#I like reblogging the art and memes and seeing what's going on but not fielding the weird stuff so I'm turning asks off and also
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#Sorry but since I am on year 6 of running this blog I have little patience for people being weird at me here now#and im too tired for it and going to block you if i feel like you continuously make my blogging experience uncomfortable#I like reblogging the art and memes and seeing what's going on but not fielding the weird stuff so I'm turning asks off and also#I don't want to answer ask-like questions in private messages either but I can't turn them off completely#or else I would turn them off too... so not trying to be mean but please don't send me any more#if I didn't answer you there the last time. I'm saying this bc I like interacting w most of yall but at this moment I want it to be#not as an ask blog... but just chilling next to you as some guy looking at memes if that makes sense#I might turn asks on again sometime later on if I actually have new stuff to talk about#like when duff note finally comes out#This is not directed at most people here but just a couple btw thx!#p
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How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)
Plain text: How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)
This is a list aimed mostly at helping people who already write IDs; for guides at learning how to do them yourself, check my accessibility and image description tags! I write this with close to two years of experience with IDs and chronic pain :)
Get used to writing some IDs by using both your phone and your computer, if you can! I find it easier to type long-form on my laptop, so I set up videos and long comics on my phone, which I then prop up against my laptop screen so I can easily reference the post without constantly scrolling or turning my head
I will never stop plugging onlineocr.net. I use it to ID everything from six-word tags to screenshots of long posts to even comic dialogue! On that last note, convertcase.net can convert text between all-caps, lowercase, sentence case, and title case, which is super helpful
Limit the number of drafts/posts-to-be-described you save. No, seriously. I never go above 10 undescribed drafts on any of my four blogs. It doesn’t have to be that low, but this has done wonders (italics: wonders) for my productivity and willingness to write IDs. If I ever get above that limit, even if it’s two or three more, I immediately either describe the lowest-effort post or purge some, and if I can't do that then I stop saving things to drafts no matter what. No exceptions! Sticking to this will make your life so much easier and less stressful
My pinned post has a link to a community doc of meme description templates!
Ask! For! Help! Please welcome to the stage the People’s Accessibility Server! It’s full of lovely people and organized into channels where you can request/volunteer descriptions and ask/answer questions
I make great use of voice-to-text and glide typing on my phone to save my hands some effort!
Something is always better than nothing!!! A short two-sentence or one-sentence ID is better than no ID at all. Take it easy :)
If you feel guilty about being unable to reblog amazing but undescribed art, try getting into the habit of replying to OP’s post to let them know you liked it! This makes me feel less pressured to ID absolutely everything I see
This is a sillier one, but I tag posts I describe as "described" and "described by me." When saving to drafts, I never preemptively tag with "described by me," since for some reason that always makes me feel extra pressure and extra stress. Consider doing something similar for yourself if that applies!
I frequently find myself looking at pieces of art which feel like they need to be considered for a bit before I can write an ID for them, and those usually get thrown into drafts, where the dread for writing a comprehensive ID just builds. Don’t do that! Instead, try just staying in the reblog field for a bit and focus on the most relevant aspects of the piece. Marinate on them for a little; don’t rush, but don’t spend more than a handful of seconds either. I find after that the art becomes way easier to describe than it initially seemed!
On that note, look for shortcuts that make IDs less taxing for you to do! For example, I only ever describe clothes in art if they're relevant to the piece; not doing that every time saves a lot of time and energy for me personally
Building off of that, consider excusing yourself from a particular kind of ID if you want to. Give yourself a free pass for 4chan posts, or fanart by an artist who does really good but really complex comics, whatever. Let it be someone else's responsibility and feel twice as proud about the work that you can now allot more energy to!
As always, make an effort to find and follow fellow describers! It’s always encouraging to get described posts on your dash, and I find that sometimes I'm happier to ID an undescribed post when the person who put it on my dash is a friend who tagged it with "no ID"
TL;DR: To make ID-writing less stressful and more low-effort, use different devices and software like onlineocr.net and voice-to-text, limit the amount of work you expect yourself to do, and reach out to artists and other describers!
#i have no idea if there's a real audience for this post but this is a genuine list of things i do to help myself out#i hope it can help someone else out too <3#accessibility#image descriptions#my posts#kay talks#long post#this has been in my drafts for so long i'm exiling it because i can't stand wondering if it's coherent any longer
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AN INTRODUCTION TO ME
Hello everyone! How are you? I'm Arabella, and I love to worldbuild, learn about nature, draw, and a bunch of other stuff. If you have any questions about my worlduilding, let me know! Please keep conversations appropriate (no sexting or asking extremely personal questions). Here there will be reblogs of/art of some stuff you might find disturbing (body horror/gore), but I will label it as such (gore, blood, tw, nsfw, etc). It's part of my worldbuilding as you'll see here over time. But it isn't the only part of my worldbuilding, so don't worry about missing out on much. I do not tolerate any porn so none will be here. I've heard too many stories of people dealing with porn addictions and how debilitating it is, so I'm not even going to chance looking at it, lead alone reblogging it.
Filing system down below v
When I reblog stuff, I'll put it in a file system that is similar to my pinterest pinning system (same titles and such). Here's how it'll go...
(btw if any of these tags are of no interest to you, then feel free to block them)
Art:
Animal reference
Animal pose
Animal behavior
Art reference
Human pose
Guide or Art Guide
Landscape
Procreate
Ibispaint
Aesthetic/pattern:
It just looks pretty - I like it because it looks nice :)
Storytelling or Cinematic - the way it sends a message is interesting, and I'd like to use it as inspiration
Worldbuilding:
(BTW level 1 animals are animals found irl)
Level 2 - Like irl animals that have one little thing changed about them, like their color or number of eyes.
Level 3 - Mix of 2 or more animals that is hard to distinguish what the original animal is (like a cat/snake mix, was it originally a cat or originally a snake).
Level 4 - A change in the original species causes a majority of people to fear it, like deep fear it. Creepy
Level 5 - Like levels 2-4, but with a horror aspect to it (like snakes that look like intestines).
I've made guides for my leveling system and I'll post them soon, so don't worry if you're confused ;)
Dragons
Elementals
Hybrid
Characters:
Scene idea - idea for a plot point or fun story in my world
Characters - catch-all
Johann the discoverer
Damien
Mama nova
Void deer
Memes:
(I'll add more as time goes on)
Memes - general tag
Remember - has some relevance to it, whether or not it's a meme (just sorta a catch-all for anything that I want to remember. You'll see what I mean if you search through there.)
Scenario - meme that describes a scene, and I don't know where else to put it
Food for the funnies - this is where I put the stuff I actually laugh at. Not just a breath out of my nose, but a true laugh.
Derpy - •u•
Fever dream - lol those memes that make no sense or come out of left field
And that's how babies are made - I'm not even going to explain this one lol
Stay flexy - exercise ideas
Cute:
Cute - catch-all for anything adorable :3
Cute animal - specifically cute animals
Cute plant - specifically cute plants
Misc:
Recommend or Recommendation - smth I should check out (to buy or look @ again)
Pins or Enamel pins - enamel pins I like the look of.
Watch later - if I like the look of it but don't have the mental energy to completely peruse it, then I'll put it here.
Ok so that is my filing system lol. I know it's pretty long but I plan on using the references and stuff I find here.
I know I said this before, but I love talking (raging extrovert), so if you wanna chat or dump a writing idea or creature idea on me, then go for it! Heck, my commissions are also open (not getting them done immediately, tho) if you're interested (no guarantee on the quality. Just know I am still learning the fundamentals of art). Anyways, if you're reading this far, then you're one of the real ones (also, what's your favorite color? Mine is blue, but I like them all tbh) 💪. Thanks so much for reading this. I'll have a side blog here shortly where I'll post only my art so that you don't have to go through all my reblogs, lol. Anyways, thanks so much, and have a blessed day <3
P.S. this is my art-only side blog. Here, have a mouse 🫴🐁
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Pinned post warning - you should probably read this if you are on my blog!
Hi. This is my remade intro pinned post. The previous one sucked. This one does as well, but less so.
I prefer he/him pronouns but whatever you wanna use is fine. You can call me Void or Coffee, I usually go by either of these online. I'm also on the autism spectrum and I suspect there are many other things wrong with me but I just cannot afford a psychiatrist right now.
I'm 22y/o, currently in third year of uni (chemistry-related field). I dabble in a lot of stuff, including but not limited to - video games, music (listening, playing and making), ttrpgs, linguistics (mostly conlanging), arts of various forms and others. Feel free to ask me about anything and I may have information about it - no guarantee though. Keep in mind I am not interesting, and if you interact with me for long enough you may be subject to me randomly bursting out about some boring obsession of mine. You have been warned.
There are no tags on this blog. Good luck finding anything. I can't do it myself.
What you can expect content-wise - game-related stuff (especially Disco Elysium), memes, hella random original posts, out of context real life rants, etc. If you see me reblog something multiple times in a row - I just really like that thing. Sorry.
My side blogs:
@dndfromthevoid - for all my dnd-related rambles.
@notesfromthevoid - bookmark blog for all the posts I want to save for later, for one reason or another.
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Things I like about Tumblr, 2022
first off, Tumblr isn't perfect, it's full of people, and people in general and on-line can be pretty crap, but in a rare move for me I'm looking at the good.
you are not expected to post under your own name/face. In fact people would think you were pretty freaking weird if you did. To the Best of my knowledge only one person posts under their own name with their face as a profile pic, Hi Neil Gaiman! If we keep this up Tumblr will not become a semi-work space like twitter
No one knows your follower count (and honestly you shouldn't know it either) The level of brain rot I see on twitter around having a big follower count is so embarrassing, "help me get to X million!" is so very cringe, much like blue checks its a meaningless thing and we're all better off not knowing who's "popular" there are popular posts not people.
I have a very popular post about the long term nature of Tumblr so I won't go too much into it other than to say that it's nice that we can have long term jokes and memes on here, because we're able to reblog things from the past without any shame and judgement and so a culture and in jokes and yearly (or weekly) events happen here in a way I don't see on more "now! now! now!" social media.
You can do whatever, linking to #1 because we're not a semi-professional webpage where people are selling their "brand" etc there's little to no pressure (outside of yourself) to stay on topic or theme, you can and should reblog that gif set of a funny show from 10 years ago, that moody art shot of a field before a storm, and that short video of puppies falling over, wild out.
You decide if people see your likes. How many times did people get busted for having porn in their Twitter likes, where here no one can judge you, again we're not a work space so if you like that picture of a man in jock strap, go for it reblog that shit, but if you're shy don't worry you can enjoy what you enjoy without having to share with the class.
We hate crypto, we hate NFT, we always have we always will and thats very sexy of us
you can (still) say what you like. The need to make platforms safe for advisors and influencers has lead to "unalive" and other ways to try to get around using bad words. On Tumblr I can say that Elon Musk sucks a whole bucket of monkey shit and I hope he's pushed down the stairs at Twitter HQ.
Tags my beloved, tags are funny, lovely cool little notes, a way to add a joke, say something heart felt etc without worrying "is this needed?" and guess what if the answer was "yes it was" someone will screen shot them and add them to the post for you, win win.
Long form thought, I know this is a semi-jokey list but like no joking I think having all our politicians, journalists and "thought leaders" spending all day on and mainly communicating through a webpage with a very small character limit was/is very bad for our society. Tumblr (as you can see) you can write an essay (I don't think those people should come here, but I never run out of characters)
there's nowhere better for formatting gifs or picture sets, I honestly can't imagine trying to post a series of gifs or pictures on Insta or Twitter and having them all folded up rather than laid out in order all visible at once (and not cropped down, well most of the time)
There's no algorithm, everyone says it but it needs to be on the list, there's no real hand holding pushing you to this or that, there's nothing boosting or hiding your post, you pick what you like and follow it, and then those blogs do something weird and different and thats chill and you keep on.
we're the gay trans sex website, pretty much no where else on-line can you find this much dumb, non sequitur queer humor or as supportive of the trans experience, yes there are TERFs but they are more fringe here than basically any where else.
we just don't matter, back to #1 we are not a place where you can market yourself or your brand or whatever, as such things are just not that serious, this is a social media website made for fun, to enjoy TV, books, and movies mainly but really whatever you do enjoy.
negative I'd like to address before I go, the on-going porn ban, I'm not in favor of porn itself on here, I don't think we need gif sets of studio porn or whatever. But once Tumblr was a safe space for a lot of queer performers to spread their self made work. It also was a safe space for Queer art, both photographic and drawn, to express sensuality and sexuality. And a safe space for Queer artists to draw art of characters totally fucking the shit out of each other. It was a place where enjoyment of the human form and sexuality could be mixed with all the other parts of life as normal. There were for sure problems, however in an ever more censored and sex negative world I think a freed Tumblr is more needed than ever, so I hope we figure that out soon.
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chocopot, first of all: i followed you on tumblr bc I found your Howl's Moving Castle fics so incredibly charming. <3 Thank you for writing those.
I've been in fandom long enough that I've seen major fan wanks come and go, enough that i've gone from "oh no, fan wank! can't we all just get along?" to "omg this has all happened before why can't you fools see" to just leaving to go outside and smoke a cigarette til it's over, a la that meme of ben affleck.
I enjoyed the OFMD show, of course. I found it so charming, and it was such a wish fulfillment for me personally to have the perfect delicious dynamics that fandom eats like a full course meal, with the additional surprise of the canon supporting those pairings. I also appreciated the canon approaching this with a light touch, enough to leave room for fandom and also eschewing the usual ham-handed After School Special style way queer rep often is.
(I am of course not dismissing those representation efforts in any way, but those storylines don't always have the forward momentum that leads to the creation of fanworks. Sometimes the non-canon character dynamics lead to MORE fanworks because of more ambiguity to play with, funny enough)
I've been living vicariously through ofmd fanwank from you (thanks for being out there in the field, haha). So much of the Discourse with a capital D just seems so wild to me. The best way I can think to describe it is, instead of the "YesAnd" of most fandoms that feed off each other's energy, it's instead more of a "NoBut."
I was wondering if you think there's something different about this particular flavor of wank and what factors you think contribute to it.
Thanks for reading my long ask, and all the best!
Thank you! I'm glad you liked them. I gave up on DoMAYstic after like a week but I think I wrote some cute fluff during that week.
I started writing a response to this ages ago, but I think I need to scrap it and start over because I was getting too into the weeds.
On one level, I don't find the fandom that wanky at all. The amount of fic, art, gifsets, and vids created for OFMD after just one season is incredible, and while it's slowed down since last summer, it's still pretty intense. I see loads and loads of "Yes And" posts like "imagine ed and stede going to bed on the revenge after they reunite. imagine stede wrapping ed in one of his nightshirts" on Tumblr, and people posting their fic updates and other people reblogging and liking them. There is also discussion of representation in the show and how it's interpreted in fandom, and sometimes the latter is more of a "No But," but it's all in earnest and I think it's productive even when I disagree with people and quietly scroll past.
Now, Twitter? Twitter is an entirely different beast. Twitter as a website is designed to stimulate wank, making people express stupidly brash opinions for attention and then making other people feel the need to amplify that or dunk on it. Every time I spend a day doing Twitter on my fannish account, it's so draining and makes me feel like there's no hope for the fandom because it does the same thing. From my perspective it looks like there's a lot of clout chasing, people becoming semi-BNFs and attacking each other and getting hoist by their own petard when their tactics get used against them.
It's a microcosm, though. Almost none of it seems to escape the group of OFMD fans on Twitter who seem to really care about the drama, so I just kind of ignore it, or enjoy hearing about it secondhand.
The fandom is mostly a "Yes And" place. Sometimes in a good way (feverishly making excellent content), sometimes in a bad way (passing around flawed fanon as Definitely True). The AO3 category is bursting with creativity, thousands of canon and setting AUs, fusions, new ways to have the reunion happen, takes on backstory, and more. There's an incredible amount of fanart that does the same things. The fact that the slash juggernaut is also the main canon ship seems to have produced a fandom with a high degree of unity. While there's lots of discourse over Izzy stans, judging by AO3 that's actually a pretty small faction of the fandom as a whole.
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SEVENTH general reference post for favorite posts/ posts I want to reference
Someone really needs to stop me until I actually organize what I already have lol. If I reblog this, it's just to make sure I don't lose it. Everything's linked to my blog because it's the best, easy way for me to make sure nothing gets deleted. See pinned post for more
General
I'm going to hunt you down like a Lowland Gorilla
Dudeskull Thread
Shaolin Soccer
Great video essays reference
Coachella censor
Running up that hill
White boy folding himself into "black lives matter" TikTok
Tendinitis exercise
5 accents tiktok
Black people are treated like a sexuality tiktok
Critiquing dreams
Anonymity doesn't turn people into assholes
Writing resource nsfw thesaurus
It's okay if nationalists are treated worse than other people
Norwegian guy insulting "hot person" tiktok
Hozier "be wary" speech
The piss cloak
Very normal article about football
Bernie Sanders Tribute
Three bears And 10,000rats video
Guy who used only fans paycheck to pay sister's student loans TikTok
Baby T-Rex with dad video
Korean "fuckit-expense"
Ski resort newscaster woman falling video
Just like when you open your mailbox it will be explosively hilarious
"With me as teacher, kids can retake tests as often as needed"
Beatles Ghost art
Youre my girlfriend brah
Roger Fisher and the Nuclear Launch Codes
Davy Jones from the Monkees is Gay Drama (2)
Semen and Gay Uncle (1)
Yeah I killed him vid
Misanthropic female authors
Neocities
20% of the Korean Population died during the Korean War
Raven wolves mutualism discourse
In the tags age & wedding
Being an adult means living with regret and not allowing it to consume you
Prison labor is absolutely the new slavery
Zenitsu flip tiktok
Pup on soccer field does interview video
Lemon stealing whores video
I'm Mr. Sterlings vid & memes
Boundaries between creators and fandoms
Bohemian rhapsody in memes
Fudgers meaners post edit
Ant-Man Thanos ass post
Here's how u age when you're unproblematic
Orange juice w/ pulp
Idea of doubling down has ruined the internet
Easy-to-read bionic typefont for disabilities
"We need to drop the t"
Shinzo abe anime birth propaganda
Color theory
Morbius trailer tiktok
Confirmation bias quiz
Insane coffee shop story
Girl is this wheel of fortune or something
Alpha males eat spiders
"not very political" libertarian dude
Documentary on people in private security
Homophobic Christian lady tiktok restaurant
Tumblr deleted partyjockers drama may 2022 (2) (3) (4)
Wall-leaning tiktok
Disabled people deserve to have a high income with no strings attached
Mine
I want shinsou to go up against stain
Report bigotry
"lesbians and bi women are regarded with suspicion"
Ekko vs. Jinx Arcane Fight
Juno
Shounen Feminist Villain
Annoying does not equal immoral
Todoroki's favorite hero would've been all might anyway
Brett Fucking Toohey
Lmao (mhy)
My mom and the new lawnmower
"knock it off or die"
Me challenge
LoL 2017 cinematic trailer was the best I've seen
Todoroki making Bakugou his friend
Georgia O'Keeffe (for me)
Don't censor tags
Superhero stories can be enjoyable, but are inherently fucked
I'll apologize if I want
Chip & dale ugly sonic legal
Getting diagnosed with ADHD
Medical incarceration
Todoroki and Kaminari Friendship
Kaminari trying to convince Deku
Bones
On "it'll be okay"
On "HP always sucked anyway"
Morbussy
Hiroyuki sawano Elon musk baby names
Sports Festival arc sub
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Music Mixes
Lumberjanes “Arts and Crafts” Program Field
Treble Maker Badge
“Some Risks are worth the Reward”
Music fuels the mind and thus fuels creativity. A creative mind has the ability to make discoveries and create innovations. The greatest minds and thinkers like Hildegard von Bingen, Barbra Strozzi, and Florence Mary Taylor all had something in common in that they were constantly exploring their imagination and creativity. As a Lumberjane it will be vital that we not only enrich our minds, but enrich those around us. Music is just one of the many mediums that can create an empowering environment, it is one of the few mediums that can be enjoyed at any time.
Finch’s Notes:
This post is based on a section from the bonus content from Lumberjanes: To The Max Edition Volume One. I did not create these playlist, their titles, or the blurb at the top of the post. If any of the links are wrong or broken, or if I should add any more disclaimers for song content, please feel free to let me know!
*D-Slur Warning.
**Only version of the cover I could find on youtube, here’s a version of song without the extra audio but it’s on a Russian website that overwrote my adblocker a little bit so visit it at your own risk. Here’s the song it was covering if you want that instead.
***Could not find cover on youtube. Link instead goes to band camp.
****F-Slur Warning.
Fox Fight Jams! By April!
Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks
Bad Reputation by Joan Jett
Run the World (Girls) by Beyonce
Northshore be Tegan & Sara
Woo Hoo by The 5 6 7 8s
Wilderness by Sleater-Kinney
Wolf by Now, Now
Spin Around by Josie and the Pussycats
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Theme
Jet Pack by Dog Party
Pirates by Jenny Owen Youngs
Dance Apocalyptic by Janelle Monae
Bamboo Bones by Against Me!
Push It by Salt-n-Pepa
I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift
Up All Night by One Direction
Roar by Katy Perry
Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor
Say You'll Be There by the Spice Girls
Ribs by Lorde
Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (”Best Song Ever”-April)
River Adventure Mix of dooooom by Mal
I Was An Island by Allison Weiss
Shark In The Water by V.V. Brown
Let's Submerge by X-Ray Spex
Eyes Open by The Gossip
Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill*
Giant Kitty by Shonen Knife
I Won't Follow by the Secret Someones
4Ever by The Veronicas
Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne
Take Me Away by Fefe Dobson
Borne On The FM Waves by Against Me! & Tegan Quinn
Ain't It Fun by Paramore
3 Small Words by Josie and the Pussycats
Anchor by Letters To Cleo
That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings
Independent Woman Part 1 by Destiny's Child
Crush by the Sleigh Bells
Oh! by Sleater-Kinney
Tropical by Plumtree
Rhiannon by Best Coast or Fleetwood Mac
The Con by Tegan & Sara
The Competition by Kimya Dawson
Cave Tunes by Molly
I Have Confidence by Julie Andrews
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
Tightrope by Janelle Monae feat Big Boi
Just A Dream by Taylor Swift
Heartbreak Dream by Betty Who
Corner of the Sky by the Jackson 5
Valerie by Amy Winehouse
I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston
Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn
Let It Go by Idina Menzel
Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations
Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash
Jolene by Dolly Parton
Rock ‘n Roll High School by Shonen Knife
Don’t Save Me by HAIM
The Cave by Dia Frampton**
She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert
This Is For by Ingrid Michaelson
Cut It Off by Mal Blum
Smash Into You by Beyonce
Jen’s Perfect Camp Mix by Ripley
Gravity Falls Theme Song
Summertime by Audra McDonald
Strong Enough by Kina Grannis
(You’re So Square) Baby, I Don’t Care by Cee Lo Green
Waterfalls - TLC
Just A Girl by No Doubt
Nobody Knows Me At All by The Weepies
I’m Beginning To See The Light by Ella Fitzgerald
Bad Girls by M.I.A.
Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls
Magic To Do by Patina Miller & Ensemble
***Flawless by Beyonce
Come On by Josie And The Pussycats
Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles
Jo’s really rad! Mix by Jo
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Theme
Androgynous(Live) by Joan Jett and Against Me!
Tous Les Memes by Stromae
Sunshine by Rye Rye feat M.I.A.
L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold
What About Your Friends by TLC
Just One Of The Guys by Jenny Lewis
Melody by Kate Earl
Red Cape by Priscilla Ahn
No Wow by The Kills
I Found You by Tilly and the Wall
Do You Remember the Morning by Kid in the Attic***
Cheerleader by St. Vincent
Concrete Wall by Zee Avi
You Can Count On Me by Panda Bear
Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac (”<3″-Jo)
Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds
Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie
Oblivion by Grimes
Q.U.E.E.N. by Janelle Monae and Eryka Badu
Rapid Decompression by Against Me!
Roanokes Rule: The Mix[!][!][!] by April
Rattlesnake by Saint Vincent
Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me!****
Amazon by M.I.A.
Another One Bites The Dust by Queen
Art-I-Ficial by X-Ray Spex
Separate Rooms by Now, Now
What’s Mine Is Yours by Sleater-Kinney
Sci-Fi Wasabi by Cibo Matto
Tennis Court by Lorde
Son Of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield
Dreams by Fleetwood Mac
Desire Lines by Deerhunter
Hot and Cold by Ex Hex
White Daisy Passing by Rocky Votolato
Misguided Ghosts by Paramore
For The Best by Gregory and the Hawk
The Hymn Of Acxiom by Vienna Teng
Capture The Flag by Broken Social Scene
From A Shell by Lisa Germano
Rosie’s Turn
Feeling Good by Nina Simone
Annabelle Lee by Sarah Jarosz
Terrible Things by April Smith & The Great Picture Show
You Can’t Be Told by Valerie June
Wild Geese Blues by Gladys Bentley
The Day Is Short by Jearlyn Steele
One Dime Blues by Etta Baker
Hard Way Home by Brandi Carlile
The Devil’s Paintbrush Road by The Wailin’ Jennys
To The Bone by Okou
Panic Cord by Gabrielle Aplin
Cups (You’re Gonna Miss Me) by Lulu and the Lampshades
Crayola Doesn’t Make A Color For Your Eyes by Kristin Andreassen
Complimentary Me by Elizabeth & The Catapult
Blue Spotted Tail by Kina Grannis
Sorry About The Doom by Slow Club
You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse
From Texas: Big “D” by Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett
Finch’s Notes Cont:
Hi! I made this post to avoid work. But mostly I made this post because Lumberjanes is something really important to me, and these playlist are a part of my enjoyment of Lumberjanes I don’t see people talking about a lot! So I decided to make a post in order to share them with y’all. I remember hunching over my phone making a spotify playlist (here, though it’s missing a few songs that aren’t on spotify) while on a trip to California in the summer of 2018 when I first got into Lumberjanes. I probably listened to these songs while I made my first ever Lumberjanes fanart. These mixes helped me to discover artist I really love, like Janelle Monae and Mal Blum. I hope you enjoy them as well!
Other notes: Sk8r Boi is crossed out as that is the way it appears on Mal’s playlist. Also, I tend to shy away from music videos as a personal preference, so that’s why there are so few included on this playlist, though I’m sure many of these songs have beautiful music videos. I might reblog this post in the future with some youtube playlists of these mixes, but if you want to find them yourself there are a lot of playlists of these songs made on youtube already! Or you can make your own playlists using this post.
And, just for fun, have one final Lumberjanes themed music recommendation:
Lumberjanes by Various
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Go Virge, go!
Kanene’s note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but you’re just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa I’m happy for being your friend! <33
Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!
* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b
* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Since it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you!
[~*~]
Patton was confused. A lot.
And that wasn’t even a whole brand-new thing in his life.
Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest.
He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgil’s room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend can’t stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-
Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!
Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humans…
Yeah, especially humans.
Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.
It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.
Right about noooow…
…
Now?
…
Well, it didn’t work.
Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.
Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.
That was a Virgil without his hoodie.
Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is… he wasn’t on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world – actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.
Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Patton’s promise of ‘physically fight for it!’ – which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it – flew from his mouth.
And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasn’t nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didn’t!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.
Which was exactly what they were doing!
Now, don’t get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!
….But…
But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the other’s eyes he had already seen before, however couldn’t quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldn’t really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.
Not yet, at least.
[~*~]
Virgil was about to fucking quit it.
No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.
And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag ‘My arts’ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.
At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.
After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make – somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldn’t probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldn’t follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.
Of course, that didn’t happen. OF COURSE.
Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Patton’s cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Patton’s lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??
He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his vision’s field.
“I would sell my soul for a tickle.” Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-
“What was that?”
Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the other’s direction, wide eyes.
“What.” He eloquently offered.
“I was too far, didn’t hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?”
Virgil tried – failing - to not blush. Patton was… actually being serious, right? That wasn’t any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. “Nothing. It was nothing.” He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.
“Oh, okay!” Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the show’s opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.
“You like tickles.”
The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-
“What? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you just…”
“Oh!” Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the other’s eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe… Maybe something he had done before finally work? “That is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!”
Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.
Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.
“Knock knock…” Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.
“Fuck off.” The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.
“Gasp! Virgil!” The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. “I should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!” Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! “But I won’t.”
Hey now, what.
“What?!” His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! Especially…”
‘Please – see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Patton. You’re cool, you’re a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??’ Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.
“… Since I’m totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! You’re blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, I’m… Imma gonna die of cuteness. You’re truly the most precious being I’ve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just saying…?”
‘I will die! No! I’m already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Let’s move on to the next damn part!’
“Oh right!” Patton lightly hit the side of his head. “I’m glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do is…”
‘Dude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar don’t…’
“Ask me! Please, please, please!!” Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didn’t melt yet. “Aw, don’t give me that look, kiddo!” Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his ‘Puppy Eyes’ expression – more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgil’s resolution.
They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgil’s direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.
“I can’t.”
“Of course, you can, kiddo! I’m rooting for ya! Wanna see?” And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch “Go Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!” Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.
He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.
“Stohop it.” Dammit. He was breaking.
‘Come on, guy! You can do this!’ He internally whined.
“Ooh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, don’t you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we can’t wait for when we…” Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Patton’s hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. “… getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!” They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.
No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.
‘Just… just don’t think about it! Pull it off. Like… I don’t know! Like a stupid band aid!’
“It is going to be so much fun! I didn’t even tickle you yet and you’re already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! You’ll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!”
Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and – even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldn’t bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.
“Virgey-wiggly-wiggley…~”
“TICKLEMEPLEASE!”
Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. “Of course!” He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgil’s bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.
The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.
A devious plan shinned in his head.
Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didn’t take too long before blooming in the other’s features.
He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Patton’s expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.
“No.” His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. “No no no! You are a- dON’T!- such a dork!!! No!!”
They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. “I’m going t-t-to kick you!!” and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.
The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ““fight””, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesn’t believing this was actually happening.
That it didn’t matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didn’t stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the other’s mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!
He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and d i e.
And he was loving every single second of this.
“Aww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But don’t worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!” He booped Virgil’s bellybutton “Here” A couple of fingers slid on his waistline “And here, and here, and here and everywhere!” Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his ears…
The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Patton’s, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.
“Virgil!!” Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the other’s hands off his face, before both knew they’re wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. “Virge!! I will go to another spot this way!”
In a blink of an eye one of his friend’s arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of ‘Survive’ in his veins.
The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.
His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-
“Gotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!” Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgil’s hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friend’s sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.
“Patton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!” Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgil’s waistline. “Don’t you dare!! Don’t you fuckin- gah!” The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, don’t you think?!” And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the other’s chest and just enjoy the feeling.
“Awww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?” The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Patton’s neck, giggling nonstop.
“Nonono!! It’s not!” And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasn’t on purpose.
Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.
It didn’t take long before Virgil let out his first ‘Stop’, which Patton happily obliged, don’t having the heart to move when he realized Virgil’s breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.
The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgil’s quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.
[~*~]
Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie they’re going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.
#Happyyy dayyyyy <333#Sanders Sides tickling#Kanene's fanfic#Kanene's Au#Lee!Virgil#Ler!Patton#I just realized the title sounds like that cartoon Go Diego go. Not changing it looool xDDD#Ticklish!Virgil#Soft and Playful tickles#Cute#This is so cute because they're precioooous#Tickle fic#Tickle fanfic#Kanene's Art#Sanders SIdes Human AU#<3#<33#I really liked writing this one <33#Sanders Sides tickles
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I've been getting more followers recently (for some reason), so I thought I'd take the opportunity to introduce myself properly and explain as best I can how I organize this blog.
Hello! Hi! I'm Beth!
My pronouns are he/him.
I'm just a horribly disorganized, socially awkward, asexual Canadian university student trying my best to stay sane. Emphasis on trying. Attempts are being made.
Murdoch Mysteries has been my main source of serotonin for the past four years or so, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. George Crabtree and Inspector Brackenreid give me life. All I want from this show is a hug between both of them. I'm still waiting. It'll happen. One of these days.
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My URL comes from this comedy skit video I randomly came across a while ago and just absolutely fell in love with (this). At one point, he says "but I digress, as I am a whimsy boy" and for some reason, that line just stuck with me.
My profile picture is a frame I drew of George Crabtree when I made an animatic of that one vine. My header is George and Brackenreid, because I love their father-son dynamic and I will never stop hoping they hug one day.
I write an unholy amount of fanfiction, and post a small selection of it over on AO3. You may know me as the person responsible for the Hogwarts AU. Or the Newsies AU. Or maybe the College AU. If you're reading this in the future, there's probably more options. I make a lot of AUs. I haven't even posted half of the AUs that I've made. They just pop into my head when I'm feeling stressed out, and, as you may have guessed, I get stressed out a lot.
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Most posts I make myself are about Murdoch Mysteries and I tag them as such. For reblogs, I usually use the tag space as space to make comments for some reason, and I usually don't end up tagging Murdoch Mysteries there (maybe I should though).
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25. Bizarre and Supernatural
Anchor
Stiles Stilinski x Original Character
Episode: 3x01; Tattoo
Word Count: 10,258
Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence and gore, sexual themes
Author’s Note: Here’s to season three! I’m really excited about 3A and 3B because they are my personal favorites. This season we’ll see more of what Olivia is capable of, as well as her relationship with Stiles. Hope you enjoy! Reblog and like!
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May 4, 2011
Stiles breathed heavily as he squirted some water into his mouth, finding relief from the cool liquid. The heat felt unbearable, but he kept practicing, determined to make first line for the lacrosse season next spring. Sure, it wasn't officially summer yet, but school was out, and they had time. Winning the championship game wasn't all fun and games—now he had a reputation to uphold.
Scott was certainly working him for it, too. They had already run one of the shorter cross-country tracks before heading to the practice lacrosse field, where they started doing dribbles. They were taking a quick break for water now, and then they'd start on scoring practice.
His phone beeped from his gym bag. A smile bloomed on his face when he saw that it was Olivia. She had sent some Star Wars meme with Anakin holding sand art followed by a bunch of crying emojis. How did anyone think his girl had a heart of stone?
Sweetcheeks: LOL we're still on for tonight, right?
Livvy: Yup. Dress code?
Sweetcheeks: Casual. One word—drive-in.
Livvy: Got it. I'll be ready at 4. 😊
"You're texting Liv, aren't you?" Stiles looked away from his phone at Scott's voice; he grinned guiltily.
"Sorry," he tossed the phone back into his bag.
"It's fine," Scott chuckled. "You're still taking her out for her birthday, right?"
Stiles grinned. "Do you know how wonderfully ironic it is that her birthday is on Star Wars day?"
"No."
"Of course, you wouldn't," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'm taking her to the drive-in. The original trilogy is starting at five, so we'll have time to pick up some food and head there."
Scott hummed and grinned at his best friend. Even though his relationship with Allison hadn't worked out, he was happy that Stiles and Olivia were getting theirs going. He wasn't shocked when he first saw them together the Monday back at school after everything went down, hands gripped together as they walked the hallways, but it was a great surprise. For a while there, he thought that Olivia wasn't going to acknowledge her feelings for Stiles. He was just glad she did.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Stiles eyed him warily.
"I'm happy for you, dude," he clapped Stiles' shoulder. "Your girlfriend is Olivia Martin."
"Yeah, she is," Stiles smiled goofily and took another sip of water. He set the bottle down and picked up his lacrosse stick, ready to go again. "Come on, I gotta pick Livvy up at four. Why don't you get in the goal and help me make team captain like you promised?"
Scott laughed and rolled his eyes, picking up his own stick. "Hey, you know what I just realized?" he paused, looking at Stiles thoughtfully. "I'm right back where I started."
Stiles gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."
"Dude," Stiles pushed his shoulder, causing him to stumble back. "you still got me."
"I had you before!" Scott exclaimed, using the momentum of Stiles' push to run over to the goal.
"Yeah and you still got me, so your life is fulfilled," Stiles retorted, making his way to an appropriate distance from the goal. He used his net to scoop up a lacrosse ball and got ready to try to get it past Scott. "Now remember, no wolf powers."
Scott nodded and grinned mischievously. "Got it."
"No, I mean it," Stiles pointed at him. "No super-fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing—none of that shit, okay?"
"Okay!" Scott agreed loudly. "Just come on."
"You promise?"
"Would you just take the shot already?"
Stiles bit his lip and steadied his net before winding back at whipping the ball toward the goal. Just as the ball left his net, he saw Scott's eyes flash gold, so he wasn't surprised when Scott easily caught the ball.
"I said no wolf powers!"
-
"Allison, do you see what she's wearing?" Lydia complained to a very tired Allison over Facetime, flashing her phone's camera at Olivia's flowy shorts and white camisole. "She's wearing that for her first date."
Olivia scowled and grabbed the phone from Lydia so she could talk to Allison herself. "We're going to see a movie at the drive-in."
Allison yawned and apologized softly. "It looks fine," she agreed with Olivia. "What movie?"
It was late at night in France where Allison was currently living. After everything was said and done and Jackson was okay, she and Mr. Argent only stayed long enough for Allison to take her finals. They took off to France right after she turned her last test in, leaving barely enough time for Olivia and Allison to talk about their friendship.
Since Allison still didn't know that Derek bit her mom to protect Scott, the youngest Argent didn't offer an apology for hurting Derek. While it annoyed Olivia a little, she understood that Allison didn't know the whole story and could only base her feelings on what she knew. What she knew was that Derek bit her mom and her mom killed herself soon after. So, Olivia brushed it off and Allison apologized for the way she acted.
Their friendship was mended but the two of them and Lydia were disappointed that Allison would be in France the whole summer. They promised to keep in contact and Facetime, so, of course, Lydia thought it was appropriate to call and wake up Allison when she learned that Stiles was taking Olivia out for her birthday.
"Star Wars," Olivia informed her. "It's a special viewing."
"By special, she means Stiles is gonna get into her panties—"
"Lydia Grace Martin!" Olivia grabbed one of the throw pillows off her bed and whipped it at her cousin; Sirius yipped excitedly, thinking they were playing catch. Lydia laughed and Allison joined her. "I am not having sex with Stiles."
"Tonight, anyway," Allison commented slyly as Lydia crowed, "Uh-huh, sure!"
"It's my birthday and you guys are being so mean to me," Olivia whined dramatically, falling back on her bed. Sirius scrambled over to her, giving her face sweet little kisses. "Thanks, Siri, You're my best bud."
"I wanted to have a party for you," Lydia tugged her phone out of her hands. "Did you meet any cute boys yet, Allison?"
"I've been here for a week," Allison said flatly.
"I'm guessing that's a no."
"Leave her alone, Lyds," Olivia nudged the redhead as she sat back up and smushed her head against Lydia's so Allison could see them both. "Take time for yourself, Al. Be an independent woman who doesn't need a man to—"
"All right, Susan B. Anthony," Lydia cut her off, earning herself laughter from Olivia and Allison. "I'm not saying you need a man. I'm saying you want a man."
Allison laughed awkwardly. "I'm changing the subject now. What time is Stiles picking you up, Liv?"
As soon as the question was out of her mouth, they heard Natalie calling up to them. "Olivia, Stiles is here!"
"Now, I guess," Olivia told Allison, checking the time on her phone. It was 3:55; he was five minutes early. "I'll talk to you later, Al."
"Have fun, Liv! Happy birthday!"
Olivia thanked her and Lydia bid her own goodbyes to Allison before ending the call. Olivia dashed into the bathroom she shared with Lydia to check the braid that Lydia put it in while her cousin waited impatiently by her bedroom door.
"Come on, Liv."
"I'm coming," she huffed, walking out of the bathroom and to her door. When she opened it, Sirius zoomed out of the room, too excited to see Stiles. "Why does he love Stiles more than me?"
"Honestly, I have no idea," Lydia shook her head in agreement. She had been so pissed off when she learned that Sirius adored Stiles more than any of his owners. Stiles made it worse when he came over, talking to Sirius in the same voice that Lydia used on him.
By the time they made it downstairs, Sirius was on his back in front of Stiles while Stiles happily petted his belly, making cure little cooing noises. Olivia would never admit it to him, but her heart melted every damn time he and Sirius were together.
"Hey!" Stiles greeted her enthusiastically when he noticed her in front of him. "Happy birthday!"
Olivia smiled at him, her cheeks flushing when he gave her a quick kiss. Usually she wasn't a big fan of showing affection in front of other people, but this was Lydia. Lydia, who would tease the hell out of her later...
"Thanks, Stiles. Are you ready to go?"
"Wait, wait," Lydia cut in, holding up her phone. "I need pictures."
Olivia sighed heavily while Stiles agreed with a smile. "You're worse than your mom, Lyds."
"Shush now," Lydia waved her off. She paused, allowing for Stiles and Olivia to arrange themselves into a picture-appropriate pose and then cheered, "Say cheese!"
"Cheese!"
Olivia's mood brightened as soon as they left her house. They chatted lightly when they went to pick up the pizza they were going to bring to the drive-in and Olivia had told him what she'd had done for her birthday. Derek had taken her and Isaac out for breakfast and then he and Peter took her out to buy her first car and presented her with a new MacBook, while Lydia and Natalie took her shopping when she got home, each of them getting some new clothes.
"How was practicing with Scott?" she asked when she was done telling him about her day and they were settled at the drive-in, waiting for the movie to start.
"It was okay," Stiles shrugged and bit into his pepperoni pizza. "I got a lot of work to do."
"You already did great at the game, so I'm sure Scott will be able to whip you into shape in no time," Olivia assured him.
"Hopefully," Stiles allowed a grin to slip onto his lips. "Thanks, babe."
"You're welcome, sweetcheeks."
They pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss, tasting pizza on each other's lips. Olivia gasped lightly as Stiles swept his tongue along the seam in her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth and caress hers.
The loud billowing of the Star Wars theme made them jump away from each other. They turned to the dark screen, the light from the bright yellow scrawl illuminating their flushed faces. Olivia glanced over at Stiles as the opening theme ended, giving way to warships flying through space. She wasn't surprised to see him looking back at her.
-
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"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture."
The sarcastic tone seeping into Jimmy's statement made Stiles snort quietly and grin to himself. He was glad that his back was turned away from Scott as he looked at the various books full of tattoos that Jimmy had drawn up. Picturing Scott's innocent smile made him snort again as he flipped through pages of plastic sleeves, searching for anything that interested him.
The last night of summer and of course, Scott wanted to get a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, though. Scott wanted two black bands curled around his bicep. To be honest, Stiles didn't like the design but it wasn't his body so he wasn't going to say anything—but if the tattoo was as ugly as he thought it was going to be, he would probably have a hard time holding back.
Holy shit, he thought as he turned to another page.
The design took up most of the page but it wasn't the size that was shocking. It was the fact that the drawing looked exactly like the kanima that wreaked havoc around Beacon Hills the previous spring. Jimmy must have seen the kanima because he had all the details down, from the venomous claws to the long tail.
"Hey, Scott," he caught his best friend's attention as he turned to face the chair where he was seated. "you sure you don't want something like this?"
He showed Scott the kanima tattoo with flourish, amusement light his features. Scott wasn't nearly amused as he was; his excited face turned into a frown before he gave Stiles an are-you-serious look.
"Too soon?" Stiles asked needlessly as he closed the tattoo book and placed it back on the shelf it was sitting previously. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this?" he turned back to Scott. "I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"
As Jimmy started getting the ink ready to go, Scott answered, "I'm not changing my mind."
"Okay, but why two bands?"
Scott shrugged. "I just like it."
"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"
"Getting a tattoo means something."
Stiles scoffed. "I don't think that's—"
"He's right," Jimmy interrupted him; Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and looked to him curiously. "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark'. Like a rite of passage."
"Yeah, you see?" Scott grinned smugly at Stiles, making him bristle." He gets it."
Stiles narrowed his eyes at him. "He's covered in tattoos, Scott. Literally."
Jimmy gave him a deadpan look before turning to Scott. "Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
Scott shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Nope."
As the needle in Jimmy's hand started buzzing, Stiles slowly walked over to get a better look of what was going on to Scott's arm. His stomach flipped when the needle quickly entered Scott's skin. "I tend to get a little squeamish, though, so..."
He trailed off as his vision went blurry and his limbs felt like jelly. He was out before he even hit the floor.
When he woke up, Scott's tattoo was done and he was paying Jimmy for the work. Stiles winced as he craned his neck to look around; they left him on the floor but at least they gave him a cold pack to put against his head. He groaned as he sat up, pressing the cold pack firmer against the back of his aching head. Three minutes later, they were getting into his Jeep.
Stiles blinked at his steering wheel, wondering if he should be driving right after hitting his head but was distracted by Scott's quiet groan of pain. He turned to his best friend while throwing the soppy ice pack in the backseat. "You okay?"
Scott squirmed uncomfortably and grimaced at his wrapped arm. "It kinda burns."
"Yes," Stiles couldn't believe that Scott didn't expect some pain. "you just had your skin stabbed about a hundred thousand times with a needle."
"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this," Scott looked to Stiles for an answer; Stiles shrugged just as Scott jumped and grunted in pain. 'No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this."
"Oh, God."
Scott groaned again and reached for the gauze on his arm. "Oh, I gotta take this thing off."
"No, no, no, no, Scott," Stiles immediately protested, his stomach flipping. He gagged a little as Scott started unwrapping his arm. "Scott, please stop! Oh, gross—" he paused when he saw Scott's arm. "Woah."
The solid black bands of ink wrapping themselves around Scott's bicep were fading into angry red skin. Within seconds, Scott's arm was back to normal, like he had never even entered the little tattoo shop.
"What, come on!" Scott gasped before looking at Stiles. "It healed."
Stiles was just glad that nothing gruesome happened—and that Scott wouldn't have that ugly thing on his body for the rest of his life. "Ah, thank God. I hated it," when Scott gave him an affronted look, Stiles winced and gave a flat apology. "Sorry."
-
"You're sure that Scott won't be at Stiles' house?" Allison looked over at Olivia anxiously.
Olivia flipped on her right blinker and turned onto the highway. "I'm positive," she reassured her friend. "Stiles said that Scott was leaving at five."
"Yeah but it's Stiles and Scott," Lydia piped up from the backseat, leaning forward so she could talk to Olivia and Allison easier. "Since when do they spend a minute apart?"
"When I ask," Olivia smiled playfully, earning laughs from Allison and Lydia. "I told Stiles that we were going out with you guys tonight, so..."
"Stiles has a brain in that big head of his," Lydia said. "I'm sure that he's smart enough not to tell Scott that he's going on a group date with his ex-girlfriend."
Eh.
"Wait, wait," Allison gave them both an alarmed look. "It's not a date, right? Please tell me it's not a date."
Olivia glared at Lydia through the rearview mirror, wishing that her cousin could have kept her mouth shut because Allison wasn't ready to start dating again. Of course it was a date, though; one of Lydia's summer hook-ups had a cousin who was very hot—according to Lydia—and was interested in getting to know Allison. Olivia and Stiles had gone on double dates with Lydia and whatever guy she was into that day before so it was a natural segway into inviting them, too. Stiles hadn't wanted to go on the group date, explaining that it felt like he was betraying Scott, but Olivia had begged him. She felt bad for Scott about the break-up, but from the conversations she had with Allison over the summer, it didn't seem like Allison was going to be able to reenter a relationship with Scott. It wasn't that she didn't love him—because she really did—but it was hard for her to move on from everything that happened before.
"It's not a group date," Olivia promised Allison. "It's more of a group thing."
"Does this guy know it's a group thing?" Allison looked to Lydia for an answer now, considering she was the one who planned the whole night. "I told you guys that I'm not ready to get back out there."
"Ugh," Lydia groaned and Olivia smiled at her dramatics. "I can't believe you were in France for four months and you didn't date a single guy."
Allison shrugged awkwardly and changed the subject. "Just because you were ready after—"
"Don't say his name!" Lydia exclaimed, cutting her off.
"Jackson is a subject that's off limits," Olivia told Allison with a smile that told the taller brunette she knew that Lydia was gonna have a fit.
"You said his name," Lydia reached toward Olivia's ear and flicked it, earning herself a pained squeal.
Jackson Whittemore was a sensitive subject when it came to Lydia Martin. Despite the fact that Lydia saved him and they declared their love for one another, there were no moves on either side to enter a relationship again. After learning control with Derek and Olivia, Jackson and his family moved to England to start over. Olivia missed him but they still exchanged emails once a week—something that she wouldn't mention to Lydia until the time was right.
"Is he okay?" since Lydia and Olivia didn't speak about Jackson in their calls to Allison, she didn't know what was going on with him. "I mean, did everything work out?"
"Well, you saw how it was when it turned up that he was alive," Olivia reminded her. It had been a whole thing with the hospital and the doctors and the research that annoyed and angered Jackson so much that Olivia had to be by his side every hour so he wouldn't lose control. "but eventually, everyone got over it."
"And yes, Derek and Liv taught him the werewolf 101," Lydia reported. "like how not to randomly kill people during a full moon."
Allison grinned at her. "So, then, you've talked to him?"
Lydia shook her head. "Not since he left for London."
"You mean since his dad moved him to London," Olivia objected; Lydia liked to act that Jackson went to England willingly when he was actually really upset that he had to move.
Lydia waved her off. "Whatever, he left," she said sharply. "And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that's not gonna be a disaster."
"So, you're totally over him?" Allison challenged the redhead.
"Would I be going on a group date if I wasn't?" Lydia said quickly, once again blurting out the truth. Olivia and Allison laughed and she sighed. "Yes, it's a group date. It's not an orgy so I think you'll live."
Olivia chuckled as she pulled to a stop at a red light. "I vetoed the orgy," she informed Allison jokingly. She was in a happy mood tonight; it was the last night of summer, Allison was back, and she'd get to see Stiles. "and the club."
"She's a buzzkill."
Olivia scoffed and quickly turned back to Lydia for a moment. "I don't want to be hungover on our first day of junior year. Besides," she turned to Allison for back-up. "don't you like pizza and laser tag?"
Allison went to agree but Lydia cut her off. "That's because she'll win!"
"Ha-ha," Allison pushed Lydia back into her seat, all three of them laughing. "I guess you'll have to take some pointers—oh, my God!"
At Allison's exclamation, Olivia turned to her left to see what had her freaking out. She hadn't noticed that a vehicle had pulled up next to her at the stoplight—which she cursed herself for because she was usually a great driver—and she also hadn't noticed that it was her boyfriend's vehicle.
"What the hell?" Olivia narrowed her eyes at the jeep while Allison freaked out in the passenger seat and tried not to look at Scott—who was with Stiles, trying to avoid eye contact with any of them. "He's supposed to be at his house."
Stiles waved at her enthusiastically and her annoyance flooded away. She could never be anything but in love with that boy. He just knew how to relax her and make her happy in ways that no one else could.
"Oh, my God, I can't see him," Allison whimpered. "Not now."
"Liv, go," Lydia urged, slapped the shoulder of Olivia's seat. "Go!"
"But it's a red light," Olivia winced, looking from Allison—who was still freaking out—to the red light, and then to Stiles, who was rolling down Scott's window. "All right."
She pressed on the gas pedal and drove through the intersection, grateful that the road wasn't busy and they were safe to cross. Allison sighed in relief when Stiles stayed back at the light and Olivia put some distance between them.
"Are you all right?" Lydia asked Allison while Olivia gave her a worried look.
"I'm okay," it looked more like Allison was assuring herself of that than Lydia and Olivia. "I'm fine."
Olivia and Lydia didn't argue or try to coax her to open up. They weren't the epitome of sharing feelings either, especially Olivia, so they didn't want to pry. If Allison didn't want to talk about Scott, they wouldn't.
It was only a minute or so after they left the stoplight that Allison spoke up again, her eyes in the rearview mirror. "Liv, stop. We should go back and talk to them."
Olivia switched her foot to the break pedal. "We're almost to Stiles' house..." when they came to a complete stop, she saw that Stiles had stopped too. "Why did they stop?"
Lydia shrugged. "It's Stiles and Scott. Do you really wanna try applying logic to those two?"
Allison said something in return but Olivia didn't hear; she was too busy focusing on the abrupt tingling traveling through her body. The whispering of her name, along with Allison and Lydia's, flittered through her head and then...
Turn around, Olivia
Olivia didn't waste time; she whipped around, facing the front of her car. Her eyes widened when she saw a huge deer heading straight toward them. "GET DOWN!"
She barely had time to grab Allison's shoulder, force her down, duck behind the steering wheel, and hope that Lydia was safe before the deer was crashing into the windshield. Lydia and Allison screamed as heavy glass flew around the enclosed space.
Olivia inhaled deeply as the deer's body settled on the dashboard in front of her, eyes glazed over with death. She shakily reached for her door handle with one hand and her seatbelt with the other before pushing herself out of the car. She fell on her ass but she hopped up, still staring at the deer with wide eyes.
"Oh, my God."
"Livvy," Stiles was there, gently taking her arm and leading her away from the car. "Are you okay? Babe?"
Olivia inhaled once again and turned her attention to Stiles, who was rubbing her arms soothingly. "I'm okay," she told him, allowing him to pull her into a warm hug. "I'm fine."
She wasn't lying. She was shocked, yeah, but she was okay. She was glad that her abilities were able to tell her that she, Allison, and Lydia were in danger and that she was able to stop any injuries that may have happened. Mostly, though, she was confused. Why would a deer charge right down the middle of the road and crash into them?
It was like it was committing suicide.
As Stiles kissed the top of Olivia's head, Lydia dragged her out of her thoughts when she shrieked, "Well, I am not okay! I am totally freaking out!" Olivia slipped out of Stiles' embrace to grab Lydia's hand. "How the fuck does that thing just run into us?"
"It was weird," Olivia agreed, her eyes following Scott as he moved away from Allison to the deer's body. "and it came down right in the middle of the road. It's like it was crazy."
"It was scared," Scott spoke up; he put his hand on the body and looked back at them, a solemn look on his face. "Actually, it was terrified."
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Olivia had woken up with Isaac on her mind. The dream she had of him and the unknown girl trying to outrace that huge alpha werewolf was permanently printed into her memory as she mechanically got ready for school, dressing in a summer dress and sandals.
While she curled her hair with one hand, she dialed Derek's number on her phone with the other. It was Isaac's turn to look for Erica and Boyd the night before and with how she was feeling, the warnings she was getting, and the dream she had, it was obvious that something went wrong.
"Morning," Derek greeted her groggily. "Ready for your first day?"
"I'm worried about Isaac," she told him.
"What? What do you mean?" his voice was alert and strict, the tone of a worried alpha.
"I mean that Isaac is who God knows where and he's in trouble," Olivia explained impatiently. Over the summer, she and Isaac's friendship grew stronger since they were the only ones left in the Hale pack, other than Derek. She considered him a brother and she knew he saw her as a sister. "Derek, we need to find him."
"I'll find him but you need to go to school," Derek told her; there was rustling over the phone and then a metallic clinking which she figured were his keys. "I'll check out the Iron Works. I'm pretty sure that's where he told me he was going last night."
"Okay," Olivia sighed. "be careful."
Who knew where the alpha pack was lurking?
"Have a good day at school."
Olivia ended the call. Since when did Derek get so paternal? She thought to herself. Right, ever since you were stuck with a psychotic dad and got yourself a boyfriend.
She slipped a headband into her hair and grabbed her purse, heading downstairs. When Sirius yipped in greeting at her as she made it to the kitchen, she crouched down in order to give him a hug and kiss.
"Hi, Siri," she cooed, snuggling her nose into the soft fur of his head. "Did you sleep well? Hmm?"
Sirius nudged her with his paw and when she went to pat him between his ears, he bit her on the wrist. "Ouch!" he struggled out of her grip and ran away. "What'd you do that for?"
Olivia rose to her full height and stared at her dog where he shuffled on his bed, digging into his blanket and stuffed toy. He had never bit her before, not like that. Yeah, he nipped while playing when he was a baby but this was a full-on bite that drew blood.
She heard Lydia's heels against their hardwood floors before she saw her. "What happened to you?"
Olivia frowned at her. "Siri bit me."
Lydia quirked an eyebrow. "Sirius bit you."
"Yes."
"He doesn't bite."
"Wow, I had no idea!" Olivia rolled her eyes and entered the kitchen, heading straight to the sink. "Can you get me a bandage?"
Lydia quickly went to their medicine cabinet and pulled out some disinfectant cream and a large bandage to cover up the bite. She helped Olivia with dressing the wound before looking over at Sirius in disbelief.
"Why would he bite you?"
Olivia sighed, watching as Sirius buried his head into his blanket. "I have no idea."
-
Sheriff Stilinski sighed in relief when he saw her on the other side of his front door. "Olivia, I'm glad you're here," he ushered her into the house. "How are you doing this morning?"
"I'm good, Sheriff, thank you," Olivia had expected Stiles to be downstairs eating breakfast but the lower level was empty of his presence.
"I thought I told you to call me Noah," she smiled sheepishly when he pointed at her. "Anyway, Stiles is...well, he's been up since four-thirty."
Olivia raised her eyebrows in shock. Stiles loved to sleep in and if he didn't get enough sleep, he was like a freaking toddler who skipped out on their nap. "Four-thirty?"
"Come on," he gestured for her to follow him up the stairs. "He was pretty upset about your accident. I think he's been researching nonstop."
Oh, God. Olivia loved Stiles to death but when he was obsessed with something, he was obsessed. She didn't know if it was his ADHD or his need to know anything and everything but if he needed to know something, he was going to look until he found it. There had been numerous times over the summer that she had found him in front of his MacBook, a couple of Adderall in his system as he searched through whatever database he had broken into.
Stiles didn't even look away from his laptop as she and Noah entered his bedroom. "You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer?" he asked, though he knew the answer. "247,000."
"Oh, God, please go to school," Noah groaned.
"But that's crossing the road," Stiles continued on like his father hadn't spoken. "This one last night came right down the middle."
Noah stepped over to Stiles' chair, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm not gonna beg you."
"Good, I'm impervious to your influence anyway," Stiles mumbled, switching to another tab of research.
Olivia rolled her eyes; who the hell used the word impervious?
"Would you consider a bribe?"
"You couldn't meet my price."
"Extortion?"
"You got nothing on me."
Olivia crossed her arms in amusement as Noah grabbed the back of Stiles' chair and started pulling him away from his desk.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Stiles reached for his laptop as he fought to stay in control of his chair. "Dad!"
Olivia walked over to the desk and shut the laptop, grinning when Stiles' eyes darted up to her. "Morning."
A happy glint appeared in his eyes as he hopped from his chair and then faltered. "Livvy, what—what are you doing here?" he scratched the back of his neck and then gestured around his semi-messy room. "Uh, yeah, so this is my room."
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek in amusement. Watching Stiles act like she hadn't been in his room before was so funny to her. Especially when Noah was behind him, rolling his eyes so forcefully it looked like they'd disappear into his skull.
"Don't be an idiot, Stiles," Noah sighed as he went to leave the room. "Get to school."
Olivia gave Stiles a pointed look. "You do know your dad has let me up here before, right?"
Stiles rolled his eyes and walked over to his door, shutting it firmly. "Well, that was before we did this," he quickly grabbed her, grinning at her excited squeal, and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet peck. "and this," he fell onto his bed with her underneath him, hitching one of her legs up over his hip before returning back to her mouth.
Butterflies attacked Olivia's stomach as she returned his kiss, savoring the soft feel of his lips, the firm lines of his stomach, and the ever-growing hardness between his legs that was pressing against her belly. Her fingers dug themselves into his newly grown hair, moaning softly when his lips drifted from her lips to her jaw.
Contrary to what Lydia believed, Olivia and Stiles hadn't had sex yet. They did almost everything else—there was that time at the drive-in when things got steamy and he ended up fingering her, the night when he slept over and it was the first time she ever gave a guy a hand job, oh, and the time they both went down on each other after their trip to their fourth date. But other than that? No penetration—from Stiles' dick, anyway.
Olivia was ready to take that step with Stiles and have sex. She knew that he was, too, because he was a goddamn horndog when they were by themselves and his awkwardness melted away like ice cream on a hot summer day. The spaz was more self-confident at sex than most of the things in his life, which baffled her—and turned her on at the same time—but he was the one pausing things. He insisted that their first time had to be special. That was nice and all but Olivia wasn't naïve; she knew that the first time was a disaster and what really made the whole thing special was who you did it with. To her, they could have hurried sex in his jeep and it would be special to her because it was Stiles.
But Stiles was serious about it so she would wait. It was sweet but oh-so frustrating—for the both of them.
Just as Stiles' finger started to slip their way past the hem of her dress, she pushed him away from her. "We have school," Stiles pouted and rolled off of her, his head bouncing on the mattress. "and I don't want to be late."
"We have an hour."
Olivia hopped off the bed and straightened her sundress, hiding a bemused smile as she turned back to him, hands on her hips. "I thought you said you wanted our first time to be special?"
"Hey?" Stiles sat up and grinned at her. "I didn't say anything about sex. That was all you, baby."
Baby, she scoffed mentally; she wasn't a big fan of sappy pet names. It was worse than Livvy. Only Stiles would be able to get away with calling her anything like that.
"Yeah, that was all me," she agreed sarcastically. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself."
"It's okay, I understand," Stiles chuckled, getting to his feet and grabbing his backpack from the floor. "Did you eat breakfast?"
"Didn't have the time," she plucked his keys from his desk and tossed them to him. "Allison picked Lydia up pretty early. She's nervous."
"Let's get Dunkin, then," they walked out of the bedroom, Stiles shutting the door behind them. "What's she nervous about?"
"Seeing Scott again, maybe?" Olivia shrugged as they descended the stairs; Noah was already gone for work. "It could be that it's just hard to go back to school without your mom. It was for me."
As they left the house and locked up, Stiles nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me too."
When they arrived at the brand-new school—it had been in progress for over two years and this was the first semester it was going to be used—they had already finished their breakfast and were ready for the day. First, before they could leave the jeep, they had to go over some rules.
"Rules?" Stiles groaned, leaning his head back against his seat. "Rules for what?"
"You know what," they'd gone over Olivia's rules for school before. "No kissing, no hugging, no touchy-feely of any kind."
Stiles rolled his eyes, equal parts exasperated and endeared with his girlfriend. "Can I at least hold your hand?"
Olivia pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "I guess that's fine."
"What about if I put my arm around you?"
"Let's not push it," Olivia smiled lightly when he made a loud but joking sigh. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Stiles leaned into her, lips pursed as he blinked rapidly at her. "Can I at least have a kiss?"
Olivia didn't hesitate to kiss him. It only lasted for a second and it wouldn't be enough to last the whole day but it was still special and it still made Stiles' lungs cease and his heart race.
The two of them separated to find their lockers and their friends. Stiles watched Olivia go with a smile on his face, unable to believe that he was starting his junior year of high school with her by his side. He loved her so damn much and she actually loved him back.
It turned out that his locker was only down the hallway from Scott's. It was very convenient. Scott had already arrived on his new bike when Stiles got to his locker, which made it easier for them to find each other before the bell rang and they had to get to class.
"You wanna ask Derek for help?" Stiles complained, looking over at Scott to see if he was serious; he was. "Why?"
Sure, Stiles was more comfortable with Derek now that he and Olivia were dating but it also made the alpha scarier. When Derek gave him the be-careful-with-my-cousin talk—the night that he and Olivia went on their second date—Stiles had almost passed out. Honestly, he was just glad that it was Derek and not Peter. In general, Olivia was really the only Hale family member that Stiles liked to spend time with.
"He's got the triskele tattooed on his back," Scott reminded him as they walked through the hallways, maps in hand to navigate the new school. "There has to be a way to do it without healing, right?"
Stiles wished that Scott would stop talking about his ugly tattoo. Personally, he thought it was a blessing that it healed.
"Okay, yeah," Stiles conceded but stopped walking as they came across a bulletin board with Boyd and Erica's faces stapled to it; he gestured to them as he continued, "still, doesn't he have his hands a little full?"
Boyd and Erica had been missing since the night that everything went down with Gerard and Jackson. Stiles was worried for them but it mostly stemmed from the fact that Olivia was really upset about their disappearance. She kept having nightmares about her pack members and always had the constant feeling that something was wrong with them.
Scott stared at the missing posters and sighed. He went to say something but both boys were distracted by the familiar British accent of their formal principal—the one that the Argents threatened to kill if he didn't give his job to Gerard.
"Look, these are the applications for the career advisor, I need them sorted," they walked toward the wiry-glass walls that held the main office where the principal was speaking to the secretary. "And what the hell is this?"
Stiles choked on his saliva as the principal held up one of Gerard's broad swords. He pushed Scott's shoulder, ready to get out of there. "Go, go, go!"
Two hallways over, Olivia and Lydia were leaning against the lockers next to Allison's, waiting as the taller brunette organized her newly bough school supplies. Olivia settled on people watching, eyeing the new students and the ones that she recognized from years before. Lydia, on the other hand, was scouting for new hook-ups.
"Freshmen," she sighed wistfully. "Tons and tons of fresh men."
Olivia grimaced while Allison gave her a look of disbelief. "You mean fresh boys, right?" she asked. "Lydia, they're fourteen."
"You might as well be dating a middle-schooler," Olivia tagged on, giving her cousin disapproving eyes.
Lydia shrugged. "Eh, some are more mature than others."
Olivia scoffed. "Gross."
"You know it's okay to be single," Allison pointed out to Lydia. "work on becoming a better person."
Olivia and Lydia exchanged a look; it was very obvious to them that Allison was talking about herself and not Lydia.
"Allison, we love you," Lydia took Allison's arms and turned her so that she was facing them; Olivia gave a supportive nod. "so, if you need to do that thing where we talk about one of us and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, that's fine."
"Totally fine," Olivia added.
Lydia pointed at her cousin before leaning back against the lockers, once again, checking out every guy that passed them. "but I don't want a boyfriend," she continued. "I want a distraction."
Olivia shook her head in amusement and turned away from Lydia, pausing when she saw two guys that she hadn't seen before. There was no way they weren't brothers because they looked nearly identical; they had to be twins. Either way, they were handsome and definitely Lydia's type; brooding bad boys.
"Oh, my God," Lydia had spotted the twins, causing Allison to look their way.
"Brothers?"
Olivia raised an eyebrow at Allison. "Are we seeing the same people, Al?" she scoffed. "They have to be twins."
Lydia hummed, green eyes studying the new kids. "Twins."
The new kids turned down the hallway that headed to the main office just as the first bell rang. Lydia watched them leave, a mischievous look on her face. Olivia rolled her eyes and nudged her to get her attention so they could get going to class.
Because the three of them all had the same English class, they walked through the hallways side-by-side to the section of the school that housed the English department. Stiles and Scott also had the same class as them, which Olivia considered pretty lucky. Out of the two hundred kids in their grade, the five of them all had the first class of the day together.
The classroom was pretty much full by the time that Olivia, Lydia, and Allison entered. Stiles got her attention right away, waving his hand in the air and then pointing to three empty seats next to him that he saved for them. Olivia cracked a smile at him and wandered over to the row of desks closest to the window, sitting in the seat next to him. Lydia scored the seat in front of Stiles but Allison was the unlucky one; the empty seat in front of Olivia had been filled by one of their other classmates.
Olivia grimaced at Allison, her eyes darting over to Scott, who was sitting on the other side of Stiles. "Sorry."
The last empty seat was in front of Scott, the one specific person she was trying to avoid.
"This ought to be good," Stiles muttered under his breath as he, Olivia, and Lydia watched as Allison approached Scott.
Allison smiled shyly—and awkwardly—at Scott, gesturing to the desk. "Is someone...?"
"No, no, no," Scott was quick to respond. "No, it's all you, all yours...Uh, it's totally vacant."
Olivia snickered as Scott looked at Stiles with a miserable face and her amusement definitely heightened when Stiles sent Scott a sarcastic thumbs-up in response.
As soon as Stiles put his hand down, every phone in the classroom started going off. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows as she quickly looked around the classroom and then focused on her purse, pulling out her phone; it was a text message from an unknown number.
Everyone in the class got a text message at the same time? How?
"The offing was barred by a black blank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth, flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness," a tall brunette who had to be their teacher, Ms. Blake, walked into the classroom, reading off her own cellphone. She leaned against her desk when she finished reading and looked out over her students to address them. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read...It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."
Olivia pressed her lips together, impressed by Ms. Blake's entrance. It wasn't bad for a new teacher. She put her phone on silent but she didn't turn it off; if she needed to reach Derek, just in case something happened, she'd have to keep it on.
"All right, everyone," Ms. Blake crossed to the back of her desk. "If you didn't already know from your schedule, I'm Ms. Blake. Right now, while I pass out your syllabi, I want you to get into your textbooks and start reading Heart of Darkness. Make sure you're annotating as you read; write down any thought that you have. I want to know them all."
Like the rest of her classmates, Olivia opened her textbook to start reading Heart of Darkness. Her brand-new notebook was opened to its first page, carefully labeled with the date and what they were doing. Now, Olivia had always received great grades in her English classes but that didn't mean she enjoyed them. English was actually her least favorite class and it bored her to death; there was nothing she hated more than reading old literature and taking notes about what she thought. She thought that it was boring and outdated and she didn't like it—somehow, she didn't think that Ms. Blake would appreciate those annotations.
She was only through half of the first chapter when the classroom door opened and their new principal—well, he was actually the one they had before Gerard Argent—walked into the room. All eyes were on him as he whispered into Ms. Blake's ear before leaving. Ms. Blake's gaze wandered the room before settling on Scott.
"Mr. McCall?" she gestured to the door.
Olivia took the opportunity of Ms. Blake talking to Scott in the hallway to message Derek about Isaac. She was still getting those warning signals in her head and if Scott was being pulled out of class—she wasn't stupid, she knew what was happening—then something worse was going on than they thought.
Ollie: Scott got pulled out of class, I'm guessing it's his mom
Ollie: I think it's because of Isaac
Derek: I'll check it out
Satisfied with her cousin's promise, Olivia slipped her phone back into her purse. She was back to writing notes when Ms. Blake walked into the classroom and continued to write their assignment on the board. They had to read four chapters by Friday—yay.
"Livvy."
Olivia heard the whisper that came from Stiles but ignored it; it was dead silent in the classroom and she was not about to get into trouble for talking when they weren't supposed to.
"Psst," she heard him hiss at her. "Livvy."
Olivia finally turned to him, an annoyed look on her face. "What?"
"What is that?" Stiles used his pencil to poke at her wrist where a flesh-colored bandage was covering Sirius' bite from that morning. "Is that from the accident?"
"No," Olivia pushed his pencil away from her. "Sirius bit me."
"Siri bit you," Stiles immediately furrowed his eyebrows. "No way."
"Well, I didn't bite myself, Stiles."
Stiles huffed and gave her an annoyed look. "Sirius hasn't bitten anyone before."
"Yeah, we had no idea," Lydia, having heard their conversation, bit in. "It isn't like he's our dog or anything."
Stiles' mind raced as he eyed the bandage on Olivia's arm. Sirius didn't bite people; he was one of the most playful and sweetest dogs in the world—and Stiles would die for him but that was beside the point—but he still bit Olivia. And the deer, there had never been any accidents reported where it came straight down the road like that. It's like the animals were going crazy or something.
"Hey," he whispered, hoping to get Olivia's and Lydia's attention again; it worked. "What if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?"
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully as Lydia quirked an eyebrow at him. "Meaning what?" she asked. "There's gonna be an earthquake?"
"Or something," Stiles insisted. "I just...maybe it means something's coming something bad."
While Stiles and Lydia conferred, Olivia was deep in her head, overwhelmed by her abilities. Her whole body was vibrating and she was rapidly hearing names—Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, Allison—from the classroom but it wasn't just that, either. There was something pulling her consciousness away from her, like she was needed elsewhere.
Scott. Isaac. Derek.
Olivia, they're coming, something whispered to her. They're coming. Olivia, look out the window. LOOK OUT THE WINDOW!
"Olivia!" she startled when someone grabbed her wrist, breathing in quickly. Her eyes locked with Lydia's, who was worried. "Your eyes are purple."
Olivia couldn't respond, she needed to look out the window. When she did, she inhaled deeply; a black bird was flying right toward her and then it was there, slamming into the glass and leaving a gross smudge of blood behind.
More birds were coming; maybe a hundred black birds were flying in the direction of the classroom and it didn't look like they were going to stop. They didn't; the first few birds hit the window as Ms. Blake walked over to see what was going on. And then the fourth bird hit the window, breaking through, and everything was chaos.
Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, Allison. Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, Allison. Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, Allison.
Over and over Olivia heard her and her friends' names, paralyzing her to her seat. She hardly noticed the numerous birds flying around the classroom, terrorizing her classmates. She didn't even notice when a bird started attacking her, too busy caught up in the fact that something was going on with Isaac, Scott, and Derek, too.
It was too much for her at once.
The birds were making Stiles nervous but the fact that Olivia was just sitting there was panic inducing. He cursed himself as he tore out from under his desk, wishing that he had seen her struggling before, and lunged toward her. He wasn't very careful as he pulled her from her seat and covered her with his own body, inching back toward to where Lydia and Allison were huddled together, but he could apologize later. Her eyes were wide and purple and he figured she wouldn't remember much of what was going on, anyway.
The attack of the birds only lasted around ten minutes but a lot of damage was done. Torn textbooks and notebook paper were all over the room, along with pieces of clothing and dead birds. There were a lot of injured people—there was nothing serious but it was birds that attacked them so antibiotics were probably needed—so paramedics and the police were called.
Olivia's eyes were still purple and that could have been the most worrying thing about it all if it wasn't for the fact that she was currently trying to get out of his grasp and head toward the classroom door like her life depended on it.
"Hey, Livvy, what are you doing?" Stiles grabbed her uninjured wrist to stop her from leaving. "You have to wait for the paramedics."
"Scott, Isaac, and Derek...they're in trouble," her voice was hers but it wasn't. It was dazed and almost robotic.
He furrowed his eyebrows worriedly but focused on Olivia; he could help her at the moment, not Scott or Derek. "I'm sure they have it handled. Are you okay," he cupped her face; her purple eyes were blank. "Olivia, come on. Come back to me."
"We're gonna have to get her out of here," Allison stated as she and Lydia walked over to them. Her eyes searched the room; their classmates were still pulling themselves together but soon it would be obvious that something was wrong with Olivia. "Someone's gonna notice."
"Scott."
Lydia bit her lip as her cousin whispered their friend's name. "I'll take her to the bathroom," she volunteered, eyeing Stiles before he could protest. "You need to tell your dad what happened."
"Fine," Stiles agreed with a mumble.
Allison helped Lydia sneak Olivia out of the classroom while Ms. Blake was occupied, trying to round up her injured students. By the time she got back, Noah and some of his deputies had rolled up, as well as a couple of paramedics. Even Mr. Argent had come to the school to see his daughter, worried about how her first day had completely flopped within the first class period.
Stiles quickly explained to his dad what had went on and then looked for his and Olivia's things. Once their school supplies and bags were gathered on his desk, he took his phone from his pants and messaged Derek.
Stilinski: Olivia's freaking out about you guys. What's going on?
Sourwolf: I have Isaac and Scott. We're fine.
If Scott, Isaac, and Derek were out of danger, that probably meant that Olivia was okay. Hopefully she and Lydia were being attended to for their injuries, which were just a few scratches.
Stiles' gaze found Ms. Blake; she was sitting on her desk with bird feathers in her hair, her eyes blank as he started ahead. He felt sorry for the woman. It was her first day of teaching at Beacon High and this was what she got. Why on earth did people even want to work in Beacon Hills? There were disasters all the fucking time.
"Ms. Blake, are you okay?" Stiles reached for one of the feathers in her hair, pulling it out as she flinched away. "Sorry, just...that," he showed her the feather and hastily dropped it to the floor.
He needed hand sanitizer.
"Mr. Argent," his dad's voice caught his attention; he looked to see that Noah was now talking to Mr. Argent, his arms crossed over his chest. "you wouldn't have any insight into this would you?"
Stiles sat on the desk next to his, watching the exchange curiously.
"Me?" Mr. Argent was taken aback.
"Yeah," Noah nodded. "all this bizarre animal behavior, it's...You must have seen something like this before, right?"
"I'm not sure why I would or why you would think I would," Mr. Argent was uncharacteristically flustered as he spoke to Noah.
Noah paused for a second. "I'm sorry, I could have sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter."
Shit, shit, shit. Stiles quickly ducked his head, burying his face into his phone so he looked busy.
"Ah, right," Mr. Argent replied. "Well, not anymore."
Stiles only looked away from his phone when Noah left the Argents, throwing his dad an accusing look. "You listen to my phone calls now?"
"No, you just happen to be loud," Noah retorted, passing his son to speak to the deputies he brought onto the scene.
Stiles was pretty sure he was dismissed, so he took his and Olivia's things and left the classroom. He and his classmates had been excused for the rest of the day, so he'd be able to find Olivia and Lydia without a problem before they left school.
As he walked through the hallway, making his way to the girl's bathroom, he called Scott. "We got a serious problem at school," he reported when Scott answered, not taking the time to greet his best friend. "Ms. Blake's class—"
"Hey, can you tell me about it later?" Scott interrupted him.
Stiles frowned. "Well, no, I'm pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion."
Scott sighed. "Okay, then meet me at Derek's."
"His loft?"
"No, his old house."
"What the fuck are you doing at his old house?" last Stiles knew, the old Hale house had been taken over by the county. Olivia had been really upset about it but relieved at the same time.
"Just meet us here, okay," Scott said hurriedly. "Bye."
Stiles groaned; he seriously hoped he wasn't going to that house for no reason. Derek had said that he, Scott, and Isaac were fine, so why did they need to wait around in the rundown mansion? What was so important that he had to meet them there?
He put his phone back in his pants just as Olivia and Lydia left the bathroom. He was very much relieved to see that Olivia looked like herself again, fully aware and in charge of her body. She was a little ruffled but so were he and Lydia and the rest of their classmates.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her, ignoring her PDA rules to pull her into a tight hug. He was relieved to feel her return his affection. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Olivia assured him as she pulled away. "Sorry about that. I don't know what happened."
"We need to figure out what it was," Lydia spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest. "If that happens again..."
"Someone might notice, yeah," Olivia nodded and then focused back on Stiles, reaching up to carefully prod at the scratch near his temple. "Did you get that cleaned?"
"Yes, ma'am," Stiles confirmed with a grin. "Oh, I talked to Derek and he, Scott, and Isaac are fine."
Olivia sighed in relief. "Good."
"And Scott wants us to meet them at the old Hale house."
Immediately, Olivia clammed up, giving him a tight smile. "You go ahead," she told him, not wanting to go back to the place where her mother had died. "I'll stay with Lydia and get a ride home from Allison."
Stiles frowned. "Are you sure?"
He knew that she hated to be around the old Hale house but he was worried about her being in a small space with Mr. Argent. They weren't the ones that fought and Argent had actually helped her get Stiles out of his house that spring but Stiles was still cautious. Despite her last name being something different, Olivia was still a Hale and Argent was still an Argent.
"Yeah," surprisingly, Olivia stood on her tiptoes to give Stiles a light peck on the lips. "Lyds and I have that party to go to anyway. It's gonna be fun."
Lydia rolled her eyes at her cousin's sarcasm. "Would you stop being a party pooper?"
"No," Olivia turned her gaze back to Stiles once again. "I love you."
Stiles beamed at her. "Love you, too. Be careful."
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After getting her things from Stiles, it was just Olivia who went with Lydia to her locker. Allison joined them as Lydia started touching up her lipstick but they stayed silent. All three of them were still bewildered with what had happened in their english class.
Finally, Lydia spoke up, "Is it me or is Beacon Hills turning into more like a beacon for the totally bizarre and supernatural?"
Allison laughed and Olivia rolled her eyes as Lydia shut her locker. They were just about to walk away to head to Allison's car when they came across an older woman. She couldn't have been more than five or six years older than them but she looked a little haggard.
"Where's Scott McCall?" the woman asked them.
Olivia, Lydia, and Allison exchanged looks but it was Olivia who spoke up. "How you do—"
"You're the Anchor," the woman breathed and grabbed Olivia's arm; Olivia's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Hey, how do you know..." Allison spoke up angrily, only for her arm to be grabbed by the woman, too.
Both Olivia and Allison winced in pain as the woman squeezed their arms carefully, her eyes looking at something past them.
"Easy on the physicality, sweetheart," Lydia sneered, forcefully pulling the woman's grip away from Olivia and Allison.
The woman let go and started to run away; Olivia looked back at where the woman had been staring at and saw that the twins that Lydia was lusting after were fleeing the hallway, too. "What the hell?" she muttered and looked down at her arm, which was still aching. "She bruised me."
Allison looked at her arm. "Huh, me too."
"What a psycho," Lydia glowered at the end of the hallway where the woman disappeared to.
"Come on," all three of them turned to Mr. Argent, who had walked up to them. "Let's get you girls out of here."
Olivia exchanged a nod with Lydia. After the strange day she had—which only lasted one class period, by the way—she was more than ready to get out of that school. She and Lydia ducked away from the Argents and walked down the hallway side-by-side.
(Gif is not mine)
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Fandom Meme Ask: E (or something you want to add), N, and R if you have the time!
E. Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what
I don’t think so, I find some of my ideas funny, some funny ocs, but I don’t think so.
N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)
More content regarding some of the less popular LI’s and NPC
More reblogging of stories and text posts and screenshots. I love the art and I love looking at them, but I’d also like to see stories and character ideas and screenshots and those gifs that people spend hours making get a little more attention.
More general respect for other fans and creators. Like my dash is good because I’ve made sure to keep it pretty clear of the drama and I have a great group of followers who are awesome. But like step outside that circle a little bit and there are some awful people and it just gets a bit crazy and some people will attack you for stupid reasons, like because you like a character and interpret them a different way then the common fanon, or because you prefer a light side consular rather then dark side warrior, or whatever stupid bs they decide to make drama about. Like just be nice to each other. Don’t make personal attacks towards other fans because they like a different thing, like going out of your way to message them is really rude. Just more respect for other people just in general.
R- A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships
umm I think it might be odd and would only work under certain circumstances and would absolutely require a slow burn type romance but Elara/Jaxo. I think Jaxo’s skills would impress elara and her carefree attitude would be a draw while her laidback field mannerisms would be a problem at first, I think eventually they’d help Elara loosen up and have some fun and feel more comfortable in her new home. I think Jaxo would be impressed by Elara’s muscles and rather seduced by that voice alone. I think Elara’s focus and intensity would help Jaxo be a bit more focused when she needs to be and her adherence to regulation helps Jaxo not only become a master of malicious compliance to Elara’s delight, but also helps her to hone her skills at noticing every detail and keeping herself safe and out of trouble. Overall I think they’d be good together and really cute.
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It annoys me to no end how plenty of great historical/reichblr blogs (like lidybarr) were deleted, while this site continues to host far right blogs advocating Holocaust denial and posting Miguel Serrano quotes.
Ugh, yes, lidybarr – where has she gone?!! :(
I agree, it’s incomprehensible why tumblr is so inconsistent in their policy. Not just in what they delete, but also in how. Sometimes they delete the content and leave the blogs up, sometimes they delete the blog and leave the content up.
Plus, idk, it seems a bit of a no-brainer to simply go after all blogs that reblogged “I hate kikes” or “I believe in the great replacement theory” or even “reblog if you’re a national socialist”, but they never do anything systematic like that. If a hundred blogs reblogged “the holocaust was invented by Jews to rule us all” you have to report all hundred blogs individually to get rid of them.
Seems like a case in which the flagging algorithm they used for nudity could be useful. No idea why they don’t apply it and go with a manual system instead. Especially since the content moderators who have to process the reports seem to be rather clueless about what constitutes hatespeech, so they’re probably not better suited to the task than a machine would be. They seem awfully focused on historical photos of verified Nazis when passing judgement. Which, again, is funny because there’s a limited number of those pictures, it would be comparatively easy to teach a computer to recognize and flag them (easier than recognizing nudity probably), but they still rely on user reports. So if no one reports the Nazi photos on your blog (or the racist posts) no one will ever come after you.
I guess that’s why non-political blogs are more at risk – because the bloggers are more likely to interact with other, ‘normal’ tumblr users who really don’t appreciate stumbling over a lot ofHitler/Goebbels/Himmler/Heydrich/Mengele etc. pictures by accident while Nazis and Nazi-sympathizers stay in their own little echo chamber and reblog dogwhistles, codified memes, quotes by more or less obscure fascist theorists and idk, blonde women in wheat fields. All more ambiguous than, well, Hitler et al. and less likely to attract attention.
Last but not least, but perhaps most importantly: even from within the community it’s sometimes nearly impossible to know *how* political someone is. I’ve seen a lot of surprise-sympathy-posts on blogs I had not suspected of apologist leanings when I first came across them. Sometimes the bloggers themselves seem genuinely oblivious to the implications of their content and/or opinions.That’s why I’m a bit reluctant to chime in when someone says theyonly ever delete the wrong blogs…
That aside, I’m obviously also annoyed to see my friends’ blogs getting terminated over and over again, among them such obviously harmless endeavours as art and fic blogs. And the alternatives to tumblr (posting on Dreamwidth, Deviantart, AO3, Discord etc.) aren’t really working that well, so… I’m also a bit at a loss about how to move on from here…
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This is where the ‘write’ part of your writeblr really happens. Personally, I find this stuff scary. I think I waited three months before letting anyone see my writing, but when I did it was met with love. Be scared, but don’t let it stop you. Writeblr is a really welcoming community for the most part. If you want heavy interaction on any of the things listed below, you have to use your writeblr tags, and ideally you’ll have already had people interacting with some of the stuff you posted as suggested in the list of easy & slightly harder things.
Post snippets of your canon writing
Maybe you’ve just written three lines of dialogue that you find hilarious, or you wrote a few paragraphs you’re proud of. You’ve been talking about your writing, people have been getting to know your characters and little blips of the plot and worldbuilding, but maybe they haven’t actually gotten to see your writing yet! Post some of it. [example of a canon excerpt by @elliewritesstories here]
Post any of your writing at all, really
Got a little drabble? Slap it on up there. It doesn’t have to be a scene in the story, it doesn’t even have to be canon-compliant (but please let people know it’s not canon-compliant when you post it), just POST! YOUR! WRITING! I’ve seen a lot of people write AUs and post those [ @lux-scriptum has many AUs if you wanna go check those out]. These tend to get attention because they can be posted in full, instead of teasing little excerpts and snippets that usually get posted from canon work since the writer understandably wants to keep spoilers and stuff secret. Same as canon-noncompliant drabbles, let people KNOW that your AUs are AUs or else they might mistake it for canon. Don’t force yourself to write an AU just for interaction, though.
Make a WIP powerpoint
This was apparently started as a meme but it quickly evolved into a way that I think people really like getting acquainted with a WIP. It’s a bit like your WIP intro post in that people can reblog & interact, but has more detail, as well as images & colours which are more likely to attract a wider audience. WIP powerpoints tend to include a title page, a page about the setting, about the plot, fun worldbuilding facts, and characters. Some of them will have little “random facts” thing at the end, for any of those little bits that the author wants you to know but they couldn’t find space for in the other categories. Keep in mind when making your WIP powerpoint, the tumblr photo limit for photosets is ten, so fit it all into ten pages. You can really have fun and be silly with this, people don’t take it too seriously. Also, most people just use MS paint, I don’t know of many people out there really making their slides on powerpoint. [example of a WIP powerpoint by @raiswanson here, and another example of my own here, the title of the wip and several character names are different now but I still had a lot of fun making it]
Talk to writers
Hit up their inbox, send them a message about how you really liked that excerpt they posted, ask a question about their characters or how they came up with the idea for their story or whatever it is that you’re interested in knowing. I know it’s scary, we’re basically all socially anxious introverts here, but you have the potential to make really good friends this way. Not everyone will be down to talk, not every conversation will be big and exciting, not every big conversation will be followed up another, but there’s a chance some of your best writeblr buddies will be met this way. (Though, I’ll happily confess to always interacting publicly in ask games and responses to posts first, so I’m not a totally strange face appearing in their inbox)
Make advice posts about things you genuinely know about
Whatever it is you know well, post about it. Do you work with wolves? Do you study poisonous plants? Do you know a lot about the medical field and see a lot of writers making mistakes? Post about it. These make the rounds. I made a post about writing characters with disabilities in a moment of spite & anger expecting nothing but a couple likes, and it ended up being one of my biggest posts. I still see spikes in my follower count every time it gets a new burst of reblogs, and it’s been a while since I posted it.
Build a tag list
A tag list is a list that a writeblr compiles of URLs that have asked to be tagged in posts about the writeblr’s WIP(s). These posts include things like excerpts, aesthetic boards & art, writing updates (ex. If you rename your story or are ready for beta readers), and whatever the writer feels those on the list would appreciate. Sometimes when you start putting your writing up, people will ask to be added to your tag list without prompting. Of course, this won’t always be the case. There’s no shame in asking if people want alerts. It can be simple as:
I want to compile a proper tag list for (WIP NAME, ideally with a link to your wip page) so if you want to be tagged please interact with this post and I’ll tag you in future updates! Likes, reblogs, and comments will be counted as interaction and you’ll be added to the list.
Don’t get discouraged if nobody responds. This could be nothing more than a day that a lot of people are off tumblr and don’t see it. Try again another day (maybe at a different time of day).
Accept that it takes time
Oh yes, this is one of the hardest things to do. Building a solid following and getting a lot of interaction takes time. It takes time and effort and good connections and all this random stuff that’s basically out of your control, and I do believe a lot of it comes down to luck. It’s all luck that someone stumbles upon your blog, luck that someone notices you’re a regular in their notes, luck that a big writeblr reblogs your moodboard. Of course you can sort of nudge this luck with good post timing (queued and scheduled posts are your friend), with using your proper tags, and by being consistent in your interactions with other writeblrs, but ultimately it comes down to luck and timing and probably magic or something. I know it sucks, but you have to accept it or you’re going to take every single instance of low interaction as a personal failure instead of what it really was - luck simply not being on your side that time.
Just keep trying. You’ll get there, friend.
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Part one: The Launching point
Part two: The Easy Things
Part three: The Slightly Harder Stuff
obligatory disclaimer: These are only suggestions for boosting writeblr interaction. Never post anything you’re uncomfortable posting. The levels of difficulty are subjective, based on what I found emotionally challenging.
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Me Meme (Meep-Meep ^w^)
Rules: Answer 20 questions and then tag 20 blogs you want to know better.
(I’ll let anybody do this. I’m too lazy and indecisive to tag anyone. I feel like I did this one already but it wouldn’t hurt to do this again. I wasn’t tagged but I saw @but-two-days-old do this, so I thought I’d do this as well).
Name: Adelle Marie Rulli
Nickname: I have a few. There’s Sweet/Shween, Dellweed, Dante, Del, MoonBeast, and A.R (My initials).
Zodiac sign: Pisces ♓️ (I could share all the other ones I have that I know, but there are quite a lot and I would want to give a lot of explanations about them 😆).
Height: 164cm (5′4″)
Languages: English (Wish I could also speak Japanese, Latin, and whatever languages relate to my family blood ties).
Nationality: Caucasian. I’m from Canada but I have European blood ties (Italian, Irish, German, Scottish, and English as far as I was informed).
Favorite Season: Autumn/Fall. Love the colours, it’s not too hot and not too cold (Even though my allergies can act up), the fashion, the seasonal food & drinks, the smell in the air, and spooky-scary-season 💀
I would include Thanksgiving since it’s a nice holiday (Always love seeing family and having awesome food), but I find it similar to Christmas and Easter. The only difference is history related, and our biggest gift is a speech about being thankful of one another (Positive words can be great gifts, too).
Favorite Flower: Too many to choose from. But to summarize, they’re either Goth-like, or come from the orchid family.
Favorite Scent: Can’t decide but my most favourites are dessert and floral smells.
Favorite Color: Red ❤️
Favorite Animal: Wolf (Even though I have cats and tend to reblog a lot of cat stuff on here, lol. Fun fact, the wolf is my Native zodiac 🐺).
Favorite Fictional Character(s): ....It’s pretty obvious due to my profile pic, most of my content, and this post I made 😏 I also like Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy), Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil/Biohazard), Raiden/Jack (Metal Gear), Sebastian (Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji)), Shizuo & Izaya (Durarara), Axel/Lea (Kingdom Hearts), and Alucard (Both Castlevania and Hellsing).
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee~ ☕️
Average Sleep Hours: Between 4 and 10 hours depending on how distracted I get on the internet, or if my anxiety or insomnia act up, or if I’m tired/exhausted.
Dog or Cat Person: I love both and can’t decide. However, I’ve always grown up with cats and they seem to be much easier to take care of than dogs (As much as I really want one).
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: One in the summer, two or three in the fall and spring, and five in the winter.
Dream Trip: Japan. But I’d also love to go to Italy, Ireland, England, Scotland, Germany/Deutschland, New York City, California, and Universal Studios Orlando.
Blog Established: August 2012. However, I became more active in April 2013.
Number of Followers: 612 (Wow, didn’t think it was that much. Not sure how many are bots, though).
Random Fact: For my career path, I never wanted to be an aesthetician to begin with. I wanted to get into concept work, illustrating, video gaming, and/or animating. But from what I’ve seen and heard, you don’t get a lot of creative freedom in those fields, unless you’re indie which can be a much more difficult path to make a living off of. And I’ve heard horror stories of how artists don’t get as much credit for all the hard work they do. So I use my art as a hobby. Reason I chose aesthetics was to try to find myself (I was lost in limbo for awhile), and it was a suggestion my mother made.
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FAMOUS LINES OF POETRY.
BOLD the ones that apply! Repost, don’t reblog!
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary // i taught myself to live simply and wisely //
it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away //
i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, //
in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love // had we but world enough and time // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways // heaven is what i cannot reach! //
my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
tagged by: the meme ghost.
tagging: do with it as you desire...
#// memes.#// headcanons.#i don't know a lot of these poems so i have no idea if the lines in their proper context take on a different meaning#but heyo this was pretty neat!
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