good.

this got really long (WARNING: this is super fucking long (by super fucking long i mean +1,500 words long, so super fucking long), i was fueled by rage and pretty much nothing else), so i had to split it into parts. yeah.

Keep reading

If you’re someone lost in Zero Gravity Town.

Between a Guardian who trying to protect you, and a kid who want you in his team to ‘make the world a better place’.

Who will you choose?

More art for Zero Gravity AU~ Dipper’s sword’s sparkling like galaxy cause he can use that sword to cut a line between reality and the illusion world. 

P/s: I’m working on some art for lovely people who wrote fanfics for me~ So stay tuned~

aqours injury hc’s

chika: kinda clumsy and reckless as a kid; has probably broken at least three bones among her arms and legs. likes to joke about it and reference her accidents in conversation. her favorite accident is the time she got mikan juice in her eyes

riko: too indoors-y for much injury and pretty careful with prevention but also prone to some bad bad illness by virtue of accidentally neglecting hazards like the freezing ocean. may have been bitten by a dog

you: shares several Incidents with chika, but gets injured slightly less thanks to muscle reinforcement. she does hit her head on the side of the pool while doing laps tho, and probably had some judo-related accidents

kanan: scrapes n scratches but like. her joints and stuff are all fine. very careful, Strong, takes care of herself to take care of everybody else. 

mari: fell off her horse at least once. possibly been attacked by other animals but nothing too bad, and also she had that one ankle injury that Changed Everything. does more dangerous things after joining aqours but manages to avoid serious injury somehow. cuts her fingers on bills

dia: probably sprained both her ankles while jumping from high places. gets her fingers cut on string instruments, papers and kitchenware. the only person in aqours to have managed to bruise both of her palms at once

hanamaru: worst that’s ever happened to her is dropping a stack of hardbound books on her toes or tongue burns or someth. sometimes she’s tempted to do something like chika and you but then she hears kanan in her conscience and she thinks again.

ruby: dia and maru are very careful to make sure nothing bad happens to ruby, but one time while sewing she pricked her finger bad enough for blood to drip and trail around the house a bit while looking for help. dia, having cried for only five minutes, handled the incident relatively well, ruby thinks

yoshiko: thanks to horrible luck and dramatic, reckless tendencies, everything’s happened to yoshiko. in particular she’s burned her hands on candles and stoves and has probably given herself mild food poisoning. somehow she’s still brimming with vitality

You honestly don’t understand how sad it is to stan groups from small labels and see how many blogs end up going on hiatus/giving up completely because they just dont feel like their time and effort is going anywhere. Please know that you are a blessing to the fandom and the group itself and all of your hard work has been acknowledged by many and we love and appreciate you for doing what you do or have done in the past. 💕🌸💕

anonymous asked:

Your new roommates au is so so good! Do you think there's any chance of continuing? Love all your writing by the way :)

I can’t believe this thing that I wrote on the fly has over 500 notes right now??

I mean, I made a tag for it, so I guess it’s official. And something I gotta work on some more. Percy and Annabeth are ridiculous and I love them, so here’s that. I also love @insidiousmisandry​, who is the best.

And you. Thank you so much! :)

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“Hey, have you seen my–?”

Percy stops, hands up, in the doorway of Annabeth’s dimly lit room, as if the motion might pull his words back into his mouth. She’s lying on her stomach on the floor, surrounded by notebooks and pens and flashcards, nearly face-down in her textbook. Her hair is pulled into a half-hearted braid, and her nose is pink, and there’s a scattering of used, balled-up tissues tossed toward the trashcan next to her desk.

She’s wearing the hoodie he’d been searching the apartment for–his hoodie, soft and blue, the one he’d gotten his freshman year and has worn to every swim practice since. She’s got the sleeves pulled up over her fists, one of them tucked close to her face, and she looks–

He filters through his adjectives for a moment, knowing that she’d hate the word cute, and especially vulnerable, and decides upon the most objective of the bunch, which is, easily, sick.

Carefully, he steps around her messily-ordered chaos of graph paper and kneels next to her, rests a hand on her back. He rubs his thumb over the line of her shoulder blade. “Annabeth? Hey, wake up. Annabeth.”

She frowns in her sleep. Blinks awake. Focuses, first, on the twist of the cloth between her fingers, and then the blur of words beneath her head, and then Percy, looming above her. She blinks again, and he thinks she almost smiles before her eyes start watering.

A smile–that, he’d almost be prepared for. She’s smiled at him before, maybe a handful of times, each one more meaningful and memorable than the last. A smile at a stupid joke he’d made, or something he’d done around the apartment, or leaving her a container of fudge his mother had mailed them. But crying? That first tear has something awful clenching in his heart, and he gives in to the urge to touch her, to cup the back of her head, to reach for her wrist.

“Hey,” he says. “You okay?”

Her face crumples. “I don’t feel good.”

“Okay,” he says, and helps her sit up. “Here, c’mon.”

She nestles herself immediately into his chest, and it takes him a long minute to actively kick-start his brain and force himself to rearrange her into a position that makes it possible to lift her. (Has she ever leaned into him like this? Has she ever touched him in a way that wasn’t a punch, or a kick, or one terribly executed noogie?) He hefts her up and over to her bed, kind of shuffles her between her sheets, gets her blankets situated. He tugs his hood up and over her head. She hums, pleased, and gropes blindly for his hand.

“One sec,” he tells her. He fishes in his pocket for his phone, and leans a little easier against her headboard once he has it in hand. Annabeth pulls herself up and makes herself comfortable, her head against his chest, her arm slung over his waist, and he supposes that’s that. Especially when he calls his team captain and tells him that he won’t be making it to practice tonight, so sorry, he’s come down with something, and yes, absolutely he’ll be back in the pool in a day or two to make up the laps he’s missed. Yep. Sure. Okay, goodnight.

And then he’s looking down at his roommate, who is sleeping soundly against his chest, her nose a little crusty, her face a little damp. He’s not sure she’ll remember this in the morning, but even so–he presses a kiss to her forehead and holds her a little closer, just for good measure.

I will never be over Sherlock Holmes practically pleading with Molly Hooper to say “I love you” to him.

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Hey, so I just found out something really cute? Phar and Sym’s countries both have lotuses as their national flowers! India’s national flower is the Nelumbo nucifera (aka sacred lotus) while Egypt’s national flower is the Nymphaea lotus (aka white lotus…technically it’s a water lily but folks call it a lotus too).

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“My name is Hercule Poirot and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.” - Agatha Christie, The Mystery of the Blue Train

Can I just say how unbelievably happy I am with all the canon lgbta+ representation in podcasts? Almost every podcast I can think of has at least one lgbta+ person, and they’re main characters.
To all the podcast creaters: thank you. It means so much to me.