#headless chicken writers

[the-nocturnal-writer]

So, so busy. Getting time to write has been a mission the past two weeks, but it certainly hasn't stopped me from trying. Some story writing and I've been messing around with lore things and updating old lore things I've posted (wanna make em' all nice and simple).

#writer ramble #I'm just deep in writing if I'm not running around like a headless chicken #I'll try to get some nice art and things posted for you all 🥺 #I have some non evenfall art but that's on the personal so this profile doesn't get flooded

[dangaer]

i say it a lot but genuinely i just want to say thank you so so much to everyone who has literally supported me on both my blogs ever since i’ve come back to the rpc like ... you’ve all been so incredibly sweet and supportive no matter what decisions i’ve made or what’s been happening in your lives i honestly don’t even know how to explain how much i appreciate that ...

#❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⧽ — ooc. #i dont rb too many self positivity memes bc every time someone gives me positivity i cry for like an hour and then its all i think about all #day FYDVUGDUVVGYU but like! #i used an az.usa icon bc im just ... so glad to that people love my blog #and the fact i can give my portrayals smth good and special that people /do/ enjoy writing and reading and seeing them on their dash #especially dia.lovers bc lbr its one of the most problematic(tm) ones going :pensive: #u guys have supported me through bouts of just ooc posting and bouts of draft posting. running blogs like a headless chicken and literally i #come and say oh is this ok??? or when im worried people always look out for me andi just #(screams. cries. screams again.) #i do not deserve any of you but im just so thankful i dont show it enough so i say it every single day #you guys are so willing to explore and understand so much for me my journey has been so nice here i just dont know how to describe it #mutuals ( affectionate ) #so many of you follow both my blogs and rlly end up with seeing my stuff twice over and thrice before back in the day #i am just a simple oto.me writer .... you're all on the way to my best route--- YUDFVYUDFVF

[imsparky2002]

Coward and Proud of It

(Nathaniel is drawing in his sketchbook after another akuma attack, and notices his classmates looking embarassed, their faces riddled with guilt.)

Nathaniel: Why do you guys look like that?

Alix: Dude, we’re such horrible friends! We forgot about you again!

(He looked confused. She sounded sincere, but why?)

Rose: I can’t believe we left you behind! We’re supposed to look out for each other!

Nathaniel: Uh, what are you talking about?

Nino: We didn’t go back to look for you dude! We were too busy saving our own skins. (He looks ashamed. Nathaniel realizes what’s going on.)

Nathaniel: Are you talking about the last akuma attack? You think you abandoned me?

Kim: Yeah! You were nowhere to be found. Weren’t you looking for us?

Nathaniel: Uh... no? Guys, you didn’t leave me behind. I left you.

(The entire class gasps in shock.)

Chloe: What are you on about, Kurtzberg?!

(He just rolls his eyes at the girl.)

Nathaniel: Whenever I am able to do so, I slip away from you guys. Afterall, Akumas seem to have a magnet for our group. And the best way to avoid getting killed is to lay low, away from the source.

Adrien: You make it sound like we’re a liability to you!

Nathaniel: *Bluntly* You are. You all run around like headless chickens, instead of ducking for cover and keeping your heads down. If this were a zombie apocalypse, you’d fail horribly. Well, except for Adrien and Marinette. Somehow you two always manage to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Not to mention you’ve never been akumatized yourselves. Main character energy if I’ve ever seen it.

Marinette: Yeah... that’s the reason. *Internally sweating*

Max: Nathaniel, you make up one fourteenth of a group. I am pretty sure we’d realize if you had abandoned us.

Nathaniel: Well, Max, for a guy with such a high iq, you clearly weren’t smart enough the other four times I did it.

Alya: Hold on a second, you’ve left us FIVE TIMES?!

(Nathaniel nods. He doesn’t understand why everyone seems so surprised.)

Nathaniel: You make it sound like it’s such a hard thing to do. When you’re all freaking out like that, it’s easy for a quiet guy like me to slip away.

Alix: (Talking about the Art Club Squad) But every time we texted you in the group chat, you acted like you were trying to find us. You even said you understood how panicked we got.

Nathaniel: Yeah, I was lying. You think I’m gonna reveal my escape plans? Then you’ll wanna join me, and I can’t have anyone from this class, even my friends, putting a target on my back via association.

Juleka: *Mumbling* Ouch, dude.

Chloe: Hmph! Well if you’re so elusive, tell us how on earth a nobody like you managed to survive all these attacks.

Nathaniel: Why should I tell you? You’d just try to join me next time.

(Rose uses her puppy dog eyes, and he caves.)

Nathaniel: Alright, fine. But I’m not taking any of you next time, you hear me?

(They grumble and nod.)

Nathaniel: Ok, Stormy Weather was pretty easy. All I had to do was avoid Alec, head home to my house, shut all the windows, lock the doors, hide under the bed, and done. For some reason, Akumas usually attack anyone unlucky enough to be outside. If they don’t have a specific victim in mind that is.

(The classmates all mutter in agreement. He had a point.)

Nathaniel: Next up was Guitar Villain, and once again you all ran off together, not even thinking of splitting up. And it seems none of you got the idea of just pretending to like the music. That’s what I did, just copied what I saw Ivan doing in class the day before, and headbanged like there was no tomorrow. I find the music to be cringe as all hell, not to mention the singer’s a deadbeat dad with an obviously fake English accent, but I had to fake it to make it.

Juleka: *Muttering* He really is a scumbag.

Nathaniel: Then there was Frightingale. I didn’t escape by myself, since I got a helping hand from a certain cute writer who I had been in the music video with. Turns out we had both been crushing on the other for awhile, and finally had the courage to ask eachother out. He took me to a safespot with the other kids in Mendeliev’s class, they took a liking to me, since I actually bothered to ask about their lives. You do realize that the kids besides Marc, Mireille, Jean and Aurore have names right?

Marinette: Of course we did!

Nathaniel: Really, what are they?

(The class is unable to even come up with a guess.)

Sabrina: Uh...

Nathaniel: That’s what I thought. Anyway, Zombizou was my favorite. Me and the Science kids got to kick love-zombie ass, and in order to avoid suspicion, Marc and I kept making out whenever they were near. It was so awesome! (He blushes before getting back on topic.) So yeah. You guys never abandoned me, I abandoned you. And before you say anything, no, I’m not sorry.

Alix: *Looking forlorn* But dude... we’re your friends!

Nathaniel: Well, you are. Most of the Art Squad is, but the rest of you only interact with me if you need something for your ships. You realize I’m an accomplished cartoonist, right? The Ladybug comic I work on with Marc is a huge success. I’m just as important as the rest of you!

Kim: Dude, we aren’t saying you’re not.

Nathaniel: Well I wasn’t important enough for any of you to notice I was being bullied by Chloe?

Chloe: Oh please, Kurtzberg. You got off easy.

Marinette: She made everyone’s life bad, Nathaniel. Not just yours!

Nathaniel: When you get bullied, everyone coddles you. When I get humiliated in front of the class, nobody besides my art friends came to comfort me, to explain to me why I got akumatized, why I was right to feel angry about what happened. Marc’s class also took the time to explain to me how it was creepy to write my self-insert being in love with a real classmate. They’re the reason I apologized to you, Marinette.

Chloe: Well if they’re so cool, then why don’t you join them!

Mylene: Chloe! We wouldn’t want that! Nathaniel’s our friend!

Nathaniel: Actually, that’s what I plan on doing next year. No offense, but I can only tolerate like half of you. I’d rather be with a class that actually recognizes my value, that takes the time to ask how I’m doing. If that makes me a background character in your world, so be it.

(He gets up and sees Marc waiting for him.)

Nathaniel: I’m not some helpless little lamb that gets lost whenever there’s an akuma. I’m a survivor, a coward, and I’m proud of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make out with my boyfriend.

(He smirks as he sees each classmate with their jaw on the floor.)

Turns out our Nath wasn’t abandoned after all. He’s just an escape artist. This felt so cathartic to write, and I hope you enjoyed it. As usual, let me know your thoughts in reblogs, replies, posts, and asks. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

#nathaniel kurtzberg #nathaniel #nathmarc #comedy #class salt #nathaniel sugar #they aren't all assholes #chloe salt #marinette salt #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #canon salt #smart nath

[thedeathdeelers]

remember that one time charlie revealed he reads/has read jatp fanfic and every single writer in this fandom lost their shit and were running around like headless chickens? that was fun

but actually 2020/2021 was a wild time

#jatp #julie and the phantoms

[carelessflower]

rating shtv jace questionable moment

let be honest, it will mostly be season one plus two offending screenshots from season two. critical analysis only when i want to, the rest depends. the descent into hell is easy after all

5/10 - see? sh writers can write, first scene with jace they already show how he treat alec the rest of the season.

6/10 - that his job

3/10 - friendly reminder, alec was the acting head at this point aka jace's boss, it's his duty to report any strange occurrence at the institute and now you brought a STRANGE girl into HIS institute, i dont know, just a thought

3/10 - yes it kinda is, and it's alec choice at that seeing how he your superiors

3/10 - jace would be a shit head for the ny institute if a random pretty girl make him act like this. and again, it normal alec get suspicious at clary, because he, you know, can actually think through situations and not dive in first like a headless chicken

4/10 - yes, he has working brain cells

2/10 - dont you love it when the dude you supposedly share half your soul dismiss your valid concerns regarding your life

5/10 - if he's as you said you would be six feet under or in some ceils not here talking shit

1/10 - yes alec stop, don't you know jace is allergic to reasoning

2/10 - he knows you should be supportive of your parabatai

1/10 - all i can say is if a stranger comes into my life, not caring for anything but herself and jeopardizing my job, i would let out far worse things than angry rant

3/10 - no wonder jace fancies clary, they are never ready to hold themselves or each other accountable for anything. true love

🚩🚩🚩/10 - right before this izzy LITERALLY said clary go out WILLINGLY i have no words, alec's way too nice i would have 'oh this you' and drag jace daddy issue to filth back i would go lower than hell. by the way jace never apologize for this so. flop

0/10 - proceed to lose her next episodes

4/10 - flop. flop parabatai of the year

2/10 - funny how jace only bring up the parabatai bond when he needs alec to do something for himm hmmmm. it giving suspicious it giving affection with conditions it giving manipulation

-♾️/10 - that a totally normal thing to say about your brother, the one who you share a lifetime bond with. i normally wish jace choke on a porcupine

0/10 - jace only contribution to the parabatai bond is 2x03 and when he use his nepotism to transfer the head of ny institute position to alec. and even with alec already on his way to that title before imogen swooped in

5/10 - ooh be making that face now suddenly you care? dont make me laugh

0/10 - jace lies so well, all that practice telling himself he looks handsome every morning paid off

0/10 - my three year old cousin has more critical thinking than these two

0/10 - jace the one to talk he's incapable of seeing anything outside clary

-/10 - for whither thou storest, I will steal, and where thou trust, I will trust to betray.

 💀/10 - took them ten episodes to have alec FINALLY punch somebody for joking, using his sexuality against him when he's clearly NOT ready to talk about it. yeah fuck shit up baby

2/10 - oh okay, let talk about how you and clary fuck off to somewhere with the cup when the clave and a race supremacist massacre advocate cult leader are both hunting for it. then you and she proceed to play house with your newly discovered fake dad and left alec to deal with the mess. oh, did i mention izzy's complicit in your scheme and you left her there at the mercy of the clave?

1/10 - your saving cause more problems than elon musk to twt get over yourself

4/10 - selfish intentions + selfish actions = season one clace. a match made in heaven

6/10 - passable apology but why he cant just resist making it all about him lmaoooo

4/10 - the only joke here is your life

tag list: @dustandducks @cityofdownwardspirals @magnus-the-maqnificent @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @wildesummerchild @cam-ryt @khaleesiofalicante

#shadowhunters #anti show jace #anti shtv jace #alec lightwood #im a hater with proof

[scienter]

I have always wondered where did the narrative 'caroline said she won't take the cure' come from?Wasn't it Klaus,yet again, imposing his thoughts on Caroline that she preferred being ageless and immortal?When Caroline was asked,she had already convinced herself she wasn't getting the cure because, she said, there was only one and she knew everyone had been running around like headless chicken for that one cure so Elena could take it.She didn't even stand a chance because,even for a damn cure,Elena was the first choice.

Anyway,let's be real.It had only been less than a year since Caroline turned when they found the cure.She had just started to reclaim her lost self-confidence,regain her self worth,work on her abuse and trauma that she had undergone previously and enjoy the perks of vampirism as well.So maybe she wouldn't have taken the cure then.But isn't it normal for someone to have a different perspective of life and everything with time?Caroline never thought she would get the chance of being a mom but she did and went as far as ensuring her kids were protected & far away from the supernatural world as long as possible(even though that didn't make sense since they were born supernaturals being siphoners but it's tvd logic !).She even said she felt like dying when the twins were kidnapped.These emotions had nothing to do with being a vampire.Her desire to get married and have a normal family never went away with vampirism.She could barely handle herself when her mom died.She fell into depression after Stefan left. Did the narrative,despite all these, seriously want to convince us that,after her mom and husband were dead,Caroline would watch her kids grow old and drop dead while gleefully spending an eternity guzzling human blood like effing Kombucha?

Why wasn't Caroline Forbes allowed a narrative where she could reflect on the girl she was before she turned,the girl who was unloved,unaccepted, abandoned & raped,to the girl she grew into,after she turned, who learnt to love herself first ,proved herself to herself,to the woman she became who was loved by her friends and herself(since they had all grown out of their teenage mentality),who didn't seek external validation anymore?Why wasn't she allowed an opportunity to stop compartmentalizing her two selves and recognise that she had always been extraordinary?Caroline's journey was actually internal.Vampirism was like her training wheels.She had to let go of her training wheels ,at some point,to see if she had actually learnt anything,right?

I'm not saying she should have turned human to only play mommy to Lizzie & Josie or give a child to Stefan.But at least a storyline,that involved her considering the option and mulling over the choices,should have been explored especially when she was faced with a shortened future with Stefan due to their vampire-human mismatch.This should have made her realise that her time with her daughters was limited too.She didn't have an eternity with them.She never did unless she had been planning to pull a Katherine Pierce all along & turn both.Instead TVD had her convince herself that her excitement about an unknown future(with or without the vampire-human mismatch issue) with Stefan was always misguided in order to motivate herself to stay ignorant of what was to come.Being human wouldn't have invalidated her prior experience in my opinion.It would rather have helped her learn something new about herself that she didn't before.

Your thoughts?

Hey, anon! I think there are two reasons why the writers didn’t spend a lot of time on whether Caroline wanted the cure or not.  First, the cure storyline centered on Elena and whether or not she’d take the cure. Caroline’s desire was ignored because her character was used in service to that plot.  I know, I know -- Elena was the protagonist. She was the main character of the story. I get it.  But the writers centered Elena so much that it cannibalized other character’s narratives.  Second, the writers ignored thought-provoking story arcs for the side characters in favor of reductive storytelling.  These two are often linked. You made a great point about how this affected Caroline – better than I could. So, I’m going to go into detail about how the writers ignored a fantastic character arc for Damon in season 4 by inserting the Stelena/Delena love triangle (i.e. Defan's Elena rivalry) into the cure storyline.

In the 4th season, Stefan and Damon are set in opposition to each other. Stefan wants Elena to take the cure so she won’t have to deal with the pain and guilt of being a vampire. Damon, however, doesn’t want Elena to take the cure because he doesn’t want Elena to grow old and die leaving him alone.  You know – the usual black-and-white “good selfless brother” vs. “bad selfish brother” storyline they’d been force-feeding the audience for years. If that wasn’t reductive enough the writers took it one step further in the finale: Elena wanted Damon to take the cure, but Damon says he wouldn’t take the cure because he doesn’t want to be human.

The problem with Damon’s answer is that it contradicts Damon’s existential crisis in season 2: “I miss being human. I miss it more than anything in the world.”

What the hell writers!? How did Damon go from having an existential crisis because he missed being human to not wanting to take the cure because he doesn’t want to be human?

Damon was never given an arc for this.   There was never an exploration of Damon’s feelings. There was never an explanation for this attitude change.  The writers reversed Damon’s attitude out of nowhere in service of the Will-Elena-Take-The-Cure storyline (which turned out to be a symbolic which-brother-will-Elena-choose storyline).  

This frustrated me because the cure storyline was the PERFECT OPPORTUNITY to explore Damon’s existential crisis from season 2 and the writers dropped the ball. They completely ignored it. Why? Well, you answered it in your ask:

“When Caroline was asked, she had already convinced herself she wasn't getting the cure because, she said, there was only one and she knew everyone had been running around like headless chicken for that one cure so Elena could take it. She didn't even stand a chance because, even for a damn cure, Elena was the first choice.”

Caroline’s potential storyline regarding the cure was ignored just like Damon’s existential crisis was ignored.

I know this probably wasn’t the answer you were hoping for. You asked me about Caroline and I talked about Damon. However, you made such great points about Caroline and potential storylines for her that were never explored that I don’t feel like I have anything to add. You also reminded me of what I think was one of the biggest wasted opportunities regarding the cure storyline, and it’s the one that frustrates me the most. The writers kept throwing out potential character arcs for the side characters because the story always centered around Elena.

#thank you for sharing your thoughts anon #you raise some interesting points about caroline #anon #ask #reply #tvd fuckery #tvd #tvd meta #caroline forbes #meta

[mlmxreader]

Sweat | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

anonymous asked: Now to the actual request: Could I please ask for the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary!reader or male!reader: "You're a fucking asshole" + "Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know"+"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon" And if it's not too much, can our favorite Missus Solomons and baby Cyril somehow be incorporated in? Like maybe Alfie gets jealous that Cyril is hogging all of readers attention so he starts mopping around (I don't know, just spit balling). Thank you, again! 🐍anon

summary: Alfie isn't happy when his boyfriend's attention is elsewhere.

tws: jealousy, swearing, suggestive near the end 👀

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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It was Alfie's idea to spend the weekend with his mother at her home that he had bought for her when he started earning serious money with his business; she welcomed you both with open arms, and told you all about the friends she had made in the village and how thankful she was that there was a Synagogue nearby.

But while Alfie helped her to cook the evening meals, he did notice something; you kept abandoning him. He had insisted on bringing the dog, Cyril, the big brown bullmastiff that he had raised since it was a pup.

But he wasn't expecting the loyal hound to take his boyfriend's attention; for seemingly hours, Cyril had you out in the garden throwing a stick back and forth. Wagging his tail and excitedly barking when you raised it above your head to throw it.

When she noticed her son's sour mood, though, Missus Solomons laughed as she shook her head. "Don't look so sour, you'll make the milk turn bad."

Alfie huffed. "He's been out there all day throwing the stick for the dog - he ain't even fuckin' noticed me."

She grinned, gently patting his cheek. "And have you tried to talk to him all day? Or have you been moping in my kitchen?"

"But, Mum-"

"Answer me."

"Been mopin', ain't I?" He huffed, wiping his hands off on a towel when she nodded knowingly. "I thought you needed a hand."

Missus Solomons laughed. "I fed you enough times on my own when you were small… go talk to him."

Alfie nodded, not wanting to disobey his mother as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way out to the garden; he paused for a moment, watching you run up and down the grass with the dog. Laughing and smiling.

Alfie smiled to himself for a moment; man's best friend indeed. Cyril had always been protective of you, and seemed to know when the shellshock was getting to you; he always slept with his head on your chest before it happened, and would whimper and nudge you until you came back to the present day.

Alfie was glad of it, really; it let him stay at ease when he left the house for the day, knowing that you had Cyril to help calm you down and keep your mind in the modern world. It was like being around the dog was therapeutic for you.

Man's best friend indeed.

But you stopped when you saw Alfie standing there, grinning as you wiped sweat from your forehead, exposing your stomach for a second; Alfie didn't hesitate to take a look at the exposed skin, his gaze travelling to the sweat stains on your shirt that made the material cling and hug to your body.

He swallowed thickly.

"You done?"

You shrugged. "He wants to play, Alf. Been running around like a headless chicken and chucking a stick for fuck knows how long."

He shook his head. "You got any time for me?"

You quirked a brow as you tilted your head to the side, the sunlight hitting your neck just right and illuminating how the skin glistened with sweat. "What'd you mean?"

Alfie sat on the nearest step, and used two fingers to silently call you over; you did as he said, sitting on his lap as you put your hands on his shoulders. "You've been out here all day, ain't said one fuckin' word to me."

"Oh, Alfie," you chuckled, shaking your head. "Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know."

"You're a fuckin' asshole," he grumbled, watching as you retracted your hands, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "Oi, don't be a tease."

You leaned forward, your lips next to his ear as you smiled. "Y'know, I'm all sweaty - I think I ought to change."

Alfie clenched his jaw. "I just fuckin' said, don't be a tease."

"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon," you tilted his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes. "Tell Cyril to get inside, and meet me in the shed, yeah?"

Alfie nodded, waiting for you to wander down to the shed before he ushered the dog inside. "Ma! We gotta deal with somethin', we won't be long but don't fuckin' go down to the shed!"

His mother didn't bat an eye, locking the door when Alfie slammed it shut. She knew what men got up to in sheds, she wasn't an idiot; besides, since coming home from the war, you and Alfie needed time to just be together. She gave the dog a pat on the head, and let him sit beside her as she carried on cooking.

Alfie didn't waste time, though, rushing down to the shed and slamming the door behind him, quickly pinning you against it and letting his hands fumble with your belt as you hungrily kissed him; he eagerly swallowed the soft gasps from the back of your throat, and when he pulled away, he couldn't help but to laugh softly.

"Fuck. I love you."

You hummed, reaching for his wrist. "Alfie… shit, all I've thought about all day is getting a minute alone with you."

"You got me," he whispered. "You fuckin' well have me. Just tell me what you want."

"Alf…" you guided his wrist down to your undone belt. "Please."

"You need to say it," he growled. "C'mon, sunshine, let me hear you say it."

He couldn't stop himself, looking you up and down, looking at every inch of exposed skin and how it dripped with sweat; he was hot under the collar, and needed you to hurry up and tell him what you wanted.

The sight of you soaked with sweat always had that effect on him, and the worst was when you were helping him with business; he knew other men looked, and that you showed off by taking your shirt off. Wearing just gloves, your trousers and boots. A cap if it was particularly sunny.

Fuck.

It made his head spin to even think about it.

"Alfie?" You hummed. "Did you hear me?"

"No," he breathed out. "Say it again for me."

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[lovemewednesdays]

I have a question about SAG and non-domestic actors/movie productions. If an actor is in SAG but currently doing a movie in another country, and they're the only SAG actor in the production, as well as maybe the only American actor in the production, would they stop filming or continue and be crossing a picket line? And how do non-American actors who might also be in SAG continue? Do work outside of America? Or is the SAG for all the actors who want to join in the whole world?

Sorry about asking so many questions.

Don't apologize for asking questions! I think it's great. FULL DISCLOSURE: I am not an actor. I am a writer, I'm not based in LA (yet), but I was there when the WGA strike started and was on the picket line for the WGA. Most of the information I know has been about the WGA. However, I did watch the press conference and can connect some dots for you. However, do not take anything I'm about to say as law, as it could be incorrect.

Multiple Deadline articles have come out about international productions. The UK, in particular, have very strict anti-union laws – the word "draconian" has been used to describe them. These laws affect the actions that the SAG-AFTRA members working in the UK and abroad can take to show solidarity and/or fight for better working conditions compared to the members working stateside. I don't think it would necessarily be crossing the picket line or scabbing, per se; it's just a shitty situation for those artists.

I know that House of the Dragon is still in production – they film in the UK – and the Dune prequel series will resume production in Hungary soon.

Long story short – I think it all depends on the union laws in each country.

I hope this helps! If anyone else with a deeper understanding of the SAG-AFTRA strike terms wants to chime in, please do!

EDIT: This also might shed some light on the subject:

#sag strike #wga strike #sag aftra #ask nic

[mushiemellows]

Okay SO I've been thinking a ton lately about the post-monoculture american franchise vacuum and how american art is in this really weird stage. It's happening in all levels, too, like I left working in contemporary art spaces last year because they're struggling to figure out how to present american identity in an outward facing way (rn big name contemporary art spaces are still very much stuck in that 2010s neoliberal palatable acceptability politics rut and they refuse to get interesting with it anyways).

So like, a few different things are coinciding with the way american mainstream media is structured that make it so right now, we are producing literally nothing on a mass cultural level. In some ways, I think that this is a good thing, america needs to step the FUCK back and reanalyze QUITE a lot of things. But regardless, culture is a byproduct of existence and therefore will be created regardless. There's two sides of mass scale art production, internal propaganda (art made by and for the people of the same culture) and external propaganda (art designed to advertise/project the image of/signify/idealize etc for those who are of a different culture). The way art production in america woks (namely: film, tv, AAA video games, a particular caliber of pop record label music) has been so stratified under the creator class of capitalism that the blood flow of culture is being cut off. The way global exporting also works, the mass marketability of a thing outweighs its cultral connections (think like, what's going on with Disney/Pixar movies atm).

It's easy to associate propaganda, particularly internal propaganda, as having strictly a nationalistic context, but keep in mind that I'm using a much broader definition. All art is propaganda because all produced art is an artist trying to establish or normalize a particular worldview. And I am two minds about this (as one should be when engaging with ALL art) but it boils down to like, for example, Captain America TWS. I can both like that film as a film, enjoy the ideas that it plays with, AND maintain a critical eye about how a nationalized protagonist icon is being fed to me (a post-modern aryan buff super hero symbol of america is still an aryan buff super hero symbol at the end of the day. The russians are still the bad guys. the black man still plays support. the tropes are still old. I'm getting off topic)

Anyways, so in terms of how america makes art right now, I think the three things we make quite effectively are youtube videos, indie music, and steam games that go for $15 and under. Everything else is a fucking headless chicken because shareholders and those with the MEANS to make art are only motivated by the PROFIT of making art, and therefore generally do not fund things that feel culturally resonant. But at the same time, America in the 20th century made A LOT of it's money in global art export, so there's this sense of like, lost glory almost. Like the profits are still being made or whatever so this shit's still getting produced but like. I feel more culturally connected to Stardew Valley than I do to the Rise of Skywalker does that make ANY SENSE?!

This is only getting worse because in america, the production of essentially everything gets shifted into in import. We don't make many things (except fucking WEAPONS jfc), we don't grow as many crops as we once did (the majority of crops I believe are for feeding livestock, and the only reason we don't import meat is because it would go bad lol) and the big shift of the last 25 years has been to start importing essentially all of our art (hey! I'm posting this on my blog devoted to the biggest global export comic in the world! What a coincidence!).

This process has only been amplified by the writers/actors strike. We still havent felt the effects of it because of how the pipeline works, that'll catch up in about 6-10 months from now. Last time we played this game, the void was filled by low budget trashy reality tv, but they can't really play that card a second time in a row so it looks like the next move is eastern imported media (kdramas and shounen manga tbh) (Netflix isn't investing their whole pussy into one piece because they think Luffy's brand of leftism is cool, they're doing it because infinite tv generating box prints money) (one of the reasons i like studying this fucking show and fandom is that it has so much potential to be bastardized by ai and bullshit and then the people keep putting the heart back into it and I just think that's neat, but it still is valid to criticize the infinite money printing box is what I'm saying)

There's this really fascinating void that is being filled by export because the means of art production under capitalism prioritize what's cheap over how communities have naturally created culture over the years. I moved 3,000 miles a few years ago and I ate at the same restaurants and bought the same groceries and watch the same movies at the same amc's. If we were living just like 150 years ago that would not be the case, that big of a distance should take you to a culture wildly different from your own in most other contexts (or like. Europe.)

What I'm saying is that I don't want a new face of propaganda, I don't want art assigned to me. I want to live in community and make shit with my hands and i want that to be enough.

Anyways, in summation, Franky's one of the best post-modern caricature the american man ever penned to paper because he processes the external projected propaganda while also acknowledging that the real fun shit that is kinda commendable is when we're dirty angry kinky fuckin rock and roll queers and true freedom comes from relinquishing positions of power in this essay I will...

#the ouroboros has now fed into itself and the really fun part is what's going to happen next i'm telling you #this is american specific because thats what i can comment on #so like american cartoon abstractions of ourselves are actually very mean spirited and i think that says something about cultural attitudes #long post

[haggishlyhagging]

The discovery of the chopped-up bodies in Belle Gunness's chicken yard changed everything. It caused a terrific stir. To see her burned-out lair, the open graves, the makeshift morgue in the carriage shed, thousands of people flocked to La Porte and paid enterprising livery men a dime for the wagon ride out to the place. (The return trip cost a quarter; Belle Gunness was not the last greedy entrepreneur in La Porte.) On the first Sunday after the victims were found in the chicken yard, ten thousand people came to La Porte, almost doubling the town's population; on the following Sunday, fifteen thousand people visited the farm. The Lake Erie and Western Railroad scheduled special Sunday excursion trains from Indianapolis. Interurban cars and automobiles came from Michigan City and Chicago. At the farm the crowds trampled the fields, stripped the leaves from the trees, picked bricks from the ruins. The Gunness place became "a Mecca for curiosity seekers," according to the Chicago Tribune, and not a bad place for a picnic. Vendors hawked their wares: candy, ice cream, and picture postcards of Andrew Helgelein's dismembered body. The crowd included "women in smartly tailored gowns who came all the way from Chicago with their husbands in costly automobiles, old men and old women ... and hired men galore from all the farms in northern Indiana. ... Members of churches mingled with the demimonde in struggling for views of the pits from which the bodies were taken." In the crush, babies were neglected and people on crutches were pushed aside. "Women clawed at the little red carriage house" where the bodies were laid out. "They stuck their fingers in the cracks and wrenched in an attempt to pry them apart far enough to see inside.... Men boosted each other to the window in the end of the structure and gazed at the bodies until others behind pushed them from their places to make room for other gazers." At last Sheriff Smutzer gave in; he opened the carriage-house doors and let the spectators file by to gape at the reeking skeletons.

The town made a business of it. For reporters and other overnight visitors, cots lined the halls of La Porte's hotels, and spare rooms were let in private houses. An enterprising writer hurried into print with a pamphlet detailing forty-two grisly murders Gunness supposedly had committed. Reporters joked in print about "The Port of Missing Men." Crammed La Porte restaurants peddled tubs of chili con carne as "Gunness Stew." To the Trib reporter, booming La Porte presented "the appearance of a fair or big convention" marred only by fear of an invasion of pickpockets. All in all, the gathering was "an organized feast of the morbid and curious, believed to be without parallel in the United States." On that first rollicking Sunday, Sheriff Smutzer, who had stationed two men to guard the ashes in the cellar, was appalled. He had spent the week painstakingly unearthing rotten bones of murdered men with his own shovel. On Sunday he looked around at the crowd and told a reporter, "I never saw folks having a better time."

And so the folks domesticated the fiend and turned her truly psychopathic butchery into a titillating joke. Faced with an apparently genuine monster, the public turned her grisly farm into a tourist attraction, a sort of circus ground, and Gunness herself into a sideshow draw, last appearing as the headless woman—not a monster but a freak.

No one joked about Lucretia Chapman, Ann Simpson, or Hannah Kinney. No one joked even about Sarah Jane Robinson or Lydia Sherman. But Belle Gunness was something more and worse and different. The family poisoner was thought to be a woman askew. Something out of whack at the very center of her nature caused her to kill by stealth those whom she most should honor. She was by popular definition, then, unnatural and a monster. But aside from her poisoning of long-time husband Sorenson, Belle Gunness was nothing of the sort. She was, above all, an entrepreneur. As such, she was intelligent, original, energetic, persistent, ambitious, thoroughly American, and distinctly "masculine." And Belle's particular sort of murder was decidedly "male." She was a sort of female Landru and flimflam man rolled into one: Bluebeard with a profit motive. In part she used her sex to attract and kill. She knew woman's assigned role by heart; to Andrew Helgelein she wrote, "My dear Andrew: I am lonesome; I need help. I need a good strong man to help me. ... I put my confidence in you. I would depend on you more than any king in the world. How happy we will be when I see you. Come as soon as you can... " Helgelein, Budsberg, and Moo disregarded her instructions to bring cash, but after a day or two with Belle, each man went to the La Porte bank to convert his savings into ready money.

But the main part of Belle's attraction was not some sirenlike sensuality; it was good acreage, a big chicken yard, and a thirteen-room brick house. Like any good confidence man, Belle appealed to the greediness of others. She matched her suitors' desire to exploit her with plans of her own, and most often, she won. To men her story may have been frightening, but it was intelligible, for Belle Gunness merely applied to the domestic sphere the "cutthroat" tactics of the business world. It is not surprising then that Belle Gunness, with her axes and knives and her chicken yard full of skeletons, resembled those fictitious villains of earlier nineteenth-century cautionary tales—Mary Jane Gordon, Ellen Irving, Pamela Lee, Mary Thorn, Ann Walters—much more closely than she resembled any real woman; for those female arch-villains were simply the creations of male imagination limited to its own terms. Paradoxically, Belle Gunness was precisely what men imagined a vicious female criminal would be, and because that model was so outrageous, Gunness seemed to be—at the same time—not an unnatural and monstrous woman, but an absolute freak of nature.

Women might see Belle's crimes differently. Using sex and property to attract her victims, Belle reversed at one stroke the familiar tales of young ladies despoiled by the vile seducer and powerless women manipulated by the man of property. Her crimes speak powerfully to the vengeful, man-hating part of every woman. Later generations of men—always trying to distinguish the dangerous woman from the harmless—have emphasized Belle's sexual "hold" on her victims and have pictured her as a sex kitten. The cover painting for a 1955 paperback book about Belle, for example, depicted a young, buxom blonde wearing a black lace negligee and bearing an uncanny resemblance to Jane Russell. But Belle Gunness was not what men would make of her. She was almost fifty years old. She weighed almost 250 pounds. She was a housewife turned psychopath.

-Ann Jones, Women Who Kill

#ann jones #belle gunness #female killers #american history #female serial killers

[imsparky2002]

Where Was The Tomato?

This features some altering of canon to make Nath less of a creep. Just letting you know.

Nathaniel Kurtzberg was prepping for the undead apocalypse, something that he had been hiding from his classmates. He had studied zombie movies, comics, games, and books religiously. He had been turned into Evillustrator after getting caught drawing zombie apocalypse plans in science class. He knew his stuff and kept that knowledge to himself in case he had to kill an undead friend. When Miss Bustier, or “Zombizou” barged into class and infected Sabrina, the redhead knew exactly what to do. Sure, this was an Akuma who would probably be defeated by Ladybug and Cat Noir in a span of an hour or so, but he wasn’t taking chances. While everyone else was panicking, he analzyed the infected. They seemed to act as love-hungry zombies, repeating “Kissou” over and over and spreading the infection via smooches. Nathaniel also knew that Chloe had caused the akumatization, as usual. So he figured that in order to avoid Zombizou’s wrath, he needed to get as far away from Bourgeois as possible. He couldn’t do it at the start, as people would look for him, wondering where he had gone. He waited until Mylene had been infected, causing a panic between the group. It seemed that as usual, most of his classmates were running around like headless chickens, attracting attention from love zombies. Why couldn’t they just keep calm and find a safe spot? Whatever, he still managed to slip away, and began looking for a place to hide. Maybe the classroom he had left? Zombizou would be looking for new places to infect, skipping the places she already visited. He had dived into the empty classroom, closing the windows and locking the door.

“Alright, more like yanderes than zombies, but I can make it out if I keep calm.” Nathaniel said aloud.

This would be fine! All he had to do was keep quiet like always, and they wouldn’t notice him. Should he use a marker and draw kisses on himself, blend in with the rest of the infected? Probably not, they’d smell the marker, and uninfected kids might think he was a zombie himself. He would have kept on debating what to do, if he hadn’t heard a scream outside the room, a tall boy in a hoodie ran for dear life, before stopping at his door.

“HELP! IS ANYONE THERE! PLEASE HELP ME!”

Nathaniel recognized the voice. It belonged to one of the boys in Mendeleiev’s class. He had seen the kid a few times during lunch, sitting by a tree, always writing in his notebook. Nath had found him to be pretty cute, and wished he would join the art class, even if he just knew how to write. The paranoid part in his brain screamed not to let him in, in case it attracted attention.

“I’M NOT INFECTED! I SWEAR TO GOD! PLEASE!” the boy screamed.

Nathaniel felt his heart ache for the boy, and decided to be a hero. He unlocked the doors and pulled the tall kid into the room, locking the door behind him. He was immediately hugged by the hooded kid, causing him to blush. He heard the other boy’s muffled cries of relief, causing his heart to melt even further.

“Thank you! I thought I was gonna die out there!” the boy sobbed, staring up at Nathaniel with tears in his eyes. Nathaniel just shushed him, taking the boy to one of the desks to sit down.

“Sshh! It’s ok, man. Just try not to attract any more attention, alright? This is a hiding spot I don’t want to lose.” Nathaniel explained.

“I-I’m sorry.” The other boy sniffed.

He gave the writer some time to calm down. Once he had composed himself, Nathaniel stuck out a hand.

“I don’t know how long this is gonna last, so I want to get to know the guy who’s hiding with me. I’m Nathaniel Kurtzberg.” He said.

“Yeah, I know who you are.” the writer mumbled. “I’ve seen some of your drawings on the school website. The movements, the expressions, the attitudes, they’re all so... vivid.” he gushed.

Nathaniel couldn’t help but blush. Some people had complimented his art before, but not in such detail, not with such genuine passion. “T-thanks.” he sputtered. “That means a lot to me... what’s your name?”

“Marc Anciel. Better known as ProseScript.” Marc replied, causing Nath’s eyes to widen in shock.

“You’re Marc Anciel? The one who writes those amazing short stories for DuPont’s website?” Nathaniel exclaimed. “I thought it was just the Literature teacher using a penname!”

Marc beamed a little, scratching his neck. “I didn’t feel comfortable revealing my identity. So I went with “ProseScript” instead.” Marc admitted. He showed his notebook to Nath, as if to backup his claim.

“God, the dialogue, the use of vivid descriptions, the wit, you’re amazing, Marc!” Nathaniel gushed. “I’m glad that if I’m gonna die in a love-zombie apocalypse, it’s with someone with such a talent.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way about you.” Marc said, starting to grow in confidence. He then gave a little chuckle.

“You know it’s funny. I’ve sorta been prepping for an apocalypse, shame it was the wrong kind of monster.” Marc giggled. This intrigued Nathaniel. Marc had been preparing for a monsterpocalypse as well? They really were perfect for each other.

“Oh? What kind?” Nathaniel asked. Marc opened his backpack and pulled out a small black notebook. As he showed off a few pages, Nath could see content dedicated to holy water, garlic, silver, a bucketload of ways to defeat bloodsuckers. Every type of vampire was in there. Like Nathaniel, Marc held a lot of knowledge for monsters, except he specialized in vampires.

“I thought the monsters would be trying to suck my blood, not my tongue.” Marc joked, before groaning in response.

“I’ve been prepping too! Except for zombies, not vampires.” Nathaniel responded. They shared a laugh over the absurdity of the situation. Then, Nathaniel felt his heart begin to beat rapidly. The realization hit him like a freight train. He was in love with Marc. But why? He only just met him! Sure he thought he was cute, but did he really want to have a crush on him? Normally, he’d hide such feelings, but this was an apocalypse. Those rules went out the window. In an unusual show of strength, he cleared his throat, and looked at Marc.

“Marc, I think... no, I know I love you.” Nathaniel admitted, relieved to get his confession out of the way. Marc gaped in response, before hugging the redhead once again.

“OMIGODOMIGOD YESS!” He yelped, before being shushed by Nath once again.

“Sorry! It’s just, I’ve had a crush on you for a while! I didn’t think you liked me back, I saw you giving googly eyes to Marinette-”

“Eh, I’m bi. That’s ok with you right?” Nathaniel asked.

“Oh totally, I’d never be biphobic. I’m just so happy the feeling’s mutual!” Marc replied.

“Well, when this is all over. Would you want to make a comic with me? As boyfriends?” Nathaniel asked.

“Yes yes, a thousand times yes!” Marc cheered. It was at this moment that Nathaniel got an idea. He heard the love zombies getting closer, and grabbed Marc.

“Kiss me.” he stated.

“Now? Doesn’t that seem a little fast?” Marc asked.

“There are infected coming, and we need to blend in. Plus... I want to see what it feels like.” Nath admitted. Marc nodded in understanding, and as the zombies passed their room, they ignored the seemingly “infected” boys kissing each other. As they moved out of sight, the boys pulled away from each other, grinning from ear to ear.

“That was amazing.” Nathaniel gushed.

“Not how I wanted my first kiss, but it felt awesome.” Marc replied.

And so the two boys spent the next hour or so, hanging out together, learning more and more about each other. At some point, Nathaniel’s classmates would come back, cured by Ladybug’s Miraculous, but he didn’t care. All that matters was that he survived Zombizou’s apocalypse, and found a partner while doing so.

And that was it! I thought it’d be cute for Nathaniel and Marc to meet during a zombie apocalypse. It also explains where Nath was during the second half of the episode. Lemme know what you think in the replies and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

#nathaniel kurtzberg #nathaniel #marc anciel #marc #zombizou #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miss bustier #nathmarc #nathaniel x marc #marcaniel #zombies #vampires #au

[frango-maconheiro]

Welcome Home

Eddie Dear x Frank Frankly

requested by @randomvoices :

Eddie x Frank

(sorry for the wait, got some writer's block and lost all motivation, yippee.)

☆ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ☆

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💌 While following a beautiful butterfly to show to his lover, Eddie ends up tripping, falling g on the floor, and scaring the butterfly away. He desperately gets up, trying to catch up to the butterfly, after minutes of him trying to catch up to the butterfly, the little insect finally stopped flying away, Eddie looks at where the butterfly went, only to be met with Frank with the butterfly on his finger, looking back at him worried.

💌 Eddie is practically on his knees, struggling to breathe. "are you okay?" Frank asks, getting closer to Eddie. "y-yeah... I just-" Eddie takes another breath and continues speaking, "I was following this butterfly... the one in your hand... I know how much you like butterflies... I wanted to catch it to show it to you, but..." Eddie says sheepishly, going to take another deep breath to continue speaking before he felt soft lips touching his forehead, "w-what?" looking up, he's met with a flustered-looking Frank who's avoiding his gaze by glaring at the floor. "thank you for your efforts.." Frank says in a quiet yet embarrassed manner, Eddie smiles brightly and practically jumps on Frank, hugging them excitedly, happily giving him a soft kiss, and spinning them around.

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💌 Today Frank has decided to confess to Eddie. Walking toward Eddie, he thinks for the third time on the day, about how he would confess, but when he realized he wasn't prepared, he was already in front of Eddie and had already told him he wanted to tell him something. "well what is it?" Eddie asks sounding very curious, looking at Frank who is starting to blush a lot, "Frank are you okay??" Frank looks up at him and screams "I love you! Please date me!" before running away like a headless chicken.

💌 ten minutes passed before Eddie fully processed Frank's words, very flustered but also determined, he goes running towards where Frank went, so he could confess back.

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💌 the wind is calm, the grass is green, and Frank and Eddie are peacefully having a little date, looking for little beetles on the flowers. for some reason, a certain beetle keeps randomly flying in Eddie's face, freaking him out every time, and right now, that same beetle is about to make his mischievous move again.

💌 "Do you think there may be one of these around?" Frank, still focused looking around, asked Eddie while showing him a picture of a cute beetle on the book on his hands. when he didn't hear a response, he looked to the side to see Eddie, who is glaring at the little beetle that has been messing with him all this time.

💌 While Eddie glared at the beetle and the beetle glared back, Frank just calmly took the beetle in hands and walked far from Eddie, putting the beetle at a little bush. Eddie looked at Frank surprised that he got the beetle and glad for the help, smiling while observing Frank come back with a little flower on his hand. "Thank you for saving me from that beet-" Eddie stops his sentence, surprised, he looked up and realized that Frank had put the little flower on his hat. Eddie has no idea of what to say but his goofy grin and the blush on his face says it all.

☆ what do you guys think? ☆

#welcome home #welcome home eddie #welcome home frank #welcome home frank x eddie

[seance]

Is there anything you would really like them to cover in season 4 of TUA?

oh hi anon! mhm, good question, i haven't really been able to think about it outside the confines of what i know i can realistically expect of them at this point.

like, everything i could tell you would imply going back to the tone setting and the writing we first saw in s1 and that doesn't exist anymore since the current writers took the show in a completely different direction and that executive decison (to make it more nonsensical, more comedy like and less dark in general, or at least not really willing to explore its darker themes) is probably final at this point.

in my wildest dreams, we would have less characters dispersion. a lot more core interactions, to really build and strengthen the main dynamics. no adding 20+ new characters, no letting the siblings run around like headless chickens in general. a more focused narrative, some good old action/consequences dichotomy that we can SEE, less stuff they just expose through random dialogue lines that we are supposed to take for granted. more communication in general.

more consistent writing, no sudden changes in personalites, more sense of unity among the siblings be it for good or bad. i just want them to really talk to each other for once, wild i know lmao! they don't have to be this badass squad made of roses and rainbows and sunshine at all cost but i would really, really, like to see them adress all the things that were introduced and never taken up again. the undercurrent that existed between them in S1 did a great job in building up a tons of possible outcomes for their personal dynamics, be it as a group or 1vs1 and that completely disappeared in later seasons.

now they are all living through a reality shift, in a new universe with no powers (who were really part of their identity since forever) but what they lived through is still there. and i just know the writers are gonna separate them again, make them act like their own random storylines are more important but i do wish, personally, for them to be the center of the narrative as a family again. all that trauma and not even a real conversation to do it justice.

i have no hopes they are going to handle allison's character like she would deserve and that makes me incredibly sad, i'm ready to live through that heartbreak all over again cause a good majority of the fandom is now lost to her and i really believe is mostly because of lazy writing.

so yeah, no more plot twists that doesn't make any sense just cause of the shock effect (ask me if i'm tireddddddddd), more actual siblings interactions that don't revolve around stupid jokes, more carefully planned characterization in general and less npcs. i have ZERO expectations anything like this is going to happen but if we're talking utopia then this is mine gsdpg-

all in all i just hope we're going to say goodbye to them without any bitterness ♥

#replies #text #anonymous #literally as i was typing this my brain called me both stupid and delusional gsjdgs- #but what can you do. S1 still got its hooks on me. #the umbrella academy

[secretlywritingstories]

So there is this online space where I met a lot of great friends. We’re a whole group. It started as an anonymous chat room with weekly productivity chats, partly for fic writers, which eventually evolved into daily chats and hanging out while also doing productivity rounds. It’s been running steadily like that for actual years by now, and it’s such an ingrained part of my routine.

It’s now were I’ve met some great people that I consider very dear friends. We’ve watched movies, we’ve got a discord, we’ve done book club, we’ve had video chats, there has been irl meet-ups and will be more in the future. It’s just great, and I don’t know how to imagine not having these incredibly cool people in my life and coming into that online chat almost on a daily basis. Sometimes for hours and hours while hanging out online, sometimes just for a quick chat.

While some fandom backgrounds are shared, we’re also all over the place with what we enjoy, though there are an overwhelming amount of writers and I am almost always in the chat when I am writing. We get to share sentences, cheer each other one, beta each other’s fics, exchange ideas, ask for opinions. It’s such a lovely and creative space and I am sure it helps keep me on track with my writing.

And then today, BAM, out of nowhere, we were told that the space that hosts our daily chats might shut down. Instant confusion. Imagine us all running around like headless chickens. We took to the discord of course, reached out to each other through dms, made a new online chat on the site that we’ve used as back-up before. And yet, devastation traveled through us all, almost as if we were one collective being.

We were instantly trying to look up other sites that could host daily chats and testing out their features, making Google Forms to come up with ideas, Google Docs to figure out what we’d want our homes to look like. Just a collective effort to instantly find a new home now that “ours” had so rudely been foreclosed on without warning. It really felt like we were standing homeless out there in the street. It was a time where I was very thankful for both the shared tumblr and the discord server.

Not that we’d all suddenly lose each other, but it felt like it could have scattering effects on the group as a whole. And it’s a very dear group, with a routine that many of us treasure. Now it looks like we might have our home back, after what is just half a day thankfully. The relief I personally felt coming into the white chat with the blue border, our little names with pronouns and emojis and control over our username colours.

When trying to write what we wanted in our online home, I could just think of all that we have in the original one. Here’s to hoping that it stays open and we do not get a scare like this again. But we can never know. Online spaces are fragile, we are not guaranteed to keep them. Just like tumblr could one day vanish too, which would honestly hurt my heart so much.

But for the group of people that I am happy to call friends, I was very reassured to see how we all scrambled and worked together. It was a mutual effort, a mutual desire to continue to have a shared house we can stroll into. We can get work done, cheer each other one, catch up and hang out. It is incredibly lovely to see how much that was valued by us all.

#personal #friendship #my tumblr dabbles

[420technoblazeit]

btw if anyone was like. still on the fence about watching peacemaker it's a really good fucking show and basically the spiritual successor to the umbrella academy. peacemaker was my least favorite character from the suicide squad but the writers did a great job making him a really compelling character and john cena's got surprisingly good acting chops and a great sense of comedy

theyve got everything here, a complicated bisexual main character with toxic masculinity issues, beating up aliens and racists, a fun happy-go-lucky vigilante with a fucked sense of morality, found family, miscommunication issues but the fun kind where everyone's kind of just running around like headless chickens, an eagle sidekick, weird comic book fights but without the plot armor, making fun of the justice league, characters who are literally just Some Guy having to keep up with the superhero bullshit, a really good soundtrack, and more. 10/10 would highly recommend, it was a lot of fun

#peacemaker

[barbiegirldream]

the miss mystic falls pageant dance being a peak delena moment makes me laugh so hard. like did any of the later writers even watch that episode. Before and After the dance Damon and Elena were running around like headless chickens looking for Stefan.