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meetmeatthecoda · 3 years

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I just saw your Pride & Prejudice reblog and oh my goodness, did you read my mind??? I have literally been mulling over this random Lizzington AU that popped into my head a couple of days ago and… Yes, it’s a P&P one. 😂😂

No but consider: our Lizzy as Austen’s Lizzy (the names literally line up okay can you blame me for thinking of this AU 😭), and Ray Reddington as…well, an extraverted Fitzwilliam Darcy, if one can picture it. Lizzy being her outspoken, sometimes judgemental, and frequently rash self, and Red being sidelines-ly but steadfastly devoted to his girl and sparing no expense (monetary or emotional 👀) to give her happiness. IDRK who everyone else would be in this AU, although I can vaguely see the FBI being all them Darcy haters from Hertfordshire.

(Wait, random thought as I write this: Tom as Mr. Collins????????? Or even Wickham, although Collins was the one Lizzy B. mighta-coulda-shoulda [according to her mom] married. I feel like Wickham’s the bigger creep though so. Pick ya’ poison. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

(ANOTHER RANDOM THOUGHT, although slightly crackier than the last: Dembe as Georgiana Darcy??????????????)

I really love this AU idea because the Lizzy/Darcy dynamic is a perfect mixture of The Blacklist!Lizzington dynamic and My Canon!Lizzington dynamic. You can still get the essences of their characters from P&P, but none of the icky stuff TPTB started mixing in. For instance: Lizzy not being wrong that Darcy treated her in a way that didn’t make her feel the most comfortable/respected, as well intentioned or badly misunderstood as he might have been, but still feeling ashamed for not appreciating the good parts, apologising for hurting him (even if her reproofs were valid and their relationship became evener/healthier once he took them under advisement, they still hurt!), and communicating with him! On a fluffier note, also: that part at the end where Lizzy is like “when did you first love me?” and Darcy is like “uhhhhhhhhhhhh good question” and Lizzy goes and HDKSHDKSHD psychoanalyses him?? Please. Give Lizzington that. Please. (Although who am I even imploring here since the freahdjcjsjhfsj TBL WRITERS KILLED THE SHIP AAAAA—)

Anyway, I’ve been keeping this AU in mind just as a fun little comfort to keep around for myself, but since I saw you reblog that post about Lady Cath I figured why not share. 😆

(Please note that if somebody already has written this, I am so sorry hdjenckehdjs.) (And also drop the link SVP.)

Omg, anon!! 😂 A Pride & Prejudice Lizzington AU is certainly not what I expected when I logged onto tumblr dot com today... but I love it!! 🤩 Omggg, you're so right, okay, let's ponder: Liz = Lizzie Bennet ✅ Red = Darcy ✅ TOM = WICKHAM! YES! I LOVE IT! ✅✅✅ Ooooh, Dembe = Georgiana!! We love a genderswap!! ✅ Orrr... maybe Dembe = Bingley?? Hmmm 🤔 OH OR Darcy's military friend that Liz meets at Lady Cath's place, wtf is his name, isn't it Fitzwilliam too for some reason?!?! lmfao 🤣 OH ANDDD... Ressler = Mr. Collins?? teehee 🤭 And Charlotte = Audrey!! OMG ALSO (oh, dear god, anon, what have you done 😂❤️) Aram = Bingley & Samar = Jane!! AND COOPER = MR. BENNET!! Ohhhhh, I need to stop 😅 Aside from casting this masterpiece of a crossover, moving to the plot you so beautifully describe, anon: YES. P&P would give Lizzington that trademark initial dislike, moral differences, & sexual-tension-filled butting of heads that we see in canon so beautifully BUT without all the stupid drama & utter horse manure!! 🥳 Omg, thank you so much for sharing this with me, anon, I'm so glad I reblogged that Lady Cath post now, otherwise I wouldn't have received this gem!! (And, no worries, I don't think we have a P&P AU in the fandom anywhere... I know there's a Jane Eyre AU over on AO3, but I think that's all for the period piece AUs!! 😊) Thank you again for this fabulous ask, anon, it is much appreciated, & much love to you, my friend!! 🥰❤️

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t4t-lumpygrab · 3 years

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Summary: “See-” LSP said triumphantly, “This proves my point!”

“There’s a point?” Lemongrab asked.

“Yeah! That you don’t know if you’ll get hurt.”

What happened after the camera cut away from their date in Normal Man.

ao3 / ff.net / DA

LSP had thought getting back into the dating game with someone new would be a nice change of pace - fun, exciting, and maybe it would even be the meet-cute rom com love she’d always read about and dreamed of! But staring down at her Date’s almost unconscious self having watched him be knocked flat by a… what the hell was that anyway?

LSP squinted at the disappearing dot on the horizon. Looked like… a tiny manticore carrying a green man and a red box. Weird. Well, anyway. She glanced back at her Date, who was now trying to shakily get to his feet.

But LSP wasn’t one to be dissuaded by minor setbacks. Or even by major setbacks. “Sooo…” she said flirtatiously, “I guess you could say you literally fell for mee~”

“I think Iiii may have aaa concussion.” Lemongrab muttered while clutching his head in pain. “I have to go. For what iiiit is worth I am… sorry to waste yoouur time.”

“Hey hey who says I’ve been wasting my time?” She floated after him. She wasn’t going to stop him leaving if that was what he wanted, but she didn’t want him leaving like this, when they’d gotten off the wrong foot. And as Lemongrab staggered around it became increasingly clear that he probably couldn’t leave.

After walking around in lopsided circles Lemongrab tripped over his own feet. He closed his eyes and winced in anticipation of more burning pain setting his already throbbing head on fire, but something caught him before he hit the ground. LSP slowly pulled him upright and let go of him.

“Sorry to um, grab you like that.” LSP said quickly. “I’m gonna guess you have like, boundaries and stuff with that, but I didn’t want you breaking your cute nose on the dirt.”

No one had ever called his nose cute before and Lemongrab was so shocked he temporarily forgot his pain. He reached up to touch his nose to see if it had magically turned into something cute and small and acceptable but he just felt along the same ugly long snout he’d always had. He was confused as to what was meant to be cute about this and his head throbbed again.

He groaned and touched the back of his head, where something had smacked right into him. The ground was still spinning and if at first he’d felt like he was going to throw up from nerves, now he felt like he was genuinely gonna throw up. “I maaay be in need of some… assistance...” he admitted eventually.

“I can like, totally assist you or whatever.” LSP said. “Can I like… see the bump?”

Lemongrab removed his hand and LSP examined his head. “Yeeeeaaah…” she said. “It don’t look good. You need some like, ice for your bump. It’ll probably help with the pain too.”

“Mmmm okaaayy…” Lemongrab said through gritted teeth, “which way is theee Ice Kingdom?”

“Dude no way am I letting you walk to the lumping dummy kingdom with a concussion! My place is way closer and I like, ripped a refrigerator and freezer out of some loser’s house to put in my awesome camp. So I have ice and stuff.”

“Veryyy well…” Lemongrab couldn’t see another way out of this situation. “Take me too your place. Please.”

“You want like… some help or?”

“Oh. I.. well… I-I suppose.” LSP offered him her arm and he clung onto her as she sheparded him into the nearby wood. Lemongrab was confused about why she was leading him into the forest and not to, say, a castle or something when her profile had said she was a princess but his head hurt too much for him to say anything.

Eventually he stepped over a glistening wet line in the grass and into a clearing. “Bear sweat,” LSP explained, pointing at the water he’d just stepped over. “It keeps the bugs away. But let me tell you… those bears did not want to give up that sweat.”

Lemongrab could only nod as she led him to a log and led him shakily sit down.

“How’re ya feeling?” She asked, noticing with glee that he hadn’t yet let go of her arm.

“Awful.” Lemongrab replied.

“Do you wanna like… lie down on my sleeping bag?” she offered, “wait are you gonna throw up? Do concussions even make you throw up? Do you even have a concussion like we don’t actually kn-”

This was too many questions for Lemongrab in his current state. He shut his eyes and put his hands over his ears until she went quiet. “I feel like… I maaay beee sick.”

“Ew.” said LSP, “Okay I guess you can lie down on some leaves then.”

LSP led him over to some leaves and he was finally lying down. He heard LSP open what he assumed was the stolen freezer and retrieve something. Seconds later something wonderfully cold and soothing was touched to his aching head and some of his pain melted away.

“Is that better?” LSP asked.

“Glob yes.” he muttered.

“And it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore?”

“Mmmm no.”

“See-” LSP said triumphantly, “This totally proves my point!”

“There’s a point?” Lemongrab asked.

“Yeah! You don’t know if you’ll get hurt by like, being with other people and stuff.”

“If anything this proves the opposite - that connection inevitably ends in suffering.” Lemongrab muttered darkly, “This is not theee first time trying to be close to someone has gotten me aaaa... head injury.”

LSP didn’t understand that part about head injuries but it was true that making friends and dating could be scary. Especially if you’d been hurt in the past. And Lemongrab had clearly been hurt- no wonder he’d tried to run away if he kept getting injuries from this kinda stuff. And even if LSP couldn't understand freaking out over food on a blanket she could understand that. “Okay so it’s true that being with other people can hurt you but like… I’m not hurting you now am I?”

LSP wasn’t hurting him. In fact the ice she was pressing to his head felt really nice and his head was starting to clear up. “Mmm nooo…”

“See! Being with people can make you feel better too.” LSP pointed out.

“I-I suppose.”

“And I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“But you can still hurt people even if you don’t want to.” Lemongrab replied. Besides, even if LSP didn’t want to hurt him she was still going to. He wished he’d known she was so nice before he freaked out and tried to leave and then got hit in the head by some weird flying thing. After he’d insulted her and humiliated himself like that there was no way she’d ever want to see him again. And he realised that wasn’t what he wanted. It would hurt to never see her again. “And how can we not hurt each other when we’re so different? You like food on a blanket and I don’t.” he said, trying to reassure himself that maybe it would be for the best if she broke up with him. She probably wouldn’t be able to understand his lemon styles anyway.

“Yeah but maybe you shouldn’t focus so much on the differences. We might be similar too.” LSP tried to reassure him, “I mean, your profile said you were into music and I like music!”

“Iiii suppoooose…” Lemongrab said slowly. That was true. Maybe him and LSP were similar in some ways. He liked her so far and despite everything maybe she liked him. “Does that mean that even after all these… disastrous and embarrassing unacceptable occurrences, you would still like to see me?”

“Sure!” Lemongrab smiled. Lying on some damp leaves with an ice pack pressed to his head wasn’t how he envisioned his first date to go but in a weird sort of way it was nice. And he could always try and do better next time. Or the time after that. And as LSP had said, “You don’t know you’d get hurt” and that meant there was a chance he wouldn’t.

#adventure time #lemongrab #lumpygrab #adventure time fanfiction #fanfiction #lemongrab 3 #lumpy space princess #lsp #atime #atimers #at #my writing

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josiebelladonna · 4 years

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okay. i didn’t want to go public with this, but since i’m a sincere person, and i’ve always been sincere, all of this needs to be said. if you don’t like it, oh well. but you all deserve the truth.

daveighmustaine is not what she seems.

i made this post the other night. i wish i took more screenshots but understand, i’m kind of working by my primal instincts here. i don’t know what’s going to happen but since i’ve always been sincere and honest with you guys, you deserve to know the truth, especially when she’s lying to you.

that one-shot that i mentioned, the shout-out, went missing after the live-stream, when all of this happened. it was an ao3 gift written after the jasta podcast. if you don’t believe me, here’s a screenshot.

i took this right after i updated the artist over on ao3. i thought she deleted her account, but... no. all her fics and her account were all still up.

and then i took this right after i updated amped and wired yesterday afternoon.

(also, thank you everyone, for loading up my inbox over there - situations like this need to be seen).

in fact, on my anthrax master post, i made a note that it’s offline. and no, i’m not changing it.

on wattpad, before this happened, i had 76 followers. now i have 75, and it’s one of those things i wish i could’ve screenshot it retroactively, but you have to take my word for it. same goes for instagram. when i pull up her profile again, the follow button is blue.

and on facebook, in the anthrax group, she said she took a tiny little break from social media, which seems like a strange decision to carry out, supposedly disabling your instagram for two days when... you know. you very easily could’ve just logged out for a couple of days and we wouldn’t have to go through with any of this. so you don’t buy it at all. well, i don’t anyways (i’d screenshot it, but it’s better if i didn’t just to protect her true identity - you know her when you see her).

i don’t know what her logic is, like maybe when i made a stink about this the other night, she probably saw it and reuploaded that one shot to cover her ass or something, and albeit when i wasn’t looking because i had kind of a rough day yesterday. i don’t really know, but that’s not a bad guess, though. it would make sense to do that, to be the better person and paint me as the villain.

bu... no. all this just ended up helping me because i know for a fact it was done out of spite.

they also have a word for this, too, it’s called gaslighting and it’s a legitimate form of psychological abuse (people on powertrips do it all the time; the most notable example is 45 - i’m not saying his name ever again). i made note of this yesterday on instagram stories and i’m going to keep making note of this because i’ve been nothing but sincere with you guys. even when i’m just foolin’ around and telling jokes, i’m still being sincere. i’m being true to mysef. i’m a lot of things, but i’m not a phony.

do you know why i say this?

she dug up this post on wednesday, after the live-stream (some of you reblogged it, too, so i was able to capture it because she blocked me).

she and i watched that and were live-commenting together, and she was acting kind of funny towards me. it was like she didn’t want me to be there. and just fyi, this is not at all about anthrax. this is a personal beef with me because i might’ve told a joke that may have been in poor taste, but it was a joke nonetheless and i will fess up to that. i fessed up to it on my wattpad (and if you don’t believe me, go to the conversation section, it’s right up top - wattpad(dot)com/user/josiebelladonna/conversations). i’m human, i was made to be fallible.

i don’t even remember what it was now, but i know it was all just in good fun because i’m here for a good time. to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and all i’m out of bubblegum.

i also want to point out here while the username incident from around the fourth is fresh in mind: do me a favor, please stop reblogging shit from nirvhannahcornell. because they stole my name, i get notifications from that blog even though i’ve blocked it, because the names are crossed; i.e., they make a bullshit post and there’s really nothing i can do about it except shake my head. tumblr made a stupid move by instilling this 24-hour grace period nonsense instead of owning up to the fact that people change and like to go back to their old usernames. i’m not saying i want to (i love being josie), but i know i can’t be the only one where something like this happened. someone changed their username and some creep took the old one once the 24 hours was up.

anyways, returning my original point, as i said the other night, if you can’t take a joke, or even the fact someone won’t like you, you shouldn’t be doing this. i learned this when i became an artist: there are people who will not like you and they will trash you, and even if you tell them to get out, you’re gonna get this like echo chamber thing. the internet is a fucked up place, but you also have to feel that kind of thing because it toughens you up and i speak from experience with that. so i mean it when i say you shouldn’t be making the things that you make because you’re not only gonna come across people like that, but you’re also gonna come across people like me. i’m the kind of person who, when i like somebody, i make jokes. i’m a comedian. i’m a dark comedian, black comedy is my forte as demonstrated by amped and wired, but i’m a comedian nonetheless. and i have lots of stories and lots of memories, so when i read something like state of euphoria - which, by the way, i’ve read twice and...

*sigh*

...i remember nothing about it, except for the part when joey gives her a dream catcher, but that’s about it. but anyways, i read something like that, and i come to a certain scene or a line of dialogue, i’m gonna recall something or make a joke, be miss sassy. to me, an artist, that’s a good sign. that tells me you made me recall something from my past or something near and dear to me.

and sure, i might’ve harped on other writers, but i’m always gentle. i would never trash somebody because i’m not that kind of person; like this is an example of that. i understand that technically this is a trashing of sorts, but it’s in the wake of being betrayed by someone i actually saw as a friend and now she’s just digging her own grave all because i may have said something that hit below the belt when i never mean to hurt anybody. never.

heck, i even said to her face that i learned to like state of euphoria after a bit. and i also said to her that she pretty much set the stage for me (technically, it was MioOkumura on ao3 who set the stage because her fic darkness taking dawn was the first entry into the anthrax tag). so when i see a post like the one above, it kills me a bit, because she’s all about being up front with people and she pulled this two-faced shit on me. like, why get rid of that one-shot and block me on instagram when you’re supposedly taking a break? why is that when i go to your blog it gives me a “this blog is empty” notice? it just doesn’t make any sense.

so, you all can continue to follow her and read her fics. it doesn’t matter to me, it’s your life, but understand where all of this is coming from, though. understand that - and i’m quoting joey here - i’m not the phony.

#personal #fanfic #calm down it's just a joke #text #rant #the truth

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sylphidine · 6 years

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Selfish thoughts on the end of Net Neutrality

A word in your ear from your AuntUncle Macabre.

Interrupting my fandom shenanigans to say this.

On a purely selfish basis, the loss of Net Neutrality will almost certainly kill me and my partner.

I’m not being melodramatic here. It seriously will kill us both, literally.

Not immediately, but not a terribly lengthy process thereafter.

My partner and I are each small business owners with separate Web presences. His business is entirely online; mine is both brick-and-mortar and online. I have a dedicated website, an Indiebound portal, and an eBay portal. Take away Net Neutrality, and our income gets impacted either badly or totally.

My partner’s online business is actually secondary to his career. He has been unemployed in his highly specialized field for years, and jobs there are only just starting to be created again. Take away Net Neutrality, and job websites become inaccessible.

I’m legally blind and physically disabled and running a bookshop, currently open 82 hours a week, which means I’m working 89 hours a week, minimum. I have interns to handle shelving [our daily intake of books is between 200 and 500 daily] and making displays, and I have two part-time employees who handle the marketing, events planning, and community outreach. I’m not drawing a salary. At all. I am seven years in to my ten-year business plan, and I am only now for the last three years showing a profit because the mail order arm is supporting it. Take away Net Neutrality and I lose that revenue stream.

I’ve been diagnosed with anxiety and depression due to what I call My Complicated Life. I’m on meds, and I am not joking when I say that finding the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS / GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD / NIGHTMARE DORK UNIVERSITY fandoms back in 2015 literally stopped me from committing suicide, and those fandoms and the people in them continue to keep me relatively sane. Take away Net Neutrality and I lose my Tumblr, AO3, and other fandom support systems.

My partner’s medications for his physical conditions would cost us more than $90,000.00 a month without insurance, and our state-legislated healthcare system likes to play games every few months by telling us we’re uninsured because we didn’t log on to a certain website by a certain date, and then goes “ooops sorry” when we prove that we did. Take away Net Neutrality, and we might not be able to reach that state website, and my partner will lose the medication keeping his skin from poisoning itself and literally eating him alive by destroying his bones.

Those are just a few things I can think of off the top of my head. That’s not counting all the things that would befall our housemate @darkangelofshadows.

My story, my partner’s story, my housemate’s story, none of our stories are unique. Our stories could be your stories. WE NEED NET NEUTRALITY AS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH.

So take the time to call your state reps, send physical letters, e-mail, do what you can to resist, to protest, to make yourselves heard by the FCC.

edited to add... gofccyourself(dot)com that will take you past the search engine. All you have to do is click the button that says “+ express” and you’re there.

#giving you a peek at the man behind the curtain sssshhhhhh #just bleeding personal stuph ALL OVER today #i love every single one of you

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