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Currently seriously thinking of writing an UnOrdinary fanfic that would be just your average "i got isekaied in the fantasy novel i was reading" webtoon style story except the main character wakes up as a lower mid-tier from New Bostin, who is explained they were sent in a coma by John but now they woke up. And then "oh yeah btw your application for Wellston high has been accepted" and there are every possible tropes crammed in it, the "trying to make my fave survive the story", the "investing in the right stuff at the right time" the "making friends with people who will end up relevant", the "trying to set up my otp with each other/trying to date my fave", the "came to the big confrontation location with popcorn so i could watch" etc.

Main character's power would be something completely unhelpful in regards to the story but useful as a narrator, for example ability gauging like the guy from the mall in the first few arcs.

Also they would definitely be a rarepair nut and try to set up, idk, Vaughn and Valerie together or something ("yeah both their names start by v that's got to mean something") (not mocking rarepair nuts it's me i'm rarepair nut)

The end of the fic ends up with them waking up as a character from Cursed Princess Club or another big webtoon and realizing they're cursed to wreck havoc in every webtoon on their reading list before going back to their worlds, OR them waking up as themselves and posting an Ao3 update like "sorry for the wait, i got isekaied" refuse to elaborate, screenshot by someone, put on tumblr, 100k notes world heritage post etc.

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i can never write a soulmates au cause i very quickly stop thinking about romance and start thinking about the sociological implications of a world where soulmates are a confirmed verifiable thing

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"My childhood was so awesome. Kids today don't even know!"

Isn't a flex.

It's a lament.

More people should understand that.

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if a hand kiss isn’t done with either reverent trembling and closed eyes or with a certain slow sensuality and direct ‘fuck me’ eye contact, you are wasting my time and everyone else’s

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sydney filling in the role of older sister to jill when lissa kept avoiding her once they found out they were related. jill filling in the role of younger sister to sydney when sydney and zoe left on such bad terms

adrian being the only one who knows about mason’s death at the beginning of bloodlines and how much that impacted eddie. and how he knows why eddie is so devoted on protecting jill. because he failed once and now he has a chance to redeem himself and not have her end up like mason. when eddie figured out sydrian were in a secret relationship, he kept it to himself because he knew the implications it would lead to both of them.

eddie and sydney growing up internalizing the expectations of their jobs. both put everyone’s needs beyond their own because that’s what they were taught their whole life. they feel the need to be the problem-solvers, the heroes to everyone.

adrian looking after jill long before she was revealed to be a dragomir. he was probably her only friend at court, since he also feels like an outsider at court. then when jill has the bond, she understands adrian's actions and feelings.

sydney and adrian related to the expectations set by their families and friends. how they are the only one who sees the other's true self underneath the masks they put on for the rest of the world. they hold each other accountable for their mistakes and encourage to do better. they are each other cheerleader's. they grow together.

eddie and jill going through so much at such younger age and are both survivors. how eddie admires jill for her strength even before she became more confident, and how jill feels the same with eddie. how jill knows eddie so much, his devotion to protecting others, that she “freed” him from his duty to be her guardian to save sydney from re-education.

despite all their differences and all the reasons why they shouldn’t work out as family and friends, they proved everyone wrong.

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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Why would hide this in the tags??? Anyway yes. All of this.

Adrian telling Dimitri and Sonya to back off when Sydney says she doesn't want to give up her blood is so good.

Both of them are pushing and Sydney is acutely aware of how surrounded she is by Dhampir's and Moroi and how severely outnumbered she is and then Adrien steps in like "She said no, knock it off" proving to her that she isn't alone. That he's there and will stand by her no matter what.

And it's just...

I love it so much. I could reread that scene 100 times and never get over it.

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Did it hurt…

When the maintenance man pushed you down the stairs, you died, and your classmates celebrated your death?

#Nancy Drew games #secrets can kill

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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

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*looking for a midnight snack* *gets flashbanged*

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The first time she remembers seeing him, is when she is guiding the soul of Dr. Jazzmine Fenton. The world renowned author and psychologist.

Jazz had lived a long life, it only been a few days after her 87th birthday. She had passed gently in her sleep.

Death of the Endless was used to the people she guided having some questions or confusion.

Jazz was a rare one. She was quiet. Just giving Death an understanding nod and her arm.

At the end of their journey, before Jazz entered the Sunless lands. She stopped.

Turning to lock eyes with Death, the woman spoke.

"HELP HIM".

There was weight behind her words, this wasn't a request.

Before Death could answer, Jazz had turned and entered the sunless lands.

It was the heavy weight of the womans words that had Death returning to where she had collected the soul of Jazzmine Fenton.

There she met him.

Sitting next to the cooling body, holding her hand as tears silently ran down his cheeks.

He couldn't be more than 14. His sickly pale skin and fluffy black hair reminded her fondly of her brother.

To her surprise, the boy turned to look at her. Could see her.

The heavy sharp look behind his eyes reminded her of Dream as well.

"She's gone". He spoke quietly.

It wasn't a question, she nodded anyway.

He looked back at the body, gently placing the hand he held back on the bed. Standing up, he kissed her forehead and stepped away.

"Can you take me too?" Barely a whisper.

Her confusion continued. She shook her head. " it's not your time." She replied gently, laying a hand on his shoulder only to startle back as she felt his soul. He was dead.

The surprise must have shown on her face as the boy let out a defeated sigh. As more tears filled his eyes.

"Then when, it's been decades."

Gathering herself, she put both her hands back on his shoulders, looking down at the dead child. She didn't understand herself. The boy was one of hers, yet she hadn't given him her gift, and she couldn't guide him. There was no path for him to be guided down.

Softly she rubbed the boys shoulders and gently smiled before replying.

" I don't know," she paused, "but we'll figure it out".

She took the boys hand as she led him away from the room.

Time to cash in on the favour Dream owed her. She had a feeling her brother and his immortal lover will have a positive affect on the sad young boy, while she figures out why the boy is stuck.

Part 1??

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An old concept that I'm still feral over, but a Dreamling fic in which the dreamling relationship is chronicled entirely by Yelp reviews of the New Inn.

Reviews are either 5* or 1* with surprisingly little in between, and the business owner replies are always a riot. They start off fairly normal, talking about the food and drink, the couple of guest rooms upstairs, the location and prices etc, but then they start to get weird.

Constantine leaves 3*, beer is shit whiskey is ok not haunted which is more than I can say for most london pubs and the response is Thanks Jo, but you're still banned

4* this place is run by my history professor and it's amazing but he asked me about my overdue essay three times so I can't give it 5* and Hob, who has had multiple students visit the pub for the sole purpose of doing this, is just like you still haven't submitted that, get off yelp and start citing your sources

There are multiple 5* reviews like would give 10* if i could, the owner chased off a neo nazi with a literal sword he pulled out from behind the bar

5* should probably give it less because a couple of times the answers to the history round on the monthly quiz night have been wrong, but otherwise it's a solid little place for a reasonably priced pint and a nice afternoon and Hob's response is just those answers were right

And then Dream comes back and the reviews start... Changing, a bit

One of the 1* reviews is just complaining about the fact that there was a bird at the bar and no one got rid of it and the reply from Hob is that's Matthew, he has a tab. Several of the 5* reviews are also about the fact that sometimes there's a bird in the bar

One of the 5* reviews is saw the most beautiful goth twink in the world, will definitely be going back and Hob nearly deletes that one. The reply instead is that's my boyfriend, unlike Matthew he never pays his tab

5* i have no idea how i got there or found the place because i swaer i was halfway across london from where google maps says it is but anyway the bartender was really great and understandig when I started crying on him, will defiantely go back if reality ever warps like that again. Response from owner: yeah sorry about the reality warping, we don't get it either

1* I only wish I could have given this establishment a glowing review – fabulous service, lovely food and a sumptuous wine I hadn't expected, but unfortunately I had to see my brother's face. Response from owner: Desire get off the internet, it doesn’t need your help

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So... I've been skimming through brief lives and like... Delirium makes me cry. That is all.

#the sandman #delirium of the endless

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So... did Neil Gaiman respond yet?

I don’t think I could talk about The Sandman on here because, like, Neil Gaiman is here, just hanging out. I’d be like “Oh, I like how they visualized this one scene, it was different from the comics but I don’t think they original comics visualizations would have worked in live action “ or whatever And then Neil Gaiman might appear like “Yeah, we were having trouble figuring out how to do that scene until one of our production designers had a vivid hallucination while eating a 3AM Gyro purchased from an all-night food truck outside the Bass Pro Shop pyramid” and I don’t think I’m ready for that experience. Alternatively, I could say “Dream is a little too scrungly to be a classic Tumblr Sexyman, but he is prime meow-meow blorbo material” and Neil Gaiman might appear and say “Yeah, we were having trouble figuring out the exact ratio of Sexyman, poor little meow meow, and Blorbo, but the final characterization appeared to Tom Sturridge in a vivid hallucination while eating a 3AM Gyro purchased from an all-night food truck outside the Bass Pro Shop pyramid” and I don’t think I’m ready for THAT either.

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It’s finally happened.

After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.

“I like your shoelaces.”

Oh. Oh no.

I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”

The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”

Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.

Tumblr rite of passage. Achievement unlocked.

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whenever people are like “SKETCHING CIRCLES IN SAI IS SO HARD” im like