#I don’t make the rules I just work here

[mediumgayitalian]

The satellite dish at Camp Half-Blood would be better suited as a cereal bowl.

It hardly works. It catches a grand total of nineteen channels, twelve of which are news stations, and the final seven almost never have anything playing that’s actually worth watching. But the DVD player only ever works every third month, and the strawberry plants have to be watered, so on rainy days, the sixteen of them cram into the rec room of the Big House, organised, fight-reduction seating for as long as Nyssa can tiredly maintain it, and squabble over the remote.

“It’s my turn! Give it to me!”

“Quit whining you little twerp —”

“Will! Make her give me the remote!”

“Snitch! Snitch! Sherman, beat him up —”

Nico narrowly dodges Kayla’s dirty sneaker, sniggering to himself as Will and Sherman share, for perhaps the first time in either of their lives, an identical sigh of endless suffering, each grabbing one sibling and yanking backwards. They’ve really dug their claws in, so it takes a couple tries.

“Kayla,” Will warns, both hands clamped around her ankles, “if you don’t let go in three damn seconds —”

“Ellis sucks at picking channels!”

“Everybody sucks at picking channels! We got maybe four to choose from!”

“Seven,” correct several people at once.

Will rolls his eyes. “Forgive me. I forgot about the three toddler channels the rest of y’all babies are so enthralled by.”

“As if you don’t watch Sesame Street with as much childlike glee as the rest of us, Solace.”

“Can it, Diaz. Kayla, remove your nails from his face!”

A hand tugs on his sleeve. Nico glances over to find Austin’s big, pleading eyes, and since he is a massively weak loser, apparently, he sighs, mouth twitching when Austin wiggles happily, and plunges his hand into the nearest shadow.

He digs around for a second, trying to orient himself, and smirks when he sees his hand reappear across the couch, right in between Kayla and Ellis’ heads. He waits, watching for a break. Austin watches carefully next to him, hands still around his other wrist, and when the timing is right — a twitch in Kayla’s knee indicating an oncoming kick that even Will won’t be able to stop — he squeezes. Nico darts between them, snatching the remote for himself. He passes it to Austin with a wink. Austin points it to the TV immediately, clicking it to what everyone has aptly named the ‘Grandma Channel’ — twenty-four-seven footage of gardening set to quit jazz.

Thirteen groans — one cheer by Miranda, their lone ally — sound at once.

“You’re weak as all hell, di Angelo,” Billie informs him, obviously a fake gardener. Shame.

He makes a face at her.

Despite their troubles, the peace of the Grandma Channel does not last. In what can only be a coordinated attack, Nico and Austin are lulled into a false sense of security, entranced by a particularly satisfying timelapse of a grape vine, and when their guards are down, they are ambushed. With a deafening war cry, Harley is flung bodily on top of the two of them, landing with two gleeful elbows to Nico’s shoulder and Austin’s ribs, rendering them breathless and perhaps even close to death.

“No maiming,” Austin protests, wheezing.

“I’m telling Chiron,” Nico agrees, similarly struggling to reinflate his lungs. He glances at his medic boyfriend, also known as Judas, who only shrugs, smirking. His thumb is notably smeared with grease, a consequence of touching Harley no matter how many times Nyssa forces him to shower. Traitor. “No maiming is, like, the only rule here.”

Harley climbs off of them, elbows once again violating the rule on the way off. Nico actually feels his spleen compress into the size of an atom.

“Tough!”

The little twerp hands his prize to his big sister, who points it at the screen gracefully, as if she did not just use said brother as a weapon against two innocent people. Constantly innovative, those Hephaestus children.

Nyssa, on account of having hands like steel wires and a right hook that could make Muhammad Ali fall crying to his knees, is left peacefully alone with the remote. Nico glares at her, as he often does, with equal amount of hatred and awe. His emotions are widely replicated across the overstuffed couches.

She clicks rapidly through the channels, as she always does, fast enough that the sound echoes like static along with the rain.

breaking — jump! — traffic — learn — George — crayon — soil — sale —

She hardly rests in a channel for more than a second, cutting in the middle of sentences and even words, images flashing rapidly across the screen, swirling colour and skipping melodies, steadied by the roll of thunder, the patter of raindrops, the roar of wind and away of bending trees.

kids! — buy — gun — bridge — add — spade — colour — nine — east —

Austin sighs from beside him, sinking into the couch. Nico breaks away from the hypnosis for a moment to glance at the rest of the room and finds everyone else similarly entranced; eyes half-lidded and unfocused against the still-swirling TV, heads tilted back, curled into each other, limbs slow, fingers tapping quietly.

run — neat — rose — pasta — schools — closure — Sola — bumper —

“Wait,” Will murmurs.

gym — roll — climb — bush — accident — bud —

The old couches creak as Will shifts, Kayla pushed gently to the side as he moves forward.

“Nyssa, wait. Go back.”

The rain seems to mute itself. Nico is aware, quite suddenly, of the stiff set to Will’s spine, the odd quality of his voice. Nyssa, too, must recognize it, because she glances over at him, then slowly back to the TV, pressing the channel button once and setting the remote carefully on the coffee table in front of her.

No one grabs it.

“— terrible tragedy,” says a news anchor. “Unbelievably, really, Barbara, and something so sudden —”

“No,” Will says.

“Yes, Dave, always something you read about in old newspapers but never remember happens in real life —”

“No. No.”

He reaches for the remote but misses the first time, patting blindly on the table, and the second time, too, eyes glued to the bright screen. His hand scrabbles, nails digging on the old wood, increasingly desperately, but his eyes won’t move, face won’t pivot. Nico swallows, pushing back the sting of bile crawling slowly up his throat, the dullness in his ear, muffled like his ear is turned to a soundproofed wall. The hands he tells to reach over and hand the remote to Will don’t work.

“— almost makes me think of James Dean. That’s Naomi Solace, for those just tuning in, currently in critical condition from a head-on collision with a semi in Savannah, Georgia —”

Nico’s ears white out completely.

Will’s knees hit the floor.

———

next

#MORE IS COMING DO NOT LET ME FLAKE #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #camp half blood #solangelo #will solace angst #angst #emotional angst #my writing #fic #longpost

[fumifooms]

Wait one darn diggity second what’s this about unmarried half-foot women being embarrassing for the family, what’s this about being unmarried as a half-foot being "different [worse than] for other races". Maybe Flertom and Puckpatti’s intensity about finding a husband is the norm, maybe Meijack, despite Chilchuck approving of her disinterest in romance, is the one who’s considered weird by social standards.

Maybe they’re less well-adjusted than I thought. Don’t misunderstand me I’m aroace, but if there’s a lot of societal pressure and it’s considered a failure if you’re not married, it is notable when all 3 of your kids haven’t married past the time that’s expected. For reference adulthood for a half-foot is reached at 14, Chil got married at 13, Puckpatti is 14 while Flertom and Meijack are 16. The other half-foot character we have is Mickbell who is also unmarried, unsurprising considering his situation. I don’t think them not having married is about their family being poorer, if anything I’d think Chil’s family is on the comfier end of half-foot families with the high wages he gets paid with and the nice living conditions we’ve seen (although we don’t know when he started being paid well). We know about Flertom having high standards, but she and Puckpatti are actively looking to date, so there’s something going on here whatever it is.

It is nice that it doesn’t seem like Chilchuck cares at all. I imagine that their mother must have also not pressured them into marrying at all, maybe even encouraged them not to marry if they didn’t have someone, which is sweet. And understandable, considering she might not want her daughters to live with…….. Being stuck in an unhappy marriage. And here comes in what I meant when I said well-adjusted, daddy issues. We aren’t shown a lot of Chil’s married life, but I would bet my life on there having been tensions and warning signs. Especially since since the daughters and Chil hadn’t seen each other since the separation before post-canon, there’s an air of not having been very surprised or panicked about the whole thing: the separation wasn’t unexpected. Having to watch your parents fall out of love and growing up in an environment like that can be hard, and not exactly put you in the mood to try and find romance and marry. Fear of abandonment, fear of intimacy, stunted emotional intelligence, fear of commitment… Oh girlies I am about to extrapolate so much from this

Half-foot society has a lot of coding I don’t have enough specialized knowledge to pin down, but they’re a poor working class people, anglo peasant vibes. They have tightly knit communities, but then the double edge is that if your community has expectations and rules to belong the pressure will be harsh and it can end up being more isolating if you deviate from it. Marriage historically and in Dunmeshi has a lot of economical aspects, in Laios’ Adventurer’s Bible profile for example dowries are hinted at.

So the pressure to marry might very well originate from the need to bring money in to your family, and to unite families as allies. And from there it grows into an expectation, and thus if they aren’t marred it’s "an unmarried woman was deemed unfit by suitors, something with her must be off"/"This woman was unable to provide for her family, she must be a burden on them" which results into the family having a bad reputation. If Flertom says it’s worse for half-foots than other races, the reasons must be either social or economical or both. There’s of course their lifespan being shorter too, so that might play into it, expectations to go about things quickly and to have a fast life cycle and making sure to have kids. As we see with Laios having kids is a pressure that does exist globally as well. Elves are another interesting example of how familial expectations are like in Dunmeshi and heirdom and whatnot, but free me I just wanted to bring up the possibility of Childaughters being societal misfits and having relational issues.

#Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #Meta #dungeon meshi #chilchuck’s family #Flertom #puckpatti #meijack #fumi rambles #What if Chil’s family truly is considered like the local rich stuck up fam #“The father head of the family is a union man and daughters aren’t even married” they have it so good blabla don’t bring ur business there #Or something #I’ll be adding this to my family masterpost just gimme like a week

[littlemissferret]

SERIES : BASTARDS IN MÜNCHEN

03 // literal pillow talk - [ series masterlist : 02 ,, 04 ]

sypnosis: you executed a genius idea to solve the sleeping arrangement issue

gn prns used (once). bm academy timeline. cw: nothing. surprisingly tame interactions. eepy kaiser. tame ness. reader still delulu.

Being trapped in a facility full of football-crazed men must be getting to you. Or could it be the unbearable summer heat that had fried your brain up during practice today?

Either way, Kaiser thinks that you’re losing it. Whatever show you’re putting on right now must not make sense to him at all. He scrunches his face up and side-eyes you hard.

“And what exactly are you planning on doing with these?” He gestures towards your form, “You’re ruining the mattresses. Not to mention, the floor is dusty. You do know that you’re dirtying what we sleep on, right?”

“You’re ruining my vibe,” you grunt, completely disregarding his question. You continue pulling Grim’s mattress onto the floor. “Get out of here if you’re not gonna help me,” you huff as you push the mattress against a few others that are already on the ground.

His face sours even further, if that’s even possible. “Help you mess up our mattresses? No thanks, you can do your dirty work yourself.” He waves at you dismissively, “Besides, what are you doing with them? Laying them all over the place.” He tries to ask again.

Giving a few pats on the duvets that you’ve pulled down along with the mattresses and pillows, you grin confidently at him and proudly gesture your arms to your organised hard work.

“With this arrangement, none of us will have to fight for the winner’s bed ever again!” You exclaim, “Now praise me for my genius. None of you could come up with a solution for such an easy case, but I did it rather effortlessly.” You place your chin between your index finger and thumb delightfully as you glance at your masterpiece.

Kaiser stares at you, wondering how you were brought up as a child. Has no one ever humbled you before? Told you that you’re really not all that?

He held his tongue, he'd rather not argue with you right now. He's too sleepy and will not risk losing a petty spitting game.

He lets out a deep, dramatic sigh as he sluggishly plops down onto his mattress that you’ve placed next to your own.

You were tolerable, to an extent. For most of the day, he could mingle well with you just fine. You proved to be extremely useful on the field too- having a rather high level of plays and vision compared to most of your peers, you always know how to get to the best position to receive or pass the ball from or to him. However, there are times when everyone needs a break from interacting with you.

“No one else other than you would’ve thought of sleeping on the floor. We’re literally given beds,” he mumbles into his pillow. “I’m too drained to care right now. Goodnight.”

“What?” You frown at his indifference, expecting him to engage with you for a little longer. “Don’t go falling asleep now! Erik hasn’t come back with the snacks yet.” You pout in frustration, finding yourself tugging on his blond strands.

He groans at the pulling of his hair, lifting his hand to swat at you. “Stop that, it’s annoying.”

“Why would Gesner bring snacks in here, anyway? There’s a no-food rule in our bedrooms.”

Right before he regrets opening his mouth again, Ness walks into the room to see the grand sight of both you and his friend- laid down next to each other while you tug on the golden wisps.

As he was about to walk over to help his friend away from your incessant hair-pulling habit, he stopped and furrows his brows to process the new placements of the mattresses.

“What’s going on? Why are we sleeping on the floor today?”

“No idea, it’s their ''genius'' idea.” Kaiser answers before you could start, sarcasm edged into ‘genius’ as he spits the word out. He can’t wait to quickly fall asleep and wake up the next morning to play football again.

“Huh? Hey, what’s this new arrangement for?” Ness turns to question you as he crawls over to the both of you, oddly accepting of the said arrangement despite his initial confusion.

“Over here, Alexis,” you pat on the mattress to your left with a flirty grin, “I specially placed yours next to mine, juuust for you.”

Ness’ smile wavers as he stares at you wiggling your eyebrows, but settles down next to you anyway.

“Are you incapable of answering questions?”

You only huff at his tone- whatever, he’ll get around soon. For the time being you’ll just have to play along with his hard-to-get attitude. He can act pissy all he wants, but look who’s lying down to sleep next to you!

You smile brightly at him.

“We’re having a sleepover!” You clap your hands together, as Kaiser winces at the loud noise near his ear.

“A sleepover?” Both boys on your either side questions in unison.

“Yep! A sleepover,” You nod your head enthusiastically. “You know, like in movies? When people sleep over at their friends’ houses.”

Kaiser scoffs, turning in his mattress to face away from both you and Ness, “Obviously I know what that means, it’s not like I never had one or anything.”

Stinky liar.

“Oh,” Ness fidgets his fingers against his duvet nervously, his smile shrinks, “I never had one before.” He admits. Poor boy's family is allergic to having fun. Sleepovers aren't science-y enough, apparently.

“Neither have I,” your smile unwavering as you wave your hand at that statement, brushing off his nerves, “which is why we’re gonna have them every day from now onwards!” You declare, wearing a proud smirk on your face.

“We’ll have to wait for Erik to come back with the snacks to start, though.”

Kaiser huffs, “Whatever. Where’s Grim, anyway?”

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape, as you glance up at the ceiling to recall.

“Oh, I think I told him to wait outside of the showers to invite you guys here, like, an hour ago.”

© littlemissferret 2024 ✦ do not repost, translate or modify .

erm.. this is a lot tamer than i had planned. but i like it, some (semi) peaceful future-throuple bonding time.

- kinda made reader a touchy person . will this provide me more opportunities to piss off every single bm players ? - reader is the number #1 instigator

#- yu : writing ༊*·˚ #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #alexiss ness #alexis ness x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you

[ultralazycreatorfan]

Keefe and Dex have kissed now whether it was romantic or platonic I will leave up to you

#Like. They have #I don’t make the rules I just work here #kotlc #keefe sencen #dex dizznee #keefex

[quietwingsinthesky]

the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?

to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.

#regret here meaning less feeling the emotion of actual regret obviously because time lords do not actually funxtion on unicorn rules. they #already get sad just fine on their own. no humanity needed for that. #but i dont know. i just dont think he brushed it off so easily. i think he did a hell of a job convincing himself he did. #and what better way then to twist his own great works and destroy the species he was working so hard to save at the end of the universe. #but what about the knowledge that he *could* be that person. that somewhere in him exists a version that wanted to save people. #a version that is painfully too much like the doctor. even. now is that part worse or better than the human part? #but if past regenerations are ghosts i think yana deserves a haunt. #anyway maybe ignore this one im rambling about nothing here #theres just. i dont know. what if you were the last of your kind and in surviving you made yourself Not Like Them in a way you’ll never #escape. #i mean doctor who is just so concerned with all these plots about hybrids and children of the tardis and clones and What Makes A Time Lord. #but they’re so obsessed with it in just. a very Lore way. is what it feels like. we get brushes of more like with jenny and how she’s #physically a time lord and the doctor denies her that inheritance. a shared suffering… #but me myself im just fascinated with the doctor and the master as the time lords who survived. but they survived Wrong #its. its. children of gallifrey that don’t belong to her anymore. you know? #i dont care if river’s got time lord dna!!! or the metacrisis is physically human!!! i dont care!!! talk to me about what it means beyond #their blood and bones!!! what’s it like to have your sense of self stripped from you like that!!! #what’s it like when so much of you is the shed skin of time lords past. but one of you was human. one of you was painfully *humiliatingly* #human!!! #enough about how much dna you need to count as a time lord. i want to know how much they can mutate until they can’t be recognized as one. #does that make sense?

[padfootastic]

Day 2 - Posture

written for @prongsfoot-microfic

“Keep slouching like that, and you’ll end up stuck in that position before you hit thirty.” Professor McGonagall’s stern voice was accompanied by an intensely disapproving glare at Sirius’ sitting—no, slouching posture. He was currently half laid out on a couch, legs thrown over one arm of it and neck hanging off the other side. It was a very comfortable position and even McGonagall’s threats weren’t enough to make him budge.

“S’not like I can be any more bent, let’s be honest,” he muttered under his breath, smirking when Remus and James let out matching snorts of laughter, unable to contain their reactions.

“Mr. Black!” McGonagall gasped, scandalised. He leaned back further to send her a quick wink before slowly moving into a better position.

“Apologies, Professor, I didn’t mean to say that,” he said, utterly insincerely. He wasn’t fooling anyone, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” she replied, though a tiny little glint in her eye told Sirius exactly how much she enjoyed their little back-and-forths. She could pretend to be stern and stuffy all she wanted, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

She looked at all three of them for a moment, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths, before letting out an almost-audible sigh. Almost. “Well, I knew it would be futile but I had to try. At least sitting up straight would make it easier for Mr. Potter to carry out his heart’s desire, so there’s that. Do remember there’s young children around, boys.” And with that parting shot, she left, leaving them sitting there in varying stages of disbelief (Sirius), embarrassment (James) and hysterical laughter (Remus, the fucker).

“Did she just—?” James managed to get out before burying his face in his hands. Sirius could see the tips of his extremely red ears peeking out the sides.

“I think it was a fever dream,” Sirius replied mechanically, still trying to make sense of what just happened. How quickly the tables turned on them.

“Oh no, not at all,” Remus finally deigned to join, ceasing his cackles just enough to get his two cents in. “She really did just imply that James wanted to devour you, and that it would be much more effective to do it sitting up.”

“Remus—“ Sirius growled, lifting out of his seat to seal his friend’s mouth shut; he was having entirely too much fun.

“Of course, I agree with her, seeing as there’s no—how did you put it, James?—‘tantalising display of skin torturing you’ now.”

“Oh my god,” James removed his hands from his face, making it clear the blush had travelled violently down his face, over his neck. Sirius could see it had even spread across his chest from the little V of his button-up. He gulped, quickly turning away lest it trigger another kind of heat in him. “Remus, you utter piece of goblin-shite.”

“Thanks ever so much, honey.” Remus blew a kiss, once at each of them, and left without a look back, fully aware of the shit he’d just stirred.

“So…” James was staring at the wall in front of him with a laser focus, resolutely not looking at Sirius.

“So?”

“Wanna go see if you really can’t get any more bent?”

x

Neither of them were seen in the castle for the rest of the day. Remus got at least twenty three galleons and fifteen sickles from the student body, and an additional ten from McGonagall. They made good partners, if he did say so himself.

#sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #bambibelle #prongsfoot #hey look remus is actually a regular guy having fun here for once #he’s an asshole ofc but that’s just who he is sorry i don’t make the rules #he’s a little shit who loves shit stirring and that’s gods honest truth #and mcg is ofc. equally complicit in this. #anyway. this is non-established j/s bc it makes it more fun #i like it when both of them r mutually thirsting but trying to hide it #they always fail v bad but it’s hilarious #prongsfoot microfics #pen’s writing #tumblr works

[britishassistant]

Twisted Wonderland was so real for having the enemies in the first Halloween special be entitled customers

#twisted wonderland #twst #british musings #every day at my job I understand it more and more #the new year’s event too #one of the writers for Twst worked in retail at some point #and decided to channel their past trauma into events for us #and I love that for them #it’s about the conflict between #having customers is good we WANT people to come here we WANT people to like this place #and #we have the signs for a REASON just because you don’t like it why do you have to make OUR lives hell #you are the protagonist in your own life but that doesn’t mean you get to be exempt from the rules everyone else has to follow #i like my job #most of the time #but then there are the horrors

[as-an-offering]

Great now I’m just thinking about how disgustingly grabable Ogre’s hips are.

As if I don’t have enough on my mind. 🫠

#sorry everyone it’s 3 am and I either sexualize the old man or have an existential crisis #I don’t make the rules I just work here.

[theshadowrealmitself]

Ty @phanboyo for the tag!

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

“Because every time you say being with me is “logical,” all I can think of is how many things I hate doing but do anyways because of logic, like being civil instead of punching jerks cause I don’t wanna spend a night in jail! I just worry…that you secretly resent being with me…”

(Oof, I am not going to be able to tag that many people but I’ll give it my best shot)

@warlock-pan-astronaut @pandorasparad0x @asterism343 @lenacraft @roundaboutnow @charmps-you-grickly @hopeful-bat @kelpeigh @zephyrwrites @dyinggirldied @ghostface3100 @daxsleftshoe @zero-way-out @chickenlover-19 @vivacia-18 @reveriewings @madametamma @magicalprofessorsludgedeputy @reckless-desire-to-live @bllbabaggins @kaisspamblog @mystic-fairy-tame @auroraborealis95 @harley-rose25 @mango-meister @candyheartdoe @ghospectr @easilydistractedandamused @ashoutinthedarkness @quetzalrofl @screamingrunawayzombie @they-meme-well (giving up here cause I’m a quitter 😭😭😭)

#maybe I broke the rules but in my defense no one was following the rules before me anyways #it says make a new post and instead everyone was adding to one thread #so we’re all rulebreakers here I can’t be blamed #no fandom #well. #there’s obviously a fandom you can all guess what it is #but I’m not too attached to this specific work and I think I’m gonna scrap it actually #at the very least this scene is being deleted #anyways #writing #it really doesn’t help that tumblr is doing NOTHING to help me tag y’all #was hoping I could start with @ and it would show me a ton of familiar blogs I can tag #nope! having to remember blog names from my incredibly crappy memory #y’all can ignore this btw if you don’t wanna play just disregard this post!! #could I have chosen a smaller line? #no because that would involve tracking down my laptop #so instead we’re doing the quick thing in my drafts that I’m probably going to delete soon

[byanyan]

if you let them hold the sharp & dangerous things, you're automatically byan's favourite

#i don't make the rules i just work here #showing them kindness and compassion? yawn. boring #handing them a fucking sword? they'll follow you anywhere #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ OOC ⋮ DON’T @ ME.

[whump-queen]

Another WIP

#my art #akias art #my post #but of course because it’s me drawing it I he has to have have at least four eyes sorry I don’t make the rules I just work here

[woundedheartwithin]

I can see why it might be confusing that this is a video game blog but I routinely post gifs and pictures of a clearly real human being, and the only thing I have to say in my own defense is that he’s video game adjacent because of Judgment so it counts 😅

#she speaks #sorry lol but on the bright side you all get to see kimutaku pics on the daily #and idk I just think that’s not the worst compromise right? #I’m out here judgment posting 10 times a day in queue too so it evens out #double dose kimutaku in both video game and irl form you’re welcome #I really wanna make a judgment only discord server but I cannot be responsible for it it would be a disaster #there’d be like one room cuz I’d give up #and the only rule would be don’t be a dick because I cannot be bothered to come up with an entire rule set omg #oh well #this is off subject but #god the file I’m working on right now is so terrible #it’s from 2008 and omfg I’m dying #the audio is a nightmare #and I’ve done 20 minutes of a 60 minute file #more or less #and it’s a bizarro case so I have no frame of reference for the terminology #so I’m literally just guessing my way through it #my ears hurt #and my brain hurt #and I wanna go to bed

[moral-terpitude]

When Quinn has to use Tommy’s middle name, it comes out with the same inflection as Jackie yelling at Michael Kelso.

(She would get home from school just in time to catch That 70s Show on ABC Family in the afternoon.)

#I don’t make the rules #I just work here #quinn meyer #misadventures #modern!tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc

[spookyterzo]

i just wanna say now that if you ever tag me about/quote me from my tags or send me an ask, that you have my blade in any battle you face and i’m also holding your hand so gently

#b talks #we’re also friends now. sorry. i don’t make the rules i just work here

[mydoctor]

i have two paws and i must boop

#almost to boop quota #if you end up at the top of my dash you will receive at least 10 boops sorry I don’t make the rules #i just work here

[friendshiptothemax]

I was on a plane this weekend, and I was chatting with the woman sitting next to me about an upcoming writer’s strike. “Do you really think you’re mistreated?” she asked me.

That’s not the issue at stake here. Let me tell you a little something about “minirooms.”

Minirooms are a way of television writing that is becoming more common. Basically, the studio will hire a small group of writers, 3-6 or so, and employ them for just a few weeks. In those few weeks (six weeks seem to be common), they have to hurriedly figure out as much about the show as they can -- characters, plots, outlines for episodes. Then at the end of the six weeks, all the writers are fired except for the showrunner, who has to write the entire series themselves based on the outlines.

This is not a widespread practice, but it has become more common over the past couple of years. Studios like it because instead of paying for a full room for the full length of the show, they just pay a handful of writers for a fraction of the show. It’s not a huge problem now, but the WGA only gets the chance to make rules every three years -- if we let this go for another three years and it becomes the norm? That would be DEVASTATING for the tv writing profession.

Do I feel like I’m mistreated? No. I LOVE my job! But in a world of minirooms, there is no place for someone like me -- a mid-level writer who makes a decent living working on someone else’s show (I’d like to be a showrunner someday, but for now I feel like I still have a lot to learn, and my husband and I are trying to start a family so I like not being support rather than the leader for now). In a miniroom, there are only two levels -- the handful of glorified idea people who are already scrambling to find their next show because you can’t make a decent living off of one six-week job (and since there are fewer people per room, there are fewer jobs overall, even at the six-week amount), and the overworked, stressed as fuck showrunner who is going to have to write the entire thing themselves. Besides being bad for me making a living, I also just think it’s plain bad for television as an art form -- what I like about TV is how adaptable it is, how a whole group of people come together to tell a story better than what any of them could do on their own. Plus the showrunner can’t do their best work under all of that pressure, episode after episode, back to back. Minirooms just...fucking suck.

The WGA is proposing two things to fix this -- a rule that writers have to be employed for the entire show, and a rule tying the number of writers in the room to the number of episodes you have per season. I don’t think it’s unreasonable. It’s the way shows have run since the advent of television. It’s only in the last couple of years that this has become a new thing. It’s exploitative. It squeezes out everyone except showrunners and people who have the financial means to work only a few months a year. It makes television worse. And that is the issue in this strike that means everything to me, and that is why I voted yes on the strike authorization vote.

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