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#and it's wild to me to come onto to tumblr dot com and see people bending over backwards to defend this bland at best toxic at worst charact
sonseulsoleil · 3 years
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sunwisecircle · 2 years
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Good morning I’m just sitting here eating my toast and drinking my coffee and a post pops up because it’s in one of the deity tags I follow, and the post is a person asking someone else for a deity tarot reading.
On the one hand I get it. I have been confused af so many times and it would be great to just hand that confusion off to someone else, let them do a tarot or pendulum reading, and say okay all done :)
On the other hand are you really going to put your relationship with a deity in someone else’s hands is that really something you want.
Even ignoring my personal experience of being easily influenced by the words and experiences of others (hello, coming from an authoritarian background and having been brought up to not think for myself!) & that being something that Dionysos has gotten onto me for multiple times. Even ignoring the fact that if spirituality is something you draw comfort from, you’re placing your well-being in the hands of another. Even ignoring the fact that in most cases you are inviting a stranger into your personal relationship with the gods. Why in the names of all the gods above and below would you give that much power to someone else? Do you really want to have that little responsibility?
I mean I get it, I do. Gods above and below, do I get it! Relationships are hard; I’m an autist ffs! I can barely keep up with the care of mortal relationships, how am I supposed to do that with the divine?! And divination is hard. I’ve been playing with tarot cards for nearly a decade and I’m only just getting to the point where things regularly make sense when I pull a card. I can’t do pendulum readings, or that thing with candles where you read the flame. I can spot an omen when I see it in the wild and have weird dreams that I know mean something but fuck if I know what in the hells that omen was or what the actual fuck that dream was about. It feels almost like making a good decision to recognize that you don’t know and to seek out someone who does, but doesn’t it seem like a bad idea, if you don’t know, to seek out a random stranger of tumblr dot com because you don’t know enough to know if you’re being verarscht? There is literally one person here whom I trust enough to ask for a card pull in relation to religious stuff, and even then it would be along the lines of “hey what can I do to help myself get some clarity here”, not “hey what is this deity trying to say to me” (or it would be “hey I got these two cards and I’m hitting a dead end will you talk it through wih me so I’ll maybe get a lightbulb”).
And in the end, setting all that aside, I think the biggest thing that I worry about when I see things like that, people asking others to tell them what a deity wants, is who the fuck gave that person permission to speak for your gods?
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thwip--thwip · 4 years
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Hey, I was looking for some new reading material and wondered if you could give me some recs? Please and thank you sm!
ho BOY anon, COULD I! I’ve got over 2,000 bookmarks on AO3 - what are we looking for? I’m going to assume IronDad, or at the very least Peter Parker-centric; short or long? MJ or Gwen Stacy? Angst, fluff, whump? Sorry this took a minute; I went into the vault for you and pulled out some rare gems:
LONG FICS
In the Home by @captainkirkk | 68k
The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.
“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”
Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—
Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.
This just…hoo. A classic if I’ve ever seen one. There’s going to be plenty of aloneintherain on this list because she’s the bomb dot com and its no secret I’m in love. we Stan in this house; this might be my favorite Spidey fic ever written.
POW Avengers by Punny_Puck |122k
Tony Stark is thrown into a new Nazi POW camp. It’s his fifth–or sixth–and he’d really like to make it to his fiftieth escape attempt this time. But Stalag III isn’t like any of the other POW camps he’s been in. He suddenly finds himself facing an impossible task: Getting two-hundred and fifty men out of the camp in one massive escape attempt. And dammit if he’s not going to make it work.
Very impressive, very lengthy and detailed historical AU set in WWII. This one is more Tony than Peter, and quite a fair bit of Loki (this author does a great job with all the different POV’s, that’s why it’s so long!). Nice and juicy!
5 Times Peter Fell & Tony Caught Him, and The 1 Time He Didn’t by eva7673 | 35k
Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every. single. time. Until the day he can’t.
I love this series with all of my heart, but especially this first fic! It’s the perfect amount of whump and IronDad, and oh man, that last time? GETS me. Eva definitely put in so much work on this series, and it SHOWS!
Twelve Days of Peter Parker by @upcamethesun | 27k
In each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Tony runs into one Peter Parker — for better or for worse.
In other words, an excuse for this author to write gratuitous Peter fluff/angst/nonsense with a Christmas theme, because ‘tis the season.
This fic is so cute I Die. Perfect bit of holiday nonsense! I read it every year lol. It’s got everything you’re looking for and more, to scratch the itch you didn’t know you had. 
ever in your favor by @iron–spider | 153k
Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.
“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”
He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.
I mean…how could I possibly do a fic rec list without this on it? Iron–spider’s latest masterwork, and it truly is a masterwork. The Hunger Games AU your soul has been crying out for, and quite possibly the greatest AU to ever live. Do yourself a favor and get settled in - you’re in for a ride.
Magazineverse by @copperbadge | 56k
Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America’s Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.
Avengers-centric, takes place post-2012. The Avengers team we deserve! The whole series is amazing, and I definitely didn’t see the twist coming (SO original, and you totally got me. Well played.)
MEDIUM FICS
devil in a sunday hat by @captainkirkk | 14k
Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.
This series really speaks to Peter, and his experience as a street-level hero. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried reading this series - it’s really beautiful. Aloneintherain always manages to capture how much weight and anxiety sits on Peter’s shoulders - and how dire his consequences can really be.
5 things that change for Peter after the end of the world by @iron–spider | 14k
…and one thing that always remains the same.
(SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)
Peter knows he’s different now.
The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.
It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.
The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.
(a follow up to my story “the rattle of their hearts” from Peter’s POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)
Everyone knows Rattle, and if you don’t, definitely read the first fic in this series! But this second one is really special to me (and MJ never fails to make me laugh out loud, every time). Peter’s PTSD is dealt with intimately in this fic, and I love it to bits.
the conspiracy kids by @tempestaurora | 13k
WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?
The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.
“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”
OR
“what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth.”
Looking for a fun, Peter-and-Harley-being-ridiculous-teenagers fic? This is the One For You. I can see it all in my head, and it never fails to make me laugh. Delightful piece of fluff and probably the best social-media-esque fic I’ve read.
Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by @caraminha | 12k
Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.
Looking for some Peter!whump? This fic is so sweet. Tony is Dad. What more do you need?
SHORT FICS
Come Together by @captainkirkk | 1.8k
From the ground, Tony squints at Thanos and the young heroes the villain is chasing through the city. “Are they…” Tony begins.
Steve, being lifted onto a gurney by starstruck paramedics, laughs a little. “Leading the man who almost destroyed the Earth in a wild goose chase?” In the sky, Johnny Storm sticks his tongue out at Thanos, ducking and weaving out of the villain’s grasp. “Yeah. I think they are.”
Didn’t I promise she’d be on here a billion and one times? All of her stuff is so good, for every fandom. Go READ this queen who’s been killing the game for years. This fic is such a sweet one, an Endgame fic before Peter was even in the MCU. It’s perfect.
Only Road by @garamonder | 2.8k
A rare breather between fighting should have been a relief for the Avengers. Instead, one small comment triggers a confrontation Peter had been avoiding for months.
Oh wow this one…this dialogue between Peter and Tony is incredible. One of my favorite things in a fic is a good argument, especially one where Peter has a distinct and mature point. 
Every Penny and More by Princessfbi | 1.2k
She forced herself to inhale air and hold it before releasing it from her lips. She grounded herself in the cheap vinyl in a crappy diner that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to look at the same way again. She thought of the life Peter would have if she said yes because she knew that’s what all of this was about: Tony asking her permission to let him do this.
May and Tony co-parenting Peter is…oh, be still my heart. This is such a sweet little fic of something that definitely happened off-screen :’)
5 Times Spider-Man Saved An Avengers’ Ass (and the 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris | 7.2k
What it says on the tin.
Going through an angsty Spider-Man phase. I regret nothing.
YES give me Peter x Avengers team! Peter gets a great moment with each of the Avengers, proving himself a capable hero (and getting assistance when he needs it the most :’) baby makes some friends!). Really cute, a fun little romp.
unbearable loss by @iron–spider | 1.6k
“Peter…he was so afraid, Pep,” Tony says, his voice breaking. “He…he just lunged for me, he was so afraid, he wanted—he needed someone to be there for him. And I tried, I tried—I held him, I told him he was alright, which was a—goddamn lie, and the only fucking thing that came out of my mouth. The last thing I said to him.” He shakes his head, swallowing hard. “The last thing I said to him was a lie.”
“You can’t blame yourself,” Pepper says, quietly.
“I do,” Tony says. “He trusted me. That kid trusted me, and I failed him every possible way I could have. I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t—he died in my arms and I couldn’t do one single solitary thing about it. And I couldn’t—me, the human fucking chatterbox—I just stared at him. He was dying, turning to fucking dust and apologizing to me and I just stared at him, like a moron.”
This fic Fucks. Me. Up. Iron–spider’s Tony angst is unparalleled. It hurts me every time, and the dialogue between him and Pepper is just…it’ll get you. 
yesterday, I saw a change by @captainkirkk | 6.8k
Inspired by prompt: ‘Peter is unmasked on live television, and everyone goes berserk—you’ve already heard this one but here’s the twist—he’s wide-eyed, staring into the camera, frightened, but not because of his own safety. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Someone please, please protect my Aunt May.” And the entirety of New York cries out simultaneously. Heroes and neighbours and fellow students rain down on the Parker house, ready to defend her.’
This is - surprise! - a May Parker fic. This fic will move you. You will probably cry. I love it with all my heart. If I ever need a refresher on who May is and how she feels - how New York feels, about Spiderman - this is my go-to.
Hope that gave you some new stuff to check out! I have more, do I ever have more. Enjoy & remember to leave comments for all of these wonderful writers!!!
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elliealdenkamp · 4 years
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(grace elizabeth, cis female) - have you seen elizabeth aldenkamp? ellie is in her sophomore year. the theatre major is 20 years old & is a capricorn. people say she is lively, kind, opinionated and idealistic. rumors say they’re a member of calloway society. i heard from the gossip blog that she killed her stalker in high school. (tessa. 23. pst. she/her.)
hi, babes! i’m tessa and i’ve been roleplaying on tumblr dot com for way too long (you couldn’t pull me away if you tried). in short, i love cinema, anakin skywalker, watching tik toks for far too long, and plotting angst, drama, heartbreak, complicated relationships fun! that being said, elizabeth’s bio is below! always feel free to message me on here or discord (stella artois#1745) if you’d like to plot and/or figure out connections! also feel free to ask for a TLDR; bc my bios always end up *much* longer than i want them to be. that being said...
name: elizabeth annabeth aldenkamp nicknames: ellie, ella, elsie age, birth date: 20; december 31, 1999 hometowns: new york city, new york & portsmouth, new hampshire major, university: theatre, yates university sexuality: bisexual
childhood
elizabeth aldenkamp was born late one new year’s eve in new york city. she was the much anticipated daughter of silas—the latest in a long line of prominent new york city architects—and arabella—one of the city’s most successful real estate agents. the aldenkamp’s fingerprints were all over their beloved city. if they didn’t design a notable building, they’d sold it to the 1%. ellie’s parents adored the city and it was their dream to bring a child into that world.
yes, the world of museum openings, private events at the NYCB, and top tier private schools; but also the world of musicians playing at bethesda terrace, the rowboats at the loeb, and beautiful bookstores tucked into the streets around the flatiron building (cough, rizzoli). the little things, often glanced over by the wealthy and common alike.
though both parents were constantly busy with their careers (to the point of hiring a lovely extra set of hands by the name of allie), they prioritized quality time as a family.
they encouraged ellie as she developed a young passion for performing, taking her to see broadway and off-broadway shows whenever possible.
TW: DEATH — it was all quite lovely until, at the age of thirteen, both of the girl’s parents passed in a car accident on the way home from a dinner meeting. the last memory ellie has of them is her father ruffling her hair and mother bending down to press a kiss to her forehead before heading out the door and saying they’d see her and allie later.
new hampshire
ellie’s entire world collapsed. the next few months were a blur of little black funeral dresses and packing things into suitcases, with her ultimately moving in with her aunt and uncle in new hampshire.
the next several years were spent living with them and her four (!!) male cousins—now, affectionately, “brothers”—in their multi-million dollar waterfront house.
without much of a choice, ellie traded walks in central park for sailing. private schools in the city for phillips exeter academy.
not that she could complain—though she greatly missed her parents and friends she left behind in new york. so when she entered high school at the academy she did all she could to fill the void in her chest.
ellie was great at making friends and getting involved. like her family, she didn’t flash her wealth (there’d be little point, anyway, since everyone she encountered came from money) and relied heavily on cultivating a positive personality in order the move forward.
she maintained her love of acting and, by the time she’d graduated high school, had performed in too many productions to count.
her secret
TW: DROWNING. the last semester of senior year, ellie discovered she had a stalker from school. at first he was subtle, but “chance” encounters turned into eerie texts with photos of her that were taken unknowingly. corning her in the hallway. letters he somehow managed to get into her room. at one point he even showed up at her house—ellie walking in on him sitting at the dining table with her uncle, claiming to be her boyfriend.
it all culminated the night of their graduation. late into the night after the party her aunt and uncle allowed her to throw, ellie decided to take the boat out onto the water alone. call it premature nostalgia, but she would be moving to vermont soon for college. after summer, she didn’t know the next time she’d be able to do this.
once she’d gotten out onto the water and stopped the motor, he stepped out of the lower compartment.
(rightfully) shocked and afraid, ellie immediately went into defense mode. in short: he insistingly approached her, she dodged, he fell overboard into the water, and she sped off.
two days later his body was found, washed up. she never told anyone of her involvement (save for one felix lesser she called in an absolute panic).
not soon enough, she packed up her things and went to yates. many expected her to go to juilliard or tisch, but she chose yates—her father, mother, and uncle’s alma mater.
personality + facts
+ soft as fuck, lively, kind, easygoing, honest
- opinionated, a bit stubborn, positive to a fault
tik toks for the vibe!! one, two, three
you’d probably expect her to be pretty aloof, but she really isn’t
outgoing, outdoorsy, and adventurous thanks to living with her rowdy cousins
idealizes just about everything, including people
loves love. wants a relationship like her parents had. crushes aren’t hard to come by, because she wants to see the good in everyone and genuinely loves people
would probably marry you if you asked, idk
sarcastic banter with someone she knows truly cares about her that’s only reinforced by the joking around? her type of friendship.
has a lot of inner turmoil and buried emotions, but why be transparent about that when you can act like everything’s okay?
wants to pursue a stage career back in new york, if not a film career elsewhere
connection ideas
honestly, i’m down to plot just about anything. i live for the angst. that being said, here are some ideas if you can’t think of something!
childhood friends; since quite a few muses grew up in new york, it’s not a stretch to say these two probably ran in the same circles. perhaps they went to school together or their parents were friends. regardless, they were close until elizabeth moved away.
did they maintain a strong bond and keep in touch? write each other letters and take weekend trips to each other’s cities?
did they lose contact? did communication die out when one or both of them entered high school? does one of them feel ghosted? so many possibilities!!
did one of them have a crush on the other and now they’re reconnecting as young adults??
romantic exes; maybe they weren’t feeling the relationship as much as she was?
ex friends!!
mutual confidants; one of the only people, if not the only person, she lets see her ugly emotions. or maybe they confide in her, but she finds in hard to open up in return and ???? it’s a whole thing ???? like “take off the mask when you’re talking to me” ???? wow
you probably know all the typical rest. but, really, if you have any ideas and want to toss them at each other, let me know! let’s go freaking wild -shrug-
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babbushka · 5 years
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I don’t mean this to be rude, like seriously at all, but what do you think you would do if someone found this blog while you’re rising to fame? Like if someone had heard of it and seen your face on here and confronted you would you delete it bc they could ruin your chances of actually getting to work with Adam? Just curious
Hello! Oh gosh I don’t think this is rude at all dear anon no worries
If someone were to come across this blog and recognize me, I would hope that their first instinct wouldn’t be to confront me for fanfic, lol. I’d happily #confirm that I write it, and then if they continue to be angry or rude, I’d just block em like I block so many people lol. 
I would not delete this blog, because I don’t think it would ruin any chances of getting to work with Adam, in all honesty. Lots of filmmakers have hobbies outside filmmaking that don’t interfere with their professional life, and that’s sort of how I see this.
I sort of see like my fandom life and my professional life as separate things, just like I see characters and their actors as separate entities (we do not condone real person shipping/fic writing on babbushka dot tumblr dot com). Plus so few people in the industry care about tumblr outside of fandom spaces lol, to be totally honest. 
Also I’m not creepy and would never like, force fanfic or anything like that onto Adam, or any other celebrity for that matter, because I fully fully fully believe that fandom and fanfic/art is something that is meant for the fans, and the industry professionals who happened to create the source material should be left alone unless they specifically have an interest in seeking it out. 
So, unless Adam wants to read all the wild stuff I’ve written (which I can bet you 10$ he doesn’t lol) there’s no need for me to share that with him. 
But one thing I will say, is that one of the things I plan on doing when I’m well enough known in the industry to be paid any attention to, is to try and help de-stigmatize fanfiction, both as a hobby but also as a form of literature. I’m certainly not going to shy away from the fact that I write fanfic, but it’ll be one of those “if you know, you know ;^)” type deals lol. 
TLDR; No I wouldn’t delete, I’m so proud of the fics I like to write, and tbh who knows, it might add a whole new depth to the fandom experience -- for both myself and everyone else! 
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jangyeevns · 5 years
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let’s get controversial ! SGKLGFJFLGDS
gonna start off strong bc this will never Not bother me and i read someone else’s rant about it earlier. Stop Making Self-Inserts/Projecting Muses !!! i’ve seen my fair share of them over the years but some of y’all ( generalizing here as always, dw dgfklsd ) OUTDID yourselves in the last what, fourteen, fifteen months ? if they’re either a placeholder for how you view yourself/how you work through your insecurities/whatever or for what you WISH to be/what you wish to DO in relationships or something of the sort, Log Off. all it does is put more pressure on people Not to offend you, thus compromise their characterizations if you’re particularly sensitive over Any amount of teasing or critical, IN CHARACTER, discourse. now, obviously certain topics are exempt from this behaviour, but if you’re projecting your insecurities onto Most of your muses, are almost Too invested in how other muses perceive yours/get defensive when people hit back or respond in a certain way, or are making them like yourself for any other reason, you’re no longer portraying a muse and people can see that from a mile away. i know it sounds harsh, but cut it out, log off, take a walk and some much needed time to yourself before getting back into a group or your indie because it’s not healthy for you nor the muns you interact with
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branching off of that Slightly and to a topic i’ve ranted about Enough, but ( generalizing again ) some of y’all need to fucking STOP getting contrary over ships or pushing for them, BOTH preferably. you should also stop initiating flat, boring ships the Second you join a group bc of your thirst and your gay asian fetish. DSLJGFDK this is really just specific to a couple of muns i’ve encountered, but i cannot stomach any of this shit anymore. focusing on the rampant Hets in the rpc, some of them can’t accept their target giving anyone else their attention, thus they have to sabotage it in some way or they have to get pissy in general. and it’s fucking ridiculous, it’s Fictional Cock honey ! as for those ( a MINORITY, let me make that clear ) who portray mlm muses Specifically, y’all have to be the most pushy and disturbing people i’ve encountered ! during my time in the k*rp scene, i saw so many cringey and fetishized portrayals from girls and guys alike ( the guys are usually not at fault, they wanna show some representation ! they just get involved with, at times, questionable muns and muses when it comes to shipping ). the worst was, and still is, seeing borderline harassing shit ic that They think is charming and is gonna get them a ship or just some smut. but what bothers me most are the mlm muses who are portrayed as the same whiny asian twinks, sometimes still MINORS in their home country and getting involved with fcs in their mid-to-late twenties, and get outrageously sexualized by their muns — it makes my stomach churn when it’s a mlm mun doing all this too, and acting like a kboo even with their WHITE bottom muses. basically, every Gross element that comes with these pushy, possessive and petulant muns can fucking ROT already, stop validating them bc of representation, their fc, the mun’s hierarchal position in an rp ( such as an admin or an admin’s friend ) or my personal favourite angle, “ their sexually liberated, bold personality ! ” with a specific, lgbtq mun in mind
sidebar, i know it’s odd of me to go on a tangent mostly focused on mlm muses and at times, mlm muns, but it’s only because a lot of shit with m/m interactions that would not be acceptable towards m/f or f/f interactions have often gotten a pass and i don’t agree with it at All. idk if it’s certain sections of the community enabling it or what, but it has to stop because it doesn’t do mlm muns or muses any favours, it doesn’t do other lgbtq+ muns any favours either and in acting like these “ cool and bold and funny ” portrayals and muns are above the standards Set with other pairings is honestly vile. i wanna see mlm muses be given dimension in groups, i wanna see them flourish without being predominantly sexual beings or sexualized, and i wanna see them treat other muses ( and the muns behind them treat other muns ) in a rational fashion — not tossing out some weird blowjob insinuations at them out of left field and without talking about it, ESPECIALLY with minor muns. frankly, i want it for all muses, but godDAMN people, do right by your boys who like boys, they deserve so much better than they get
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uhh, so i snapped a little Too Much in those first two that idk what else to say rn KJGDSFFG
pineapple on pizza isn’t the fucking end of the world ?? like, this constantly, imo heated more than chill debate is SO childish and for what, a topping you Don’t have to check the box on when ordering in if you and your pals don’t want it ? or better yet, one that doesn’t need to be on the Whole pizza, just a section for the pal who likes it. pineapple’s Good, sometimes it’s good with a decent meat topping because sweet + savoury ?? is Good. do i have it all the time On the pizza ? 90% of the time it’s on it, bc my mom likes hawaiian sometimes, i pick it off and eat it by itself because i like pineapple in itself, but will i bitch and bawl because it’s on there ? at 21 years old, you best believe i’m grown up enough not to care, much like i don’t care if there’s mushrooms on anything when i Despise them. because i pick them off and move on with my day or i ask for them Not to be on it. and yeah, i’ll reblog posts about controversial foods or toppings, but it’s before everyone takes So Much of the piss out of it that it comes off as bitter and snide. @ tumblr and twitter dot com, stop making lighthearted debates so Deep that people get uncomfy or get side eyed for it, that it doesn’t feel like a joke when it gets to a Point, and over fucking pizza toppings especially, jesus
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duckybeth99 · 6 years
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A Town of Change and Progress (Western AU)
hey uh I fuckin hate how tumblr breaks my formatting on fics it takes me an extra few minutes to edit this shit and a lot of my old fics at least on mobile r broken now thx tungle dot com. anyway welcome to western au reboot choo choo choooooooo
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Some would think the town was founded years and years ago. But in reality, it was actually only a short time ago.
It started when the posh Jackson Morrison came into town and founded a little place called Riverview Ravine, in the wild and free expanding landscapes further out from the loud and congested cities. He founded and financed it from his line of banks and businesses; he chose people to lead the town’s development and he would be sent information on his new little town frequently. He was too busy with his businesses to move there, but he did want the bragging rights of being a town founder and use it as a sign of his power that even his other business associates didn’t have yet.
So, he picked a few simple people to start businesses, care for basic needs in the town. He employed a mayor, a doctor, a school teacher, a barber, a dress shop owner, people to run a farm for the local area, people to run a local train station, people to run a jail and one of his banks, so on and so forth. Carefully chosen was each person to be sent to settle this new little town.
Of course, he knew more people would move in over time. He expected this place to thrive. And in just a few years, it began to.
———
“It’s only a minor headache,” John chuckled and looked back to Moirin. “Flynn’s gonna be just fine. Keep him well hydrated, let him rest for a while. Probably was just working too much lately.”
“I don’t know what I would do without you, John,” Moirin smiled at her friend gladly. Flynn kept rubbing and almost pawing at his forehead. Moirin gave a sympathetic look to her eldest boy. “Well, I’m sure we have enough staff to handle missing one waiter.”
“But I wanted to see the show!” Flynn frowned. Moirin tsked at him.
“No buts, young man,” she said. “The minute we get home, you’re heading straight to bed.”
John smiled kindly at his friends when he heard something downstairs. He looked back to Moirin, “‘Scuse me. You know your way out, right? I’m sure that’s Junior downstairs.”
The doctor headed down from his upstairs medical room down to the back porch. There, he saw Johnny, sweaty and dirty, splashing his face with water from the faucet.
“No need to make such a racket,” John teased. “You know how your father likes to sleep in.”
“Yeah? Well, some of us have to get up early for work if we like it or not,” Johnny rolled his eyes. He snatched up a broom from the side and hit it against the ceiling, “Here that, Dad?! Wake up! I bet Alice has had the shop open for hours already before you!”
Muffled from upstairs, the two men heard the other man shout back down, “I need my beauty sleep! Stuff it!!”
“Well, now you’ve got him started,” Makoto packed her school books. “I hope you’re happy, boys.”
“Would it kill him to be useful?”
“No, but it could kill him to wake up before a certain hour. I’m convinced that’s why he sleeps so much.” Makoto offered a teasing smile to her son before crossing to John and kissing his cheek.
“Go and educate the youth,” he smiled.
“You make it sound so noble,” Makoto rolled her eyes, but her smile persisted. “Has Beth left already? I didn’t even catch her this morning.”
“She insisted on walking by herself to school,” Johnny finally had his face completely washed. “Pops and I said no, so she walked with the other kids. They’re all waiting for you, I’m sure, Ma.” Makoto made her way over to her son and kissed his cheek.
“I’ll be off,” she waved to her family, and John heard the thundering of Adam from down the stairs.
“Damn it, Johnny, let me get a good night’s sleep for once,” he scoffed as he adjusted his coat. John laughed.
“Now, now, don’t fight,” he smiled, placing his hands on both their shoulders. “Junior, go ahead and get your rest. I promise I won’t disturb you. Adam, eat up some breakfast before you go to the shop.”
“Only if it’s edible,” Adam raised his head high and strode to the kitchen. Johnny dusted off his hands on his work clothes.
“Well I brought in fresh—“
“Stop wiping your hands on your clothes!” Adam scolded over his shoulder.
Johnny scoffed under his breath, “Neat freak.”
As much as his family clashed, Johnathan Bosteau, Sr. loved his odd family.
———
As Alice tried to hop up and down to dust the top of one of the tall cabinets, Adam rolled his eyes, gently shooed her away, and took the feather duster and cleaned with ease.
“You’re too short for any good housework here,” he waved his hand. Alice scratched the back of her head with a timid shrug.
“But I do everything else alright!” she smiled. Adam crossed to the front door and flipped the open sign to closed. “I’m your best employee!”
“Yes, it’s a very big achievement,” Adam smirked over his shoulder. “Very hard with you being my only employee. Go on upstairs and get some rest. We have a lot of fancy shipments to tailor tomorrow. Some grand party coming up in a town not too far.” Alice nodded eagerly and headed to the upstairs apartment of the the shop.
Adam kept that place from before he married John and Makoto, when he lived alone and secluded. True, it was easy to care for himself in such a situation, but he had to admit it was rather lonely. He was glad to have the family he did now.
He started to rent it out to the McEllen family when they first came into town, after he was married. To a Molly and Melissa McEllen. Soon, Molly herself moved out to live with the old bakery, Jeremiah Schwartz, her new husband. Though, Adam had to admit, the addition of Alice seemed to pop up quickly after their union. Too quickly. Before they even met.
He didn’t care. It was their business. So he let Melissa rent the apartment, cut the price to minuscule when she started to help him in his shop. When Schwartz died, Molly handed off the bakery to another man, some timid man who barely ever came out of the damn place. She went back to the apartment, worked for Adam again, and he saw the little baby become a teenager who worked for him now, with her mother and grandmother now passed.
As Adam locked up his supplies and front door, he thought he heard something. Keen as he was in his senses, he brushed it off casually as some kind of animal skirting about.
But still, as he was about to leave through the backdoor, he wasn’t too sure.
So he sat in the dark and waited.
———
Alex waited until the entire town was asleep. The train station and jail were the only places with lanterns still on outside the home. But it didn’t look like anyway was awake. The saloon was shut, houses dead quiet.
The young man adjusted his hat and kept his eyes peeled as he slowly, quietly guided his horse towards the back of one of the shops. In his time in this line of work, he knew people rarely locked up the back doors.
“Sh,” Alex pressed a finger to his lips as he climbed off his horse. He pet his snout and gestured for him to lie below the window. The horse bowed its neck the best it could. Alex smirked at the effort and gave his friend an apple.
He slipped to the backdoor and slowly twisted the knob. Unlocked. Perfect.
Slipping through the shadows, weapon resting against him, Alex snuck inside the shop. Some food was available. He opened up his satchel and tossed in the few fruits. Snuck up to one of the shelves and pulled out clothes, as much as he could shove in. This was enough.
As Alex turned to leave without any conflict, his grey eyes glanced at it.
He spotted a gorgeous sculpture, elegantly crafted. It had to be worth a lot.
He glanced at the backdoor. This would be enough for the orphans and himself, what he already grabbed. But this could get him everything else he needed, too.
The young boy slunk towards it, carefully picking up the sculpture.
A lamp clicked on behind him.
“I knew I heard something,” Adam sat, legs crossed and head held high, shadows crossing his face. “Put it back. Everything you took.”
Alex looked at the sculpture in his hands.
He bolted to the backdoor.
Surprisingly quickly, Adam stood and grabbed Alex by his satchel, pulling him back. The old bag tore. Slipping over everything that spilled, Alex lost hold of the sculpture.
It shattered right in front of the door.
With a surprising strength, Adam pulled Alex back towards him with a furious look in his eyes.
“You little—“
“Adam, what’s going—“ Alice rushed down the stairs, then shrieked at seeing Alex. “Thief!! Thief!!”
“Alice, go get help!” Adam barked. She shuffled anxiously on the tips of her toes before she ran out of the shop.
“Let go of me!” Alex tried to tug himself away. Adam scoffed.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled. “Thieves like you have to pay.”
“Let go!” Alex stomped on Adam’s foot, then fought out of his hold. The thief ran to his broken satchel, picked it up, and grabbed all the food and clothes he could carry.
Packing everything quickly onto his horse’s pouches, he held tight to his hat and the reigns of his horse. The horse whinnied loudly, standing high briefly before the two charged out of the town. Alerted by the sound of the horse and Alice getting help, most of the townsfolk rushed out of their homes to see the commotion.
Alex tugged the reins, twisting his horse away from the people who tried to stop him. He hasn’t been caught yet, and he wasn’t going to get caught now, in this place, by these people. Almost close to escaping the town, Alex grinned and patted his horse to go faster.
He was stopped by another man on a horse, one much larger and older than him. His badge was what made Alex sweat as opposed to the size difference. In his panic, the young thief froze, allowing more of the townspeople to circle him. Several women and men held up their own ideas of weapons, ranging from a frying pan, a cane, and an actual shotgun.
Alex swallowed.
———
“Now there’s no need to argue about him,” Drefan burst inside the saloon, hands resting on his belt and holster. Early that morning, the adults of the town gathered to discuss about the thief who strode into town late the prior night. “He’s in the jail. He’ll rot in there.”
“We’ve never had to use that jail since this town opened!” Vincent fussed. Smaller than the rest of the adults, he had to emphasize himself often. “Now we actually... have to care for it! Have upkeep!”
“Is that something for us to be genuinely concerned about?” Drefan sat down amongst all the others. “What an odd trifle.”
“I have a right to be concerned—“
“Don’t start another fight,” Mabuz rubber his forehead in an annoyed manner. “Please.”
“What if he breaks out?” Valerie swung her feet anxiously.
Violet gasped, “And comes after the girls in the show?!” The twins held hands and threatened to cry.
“I didn’t even think of that!” Alice panicked.
“He had the look of a killer! He’ll get us in our sleep when he has the chance!”
“Now you’re being ridiculous—“
“—Everyone, please—!!”
As the table turned into chaos, Adam kept his arms and legs crossed, leaning back with a cool glare.
“Is no one remembering—“ he spoke firmly, loudly, above all the other panic, “—that he’s the one who robbed me and also broke an original sculpture famed at more money than any one here can comprehend?”
“Now a vase is a real trifle,” Vincent grumbled. Elliot chuckled beside him.
“Laugh it up,” Adam raised his head high.
Drefan rolled his eyes, “We’ve returned all your stolen goods, Adam.”
“Damaged goods,” Adam growled. “And you know what? I’ve had enough of this going around and around! I’m shutting this down now.” The man stood from his seat, looking down at everyone else. “You’re so concerned about caring for a jail and him being an inconvenience and criminal, then why don’t we fix that?”
“And how, Adam,” Virginica steepled her hands, resting her chin on the backs with a callous and judgement gaze, “do you expect to do that?”
“Simple,” Adam crossed his arms, standing tall over everyone else. “I’m going to make him work for me. He’ll work on a debt that he’s accumulated from the damaged goods and sculpture. I’ll keep an eye on him, every good deed and work day will take off money from his debt; every bad deed adds more money to his debt.”
John looked with wide eyes at his husband. “You can’t be serious.”
“I had the worst crime done to me,” Adam placed his hands on his hips, “so I’ll dish out the punishment as I see fit.” As Drefan stood to protest, Adam moved to him and stood toe to toe. “What’s he going to learn in jail? Nothing. He’s going to die as rotten as he acted last night. Or, as a town that likes to call itself a place for change and progress, we decide to apply that change and progress to him?” Adam shrugged. Drefan looked to the mayors.
Vincent anxiously drummed his fingers on the table. Mabuz rubbed his chin in thought.
He glanced his teal eyes up at Adam.
“I’ll allow it,” he slowly nodded his head.
“What?!” the rest of the town members practically shrieked in unison. Mabuz nodded his head again.
“Adam is right,” he said. “As much as saying that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. We can’t claim to be a town founded on change and progress and not offer the same chances to him.”
“He’s a criminal!” John spoke up. Mabuz glanced his eyes at him.
“Yes, and so were several people at this table once before,” he said. Almost everyone glanced off or fidgeted, heads down or looking away from each other. “We offer the same thing to all these other people here in this room, in this town. We’ll do the same. It’s what’s right. Adam will be in charge of all of this. Punishment as he sees fit, reformation as he sees fit... but we will check up on it. And if anything goes wrong, we will either give him to someone else, or put him back in jail.”
Adam grinned proudly. Drefan’s face flushed with an anger he forced himself not to express. Mabuz cleared his throat, stood up and adjusted his bolo tie.
“Meeting adjourned,” he said. As everyone slowly and anxiously stood back up to leave, Mabuz picked up his cane with Vincent trailing after him and babbling on concerns everyone clearly had but wouldn’t voice. Adam watched everyone leave, people avoiding looking at him. Makoto stepped up to him and locked her arm with his.
“You lie perfectly on the line of being a genius and being a complete idiot,” she teased. Adam shrugged with a proud grin.
“And yet, everyone will see that this will be my greatest achievement yet,” he said, pressing a kiss to Makoto’s cheek. John stepped up beside his lovers and sighed.
“Adam, you sometimes frustrate and confuse me to no end,” the old doctor murmured. Adam chuckled.
“I like to think it’s part of my charm, dear.”
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