what else should i put in these tags

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

Love Conquers All (On Sherlock Season 4)

I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.

I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.

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Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.

With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.


The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past

This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose. 

We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.

Originally posted by akajustmerry

Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.

Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John? 

This is where I head to my next point. 


The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human

This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light. 

Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person. 

We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?

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“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”

This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.

And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.


The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption

I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.

Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee). 

Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and  that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them. 

And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS. 

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He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again. 

To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws. 

It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show. 

I painted a little Rufus with some daisies and hydrangea flowers! 🌼
This was really fun to paint :>

Get well soon Stefán! 💜

Hope that I can see you today ♥

A lovely Lucy Heartfilia that I had in my sketchbook, I’m thinking about getting my illustrations out of my sketchbook before the manga ends… I love this characters so much, I just want to share my love with all of you.

Hey there!

This is a new blog, hell yeah! I made this tonight after concern about recent hate and negativity I’ve seen being spread in all types of tags and making its way to people’s inboxes in the fandom SO I decided to counteract that that with a positivity blog! 

What will this blog function as?

  • Essentially you can send in a url and a kind message about them or whatever positive message you want to give them!

How will they be posted?

  • I will be posting them as separate posts on nicely typed images because all the lovely people deserve nice things <333

Anything we should know?

  • Be patient with the posts as they will each be individually typed out, formatted, and posted.

Who the fuck are you?

Anything else?

  • Love and respect others and don’t put hate and mean stuff in tags. It can really ruin a persons day!
  • Be positive and spread kindness!!
  • Help spread the word about this blog!!

Aiden: I just got a new notebook, what should I put in it?

Ted: Put spaghetti in it.

Aiden: I’m taking suggestions from anyone else.

Chris: Put spaghetti in it.

Aiden: I’m taking suggestions from anyone except you two.

Chris’ mom: Put spaghetti in it.

Aiden: I’m no longer taking suggestions.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FOLLOWED ME.

In the fall I was around 162 followers (I remember that cause I did the pokemon follower thing and I was Furret) and I’ve nearly DOUBLED in such a short time.

Whether you follow me for Yugioh (which has been most of you lately lol), Tales of (all four of you who still reblog stuff from me), Pokespe, Digimon, or for some other reason I appreciate all of you so much!!! Even the bot who only reblogs cat photos.

I never thought I’d get to this many followers honestly, and I have no what my next goal will be but I hope ya’ll stick around for that and see me scream about fictional characters!!

I can’t express how happy I am about this but I hope you all know that I think you guys are pretty awesome for putting up with all my shit and switching fandoms.

Thanks everyone!

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(I’m just v excited I have an reason to use Skitty gif okay, okay)

[ cooking class ]

pairing; seventeen mingyu x reader

genre; fluff, humor

synopsis; y/n was dragged to a cooking class by her friend, but due to last minute circumstances, her best friend couldn’t make it. a total newbie at cooking, y/n couldn’t help but make a mess out of everything. mingyu voluntarily pairs up with her so she’d be able to get something done.

word count; 1101 words


“No, that’s fine,” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. “That’s totally fine, you just happened to move up a few ranks on my to-kill list.”

“Y/N!” Caroline exclaimed. “It’s not my fault that my little brother decided to do his somersaults down the stairs today!”

I laughed. “Alright, alright. Send my regards to your lil’ brother.”

I heard Caroline heave a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, probably at the fact that she realized I wasn’t mad.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, pumpkin.” 

The both of us giggled like 12-year-olds, and hung up after saying our goodbyes. 

Caroline and I planned to go for a cooking class that day. Actually, we didn’t plan to. Caroline had been finding interest in cooking these days, but all I liked about the kitchen was about it having food to eat. She didn’t have anyone else to follow her to the cooking class, so she pretty much blackmailed me with my ‘best friend position’ to tag along with her.

So I did. And this happens. 

I sighed, pulling out a pair of jeans — that was my regular. I looked around my closet, wondering what top I should wear. It was cold out, so I chose a turtleneck sweater.

I quickly dressed, and put on simple makeup to cover any imperfections on my skin. I wasn’t a huge makeup guru, but I used it sometimes.

I checked the time. I had another hour before the class started. I needed around 45 minutes to get there, so I planned to leave the house in around ten minutes. 

I sighed. Caroline was pretty much the big reason why I agreed to go. She was, with no doubt, pretty good at cooking. I wouldn’t worry much if I cooked with her, because even if I started a fire, she’d probably put it out with a soup she boiled.

Exaggeration, but you get it.

I suddenly worry for my own life. I’d probably kill myself in the kitchen; chop off a finger or two.


I reached the cooking class ten minutes early. The bus driver was quick on the road today. 

I was led to a empty area with seats, probably a mini waiting area. I looked around, and pretty much everyone had their friends with them. Even those who looked like they came alone seemed experienced.

We were all led into a large cookery room, and everyone stood in front of a single working area. Those who came in pairs were allowed to work together. We put on the aprons they provided, and started on the class.

Each working area had the basic needs for cooking — a stove, pots and pans, cutlery, and a few cooking ingredients which I was clueless about.

The chef told us that we’d be making cupcakes that day, and I saw a ray of hope. I mean, cupcakes wouldn’t be that hard to make, right?

Wrong.

The moment I started, I became a confused mess. Everyone seemed to be following the chef’s instructions well, but I was just lost. I managed to catch one part of what she said, and added butter and sifted flour into the mixing bowl. 

Now, I mix it. I think. 

I turned on the hand-held mixer, and it started spinning like crazy, as if possessed. The mixture started splattering out of its bowl, and I couldn’t hold the bowl in place. 

“Shoot,” I blurted, at a loss of what the hell I should do. 

Out of the blue, another hand grabbed the mixer from me, flipping the switch to ‘0′ speed. The mixer slowed down until it came to a complete stop, and I exhaled, exhausted already. 

I looked to my right, expecting to see the chef beside me, but it wasn’t her. 

It was a complete stranger who had been using the other end of the table. Each table had two working areas, and he happened to be alone at the other side. I noticed him before we had started the class. He was extremely handsome.

“Um,” I stuttered. “Thank you.”

I catch sight of the mixture that had splattered on him, mostly on his apron. “I’m so sorry…” I trailed off. 

The stranger laughed. “It’s alright,” he said easily. “Do you mind if I worked with you? I think you’d need some help.”

I narrowed my eyes, and he quickly defended his words. “I meant that in the good way.”

I smiled, and nodded. “That’d be nice.”

He went back to his working area and cleaned up whatever he had used. He hadn’t started on the mixture, so he just left the ingredients in their original places before coming back. 

“I think it’d be better to introduce ourselves real quick so we’d work better,” he said. “I’m Mingyu. 20. Nice to meet you.”

I laughed. “Y/N. I’m 19.”

“Great, I’m a year older,” he said, starting to mix the batter again. 

“Yeah.”

“Why’d you come for this cooking class? You don’t look like one who is interested to cook,” he said. “No offense.”

“None taken,” I said, chuckling. “That’s true. I’m not interested. My friend and I were supposed to come together, but she bailed the last minute because of an accident that happened.”

“That explains,” he said, finishing up the mixing of the batter. “You wanna put the mix into the paper cups?”

“Nothing bad can come out of transferring the batter, right?” I said apprehensively, holding the mixing bowl and scooping some up onto the wooden spoon.

Mingyu snickered. “I don’t think so.”

I managed to finish dividing the batter equally onto the paper cups, and they were placed onto a tray before being put into the oven. 

“We’re done, right?” I asked.

“Kind of. We’ll decorate it after it’s baked,” Mingyu told me. “That is just based on your creativity, so it’ll probably be doable.”

Right after the cupcakes were done, we took them out of the oven and started decorating. I just did simple designs of frosting here and there, and it turned out quite decent. 

“You have a talent for decorating,” Mingyu complimented. “Maybe just not the process of cooking.”

I growled playfully.

The class ended soon, and we were allowed to bring back the cupcakes. Mingyu and I took 4 each. 

We both left the cookery lab together, and stopped outside. 

“Thanks for today,” I said to him. “You saved me from burning down the building.”

Mingyu laughed. “No problem. You were a great partner to work with.”

I looked down, smiling in embarrassment. 

“Do you mind if we… exchange numbers?” he said hesitantly.

I shook my head. “Of course not.”

We both exchanged numbers, and went our separate ways after saying a few more sentences. 

I never thought going to a cooking class alone could be this good. 

Thanks, Caroline. 

If you label your orientation and/or gender in very precise ways and it makes you happy, that’s amazing!

If you label your orientation/gender in very broad ways and it makes you happy, that’s wonderful!

If you don’t label your orientation/gender at all and it makes you happy, that’s terrific!

If you do some combination of these and it makes you happy, that’s fantastic!

If you do something else I didn’t list here and it makes you happy, that’s great!

If you’re still figuring out what would make you happy, that’s excellent! I hope you find your thing!

ORGANISATION TIPS FOR FRESHERS: THE BARE MINIMUM SO YOU CAN STRESS LESS p1/4

WHAT TO HAVE:

1. A SAFE PLACE – keep all irreplaceable/important documents like your birth certificate, a level certificates, UCAS letters in here. Ideally a concertina folder, or a folder with different sections. Mine is organised by bank stuff, ID, student finance, qualifications, tenancy, and my part time job. Keep this folder in your room and ideally keep a list of what is inside taped to the front.

2. NOTEBOOK – for lecture notes, shopping lists, any notes. At lectures, write the week number, date, module title, etc at the top. If anything requires action (e.g. you have to email someone, read something for next week) circle it, highlight it, underline it, make it clear. When you go home you can make a list of what needs to be done and when. Keep this with you at uni, and when you get home always leave it in the same place in your bag/on your desk. 

3. BINDER – with plastic wallets, dividers if you want. I keep two sections: ‘to do’ and ‘to return’. When a teacher hands me homework or a bit of paper I immediately put it in ‘to do’. When I get home I check ‘to do’ and make a list, decide when to do it. When I’ve done it I immediately put it in ‘to return’. Keep this with you at uni and when you get home always leave it in the same place

4. SEMESTER PLANNER – week numbers going down, mon/tues/wed/thurs/fri/sat/sun going across. Write down deadlines, birthdays, holidays so you can see everything in one place. You might notice two deadlines in the same week. Keep on your wall.

5. WEEKLY PLANNER – print off one for each week, hours of the day going down, days of the week going across. Fill in your classes, society events, etc. Write your goal for that week (e.g. a deadline, or to begin an essay). Keep this in your notebook/binder so if you need to organise a tutorial or to meet a friend, you can quickly check when you are free.

6. FORGET PLACE – this is where I put things I can forget about. Put in stuff you look at occasionally like recipes, or old photos, or internship info you don’t want to think about right now. When I write down a list of all my assessments, I stuff it in the forget place and stop worrying. Keep this stuff in a plastic wallet/folder in your room.

Blast From The Past (fem!reader POV)

A Kol Mikaelson Imagine (Kol x reader) from the fem!reader’s POV.

Alrighty! This is NOT a part two from Blast From The Past, this is from the point of view from the reader, who I imagined as female when writing this.Let me know anything you’d like to see in the Part 2, and if Ishould do a part 2 for the fem!readerPOV. Any critique and advice is welcome! :)

ALSO, remember, these are my writings from my old blog, I had just deleted my old blog and am putting these up here.I promise I havent ripped them. Just letting you guys know in case you recognize them.

Hey, @philautia-love-of-self , I know you wanted to be tagged but IDK if you meant in this perspective or in the actual part 2, so here’s a tag! :)

Triggers: blood, fight, and if you see anything else that should be added to this let me know!

word count: 3735

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She woke up with a splitting headache and had no idea what had happened to her. Her neck was sore and her throat and stomach burned with a hunger she had never felt before. Blinking rapidly, she looked around trying to get her vision back. When she could finally see, the first face she saw was his. Klaus.

“What the hell?” she moaned. “Klaus? Why am on the floor?”

“Ah, yes, sorry about that, darling!” he smirked, shrugging his shoulders. “There’s really no graceful way to snap someone’s neck.” What? Snap someone’s neck? As in…..

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In the midst of all this drama (which I’m also a part of, won’t play the cool girl here), I wanted to make a happy thing for us all, so here’s a tiny laughing fit compilation which I hope will put a smile on y’all guys’ faces.

Here’s a playlist containing the videos I took clips from.

(Credit to @butchpharah for the banner! Thank you so much for helping out!!)

Bruabba Week: Sunday, February 5th to Saturday, February 11th

Introduction: Thank you everyone, who suggested prompts for this week! It made my life a lot easier and there were some cool suggestions I’d never thought of! Big shoutout to all y'all for making this happen!

Anyways guys, it’s about time we celebrated these gang boyfriends, isn’t it? I love this ship with all of my heart so I decided to make an official event for them since no one else has before! As stated in the title, the week will run the 5th of February to the 11th, making for 7 days in total. Let’s celebrate the gay gangsters in style, shall we?

First thing is I’ll give you the prompts, and then under the cut will be the rules and whatnot for the the event. If you plan to participate in this, I’d advise you read this entire thing!

Day 1: First Kiss/First Date/First Fight
Day 2: Models for Gucci/Outfit Swap/Make-up
Day 3: How They Met/Gang Dad Shenanigans
Day 4: Mourning/Comfort/Fluff
Day 5: Sun and Moon/Confessions
Day 6: Monsters/AU/Road Trip
Day 7: Wedding/Future/Cop and Fisherman Reset Universe

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What Say You, Nashooligans?

And anyone else, of course.

Y’all know how I’ll crank out silly garbage from word prompts or images and I’m sticking #Nash Flurps on ‘em?  @butiaintgonnaloveem and I were chatting, and I probably should pick something for the ones where I’m… I’m… okay, let’s put it kindly: where I wreck/lay waste to/purposefully take “Imagines” out of context.

Here were my thoughts, y’all let me know what you think [and if you think of others] - I found a rando rhyming site and did not go through EVERY option for a word to rhyme with imagination, but these seem like pretty decent contenders:

Imagination….

  • …Damnation / Tarnation
  • …Frustration
  • …Mutation
  • …Salvation

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