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Canon: and so they never met

Fanfic: here’s a funny story

Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.

Fanfic: Actually,

Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms

Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!

Canon: … and they were roommates.

Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…

Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.

Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened

Canon: They had a coffeeshop

Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS

Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions

Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN

Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best

Canon: They were straight

Fanfic: Lol

THE LAST ONE IS THE BEST ONE

I love fanfic so so so much.

Canon: Am I joke to you?

Fanon: No, just a disappointment.

I wasn’t going to reblog then the last line killed me.

he'll do things to dicks you cannot conceive of

‘pierre gasly finding out what it’s like to be the meat in a ferrari sandwich’ said so boldly like thats not been written on ao3 before

I feel like I’m exposing myself a little bit with this bc my introduction to fic is soo random I think, but whatever your answer please tell me the story! I wanna know haha

Being older is weird - so let’s play a game about it!

Hey remember when they found over 200 bodies of native children buried behind a residential school and the world cared for... what, a week?

They've counted about 6,000-7,000 now, for those of you who do still care

It should NOT fall on Indigenous people's shoulders to keep this known still. We’ve been doing that for generations at this point and NO ONE wants to listen to us.

We’re tired, mourning and constantly reopening our trauma and pain to keep people caring about us. It’s terrible.

I should start by noting that I am white, and not Canadian, and that if op wants me to remove this comment for any reason, please let me know.

This is a map of all the residential schools in Canada:

[link to the article it’s attached to, it’s interactable there, so you can get a better look around]

Each dot on this map represents a residential school. Blue dots mean the school is considered completely searched. Yellow dots mean they are either in the process of being searched or there are plans to be searched. Red dots indicate that no search has happened and that no search is currently planned

There were more than 130 residential schools in Canada. This map suggests that only six have been fully searched, and a little more than a dozen partially searched (I counted 15 yellow dots). That leaves at least 109 schools completely untouched.

Let that sink in; if 6,000-7,000 unmarked, indigenous children’s graves were found by searching less than a fifth of all the schools, how many are still undiscovered.

Wikipedia estimates that the body count could be over 50,000, and honestly, that could be a low estimate

if i tell yall what i did on the tram today yall would call it a fake tumblr story i think

oh?

so it helps to know that my mindset at the time was influenced by having been transphobically sealioned at a temping agency earlier, as well as spontaneously turning up to a different temping agency without an appointment & actually landing with them after THOSE guys turned out to be cool.

I was on the tram (crowded tram) (just after 11 AM) on my way home full of adrenaline still, and saw my dad eating a banana on the platform. I could get out of the tram to say hi, but then i'd miss the tram, or worse, hold it up. What i COULD do, however, is sprint out of the tram as soon as the door opens, take a bite from the banana my dad is holding, and SPRINT back into the tram before the doors close. So That Is What I Did.

unfortunately now roughly half of the passengers of the tram were looking at me like I was suddenly some sort of feral spirit of hunger or perhaps a strange insect of some sort.* Fortunately, the truth was also the ONE sequence of words that could make what they had just witnessed okay. I went "das ist mein papa!!!" which is german for "thats my dad!!!!!"

My dad seemed genuinely delighted by this btw. the look on his face was fucking PRICELESS

i would like to beat the little german boy accusations based on my behavior before they arise. i am in fact a tall german trans girl.

however in everything except body i AM calvin from calvin & hobbes

I respect bees more than I respect white men in positions of power

that’s because we actually need bees

Lewis and Seb 🤍

My name is fan And wen its nite Wen normal fowk ar sleeping tite Wen showrunners Hav ben a dic I do the thing. I rite the fic.

My name fanarts And wen its nite Wen tumblr fowk shitpost and fite I drink de wine i read the fic I do the thing. I art the dic.

Seb + Lewis re-united in Monaco 🥹

I am OBSESSED with people telling me how they met the love of their life. Just found out my director met his wife through a misdirected email - that’s fate right there.

“I saw her last name was Jewish - and I’m Jewish, so when I corrected the email I told her Shabbat Shalom with a smiley face — this was the very beginning of the emoticon era, you understand. She had a watermark of a dog rescue at the bottom of her email, and I love dogs, so I found her website and there she was — all these videos of her rehabilitating dogs and talking about the organization. I fell in love with her just from those videos.”

“I asked if we could meet for coffee, told her I was looking for volunteer opportunities — which was halfway a lie — and she said ‘okay, but just so you know I have a boyfriend, so this is strictly business,’ and I was so disappointed, but I did want to meet her. We sat in that coffeeshop until they turned the lights out on us, and she broke up with her boyfriend the next day.”

MULTIPLE people in the notes have told me how important these tags are to them so here’s to keeping it in the main post.

“why does that character have to be queer?”

why not?

“why does that character have to be trans?”

why not?

“why does that character have to be a poc?”

why not?

this post is making straight cis white ppl angry keep reblogging it

Another good response along with “Why not?” - “As opposed to?”

Just watch them try not to say ‘normal’, JUST WATCH THEM.

This has taken a few attempts to get all the elements together, but as soon as the title for the new Grand Tour special, EuroCrash, was announced, my mind went immediately to another iconic TV show of my dim and distant youth: the similarly-titled Eurotrash.

I suspect many of you may either be insuffiently old or insufficiently British to have a clue what I'm talking about, so here's a primer...

Eurotrash was a 1990s celebration of the best/worst (depending on your persective) of European culture, often in extremely questionable taste. It was presented by the sharply-dressed Antoine De Caunes, and the enfant terrible of high fashion, Jean Paul Gaultier, who often turned up in Breton stripes and kilts. They'd often abandon their usual style though, dressing in anything from ponchos and sombreros to stockings and suspenders, and even as the then-Prince Charles and Princess Diana. The features on the show involved some weird, wonderful, and just plain gross performances, and a rota of recurring guests included German performance artists Eva and Adele, and the late French adult performer Lolo Ferrari (yes, Eurotrash had a Ferrari of sorts), who was primarily famous for her unfeasibly large breast implants. Popping up among the outrageously dubbed foreign language video clips, which included exaggerated scripts and comedic accents, were the "famous" Eurotrash puppet giraffes, Pepe and Popo. Eurotrash was a brave attempt to demonstrate that we're all just as bonkers as one another, once you get past the flags and the language barriers.

I bloody loved Eurotrash.

And so I am sure this was at the back of the GT team's minds when they named their forthcoming central European roadtrip. And that's certainly what sprang straight to the front of mine!

Why does "you're a class traitor to want to make money from your art" apply only to artists? it's fascinating. Are you a class traitor to not want your labor stolen in other ways also. Who are you people

#youre a class traitor if you want to be paid to be a cashier #if you were a true proletariat youd do it for the love of customer service #thats how yall sound when you say things like that

the thing about doing archeological excavations on livejournal is that you will find the most fucked up, horrific, legitimately sadistic, gorey torture fanfiction for your favourite characters, and it is not only in character but also well written, and then you look at the comments and they're all like 'ohmigod SQUEE!! *dies crying*" and you know what? they don't make fandom like that anymore

Farewell to Tina Turner 

November 26, 1939 - May 24, 2023