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hello! it’s jaymee (aka. lovebugi / minibugi / jjongibugi)

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Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why

(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)

  • the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
  • Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
  • the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
  • Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
  • Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
  • Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
  • Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
  • what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
  • “for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
  • overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a play which is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.

Mike had been told that music brought people together, connected them. 

And it was a philosophy, he knew to be true. 


I’m a goner 

Tonight was the night. 

He’d bought the tickets months ago, scheduled this day off far in advance. He was here, he was going to see his favorite band perform. For a few hours he wouldn’t be lonely or lost. 

Mike was where he belonged. 

Well he wanted to think that, but the rough shove he received walking into the stadium reminded him otherwise. He was tall but scrawny, had the backbone of a jellyfish and was lucky if he managed to get a few words out each day. Mike was a prime target when it came to getting pushed around.

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its ya boi

because of this??? i guess??? i just really wanted to write cadmus!alex and root meeting

“Are you okay,” a voice asks.

Root ignores it. It had taken her a while to find an overlooked corner in this base, and now she that has, she just wants to sit alone while she gets her bearings back.

“It’s just,” the voice continues, “you kind of look like crap, and I’m trying to get better at this whole-” It trails off. “Or I could send one of your friends over?”

No. Root doesn’t need Shaw to be dragged over here for nothing, or for Reese to try and pretend he can connect to her, or for Finch to look at her in quiet pity.

She looks up. It’s one of the women from before, the one whose excited tumbling questions Root had tuned out when she realised that her connection to The Machine didn’t extend through universes. Root’s already forgotten her name.

She’s leaning against the opposite wall, eyes wide and fixed on Root’s face, and no, she doesn’t need this.

“I’m fine,” Root says and the woman’s face lights up.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d speak to me,” she says, “sometimes people don’t,” and her smile is awkward, like she’s trying to make it softer but isn’t sure how.

“I wonder why,” Root says, and it’s sharp enough to hurt, or at least it should be, but the woman just shrugs.

“Lots of reasons,” she says, almost gleefully, “but like I said, I’m trying to get better at this whole-” She makes a vague gesture, and Root realises that she must have done that the first time too.

Root’s not entirely sure why, but she finds herself asking, “What?”

The woman blinks at her, and Root repeats the gesture she’d made.

“Oh, you know, hero stuff. Helping people for entirely unselfish reasons,” she says the last part stiffly, as if she’s learned it by rote, and Root allows herself to grin, ever so slightly.

“You get lectures on morality too, huh?” she says

“Oh my god, all the time.”

“Try having someone do them in your head,” Root says and the woman rolls her eyes.

“I do,” she says. “Telepaths.” She tilts her head to the side, a considering look on her face. “What’s your opinion on laws?”

“There’s too many of them,” Root says immediately, and the woman snorts.

Thank you,” the woman says, and this time her grin looks much more natural on her face. “I’m Alex, by the way. Wasn’t sure if you’d remembered.”

“I had,” Root says, automatically, before she realises it could be a test, but the woman’s, Alex’s, face lights up again at the thought that Root had remembered her name, and god, there’s no way this woman could ever do anything that underhanded. Root isn’t even sure this woman could lie without it being broadcast across her face.

“So,” Alex says, “why Root? Biology or programming?” She frowns, “or something else? I’m not sure what else it could be though.”

“Programming,” Root says, and Alex groans. “You’re a biologist,” she guesses, amused.

“Well I never actually finished high school,” Alex says, “But yeah, I like biology.”

She says the last part almost casually, like she’s trying to hide the sheer amount of feeling she really wants to put in those words.

Root wonders if she sounds the same when she talks about programming.

“I didn’t finish either,” she offers. “Dropped out to become a hacker and killer for hire.”

“Kidnapped by a xenophobic cult.”

Well then. “You win.”

“It’s not a competition.” That one sounded like it was learned by rote as well.

Everything’s a competition.”

“I know,” Alex says, laughing. “My sister- You met her earlier actually. She’s the one who always tells me it’s not a competition, and she’s the most competitive person I know.”

How many people could you know, Root thinks, and it would be the perfect thing to dissolve this conversation, but Alex’s laugh is awkward too, like she’s surprised she’s able to do it, and for some reason Root doesn’t want to stop it.

“Which one was your sister,” she says instead.

“Oh,” Alex says, pleased. “The one with blonde hair. And the super-suit. I can’t tell you her name, even though you’re from a different universe. Secret identity,” she says seriously. “I have another sister too,” she adds. “Sort of.”

“How can you sort of have a sister?”

“When her mom kidnaps you and keeps you hostage for a decade. Well,” she pulls a face, “adoptive mom,” as if that’s the part that needs to be clarified. “And she doesn’t really get that we’re sisters yet, but she will.”

“I’m sure she will,” Root says, and she’s pretty sure Alex wouldn’t even be able to tell if she was being sarcastic, but Root says it sincerely anyway.

“She will,” Alex says, quietly fierce. “It’s just-”

She sighs, slides down the wall until she’s sitting opposite Root, feet crossed.

“Feelings are hard,” Alex mumbles, and oh.

Oh, because Root’s maybe sort of dating a sociopath and worshipping (workingforhelpingelevating) an AI, and they should be the best people to understand, but Shaw says that feelings are stupid and The Machine says that feelings are beautiful, but in Root’s opinion? Feelings are hard.

If The Machine was here, she’d say that Root’s found a human connection, and she needs to nurture it, but The Machine’s not here and Root doesn’t want this, doesn’t want to find a connection in this stupid backward universe where people fly around in gaudy costumes and aliens roam the streets and nobody had thought to create The Machine.

“Feelings are easy,” she says instead, because Alex is awkward and distractible, and, in all likelihood, easy to lie to.

Instead, Alex grins.

“You’re an asshole,” Alex says, because it’s true. “I like you,” she adds, because that’s true too. “I’m not meant to do illegal things,” she says, thoughtfully, “but you still seem upset and I get the feeling you’re the kind of person whose idea of fun is illegal. So, if I do something illegal with you, then I’m doing it for an entirely unselfish reason. To help you.”

Well, what do you know, Root thinks, grinning back, maybe Alex can be underhanded after all.


“Nono come on! Go on, shake it. It’s not hard, doesn’t take much effort, you’re probably using more of those muscles just to sit upright. Might as well just get it over with, yeah? Go on, Gimme five. Put it there.” ~The second strike~

Getting back into trying to finish reading this fanfic cause boy have I been putting it off for too long. Some really really old draws I did back when I first read this part. Very great visuals in this fic, I really like it! 

Keenveins 2015 Fan Fic Masterpost

I thought it would be fun to compile all the fics I wrote this year into one big post. This year is almost over, and you all have made it so much fun! I love being able to share my fics with all of you! Fics with porn in them will be labled as such! 

Don’t Look Back (Keep Your Eyes On Me)

Arin/Everyone: My ultimate bottom Arin fic. Arin has an arrangement where he gets fucked by every Grump except for Dan. Soon, he realizes that he wants Dan too, and that maybe Dan wants him back. Much angst and sex occurs. This was my FIRST GG fic and is my longest, and also still my favorite. (PORN OMG)

Made From All The Wrong Stuff

Dan/Arin: Arin drinks during the charity stream and all he can think to do is call Dan whose in a different state, too far away. (Porn)


Dan/Arin: An AU where GG never happened and instead Arin is an animator and a big fan of NSP. He and Ross meet Dan at a convention and Arin might have a crush on Dan. (Porn)

Sea Salt

Arin/Dan: Arin takes Dan to the beach in an effort to help Dan get over his fear of the ocean. (Fluff)

No Control

Holly/Ross/Barry: Ross has a crush on Barry, might act on it and thinks he’s ruined everything. Holly saves the day. A.K.A Holly and Ross seduce Barry. (Porn)


Dan/Arin: Dan is curious about how to finger himself thanks to Arin, Arin is more than happy to give him a hand. (Porn)

Take What We Want (When We Need) 

Ross/Everyone: Ross is involved in a circle jerk orchestrated by his dom Brian. (Porn)


Barry/Ross: Barry has a big dick and Ross is a size queen who wants that dick bad. A sequel to the first Size Queen Ross fic! (Porn)

Keenveins Collection

Multiple Pairings: A collection of my tumblr prompts including the aforementioned Size Queen Ross. (Multi)

Different Colors

Brian/Ross: Brian wants to try role reversal and bottoms for Ross. (Porn)

Saving All My Summers (For You)

Arin/Dan: Arin and Dan are neighbors who grow up together, as teenagers those feelings start to evolve. My first chaptered fic! (Angst)

 Everything I Need (I Get From You)

Dan/Arin: A Christmas fic where Arin and Dan are dating but spending the holiday apart due to not being ‘out’ to Dan’s family yet. (fluff)

Let It Move Right Through You 

Dan/Arin/Suzy: Dan, Arin, and Suzy are in a poly-amorous relationship. Dan comes home from traveling to some naughty plans that Suzy and Arin have thought up. My last fic of 2015! (porn)

I posted my first GG fic back in June. I remember being so nervous about it, but you all have been so lovely and wonderful to me you really don’t know what it means to me to have people appreciate my work the way you do! 

I tried to post something every month as a personal goal for myself and I managed to pull it off! I wrote 13 fics for the fandom this year not counting the smaller things. It’s been a lot of fun! Hopefully 2016 brings many more opportunities for fic! 

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sorry if this question has been asked before but do you have any suggestions for a lesbian to meet women, or at least spend time in lesbian-dominated places, in NYC? I'm moving to the city in October from the IL after being closeted here for a long time, and I don't know anyone. Any clubs/bars/misc you would recommend? it doesn't have to

there’s a second half to this ask that I presume tumblr ate, but I got the gist. okay here’s the thing, want to know a secret? once lesbians lock down a lady and retire from the dating scene, we almost exclusively hang out in packs with other girls who have locked down girls. (fun fact: a group of lesbians is called a disdain of lesbians.) you can spot like six of us at brunch, or doing tabletop gaming in the backs of very tolerant very sexily-lit bars, or wandering around farmer’s markets. what I’m trying to say is that it’s been a while since I was loving and leaving them across five boroughs. but there are places I still go, and places that me and girls I know have had a ton of luck, so here you are:

  • bars: henrietta hudson + the cubbyhole are the gay bars I can say are genuinely lesbian/bi women oriented. the cubbyhole is always packed, full of all kinds of women, from a girl in a snapback and a tank top who takes you outside to smoke on the curb, to femmes all gathered in the bathroom checking their lipstick, to the granola lesbian who was brought here by her friends and really would rather be in a park. it’s cute and low-ceilinged and a lot of fun, especially in the winter. it’s, you know. cozy. henrietta hudson is near the water on the west side, and it’s super welcoming. it also has a pool table, if that sort of thing gets you going. frankly I’m never more attracted to anyone than when I’m watching them shoot pool, so that place was a winner for me. 
  • the LGBT Center + ACT UP meetings are great places to get plugged into the community here, meet friends from across the entire acronym, and do some good work while you’re at it. 
  • burlesque shows. like, okay, it’s a double edged sword, because yes, there are a lot of queer performers, and their equally queer friends turn out to watch them, so if you’re up to mingling, you will meet girls, I promise. unfortunately you might also meet straights who are poly or some shit and who really want to talk to you about it. rely on your knowledge of haircuts and chart a safe course. try the slipper room and nurse bettie, both on the lower east side. 
  • the waystation is a Dr. Who themed bar in Brooklyn that’s ideal if you’re a lesbian and a nerd. they have new bands, DJs, old movie screenings, and queer book launch parties. one of my friends did a reading there not too long ago, and it was a lot of fun. it’s not a lesbian bar per se, but it’s full of women with video game tattoos, if that gives you a hint. 
  • Atlas Obscura’s nyc meetups and events are also absolutely packed with bi and lesbian women. as a people I guess we just really enjoy weird architecture and ghost haunts. 

I hope that gives you a little direction. Welcome to New York, I hope it adopts you like it adopted me. 

Has anyone else noticed this? In the scene in the manga in the tunnels where Envy grabs Riza and slams her into the ground and Roy fries Envy and saves her, Roy has this look of complete anger, his eyes glowing like some kind of creature in the dark, as he glares at Envy, but when he turns to Riza and tells her to stop being reckless, his eyes are gentle, soft, almost melancholy. And he doesn’t shout at her.

He was so completely caught up in his anger and revenge, but it’s like her presence kept some part of his normal self from being overtaken, letting it show up even for just a second. Like, despite being so absolutely furious, he still treated her gently because it’s Riza and he would never look at her or speak to her with the kind of ugly emotions he was feeling toward Envy.

And then as soon as he turns his attention back to Envy, he immediately becomes terrifyingly angry again.


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Please enjoy a picture of my messy desk and a shaky gif of the rain


A.N: InuSan brotp. I’ll give it a shot, idk.

Inuyasha’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline before finally finding their familiar position, crashing together in a suspicious glare.

Sango had appeared like a cloud of smoke, falling next to him unceremoniously.

“…Can I help you?” His voice was guarded, cautious and unsure.


His glare intensified, morphing into something more of a pout.

She breathed out a heavy sigh and then let herself fall back, her shoulders meeting the soft brush of the grass, her hair fanning out beneath her.

Inuyasha scratched his ear. The sound of the midnight river critters continued their song. Fireflies floated around them like bright tiny dancers.

It wasn’t until she sighed again that a mass of white slivery hair tossed in her direction, “What’s eating you??”

Her hands came up to press against her face and she groaned.

“What is it?!” Inuyasha hollered, the fireflies fleeting from them.

She held her silence with a far-away look.

“Is it Miroku?!” Inuyasha jumped up to his feet, “Did that lech do something to you?!” His golden eyes flashed murder. He was already making his way up the bank of the river when Sango’s hand wrapped around his robe’s pant leg and yanked hard.

He blinked from his spot on the ground where he had fallen and mused, just how strong is this girl.

“Just stay here.” She whispered into the humidity of the summer night.

“But you’re acting weird-“

“It’s okay.”

“It’s NOT okay-“


He grunted, maneuvering into his criss-cross spot back on the ground, his hands shooting into his sleeves, and glowered. “What?”

“Are we friends?”

It was his turn to answer her question with silence. The grasshoppers chirped.

“Wasn’t I just about to beat up the monk for you?” 

Sango smiled.

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10 songs im currently boppin 2

1. where are you - clc!!!!!!!! (4ever nd ever…. late summer night BOP!!)
2. sun & moon - nct (u kno that one song u always skipped on the album nd u finally listen to it nd its fire… das me w sun nd moon)
3. et cetera - one ok rock (someone recommended this nd i was like sure why not… goes hard man)
4. bath - offonoff (the water at the beginning.. also the piano oof)
5. wiped - park kyung (kyungs music is so light nd chill?? feels good… i love the instrumental too?? its all perfect?? take a listen to ogeulogeul too… similar sound.. perfect for a crisp ™ fall day i feel)
6. fly high - dreamcatcher (LISTEN.. they did not have to go this hard but THEY DID!!! i feel so dramatic listenin to it idk)
7. snake - ajax (i miss these boyos…)
8. here i am - halo (MY DUDES… HOMIES…… LISTEN………….. i lov this song sm all those no cut vers killed me)
9. molly - elijah who (lo fi BOYO!!! pls check him out he always releases head bangers!!)
10. blank - victon (i lov my 7 sons a lot nd i miss Em…)


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You know I usually post my one-shots in their entirety on tumblr as well as my Ao3, but, I dunno, is 15,000+ words too much for one tumblr post? 😅