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dw-flagler · 3 months

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fuck. I was writing this emma barnes fic and I've come to a realization. For a period of exactly seven days in 2009, Emma Barnes is a completely different person from the one in canon. Like, I always knew that meeting Shadow Stalker the second time shaped her as a person, but it's genuinely shocking how utterly different the road of her life could have been.

Like, for my fic I had these two paths I was struggling to pick between, which I'm calling Wire and Cloth, as a joke about imprinting (see neither is good but one is distinctly better than the other), one where Emma ends up being kidnapped by the ABB and one where she ends up as shadow stalker's apprentice. But.

Look, here's a line from Interlude 19: "What got her, the nebulous idea that haunted her, was the impact those scenes had. There were so many defining moments, so many crises, big and small, that shaped the people they touched. The biggest and most critical moments were the sorts that wiped the slate clean, that ignored or invalidated the person who had existed before, only to create another."

Like, yeah, she's talking about triggers, but what's getting to me is how empathetic (in the literal "I can relate to your pain" sense) and compassionate she sounds. Like. Emma shuts herself in her room for a week because she's incapable of dealing with the horror of knowing that hundreds of little girls are going through what she did every minute of every day. She can't deal with it.

This emma, who only exists for a week, is haunting me. She's just--It's just weird!

And the Emma who exists for the rest of the story, for every section except for less than half of one chapter, you can see the remains! She's there! Emma recontextualizes her existential despair at the enormity of human suffering, something she only really understood in abstract until now, as Sophia's predator/prey philosophy, right? It's so easy for her, because it gives her a way to explain it. There's predators and there's prey. It already slots into her worldview. Like (and I'm really just harping on about victim blaming today aren't I?) those girls who suffered like Emma did, they suffered because they were weak! It's simple now. There's two kinds of people, the ones who are hurt and the ones who hurt, and all Emma has to do to make sure that she is never hurt again is to be the one who does the hurting.

But for seven days, there's that ghost. The kind Emma Barnes, who doesn't want anything like what happened to her happen to anyone else. It's not as narratively interesting, I get that. Who wants a worm character who's all peace and love? That doesn't make for a mentally disturbed teenage girl doing horribly violent acts, and that's what we in the worm fandom all want to see. But still she haunts me.

#don't worry about the emma barnes fic it's altpower schlock #worm spoilers #arc 19 #look i know that emma being kidnapped by the ABB doesn't make sense it's not really a possibility in universe #but there's like reasoning and justification for that one it's not out of nowhere stupidity okay? there's stuff. There's stuff okay!?#i'm sorry if I offended you with the empathy/compassion thing. I know that's sort of a whole mess #if you know a better way to put that please tell me? I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or offended #JUST to be clear: I'm skimming over sophia because this is an Emma Barnes post but I do NOT blame her.#I think that she deserves infinitely more mercy than she was given by the narrative and ESPECIALLY by the worm fandom.#so DON'T think I'm saying she's a monster #i'd say give me your thoughts but nobody reads these anyway #aren't I clever for my house of leaves reference? it's sooooo subtle

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l-mop · 10 months

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[Arc 19 spoilers]

FINALLY musser got dropkicked for all that immoral shit he did(/is), from way back in his interlude. Can't be a permanent magic Infini-Winner if we only ever see ya lose, dude. Hope they make the Mussercoin an even smaller denomination of money than Cherrypop bucks in Kennet Found. Nah, but that way he'd get something permanent for a legacy. Never mind. Uh, more random thoughts. I loved seeing the dream versions of everyone if they'd never met each other. Some cool new Others and interesting alternate alliances/paths. Kinda wanna do fanart... The Wild Hunt kept ratcheting up the tension in the background but I love the way the girls quickly outmaneuvered them. They're just mega powerful old farts, so of course the girls had to use the tech illiteracy to their advantage! And turning them to Maricica... Charles called his baby practitioners a "parry and thrust" but the Trio just outdid him on both counts, again. Charles absolutely still needs to go down (again, not forgetting John revenge here. and like the wanton murder of innocents and stuff) but, kudos where kudos is due, I like his soft awakening idea. Now a reprieve until New Years (really hope we get some cute Noravery chapters in there), but then... war. Again. Hehehehe I'm so excited.

Only four more arcs left....

#palepost #pale web serial #paleblr #arc 19

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royalarchivist · 3 months

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Pac: We can create a rebellion! Maybe, you know, Bagi you could be the leader.

Fit: We could start a riot, a prison riot! Let's go!

Bagi: I would love to be the leader of a rebellion!

Pac: [In a nervous voice] And I- I don't wanna be like, I don't want to say some stuff, but like, do you think your brother is gonna be there? ...Please say no. Please.

Bagi: I- I don't think he will. He's missing for a really long time.

Pac: [Relieved] Ok, no, yeah yeah. Yeah, ok. [He breaths a sigh of relief] You know, probably for the better!

Bagi: But he could destroy the prison and get us out of there.

Pac: Yeah? ...Oh my god. If I– if Cell saved me from prison... Wow. That changes everything!

Bagi: [Laughs] It would be a really good plot twist!

Pac: Yeah, that would be- that would be absolute cinema, you know? Oh, I'm down for that. Who knows, right? Who knows. Everything's possible in QSMP

Fit: It'll be interesting. Yeah, anything's possible.

#QSMP #Pactw #OiBagi #FitMC #Celltw #I suppose. Perhaps.#Pac #Fit #Bagi #January 19 2024 #QSMP Prison #I'll try and remember to add tags for different arcs #Edited #I meant to post this HOURS ago and then they had that frickin. banana conversation

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batunatu · 4 days

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i can't believe jesse minecraft story mode made me come out of the closet when i was 13

also, yup, my hc is that before the whiter storm, jesse used to dress very hippie and with dresses, long skirts and lots of accessories, but she stopped dressing like that when she become a hero.

i like to draw jesse in a hyperfeminine way but i feel that at the same time she prefers to take other things as a priority before her beauty after the whiter storm arc, she's still a queen who takes care of her appearance before and after kicking some villain's ass.

plus: Olivia and Jesse as children <3333

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm jesse #mcsm olivia #ibispaint art #you can tag as ship with your hcs #this because my hc is that j is 17 and o is 19 in the whiter storm arc #I see them as sisters but i am not going to force my hcs on you #ship what you want!!

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dailyttteedward · 4 months

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S19, A Cranky Christmas

Interestingly there’s a fanfic that takes place during this episode but the twist is that Thomas doesn’t stop in time, and Edward’s buffers start bleeding as a result of the collision.

I know he’s a giant thing of hot metal but sometimes I just wanna hug him so badly

#2015 #holiday #christmas #cgi #arc productions #season 19 #episode #ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #sir topham hatt #thomas #edward #annie and clarabel

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ryuto12 · 6 months

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Random RWBY 17, Maybe:

The parts are messed up and in bad order, let’s hope this is 17, anyway headcanon and idea time.

I like to believe Yang’s full first name is also Taiyang.

Jaune and Ren don't even compute boobs. Jaune has seven sisters, Ren spent most his life in an orphanage, and their only friends are the two girls they live with and the four girls across the hall.

Meanwhile, Yang turns into a folding chair if Blake so much as wears a crop top.

The Schneeblings punch way harder than they should simply with the combined force of about six decades of trauma between them.

CFV will just occasionally start rocking Yatsuhashi's shirts as dresses to sleep in cause it's hot as shit in the Shade dorms. Fox keeps making "breezy on the bits" jokes.

Jaune can do a full sink of dishes in like ten seconds flat cause it was his daily assigned chore back home.

On the other hand, Nora used to get away from more annoying chores at the orphanage by doing a fuckton of laundry. "Lie Ren I fucking swear if you don't start sorting your reds from whites!"

Ren vacuums and sweeps cause he just finds it calming.

Pyrrha's chores include random shit like taking out the trash, keeping the toilet paper stocked, and lying to Ozpin about why there's a goldfish they sure as shit weren't approved to have in the dorms.

#rwby #rwby headcanon #yang xiao long #jaune arc #lie ren #schneeblings #cfvy #team cfvy #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #winter schnee #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #winter is at the bare minumum 23 weiss is 19 and whitley is between 14 and 18 so roughly 60 years of trauma

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remarkingonit · 1 year

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Dr. Diane Lewis to Maya Bishop: “You need to tell her that you love her and that you’ve got her no matter what. That she doesn’t live with Daddy anymore and that she’s safe.”

Maya Bishop to her 3-year-old self: “I love you... no matter what. You are lovable... no matter what. You are lovable... even when you lose.”

#One of the most beautiful scenes of the show #One of the most beautiful arcs/episodes #Crying forever #station 19 #maya bishop #marina #carina deluca #maya x carina #carina x maya #station 19 edit #danielle savre #stefania spampinato #mine

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deluweil · 2 months

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Gotta point out, in a burst of optimism, that Station 19 on ABC (I'm catching up on S6) gave a male-bi character on screen for S6 - Eli had a thing going with both Andy and Travis.

So as far as bi-Buck concerned, it's not completely out of the realm of possibilities on the ABC network, i love their vibe!

#911 spoilers #evan buckley #buddie #station 19 #911 copied off a lot from them and CF - i hope they do that with the bi arc too #I love that station 19 didn't make a big deal out of it just the fun reveal when Andy finds out of Eli sleeping with Travis #after he perused her so tenaciously at first until the debate night #911 abc #there is hope #911 speculation

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asfodelle · 6 months

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Hello, hello, here's the first scene of the one-shot I've been writing the last few months. It's about a 'He Tian is involved in the mob and returns occasionally tho feelings never leave' situationship neither can walk out of, Mo is a boxer, there's a touch of religious themes, made myself cry writing it, it's a blast.

1. May 5th 7:12 p.m. - Bell

Before leaving the car, He Tian lets out a long sigh, blowing smoke. He should probably get to praying.

The door snaps shut, echoing in the small street he parked in. Past the intersection he hears kids chatting, going home for dinner maybe. He Tian takes a second to watch himself in the reflection of his tinted windows. He readjusts the collar of his shirt, brushes his pants wrinkled from the long hours of driving, throws his hair backwards and the damp air soon gets him to fold his sleeves up. He doesn’t look so bad, he thinks. Tired. He rubs his face with both hands to bring back some color to his cheeks, then under his eyes as if he could dim the blue tint that’s been settling there, but it doesn’t have very conclusive results. He starts walking.

The entrance of the old warehouse is slightly different from the last time he’s seen it. It looks more welcoming, but it might just be a trick of the light. The peach clouds of the spring evening just paint a nicer ambiance than the grey winter sky did, last January. The gates have been adorned by new tags that have been sprayed on top of the old faded ones and there are flyers encouraging people to join the Sunday mass down the street glued all over, though they don’t reach very high. He Tian imagines a troop of old women roaming the streets, spreading the holy word but his little game of guesswork doesn’t help him relax one bit.

He gets in front of the door, a smaller entrance within the large sealed gate that used to let trucks in and out of the warehouse. He grips the handle for a second, takes a long inhale and gets in. His eyes slowly adjust to the dimmer lighting but he quickly notes that, contrary to its facade, the inside of the place hasn’t changed much since the last time he saw it. Between high walls of concrete and sheets of metal lie mismatched sets of equipment. Barbells, slick black punching bags, discolored benches of various sorts, a couple old bikes in the back, punch mitts forgotten over a pile of cardboards. A few training boxing rings give shape to the room, the space between them gives the illusion of corridors. The walls are covered in overlapping posters, the grey disrupted by layers on layers of paint and graffitis that even cover the high windows. They let small rays of tinted light in like the stained glass of a church, though the candles are replaced by tens of flickering LEDs lights. There are a few people here and there, busy with dumbbells or talking in their little spot but the room is so wide they can’t be heard. Stairs crawl by the walls leading to more rooms and places He Tian had never been to. Music resonates, low and muffled from a speaker somewhere in a corner.

In the middle of the room stands another ring, a bright red one standing higher than the rest, with white thick cords. When He Tian sees him, he’s sat there, on the side of the wooden platform the red ring rests on. He's listening attentively to a trio of teenagers, leaning backwards on his hands.

Guan Shan had taken a liking to boxing in high school. A good outlet, he said, one that taught him to measure his emotions. It stuck through the years and he’s been great at it. Then he started giving advice to newcomers, to give some of spare time to help young blood he saw himself in and slowly it transformed into actual lessons and training sessions he holds after work. These kids have been coming here for a couple years now, He Tian remembers them. They are reenacting punches and kicks, arguing and giggling over different combinations and they turn to their coach for approval whenever they get a new idea. He nods along and fixes their posture a couple times, something soft in his eyes. He looks beautiful. Toned and pale as ever, the bare skin of his chest clashes with the black shorts and the tattoos that spangle his body. He Tian stands close to the entrance, leaning cross-armed, his shoulder against a pillar and keeps on watching over him though he struggles to truly appreciate the contrast of colors due to the fifth character in the scene.

A guy he doesn’t know is sitting close to Guan Shan, too close. His hair is an ugly shade of bleached blond and he keeps looking at Guan Shan whenever he speaks with big dumb eyes, mouth agape and enamored. He looks young, but maybe He Tian only feels so much older than his age. He looks stupid.

He Tian hasn’t moved but Guan Shan suddenly lifts his head and catches him right away, as if he’d known all along where he was hiding. The way his eyes widen for a second betray his surprise however but he quickly regains control over his face. It seems like he excuses himself from his little group, the blonde argues something, he wants to follow but he’s brushed away by a dismissing hand.

Guan Shan glances back to He Tian’s shadowy corner and starts moving towards the closed rooms in the back of the building, grabbing a few boxes on the way. He Tian traces behind him with a confident walk and ignores how all of his body stiffens with apprehension, every single muscle a little too tight. Guan Shan enters the room first and He Tian follows a few seconds after. He closes the door behind them. The handle creaks and his hands are sweaty.

It’s not quite messy in here, but the little office room is packed. The desk is covered with stacks of papers, cardboard boxes are neatly piled up in the back of the room; some are already opened and uncover the gloves, the tapes and bandages they hold. The window is open too, letting in the noise of the city. Guan Shan sets the boxes he carried over on top of one of the piles and gets to fumbling in his bag, almost turning his back to the door where He Tian stands.

« Hi. » he tries, and braces himself for what’s coming.

« You know it’s fucking weird creeping in corners like this? »

He Tian pinches his lips in a thin line.

« Why are you here? » Guan Shan asks then, still busying himself in his bag. He doesn’t sound angry, just a little cold, maybe annoyed at the disturbance.

« I’ve got some business to handle in town. »

« I thought you were abroad until September. » Guan Shan muses, finding the shirt he seemed to be looking after, a large black one. He Tian follows his hands and notices he has splatters of white and red paint over his forearms, his short nails are stained too.

« The schedule is never really steady. »

Guan Shan scoffs. He Tian know that’s a first warning but he can’t help but focus on the way his muscles jolt, on the way they flex as he flips the shirt over. He tries to not lose his eyes on the curve of his biceps. It’s a struggle.

« I negotiated a little. » He adds « Took over Cheng’s spot. »

Little negotiations that involved a precarious alliance, three weeks of tailing for intel and a couple of threats. It was worth it.

Carefully, He Tian moves away from the door, closer to Guan Shan. He probably shouldn’t, definitely shouldn’t yet he lifts a hand and reaches out to touch his bare back. Guan Shan freezes.

« I wanted to see you. » he explains, voice low as his knuckles trace the bumps of Guan Shan’s spine. It’s daring. It might earn him a hook but the pull is magnetic.

As their routine dictates, they hadn’t parted in very good terms the last time and for that, coming back to him is always a gamble. A game of Russian roulette even and quite a dangerous version of it; one where he never even knew how many bullets were hidden in the cylinder, each of them taking a different shape. At times He Tian had handled days of scowling looks and a soft kiss that had left him bleeding out, he had received sharp words from petty fights without wincing but just the weight of Guan Shan’s rehearsed indifference could pierce his lungs and leave him breathless. He will take the hits, he does not care. It’s a game they’ve played for years now and as long as the other still accepts to pull the trigger on him, he’d take anything. After all, He Tian is the one who bound the gun to his hand in the first place.

A punch never lands this time. Guan Shan sighs, his shoulders drop then he turns around and throws his arms around He Tian’s neck, knocking the air out of him all the same. He Tian holds back tightly, and finally breathes out, his fingertips digging into hot freckled skin.

« I missed you. » He Tian whispers. What a fucking understatement.

The arms around his neck tighten in response, only for a brief second before they hear loud noise by the door. Their embrace ends as quick as it started, Guan Shan stepping back and turning to put on the shirt he had discarded a second ago. He glares at the door, expecting it to open at any moment but thankfully, the people outside only pass by.

« I’m training the kids all evening, and there’s a party at eleven, but I don’t think it’ll stay long. » Guan Shan says when the room has quieted down enough.

« I’ll pick you up then. »

Guan Shan nods. That should be He Tian’s cue to leave, he has a couple things to settle tonight anyway but the other looks as if he’s pondering over something. He Tian catches how amber eyes roam over his face, for a brief moment they even settle on his mouth, but then return to the door.

« Get lost. » he tells He Tian, tilting his head towards the door but there’s no bite into it.

When He Tian gets back to the car, his cheeks hurt. In the tinted window, his smile might look shy but it’s wider than it’s been in the last four months.

#19 days #19 days fics #my fic #writing wip #tianshan #it's actually a two shot but sshh it's a secret #it's about 70% done #though I was wondering if anyone would be down to beta read it #i dunno if it's still a very common practice but I'd be super interested in feedback #nothing too detailed or time consuming ofc #might make a post about that soon #anyway enjoy my friends #this HT leaving arc is gonna break my heart so im planning on mending it by writing angsty stuff

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worstloki · 10 months

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Brodinsons are neat because everyone looks at the millennia old brothers and decides they must be in their thirties maybe forties equivalent, must have that life experience and wisdom from being adults so long etc. but they’re actually like early twenties max

#I refuse to believe Thor wasn’t having the throne shoved onto him bc he’d finally reached an age where it was acceptable to do that #like Odin WAS getting old and needed Thor to get experience in before he passed away I think #bc no way anyone looked at Thor and decided he was actually mature and ready for the job #their arcs scream 19-27 age group I think

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