Y'know I was gonna say this tomorrow for the one year anniversary but I think I'm gonna say it today.
The QSMP was the very first community I've actually been apart of. Even if it was small, it still meant a lot to me. To find different CC's I've never would've found. To finding a community/fandom that makes great fanart, headcannons, ideas, fanfics, and so much more. Y'all are talented and passionate as fuck, never forget that.
This is more a thank you to the community, the CC's, and the admins for making qsmp worth watching. I've been watching qsmp since the beginning (Philza Main here) and I haven't stopped since. And I don't want to stop but if I have to or if/when qsmp does end, I won't forget any of this.
~ qsmpblr you're all the goats, never forget that. 💜
Also shoutout to the Crows (Philza's Chat), y'all are one of the most welcoming, funny, and unhinged community I've seen. Even if I don't interact that often in the community or chat. Y'all are just so welcoming and kind, it makes me cry on the inside b/c I've never really had that before. So thank you.
~ Keep Ournaing crows 🖤.
*Edit:
OMG how could I forget about the Pissa Nation. God I feel like a failure.
Anyways, Pissa community y'all are so cool. You guys make such beautiful fanart, great fanfics, and such interesting headcannons. I've shipped Pissa since the beginning but I've been way to shy to interact with any of you, but I'm gonna say it y'all the real goats. Waiting patiently for months without any deathduo/Pissa content, getting so excited whenever y'all get any, and basking in the ship lights for months in till y'all get something new. No matter how you ship it, Platonic/QPR, Romantic, or just no labels at all. Y'all are just so fucking loving and accepting. So thank you.
~ Keep Pissing pissers 💜
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Hey! Just wanted to give you a suggestion on how to accurately convey your tone given you have been taken as prickish/rude in your recent replies to asks 
Me and my friends Very commonly use tone tags which I feel would be very useful for you
Stuff like /lh (light hearted) /pos (positive) etc. 
Hope this helps 💛
Thank you. I've considered it but I've struggled to adopt it when writing or just rapid fire responding to things, and usually I try to compensate by being a bit more over the top (if I'm being funny, I better be BIG SILLY so there's no room for interpretation) or toss in an lol, which was essentially my /lh or /pos for the longest time but I've used it less.
Also, much like I said, sometimes I am a prick! Sometimes I am rude! Charlie's legs ask earlier today? (Which upon inspection appears to be the only case I can even find from recent times????) Yep! That shit made me super uncomfortable, I didn't appreciate it, and I found the kindest way possible to tell that Anon to fuck off with that sort of thing. I would ask Anon to consider how folks that aren't part of their group chat or wherever they cooked up their "roast" how people not in on the joke would take it, particularly anyone with a stringy build like Charlie's.
In cases like that, I'm unapologetic for my tone, but I'd have been better off just deleting the ask and moving on in retrospect.
All of that being said, thank you for genuinely trying to understand where I'm coming from and taking my response to the critique in good faith. That means a lot, actually. As someone who has become more and more keenly aware of how my brain impacts perceived tone, etc, it is a weird thing to try and navigate publicly.
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Recently I’ve been noticing a lot people trying to claim that Sokka is actually the dad friend of the group and that Zuko is actually the mom friend of the group (because zukka I guess?), what are your thoughts on this take?
Is it even worth responding to at this point? Fans of that ship have a history of superimposing Katara's traits onto Sokka, and I don't think anyone is going to talk them out of it. I don't care to try, either. For the record, though, Sokka's the neurotic uncle-friend/Katara's oldest son, so calling him the dad friend to over her is honestly kind of hilarious.
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Fic idea: he hasn't slept in weeks, except for a number of naps he can count on one hand. It's been nearly a month, and it's catching up to him in his quarters— he's yawning a couple of times, his sharp blue eyes are tired, and there are slight eyebags. He's never been this tired, he thinks. cortana notices this, and he insists he doesn't need sleep, and obviously, he's stubborn about it.
"I'm fine."
"You're falling asleep standing up."
"I'm fine, Cortana."
"Oh, what, you think if you repeat yourself louder I'll leave you alone? You know me better than that." She crosses her arms and tries to lean into his line of sight. He still wouldn't look at her. Stubborn bastard. "You've been running on adrenaline and thirty-minute naps for three weeks. Almost four."
"Nothing I haven't done before."
"That's the point I'm trying to make. You're not on assignment. You don't have to run yourself ragged for Palmer's training drills." She thinks she sees his eyes flick toward her, just for a second. "...a few hours, that's all I'm asking."
He turns toward the door without saying a word, but she's faster. There's an audible 'click-beep!' as the door locks and the light on the keypad goes red.
He stops in his tracks, but still doesn't turn toward the holodeck. She's expecting to hear her name again, but what comes out instead - in an annoyed growl - is, "Roland."
She can feel the other AI moving through Infinity's mainframe, quicker than lightning, focusing on this room, this holodeck. "Roland!" she snaps, just as his gold glow is starting to layer over her blue. "Do not open that door for him!"
Lovers' quarrel? Roland teases, tactfully keeping the comment inaudible to the human occupant of the room.
Cortana spears him with the digital equivalent of a glare and he backs off. Slightly. The golden light flickers and fades from the holodeck, but she can still feel part of him close by, curious. She doesn't bother chasing him off completely, even as irritating as it is to have him watching over her metaphorical shoulder. "I'm not unlocking that door until you sleep," she grouses at John's still-turned back.
"You're being ridiculous."
"Oh, I'm being ridiculous?!" How could a man be so smart and so stupid at the same time? "You're the one refusing to sleep until you—" she tosses her hands in the air, not that he can see it, "—drop dead, apparently!"
"Commander Palmer's expecting me in forty-five minutes."
"No, she's not. I told her you were unavailable." At this, he finally turns to face her. She's expecting to see annoyance, at the very least, but what she mostly sees instead is...fatigue. The petulant determination in his eyes is no match for the shadows around them. He's exhausted and he knows he is... It doesn't add up.
The energy between them shifts. The fight flooding her code ebbs away. It ripples out like waves, loosening threads of herself she didn't even realize had been wound so tightly, until all she's left with is the overwhelming desire to figure out what's wrong with her Spartan. "...why won't you sleep?"
His jaw tightens and he breaks eye contact, focusing on the floor instead.
She feels Roland finally retreat as her concern spikes higher and she sends a wordless 'thank you' after him. John still hasn't answered. She doesn't push him. Slowly, she sits, prepared to wait as long as he needs. Silence had never been uncomfortable between them, but she finds herself wishing she didn't have to be confined to the holodeck. She wants to reach out, to put a hand on his arm, steady him somehow. Reassure him. It'd been so nice, all those years ago. Circumstances aside, obviously.
His chest deflates in a sigh. "Dreams haven't been too friendly lately."
She hums her acknowledgement. They'd never really talked much about dreams - she usually wasn't in his head when he was having them - but she knew they could be strange. And sometimes painful. Sedatives wouldn't help; he had told her that, once. They forced him deeper, made things more vivid. "...I dreamed, you know. When I was..." she gestures vaguely toward the ceiling. "Out there." She didn't know if that was technically true. She didn't know what dreaming felt like. She knew what it looked like, neurologically, but if that was anything close to what she'd experienced... She doesn't particularly care about the semantics right now. That isn't what he needs. "Mind if I talk about it?"
He takes the bait. She watches him cross the room to his bunk, sitting heavily. "As long as they're good."
His voice is rougher than usual, edged with sleep deprivation, but she can hear the relief, the settling calm. He's grateful to have something else to focus on. She musters a smile and dims the lights. "I wouldn't have offered if they weren't." It was a white lie. Harmless in the short term, forgivable in the long term.
And she begins. Pointedly, at first. Stringing together half-truths of the best parts of what she'd seen, embellishing where necessary. He's horizontal after five minutes, on the brink of unconsciousness after ten. She doesn't stop talking. Not after his breathing has finally slowed into a deep, even rhythm. Not after an hour. Not after two. Not after three. She feels Roland swing by again, but he doesn't bother her, just sends curiosity-contentment-happiness toward her in a rapid succession of data pulses. She echoes back the last two and he's on his way again.
It feels good to be able to say what had been trapped inside her head for months, to try to make sense of it all. And to be able to say it to John without the expectation of any response. She doesn't want to put the weight of it - the reality of it - on his shoulders, too. Not really. She could figure it out by herself. And she would, eventually. But right now? She's just happy to hear nothing but the soft breathing of her Spartan in reply as he, finally, sleeps.
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TW: Mando S3
It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t like the way the story is going to turn out eventually.
It’s just. In my head ast was the perfect S3.
I don’t want to dislike S3. But. I just can’t make myself love these episodes so far. I’m trying. But it’s hard.
honestly, there have been some little moments and details that i've really, really loved. the fucking. mandalorian council talking hammer. the mandalorians rattling their beskar or knocking their gauntlets together to show their appreciation. the tribe banding together to go rescue paz's kid. mando baby fight club (sanctioned.)
but at this point it's only the details i've enjoyed, not the narrative itself, and i don't see the narrative correcting itself by the end of the season. it's all just so.... marvel-ized. it's all about the camoes and the callbacks and the quips. the dialogue sucks. i miss din. i keep getting ads for lego sets based on the episodes and it's just so shallow.
🤷 that's why we've got fanfiction, i suppose?
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