I need to know: what song do you think perfectly describes Sterek? 👀
OH MY GOD
Måneskin has perfect sexy obsessed sterek vibes, in particular Valentine and The Driver
And I feel like this going to be a meh answer but there's one Russian song that I found years ago and all this time I thought of it as a perfect sterek song. The lyrics are them, like it's Stiles screaming at Derek to surrender and allow them to be together bc he fucking knows Derek loves him back and I'm sjddksksbaoqlbskallal
It's called Surrender (Сдавайся) by Sergey Lazarev (yes the one from Eurovision) and I can't fucking find a decent translation so here's one from me (no rhyme sorry)
[Verse 1]
When the grievances come to naught
When you'll be ready to burn in flames
When you'll be ready to forgive me
And let me into your dawn
When the desire would take over
When my thirst for staying with you forever
Will overcome the fear of the heaven's
furious cry of "This is the end."
[Chorus]
Surrender!
There's a draw in your war and, I beg you, come back to me
Surrender!
You are the mirage in my desert,
Don't disappear.
I didn't believe that the soul dries up without love
I'm not your enemy anymore
Surrender!
[Verse 2]
When there are two steps between us
And I'm ready to touch you
Swear to me, that the abyss wouldn't appear
And the love will be saved.
When your snares snap
And I am ready to die from wounds
Swear to me, you'll cease my execution.
This game became too cruel.
Surrender!
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If you've read this far you deserve a gold star 🌟
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good news: new oneshot coming today
bad news: y'all are gonna fucking hate it
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I love Marlene McKinnon so much.
Marlene McKinnon would love Phoebe Bridgers. She would love Moon Song and fucking bowl when Waiting Room got taken down (am I projecting? maybe)
Marlene McKinnon is a child of a divorce and has a very difficult relationship with both of her parent for very different reasons. She hates having a family. She would love a different family but she doesn't want a family. She wants her family to finally have her. She wants family to leave her alone.
Marlene McKinnon wants to be free. She feels her freedom so intensely that she runs out of it before she knows it.
She dies because of family. Just like she knew she would. But it still takes her by surprise.
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suresh fic is incoming 👀
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Uhh so guess who’s maybe... writing their own little story steeped in Arthurian mythology where everyone is some flavor of gay?
So far I’ve got:
Lesbian Morgan le Fay, guest at Camelot during a time ripe with war with the Saxons, coming from the Mystic Lands (AKA Avalon) at the behest of the High Priestess to a world ruled by Christianity and chivalry, feeling deeply out of place, ostracized, and incredibly lonely...
her brother King Arthur, Disaster Bisexual, torn between the duty to his kingdom and his love for both Guinevere, his queen, and Lancelot, his most loyal Knight of the Round Table, plagued by Christian teachings of sin
Guinevere, who has an Awakening not long after Morgan’s arrival and is immediately sent into a questioning turmoil, not at all fuelled by the Christian teachings with which she’s been steeped in all her life thus far; this crisis is definitely not helped by the fact she has recently taken Lancelot as her lover...
and lastly Lancelot, Another Disaster Bisexual, who feels, above all, the pressure of chivalry and politeness, Christian teachings, and duty to both his king and country, who battles constantly against “temptations” (whose names might just be Arthur and Guinevere)
The other thing I’ve got about Morgan is that, in a lot of sources, she is a magic-user; I’m mostly basing her powers on Geoffrey of Monmouth’s version of her depicted in his Vita Merlini, where she is “skilled in the healing arts and in changing shape” (Encyclopedia Britannica). I’ve not yet read this version, so I don’t know exactly what shapes she’s capable of changing into, but for my version, I want her to transform into other people, and she uses this to stave off her loneliness
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Leather jackets are cool okay 🥺
also Dick has unknowingly opened the door to little birds stealing his clothes from him lol. It's a love language 😌
Inspired by ↓↓
that time Discowing wore a leather jacket:
and this precious panel of baby Jay:
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"Grant me your wrath, my dear. For I've become unworthy of your forgiveness"
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:
we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.
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happy december 28th!! nothing bad happened !! this is a normal day!! here are a dad and his child enjoying a moment together in a safe setting and definitely not in an elevator !!
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don't they know they're making love to one already dead
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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩
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'recovering' or 'healing' by starting to hate your former self + shame or mock others for being the way you used to be isn't actually very healing. you can acknowledge + be grateful that you have changed without transferring all your self hatred/shame onto others.
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DC X DP PROMPT #5
You know those ones where Damian gets adopted by the Fentons? Other way round -> reveal gone wrong Danny gets adopted by Talia Al Ghul.
Danny, after a bad reveal that he loses his friends and sister to in order to escape (they sacrificed themselves for him (taking shots, misdirections)) is tired and low on Ecto. He's hungry and he's so so tired. He's flying which ever way the wind takes him, just a little guy in the sky. And oh, what's this? Some Good Soup™? It smells a bit funky, but that's just flavor.
Talia find Danny bleeding green whilst drinking from the pits. She's feeling maternal (sort of) and Damian has just been brought into the world, what's another son? ESPECIALLY a Lazarus child?
Danny wakes up after taking a nap in his spicy soup to a woman that is more of a mother than his own had ever been (which,, yikes) and he's pretty happy. So what if there are assassins trying to kill him and him brand new brother (literally, that kid is FRESH) it's fun. It's enrichment 🤸 he probably needs to learn how to fight normal humans anyway. Talia doesn't even get mad when he accidentally kills the ninjas!!
He's only there for a few months before he gets another new brother! This one's a little weird, but he's also hurt so that's okay! Danny will support his healing journey!!
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thinking of pre canon arthur who was lonely and unloved and abused; of a teenage boy spending his nights in the cold believing that he killed his mother and is nothing but a disappointment to his father.
merlin walking into camelot was the warmest spring of his life skfgskjaf
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