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Sherlock Had a Little John

Sherlock had a little John
His jumper was white as snow
And everywhere that Sherlock went
His John was sure to go

John followed him to bed one day
Which was against the rule
Since John had said he was not gay
Because he was a fool

And so his Sherlock turned him out
But still he lingered near
And there he waited patiently
’Til Sherlock did appear

“Why does our John love Sherlock so?”
The eager shippers cried
“‘Cause Sherlock loves his John, you know,”
The author did reply.

I’ll be posting rhymes from my Mother Goose Ships Johnlock series every hour in honor of Sherlock Fandom Appreciation Day. If you’d like to read them all at once, you can find them on AO3.

i’m so sick of y’all complaining every time a kpop group disbands or faces some serious controversy because like???? you didn’t give a damn about them until you noticed they were trending on twitter or some other shit. remember sistar? 4minute? wonder girls? 2ne1? how many of you actually paid attention to them before they disbanded? why the hell did their sales skyrocket AFTER their contracts got terminated? maybe if y’all just stopped for a minute and started stanning more than one group we would be able to actually listen to some diverse music instead of the same three songs? whenever a girl group or a boy group goes on hiatus you want them back but when they actually have a comeback you just download the album illegally and feel like you’re a true fan because you reblogged some sad posts about them and tagged it with ‘same’. you have the nerve to come to our faves’ live interviews, v lives and spam the chatroom with your bias group’s name. like what the hell. y’all keep complaning about girl groups doing the same concept over and over but when they actually do something fun and original you just sleep on them so what’s even the point. either stick to your two overhyped groups or actually support those who need it the most. and before anybody replies that not all fans are like that, i know. i’m just sick of people who are like that

To all the people out there telling those hurt by everything that we’re reaching, that we’re overreacting, that we’re stupid for being upset, or any variation thereof, I need you to listen to me super carefully here:

That sentiment you’re sharing right there? How your poor little white celebrity puppies did nothing wrong and that it’s solely the lgbt fans fault? 

That is exactly one of the biggest reasons why what he did was harmful – regardless of his (later) apologies or not. 

Because his words, his song, his original apology, they validated your belief that people who ship fanon pairings are not regular people with real feelings. They validated your belief that we are all monster lgbt people who want to make everything gay. They validated your belief that we had this coming and that it was our fault for shipping something we knew wouldn’t become canon. 

They validated your belief so much that here you are, sending people hate, making ugly instagram posts about how you’re an ally to the community because you know gay people. They validated your belief so much that you think you can be an ally because you know gay people and if one gay person wasn’t offended, the rest of us shouldn’t be. Why not if one of us is upset, the rest of us should be? Because it’s the narrative you want. It’s the narrative that fits what your belief is.

His comments were rooted in heteronormativity and homophobia. I don’t think he is homophobic, I think as a straight person, he just doesn’t get it, and being raised in a homophobic society, we all have microaggressions that we have to constantly unlearn, and with any luck, he is now unlearning one of the many he probably still has left to unlearn. His comments were rooted in homophobia but the thing is, it’s allowed people to be openly and happily homophobic. 

It isn’t allowing people to say things that are rooted in homophobia where the people don’t know better. It’s allowing people to actually be homophobic

Jeremy is no longer the problem here. It’s every single person leeching off of this and telling lesbian, bi/pan, and gay people not to be upset. 

You are the problem. You were always going to be the problem in the first place. 

I am re-working one of my last posts into more of a story format, and will be posting them in sections as I complete them! Here is the first one:

Of all the times to get stuck in traffic, why did it have to be now? Kazit glanced anxiously from the clock on the dash, to the line of traffic on the freeway. He was never going to make it in time, and he knew it. Pulling out his phone, he typed out a quick text with shaky fingers: are you ok? No response. How could he have let her go out alone?

           It had started out as a normal hunt. He had disguised himself as a normal human, and had gone to the bar to find a girl to bring home for dinner. From experience, he knew the bar was one of the best places to do that. When your meal was intoxicated enough, they would hardly struggle when they realized your true intentions. Even better, they were easy to convince to come home with you, and usually didn’t suspect that they were ever in any danger until it was too late.

           Kazit still didn’t understand exactly why he hadn’t eaten this one. Maybe it was the way she had looked at him, with a mix of awe and respect, when he had transformed in front of her eyes. Maybe it was because she had, despite her intoxication, understood his need to feed, and offered herself up to him. Whatever had caused it, he had kept her around, and she had insisted on staying with him well into the next day.

           That had all happened well over a year ago.

           Before long, she had become a part of his daily routine, helping him to bag meals, and nursing his swollen, squirming belly as he spent a good part of the day digesting his catch.

            Now she was gone, and in a lot of trouble if he didn’t hurry up. The text he had gotten from her less than ten minutes ago had made his blood run cold. It had read: Help! In club. Please hurry

30 questions tag

Rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better.

i was tagged by @21yth and @2senpai 💕

  1. Nicknames: one but quite embarrasing
  2. Gender: female
  3. Star sign: sagittarius
  4. Height: 172cm
  5. Time: 10pm
  6. Birthday: 30th november
  7. favorite bands: bts, seventeen, mcr, panic! at the disco
  8. favorite solo artists: none
  9. Song stuck in my head: the beatles - all my loving
  10. Last movie watched: a silent voice
  11. Last show watched: stranger things
  12. When did i create my blog: a year ago
  13. What do i post: dark aesthetic
  14. Last thing googled: a silent voice sub
  15. do you have other blogs: @shizukki i post manga here
  16. Do you get asks: not really
  17. Why did u choose your url: 19 is just a random number and ‘kwan’ is from ‘seungkwan’ 
  18. Following: 213
  19. Followers: 2242
  20. Favorite colors: black, grey, white, pastels
  21. Average hours of sleep: 7-8
  22. lucky number: dont have one
  23. instruments: i was playing guitar
  24. what am i wearing: leggings and black tshirt
  25. how many blankets i sleep with: 1
  26. dream job: i think i’ve never had one
  27. dream trip: japan
  28. favorite food: rice, chicken, fruits
  29. nationality: polish
  30. favorite song now: imagine dragons - thunder

i tag: @ftbusan @ilovhyungline @tencafe @1snacc @wooseok @khsbf @jeonkyun @inlovewjk

Why, One Direction?

I was tagged by @heart-attack-harry​  and @theharrystyleseffect​ to do this challenge:

“Why, one direction? What brought you, what kept you around, why did you choose to place affection towards these boys?”

Oh boy, this is gonna be hard to answer!

So, I first heard of One Direction when they released the song WMYB. I remember seeing the video each time I turned the TV on, on any of the musical channels like MTV and all that stuff (I used to have those on the TV while I was doing homework). Anyway, they didn’t light anything inside me, I just liked the tune and it kept being like this for years. I listened to LWWY and Kiss You on the radio as well as on the MTV channel (I say MTV now because I think it’s the most probable, but I actually can’t remember which channel it was). Then I didn’t hear a single thing from them, until Story Of My Life was released. It hit the radio pretty hard and one of my best friends was really into that song, she kept singing it all day long, even though she’d never really liked 1D, so I ended up loving that song. When I checked out the music video it got me emotional to the point of crying, I don’t know why. It’s true I’m a very emotional person, but it’s not that easy that music touches me and makes me cry, the same happens with music videos. I legit only remember crying with that one and a couple more from other artists along the years.

Originally posted by one-direction-lyrics

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I’ve been tagged by @bialevin

Rule: Tag 9 followers that you’d like to know better.

Name: Crazy AU writer

Star sign: Pieces

Lucky number: I don’t believe in luck

Last thing I googled: The Guardian

Favorite Fiction Character: SERENA CAMPBELL. my one true love

What are you wearing right now: red dress

When did you start this blog: can’t remember

Amount of followers: 573. Which I really should remember whenever I overshare.

What do I post: Berena. Berena. Berena. Mostly fanfiction and fanvideos, and occasionally shitty edits/ salty text posts. I reblog a lot of Doctor Who though and some Orphan Black, Peaky Blinders, assorted middle-aged female actresses.

Do I run any more blogs: no

Do I get a lot of asks: no

Why did I choose this URL: Speaks for itself

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it.

Why Commenting On FanFiction Is Important

Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.

I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.

When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.

I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”

Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”

That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.

After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.

Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.

A few hours later, I get this comment:

I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.

In four days.

It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.

Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”

are you a dinosaur or dragon person? are you a planets or stars person? are you a shiny or matte person?

We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.

But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.

Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.

I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.

So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.

“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”

“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”

“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.

Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.

Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.

“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”

“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”

“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.

“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”

“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”

“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills. 

“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.

Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.

“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”

“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”

Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.

These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov. 

‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life. 

Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.

Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices. 

Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.

And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.

He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.

He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.

He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man. 

He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.

And also:

So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby

After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.

“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”

“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.

Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.


Joe Biden + Guide to Troubled Birds 


Stanuary week three: Memories
Bit by bit all of his memories return, but not all of them are good ones.

You can see all of my Stanuary entries here.

lance: *sits bolt upright in bed* why did keith and i hold hands for no reason that one time while gazing longingly into each other’s eyes oh my god
keith: *muffled into the pillow next to him* because we’re fucking dating can you shut the fuck up and go back to sleep

Following this post and a lot of anon back and forth, here’s the alpha crew as a few other of the Voltron characters!

What was that? Did you want me to post one of the forever-inconsistent portraits of my hot babes? Alright sure, why not.

Edit: I actually kind of want to see people color this. If you’re up for it, go ahead!!