#i’m not actually sure how else to tag this

[sixeyescurseuser]

part 1

Geto is slowing down. He begins engaging in conversation with Gojo, allowing the sorcerer to get within arms length of him. 

Geto works up the nerve to ask, “How do you know where I am all the time?”

Gojo shrugs.  “I can smell you.”

“EH?” Geto raises an arm and smells his armpit. "But I’m a curse. I don’t...produce a scent.”

Gojo shrugs again. “You do to me.”

Geto’s eye twitches.

“Okay, well. I gotta go - nice talking to you BYE!” he says while fleeing once again.

Not even a week later, they meet again during night time, in an open field, where the moon hangs high up in the air. 

Geto perches on a tree branch while Gojo sits on the ground, laying against the tree. Strangely enough, Gojo hasn’t struck up another conversation since joining Geto in his peaceful spot to rest. 

Geto decides to be social this time around. 

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” he quietly comments. 

“Oh, is it?”

Geto glares down at Gojo, the sorcerer obviously noticing the heated look from his companion. Sure, Gojo is blindfolded, but he stated that his six eyes are still powerful enough to perceive his surroundings in great detail.

Shouldn’t he be able to see how bright the moon is?

“Yes, it’s a full moon,” Geto says. “I usually don’t slow down enough to appreciate it.”

Gojo hums, as if in agreement. He tilts his chin up to face towards the curse above him. 

“I see something else that’s beautiful tonight too, but it’s certainly not the moon,” Gojo murmurs softly.

Geto sighs. “Why are you still following me?” In lieu of an answer, Gojo goes from sitting at the base of the tree to sitting on the branch next to Geto’s in the blink of an eye. Geto gasps, turning his gaze away in fear of unleashing his powers on the sorcerer, even though Gojo still wears his blindfold. 

“I follow you because I enjoy your company,” Gojo responds, lacking the usually teasing tone he has when pursuing Geto in their game of tag. “It’s less lonely, isn’t it?”

Somehow, Geto’s cheeks heat up. First, being indirectly complimented for his beauty (whether Gojo could truly see him or not), and second, acknowledging they’ve been sharing a sense of companionship for the past few weeks. 

Gojo Satoru is certainly a force to be reckoned with. 

Geto just hopes he doesn’t get burned in the process. 

***

Gojo finds Geto beyond endearing. The drawings of Geto in history books depict him to be much scarier and violent. 

But he was human too. And Gojo feels this every time he manages to cross paths with the tired curse. Frankly, Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if most of the information in history books are mere rumors that conceal the truth. 

Making Geto out to be something he really is not. 

Well, if he plays his cards right, Gojo will hopefully be able to uncover that truth, and see Geto in the way Gojo himself wishes to be seen. 

When Gojo reveals who exactly the strong and resilient partner he’s taken a liking to, Shoko can only sigh while lighting a new cigarette.

Shoko: “I can't say I’m surprised.”

***

The first time they kiss, they’re sitting together on a bench in the quiet section of a park surrounded by flowers in bloom. This is the first touch of affection Geto has ever experienced, always used and abused when he lived as a sorcerer and hated as a curse. 

However, Gojo’s hand tenderly cups his jaw, guiding their lips together in languid kisses that part with wet smacking noises-

“Fuck! That hurt!” Gojo yelps while pulling away. 

Geto’s snakes, being the biggest haters of their budding relationship, keep biting Gojo’s forehead. Geto scolds his snakes in an angry whisper. 

“Stop it! This is a good thing! Don’t ruin this for me,” Geto says. The snakes respond in their own unique ways. 

“Sorcerer, show us your eyes - just one peek!”

“KILL HIM.”

“Geto-san, I’m hungry~~”

One lone snake actually takes a liking to Gojo and scents his cheek with a flick of the tongue. 

Despite Geto’s occasional embarrassment of his snakes’ behavior, Gojo finds them cute anyway.

***

Gojo and Geto decide on a secluded cottage for Geto to live in. With money and status not being an issue, Gojo took care of furnishing the cottage and land ownership. 

Gojo also has barriers in place so no one - non-sorcerers OR sorcerers - will bother Geto. Gojo insists it’s the least Geto deserves considering the circumstances in how they met. 

Geto wants to cry because he hasn’t even told Gojo half of the shit he’s been through. Yet, Gojo is offering the peace Geto has so desperately craved all his life, right here on a silver platter. 

Better yet, a peace without eternal loneliness. 

Geto is still scared of wandering out by himself because of his powers, so Geto keeps himself busy inside the cottage.

Gojo visits when he can, usually every couple of days. Like a cat who’s been waiting for its owner to come home, Geto greets Gojo with a long kiss. Over time, Geto’s snakes have also come to love Gojo, and they too will place kisses all over Gojo’s face when the lovers are close. 

Gojo makes sure to bring back dozens of treats for Geto to try. Geto’s tastebuds are nowhere near what they used to be, but he giddily accepts the bland food that’s been provided with love and care.

Geto versus technology is an entertaining phenomenon. He’s a curse from the ancient times, and there hasn’t been an opportunity to learn the new ways of mobile devices or the internet. 

Geto picks up texting the quickest, though he uses formal grammar in dense paragraphs and puts a period after each sentence. 

Gojo sends Geto lots of funny videos, to which Geto responds with: “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Gojo types back :“so harsh, suguru!🥹”

Geto: “I laughed though.”

Gojo: “yes you did, my dear🥰”

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu headcanon #goge #satosugu fanfic #cerdrabbles #curse geto #sorcerer Gojo #tbc

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

WIP Wednesday

Nobody tagged me but I'm having the time of my life with the banter in this fic so I'm sharing anyway. Have some tidbits!

(These are not necessarily in order of when they occur in the fic. I just picked out some bits I thought both showcased the banter and didn't give away plot.)

“Right, thank you. I’ll get him to bed. Can he walk?” “I can walk fine.” “I didn’t ask you, did I? I asked the trained medical professional.” “Give me the fucking ring back, I want a divorce.” “You say the sweetest things.”

This is extremely difficult to do seeing as that performance is burned into his brain with the kind of permanent intensity he thought only childhood trauma could attain.

“Well, I’m deeply flattered, but I simply can’t see myself holding your hand and calling you ‘dear’.” “No offense, but the idea of waxing poetic about our wedding day makes me want to hang myself.” “I’m flattered, actually. I’d be concerned if it was any other way.” “Oh? Your wife never told you of my deep and unrequited feelings for you?” “No, of course not, how else would she keep her psychosexual hold over you all these years?” Someone passing by the table keeps them a very weird look.

“He’s got over her, in case you were worried about that. It was some years ago.” “And here I was about to throw myself into traffic.” “Traffic’s no good on this road, you’ll want to get over one onto the main thoroughfare.” “You know exactly what to say to a man when he’s down.”

Anyway if you're sitting here wondering "is Mads having mayhaps too much fun?" the answer is yes.

Tagging @princessfbi and @buckttommy (you and your url changes I'm gonna strangle you...) since I'm not sure who else has WIPs at the moment. MWAH.

#mads writes stuff #tagging thing #princessfbi #buckttommy #found family means you get to be an absolute asshole and get away with it because they're assholes to you right back

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Content warnings for this chapter: weapons, implied ptsd references, gambling addiction

@justalunaticfangirl

If anyone else would like to be tagged let me know :)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55445686/chapters/140819224

Chapter 4 - Jesper

By the time Jesper woke up, he was supposed to already be in the library. Shit. Shit shit shit. He fumbled his way into his coat and hurried out of his dorm, arriving just in time to see his new Business and Markets partner walking back out of the building. Shit shit shit.

“Excuse me,” he’d said, hurrying to catch up with the boy yesterday.

He’d turned to face him slowly. 

“Hi. Are you…” Jesper surveyed the piece of paper in his hand, as if he didn’t know exactly what it said and exactly who he was talking to, “Wylan Van Eck?”

Wylan raised an eyebrow, tapping his slender cane pointedly against the floorboards. Up close Jesper could see that the kid’s eyes were slightly clouded over, softening the edges of what otherwise would have been a startling blue, but there was no sign of whatever accident might have caused him to lose his sight - except maybe a small, slender scar above his right cheekbone. But unless a good deal of it had faded since he was a child, the scar didn’t cross either of his eyes.

As soon as the note had shown up at his dorm this morning, stating his new partner for Business and Markets was none other than the merchling he’d seen leaving the office yesterday, the reason the dean had put them together was glaringly obvious: Jesper would have to take responsibility for writing the project, so he would be forced to do the work himself instead of letting Helena Dentte gift-wrap him a decent grade. Not that a single decent grade would’ve let him escape from the approaching surety that he was going to flunk out and end up wandering aimlessly around the Barrel until - until what? Until he ended up dead in a ditch somewhere?

“You already know that,” said Wylan, folding his arms.

“Alright, yeah, I already know that. I’m Jesper Fahey, I’m in your class; Economic Principles for-”

“For Business and Markets, right,” he nodded, “We’re being reassigned as partners?”

“Yeah,”

There was a pause.

“Do you, erm, want to meet some time to get started, or…?”

Jesper wasn’t really sure where that ‘or’ was going. 

“I have to get home pretty quickly after class,” Wylan swallowed, “My father worries. But I could meet you in the library tomorrow morning?”

Jesper nodded, then caught himself and said:

“Yeah, that sounds good. Say ten bells?”

“Ten bells,” 

To be entirely honest, he hadn’t been thrilled to see Wylan Van Eck’s name on the note he was currently distractedly crumpling between his fingers. The chances of him being more likely to pay for a grade than work for it were too high, and if Jesper was going to be stuck doing all the work alone then this plan of the dean’s was going to crash and burn about twenty times faster than it was already likely to. But at least he seemed prepared to start the project - Jesper couldn’t actually remember what the project was, so he’d have to hunt through the piles of abandoned papers in his room later to try and find the original assignment. But he’d had things to attend to first, and judging by this morning he’d apparently let them get out of hand. At least he woke up on campus though.

“Wylan!” he called, rushing up to the boy as he reached the base of the stone stairs, one hand on the railing and the other using his cane to find the edge of each step, “Hey, sorry, it’s Jesper. I’m so sorry-”

“Oh, so you decided to grace me with your presence?” Wylan snapped, turning to face him.

Jesper was taken slightly by surprise.

“Really,” he said, “I’m sorry, I just-”

“Showed up horrendously late,”

“Hey, look kid,” Jesper snapped, because it only took about three seconds for him to get defensive, “I’m trying to apologise to you here-”

“Don’t call me kid,” said Wylan, turning away, “If you want to try showing up tomorrow, I’ll be here from eight,”

Jesper was too taken aback to reply, and for a moment he just stood at the base of the stairs, watching Wylan walk away. He sighed - what time was it? He pulled the timepiece from his pocket and discovered he was over two hours late. Okay, maybe Wylan was right to be a little annoyed. More than a little annoyed. 

Twelve bells. He could go to the library alone, to study for a while. He could go and find that assignment, so he knew what he was actually doing when he met Wylan tomorrow. There were a thousand things he could have done.

He walked back to the Barrel, wondering vaguely what Wylan Van Eck was doing at the library from eight in the morning. It was a rare thing for Jepser to see eight in the morning. Jesper didn't want to cross paths with Wylan again until tomorrow; it was impossible to avoid the Geldcanal on the way back to the Staves but Wylan had gone North so Jesper moved South and crossed into East Stave not far from the Slat. 

When he’d arrived last night it had been about eight bells, leaving Jesper just enough time to change out of his ugly brown coat before he got to the Crow Club, and he’d found Nina on the doorstep of the Slat. It had taken him by surprise - she didn’t come this way much. Kaz had branded her a snob for it, but they all knew Nina was only here to find a means to an end. Jesper didn’t know the full story, but her beau was stuck in Hellgate on some false charges - at least she was claiming they were false, anyway - and she was making very slow progress through the living nightmare that was Kerch’s legal system in an attempt to win his freedom. But she wasn’t here tonight, and as Jesper wandered past and up towards the Crow Club he wondered what she’d been up to last night.  He hadn’t seen Kaz, in the end, except very briefly when he crossed through the Club and gave Jesper nothing more than a sidewards glance, but he had seen Inej. 

When Kaz walked through, Jesper was briefly overcome with the need to go and apologise to him. But that was the stupid in him; the part of him that imagined Kaz would forgive him and move on as though this weren’t the fifteen hundredth time he’d brought trouble to his door. He had to wonder why he kept him around, but the answer came pretty easily: he was a good shot, and they both knew he would stay no matter what Kaz said because he had nowhere else to go. So he didn’t make eye contact with Kaz, and instead turned his attention back to his hand of cards and the group of pigeons ready to pour their hard-earned cash into the Dregs’ coffers. It had been a couple of hours later when Inej appeared from nowhere and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Saints -” Jesper jumped, “you have got to stop doing that,”

“Not likely,” she said, “I might need you, I’m going to West Stave,”

Jesper frowned. 

“You are?”

“Nina needs me for something, didn’t say what in the message. I just - well, I don’t know what she wants. She said she’d meet me at Goedmed bridge,”

“Okay,” Jesper paused, “What do you need me for? I’m supposed to be here all night,”

“Kaz knows,”

Jesper fidgeted with one of his rings for a moment, then nodded. He kept up a steady stream of chatter as they walked to West Stave, because he knew Inej would find it easier than the quiet.

“And you’re joining me at university this week then?” he asked, when he was finally starting to run out of topics.

“In three days, if all goes to plan. I don’t really know what the plan is, but…”

“Let’s face it,” Jesper sighed, “even when he tells us, we never actually know the plan. I’ll never know how he does it,”

“I think it’s called running on up to sixty percent dumb luck,” said Inej, as Goedmed bridge and the silhouette of Nina Zenik came into view ahead of them.

As they approached Jesper realised the strange thing: Nina was wearing her kefta. Of course he knew she wore one at the White Rose, he’d been enough times when jobs went wrong and either he or a compatriot needed Healing, but he also knew she never wore it outside of the building. It just wasn’t safe to wander the streets so brazenly proclaiming you were Grisha like that. He fidgeted, finally falling quiet, and he felt Inej’s eyes flicking over him. Did she know? Had Kaz told her?

“Sorry,” said Nina, looking at Inej as they met on the bridge, “I know the note was vague, I wasn’t sure how much I could really say,”

“What’s going on?”

She played with the sleeve of her kefta.

“I’ve got a job, I don’t… I don’t know exactly what it’s going to look like, and I don’t like going out in this thing. I was just going to ask if you could tail me?”

Inej nodded, slowly.

“Where’s the job?”

“The Geldstraat,”

Jesper raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing on the Geldstraat?”

“I have absolutely no idea. Something a Merchant Council member didn’t want to touch the White Rose for,”

“So literally anything?” offered Jesper.

Nina made a face that said ‘yeah, pretty much’. Inej rested her fingers on the knife handle in her belt - the one with the roses on, Jesper couldn’t remember which Saint she’d named after. He was distracted, because he’d noticed that she laid her hands on it or any of her other knives the same way he did his guns. She was on edge.

Now, as Jesper reached the Crow Club and the sun remained obstinately hidden behind a cloud, the building was about as quiet as he had seen it all month. He fought a yawn as he wandered in, surveying the several empty tables, but before he had a chance to take a seat at one of them games that was actually in progress Kaz had appeared ahead of him.

“I need you at Fifth Harbour,”

“Well, good morning to you too,”

Kaz didn’t look amused.

“Fifth Harbour. We’re quiet,”

“It’s always quiet at this time,”

“It’s too quiet. Go,”

Jesper went. And as much as he might have wanted - needed - to do otherwise, he took himself back to the University District that evening and he went to the library the next morning. He didn’t go at eight, because that was just ridiculous, but he managed to make it for nina bells half chime and he didn’t think that was bad at all. He found Wylan sitting alone at one of the tables, apparently not doing anything.

“Hey, kid, it’s me - Jesper,”

“I’m not a kid,” Wylan snapped, turning towards Jesper’s voice.

“Sure,” Jesper sat down opposite him, “You’re an elder statesman,”

Wylan ignored him. They started work, evidently both half-heartedly, and at some point Wylan muttered:

“I hate economics,”

Jesper snorted.

“Same. What a perfect partnership,” he plunked his fountain pen onto his desk, “Why do you even have to take this class then? Don’t you inherit Daddy’s business either way, merchling?”

Wylan grimaced.

“That’s even worse than kid. And no, I don’t,”

“What do you mean you don’t?”

“How am I supposed to run a business, Jepser?” he shook his head, “My stepmother’s kid’ll take it,”

There was no spite or jealousy in his tone, and yet there seemed something profoundly melancholic about every word he spoke. Jesper wasn’t sure why being blind meant you couldn’t run a business, so he said so, and Wylan just scoffed. 

“I’m just saying,” said Jesper, “if they think there’s any hope of teaching me how to run a business they must know how to teach you to run one. And anyway, if you hate economics and you’re not even gonna run the business, what are you doing in this class?”

Wylan shrugged.

“It was the only thing that would make my father agree to let me come to the University,” he said, “One business class. Just in case,”

“Just in case of what?”

Wylan either didn’t hear that question or just ignored him, but Jesper was pretty sure it was the latter based on the blush that gathered in his cheeks.

“Why are you here, if you hate it so much?”

“To find my entrepreneurial spirit, of course,”

Wylan raised his eyebrows, his scar shimmering ever so slightly in the sunlight coming through the window.

“And what’s your grand business idea, then?”

Jesper grinned. 

“I’m thinking of providing a service for rich kids who want to make their parents mad,”

“I’d roll my eyes, but that would probably be quite fruitful,”

Jesper barked a laugh.

“And that’s without even knowing how cute I am,” he teased, “Trust me, if you knew what I looked like you’d know I’m gonna charge a pretty steep fee,”

“Is that so?”

“Sure is. What do you think merchling? You could be my first client,”

Wylan did roll his eyes then, and Jesper watched the blue move beneath the slightly cloudy film.

“I think you need to stop calling me merchling,”

“I’m afraid that would come with a price tag attached,”

“Are you flirting, or just broke?”

Jepser laughed again.

“Oh, it’s almost definitely both,”

#don't go blindly into the dark #six of crows #grishaverse #crooked kingdom #leigh bardugo #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #wylan hendriks #soc #wesper #wesper fanfiction #wesper fic #soc fanfiction #soc fandom #soc fic #six of crows fandom #six of crows fanfic #six of crows fic #grishaverse fanfic #grishaverse fandom

[spirit-praise-and-beauty]

hey ummmm jsyk the red cross is going through a severe blood shortage. if you are eligible, please donate—from the beginning of august to about mid-september 2023 alone, the red cross has lost about 25% of its blood supply, and has been sending blood to hospitals at a MUCH faster rate than it has been receiving donations.

giving ONE pint of blood can save THREE people’s lives. power red donations (which require certain conditions be met) can allow you to safely give TWICE AS MUCH blood. plasma can be given once every two weeks, making it more frequent, but again, you must meet certain conditions.

also, i’m not sure if this is a thing in just my state or nationally, but if you give blood before October 20th 2023, they give you a free $15 Amazon gift card. i believe we shouldn’t need incentives for things like this but in case that is a motivator for anyone, check what they’re doing in your state!

i cannot understate the importance of giving blood right now if you are eligible and have the means. you could help so many people by regularly giving. someone in the united states needs blood every two (2) seconds, and while three people doesn’t sound like a lot, many people together donating could save up to thousands.

please share this around. it’s something i’m insanely passionate about and i wish more people were.

source for shortage stats: https://www.redcross.org/about-us/news-and-events/press-release/2023/red-cross-announces-national-blood-shortage.html

schedule near you: https://www.redcrossblood.org/give.html/find-drive?cid=p-max-oct-23&med=cpc&source=google&scode=RSG00000E017&gad=1&gclid=Cj0KCQjwsp6pBhCfARIsAD3GZuZNFjPI2X1wURQ0VQWnVxx-KYW2rV1ASBZWp6cvpehVLl4wHqmlRusaAuQLEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

#blood #blood drives #blood donations #red cross #blood bank #medical #important #extremely important actually #psa #please reblog #i’m not actually sure how else to tag this #just please give blood #it’s quick it’s easy and it’s free #you can save people for the incredible cost of $0 #im insanely passionate about this #i have given blood so many times in my life #there is always a need for it #but right now it is a legit crisis #and it kinda upsets me it’s a fairly unspoken one #share this like your life depends on it #because someone else’s could. #this isn’t sponsored btw. #i scheduled for tomorrow #i just plan to eventually work at a blood bank #after these phlebotomy classes

[labyrynth]

(as many of you may or may not know) Studio Ghibli’s “Howl’s Moving Castle”, is based on the Diana Wynne Jones book by the same name, and there are actually a substantial number of differences between them!

i was curious how many people have experienced both or might like one more than the other, so i put together a poll to help us find out :)

to clarify, saying that you like one version more than the other does NOT mean that it’s better, or that the other one is worse or bad—i love both the book and the film! it’s just an expression of your own preference

#howl’s moving castle #hmc #diana wynne jones #studio ghibli #ghibli #hayao miyazaki #sophie hatter #howl pendragon #howl jenkins pendragon #howell jenkins #(yeah his real name in the book is howell jenkins lmao normal ass name like a LOSER NORMAL PERSON) #polls #i’m not sure what else to tag this so hopefully this is good enough #please do reblog since. i’m not sure how frequently browsed these tags actually are #i think hmc is kind of passively popular #people like it when they see it but they don’t go out looking for it

[velvetjune]

Spoilers for Alan Wake/Control games and DLCs: one of the things I really like in Alan Wake 2 is the confirmation that, no, Alan can’t create something out of nothing. There were implications in-story that supported that, but it was good to have that be a big part in the sequel. The AWE control dlc easily made it seem like Alan himself had a role in the events of the game and the formation of the FBC, and, personally, seeing it through that lens cheapened a lot of the game and Jesse’s story. Instead, having his writing influence the Hiss and try to manipulate (even out of desperation) Jesse/the FBC to end Hartman and get help, fit right into plot and conflicts of Alan Wake 2, with Alan being sympathetic, but also an asshole for trying to change and control people’s lives in his writing.

#since the awe dlc dropped I was slightly worried that it was going the meta route of Alan writing everything in control #but since Alan wake 2 I’ve been. thank god that wasn’t the case 😭 #this way makes everything more complicated and mysterious. which I appreciate. makes everything creepier #will say. it’s still wild how much Alan can influence the narrative. #light spoilers for the final draft but—> makes me think of the writers room video where he doesn’t know what he’ll be at the spirals end #like I don’t think he’ll be Evil or anything. but it’s unnerving #might delete #Alan Wake 2 my beloved #so many times in that game it could’ve gone a direction that would’ve lessened or soured the story but somehow it didn’t lmao #more game spoilers but for ex: Alice coming back at the end instead of leaving it with her demise in the documentary #when I first saw that it was devastating. but also wasn’t sure what to feel if that’s how she’s gone from the story #having her actually manipulate her photos. become art to make Alan think she died. go to the dark place and help him and saga #that last video left me Speechless it was so good. #esp after how much I disliked Control (spoilers here) for quickly ending with Dylan in a coma and not much else. #could not be happier with how the AW2 ending played out and the clear love for all its characters #REALLY hope that Control 2 ends in a good or interesting place. give dylan some focus! #not tagging this bc I’m just yelling my thoughts. but knowing tumblr it will somehow be seen on every tag 😵‍💫

[secretmellowblog]

I feel like for Goncharov to be a REAL tumblr fandom you’d have to read all these meta posts about how incredibly Gay it is and thEN watch the movie only to discover that the homoerotic couples each have just one scene together, and most of the plot ACTUALLY centers on a boring bland cliche suffocatingly heterosexual love triangle involving characters who are so dull the fandom never mentions them. You’d have to read all this in depth meta about the agonized lesbian relationship between Katya and Sofia, then watch the movie and learn most of Katya’s screentime is actually devoted to her love triangle with Fred and Bert

#watch Wicked they said #it’s so gay they said #this post is brought to you by: #scrolling through the new Wednesday adams show tag noticing all the lesbian stuff and being like #‘oh cool yay lesbian show’ #then being very surprised to learn the show is actually about Wednesday love-triangling with two dudes apparently ? #it’s just really boring so no one posts about them I guess? #valid #although the sad thing is that sometimes yeah. that one gay scene is more interesting than anything else that’s goin on #but yee XD #it’s the boy who cried wolf with homoerotic subtext too #bc now every time I hear about how gay something is I’m like ‘hah sure ‘ #I remember being so surprised to see gifs of the kiss from our flag means death because I didn’t think it was like. actually gay #😂

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Hi Rachel,

In some of my writing I’m beginning to notice more and more that certain characters (not all) remind me of myself lol. And I hate it, I go back and rewrite them. But I’m interested if you relate to any of your characters as well so—Out of the characters you’ve written (Lonan, Reeve, Harrison, etc..) who do you think is the most like you? And what’s your take on writers seeing themselves in some of their characters?

feel about seeing reflections

Hahaha I used to HATE writing characters that were like me, and it took a while to realize that actually, they ALL are me in some iteration. To answer your question about writers seeing themselves in their characters—if writing characters that are “self-inserts” makes you joyful, DO IT!!! If writing characters who aren’t self-inserts but have attributes to you makes you joyful, DO IT! Or if you’re not into it—that’s fine too! Life is too short! Have fun with what works for you!

My experience below, this gets kind of intense as a warning! CW: suicidal ideation, disocciation

Aligning myself with my characters has been an intensely life-saving experience. I’m not sure I’d be here if it were not for Lonan… 16-year-old Rachel WAS him, and also needed him because literally nobody else “understood” where I was at except for him (undiagnosed autism for BOTH OF US??).

There was a time of my life where I couldn’t emotionally regulate at all, and in moments of stress, would often dissociate and quite literally converse with this man (looking back now, this was just a coping mechanism—confirmed by my doctor btw!—but for a couple years he was a genuine part of my psyche, like moved out of just character territory). I think I talked about this years ago, but I have a really distinct memory of disconnecting so much I quite literally thought he was THERE next to me, which I needed—he really became an externalization of the things I couldn’t deal with (or didn’t understand how to deal with). I needed to see myself reflected in the eye of someone else and for a really long time that was Lonan for me. Actually screaming crying that’s so cute.

And Lonan is similar to me in a lot of ways! This is a side tangent but when I was first diagnosed as autistic it made me wonder if I’d inadvertently written any autistic characters & it struck me way back then that the person most similar to me (Lonan lol) is probably also autistic. I was like—sensory issues?? No emotional regulation?? Speaks a bit oddly?? We are THE SAME. Haven’t really confirmed this in canon lol but I’ve been thinking about it since 2021.

Funnily, now that I have that diagnosis, my life is a lot more stable so like… I’m not currently the most like Lonan lol. But me at 16-19??? Absolutely him.

Unfortunately, I am currently HARRISON, which isn’t ideal but just like he’s a 21-year-old experiencing horrors I’m a 21-year-old experiencing horrors (which is why BB is sometimes painful to write cuz I’m like oooooh I’m feeling this… too much). To be fair, I’ve always said I’m the introverted version of Harrison (because I am lol our personality types are the same, not that I believe in those but since I was like 13 I’ve said this). But just like Lonan, Harrison has helped me now process some tough things this year that I’m not sure how else I would’ve survived. It’s important to me that I have fictional vessels to explore my own life with because it can help me identify problems & then learn to empathize with myself by empathizing with a character first.

Of course they’re also separate from me—they absolutely didn’t start as ME but as time goes on I start seeing myself in them particularly (Reeve sometimes too—our kindred spirits with processing toxic relationships <3). Maybe it’s because I am autistic, but I find it useful to understand my experiences via someone else. I love seeing the ways we can inform each other.

My TL;DR is I’m Harrison if he was Lonan so I guess I’m BB Harrison. Love this for me so much. But also add autism. Which is probably already there because: Lonan. LMAO and a dash of Reeve’s compartmentalization skills. And we have me!

#also to add in the tags because I’m feeling vulnerable lol #Lonan also helped me process my own queerness a lot #like he still does lol but #I was extremely alone in a lot of my experiences #and also extremely afraid (I still am) #& he is also feeling that way too in MW #I needed that because I had no one else to turn to #especially in my last year of high school (when I wrote MW) I was extremely #angry at god and extremely sad and afraid and confused #so we went through that together… sometimes now I forget how much he actually means to me #as a person and I know I’m on the fictional people website and don’t have to disclaim this but I know he’s not real #but I’m proud of how far we’ve both come & are going lol #so happy he’s getting a chance to understand he is loveable because #both of us in 2018 weren’t sure about that #think I’m reentering my Lonan hyperfixation era LOL after a 3 year hiatus <3

[iguessitsjustme]

I can’t believe I have to say this but performatively tagging me and thanking me for participating in a fandom when you don’t follow me, don’t talk to me, and haven’t ever once interacted with any of my posts (not even in the fandom you thanked me for participating in) is a good way to get yourself blocked.

I make posts for myself, not to be thanked for participating. If you’re grateful that I made the posts, I’m glad! A lot of people have thanked me for many of my posts for many shows. I don’t have a problem with it. But feel free to tell me on the posts. Or don’t tell me and just like or reblog. But creating your own post, tagging me, and thanking me feels hollow when you haven’t done any of that on my posts.

I don’t mind being tagged in posts. I even like it! But please don’t just do it because you think you have to because I was one of the many many many blogs writing about a show and you’ve seen others tag me. Please tag me because you want me to see something. It feels like you’re tagging me to boost followers and if you knew anything about me, you’d know that I am not the person for that.

I don’t like blocking people, but this shit makes me so uncomfortable that I need to start blocking in order to remain on tumblr.

#rae irl #this is just so fucking weird to me #I can’t imagine going around and thanking people for participating in fandom the way people keep thanking me #I participate for me and no one else #if you’re worried that I might block you cause you tagged me in something lately don’t worry #if you haven’t been blocked then I’m most likely not going to block you but if you’re seriously concerned feel free to reach out #and if you’re thinking of tagging me but scared doing so will get you blocked again you can reach out #or if you’d rather just not tag me because you’re not sure that’s fine too I don’t need to be tagged #I do enjoy it most of the time but it’s never necessary #and I have plenty of mutuals who will #likely tag me if they see it and think I should be tagged #I think my rant is done #wait no there’s more #I don’t know what’s going on right now but if you want to build a following that’s fine you do you #but I cannot stress enough how much I do not want to be a part of that #people that actually follow me or know me or have talked to me at all know that’s not something I want #so please for the love of god leave me out of it

[deus-ex-mona]

also!!!!!! there’s finally a way to read this guy’s name!!!!! vol 4 be w i n n i n g

#it looks like it’s read as ‘rippei’? i needa check a physical copy thoughhhh the ebook version is kinda blurred~~~~~~ #either that or my eyes just suck. or maybe it’s both~? #smcnjsjxhs i’m at the airport with half an hour till boarding and im trying to stay awake in a really comfy chair t h i s is su f f e r in g #speaking of the physical vol though… i gotta come up with a way to buy it without my family tagging along for the purchase </3 #i fear my reputation will n e v e r recover if they find out that i’m reallyyyyyy into moderately obscure 2d idols #anyways!!!! remind me to change my previous tl of this guy’s name when i get back in a week!!!! #i was close with my guess though (ryuhei) at least i got the fact that it’s his first name right!!!!! #it seems like it could’ve been read as both a first name and a last name mans… #in any case!!!!!!!! ngl but i really like how close the idols are to their managers in terakado agency~ they’re on first name terms and all! #wait. no. literally. both mona and minami use their real names as their stage names… and they call their managers by their first names too… #moebius could n e v e r lmfaooooooooooooooooooo #though ig ft4 would win the ‘performers who are closest to their manager’ competition if there ever were to be one #lxl would come in last for sure (they treat uchida purely professionally and all… and bully hiyoko (rip). so….) #then frusu would be next bc haseo only cares about miyu and no one else (rip asuna) #ig the terakado idols would be tied; since they both seem equally close to their respective managers…….. #and ofc ft4 is number one!!!!!!! bc said manager is actually part of their performing squad of bfs lmao #anyways wow ok my thoughts got ahead of me and there’s now 15 mins till boarding. stonks.

[labyrynth]

PSA for “canon jiang cheng” folks:

please stop using the “subordinate” thing as a basis for your arguments. that word does not mean what you seem to think it means.

y’all talk about jc asking wwx to be his subordinate as if it’s like some show of disrespect. some of y’all literally use it as “evidence” that jc “never cared about wwx” and that he “never viewed wwx as anything but a servant” but like.

my friends. subordinate literally just means “someone with a lower rank (than someone else).” it does not carry any connotations of subservience, servitude, lesser worth, or disrespect.

we understand how sect leadership works in mdzs, yes? there is One (1) sect leader.

Everyone who is Not the sect leader, but is affiliated with that sect, is Subordinate to the Sect Leader.

nobody ever claims that lan xichen didn’t care about lan wangji, lan qiren, or any of the juniors, even though they were all subordinate to him as the sect leader.

nobody ever claims that jin guangshan viewed madame jin, jin zixuan, or jin zixun as “just servants” or even servants at all, even though they were all subordinate to him as the sect leader.

hell, nobody even claims that nie mingjue viewed meng yao as “just a servant,” even when meng yao actually WAS a servant!

[edit: apparently some people are taking objection to calling meng yao as a servant? y’all, they literally made him be their water boy. what would you call that?]

that’s just how leadership works! being subordinate isn’t a bad thing!! it’s just “a person who has a boss”

“right-hand-man” IS a subordinate position to “sect leader,” and it’s also literally the highest position jc could have given wwx without quite literally making wwx sect leader!

so like. unless you ARE legitimately arguing that jiang cheng should have forced wei wuxian to become sect leader of yunmengJiang, just…please drop it.

that word Does Not mean what you Think it means. the thing you are Mad about is Made Up. please just let it go.

#mdzs discourse #mdzs talk #mxtx talk #*kicks hornets nest* #canon jiang cheng #IF YOURE GOING TO BE WEIRD AND WRONG AT LEAST BE WEIRD AND WRONG **ACCURATELY** #it was only a matter of time before i tagged a mdzs post with discourse… #i’m just surprised it’s not about jgy #that one catmom person and the fanatic are such egregious repeat offenders #like can you please take off your ‘jiang cheng is an evil supervillain abuser’ glasses for like 5min and realize how ridiculous you sound #can you please behave like a normal person who makes normal person judgements #and doesn’t just swallow whatever weird random rumor you heard from someone’s cousin’s friend #weird judgements like ‘jiang cheng beats children and murders people in his front yard’ #i’m still not over that post it was just so 💀💀 #like you really think if jc wanted to murder people he couldn’t find a better place to do it than his front yard?? #i have them both blocked but i saw a weird reblog on someone else’s post #and i was like ‘wow what a weird and nonsense reply that sounds like they’re replying to someone other than op’ #and sure enough #like…setting aside the fact that what jc was actually asking to be able to depend on wwx #esp in context he was looking for support PERSONALLY. not as ‘heir to jiang’ but as ‘jiang cheng son of jfm and yzy’ #bc he never felt recognized by his parents! BOTH of them overlooked what he had achieved in favor of praising wwx (jfm) or scolding jc (yzy) #if jc didn’t care about wwx or thought he was above him then why wouldn’t he refute the twin prides thing? #what jc was asking was ‘can i depend on you to be my lifelong friend’ #‘can i trust that you will always have my back’ #in retrospect if things hadn’t gone to shit so soon after they prob would have sworn brotherhood once they were actually. you know. adults. #anyway #jc is a lot more complicated than y’all want to make him out to be #if your perception of a character limits them to a single emotional spectrum then you’ve done something wrong #he’s a prickly boy that’s it. it’s not that complicated. #hedgehog boy. if u pet him the wrong direction it’s gonna be pokey. ur supposed to pet the OTHER way. it’s not his fault if u pet him wrong.

[milimeters-morales]

Already thinking of an au for Miguel and Miles. literally i will get my healing/calming forehead touch someway somehow

#basic idea is that Miles runs away because he thinks he’s transforming into a hideous beast and Miguel manages to calm him down #before anyone else and he gets hurt a little (a lot) but he manages to calm them both down actually #and then he starts talking about his experience is or was with his daughter and how he didn’t want to hurt her either #and how pushing people away esp your family will hurt them both when you need to learn how to manage everything #and it gets emotional because i don’t want to give him a kid to kill her off #but i’m not sure if i want to keep her alive either? like. to me it adds another layer if she’s dead but it’s just as good to me if she’s #alive yknow??? #not tagging

[dollhousemary]

okay so actually!! before i post all the angels of illinois stuff i have, here’s the outline/brainstorm notes that i had for the roadtrip fic, at the request of @doemons-blog <33

this one is much easier to make because i didn’t write many actual scenes for this one, so all i really have to post is the notes :)

#ivy.txt #for whom the road tolls #pals tag #like literally the only bits i wrote for this were posted to this blog months ago i got nothin else #taoi however!! i’ve posted bits from but i have more that hasn’t been seen :) #i’m not entirely sure how to post it actually because there are like. 13 screenshots worth of writing and then like 4 screenshots of notes #don’t know how to format that in a post and have it be readable lol #like. i don’t even think you can HAVE that many pics in a post right?

[crossbackpoke-check]

Sid just punching Seids in the face 😅

yeah we don’t love that 🫡 to forever quote YCDT, no ethical consumption under late-stage nhl,,, the nhlpa is a farce and needs to develop standards for head contact,,, fighting in hockey is antiquated and one of the potential methods for growing the game is to showcase individual players and remove some of the contact to allow skills to be at the forefront like in woho,,, this is a multi-faceted issue and heavily debated in hockey because of the way fighting is so ingrained into the idea of what hockey *is* (regardless of whether or not it should be) and especially with everything that’s been coming out about power dynamics and violence in/around hockey i think there’s something to be said about how the normalization of violence on the ice translates into hockey culture and outward behavior because there isn’t really foundational support coming from the league and guidelines that would delineate expectations surrounding off vs on ice actions

yet also, i a) grew up with many blood feuds and a detroit reputation for bench-clearing line brawls, which happened at the first game i ever went to, b) am a simple stupid creature easily delighted by the big skate boys dropping gloves and c) no one got injured, which does not make it okay but makes me feel like i can have a little violence, as a treat. usw usw everything is complicated there’s a million theses on it this is not the post for that, this is the post for me to show you moritz seider my beloved BODYING sidney crosby and one of my favorite mickey redmond quotes about him which is just “seider, as we’ve seen before, doesn’t care”

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#it does piss me off sm that world rugby has a ZERO TOLERANCE policy on head & neck contact at every level #with guidelines & sanctions detailed for reckless & accidental contact and yet the nhl can’t even be bothered to SAY ‘don’t hit each other’ #do you genuinely not give a fuck about your players! you have the potential to change this at EVERY level of hockey! you don’t need this!! #oh the answer is yes by the way. they do not. literally just let me give them ONE clinic on how to absorb contact how to properly administer #contact how to protect yourself they just put them in pads & they think they’re invincible pads are so dangerous for contact!! fight me @nhl #if you want to keep it in the game teach them how to safely engage it can’t be a gentlemen’s unspoken code of conduct if you want it to stay #moritz seider my beloved #detroit ride or die #tw mention of violence #not sure how to tag bc i vague mention the entire hockey canada but also umich situations with no detail #starting to realize i have a pattern of ask answering which is two paragraphs and in one of them i’m going to talk about something #you absolutely did not ask me about AND THEN i’m gonna talk about your actual ask. sorry about that one #liv in the replies #also also also: sid is not the only one who does this it’s such a prevalent problem #it’s just disappointing to see sid who has a history of concussions & head trauma disregard someone else’s safety but any head contact i’m 🫥