Well, Tumblr is just reblogging that “May the Fourth Be With You” post over and over again on my behalf. (And I never tried to blog it in the first place.)  I had to delete five different copies of it.

Time to change my password, I guess.

Hopefully it’s just a bug - weird that it’s fixating on that post otherwise.

EDIT: And I just checked my queue, and it’s in there 80 fucking times. I DEFINITELY never did that.

EDIT 2: There have been no other log-ins except from  my browser for the past 30 days, and that post was a new one. So no Fucking Clue what happened. Maybe Tumblr just broke shit again.

EDIT 3: deleted all 80 instances of that @manny-jacinto and @fandom Star Wars day post from my queue this morning. Logged on this evening to find that Tumblr had added 32 more reblogs of it into my queue AND posted one new one.

I deleted them all (never reblogged or added that post to my queue in the first place. I certainly have no idea how to add ANY post to my queue 112 times!)

But I see that even with a (for the second time today) clean queue there is 1 post left that I, as the blog owner, can’t even see. And I’m sure it’s that stupid May the 4th post again.

I have reset my password, even though nobody but me has logged into my account for the past 30 days. I’ve NEVER tried to reblog that post. I looked at it once on my browser, and @staff have decided I need to add it over 100 times to my queue? What did I do to have you fuck with me like this? Please stop.

Kind of feeling a bit meh about this season of Schmigadoon/Schmicago.

Partly because, like Melissa, this era of musicals is not really my thing.

I’ve been playing Gotham Knights, and the best thing about the game so far is the Surprise Bi Dick Grayson.

I have my first, official Old Person Opinion (TM)

The game is: Fuck, Marry, Kill.

It isn’t fucking: Kiss, Marry, Avoid

Get the hell outta here with that Kindergarten nonsense. Keep the blood and viscous fluids in the game!

I got a message from an NFT spam bot in my messages.

I am appalled at the audacity.

This is a wholesome, trad-Tumblr blog! We only allow pornbot follow spammers around here!

I feel like it’s 50/50 on if Bells Hells end up heroes or if they just decide to ritually sacrifice Orym one day in an attempt to bring about the second apocalypse.

I was all set to have a bad day, but then the Mighty Nein animated series announcement dropped.

Now, I’m still in pain, but I’m also happy.

Which, now that I think of it, is basically how most of the M9 campaign went. lol.

As much as I side-eye parts of John’s arc in Season 4 of Sherlock, I do find the bit about his blog going down in quality to be hilarious.

At first, I thought it was meant to infer that Sherlock had taken over the blog. And it isn’t as ‘good’ as it used to be because nobody ever wants to read Sherlock’s blogging.

But then I thought about it. Both John and Sherlock immediately correct the nurse to say that it’s John’s blog. When she says it’s gone downhill in quality lately, John looks offended.

Which can only mean that John continued to update the blog even though he supposedly was totes done with Sherlock. And that’s just funny to me.

Yeah, yeah. That whole arc was manufactured ~Drama~ and all that.

But also...

Was John just, like, calling up all their mutual friends and passive-aggressively writing up blog entries with second-hand information?

Did he have conversations with himself (AKA Imaginary Mary) about his entries? Fighting over whether or not to call Sherlock clever or brilliant?

Did he start writing in nasty messages like “Stupid Sherlock - nobody should care about him btw - solved another case. I GUESS. Anyway, I hate him now. Updates will be on Tuesdays and Thursdays as usual. Please make sure to use my affiliate links if you’re buying anything from one of my partnered sites!”

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Mycroft Holmes Additional Tags: Crack, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Slow Burn, Humor, First Time, Christmas, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Magic, Biphobia, Holidays, Unhealthy Relationships, Awkward Sexual Situations Summary:

John Watson was born the third child of Santa Claus. He had a family obligation to go out into the wide world, find a nice lover, and bolster the Spirit of Christmas with their love.

John Watson decided to be normal instead. Something he excelled at until the day he fell in-love with the worst sort of man and started gaining the powers of Christmas.

Is it both out of the Christmas season AND later than I planned to finish this fic? Yes. But fuck yeah, it’s finished! So Imma celebrate my 33k crack fic anyway!

Took three weeks to write 3k words.

Then when I force myself to just finish this damn fic already, I write almost another 3k on what was supposed to be a sex-epilogue. Which is now filled with dialogue and not so much sex.

And, honestly? I give up. I’m just going to proof read that sucker in the morning and go with it.

It’s the most I’ve managed to write in years, and I am beyond caring if it is good. I only care that I’ve finally finished something.

I haven’t seen anyone mention this quick little moment. Miles was actually about to say, “The game is afoot,” to start the game, but Benoit cut him off. This is another hint that Miles is actually just an idiot, because he was going to misattribute that quote to Dr. Watson instead of Sherlock Holmes.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Mycroft Holmes Additional Tags: Crack, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Slow Burn, Humor, First Time, Christmas, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Magic, Biphobia, Holidays, Unhealthy Relationships, Awkward Sexual Situations

Summary:

John Watson was born the third child of Santa Claus. He had a family obligation to go out into the wide world, find a nice lover, and bolster the Spirit of Christmas with their love.

John Watson decided to be normal instead. Something he excelled at until the day he fell in-love with the worst sort of man and started gaining the powers of Christmas.

Author’s Notes:

*Slaps John Watson's ass* You can defile so many Christmas traditions with this baby!

Seriously though. This fic is what happens when your years long health, mental health, and general well-being crisis finally relents long enough for you to want to write something again. And then your dead fandom, cracky holiday fic gets way too long. But you have family obligations (TM) that mean you can't even get it finished and posted by Christmas.

If you're looking for me at my best, when I'm tragic and meaningful... This ain't it. This is me back on my shit again, slapping random fandom thoughts on the wall like half-cooked spaghetti. That's the crack content you're signing up for.

So, anyway. This is the first half. I have 9k of the second half written, but probably won't be able to post it until early January. It's not beta read. (Hell, it's not even really proof read all that well. But Fuck it. Christmas Fic is at LEAST going to get posted for Christmas.)

Fanfic is that genre of writing where somebody can make a really good work with wonderfully flawed characters. And then slap on a last chapter where the angst is, somehow, just all one partner’s fault. And the other very flawed asshole is simply a wounded lamb who never has to even try to make amends for jack shit or try to change. Because “It’s just the way I am! I told you, and you should just blindly accept that!”

Oh, Not-at-all-Honey, you deserved the “Wow. I’m glad I hit self-realization, because you’re actually an awful person who has no desire to work through your own issues, and fuck you very much for putting this all on me,” ending.

(Like, I’m sure this is present in my own writing as well. It’s just always funny to me that this is such a widely accepted practice in fanfic because it’s so ubiquitously tied to having a favorite character in the canon show/book/whatever.)

I love that the in-canon reason that they don’t have Caduceus with them is because Yasha still thinks that she has magical messaging powers, and NOBODY in the Nein wants to bother correcting her about it.

“We COULD take a powerful cleric with us to protect the world. But that would mean letting Yasha know the truth. And, honestly, I’d rather die.”