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zee-rambles Ā· 1 year
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Lets. D0. This.
(Please note: Post will be updated as I find more resources and think of more strategies)
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Mutant May
YOU can watch Season 1 and Season 2 of RISE right HERE!
So Iā€™ve seen a a lot of people still wondering if Rise of the TMNT can be saved.
Thereā€™s is a lot of hope, especially with the boom of fans joining the fandom after the movie dropped last year, people making more art on tumblr, twitter, tik tok, and so on. But also a a lot of doubt, especially after JJ Conwayā€™s post on twitter.
BUTā€¦I still think there is a chanceā€¦a GOOD chance. WITH ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW! Why?
We live in the internet. Information is more then easy to get out now thanks to social media. There is all kinds of ways to get the word out to people. Letā€™s abuse it. šŸ˜Ž
Fans have brought back shows before.
We need a MAJOR push through social media, more fans, more art, itā€™s up to usā€¦and I think we can do it!
Fans convinced Netflix to bring Sense8 back for a finale
Fans convinced fox to bring back ā€œFuturamaā€ after it was cancelled in 1999.
Hey Arnold got the jungle movie thirteen years after the show was cancelled
Animaniacs got a 3 season revival 22 years after it stopped airing.
Brooklyn 99 was cancelled in 2018, and the fans convinced NBC to pick up the series.
Arrested Development was canceled after 3 seasons, but AFTER it was cancelled, it grew an audience and they made it come back!
Fans saved the original Star Trek in the 60s with letters.
They did it. Why canā€™t we?
So what can we do?
Wellā€¦
1. PETITIONS TO SAVE RISE that we can all signā€¦
PETITION 1 (The strongest one, but the more petitions signed, the better!)
PETITION 2
PETITION 3
PETITION 4 (save the content that was cut/we missed)
PETITION 5! (Make an ROTTMNT season 3)
2. Pester Nickelodeon and Netflix on social media (THE BIG ONE Yā€™ALL, THIS IS THE MOST DIRECT AND IMPORTANT)
Be polite, be non-toxic (donā€™t be rude or mean, the boys would not want that, and the Nick/Netflix wonā€™t listen), but be LOUD, PASSIONATE, AND ANNOYING! Ask for DVDs of the show/movie, and then BUY THOSE DVDs!
MAKE SURE TO ASK FOR THE FULL ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW TO COME BACK, INCLUDING ANDY SARIANO AND ANT WARD.
Sample DM/Letter (but try to come up with your own. Too many repeats and they will ignore it)
ā€œDear Nickelodeon/Netflix/Viacom, I canā€™t tell you how much Rise means to me, and I really love that you put the show on air. But it was not fair that the show was cancelled before it got the chance to reach the audience it deserved, only because of a few bad reviews and a lack of advertising. The show is great, thereā€™s tons of fans, tons of art, and people, including me, want so much more! Please bring it back! We want the original crew to come, Flying Bark, for the show to get itā€™s full second season restored, and itā€™s five season run like it was originally intended. People hated the 2012 TMNT when it came out, but it got itā€™s chance and now there are people that love it. Why canā€™t Rise of the TMNT have the same? Itā€™s clear that the creators love their work and thereā€™s a growing fan base for it. Rise just came out at the wrong time, but it deserves it chance to shine.ā€
The more personal you made the letter, the more you say what Rise means to you, the better.
As for me? Iā€™m sending them a picture of Pizza Pigeon with the #wewantmoreriseoftheTMNT and #saverottmnt
Request movies/seasons on Netflix.
Ask for Rise Season 2, another season, another movie. Just keep asking!
Nickelodeonā€™s facebook page (Look, I know that facebook is a relic at this point, but the more people go there and PESTER Nickelodeon, the better!)
Riseā€™s facebook page
Leave good reviews. Share. Leave TONS of comments
Nickelodeonā€™s instagram
Nickelodeonā€™s Twitter page (treat carefully, there be Musks out thereā€¦only use if you are over 18)
Nickelodeonā€™s TikTok
Niceklodeonā€™s letter inbox
Nickelodeon, 1515 Broadway, New York, NY 10036
Rugrats was brought back because fans bombarded Nickelodeon with letters saying they wanted it back. Might as well cover our bases. This one is a BIG DEAL!
Nickelodeonā€™s Corporate Number
1-212-846-2543 Call them! Annoy them! Ask how we can get their attention! Tell them why you love this show! Why it deserves to come back.
Contact Paramount
Paramounts Request form
Official Fan Page Riseā€™s Instagram
The more followers the better.
Netflixā€™s instagram
Netflixā€™s facebook
Netflixā€™s Twitter (Treat carefully. There be MUSKs out thereā€¦only use if you are over 18)
SPAM NICKELODEONā€™S EMAILS!
If anyone has any more, any deeper more direct points of contact, or more ideas, please share!
3. Leave good reviews for Rise anywhere and raise awareness everywhere you can!
One of the key reasons Rise did not do too well because it was unfairly review bombed before people could give it a chanceā€¦so get out there on tik tok, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes, and ESPECIALLY youtube.
Make reviews! Analysis! JOKES! Support other content creators! When the Rise Reanimated video comes out, share it like no tomorrow!
No one paid attention when How to Train Your Dragon came out, but word of mouth and people saying it was good, made it the success it was. Letā€™s repeat history!
Anytime there is NEW RISE CONTENT on Nickelodeonā€™s YouTube channel, watch it, share, spread it.
Share this post on social media, across various sites, use the information here to spread awareness about how people can help and what they can do. Be relentless! (Like Leo in Lair Games)
Ask influencers to review, react, and give RISE a chance without placing judgement.
4. Make. ART!
Draw, Write, TWEET, Make MERCH, Sell MERCH, Make Tik Toks, Videos on YouTube, posts on instagram, discord, what pad, demanding more Rise, spreading the word, and just showing how much you love this show! Not only will it attract attention, but itā€™s also good for all of us. There will be more Rise content either way.
Make sure to @ nickelodeon on ALL of your art! SPAM THEM! ANNOY THEM! DROWN THEM IN LOVE FOR THIS SHOW! Demand DVDā€™s and Blue rays of the SHOW AND THE MOVIE! Itā€™s not fair that we canā€™t have access to it!
PLAY THIS GAME!
If you see official Rise MERCH in the while, buy it if you can! Also support as many rise content creators as you can. If you canā€™t draw? Write! If you canā€™t create! Like! Share! Comment! Support each other!
Rise April ART Challenge
Keep in mindā€¦there WILL be pushback.
Companies as big as Nickelodeon and Viacom care about their bottom line: $$$ā€¦money. BUT pushback, whether they are taking down your videos on Tik Tok, striking artists on twitter, mean that theyā€™re taking NOTICE. So donā€™t. Give. UP!
One last thing to remember: DO NOT harass fans for enjoying other versions of TMNT
Even though Rise is the first and only TMNT I have ever loved, I donā€™t believe in shaming other fans for looking forward to, or enjoying other TMNT series. Gatekeeping like that was what stopped Rise from (heh) Rising as high as it should have. All Rise fans are welcome, and all TMNT fans are welcome. Rise deserves to reach more fans, it deserves another season, and it does not need to knock down other TMNT series to do it. Show them your love and your need for more Rise, without making other TMNT fans feel unwelcome.
Share, spread the word, give it your best shot! A village can move MOUNTAINS! SO letā€™s do it.
So that in the near futureā€¦we can MAKE THIS JOKE!
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lucozadehulahoop Ā· 1 year
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Star-crossed. Lo'ak x fem!human!reader
This was originally posted on my side blog @thankeywa. It's a brand new blog and tumblr thinks it's a bot so it's not giving it visibility. Please go give it some love, I want all my avatar!related stuff to be on there.
PART 2 HERE PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE
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I know that literally nobody asked for this, but I've noticed a disturbing lack of Lo'ak fics out there, so I've decided to give my input. I've had a story in mind for a while now, and I needed to get it out there. It will be a reader insert to make it more accessible, but it's somewhat based around an original f!character, so I apologize for that in advance if it gets too specific.
WARNINGS: Lo'ak is 20 years old in this and so is the reader, I do not write about minor characters. There will be eventual mature themes in this so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK.
For everyone else, if you like my writing, please let me know if you want to be on the tag list for future installments and SEND ME REQUESTS (head canons, imagines, sfw/nsfw, ecc.) ! I love that shit.
words: around 1.200
summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.
TW for this chapter: angst, smoking (don't do it, ever), brief mentions of alcohol, brief mention of war and death, brief mention of child birth, reader can breathe on pandora.
Y/n looked at the 'birthday cake' made out of cookie rations that Norm and Max had made for her. No matter how many years would pass, her dads always knew how to get creative.
"I'm twenty years old, you guys don't have to keep throwing me a birthday party." She reprimanded them softly, though her heart was filled with joy. Y/n was so thankful to have people in her life who cared enough to make her day special every single year.
"Considering you spent most of your early existence tied to test tubes to stay alive, we're merely celebrating the scientific marvel your continued survival has been." Norm joked, raising a beer, and y/n shoved him, before blowing out the single candle that had been meticulously re-used each year. It was a wonder how there was any wax still left on it.
"What did the birthday girl wish for?" Max asked, reaching for a dried-up cookie and cringing slightly at the taste as he chewed on it slowly. "The whole point of a birthday wish is to keep it to myself... or it won't come true. Honestly, I question your two's knowledge of Earth's traditions." y/n shook her head, before taking a celebratory sip of alcohol.
Norm and Max left eventually, back to the main base. They were more than capable of piloting a helicopter those days, and y/n was all grown up. More than capable of living by herself. What once had been an avatar lab, smack dab in the middle of the forests of Pandora, had been converted into her home. Pandora's rapidly repopulating fauna had surprisingly left her residence alone, well... mostly. There were still some creatures who couldn't help but keep themselves away. And by creatures, she meant Spider. Y/n was also friends with actual people like Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk, and... Lo'ak. Truth be told, she didn't know whether or not she and Lo'ak were even friends anymore. They'd been thick as thieves for as long as she could remember, always getting him out of trouble and fixing him up after a scuffle with his siblings. But then, around her sixteenth birthday, he'd started pulling away, and y/n had never understood why. They'd had a big fight about it, bottom line, he hadn't wanted to be around her anymore and y/n had to accept it.
"Open up! It's fucking freezing out here!" Came Spider's loud voice followed by an incessant banging on the door that immediately pulled y/n out of her reverie. "Alright, alright..." she laughed a little as she went to let them all inside. The Sullys were always insisting on spending birthdays together, even though some of them were now getting too big to even fit inside her 'home'. Neteyam had to walk around with his back bent forward, and Kiri knocked over quite a few things before they made it to y/n's main living space, which was more or less Na've-proof. "Happy birthday!" Tuk hugged her and y/n struggled not to feel crushed by the embrace. Even the littlest Sully was now nearly as tall as her.
Y/n let them all inside, already giving them dirty looks at the sight of gifts. "I told you guys not to..."
She stayed on the doorstep a little longer, gazing out into the night, desperately hoping one last uninvited guest would turn up. She felt Neteyam's hand on her shoulder. "He's not coming. I tried to talk to him but he was being a skxawng as usual..." Y/n blushed, not really wanting Neteyam to know she was pining for his younger brother. "Oh, right! I wasā€”just checking you were all here..." she closed the door and they both went back to join the others.
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"Alright come on, your mom is going to kill me if you get back late and I don't have enough space in here for all of you. Spider would have to sleep outside." Y/n teased, trying to let Tuk understand it was time to go. "Hey!" Spider protested at her lighthearted jab, but knew it was time for them to get going. Nobody wanted to get on Neytiri's bad side. Y/n hugged them all goodbye and thanked them for the presents: Tuk had made her a lovely drawing, and the others had collectively made her a rather beautiful necklace, which she immediately wore. Y/n waited on her doorstep till she could no longer hear the sounds of her friends chatting, and then proceeded to do two incredibly dangerous things: she sat outside of the protection of her bunker, all alone in the cold Pandora night air, and lit up a cigarette.
She'd discovered a terrifyingly endless supply of cigarette cartoons back at the base almost a year prior, and as soon as she'd tried her first one, she'd gotten addicted. Y/n hadn't told Norm or Max, of course, as it would have broken their hearts, especially because of how fragile she was. Y/n's mother had gone into labor in the aftermath of the battle for Pandora between the Na'vi and the Sky people. The soldier had lost her life giving birth, but her baby had survived, taking her first breath in the inhospitable Pandora air. Norm was convinced Eywa herself had kept her alive, had given her the ability to take in the air that hadn't previously failed to kill any other human. Sure, it had come at the price of being particularly fragile her entire life. And how was y/n repaying that gift? By cutting her miraculous existence short more and more each day. Thankfully, it was a while since she'd been used as a test rat, or had check ups of any sort. As far as the Sullys were concerned... they were way better off not even knowing what she was doing to herself.
A sudden rustling in the trees instantly made y/n alert and she didn't waste any time getting back inside. She showered, and shamefully hid her smokes somewhere her dads or the Sullys wouldn't look. When she had nothing else left to do, y/n forced herself to crawl into bed, placing a hand over her necklace. Her wish to see Lo'ak hadn't come true in the end, and while not surprising, it still hurt like hell.
"A pack of viperwolves? Seriously, Lo'ak?" Y/n groaned in frustration as she cleared her table for her best friend to lie on.
"I thought I could take them." He hissed as she doused him with disinfectant. "Yeah, well, you know human medical treatment hurts like a bitch, so it's either my way, or you're going to have to fess up to your parents about what you did." Y/n tried to sound cold, but she'd always been too soft on him.
When they were younger, and Lo'ak still hadn't grown to be double her size, they would often fall asleep together in her bed. "You don't have to keep doing this shit to prove something, you know?" She whispered to him one night, turning over to look at him and gently touch his face. "Your parents love you. And so do Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk and Spider. Lo'ak, Iā€” weā€” don't want to lose you."
Y/n was almost asleep when a loud 'thud' coming from outside woke her. Something was moving on her roof, or rather, someone... Y/n didn't show whether she was dreaming or not as she looked out the window and locked eyes with Lo'ak, because the second she did, he seemed to slide off the top of her bucker, falling down into the grass below with a loud groan.
He'd probably just woken up half of the animals on Pandora.
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wlw-imagines Ā· 3 months
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In The Name of Love - Clara Oswald/Reader (Doctor Who)
prompt: "you have some awesome writing friend, anyways may i request an imagine with Clara Oswald from Doctor Who? an unrequited love type of imagine?" - anon
a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing + the drama lmaoĀ  Ā 
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The Doctor and you had been travelling together for a while. You'd always remember travelling the universe with Amy and Rory, River even joining in every now and then. You were like a family, the five of you together.
When Amy and Rory left things fell somewhat apart on the Tardis. River disappeared off somewhere and the Doctor fell into a silent mood, moping around his ship for hours on end.
But it hadn't taken long before another adventure was underway, and you were the first invited to join the team again. Of course you had said yes, life back on Earth was nothing compared to the stars and there were still creatures of hundreds and thousands of planets to meet.
The adventure this time? An apparent wild goose chase to find a woman who had died two times, an act that you were quite impressed with so when Clara was finally found you happily invited her with open arms onto the Tardis.
And you had practically watched yourself fall in love with the woman.
You had also watched Clara fall in love with the Doctor.
There had always been something between the two, something you couldn't place a finger on. You just wished you had some time to think it all through. However, by time you didn't mean you wanted to be stranded on an abandoned planet for weeks on end. That just seemed to be the universe's misinterpretation of your wish.
The weeks had passed by slowly. It had only happened because you had somehow been taken off course when trying to return to London, 1888 in an attempt to return Madame Vastra, Jenny and Strax back home. How it had ended this badly was difficult to understand and something you simply decided to blame on the Doctor, besides you had been persuaded that it was good fun to hang around on an empty planet.
Until you found out it was infested with Cybermen. That wasn't fun. It also wasn't fun to find out they were planning on transporting down to Earth once their upgrade had finalised and kill everyone and take over and make humans a part of their army.
Obviously the only saving grace was the old bomb the Doctor had found that seemed to have been built as a failsafe many years ago, something which greatly excited the Doctor.
"So we have a bomb!" The Doctor smiled, clapping his hand together and rubbing them happily. After 4 long weeks on this planet, that might have been the best thing you had heard so far... and you had been told that Vastra all but cried when Jenny had told her she had loved her. "Big bomb on a small planet infested with Cybermen. Sounds like a recipe for fun." He straightened his bow tie and ran off down a corridor, "Wait there, I'll be back." He yelled over his shoulder as everyone shared confused glances but stayed put anyway - apart from Clara who insisted on running after him. You knew the pair too well and so made no attempt to stop either of them, knowing your efforts would be futile.
You stayed where you were on the floor, watching as Clara ran the opposite direction and just hoping she would stay safe and not do something too stupid like sacrificing herself for any of you.
You were too caught up in your thoughts that you didn't see Jenny approaching before speaking to you, "You love her." Jenny said simply, shooting you a sympathetic smile as she slid down next to you.
You let out an emotionless laugh, "Is it that obvious?"
"I like to think I come a'customed to seeing those kinda feelings." She smiled, sparing a glance to Vastra who was in deep conversation with Strax.
You were about to respond before the Doctor came bursting through the door with Clara close behind him. He clapped his hands and hopped up on a slight step. "Okay so I have good news and bad news, which one first?"
You smiled and answered for the group. "Good news."
"Oh, okay, well... funny thing, there really is no good news."
Raising an eyebrow you sighed and answered again. "Right... Bad news then?"
"Yes, so, the bomb can only be detonated by hand and from in this room and the cybermen are closing in."
"Which means...?"
"Someone has to push this big red button - I love big red buttons-" He grinned before going straight back to being serious, "and, uh, well... boom." He rubbed his hands together and suddenly looked almost guilty as well as serious, if that was even possible for the Doctor.
"Brilliant. There you go, we're sorted! We can leave and save the world by just pressing that big red button." Clara, being the ever optimist, smiled and approached the button. You, having been carefully watching the Doctor, stepped forward to intercept her.
"So the person who presses the button...?" You asked slowly.
"Yes, well there is that. Once the big red button has been pressed then there won't be time to escape," He admitted as he raked his hand through his hair. "Before the... boom."
Everyone stayed silent as the information sunk in. You took a moment to look around the room. The Doctor couldn't do it, too important. How could you let Clara sacrifice herself? Vastra and Jenny were married and you weren't in any hurry to force them to split up and Strax was just an innocent bystander in this whole shebang. You sighed and stepped forward, clearing your throat.
"Doctor, you always hog the fun of pushing big red buttons." You smiled, looking straight at him and watching as he immediately realised what you were planning. "I think it might be my turn to have a go."
Jenny gasped lightly and shook her head, "Well, no, there must be-"
"Vastra, take Jenny back to the Tardis." You gave apologetic eyes to your new found friend who struggled against her wife's grip.
"No, Y/N, I-"
"As you wish." The lizard bowed her head to you in respect before walking briskly to the Tardis, Jenny's cries of frustration muffling as they left. Strax, looked up to you and gave you his formal goodbye, soldier to soldier before walking solemnly after his mistress. Clara watched them leave with a confused look on her face, having not caught on to what you were planning.
"What-?"
"Clara, you need to go." You held her shoulders making sure she was looking at you. "You need to go." You repeated, becoming more and more wary of the clanging footsteps approaching from behind you as the Cyberman upgrade date loomed closer. She licked her lips and nodded, preparing herself to leave.
"Wait, what about you?" She asked
"I can try and slow them down." You held your head high in order to convey confidence that you were severely lacking right about now. "No need for all of us to die." You turned away, facing the direction the Cybermen were walking from. You glanced at the bomb - a weapon that frightened you to no ends but you had made a promise and you were going to save the world.
The feeling of Clara grabbing your arm and turning you around made your heart skip a beat but you stayed steady, refusing to let her get hurt.
"I'm not letting you do this Y/L/N." She shook her head, preparing her own weapon and coming to stand next to you. 'Not on your own."
You looked desperately behind you to see the Doctor standing still. "We can all get out, don't be silly. All three of us." The Doctor put on a brave face, one you had seen plenty of times before.
After walking up to him and taking him to the side you whispered, looking back at Clara. "We can't Doctor and the longer we wait then the less time you'll have to escape." You lowered your voice even more, "You know the bomb can only be detonated from on the planet. Take Clara and run." You insisted on staying, not wanting to let anyone else risk themselves for the cause. The Doctor stayed still, just looking at you for a while before taking your head in his hands and kissing your forehead gently.
"Say hello to Amy for me." He smiled and blinked a few times as you saw his eyes get slightly glossy. That was the only emotion you got from him as he swiftly turned around, grabbing Clara's hands and walking out much to her protests. "Clara, letā€™s go!" He shouted, using his sonic screwdriver to open a door in front of him.
He paused before nodding his head in recognition of your sacrifice. You smiled in response, sending him a mock salute before positioning yourself by the bomb again and turning around. You could faintly hear the sonic screwdriver locking you in before you met your fate.
You gingerly looked over the small box with wires - an old machine that had rusted over with age. Gripping onto the edge of the table, you closed your eyes and held your breath, praying that the Doctor was correct in saying that the bomb would definitely work. You also quickly reminded yourself that if you didn't do this then the thousands upon millions of cyberman on the other side of the door would otherwise infest the world that you had come to grow with and love, along with your friends and family. You had seen what those monsters could do and you weren't prepared to ever see it happen again.
There was hesitation in your movements as you placed your shaky hand on the button. The clanks, noises and voices of the cybermen could be heard coming closer. You knew you had to give the Tardis as much time as you could before you pressed down, as they had to have time to escape but the threat was looming nearer and nearer.
You could feel a bead of sweat drip down your temple as thoughts of your family and friends started to flood your mind, events and adventures you had forgotten about were becoming fresh and brought tears to your eyes. The heat in the room was suffocating as the door began to creak and crack under the pressure of an army of metal and you knew it was time.
"Good luck." You whispered, just having to hope that the Tardis had escaped, as you put pressure down on the button and took one last breath.
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"She'll be alright, won't she?" Clara asked, the pair finally joining everyone else in the time machine. The comment made the Doctor stop abruptly so he was facing the controls. He ran his hands through his hair a few times leaving the group in silence.
"We need to leave before this place blows up." He mumbled almost incoherently as he flipped a few switches. Vastra took a deep breath and took place next to the Doctor. "i should have done something. I shouldn't let her do this."
"On the contrary Doctor. I believe you'll find that the fault of Y/N's actions should be sought elsewhere." She sent a pointed look towards Clara who frowned and advanced on her. The move caused Vastra to grasp the hilt of her swords and hiss slightly.
"What are you accusing me of?" Clara's brow furrowed and she took another step closer to Vastra who hissed again but louder.
"I think what my dearest means," Jenny stepped in, always acting as the pacifier when her wife lost touch with human emotions, "is that people do strange things in the name of love." She gave Vastra a pointed look, still sour about being dragged away before looking at Clara more carefully, knowing she was completely unaware of any feelings you may have had for her.
Clara's head snapped up at the word and her lips parted. "Love?" She shook her head, "No, Y/N never... She didn't..." Clara trailed off as everything clicked into place. "What's she done? Doctor?" She dashed towards the doors and tried to open them but too late as the Tardis powered up.
"It's too late, I'm sorry." He pulled down a final lever which sent the Tardis flying. The noise of a bomb drowned out any other words and left a deep silence for a long period after. The impact of the planet, and everything on it, being blown apart caused the Tardis to rock and everyone inside to stumble slightly.
And it wasn't Clara falling over that hurt the most but rather the pain of losing a friend, the pain of a sacrifice that she didn't even know was happening under her name. Clara could never speak to her, joke with her, laugh or sleep alongside her like she had many an adventure.
Y/N had died for Clara in the name of love.
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Painting Lies 4
(Shalnark, Feitan, Phinks x Reader)
This will be the last chapter on my Tumblr but hopefully not the last chapter! All future chapters will be posted on my Ao3 and I will try to at least announce them on my tumblr. Remember TW/CWs for Gore, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, Trauma, Mental Heath Episodes and Issues, and more.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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The air was cold, arguably warmer than the bulkhead doors, but still cold. No matter what you wore, the cold front would have torn through the layers and stripped you bare. You held your cat against your chest, shivering as you rubbed your hands over his fur.
The cat was unbothered by the cold, but his eyes were wide so much so that the irises were nearly impossible to notice. He mewed and purred, not squirming or trying to jump away from your grasp. Big eyes traced the leaves falling down, there was an overwhelming ecstasy from the outdoor air.
Itā€™s relieving to not feel the pounding pressure of the three men, yet like a specter you starred unmoving. It was hard to know what you were thinking, everything you thought turned to white noise, lightly buzzing in your ears. The longer you stood the harder you breathed, the thoughts may have been too fast for you to understand consciously, but you finally ran forwards. You darted into the trees stopping for the briefest of moments at the edge of them, you had no idea what you were doing but you didnā€™t think about it, you couldnā€™t. Part of you had known that if you stopped you would have become too consumed with fear to move in either direction. Even a fool would have made a decision.
There was no way to know if they had seen you leave, your unaware shock had left you unaware and panicking. They could have been completely unaware, could be right behind you snapping at your heels. You kept picturing them as monsters as you ran, images flashing like strobe lights, fangs, claws, scales, veanom, blood drooling from their teeth. Even though you couldn't prove that it was real or imagined, it still haunts you and drags you fumbling through the woods. Staying may have been better, running may get you killed but, oh how nice it was to feel the cold grass against your feet.
Your soul was rejuvenated, reconnecting with the earth, your lungs may have burned with your nose and cheeks, but our desperation and franticness would keep you warm, hopefully for long enough. Still you clung to the cat, who didnā€™t seem to care about the world you were dashing by. Your eyes burned, you cried and sobbed into the catā€™s fur.
This running, regardless of how it ends, set you free. For the briefest of minutes you were free and away from them. You had a true moment of peace, you were released from the stress, not a single stumble or faultier in your step took it away from you. When your energy inevitably wore down you slumped against a tree, pressing yourself as far into it as you could. This one luckily enough, was large and the trunk caved in an almost den-like way. While absolutely not ideal to rest, you gave in and sat down, quickly catching your breath and wiping the dried crust from your crying away.
The stiff but surprisingly warm den left you sighing, as you curled up into a ball, tucking yourself in as your body heat warmed up the surrounding space. The sweet fluff curled up into you covering your bare feet as you shoved your hands under your arms. It was all a daze, the thoughts had started to roll in, akin to a wave of wasps, something that was horrifying yet something you needed to inspect. It was strange laying in that tree, you were so scared of being found, so frightened of being alone, that it all melted away until it was you and the cat. His unholy amount of fur rubbed off on you, shedding across the trunk, sticking to your skin and clothes. It felt just for a moment as your eyes closed, that everything was normal back home, at your real home.
You rested there for a short while, not fully asleep, but hovering in a semi-aware state. Relaxed enough that your breathing was slow and your heart steadily beat like it was singing a baby to sleep. Something in you knew that you couldnā€™t collapse into a proper sleep, even though your body longed for it. Even clinging to the cat wasnā€™t enough to calm you down soon enough, and as the night drew ever closer you sniffled into his neck and wiped your tears with your sleeves.
You lay there blinking up at the sky. It faded from blue to a pale purple, the clouds rolled across the sky, dragging leaves off the trees in their wake. They were wispy and light; they traveled like a breeze, or a dancer gliding across the ballroom floor. It was stunning, regardless of the way your limbs hung limp and you were so cold you hardly were able to move. That sky made you feel warm, it carried warmth through you, kissing away frost nipped fingers and toes. It gently cried against your cheeks with snowdrops.
Snow, you liked watching it fall. It set the tone for great times of closeness. Swaddled up at a fire or at least with a warm mug of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. You longed for that warmth, the blissful orange glow that crackled and giggled as you turned pages of a book. Fuzzy blankets, loving arms around your waist, holding you against their chest. Wool socks of faux fur slippers. Overused seasonal peppermint, spicy cinnamon, cranberry jams. Something so simple stretched on and pulled from a moment to a feeling that felt like a lifetime worth of love. Being tucked in by someone who loves you. The meowing of your cat screaming for affection.
Being tucked in?
Your cat screaming?
The sky didnā€™t look that purple anymore, it looked black. Had you fallen asleep? Itā€™s so cold too, why is that? Why are the stars so close? Why are they drifting away with the breeze? Whatā€™s on you? Who is there? You thought you were alone?
ā€œSweet boy?ā€ You called for your cat faintly. Your soft spoken works yanked away with the wind.
Itā€™s so warm? Itā€™s firm? But why does your skin burn when itā€™s not touching the firm warmth? What is that firmness? Where are you? Whereā€™s your tree? Whereā€™s your bed? Whereā€™s home? What made you leave? Why didnā€™t you think? Couldnā€™t you? Didnā€™t you have any rational thoughts? Any ounce of self preservation? Weā€™re you a suicidal mess? Did you really think that you were smart? That you could escape, did you have a plan? Did you know why you left?
Was it the impulse of seeing the outdoors, maybe it was the grass and itā€™s aphrodisiac green that lured you away? Though it was hardly even green now, the cold was rotting it, suffocating it. Did you think that the grass felt sympathy for you, or were you just trying to feel someoneā€™s sympathy? Why couldnā€™t you decide between abuse or neglect? Which is better? Would you rather be that man you had abandoned or left alone in the woods, to suffer until something killed you either way? Even unaware of everything you couldnā€™t understand yourself or them. No matter how broken you couldnā€™t understand it, what did they gain?
ā€œI donā€™t want to be killed too.ā€ Your revelation came like a prayer.
You could see that man. He came in flashes when you thought for too long. When you closed your eyes you saw the wall of tools. You saw his blood, and broken bones. You saw the marks from where he was secured against the table. You whimpered as you thought about it, through the thick wall of cold you tried to pull yourself to move, to open your eyes, but you couldnā€™t not until that firm warm thing moved away, and you couldnā€™t feel it anymore.
The sky was dark and heavy with snow, you shook your head and rolled over, shielding your eyes from the snowflakes falling down. It was a gentle snow but the breeze was now a killer. Ripping away the thin memory of your clothes making you feel naked and bare, as you stumbled to your feet snaking like a newborn fawn. You hardly could tell which man it was, but one blond stood a few feet away looking for something, calling out.
You hobbled with strange limp like steps half looking like you were frozen at the knee and unable to move your legs fully, and the other over flexible trying to swing itself out of place. There was nothing, absolutely nothing more horrific to look at in a physically alright person. The adrenalin must have rotted away your insides, or frozen in your blood and in turn ruined your muscles until they were the same as frozen chicken legs. Your frozen hands clutched your new found warm jacket tucking yourself in it before it could melt out of your ice touched hands.
While the snow on the ground was light and thin, the winds swept it from the ground and blew it back up into the air. It was hard to see ahead of you, due to both trees and the newly spawned snow. You were in so much pain, your feet burned and you sobbed as you grabbed onto the man who had been near you. With the wind and your pain his voice had been ripped away from your ears, and though your eyes were blurred and filled with tears you falsely hoped it wasnā€™t one of the men.
There wasnā€™t a miracle where you were rescued by a stranger who had stumbled across you. You knew it too deep down in the haze. You had recognized the jacket, you knew the voice even though Iā€™m the moment you couldnā€™t place it yourself. You knew your cat had cuddles up to him, even though he was shy around strangers. Perhaps you could have ran again and delayed the inevitable, ran again and died a slow death where you froze from the inside out during the first blizzard of the year.
Instead you collapsed into the arms of your largest kidnapper, one of the gentler ones even with his brutality you hadnā€™t gotten unlucky enough to meet. You couldnā€™t see his eyes, the pain and heartbreak that shattered him again after the momentarily soft gaze full of care and devotion. He scooped you up into his arms refusing to let you down again, regardless of if you asked or not. He walked forwards screaming out to the other two men, as a mewling cat screamed out about the injustice of the cold and his fear for you.
You kept drifting like snow, awake then asleep, awake again, and asleep. To you it felt like slow blinks, where your eyes were lightly glued together for a few moments until you worked up enough strength to rip them open again, just for the cycle to continue. You hear talking, fast rapid discussions that you couldnā€™t understand, things you werenā€™t even aware were happening, no one could eavesdrop on something like that. You wished you wouldnā€™t wake up, it would be easier that way.
You hated it, so much. Every second was slower than molasses, every interaction like cold water down your neck. Every conversation was like slicing off your own tongue and sucking on it. You were miserable, you debated burning every piece of yourself in the basement that they had splattered across their walls. You wondered if you could slowly starve yourself or mutilate your flesh in a way so gruesome they couldnā€™t fathom looking at you again. You wondered if you shattered your hands or gave into the intrusive thoughts and stabbed out your eyes or at least one of them, they may grow tired of you and deem you with no worth.
Wouldnā€™t you rather be useless than trapped? Would you like to be a pet or a victim of your own hand to be free? How much does freedom mean to you? Did you value your own worth more than theirs? Did they value you over themselves? Could they be so addicted to the thought of you that they seaver every piece of yourself apart until theyā€™ve taken every piece of yourself that you wanted?
Your fake room became your two roomed prison, bathroom and bed, the equivalent to your entire life. It was so peaceful at first too, that was sort of shameful to realize. The quietness of the room, the low buzz of the electricity, just subtle enough to keep you content and not annoyed. You had been upgraded from your normal blankets to a heated blanket plus your standard ones. A touching addition for someone who got themself stranded outside during a blizzard on accident. You were lucky they found you when they did, because by the looks of it the snow only got heavier, thicker, and much more wet.
You moved fast or as fast as you could, to grab a pair of fuzzy socks, or well you were desperate enough any pair would do, and some slippers. Your moving to gather something to warm your feet made them realize you were awake. You had curled back up, tucking yourself into a corner half under the desk, trying to keep yourself the least exposed from the air as possible. A clean rug pulled so it kept you for the cold floors, blankets hung in whatever ways you could to trap the warm air in. You had stuffed pillows in there too. If it wouldnā€™t have gotten humid you would have considered the bathroom and warmed it through a bit of hot water.
You struggled with your migration under the desk. Your skull was pounding and you swayed, nearly collapsing to the floor. It very quickly became more efficient to crawl across the floor and move your things to your cocoon. There was a lot of pain in your thighs, the mussels burned, your skin felt stiff, the legs themselves felt like dead weight, something akin to a puppetā€™s strings or one of those childrenā€™s toys with the string they hold and drag around the room.
You were drowsy but awake, curled up under that desk. The woven fabric of thin sheets started to look like patterns and pictures, faces, and objects. Theyā€™d blink into existence pulsing with blotches of light, though they never glowed, but seemed almost like a floating paper that slowly grew until you blinked again and it disappeared. They looked not like people you know but like characters from a show or game, unrealistic ones to be specific, animals from animated movies that stole from cruel kings, or strange robots that were murderers or nurses. The things you saw would raise a red flag to anyone but your current self.
You toyed with the edges of blankets and pulled at the pieces of lint that stuck to them. Picking and plucking. All the while you desperately tried to stay comfortably under the covers, whiteout exposing yourself to the air that still felt freezing. You laid there aware that Shalnark walked into the room, hurrying to your side under the desk, and pulling your arms gently towards him, but you didnā€™t pay much more attention than that. You saw Phinks and Fetain with heating pads, tea bags, and hot cocoa powder.
ā€œHeart..ā€
ā€œPoor cognition..ā€
ā€œRest..ā€
Everything was clearly there but you just couldnā€™t feel it there. Their voices grew fuzzy and their arrival truly only made you question if the hallucinations were getting more realistic. The more you laid there the more you sort of noticed something was wrong with you. It didnā€™t mean that you felt yourself blinking away the day, and staring at blank objects and seeing paintings, but you could tell something was strange. It was a kind of strange that felt like a dream. A face that you couldnā€™t quite remember a text you couldnā€™t read but knew what it said, or a feeling that you hadnā€™t done something that you were currently doing. In this instance it was a mixture of something not quite being possible, and a feeling that something had already happened.
Yet you just laid there until they slowly took away heat pads, and you slowly became more aware of their voices. It took a long while more than you were aware of, and one they were all too aware of. The floor under the desk had ruined you back for a few days but the warm makeshift hut was so toasty you could have done it all over again. As you became aware of your surroundings, you could also better understand what had happened.
Somehow, overcome in your grief you lost control and embraced the outdoors when that door was left unlocked. You still couldnā€™t say for sure if you meant to run or not, but you longed for the moving fresh air, sickened but stale air that you now had learned was poisoned by blood and guts. Youā€™ve see gore before, torture porn was a genre of horror in itself, an orchestra of screams and mutilation that on ocasion you mimicked and drew inspiration from. Perhaps seeing it, real and so close to you made you face a piece of yourself that you didnā€™t know the name of. It was more than fear, it rocked you to the core and twisted your guts like a pair of tongs. Plucking your strings and tugging you towards vomiting, but even then it was so familiar you felt guilty and wrong, yet you knew you werenā€™t to blame.
You could see the color drained from his skin. The dried blood on the metal table, wrists bound so tight the hands seemed to be blue. It hovered in your mind, and it haunted you. His skin had been drained of its color but you could see where the bruises had turned green and yellow. The bruises were all different shades, some so fresh you felt like they could have been only from you, but some so old and large that you knew even a hospital would be shocked.
It was a void in your chest, perhaps that was the best way to put it. A hollow cavity draped in burlap, inside a steaming pumping oblong sphere, it glowed a warm saturated orange, though the pounding object was a more scarlet tint. You saw it clearly in snapping images, the burlap hoisted up and the bosom folded over, revealing the hollowness, the framework of steel, the inflating bags that grew and shriveled up in time with the pulsing. You saw stitches in the artificial organs, blue standing out against the pale pinks and the red blood.
You fiddled with the wires under your desk as you pictured it. Perhaps it would be something you could create out of spare parts, though maybe it wouldnā€™t work like you pictured. It stuck with you though. Chicken wire would be too weak for the bones, but it would serve great for connective tissue, tendons and ligaments would need to be something like wire, thread, or yarn, but the mussels would need to be some kind of fabric, something strong unlikely to break yet flexible. You considered silk but it would be too rich for something meant to look natural, and common, the simple solution was cotton. Though you were also faced with the question of cartilage you thought of softer plastics, something that could be easily formed and change, but difficult to decay.
The more that you absorbed the ideas the more it sewed its way into your head, the more you forgot about your predicament, the more you didnā€™t care that this home wasnā€™t yours. It may have haunted you still, but in this moment of absurdity and being possessed by your own thoughts you needed to continue with your work the more it forced you to move and sketch. It would work not because you knew it would but because you were so desperate for it, that it needed to work.
Something about art is that it overtakes you, it just forces you to act and create regardless of how well thought out it may or may not be. Once an idea leeches itself inside of someone it doesnā€™t tend to let go easily. This brain-rotting idea had you scrambling to fill the pages of your sketchbook each one cluttered with bright graphic images, bold and saturated, details drawn in with ever improving line work as your hands slowly recovered from the cold. In your head you could see the threads woven together stretching to move exactly like a real muscle.
You tore apart the drawers, pulled out colored paper, and found some straws from takeout, you took those too. A pale pink slip of paper was in your hands, it was lightweight and you sliced it into thin strips wrapping them up into long tubes. You soaked your hands in glue, pasting them together overlaying them around a stick with the ends bulked up with hot glue. You slowly built a scavenged arm with the junk in your room.
You sipped a warm soup, some kind that was creamy and pale with soft chunks of pale meat and a green vegetable, thin slivers of orange. Youā€™re sure you knew the name once but at the moment your mind was hollow of any thoughts except those related to the arm. It slipped into your dreams, you could see your hands working and sewing. Paper would be combined with some of the plastic trash you had thought of working with. The paper would be layered with thin cloth scraps. The hand and arm combined in your dreams and in reality as you worked on it constantly. You ate and drank sure, but it was pushed off, delayed until the pangs made you moan in pain or until they stopped altogether. In some sense you forgot about the three men, the door was unlocked though you couldnā€™t ever remember checking it. Your cat and his plump butt would woddle in and out on occasion, resting in your bed, the closet, even the shelves watching and for the most part leaving you alone, content with just observing.
On day two of the haze, the men soon dubbed it, your arm had gone from a plan and a small pile of papers, threads, cloth, and other junk that you scrambled together, to a frame of plastic bones and strips of muscle. Thin and pink, like bacon decorated with ligaments and tendons.
Day three, those muscles were applied to the forearms and upper arms, while the placements needed adjusting and some final securing against their anchor points. The hands were mostly bones, but they had been firmly placed together and some of the smaller connections had been mapped out.
Day four the muscles were anchored in place and the hands were bulked up with their flesh. Thin coating sheets of a thin connective tissue substitute, had been prepped and some of the major arteries and veins had been completed as well.
Day five had seen the total completion of blood vessels and muscle placement in the limb, the connective tissue and fat had been applied in a majority of the project and the skin was in the process of being colored and matched to have a correct look to it. You fell asleep pulling at the connections admiring how they moved correctly.
Day six had been the day of installing the skin and a final fatty layer. In some ways the skin was applied like a sock, and in some places it was secured with adhesives or thread. You watched it move, trimmed and altered the measurements of the skin covering. The seams looked almost bruised in the dim lighting of sunset.
Day seven was additions of nails and other details, small hairs, moles, freckles, scars, and normal discoloration. Perhaps you had been looking at it too long as the daylight faded but the seams in the skin looked lighter, more of a pink tinted white of a scar on pale skin, then the sight differences in the original fabric of the covering.
Day eight you corrected the colors and details on and off the shoulder. The muscles that connected to the humerus from the torso sprouted out from it and you gently bundled them in a loose netting for easier storage. The hand was studied from every angle you could think of details marked I. The notes you had been writing, and then the arm was placed up on a shelf. You went to bed before the sun set that day, the door to your room was wide open possibly for the last few days, it didnā€™t matter. As you laid there, so tired that you slowly seemed to forget how to move. You gazed at it proudly even as your eyelids suffocated your vision. Its fingers twitched, tapping lightly on the shelves, slowly, again and again until you fell asleep.
When you woke your neck was stiff and your back sore but you slid out of bed like sludge. Pooling the sheets on the floor, small missed scraps of paper and thread were either covered by the fabric wave or swept away with the wind. As you zombie walked into the kitchen you caught stares from the three kidnappers. To them it was a surprise you had awoken with the sunrise let alone left your not-so-much-of-a-prison room. Though your pain from restless work was mildly debilitating as you burned your hands with hot water to relieve some of the stiffness in your hands and fingers. You were young so you couldnā€™t be sure, but you wondered if this is sort of what arthritis felt like.
Through your yawning you couldnā€™t argue as Shalnark pulled you away with a towel towards the couch. He spoke softly and lovingly as he rubbed your hands and wrists, as the tv was switched by Phinks to something only you really enjoyed. You heard the cabinets open and close, so it was guaranteed that Feitain had taken your breakfast upon himself.
ā€œYouā€™re still weak arenā€™t you?ā€
ā€œYou should eat slowly, but as much as you can.ā€
ā€œWe donā€™t want you vomiting-ā€œ
ā€œWe can always get you something small too, so you donā€™t throw up from eating too much.ā€
It was back and forth between the two blonds. While you knew they argued from time to time they finished sentences before they were halfway complete, shifted to slightly different things without a break in their linguistic flow. While Shalnark took time to focus on small hygienic notes, Phinks looked at the physical well-being of your body, and from the kitchen Feitain used a knife to complete your nutritional needs.
ā€œYou have pin pricks all over your fingers!ā€
ā€œYou need to walk more.ā€
ā€œEat light first.ā€
ā€œTheyā€™re bruised!ā€
ā€œYouā€™re ready to collapse at any moment!ā€
ā€œNeed more vitamins!ā€
ā€œWeā€™re glad you're okay.ā€
So you sat with them, walking back and forth across the room, trimming and painting your nails with a clear polish, snacking on cutely shaped octopus sausages. You showed them the arm, pulling and poking at the muscles, running your fingers across the smooth skin. It was a pride and joy of yours, and it looked so lifelike for your first attempt! Words and explanations tumbled like water out of your mouth, listing off ideas and things to improve it, how these could be something realistic like a large puppet. Though the tv buzzed quietly as it grew dark, the four of you dozed off in the living room, scattered across the floor with pillows and blankets, and the cat taking up the role of pillow himself.
Sometimes, like this day, it felt normal. Like a home and a family that had always been your own. The kidnapping hadnā€™t happened in this living dream. You still had your makeshift little art studio thing that was set up in your living room, and the window of your apartment may have had too many layers of white paint that the window easily got jammed when you tried to open it. That self you had stolen from a neighborā€™s trash may have been stained and kissed by a few stickers but it still had that look that reminded you of your childhood bedroom. Instead of the couch you could pull yourself onto a cheap futon, one too firm to be good to sleep on but one you commonly woke on in the morning. Being awake in the silence made you realize it all more than you wanted.
The tv eventually turned off as you laid there exhausted but unable to fully fall asleep. ā€œFeitanā€¦ā€ you whispered, not waiting for a response. ā€œI donā€™t know why Iā€™m here. I canā€™t figure out if I hate you or myself, or anyone else. I donā€™t want this, you know that, but even though I want to scream, I like these moments like today. It feels like a bad dream, but also like a good one. I donā€™t know what Iā€™m saying, youā€™re probably asleep anyways.ā€ You rolled over smacking yourself into the backrest of the couch, it was easier to hide from your embarrassment than anything else. ā€œIā€™m an idiot.ā€ You groaned into the cushions as your cat climbed up into your back, his claws gently digging into your waist.
You rolled and turned, your arm, crafted to perfection, laid perched on the table. Its fingers tapped and wiggled a rhythms. You held it. Feeling its muscles move and squirm as it holds gently onto your arm. Like a newborn you cradle it and wander down the hall, slipping away from the three men all asleep. You feel light, as if gliding across the floor or hovering a few inches above it. Nothing makes you consider going back to bed as your cat slowly trails after you. His wide eyes look up at you as you juggle the basement doorā€™s handle, and lead yourself down the stairs.
Your work station was left mostly untouched, the table pushed back a few inches, the pile of paint tubes tidy in their box. Some of your notes had fallen from their spots on the wall but you ignored them and approached the table where the man still laid.
He gasped for air struggling to breathe through his panicking as he saw you approach. ā€œWho are you!ā€ He yelled weakly, and restlessly, you hardly understood him through the heavy breaths. ā€œGet away from me! Just let me die please!ā€
His arm, the one that was broken, was horribly infected. It was bright red and swollen, the bone was now poking out through inflamed muscle and skin, now covered and leaking puss. In the furthest parts of his hand his fingers had turned an almost black purple, and he was struggling to move most of the arm.
The arm would need to be removed.
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
I've been tidying out my likes and remembered @elwenyere's open invitation tags on this, too, so here we go!
sshysmm's works on ao3 (user name is a ref to my old tumblr)
1) How many works do you have on ao3
128 (and I think I'm missing some of the band AU stuff I never moved over from the blog @theartistknownaslymondā€¦)
2) What's your ao3 word count?
1,038,645 words. haha. what the fuck.
3) What fandoms do you write for?
Actively, right now: Star Wars (particularly Andor; previously Rogue One and a few spin-off novels), the Lymond Chronicles, and I do very much intend to return to my fics for And Then We Danced.
I have also written for Ripper Street, The Terror, The Musketeers (don't look! don't look! it's my 'now can i remember how to write fic after over a decade out of fandom fic) and Utopia (another one it would be cool to add to after I get a chance to rewatch).
4) What are your top five fics by kudos?
good god they're all Jyn/Cassian. it's the only big ship I've written for I suppose
Be alright tomorrow (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Hope in the air (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Singer, save our secular souls (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) To steal what she never could own (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Delayed gratification (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian)
5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to!! Sometimes when I'm deep in the writing hole I just stay away from ao3 so as not to ?? idk?? make myself feel guilty? get distracted? so it can take me a while to respond.
When people are reading updates as I post them I try to respond quicker! I like to respond to acknowledge how grateful I am to people who took the time to read and cheerlead and say something nice. To show I appreciate it and the time they spent on it. If it possibly leads to discussion about what's going on in the fic then so much the better!
6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably just Hope in the Air, for sticking with the canon Rogue One ending and leaning into the sense that even if he got to a bacta tank, Cassian's in a pretty bad way. Also Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing (Ripper Street), again forā€¦following canon, dealing with Deborah's decision to stop seeing Reid and Emily's descent into a place where Reid feels he has to have her sent to the asylum.
7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Jerott wish-fulfilment!! The ransoun made, the prisoneris redeemit (Lymond Chronicles, Francis/Jerott).
8) Do you get hate on fics?
I don't think I've had any hate on ao3, no. Some blunt comments when I hadn't done my research on aurebesh well enough/resued a plot device, but not hate.
9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yes? All kinds? Idk, I'm trying to get more creative, though traditionally I think I write emotionally knotty, not-always-satisfying sex that does heavily lifting on the characterisation. And is also hot.
10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I haven't posted it on ao3 yet, but there's the Lymond Chronicles 1980s band AU crossover with And Then We Danced, which is just like. The nichest of nichey niches. Can't believe there are like three people who might read it, so it's still not as unpopular as a medieval Icelandic saga au of a niche Andor ship written in the first person. I didn't go out of my way to drive readers away, I swear!!! Please give The Saga of the Coal-biter and the Skraeling a chance, it's my precious baby.
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge, lol. I think more people would need to want to read my fics first.
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I'm open to it if anyone wants! I have had two podfics made of my works, which has been lovely!
13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
No, though there was a fun Lymond Pawn in Frankincense AU which started as me and @erinaceina spit-balling about Philippa getting captured by GRM and Khaireddin surviving, and @stripedroseandsketchpads wrote some nice whumpy scenes about it!
14) What's your all time favorite ship?
Oh, usually whatever I'm writing at any given time. Faramir/Ɖowyn was formative influences, though.
15) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I really don't like admitting that I don't think I'll finish something. I do have 17 subscribers(!!??) to a Lord Bateman (Child ballad 53) inspired Rogue One AU (What would you give?) so even though finishing that is very low down my priorities I'd hate to say outright that I wouldn't return to it.
16) What are your writing strengths?
Emotion, description, description of emotionā€¦ capturing micro-expressions and little tics that define a character. Because of this I think I'm pretty good at making people in-character even in weird settings. Writing people who aren't good or bad, just flawed and affected by their lived experiences. Creating an atmosphere. Also, when I pull it off, making you laugh one moment at something ridiculous and then sucker-punching you in the gut :')
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
That when I'm asked to think of my strengths I go blank. That I constantly, constantly overthink things when I've posted them in case I wrote something that will be horribly misunderstood or just actively bore established readers into giving up. The fear that what I enjoy writing is so inherently dull no one else will enjoy reading it, that I'm not setting out to 'write fic' but to write something pretentious and beautiful and that's not what anyone reads fic for. Also oh my god I need to learn brevity. Simple plots. Don't overthink the plot Jo. I what-if my plots to death and then find myself disgusted by all the ways they're inadequate. Actually what all this comes down to is a controlling urge in my writing: I want to control every detail of this scene, including where the information is lacking, and I worry that if I leave anything to chance I'll be misunderstood. But at the same time I love ambiguity and gaps and leaving things open to interpretation. Inside me there are two wolves and one adores unanswered questions while the other suffers from a neurodivergent urge to info-dump in order to make sure everything is clear.
18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I'd love to quote from Umberto Eco's author's note to The Name of the Rose, where he argued with his publisher about keeping Latin dialogue in! Ony my copy of the book is in storage. Also there's the wholeā€¦I'm a fan of the Lymond Chronicles. If there isn't untranslated dialogue in at least five different languages why are you bothering? And yeah I very much did learn a language because of a film and then spent a lot of time considering how communicating in this language as opposed to English would affect the dialogue and interactions I was writing. So yes, dialogue in another language when it's properly contextualised is good - not when it's random phrases of unnecessary Space Spanish because someone's exoticising Diego Luna.
19) First fandom you wrote for?
I'm of the generation where it was inevitably H*rry P*tter, if we're talking internet published fanfic. But as a kid I did keep diaries full of drawings and stories about Sandokan the tiger and Bucky O'Hare.
20) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I have like. Post-partum depression about the saga AU right now because seeing it interact with the world makes me doubt myself horribly, but realistically, it's my beloved child. It's just having to carry all my grad school trauma as well as all my past Star Wars fandom trauma and you know what?? It's good enough to do that. It is. It's the first of a trilogy, and I WILL finish the trilogy.
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As previously said by elwenyere: Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! This was very fun: @ me with your answers if you'd like to join. <3<3<3
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Top/Favourite Tom Hardy Series & Movies to Re-watch Time and Again
I was tagged by the lovely @hecatemoon87 to compose a wee list of my favourite films & series starring our dreamy Londoner, so *claps hands* lets get cracking!
#1 Peaky Blinders
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Honestly, can you blame me for this one? The first time I ever saw this series, I was skeptical about Alfie. However, how-so-bloody-ever, as the seasons went on, I was drawn in more and more by him. Something in his manner, his unpredictable cleverness, spoke to me.
Iā€™m currently on my second rewatch of the entire series so Iā€™m up to date for S6, but, Iā€™ll be honest, Iā€™m mostly watching it for Tom.
Alfie made my rekindled crush on Tom so much worse. I can already hear you ask: ā€œRekindled? What sparked it in the first place?ā€
To the last part the answer is ā€œI honestly canā€™t rememberā€. I just have a weakness for British men. And Irishā€¦ and Scottish. Anywho, I can pinpoint exactly when it was that I started gushing over him all over again.
#2 Venom
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Yup, this movie absolutely did it for me. Iā€™m sorry, but Tom portrayed Eddie (and Venom) as absolute hubby material.
Sure, I liked the story too despite hating sci-fi and anything related to aliens. I suppose itā€™s the human aspect and my own fascination with the ways in which we humans can work with the monstrous and harbour it ourselves, underlined by a scientific background, that has me returning to this one.
Also, in this house itā€™s canon Eddie reads romance novels and loves to watch anime with his girlfriend.
#3 Child 44
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Gods, itā€™s been too long since I saw this movie. Note to self: buy and rewatch it. Also, finally read the book! Itā€™s only gathering dust on your shelves.
Now, this choice has a kinda funny story behind it. I said to me mum I had found a movie with Tom called Child 44, which I rented on YouTube and would watch later that day. She plopped down next to me on the couch and, using my phone to broadcast on the telly since the YT app on it hated me, we watched it together.
I canā€™t say too much about the plot since itā€™s based on a true story. However, Iā€™ll say this, it was interesting to get a perspective on the KGB and life in Russia during the 1940s. And Tom as Leoā€¦ my, oh, my. I thought the accent would make me bristle continuously and Iā€™d tap out at once, as I tend to do with movies that have actors that attempt an accent that isnā€™t their own. Furthermore, there are some accents I just canā€™t listen to. Iā€™m sorry, but itā€™s true.
I digress. Tom as Leo, right. At first, I expected to develop pure annoyance when it comes to him. Yet, I didnā€™t. Tom perfectly portrayed the complexities within Leo, personality and psyche alike, nurtured by an oppressive society during a difficult time in history.
#4 The Drop
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I didnā€™t expect too much of this movie, which kinda helped since the plot is weak. Same goes for Warrior, by the way. But why did I include it in this wee list then?
*sighs* Because I like Tom and love his voice, regardless of what accent he puts on. And, sometimes, I just have the need to watch a movie with him, enjoy how talented and big he is. To not analyze the plot but the characters, put inspiration out of the movieā€™s weak points and hope to transform them into something better.
Plus, Bob is, in my mind, this adorable shy guy whoā€™s been raised proper and therefore knows how to treat a woman right.
And a werewolf bartender who writes paranormal romance, bite me.
#5 Lawless
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This movie and Tom as Forrest took me by surprise. I donā€™t really have an interest in the Prohibition, anything to do with American crime and history in general (except H.H. Holmes), but this was basically a Quintin Tarantino movie with less blood and more plot.
AND I LOVED IT!
Here and there on Tumblr Iā€™d seen some talk about Forrest Bondurant, bits of info from which I had composed a profile of this rough, gruff, arrogant and violent man with a keen business sense. It was almost accurate.
Little did I expect heā€™d be an awkward bub around women. Heā€™s basically a (secret) care bear in a cardigan with rough edges.
And with that Iā€™d like to conclude this wee list. Feel free to create your own top 5 and to tag mešŸ¤—
Tag list: @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons @alikaheroes @elijahssuit @vir-tual @dreamlandcreations @buttercup32sstuff @zablife @ilovemanypeople @woofgocows
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mel0000 Ā· 1 year
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My top BL-Series Of 2022
Hello my fellow Bl-fans. The girls/ gays and theys obviously won this year, so letā€™s look back on our blessings šŸ˜ƒ
Iā€™m not spoiling anything or Iā€™m trying not to, letā€™s go šŸš¶šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø
1. KinnPorsche
This doesnā€˜t come surprising, does it? I remember how I lived week to week back then and the mafia topic was still kind of new and oh so exciting. Enough sexyness, earnestness and humour gave this series a well rounded outcome. There were still holes in the plot here and there but where werenā€˜t any this year? Letā€˜s move on. (Waiting for season 2)
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2. Semantic Error
My god, these two held me by my throat in the beginning of this year, you couldnā€˜t help but immediately fall in love with them. It was a successful series and I hope Jaechan and Seoham will do another project in the future, but I donā€™t think so as of now.
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3. Young Royals 2
Another Wilmon gold piece produced, which plot went smooth and showed progress over the episodes. Itā€™s still very short for such an amazing piece and I miss Wilmon almost all of the time, but Iā€˜ll gladly wait for season 3.
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4. The Eclipse
The portraying of strong queers went WILD with this one. How Akk got weak in the knees because of Ayan had me gushing over them every week. The plot is lacking a little tho since some points werenā€™t finished/ worked on properly and Thua..no, just no. Neo looked so dann handsome in his role though and did such a good job with Louis!
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5. Between Us
Itā€˜s not finished yet and the plot seems to move too slow atm, but boy, Win is the consent king of this year and is doing the work for every bl character this year that couldnā€™t do the bare minimum. *COUGH*LITA*COUGH*
We also got a Pā€˜Deeaan~ and the UWMA throwback is nice and so well done from this perspective.
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6. Cutie Pie
Nunew and Zee feeding the sub bottom/ dom top fetish/ height difference fetish well šŸ˜‚ I didnā€™t like the bff side couple that much and sometimes the corny plot was too much, but the acting was well done.
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7. My School President
I canā€™t believe either that this is in my list already BUT IT IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS THAT COME CLOSE TO THE THINGS I FELT WHILE WATCHING BAD BUDDY. It is super cute now, not like you think at the beginning and I canā€™t wait for a new episode. The fandom posts here on Tumblr are also šŸ˜˜šŸ‘ŒšŸ»
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8. Never Let Me Go
This one is also here already. Canā€™t say much except for the acting that has improved for both Pond and especially Phuwin, my little guy grew up.
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9. Blueming
One of the best k-bls this year, hands down. Story, aesthetics, just everything.
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10. 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us
"You ask me what Iā€˜m thinking about, I tell you that Iā€™m thinking about whatever youā€™re thinking aboutā€œ itā€™s DADDY ISSUES, everyone! We all needed a series like this. It was slow-paced and kind of clickbait, but the aesthetic shots made up for that. Nothing made up for the one of a hell annoying mother tho. I also didnā€™t know any of the actors before even though they seem quite famous.
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Very honorable mentions:
Plus And Minus (best Taiwanese bl, still not over the cameo)
Star In My Mind (the Joong-flavour)
My Only 12% (good worked out plot, good acting, angsty season)
EnchantĆ© (the end omg šŸ¤¦šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø, Force is one handsome dude)
Old Fashion Cupcake & Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice (best of Japan this year)
My Secret Love (preferred the second couple)
Cherry Magic The Movie (šŸ˜ I missed them and WEDDIIIIING)
Big Dragon (ā€¦they could improve the plot for season 2)
Love Mechanics (the kinda non-con at the end turned me off and it wasnā€™t my favourite story to begin with)
Eternal Yesterday (I shouldā€˜ve watched the trailer, I didnā€™t expect THAT šŸ˜‚ but it was still good)
To My Star 2 (at first I thought we didnā€™t need the angst, but we kind of did)
Vice Versa (good story, mediocre acting, not my favorite couple except for the lesbians šŸ˜)
Cupidā€™s Last Wish (ā€¦we didnā€™t need that, but EarthMix we did)
Kissable lips (Iā€™m happy that the actors still work together, but it was mediocre)
About Youth (canā€™t remember anything, but it was good šŸ˜¶)
My Tooth Your Love (cute and the couples slayed)
Magic Of Zero (šŸ„¹ EarthMix and MilkLove)
Secret Crush On You (super corny and mediocre acting, but the topics they handled and how they handled them!! Rare occasion)
The Tuxedo (pretty actors and an okay plot)
The Miracle Of Teddy Bear (not my cup of tea, but Iā€™m happy it was kinda famous in Thailand)
Not so hļæ¼ļæ¼onorable mentions:
Minatoā€™s Laundromat (did turn me off and also non-con)
A Man Who Defies The World Of BL 2 (it was probably decent, but I canā€™t remember one second of it šŸ˜«, Iā€™m getting old)
Ocean Likes Me (cute and HOLLANDšŸ’“šŸ’“šŸ’“šŸ’“šŸ’— but we didnā€™t need that)
Cherry Blossoms After Winter (the non-con destroyed it)
Our Days (I donā€™t know what the person ate that made the plot go this way)
Check Out (we all know why this is here, I can watch porn instead, thanks)
Close Friend 2 (oh we didnā€™t need that as well)
Love In The Air (kinda non-con and Mame canā€™t live without rape in a plot, sorry not sorry)
Oh!My Sunshine Night ( I started this series and stopped after two episodes since it was boring, sorry OhmFluke)
War Of Y (started off good, but went downhill pretty fast. Been skipping the last few weeks through the episodes)
Love Victor 3 (not sure where to put this honestly. I loved 1&2, but this was a back and forth, which is normal for teenagers, but I think this wasnā€™t it for me)
Mr. Cinderella (finally a Vietnamese bl, but not my cup of tea)
Heartstopper (kinda overhyped, plot didnā€™t get me, boring šŸ˜¶)
Note at the end: Look how far weā€™ve come! Itā€™s sad blā€™s with lots of sex scenes get the most attention, I recommend everyone to just watch porn if youā€™re thinking a series/ movie is bad/ not enough because there is not enough bed sports displayed. If youā€™re an adult, you must know there are relationships that arenā€™t only in for the sex. (Since Iā€™ve seen enough people saying youā€™re not a couple when youā€™re not having sex, BULLSHIT YOU F***ING CHILDREN)
Thanks for coming to my rant. Letā€™s hope for a better 2023!
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I posted 6,857 times in 2022
That's 859 more posts than 2021!
73 posts created (1%)
6,784 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@a-christmas-saint
@lorraineblack90
@elveny
@bienmoreau
@startrekgifs
I tagged 6,855 of my posts in 2022
#star trek - 956 posts
#šŸ˜† - 607 posts
#cats - 526 posts
#art - 520 posts
#tumblr - 325 posts
#ā¤ļø - 259 posts
#fanart - 252 posts
#šŸ˜ƒ - 226 posts
#hehehe - 202 posts
#ds9 - 198 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#was out for a walk with friends today but one of them is pregnant so we ended up sitting outside at a restaurant for way too long getting co
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Trektober Day 28 - Out of Uniform
Pool time! šŸ˜ƒ
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Trektober Day 7 - Crew as Family
The lower decks gang is so full of love for each other ā¤ļø
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Trektober Day 1-8
First two pages if Trektober are done!
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I wanted to sew pillow cases this evening but right when I started measuring out the pieces on the fabric I realised that I hadn't washed the fabric yet... So instead of sewing I am now waiting for the fabric to be washed and then dry over night and hopefully tomorrow will be sewing day
36 notes - Posted February 22, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Omg I'm getting old. My 15 year old cousin just asked me whether the sticker on my laptop was an All for the Game sticker and that she wanted to read it some time
!!!
She was kind of impressed when I told her that I was there when the fandom got started. I guess she also thought I was super old but hey xD
But guys @coldsaturn @bienmoreau @linacies. We really did it. There's a fandom and it's so big and. Just wow. Now teenagers can find out about TFC on tiktok and discover that their cousin made the wiki (not sure if I'm going to tell her that though xD)
50 notes - Posted October 20, 2022
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myscprin Ā· 1 year
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15 questions, 15 people
Thank you for the tag @erzsebetrosztoczy NOT TOO LATE THIS TIME, so i'll be tagging peeps too ^^
LET'S LEARN AS MUTUALS!
I'm gonna go against the grain and tag up here *shrug* Booping: @pinkgelatin @oblivious-troll-main @vorpalfanficberry @sempercry @ill-heart @108garys @ultrabananapudding @the-girl-who-flies @you1gnorant5lut @ringo-smile @doorfighter @raoneven @yesitsloulou @thisismedannyy @endovelicus
I know it says 15 questions, 15 people, but if you see this and want in, JUST PLAY, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED AND C'MON IN!
Nickname: Mysc... self titled lol IRL the only nickname I've ever been given was 'Kidney' 'cause I be filtering shit for better or for worse.
Sign: Cancer šŸ¦€
Height: Vengeful 148cm (4'10" for freedomers...I say as if I am not a freedomer lol)
Last thing I googled: "How to look up all words you left comments on ao3" šŸ‘šŸ‘„šŸ‘
Number of followers: 243 c: As far as I'm aware, I've cleared out all the pornbots, but I'm not sure how much longer I can fend them off
Song stuck in my head: "Lets take a Rocketship to Space" - Phineas and Ferb. Literally had this playing on loop as I was writing my 'Love in the Air' fic
Amount of sleep: Usually 4-6hours. BUT I've been on break and activated sloth mode and get ~14hrs throughout the 24hrs (that's why y'all have been bothered by my ass seemingly 24/7)
Dream Job: I've said it since I was in 3rd grade-- FREELOADER. But I guess in modern terms.. sugar baby? I JUST WANNA BE ABLE TO CONFORTABLY SLEEP AND CONSUME (foods and fandom stuff). But I guess Medical Lab Scientist is second best šŸ’
Currently Wearing: ToyStory T-shirt with leggings and this BIG ASS WARM, FLUFFY GRAY ROBE that is my blanket throughout this frozen winter
Movies/Books that summarize you: Uhm.. I'm blanking on all pop culture references. The only thing that comes to mind is my siblings always yell "THAT'S YOU" whenever they see Scrat from Ice Age Movies. Idk if that answers the question but that'll be close enough
Favorite Instrument: Cello. Or Bass. Something deep and mellow, but can also SLAP
Favorite Song: McFly - Star Girl. I usually flip flop between 2, but this is the one now c:
Aesthetic: CUTESY, YET COMFORTABLE PINK. I would be absolutely unhinged pink, but not with my current funds rip
Favorite Authors: Hate to admit that I don't read mainstream, published books, so y'all get fan fic authors from ao3 instead! I'm going to feel so guilty forgetting so many people but off the top of my head in no particular order: seraphjewel, xxbishopxx, cupofbrownsugar, ctrvpani, and ehl. Moving on before I guilt myself into going over to ao3 and pulling up my subscriptions list. IF I TAGGED YOU TO PLAY, you are also in this list. I figured y'all can see each other being tagged. #twobirds #onestone #i'mthinkingtonight Also also gotta shoutout my favorites from the 19 days fandom: minisoysquares and deenuke.
Random Fun Fact: I make really good, realistic pig noises. I've never been able to explain it IRL, but the best way I can describe it is by squishing the air in my mouth. As I'm formatting, I've realized my narcissistic ass made the fun fact about myself. TRUE TRUE RANDOM FACT: Beavers, with their freaky-ass-awesome-orange-because-its-iron-fortified/oxidized teeth, CAN INDEED chew down WHOLE ASS TREES. LOOK AT THIS LITTLE GUY. The tree itself is small, but they can take down WHOLEASS i-- i just cannot with these animals.
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Thanks for making it to the end! šŸ’› I gotta really shave down how I answer, because I realize y'all may not wanna read a whole autobiography of a tumblr that spams you all the time šŸ˜…
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shut-up-rabert Ā· 1 year
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I posted 263 times in 2022
That's 263 more posts than 2021!
139 posts created (53%)
124 posts reblogged (47%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@pulihora
@suvarnarekha
@navaratna
@ramayantika
@shanti-ashant-hai
I tagged 256 of my posts in 2022
Only 3% of my posts had no tags
#desiblr - 173 posts
#hindublr - 21 posts
#hinduphobia - 10 posts
#hinduism - 8 posts
#kashmir - 7 posts
#jammu and kashmir - 6 posts
#kashmiri hindus - 5 posts
#kashmir genocide - 5 posts
#kanhaiya lal - 5 posts
#pakistan - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 123 characters
#wonā€™t even be surprised if kashmir genocide is represented as ā€œa dark time when young kashmiri girls couldnā€™t go to schoolā€
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Movie concept: students from pan India living together in a hostel but instead we get less represented states like 7 sisters(+sikkim), Odisha, Karnataka, MP, Chhattisgarh, Jharkhand, Goa in lead along with correct representation of states like Haryana, Punjab, Tamil Nadu, Kerela, Andhra, Bihar, J&K&Ladakh in the background
46 notes - Posted November 20, 2022
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Just read a comic where UK and Canada were referred to as North Punjab and West Punjab and I havenā€™t been okay since
49 notes - Posted September 21, 2022
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Why isnā€™t mass media more neutral?
Disclaimer: Iā€™m not taking any sides here, nor am I provoking any of you to say it, but this has been on my mind quite a bit and I feel like saying it now: Honestly saying, Iā€™ve always felt like the media favours Palestine over Israel way to much even tho media is supposed to be neutral.
Essays in exams, front pages of newspaper, stars on social media always talk about Palestine but seem to be painting a rather black and white ā€œPalestine good Israel badā€ picture but never seem to be willing to dwell deeper into the topic, and when they they go somewhat below the surface itā€™s always from Palestineā€™s perispective only, nothing explaining Israelā€™s side of story as passionately even if at all. Even in India vs Pakistan wars, youā€™ll find motives and aggressions from both sides easily enough if you looked.
ā€œStarsā€ like Bela Hadid raise slogans demanding Israelā€™s dissolve under the ruse of Palestineā€™s independence and no one bats an eye. The founder of Human rights watch left the organisation saying that it was being biased towards Palestine and has forgotten its original purpose. A lot of funding of these pro palestine news channels comes from Pro Islamic nations organisations, most of the said countries being Palestine supporters.
Palestine is suffering, yes, but itā€™s not just Israel thatā€™s making it suffer. Hamas has a major role to play too. It kills its own civilians more than Israel does. Palestine has seen some serious bloodshed since Hamas came into power but no one seems to focus on that. Thereā€™s little to no discussion about how Palestine is bleeding internally due to hamas, but only the stuff that can be used against Israel.
Youā€™ll hear about how Israel ā€œattackedā€ Gaza and most of the times it turns out to be some retaliation. We always hear about civilian deaths whose names are never revealed but no one ever wonders what civilians were doing around militant bases. We talk about how palestinians are being thrown out of Israel to show them as big aggressors and it turns out that the land was originally Israelā€™s territory to begin with.
Iā€™m not being pro-Israel here, And I very well admit that it can have its fair share of violations, such as killing of the one Al-Jazeera reporter , accident or not (look, I fucking hate that platform but that doesnā€™t mean I condone killing of someone who didnā€™t do anything) but this is something that has always made me curious. It canā€™t be as simple as ā€œIsrael evilā€, can it?
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Hassi to ye sochkar aati h ki mera hone waala abhi kisi aur ke saath jeeney-marne ki kasme kha rha hoga
62 notes - Posted August 5, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
What you see:
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What Desi kids see:
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morgansplace Ā· 1 year
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I posted 4,418 times in 2022
That's 4,418 more posts than 2021!
519 posts created (12%)
3,899 posts reblogged (88%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@sri-rachaa
@friendlyfaded
@romeo-the-homeo
@mar-the-magician
@yetdevout
I tagged 841 of my posts in 2022
#rachi speaks!!! - 186 posts
#redacted asmr - 174 posts
#redactedverse - 83 posts
#centiboy - 56 posts
#gumball&lt;3 - 35 posts
#just morgan ramblingā€¼ - 29 posts
#moonšŸŒ™ - 29 posts
#prof<;33 - 25 posts
#redacted lasko - 24 posts
#gendered listener - 22 posts
Longest Tag: 100 characters
#darlin: immediately launches themself at him with full intent to destroy armed with nothing but rage
My Top Posts in 2022:
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I'm not saying I like Lasko, but
The way his glasses fall off of his nose when he looks down, and the way his long curly hair hides his eyes sometimes, or the way his eyes almost disappear when he laughs, and his cute laugh:(
God I'm so in love with him what the fuck
156 notes - Posted July 29, 2022
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CLOSEKNIT BUT IT'S A GROUP OF GRANDMAS MAKING SCARFS FOR CHRISTMAS
158 notes - Posted July 20, 2022
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So. DUMP said it. Magical apps for vampires.
I just couldn't control myself.
Hehe yesterday I made this with @readyandnot 's help, so big thanks to you &lt;;33
Big ramble under the cut!
Here's Bloody! An app concept for vampires which you can download on MF! (Magical Facilities, which is the app store)
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First of all, the name. It started being a very bad pun called "dinnertime", but we figured the name and icon were very discriminatory, so instead I turned it to "Bloody" which, i think, it's better.
Second, the icon. I wanted to do something simple with the word, and I had this idea of doing the B with the fangs, so it turned out like that. The app colors are red, black and white.
See the full post
195 notes - Posted August 5, 2022
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friendly reminder that David whines when he likes something
298 notes - Posted July 15, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
this is very messy, but
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Signatures, anyone???
These are just because I was very bored, and I have a couple hcs about them, so yeah
Vincent does the 'S' backwards "for the aesthetic", as he likes to put it. But the truth is that he does the S backwards since he was a kid.
Lasko's 'O' looks like a little spiral because he writes very fast and it ends up being multiple little circles forming said spiral.
The d(a)emons signatures have a little detail about how I think the tip of their tails are
Guy does the pizza to annoy Honey, because they say is 'too childish'
Asher never let go of the little wolf tail he did with his name as a kid
Sam's handwriting is small
Ollie does the 'E' super big??? unnecessarily???
Caelum's letters are 80% doodles and 20% words, his signature the same
Echo's signature is literally so cool like what the fuck
Elliott's little star is a suggestion Sunshine did for him. He does the 'E' like a backwards 3 since he was a toddler
Lmao that's very much it, I'm just surprised about how many fonts I can do with my own fingers tf. And I don't know how many times I had to adjust the fucking thing because I keep forgetting boys?? Like?? Oh well
607 notes - Posted July 9, 2022
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wearethewitches Ā· 1 year
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I posted 2,972 times in 2022
209 posts created (7%)
2,763 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@phoenixyfriend
@mandaloriandy
@arthurpendragonns
@clarabosswald
@nerdsbianhokie
I tagged 2,972 of my posts in 2022
#star wars - 593 posts
#art - 478 posts
#dw - 412 posts
#doctor who - 389 posts
#misc - 232 posts
#obi-wan kenobi - 171 posts
#marvel - 160 posts
#thirteenth doctor - 157 posts
#funny - 156 posts
#bbc merlin - 143 posts
Longest Tag: 126 characters
#except the funny bits that you want to share like how david tennant (the doctor) married georgia tennant (a doctor's daughter)
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Caffeinatedflumadiddle put up a post on their pjo specific blog - apparently they're quitting because their personal information got too widespread and there was an unspecified incident. They're fine but it made them think so they're quitting the fanfic scene. Caffeinatedflumadiddlebutpjo
Damn. That sucks. Iā€™m on the Son of Sea Foam discord and weā€™re all scrambling to archive their stuff atm, but if itā€™s better for them to go, then thatā€™s whatā€™s gotta happen. I just hope theyā€™ll be okay going forwards. x
45 notes - Posted May 18, 2022
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what type of threatening are you uquiz
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did not expect, tbh
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And and and SHE MENTIONED HER WIFE
68 notes - Posted April 17, 2022
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The fact that CaffeinatedFlumadiddle has deleted their Tumblr, left discord, privated their ao3 works....fuck, just...fuck...
69 notes - Posted May 17, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I just have to say, sometimes actors are...not wasted on low-level shows, but the talent they exude doesnā€™t match the rest of the media.
A good example is Charles Dance as Aredian in BBC Merlin. Heā€™s excellent, unbelievably good - but thereā€™s an edge to his acting where you can just tell heā€™d be a tour de force elsewhere, to compare, think about his Tywin Lannister in Game of Thrones. Charles Danceā€™s performance is always exemplary and when it comes to shows like Merlin, that exemplar talent is sometimes too much for the vibe of the show theyā€™re playing in - especially when it comes to minor villains like that. His death at the end of the episode was an insult to the amount of effort he put into that character. Aredian easily could have been a recurring villain instead- but Iā€™m getting carried away with myself.
In comparison, Liam Neeson in the new season of Derry Girls? Perfect. Outstanding. You see a big-name actor and go AH-HA!!! IT IS YOU!!! and instead of going YES, IT IS I, THE ACTOR WITH THE FAME, Liam instead is relegated to the background where his character belongs, the main group taking centre stage.
I think my point here is that Aredian was over-acted, but its 5am and I just want to talk meta. Kudos to anyone who wants to add their favourite examples to this, good and bad!
145 notes - Posted April 14, 2022
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larytello Ā· 1 year
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I posted 187 times in 2022
44 posts created (24%)
143 posts reblogged (76%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@mad4turtles
@shinidamachu
@larytello
@tangledupblue
@kenmagoesblep
I tagged 177 of my posts in 2022
Only 5% of my posts had no tags
#transformers - 20 posts
#inuyasha - 16 posts
#sonic the hedgehog - 15 posts
#2022 fifa world cup - 14 posts
#yes - 13 posts
#important - 10 posts
#brazil - 9 posts
#brasil - 9 posts
#digimon - 7 posts
#rockman exe - 6 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#now i wanna go to the car thing tribute to jesse and shurastey in my city but the rain might ruin the whole plan with floodings everywhere
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Fiz umas artes novas para produtos na minha lojinha da RedBubble! Essa mĆŗsica tĆ” presa na minha cabeƧa jĆ” faz mais de uma semana e eu vou surtar AUSHUASHAUSHAUS ----- I made some new artworks for my RedBubble shop! This song has been stuck in my mind for over a week now and I'm gonna flip AUSHAUHSAUSHAUSHA
7 notes - Posted January 3, 2022
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Can we stop a minute to consider about how Kagome surely got the strongest legs out of everyone in the InuGang
I mean, she rides that bike ACROSS Japan, most of the time through dirt or rocky roads as it's ANCIENT JAPAN, also carrying that monster of a backpack - School books alone are already heavy as fucking Hell, God knows how it took years for me to feel my back normal again after I was done with school, and she carries them + first aid kit + food and snacks for several days + water bottles + whatever other random stuff she feels like bringing with her to Feudal Japan to entertain her friends or to care for herself. She's also carrying Shippou along on her bike most of the time. And InuYasha himself catches rides too. InuYasha might not be fat but he's pure muscle and bigger so THAT'S HEAVY TOO.
I'm perfectly aware we've seen InuYasha run above water, which means he's got damn strong leg muscles to move that fast, but bitch that's his Youkai side giving him above-human strength. Kagome is simply human. And she's riding that bike with all that weight around like a boss.
8 notes - Posted November 23, 2022
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Hitch is a pretty good boy, your honor
15 notes - Posted May 31, 2022
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Ontem o filme "Se Meu Fusca Falasse" (The Love Bug) completou 53 anos, que Ć© o nĆŗmero de corredor do simpĆ”tico Herbie, a grande estrela do filme. Eu gosto muito dos filmes do Herbie, entĆ£o resolvi fazer esse desenho rapidinho. Que venham mais 53 anos de muito amor pra dar!
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Yesterday the movie "The Love Bug" turned 53 years young as ever, which is the racing number of our beloved Herbie, the big star of the movie. I absolutely love all Herbie movies, so I decided to draw this. Here's for more 53 years of much love to give!
20 notes - Posted March 14, 2022
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Nova tabela de preƧos! Por favor, quem puder compartilhar, eu agradeƧo!
Eu demoro um pouco pra concluir os trabalhos, mas garanto que ficam Ć³timos no final šŸ˜ŒšŸ‘ŒšŸ½
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New prices chart! Please, share if you can, I thank you!
It takes some time for me to finish the artworks, but I guarantee you that they all look great in the end šŸ˜ŒšŸ‘ŒšŸ½
47 notes - Posted January 18, 2022
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I posted 4,609 times in 2022
That's 1,460 more posts than 2021!
1,040 posts created (23%)
3,569 posts reblogged (77%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@space--butterflies
@miranova23
@radley-writes
@letswritestories101
@gffa
I tagged 2,575 of my posts in 2022
Only 44% of my posts had no tags
#writing - 587 posts
#writeblr - 490 posts
#out there the 1k - 210 posts
#out there - 124 posts
#ott1k - 117 posts
#found family - 71 posts
#original work - 66 posts
#tangled - 64 posts
#star wars - 63 posts
#sci-fi - 54 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#when the morally ambiguous character leaves just before the final throwdown only to painfully admit that yes they do care about their friend
My Top Posts in 2022:
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HAPPY FITZFRIDAY!!!
Y'all thought I forgot, huh. :)
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One of my most favorite screenshots of Eugene I've caught. Protective big brother. In my favorite outfit of his.
95 notes - Posted October 21, 2022
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May I offer you a confused Eugene in these trying times?
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103 notes - Posted February 4, 2022
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Lin Manuel Mirandaā€™s overlapping technique is reminiscent of an actual madrigal.Ā 
A madrigal is musical genre going back to the renaissance period. It's made of poetry sung to multiple overlapping melodies that weave in and out of each other, creating dissonance and beautiful harmonies, as well as the lyrics complimenting each other in places.Ā 
I was in a madrigal choir. It was a fun challenge. He may have studied madrigals, modified what he liked, and added it in as a slice of his own style...which is genius. Absolute genius.
Considering what a madrigal is, and what the family in Encanto is like (all families, really), giving them the surname of Madrigal is deliciously poetic.
106 notes - Posted January 20, 2022
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Must.... not be.... distracted. Must...edit...novel... Youtube: *exists*Ā  Tumblr: *exists*Ā  Me: I am weak.
128 notes - Posted January 25, 2022
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What does "To be on cloud 9" mean? Where did it come from?
omg...... I just learned something new and cool that most meteorologists already know. This Ted Talk video I clicked on this morning out of curiosity is what did it to me.
Do you want to fly and touch a cloud? ME, TOO!!! :D
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"To be on cloud 9" means to be "on top of the world" or "incredibly happy."
Want to know why? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya do ya do ya?
*affectionately shoves your face into science*
This comes from the cloud naming system created in the 1800's by Luke Howard, (wikipedia.com)
See the full post
303 notes - Posted November 12, 2022
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I posted 5,290 times in 2022
That's 2,510 more posts than 2021!
152 posts created (3%)
5,138 posts reblogged (97%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@dailyflicks
@mst3kgifs
@sci-fi-gifs
@startrekgifs
@trekdaily
I tagged 5,266 of my posts in 2022
#star trek - 851 posts
#taskmaster - 531 posts
#star wars - 465 posts
#mst3k - 368 posts
#mystery science theater 3000 - 336 posts
#mass effect - 232 posts
#our flag means death - 217 posts
#ofmd - 216 posts
#critical role - 199 posts
#picard - 156 posts
Longest Tag: 128 characters
#i bet like 80 percent of my followers will filter this post because i mentioned so mmany things that they could have blocked lol
My Top Posts in 2022:
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This was one of the funniest things Iā€™ve seen all year.
128 notes - Posted August 5, 2022
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Watching the Orville is just sighing deeply and saying ā€œWelp, I guess I ship this middle-aged doctor and mother of two with this robot now.ā€
149 notes - Posted July 27, 2022
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It has been one week since The Orville season finale, less than a month since I started binging the entire show, and I just keep thinking about how this show gives Penny Johnson Jerald, an actress who is 60 years old, the most romantic and in-depth romance arc, and one of the best characters on the show as Claire Finn.
Sheā€™s an incredibly competent Chief Medical Officer, a mother of two, and yet also she isnā€™t defined by just either of those things.Ā 
Sheā€™s literally called the ā€œwisestā€ person on the ship and people go to her for advice, but also she has her platonic emotional needs met by her strong friendships with the other women on the ship, as well.Ā  They hang out, they give her advice when she needs it, they are there for her as much as sheā€™s there for them.
And sheā€™s seen as a desirable woman by three different male (or at least male-coded) characters throughout the series.Ā  Yes, one of them is basically played for laughs as heā€™s, well, a blob, but Yaphit still very much cared for her and nearly sacrificed himself for her child.Ā 
Sheā€™s not just ā€œempathetic ship momā€, though the show takes her struggles with motherhood seriously as well, and the show gives her children some interesting storylines as well.
And she falls in love, has an incredibly complicated and compelling romance that is taken seriously by the show despite its unorthodox nature.Ā  The questions that do come from others about this romance come from a sincere place of caring after some very weighty things happen concerning Isaac in the plot, and not things like ā€œDonā€™t you think youā€™re too old for this kind of thing?ā€
Half of the possibly final episode is centered around Claire Finn and her romance with Isaac, her happiness, her family, their wedding.Ā  There are so few shows I can think of that treat their older, ā€œempathetic motherā€ character as such a whole person, and I think itā€™s one of the big things that drew me into The Orville so quickly, and made the experience of watching it so spectacular.
183 notes - Posted August 10, 2022
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Other Shows Season (Possibly series) finales: DRAMA! GUNFIGHTS!Ā  EXPLOSIONS!!Ā  WORLD (or universe) ENDING STAKES!!
The Orville: Two aliens have a re-commitment ceremony and then a lady marries a robot. Also, thereā€™s an egg salad sandwich.
184 notes - Posted August 4, 2022
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Hey, letā€™s not forget about our buddy Coppy on this, his 7th birthday.
527 notes - Posted April 1, 2022
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So, this being my first blog I've decided to do something a little different. It says to post something about yourself. So I made a friend of mine write down a list of questions that I will answer completely and honestly to. Ready? Here we go...
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Q- Have you ever been skydiving?
Me: No. I'm completely down to try it though.
Q-Bungee Jumping
Me: Yes. Off a bridge.
Q- Kids?
Me: Yes. A very beautiful, smart, successful 22-year-old daughter. I raised alone. My father was a single dad of my big sister and myself. So I kind of took a queue for single parenting from him. ( More later)
Q- Driven a tractor ?
Me: Yes..in heels. (More on that later)
Q- What is the most violent act you have ever witnessed?
Me: about 3 years back a 24-year-old guy got into a bad math deal with my neighbors and when I walked outside he was on my porch and a woman was shooting him to death they died right there. I guess I'm considered a star witness. (More on that later)
Q- Ever lost anybody close to you?
Me: my best friend died of cystic fibrosis when she was 25 about 11 years ago. The love of my life did three tours in Iraq to come home and die of a septic gallbladder. ( 5 days later I was in surgery for a septic kidney stone) My Grandpa about 4 years ago we had to have the Patriot Guard at his funeral because he was a World War 2 veteran. Not pleasant for either side. (More on that later.)
Q- Being that you were a traveling bartender did you ever date anyone famous?
Me: Oh yeah! He was a real big actor back in the '80s. All I can do is roll my eyes every time he guest stars on something. (No names, sorry.)
Q-Have you ever been stalked?
Me: Couple people actually not worth mentioning. I was also stalked by the serial killer BTK. This was when he resurfaced in the early 2000s.(More later)
Q- Anything you have been doing a lot lately?
Me: Yes. Lately I like to give to charity. I feel that we all need to do that. Pick one or two and just give if you can and give what you can or volunteer your time at a homeless shelter or anywhere. People who don't have a lot, like myself , know what it's like to be in some of those situations and now that I have a little bit. I think it's important to share with people who have less.
Q-Have a big circle of friends?
Me: No. Not too big. I have the same friends since high school and on temporary disability I don't make a lot so they're my angels. They really stepped up and helped me out. So did their families. ( My family has no interest in me. More later.)
Q- You have that incision on your neck in every picture don't you try and cover it up with makeup or anything?
Me: Hell no! I'm not going to cover up my scar. That's my battle scar. I was sick for so long. Until they found a tumor and I beat cancer on April 6th of this year so the tumor is going to be out there for everybody to see. I'm not embarrassed. (More later)
Q- Lastly, what the hell provoked you to start a blog on Tumblr?
Me: If I die suddenly somebody has to give my eulogy. A lot of people don't know a lot of things about me personally. So I want them to be able to say more than " she had blonde hair most the time.. probably."
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