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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 months

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salt-and-vinegar dreams

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Pairing: Percy/Annabeth Rating: T Word Count: 1256

Summary: Percy might have an evil, prophesizing grandpa hijacking his dreams, but he also has Annabeth, and she's welcome any time.

Based on Percy’s extensive and up-close experience of bullying and recess dynamics, Camp Half-Blood makes no sense. Sure, if he compares pretty much any aspect of his life among mostly humans to his life here, there are some fairly glaring differences, but this is what stands out:

Out there, a kid who wins a fight becomes the Toughest Kid, and nobody wants to mess with that kid. In here, a kid who wins a fight also becomes the Toughest Kid, but everybody wants to fight them to see how they measure up—even if, instead of pushing another kid down on the playground and kicking sand in their lunch, they clobbered the god of war with a humongous wave. Percy kinda gets it, in a weird way, like he’s kinda getting everything about this, being here, being who he is. But he’s also tired.

He’s tired of dodging Clarisse’s attempts to take her turn at him. He’s tired of turning his last conversation with Luke around and around in his mind until it becomes a whirlpool it’s hard to pull back from. He’s tired of the dreams. Sinister, persistent. Always at the cottage in Montauk, which really pisses Percy off because that’s their place, his and his mom’s, but as soon as things go all dark and foggy, he can’t keep Kronos out. Just once, he’d like to tell that trespassing asshole there’s no welcome mat for a reason, maybe slam the door in the face he keeps hidden under a hood like preserving maximum spookiness when Percy already knows who he is isn’t the lamest thing in either this world or the subbasement the Titans call home. Instead of being stuck in the front room, Percy would like to run deeper into the cottage to grab the baseball bat he knows is somewhere in his room (back of the closet? Under the bed?) and use it to crack that dumb lantern he carries. He’d like to rush Kronos before he reaches the door, keep him outside and chase him around, spraying him with the garden hose.

Yeah, there’s a lot Percy’d like to try. At the top of that list is a good night’s sleep. These new Kronos-flavoured dreams suck; like a watered-down salt and vinegar from the heavy fog. And when he wakes up? Clammy skin from that fog, and the general bitter aftertaste anyone might associate with interacting with their creepy pit-grandpa. Zero out of ten.

So he’s a little worn out.

While everyone else is cramming their final days at camp with hand-to-hand combat—plus other normal stuff kids do for fun—Percy’s getting really into afternoon naps. Oh, that’s supposed to be an old-person thing? Uno reverse, Gramps. He already has the Poseidon cabin to himself, so it’s not hard to find a quiet spot. Even with his shiny-new status as the Ass-Kicker of Ares, the Mount Olympus Backtalker, the Lotus Casino Strip Poker Champ (ok, maybe the rumours are getting out of hand), the other campers don’t usually seek him out here. His guess is that the cabin stood empty so long that it became sorta mythically untouchable. Maybe that makes him the murky algae growing on the glass of the haunted aquarium, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to sleep.

Except one person never hesitates at the threshold. She doesn’t seem to mind the fishermen’s cathedral aesthetic or the unusual light; it spills down through tall, diamond-paned windows and reflects off the lap pool to cast a wavy aurora maris on the ceiling. Annabeth’s not daunted by the creak of suspended skeletons or the lobster traps piled by the door (why?).

She gives him the face that says he’s making a stupid choice which may or may not actually be wrong (she’s still deciding) and asks, “Why aren’t you outside?”

“I’m the demigod version of Superman: I prefer my solitude,” he says, then pauses. “Or, I guess Clark Kent, ’cause I’m not on duty.”

Annabeth frowns.

“Who?”

“Just… this journalist. Doesn’t matter.”

“You felt like being alone?” she somehow translates, sifting through the broken oysters of his words for the pearls.

He looks at her, her head tilt that could be cautious except he knows it’s thoughtful, her steps that miss all the squeaky boards his personal water feature has swollen with damp, the way her straightforward question spreads like a ripple—you felt like being alone alone alone alone?—because her eyes keep asking it after her lips close. Her feet keep walking into his abandoned marine museum, his one-storey lighthouse, his rejected Little Mermaid film set. He looks at her.

“Not… exactly,” he says, liking her here. “I was just gonna try to get some sleep.”

“Would it be alright if I stayed?”

There’s this feeling in Percy’s chest—sore and warped, but warm and still. He’s glad she asked; it means he doesn’t have to. It would’ve come out of his mouth wrong, fumbled and awkward, even though they’ve slept near each other before, basically the whole quest. He nods; it’s alright if she wants to stay. He can’t say he’ll probably be able to sleep better with her watching over him, that, actually, he’s scared a lot of the time, but not so much with her nearby. Even if their eyes are closed and their defenses are down.

Though Percy doesn’t stray from tradition and put his guard up as he lies down on his cot, there’s an awareness of a different nature. Annabeth darts a look at him like she’s suspicious that he’s going to keep watching her, but then she does something kind: she sits at the edge of the pool, right in his line of sight. She has her back to him as she strokes her hand back and forth through the water. Percy rolls onto his back, exhales. He’s not going to fall asleep, but he’s watching the light change on the ceiling, and he’s listening to the gentle waves break against the sides of the pool, and his eyelids are feeling heavy…

The cottage surrounded by darkness.

Kronos with the swaying lantern, the billowing cloak.

Percy: wide-eyed to be suddenly adrift inside his own mind, the cottage a trick.

An ominous message, full of blame, full of a sickening pride, full of ownership and control and—

Do you ever dream about Mom?

The look in his dad’s eyes, and then falling, but falling through light, falling like floating on water.

Percy knows he’s still sleeping—it’s the one similarity between this scene and his seaside encounter with Kronos—because he’s looking down at the lap pool from above. The water’s serene, undisturbed.

When he faces Kronos, does his body give clues? Does he twitch or flinch or groan? Anything that might call Annabeth away from the pool? Because she’s sitting there on his cot, holding his hand while he sleeps. Did he do something to make her scared for him, or is it another thing? A scared-if-you-don’t-feel-this-too thing. Scared if you do. Percy doesn’t know if this is real, but the feeling of wanting it to be is. They’re just… a good team. And if his tired brain was reaching for an antidote to Kronos’s unwelcome invasion of his subconscious, yeah, it coulda done worse than Annabeth’s hand tucked into his, light on her braids casting shadows like sea turtle ribs.

She’s looking at him. Her head tilts, and it could be cautious, wary, unsure.

Except Percy knows it’s thoughtful. She’s always thinking.

Right now, she’s thinking about him.

#my writing #PJatO #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #percabeth #Percy Jackson fic #PJO fic

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thefanciestborrower · 11 months

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Small personal rant thing about how the vore community can be about preds sometimes don’t mind me.

I’m just....gosh I’ve been thinking about this for a while but I think I finally figured out why I’ve never been a fan of a lot of the preds in a lot of little vore posts and maybe why I was so hesitant to relate to the pred side of things in general. It’s that preds don’t tend to be treated as people by the community. Now please don’t get me wrong I’m not accusing anyone of anything or saying everyone does this but like, I very seldom see pred stuff where they’re more than ‘oh boy I sure do like eating people’ or ‘oh no I have eating people instincts and my friends look tasty’, and other similar things. While these aren’t inherently bad tropes by any means, they tend to be the only defining thing about pred characters. Perhaps they have hopes and dreams, but their personality itself is reduced to how often they eat people and how much they like it. You’re either a willing pred or a nervous pred or a protective pred who eats absolutely everyone in sight all the time always, and it feels...de-humanizing almost? Like, I’m not sure how to put it in words, but I see it the most when I post about ‘pred’ OCs. People just wanna know how many folks they can eat at once or what their favorite kind of prey is. And yeah that’s fun information I get it! But....outside of that people don’t care much. I see more stuff about the personality of prey characters and how they go about their day to day lives in whatever setting than I do about preds (though there’s still some issues with how prey are often portrayed as well I think). I’ll make a new oc and people instantly assume pred or prey based on how they generally look or behave. Oh, this guy is a little more shy? Must be a prey! And like okay I get it, but sometimes it feels a little disheartening you know? Especially since I would consider myself on the pred leaning side of things.

Even in the fandom content I create I don’t feel like I can post much about the extensive aus I have because, while vore is a part of them, it often isn’t actually the real focal point! But if the pred isn’t eating someone or thinking about eating someone at all times then whats the point right? Plus, ima be honest, a lot of the descriptions of how it feels to eat someone I see on here are just...weird? Maybe it’s just me because I am a little less sappy than most people lol, but I feel like it goes beyond sappy and gets. Weird. Very easily. And that weirdness comes mostly from the pred side of things from what I’ve seen personally.

Honestly idk what I’m really trying to say, but I just needed to say something you know? Again I’m not like, trying to call anyone out or point fingers or anything! A lot of the tropes I mentioned are even things I enjoy! I’ve just seen too many characters be reduced to just eating people and I felt like I wanted to say something about it.

#might delete this later idk it depends #just thinking about some stuff and what I’ve seen recently #again! not trying to start anything so please! don’t start causing drama! I don’t want it!#I just wanted to toss my thoughts out into the tumblr abyss and see what y’all thought lol #is this actually a thing or do I just have really specific taste?#anyways hmm not sure if I should put this in the tags because again. don’t wanna start something #mmm #vore mention

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princelylove · 4 months

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same anon that asked about the platonic/familial thing!

aahh that's good to hear, your highness! ^^/ I hope it's alright to ask for Yoshikage Kira with a quiet and//or shy child!reader,,, specifically when he's part of the Kawajiri fam!

maybe they're in Hayato's place or his younger sibling, but the thought of them being curious of Kira because woah their dad changed… his kid gets abnormally clingy to him within time. kinda really curious about the "fluff"//"comfort" with them but also… knowing Kira whatever fluff//comfort is going to be. very. questionable and damning- but in the end even if he hurts them… his kid still somehow trusts him and seeks comfort from him and listens to him much more than anyone else

ahh i hope this is alright! sorry if i rambled a lot or if it's too much ><;; you can change things up a bit if you'd like and go ham with it if you'd like !!

When it comes to Mr. Kira, you should generally be quiet and stay out of his way. Oh, sorry, I misspoke. I mean Mr. Kawajiri.

Warning for discussion of gender roles/conforming to gender stereotypes, it’s gender neutral until I go on my “Yoshikage is a freak who cannot stand anything non mainstream” tangent but I talk about both masc and fem. I cut this short because I got a little too interested in the entire family's dynamic rather than just Kira, hope you still like it. ♡

I’m fond of Yoshikage, if I may be so informal, for his taste in fashion, he cares quite a bit about how he presents himself, and by extension cares how you do. He makes sure you dress appropriately for your age, and in a gender conforming way. He sighs every time you come home with pants on under your uniform’s skirt, or with your tie abandoned. God forbid you’re a part of a subculture that doesn’t conform- being a delinquent isn’t going to get you anywhere in life. Charms on your bag aren’t allowed until you’re older, and pushing your socks down like that makes you look ridiculous.

While Daddy is rather strict and loveless, Shinobu isn’t. She spoils you a little too much- especially considering she thinks she didn’t show Hayato the love he needed, and that’s why he acts Like That. She’s thankful he doesn’t bother you too much, but would it kill him to come downstairs and eat dinner with us? Oh, Mommy’s sorry, she doesn’t mean to vent, she loves girls nights with you too! Girls night isn’t a gender thing, you can have girls night with mother and be a young man! Sigh. Shinobu’s sorry. She’s just desperate for someone to hang out with her. That woman is so neglected. She loves to take you shopping and hear about your interests! Oh, you want to be alone? That’s fine too! Mommy will be right here when you need her! Waiting patiently! …. Are you sure you don’t want to watch some tv, maybe?

Yoshikage has assimilated well into a fatherly role, he accepts it as “being a man,” and therefore, part of his role in being normal. The only issue is he’s used to his father, who has very old and traditional views on what a man does, with absolutely zero chance of becoming open minded. He's more fond of his mother, really. Neither of your parents tell you no if you ask for something- it’s a bit different if you’re masc or fem, he has an idea of what you’re supposed to be from very early on and failing to meet those expectations means not getting the care you deserve. At least from Yoshikage, Shinobu will always love you. ♡

If you’re a girl, Yoshikage is fine with you being a daddy’s girl, as he was sort of himself, in a sense (Don't mention his relationship with his actual father). He’ll humor you asking him to buy you things, as long as it isn’t every week or terribly expensive. You mustn't become a brat. He isn’t really one for excessive materialism, but nine times out of ten he’ll humor you if it means you’re opening up to him. He’ll rent books and different types of media from the library for you if you ask (That he approves of), and he takes you to the park for some fresh air weekly, even if you’re older. He encourages taking care of yourself, but you shouldn’t be trashy about it. Do your nails, but not bright colors. Style your hair, but not in a tacky way, and leave it natural or, if you MUST dye it, dye it a natural color. He tends to nag you more if you’re fem- no boyfriends, come home by a certain time, etc. Typical overprotective girldad. He uses a softer voice when he speaks with his daughter- he knows he’s supposed to be gentle with you, and he’s not going to risk giving you a complex where you grow up to be like the women he murders and doesn’t keep.

If you’re a boy, he’s less expressive with you, and you likely get most of your affection from Shinobu. He’s fine emotionally neglecting you because he doesn’t view you as something soft. You must be like him. Your brother’s already a failure, are you going to follow in his footsteps? He would still take his son to the park and get him a library card (Note: Doesn’t rent books for you, only gets you the card) and whatnot, but it’s obvious he’s doing it out of obligation (Shinobu lightly suggested it) rather than real love. Bummer! You get nice clothes, though. Being quiet as a boy is fine as long as you aren’t struggling academically. Which has its advantages! If you’re failing, he’ll tutor you, and that means more attention! That also means getting locked in your room and getting berated because “Men are supposed to be better than this, who will have you when you’re older if you’re stupid?” but hey. At least you can get out of hanging out with him by saying you need to study, but you can’t get out of his life lesson lectures.

While Hayato is the weird child, you’ve taken on the role of what Yoshikage intended his future children to be like, hopefully. Well behaved, well mannered, you don’t have any disturbing hobbies (Which is bold coming from him), you don’t get in his way. For that, he rewards you. Gifts, quality time, letting you be alone, etc. Anything he can think of that will reinforce this good behavior. Hayato has mixed feelings about you. He also has a bit of a complex when it comes to gender considering his canon dynamic with his mother of “I”m gonna be the new man of the house and take care of mom,” so your relationship depends heavily on a few things. Who’s older, if you’re closer with Yoshikage or Shinobu, if you’re a girl or a boy (Hayato hasn’t figured out there’s a third option yet, give him a couple years), etc. If you’re a girl, you get pushed in the same box as Shinobu. This creep is pretending to be dad, I have to protect mom and my baby sister! If you’re a guy, he’ll expect you to help him, but cuts you some slack if you fail because you’re younger. Hayato likely dismisses an older sibling entirely, they’re just getting in the way and not helping mom at all, regardless of if they help her or not.

#request granted #yandere yoshikage kira #yandere shinobu kawajiri #cw misogyny #Character building for Kira still....#firm on the gender role complex though

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justatalkingface · 10 months

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I'm really sorry if this will sound confused...I think I saw a post of yours talking how MPA wouldn't mind a quirkless as long said person proves to be strong.

You think MPA hates quirkless or mutants? Bc the idea of them not hating a quirkless person(proving said person is useful) is interesting way more than (they want to to kill everoyne who is quirkless)

Also what was their end goal?

Alright, I know what you're talking about. The ask on my Quirkless post has the anon mention, among other things, the MLA... but ultimately, I thought they were irrelevant to the question at hand, so I didn't mention anything about them in the post.

But, well. It's relevant now!

Alright, so. On MLA and the Quirkless, I think to be through I have to say that, while they don't actually care about the Quirkless now, in the newer incarnation, since they're almost extinct and thus are a non-factor, the original MLA probably cared a whole lot, because they were fighting against them.

In the original conception of them MLA and Destro were fighting for Quirk rights against the government who was trying to control them (this is the point where the draconian and honestly kind of nuts Quirk laws come from), and while it doesn't mention it, considering their general... Quirk supremist, militant nature, and the fact his mom was killed by an anti-Quirkist (which, by implication, means they were all Quirkless, even if the term wasn't a thing at that point), I can't really see them not fighting against the normal people.

Interestingly, despite this being a seemingly obvious point for them do, somehow no one ever... says MLA did this? Which is strange. Or, maybe 'strange'. Hmm. I wonder, why would Hori not want to mention something obvious about a topic he stopped talking about years ago?

*judging look intensifies*

But yeah. That's first generation MLA is defined by the Quirk vs Normal political landscape. The second generation is focused around Quirk rights as well, but more focused on the heroes as the extension of the government and symbol of society. I can't really see them thinking about a Quirkless person, but if it ever came up, there's no way they would let on in. Unlike heroics, where it's a question about abilities, and everyone looking at what heroes do and say, 'But, a Quirkless person could do that!', the MLA are fundamentally extremists. Sure, the higher ranks are probably more practical (and hypocritical, and generally power hungry), and they'd be willing to use a Quirkless person if it was relevant, they'd never let someone so fundamentally opposed to the very foundation of their ideals into their organization. Hell, there's a real question if they'd even let them live.

Mutants... actually, that's an interesting thought.

On the face of it, they have Quirks, so of course they'd be fine with them, right? But, when you look at the main MLA members... oddly enough, you find not one mutant in their ranks. In fact, they're the only villains without one in their leadership somewhere (admittedly, I'm a little hand waggly about Chronostasis as a mutant Quirk, but whatever).

I can see a couple of reasons for this: Option One, Hori was tired, and doesn't want to do the extra work making a mutant character. Harsh, but possible. Also boring.

The second option is that, well, the mutants just... aren't strong enough to make it into higher levels of their organization, or versatile, since it is theoretically built around Quirk strength. I... when I think about it, I can't really point out a 'strong' mutant Quirk. Oh, sure, there's decent ones, but, but when compared to the highest end Quirks we see (ignoring AFO and OFA), they're not comparable to people like Endeavour, or Geten, or even Bakugou, they can't match sheer firepower they can offer up. Nor can I really think of a supportive one like Shinso, La Brava or Trumpet. A mutant Quirk will make you stronger than a Plain Jane human, sure, but if your power is 'I'm big and strong and I can survive a car hitting me without major issue', and my power is, 'Fuck you, I vomit lasers'... as long as I don't fuck it up, the odds are going to be in my favor. Mutant Quirks, in that respect, seem inherently limiting on a sheer power level kind of basis, and MLA is exactly the kind of organization to focus on that in a more realistic way than the heroic rankings do.

The third and final option is... well. They're racist. Or Quirkiest? Mutantist? I'm not actually sure we have a term for people who are opposed to mutants... but yeah. They are a modern organization, built from modern people, and anti-mutant sentiment is (theoretically) a thing that is happening in MHA. Quite simply, their biases could be influencing them to not value mutants to their full extent.

Ultimately, that's me just thinking too much on a minor detail, but hey, that's probably why people keep asking me things.

On their end goal... you know how the Quirk laws in MHA don't make sense, for an average person? Why can't a random person use their minor Quirk to help them do something when it doesn't harm anyone or cause disruption?

It's because those laws are set up to restrict Quirk use and try to force everything to be like it was before Quirks, and were created in those earlier times when Quirks were coming in and society was trying to adjust; the powers that be fought against the Quirked, but the realized it was hopeless to stop it, so they changed their tactics. If the government couldn't stop people from being born with powers, and can't take away the powers, it settled on taking away the right to use those powers. The MLA is opposed to that, considering it a basic human right, but they're the crazy radical end of that spectrum, who has skipped over things like, 'reform the laws' and went straight to 'Let's overthrow the government and make a new one!'

Theoretically, they're going to make a new order built around Quirks, where the strong dominate... basiclly, a place where everyone runs off Bakugou-logic. I say theoretically, because, well, you need a lot of people to run a country, and they need skills beyond having a magma fist. Because, you know, there's a reason why the world isn't run off of Bakugou-logic.

In all honesty, I think it would, in an 'ideal' situation for the MLA, where there are no AFOs or OFAs to stop them, end up being more about putting Re-Destro in charge than anything, since I'm not sure what they have, plan wise, for a Quirk based government beyond, 'Powerful Quirks and Freedom, ???, profit!', and I doubt that long term they'd have any stability. Ultimately, grand ideals aside, they're more focused on the 'bring down the government now!' than anything about what happens after that.

#ask #MLA #mutants #Quirkless #for once i don't think this is a critical post?

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sliebman10 · 3 days

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Hiya, Aunty Sliebman!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Have fun!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Jegulus just isn't my thing. I really like both James and Regulus, but I just don't get into the dynamic I've seen a lot.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I usually subscribe to the philosophy of "the book is always better" so for HP, that's my main source along with the fandom wiki. Wikipedia is pretty extensive for Star Wars stuff, and if I'm writing about a TV show, I usually go to the source and then maybe watch clips on Youtube.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

The HP fandom does not lack for creativity, but sometimes I wish people would show more flexibility and grace toward writers who don't always write the fanon characterizations or most popular tropes.

I also feel like people pick one of the HP generations to focus on (Marauders, Lightening Gen, Next Gen, etc)...and I wish there was more crossover between the different Gen characters.

Older Wolfstar!

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Oh gosh. OK.

Sirius Black - so he wasn't my favorite until I started writing fanfiction and realized just how rich of a character he is and just how much he gets screwed over by canon. Sirius is fiercely loyal (to a fault), single minded, rebellious. magically talented...So yes, it's become part of my mission to make sure he gets a good life and a happy ending.

Leia Organa - she's just. the OG female badass. Like, she's literally the inciting incident in the Star Wars Original trilogy. She turns the damsel in distress trope on its head.

Hmm, last one is hard but I'm going to go with Jonathan Turner since I'm currently watching Boy Meets World (and bugging @oceangirl24 about it). Jon is a caring teacher who is also rebellious both in the classroom and out. He takes in Shawn and acts as a father figure to him, even though it puts him at odds with his boss.

#ask game #sliebman10 asks and answers

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lavenoon · 1 year

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I have more family dynamic thoughts to tease out! We know a lot about how Sun and Moon work together, how they overlap each other just as often as they work together, and in turn we’ve learnt a lot about how different Eclipse is to the two of them… But what about where one of the other two is an outlier instead?

We know Moon is the introvert between two chatty little extroverts, for example, but are there other examples where Sun or Moon is left as the one who does/thinks/likes A where the other two are B? I love how unique all of them are… but the mental image of the boys being able to mentally shake hands with their little brother and not their other half makes me giggle.

-🌻 Daye

Last January ask let's go! <3

This would have been fun to do as a Venn Diagram but alas, I am already cozied up so we'll do it without the visualization

Outlier Moon: Definitely the introversion, and also the fact that he doesn't lie about whatever accidents he gets into. Eclipse lies for fun (like Y/N), and Sun lies to protect his pride, and Moon listens to their bullshit and just sighs. Just in general a little more down to earth, so any time Sun and Eclipse are plotting extensive petty revenge for some reason (Sun for the extensive, Eclipse for the petty), Moon is the voice of reason going "hey maybe we could just. yknow, hear me out. ignore all of that actually." Definitely also the guy insisting on good sleep for any humans involved - while both Sun and Eclipse are very much pro-self care, they're much more easily convinced towards "but what if sleep crimes to stay up with you for a bit?" Also most likely to go non-verbal for a bit - ties into the introversion, but is mostly me projecting. Sometimes talking is just too much, and he goes quiet, communicating only through noises or vague gestures while mostly withdrawing

Outlier Sun: Simply not as much into sci-fi. Moon likes novels with that as focus, and Eclipse isn't opposed, so whenever Moon wants to talk about the intricacies of futuristic tech with someone, he doesn't go to "but is there romance?" Sun. Also the most dramatic of the three, and most obviously putting on an act - and somehow, least confident. Despite everything, Sun is deeply insecure about what roles he plays and has to fill, whereas Moon is doing just fine and Eclipse's insecurities mostly relate to his relationship with Sun and Moon. Sun is very hesitant about everything he projects as soon as his scripts aren't enough, and he (oh gods) has to be his genuine self. Moon and Eclipse both help with that as much as they can though! Also the only one I inflicted with "scripts" type of neurodivergency! Needs to follow certain patterns or else he gets nervous/ unsure, while Eclipse and Moon would not really get what he's talking about/ don't think of social interaction like that

Outlier Eclipse: Apart from the obvious? A lot more thinking outside the box. He's fueled by undeniable and experimental confidence, so even when an idea seems crazy he's willing to try it just to know for sure whether it'll work or not, while Sun and Moon like to play it at least somewhat safe. Eclipse isn't scared of set-backs, while Sun and Moon are very much success oriented (despite varying definitions of success). He wants to know what would happen, rather than just what will work! A lot more blunt, too, and definitely least aware of conversational cues. It even takes Sun and Moon a bit to adjust - they're so used to each other, it doesn't occur to them they have to spell certain things out to him! Also the most curious about "human-only" things, like how things would taste and why people eat just for the fun of it, why exactly muscles get sore, or the ways "eyes" developed multiple times in different ways! He wants to know everything, while Sun and Moon are focused more on what is useful to them, and it results in a lot of "useless" trivia from Eclipse

#answer let luce #daye asks #accidentally undercover #im slightly not sober but most was written yesterday so this should be fine?#hfjdks #sorry i mostly just wanna post this after i got distracted by aumv yesterday #pretty short one all things considered too #but i hope it's fun anyhow!#love how a good bunch of the differences is just me going “now what which parts of my autism i projected onto them” lmao #they're still brothers and Eclipse is a result of both of them coexisting #so they're similar/ family despite the differences #so yeah #sorry it's short the reason is theyre very close and similar and also it's hard to think of every possible difference rn #so it stays with mostly what I wrote yesterday fghdjsk #enjoy! <3

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a-god-in-ruins-rises · 3 months

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how would you fix America's falling birthrates

i am pretty sure i've addressed this before but i can't find it because tumblr's search function is ass.

anyway, here is the deal. i think the issue is multifaceted. i'm going to give you a list of possible remedies and then at the end i'm going to give a perspective that is optimistic even if it turns out that we can't fix the falling birth rates.

so what can be done? well... (this is going to be very long)

i think there is a material and a spiritual component.

so first, i'll address the material: denser, walkable, mixed use communities. this is a very big one. it will lower housing prices and it will make communities safer and stronger, thus better suited for families. i think atomization is a big part of falling birth rates. creating strong, healthy communities will help mitigate that.

and by extension there should be programs to encourage family-friendly recreation and leisure. like an organization that organizes community gatherings at parks, subsidize family vacations, discounts for amusement parks, etc.

also a real family planning organization that actually encourages people to have children and provides resources to facilitate it.

also, going back to atomization; i think having family nearby is important. but i'm not sure of how to incentivize something like that. it was just something i was thinking about the other day. my brother just had a baby and he's been blessed to have a lot of family living nearby and we've all helped contribute to taking care of my niece in a variety of ways which really lessens the burden on him.

relatedly, barring finding a way to keep families geographically close, i think the next best thing is subsidizing childcare. daycare should be free or nearly free.

better work-life balance. businesses need to offer paid maternity/paternity leave, higher wages, more flexible hours, work from home options, more vacations, etc. maybe even have them chip in for childcare.

relatedly, housekeeping. the government should create like a housecleaning corps or some kind of voucher for housekeeper services exclusive to parents.

we also need to get people fucking. young people are living with parents later into life than previous generations. so they need places to fuck. we should build love hotels (and the dense, walkable communities with lots of recreation will help encourage young people to interact).

we need to incentivize marriage. tax breaks for married couples, government loans for weddings, some kind of family recreation department that organizes and subsidizes couples' honeymoons, offer interest-free loans for first time home buyers. offer a family loan/voucher for newlyweds worth some portion of their annual income and have a quarter of the loan forgiven for each child they have

certain products for babies and families should be exempt from taxation or have their taxes reduced.

increase tax credits for children. also, a universal basic income would probably help.

probably controversial: government should invest in artificial womb technology. then it should be commercialized so people who want kids but don't want to go through pregnancy can have one in an artificial womb. but also, and even more controversial, i think there should be a government organization that mass-produces babies. it'd be like the fed; in the sense that the fed wants to maintain a certain inflation rate this organization would be tasked with maintaining a certain above-replacement birth rate.

also should seriously start considering a childlessness tax. and a bachelor tax. there's no reason why a nation should just let a selfish subsection of the population live a life of luxury and convenience while refusing to contribute to the continuity of the country. and people who are willing to sacrifice some of that stuff in order to have children and raise the next generation should be rewarded. i am childless and unmarried so i would be taxed and i wouldn't even complain. i think it's just.

and this leads me to the next section.

the spiritual: by "spiritual" i mean religious, social, cultural, etc. we need to totally rebirth (pun intended) our culture. we need a renewal and a renaissance. we need to change the education system. "sex ed" in school should include emphasizing the importance and immense value of having kids (i have a post in my drafts about this i'm waiting to post). but we also need like more pro-family celebrities. that's why i'm a big support of taylor swift getting married and, hopefully, having kids. i legitimately believe this would probably result in a small baby boom. but also our movies and tv shows should promote more wholesome values. you can still have complex and "morally gray" (realistic) stories that promote wholesome, family friendly values. unironically, i think the walking dead did a good job of emphasizing the importance of family and community in the face of a very grim world and it was, for a time, one of the best shows on television.

i also hate to say it, but there needs to be social pressure against being childless. we need to start pestering our childless family about getting married and having kids. it has to be viewed as selfish and pathetic. in the last few years i've noticed a trend of portraying "dinks" as basically adult children and i think that's good. it needs to be uncool again. we need to show more childless people being old and alone and miserable and contrast that with old people with children and grandchildren surrounded by love and joy.

to be clear, if someone genuinely doesn't want to have kids then i don't think they should. i don't want to force anyone who doesn't want to have kids as a matter of principle. but i also think those people should have enough shame to know better than to be /proud/ about it and to constantly shove it in people's faces and making it out to be a great lifestyle that everyone should aspire to be. it's just socially irresponsible if nothing else. but i'd even go as far to say that it's immoral and should be shamed.

i also think we should have more fertility festivals and celebrations to honor motherhood and fatherhood and children and families and so on. we should honor and celebrate parents. give medals to mothers who have a certain number of children and host public banquets in their honor or something.

and i say this jokingly but also sincerely: join my cult. because my cult believes having children is virtuous and a gift and a duty. or join or make any religion that does the same. it's pretty clear that around the globe it's most religious folks who are having lots of babies. we can debate what it is about religion specifically that makes people have babies. but i'd bet a part of it is that religious people tend to think of themselves as being part of something bigger than themselves and they're just more conducive to traditional, family values and that they are more duty-bound and less prone to living for their own selfish, hedonistic desires. they probably see "happiness" as more of a holistic thing rather than a temporary pleasure.

now, even if we find out it's not possible to reverse birth rates no matter what, i don't think it's the end of the world. well....part of me does. part of me thinks it could be the end of the human race.

but there is another part of me that thinks/hopes that this is just a natural ebb and flow of human history. and that maybe we'll be able to get robotics and automation sufficiently advanced to mitigate the worst effects of a global population collapse. some kind of managed decline until we can reverse trends. it's possible, but that window is rapidly closing.

but yeah i think maybe it's naturally for human population to decline. then when shit gets worse people will be driven to more "traditional" modes of living which will include having more kids.

so i don't know. it could possibly spell the end of humanity. in fact, i do think this is the most likely scenario. BUT i am an optimist and believe humanity can defy the odds. this is a topic i am very close to blackpilling on but i refuse! i believe we're gonna win!

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The Everybody-Loves-Steve-Harrington-So-They-Should-Damn-Well-Tell-Him-Regularly fic nobody one person asked for—

this ended up unapologetically being just an extended love letter, in the form of actions and very sappy words, from Eddie Munson to the love of his life, one Steve Harrington, after they live, damnit, and get to be happy.

———

It’s been three months by the time Eddie puts it together. He’s gonna blame extensive-physical-trauma-via-demon-bat-attack for his lack of perception on the matter; for how long it took.

Actually, wait. Back up.

It’s been closer to seven months since Spring Break, and said demon-bat-attack. He’d been laid up for close to a month, a fucking interminable 26 days that were only made bearable by rereading The Lord of the Rings, again, for comfort; by making margin notes in The Silmarillion because why the fuck not; and by the frankly unparalleled company that was mostly his uncle whenever he could manage, and Steve fucking Harrington, the man himself in the flesh, across more hours than Eddie suspected he could rightfully manage, not without consequences. People didn’t just not rent movies in a crisis; not in fucking Hawkins. But Eddie rarely woke up alone between the two of them and a smattering of everyone else, and it was…nice.

It was really fucking nice, and when they left even for a little while, Eddie got choked up more often than not because having them was so nice. He’d never felt, like. Cared about, before. Not like this.

When he wasn’t getting choked up, though, he was increasingly fantasizing about how soft Steve’s skin looked. Like, to touch. How plump those lips were and what it’d taste like if he got to bite down on them. How Steve’s tongue might fit in Eddie’s mouth, or maybe also elsewhere, and vice versa. He spent some of the time—when he wasn’t alone, even—stuck in those thoughts. He knew it was stupid; dangerous. But Steve always had a tendency to lean into him more than was strictly necessary, the scent of his aftershave and just him in general all collectively kind of cruel to taunt a man with, in all honesty. He touched Eddie way more than was necessary, always mostly innocent but always for far too long. The mixed signals were maddening, to say the very fucking least, especially from a straight boy.

That was: until Robin brought up Vickie when it was just the three of them in Eddie’s room and Eddie—who knew about Robin, but was never completely sure if Steve did, too—got to witness Steve’s dramatic eyerolling at Robin’s plight because I told you to lean in during that part of the movie, fuck’s sake Buckley which was brazenly countered with not everyone got so much practice in before realizing they liked both teams, dingus, and Eddie’d mostly blanked out like the end of a VHS until Robin had left, and Steve had stayed, concern all over his face that’d been hidden in Robin’s presence as he sat on the bed next to Eddie’s propped up form, close enough to feel the heat of him, as he asked what was wrong and leaned as if to take Eddie’s temperature with his lips before pulling away to opt for the back of his hand. And Eddie had frowned, maybe bit back a groan because he had wanted the lips, he had wanted them a whole fuckton of a lot, but he managed instead to ask:

“Both teams?”

And the grin that’d curled out from Steve, then, was fucking cheshire but bright, eyes glinting when he answered:

“I don’t flash it around, but I don’t, like, hide it from my friends”—promptly sending Eddie Munson spiraling as his world got turned inside out.

But what that all means, basically, is that it’s been about six months and change since—after all that practice presumably also worked the other way around, and probably served to give Eddie away for all the fantasizing now that it was suddenly leant a little oxygen, a little fool’s hope—but either way: Eddie did find out, that very night, what those lips tasted like. Felt the words against his mouth, even, before they pulled apart, broke the spell: So fuckin’ glad you’re not dead, you absolute goddamn moron.

From which: it’s been five months and twenty-two days, since he got out of the hospital, dragged into Harrington’s stupidly oversized house—yours is still a crime scene, so your choices are pretty fucking slim, Eds—and deposited not into one of the far-too-many guest rooms, but onto Steve’s own mattress to glare at the overwhelming amount of plaid as he’d protested stealing Steve’s bed before realizing, very quickly, that Steve’s plan hadn’t actually involved giving up his bed to anyone.

Because, sliding in next to Eddie—who was still sore as fuck, but healed and mostly-whole if you counted the slightly creative new shape of his torso with all the stitched-up divots around the eaten pieces—but it clocks in at being about five months, twenty-one days, seventeen hours and like twenty-three minutes before Steve Harrington, who Eddie had harbored a few lingering doubts about regarding the extent of his comfort level with…all of this, despite what had become daily makeout sessions timed around the nurses’ rounds—but those were doubts he shouldn’t have wasted energy on at all, as it happened, given that at that five-month-twenty-one-day-seventeen-hour-twenty-three-minute mark, in Harrington’s stupid-large bed, he got hands on Steve’s dick for the first time and. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Which is to say nothing about ten minutes or so later, when he got Steve’s mouth on his dick and…well, fuck.

And yeah, Eddie might remember the set up of that shit to the goddamn minute, but if you made him break it down in any more detail beyond that point he’d fail you, flat out, because Steve Harrington has no goddamn right to be that good at sucking cock.

And yet.

From there, though: it was around three weeks after that, that Eddie became just about certain everything between them wasn’t just sex. It was very very good sex, like, sometimes (most times) mindblowingly good. But Eddie was a little too attached to studying Steve’s face while he cleaned them up after they’d both come; Eddie was a little too entranced by the way Steve’s hair would get flopped into the air by soft puffs of air when he breathed deep in his sleep. Steve, for his part, touched him so tenderly Eddie might’ve died for it. He watched Eddie with a deep-dark intensity in those wide eyes, when it was night and the color in them got lost to the shadows and it was all reliant on the tug, the stray shine in them pulling behind Eddie’s ribs: and those eyes weren’t the same ones he watched the others with. Those weren’t the same eyes Eddie thinks he’s seen anyone watch…anyone with. They held too much, inside. Which was part of the problem: Eddie couldn’t read all of it. But he started to think he could pick up the important parts; enough to read into the way Steve tucked his head against Eddie’s neck sometimes, and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s chest other times, and sighed like the world was right when he managed to do both at once even when that was a boldfaced lie but not there, with them—not in those moments of them.

Basically: Eddie could read enough to be pretty damn sure what he was reading into all of it just…he just couldn’t be too far off the mark.

Which is how it comes to a head exactly 24 days after that, though—Eddie knows that one to the hour, the minute for the way his heart had thumped and he’s studied a clock to try and distract himself away—because that’s when Eddie became absolutely fucking sure, wonder of all wonders; became sure of this impossible thing that was where all the evidence pointed, all the touches and the looks and the sounds and the sighs. And when it happens? It’s not even a heat-of-the-moment thing, they weren’t even fucking, they hadn’t even just been, either: they were just curled in bed around each other, Steve sprawled on Eddie’s chest and Eddie’s fingers in Steve’s hair and Eddie’d climbed through Steve’s window earlier that night because his parents had made an unexpected stop home—first of the year, apparently there were actual things in an actual office his father worked in, located in actual Indiana that sometimes needed his actual-physical signature or some shit—but it hadn’t been planned and Steve had been caught off-guard. And Eddie hadn’t been prepared for how the presence of his parents would weigh on the man, how it would dim the sunshine in him even when they weren’t in the goddamn room, even from behind the counter at fucking Family Video in the days that followed; or else, maybe he could have expected it, a little in theory, but he sure as hell wasn’t prepared for how it twisted in his guts to witness it, or for just how much he goddamn missed falling asleep next to Steve at night with the promise of waking up the next morning the very same way. And Eddie’d been waiting for Steve when the man himself came up about twenty minutes after Eddie’s unannounced arrival via unlatched second-story window, and Steve had stood stock-still for a long moment where Eddie wondered if he really should have thought twice, here, before Steve was beaming, locking his door behind him as downright fucking joy blossomed from him, the sun coming out from behind the clouds, and Eddie’d sighed, relieved to see it when its absence had felt like swallowing glass.

And they’d kissed, fuck but they’d kissed—they’d made out like kids with a fraction of their experience and didn’t dare to go further with Steve’s parents underfoot and it didn’t even matter because it was perfect, fucking sensational for everything it was, and when they’d finally parted for more than a quick breather Steve had whispered to him:

“You’re unbelievable,” and the way he’d said it was with wonder and Eddie’d preened a little for it while he memorized the patterns Steve was tracing on his chest like a treasure map. “Don’t know how you even put up with this bullshit.”

And Eddie knew he’d meant the sneaking in, the dodging his parents, the hiding when it was needed and Eddie’d known part of that was because Steve’d never fucked a guy before—at least not seriously, repeatedly, with attachments and feelings involved and stuff; Steve had been able to live his love life on main and give zero shits, where Eddie’d always known he’d leave part of his heart behind closed doors, if he was lucky enough to find someone who wanted it at all. So part of it, Eddie knew, was just a mismatch of experience, and maybe even expectation. And Steve had seemed fine to keep them under-wraps as needed, not for shame or wanting to hide—shockingly, blessedly—but for understanding the necessity. Yet when it came to Eddie, he automatically turned guilty. Like Eddie wasn’t jumped in, here, leapt in with both feet and no desire to climb out.

Possibly, like, ever.

And Eddie didn’t love that, neither the question nor the doubting; but what Eddie hated most was when Steve said that word—it’s not like it was offensive or like, of particular note in some way; just that it sounded godawfully sour, like bile at the back of Eddie’s with how it rolled off Steve’s tongue, the tone of it, for no real reason at all that Eddie could figure out, he just fucking hated hearing Steve use it: specifically when he was aiming it at himself.

Bullshit.

Which at least partially explained the mindset, the reasoning for what came next as best as anything could, save that it was honest and heartfelt and it couldn’t stay held back forever. It was just that Eddie didn’t mean to say it; not just then—and yet:

“Because I kind of fucking love you.”

And then it was out, and he meant it in his heart of hearts, he really fucking meant it even if he didn’t mean to say it it in that exact moment; but either way it was out, he couldn’t stop it or take it back. There wasn’t even any context for it being a slip of the tongue or the heat of the moment or anything but the god’s-honest truth, fuck everything, and it was probably way too soon—and unjustifiable for that alone—but it was also almost definitely unwanted and unreciprocated and what if they were just fucking, what if it was just fucking, Jesus fucking Christ, Munson, get a goddamn grip—

Then Steve was slipping off of him, away from him, and Eddie’s heart—which had been jackrabbiting wildly was instead plummeting past his stomach to wrestle out from his goddamn toes; stupid, stupid—but then Steve was straddling him, his hands braced on Eddie’s chest as he watched him for only half a moment before fucking devouring him, and in between the downright glorious offensive being carried out on his lips, Steve had panted harsh:

“Thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fuck, ‘cause I’m in fucking love with you.”

Which is how it shakes out, closer to four months since they started, since their first kiss in a goddamn recovery bed—that’s how it shakes out that they’d stumbled up the stairs through the garage the very afternoon Steve’s parents get fucking gone, falling over themselves so as not to lose the contact of their lips because goddamn, Eddie knew Steve could kiss, and his own experience on the whole pales by comparison, but he thinks he knows enough to say the two of them, together? Fuck, but the look in Steve’s eyes when they break for air every time is ravenous, pupils blown goddamn silly, and Eddie would put money on their kissing being something goddamn special.

He was between Steve’s legs, teasing him kind of viciously if he’s honest, when the goddamn fucking front door slammed and they both froze in place because…

Well, fuck. Obviously.

“He’s home? I would have thought college…” a voice wafted up as heels clicked toward the kitchen; heels, two uneven pairs, and heavy flats. Three people.

“Didn’t we all,” a low grumble of disgust, closer to the bottom of the stairs where the coats could hang, filtered upward on its own, betraying a fourth of the party without needing to take a single step: Steve’s absolute fucker of a father.

“He was involved in a fairly serious motor accident,” and that would be the slightly-less-unconscionable-but-not-at-all-forgivable Mrs. Harrington from the kitchen, Eddie’d lay bets on hers being the higher, louder heels, and she sounded concerned enough for her company, Eddie was sure. But not enough for normal people with a goddamn beating heart who give a shit about their fellow members of society, to say nothing of their own flesh and fucking blood.

Which is why whoever her company was: they’d think it was perfectly normal. Concerned, even, and genuine for it. Eddie forced himself to sit back, and close his eyes: Steve’s parents were too fucking much, and they weren’t even his. He’d never even properly met them. But fucking hell.

“He’s fine, but it’s definitely set him off course for a bit.” and oh yes, Harrington the Elder just had to chime back in from closer, still near the door, the base of the stairs: why was he still near the door? So Eddie could jump and run and strangle him more quickly, for the proximity? Like a little present just for him, for its convenience? God, but it was tempting.

“Oh yeah,” Steve had thrown his head back with a thunk against the headboard, “just fine, bet me they’re only guessing it was even a car accident.”

And Steve? Steve just sounded resigned, maybe a little disgusted, or maybe even tired; but Eddie.

Eddie was letting every word feed a genuine fucking rage in his gut, and a well-earned one, too.

“He has a little job, in the meantime” and there’s Mrs. Harrington again. As uselessly, banally inhumane toward her own fucking son as ever. “Just a stopgap, but he’s doing well given the circumstances.”

“Oh yes, minimum wage hawking cassette tapes, we’re very proud,” and Eddie’d thought he might break a tooth for how his jaw was clenching, grinding, because fucking hell. There’s nothing about the man he was kneeling in front of, as he was in that moment—and hell, maybe even more so because of who he was before, for the work anyone’d have to put in to change, and come out genuinely better than not just who they used to be, but better than most people, period—but there was nothing about the man in front of Eddie that was anything less than deserving of pride, and praise, and love.

So much love.

Mr. fucking Harrington was lucky his shoes hustled quick to the kitchen, shortly thereafter, else Eddie may have lost what remained of his restraint.

“Initiative though!” and it’s a third voice, male, the other non-heeled compatriot. Must be a couple. “Nothing like perseverance in the face of adversity. Can’t teach that in class!”

And then came some murmurs, mumbles, the conversation drifting farther from where Eddie could track it, until:

“Steven?” and oh, Mommy Harrington, shut the fuck up.

“Come say hello to the O’Briens! Our flight’s been delayed until the evening and there’s absolutely nothing to do in the airport for that long, but they’d love to see you!”

At least that had explained why Eddie and Steve had been so rudely interrupted when his parents had left that morning and they’d gleefully planned to spend every hour after Steve got off work making up for the lost time between what they’d stolen that week while the house had been invaded by its delinquent owners—because to Eddie’s mind, that’s what they were. Derelict parents, and piss-poor landlords of a house that only tipped over toward a home at all because of Steve.

Because of the love of Steve, and the love that Steve returned. Something these assholes couldn’t possibly comprehend, Eddie was sure of that much.

“Jesus,” Steve had huffed before sitting up, leaning to kiss Eddie’s forehead and grab his hands, dragging him to the bed in Steve’s place. “She probably just realized she forgot her cosmetics case in the kitchen and it was a convenient excuse.”

And then Steve had slipped on a pair of clothes that looked too formal, too put-together for being in one’s own home, fluffed up his hair as best he could and crossed to the bed one more time to peck quick at Eddie’s lips: “Stay up here.”

“Obviously,” Eddie had rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the pang of worry. He hadn’t liked the idea of leaving Steve unprotected with those wolves, those fiends. He hadn’t…liked that at all. He’d known Steve could handle himself, he’d known Steve had done so his whole life thus far, but still.

Eddie hadn’t liked it.

“I’ll make this as quick as I can,” Steve had promised as he straightened up and smoothed his shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie’d found himself promising like rote, like his bones were built from it so how could he not, so he doubled-down because, well. He’d lost himself to Steve a while ago, by that point; there was no possible harm in making it plain now in case there was anything left that hadn’t already been bet in full, risked in whole. “And not just because I…can’t.”

He’d hoped his eyes had told the full scope of the truth of it, too.

Steve had crossed the room again to kiss him, and fucking hard too; it’d felt like he got the memo, which was a plus at least.

But then Eddie had spent the long minutes, maybe hours, thinking; stretched out on top of Steve’s bed. Thinking about the future, about whether there was a future, to this. A future that he could make with Steve where they would tell his parents to fuck themselves, where they could build a life, where Eddie could take care of him and he could take care of Eddie, where they were partners and they grew and thrived together no matter the speed bumps and the roadblocks and the hatemongering and the bigotry. He’d thought about making a life with Steve where that gorgeous soul was never surprised at the idea of people staying, still being there, wanting nothing more in fucking life but to still be there, with him.

Eddie’d thought a lot about the consequences of standing up and jumping down the stairs five at a time so he could deck Steve’s asshole of a father in the motherfucking face.

“I fucking hate them,” was the first thing Eddie’d said once Steve had returned, locking the door behind him as the click of the front door downstairs had followed in kind; alone again. Fucking finally.

Steve had flopped half next to Eddie, half on top of him, and blew out a long breath:

“Join the club.”

“Do they always…” Eddie had started, but hadn’t been sure yet which direction to go. There were so many, and he hadn’t wanted to overwhelm Steve, he’d wanted more than anything to distill all of his disgust, his disdain into one question, one blow he didn’t want to deliver because Steve didn’t deserve more blows, any blows, not ever; and specifically? Eddie never wanted to deliver blows to Steve of any kind. For any reason. He wanted to be the first place in Steve’s world to depend upon to deliver the softness, the tenderness, the damn-near worshipful gratefulness for the fact of Steve Harrington.

Always.

“Whatever it is,” Steve had exhaled heavily, when Eddie took too long deliberating; “the answer’s probably yes.”

And the flippancy, the resignation that wasn’t even resignation, wasn’t strong enough for that—acceptance, maybe? Whatever it was. Eddie fucking hated it in Steve’s voice.

He hated it, and it was the sheer vehement rage that not-quite-resignation had stirred in him that made the question finally take shape and escape his lips:

“They talk about you like you aren’t fucking magnificent.”

It wasn’t even a fucking question. It was a goddamn refutation. How could they. How could they?

Steve had turned to look at Eddie slantways, neck crooked at an angle and his hair flopping over his forehead and he’d…grinned. He’d fucking grinned.

“You are the only person in the world who would say that,” Steve had said softly, and Eddie could tell he’d been aiming for at least a little humor; he’d hit the nail on a vulnerable sort of surprise, instead. Disbelief, but an innocent kind.

“I mean it,” Eddie’d been quick to say, to assure, because by fucking god, did he mean it.

“Then you’re also the only person in the world who means it,” and again, Steve had aimed for teasing, but had landed on a wondering sort of skepticism that had twisted violently in Eddie’s chest; that Eddie wasn’t even sure Steve had known he was giving away. Didn’t know for sure if he’d have let Eddie see it, as a conscious choice.

But Eddie had seen it.

“The kids think you hung the moon.”

And the look on Steve’s face when Eddie had taken that turn, gone down that road: no. Steve hadn’t meant to for his expressions to give him away. Maybe Steve hadn’t even known what was being given away: the same thing that had been in this voice, before. A certain self-deprecation that outweighed the abilities of even the most skilled masters of laughing that shit off.

“Bull,” Steve had huffed with a little snort, and yeah: case in fucking point, and good god, Eddie was starting to see the depths of this thing that Steve kept hidden, maybe best of all even from himself, Jesus Christ. “I wave a fancy nail bat at monsters and I drive them around. They won’t even need the second one soon, or at least Dustin won’t. If he can figure out parallel parking.” Steve’s nose had scrunched adorably then, and Eddie’d wanted to appreciate it fully, wanted to sit up and kiss it, but he was a little nauseated at the way the words were sinking in, the things unsaid beneath them tumultuous and just so fucking wrong. “Umm, right, well like, maybe not super soon. But still.”

“They adore you,” Eddie’d insisted, because even a total stranger, a compete outsider could look at Steve with those twerps and see how they worshipped him. It had confused the shut out of Eddie in the beginning, but fuck if he hadn’t seen it.

But maybe…maybe Steve’d been seeing something totally different all along. Something he’d learned at home, something he’d long accepted as fact. Maybe good natured—if often obnoxious—bantering had always landed as honest critique.

Which, which: fuck.

Fuck.

“I’m an endearing idiot,” Steve had chuckled a little to himself, tracing spirals on Eddie’s forearm, and sounding…content with it. Unsurprised and unbothered by a simple and uncontested fact. And…what the fuck.

And riffling through his brain, Eddie’d started to see it: Steve had always just rolled with it. God, but: Steve had laughed along.

Like it was honest. And true.

“Robin thinks you’re amazing,” Eddie had tried to flesh out the picture that was taking shape and souring in the pit of his stomach; Steve had calmed a little, sobered a little, his tone getting quiet, but…also, small.

Eddie did not like that one fucking bit.

“Rob’s,” Steve had started, a little shaky; “I’m lucky to have her. Sometimes I feel guilty, though,” and: what the actual fuck?

“I hate that she has to kinda, separate me from the other parts of her social life? I mean, I get it,” how. How? What was there to get? “But I hate that she has to, like, defend being around me to her other friends, y’know?”

And no, Eddie had not known. Eddie did not and would never know, because Steve was not a thing to be defended against, or justified. Shit: Steve did all the defending of everyone, these days. His simple living-breathing presence in someone’s general goddamn proximity was justification unto itself.

“I mean, before you? I had my ex-girlfriend, her long-distance boyfriend, and a little gaggle of teenagers. Rob had all the band kids and shit. The language nerds who like sitting around speaking French and German and whatever,” and Steve had carried on, while Eddie’d tried to make the pieces fit. “I don’t know who I flattered in the luck department, but I’m thankful for whatever I did, to deserve finding her.”

And Eddie’d wanted more than anything to explain to Steve that shit went both ways and them some, but then those eyes were trained on him, straight and unblinking and Eddie was then and remained forevermore a weak fucking man for Steve’s eyes, and the love they drowned in, fucking perpetually.

“Same goes for you,” Steve had whispered, breathy as fuck: “so goddamn much sometimes it hurts.”

And again: Eddie had been, was, is, will always be past his dying day, weak as shit for this man.

“C’mere,” he’d breathed back and reeled Steve in and kissed him until his lungs were burning, until Steve’s chest was a mallet against his own from the outside for the force of his panting.

“I love you something stupid,” Eddie’d managed to say, even it it’d been more of a gasp: “I love you something painful and dangerous and fierce, dug in so damn deep, and all of it put together is so far beyond the best feeling I’ve ever imagined, that I can’t even see straight,” and he’d framed Steve’s face and just…drank him in before he exhaled, the sound trembling just a little, but enough:

“God, I love you.”

They’d kissed, and they’d fucked, and it screwed with the tilt of the earth a little bit for how fucking good it was. But that?

That was when Eddie started really paying attention.

In fairness: he always pays attention to Steve—but Eddie also sometimes has the attention span of a goldfish unless he puts his mind to acting otherwise. And nothing in his entire life has ever felt as important as Steve Harrington, so: put his mind to this is exactly what he does. So he starts studying it, finding the threads of it, perking up and filing away and mostly fucking scowling when he hears stray lines here and there, like:

The things we put up with for a free ride, grumbled from a backseat, or:

Sure, he was kind of a douchecanoe, but I swear, now he’s— cut off by the popping of gum behind a counter, or:

He’s not all bad, and really, he wasn’t even all bad then, but… with that last word dangling like damnation, or:

He’s easy on the eyes, sure, but sometimes I wonder if that hair crushes his brain cells, tossed carelessly with a smirk, or:

I don’t know if I’d say dictionary definition of ‘peaked in high school’… with, again, the goddamn ‘but’ so clear it might as well have been shouted into the abyss to echo on endlessly, or:

If he didn’t foot for the tokens, I’m not sure it’d be worth it, garbled around greasy pizza that the speaker sure as shit didn’t pay for himself, either.

So yeah. That’s kind of how, seven months after Spring Break, and after three months of cataloging all of the stray commentaries surrounding his maybe-improbable-but-oh-so-glorious boyfriend, the love of his goddamn life: Eddie puts together how Steve Harrington maybe thinks all of the shit that’s said about him, specifically from the people he loves most, might just be falling into the same category as the absolute bullshit said about him under his own roof, by the two people in the world who were supposed to love him first. And sure, Eddie knows what failed parenting looks like; feels like. Intimately. And maybe Eddie can’t swoop in and stop that, stop them; can’t fix it with the magic wand of his own resolve and the sheer smothering magnitude of his own feelings. But Jesus fuck: Eddie sure as shit can have a word with the people who unwittingly—and god, he hopes like hell that’s all it is, unwittingly, stupidly and thoughtlessly and carelessly tossed because they don’t fucking know better, don’t get to see something deeper than hurt in Steve’s posture, his gaze for it, something that’s more like agreement without a goddamn hint of surprise, or indignation because it’s just accepted as fact, and what’s worse is how if that’s the case, then what’s Steve been taking in as care, as love, as acceptable all this time, for this fucking long? Jesus, just, just—

After three months of putting it all together and being goddamn sick to his stomach, enraged beyond measure at the picture it paints: Eddie makes the executive decision to do something about this shit.

…more (on ao3)

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Ok so I don’t have a particular scene in mind, so could you maybe give me an analysis of how Stalker x Stalker came to be?

(Stalker x Stalker)

Stalker x Stalker was basically a character analysis that I added jokes to, to be honest. I know the humor is most of what it's known for (which is valid, it's hilarious), I can't really analyze that. So.

I saw their stalking tendencies and decided that I would make it my mission to make it all believable and understandable. I might have done too well because I still have people talking about how they're "goals" or whatever.

I wanted my audience to sympathize with the characters, which meant that I needed them to behave in specific ways that felt 'justifiable' from the audience's point of view. Hence why the POVs switch and the stalking is entirely mutual - it makes people feel like it's not quite as bad. But you have to remember, for the earlier parts they had no idea that they themselves were being stalked. It's easy to forget as an omniscient reader, but it's important to consider when talking about their moralities. They did not know it was mutual. Yes, Tim knew that he was being listened in on, but he thought it was her vetting him.

Which is what it started as, to be fair... speaking of! The slow descent was extremely important in this. If it went too fast, it would risk alienating the audience and pulling them out of the character's heads, meaning they would sympathize less, and that would defeat the point. This meant that the worsening of their states had to take time.

Of course, the starting point was... complicated. I needed to have them start off seeming... well, perhaps not reasonable, but understandable. Hence why Tim starts off paranoid about her getting hurt in a city known for its crime, and Marinette starts out concerned about him wearing one of her shirts because he just so happened to meet him on a secluded rooftop.

Speaking of, Marinette being cautious about having a stalker was a fun addition to the story. Both Tim and Marinette are against stalking. If they caught a stranger stalking someone they'd punch their teeth in. But they don't see what they're doing as stalking at all.

Their idea of stalking and crime in general is very much skewed towards the way it's portrayed on TV. It's why they overall seem chill around Rogues in this, outside of Joker (and Punchline, by extension). The other Rogues have understandable motivations and are sane like half of the time, so surely they can't be that bad. Joker, though? Cartoon villain, deserves to be in jail.

Speaking of TV! They watch two different movies with stalker main characters. Their behavior is normalized in their own minds.

And, in Tim's case, the behavior is normalized amongst his peers and family. The bats in this story, while not being as bad as Tim or Marinette, are also hinted to have stalker tendencies. Tim is a product of his environment - tendencies that were already somewhat problematic only got heightened because they were actively encouraged in the vigilante-field.

As for the original problematic behaviors... their motivation is loneliness. Partially because I knew it was one my audience would likely be able to relate to, but also because a lot of stalkers (the ones that aren't deluding themselves into thinking their 'love' is mutual) tend to be extremely lonely people, hence why they cling so heavily to those that do not care for them. Some of them believe that they just need to be given a chance, others crave intimacy and therefore long to know every little detail about a person, etc. And everyone deserves to feel loved, romantically or platonically, right? How can a person be bad when all they want is to care and be cared for? It's only human, after all.

And... there we go! That's why Stalker x Stalker works!

#as for how the concept came to be...#*coughs* next question #stalker x stalker #ollieanswers #ask game #ask #asks

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the autistic and adhd traits i've noticed in billy baker as an autistic person with adhd, aka proof that billy baker is unintentionally autistic with adhd, or at least heavily coded as such -aka proof for my headcanon-:

tldr, aka conclusion; billy baker is heavily coded as neurdivergent, especifically as someone autistic and with adhd, or is straight up autistic with adhd, and therefore i claim him (/hj /lh) as an autistic and adhd headcanon of mine. (of which i have a few more coming)

autistic traits:

1. has no filter, shows excessive sincerity, and often can't lie well, says what he thinks in a few instances even if its most times inappropriate, and or unrelated, to the topic of conversations. has a very hard time lying succesfully and is almost always a bit too blunt in instances where this isn't asked.

2. issues with low empathy/tunnel vision, has issues with empathy and it's often implied he "only" cares for himself and his friend group. of course, this doesn't necessarily mean he lacks empathy. he's really empathetic, actually, but he isn't empathetic in a common neurotypical way, since he just isn't neurotypical. he understands the emotional pain and issues his friends go through and he helps a couple of times, but he doesn't react first. it takes him time. the tunnel vision also clearly implied with his character. he focuses on the center of issues and often doesn't see the bigger picture and thus he often makes impulsive or dangerous decisions like when he uses his powers without thinking a couple of times.

3. special interests, seen in multiple instances, and explicitly said. the way he talks about dnd, and the way he talks about especially comics books and how he uses them to relate to the world.

4. difficulty socializing, as seen with the fact that before everything started in season one his only friend was tibby and rachel, and how at first he had difficulty interacting with some of the members of the radar.

5. extensive vocabulary, excentric behavior and usage of complex words, as in seen in several of his journel entries and also in some conversations. most times he talks like a normal 15 year old teen would, but other times he uses large and or overly explicit words that are most times inappropriate or out of context.

6. no understanding of social and non-verbal clues, and of course this could be attributed to the fact that he woke up from a coma a year ago, but considering that also canonically his ego was the age of the body in which he woke up (15) it doesn't quite make sense, does it? he shows in some instances that he cannot or hasn't picked up the patterns of social and non-verbal clues. he doesn't understand at times why it isn't appropiate a thing he just said, or why he can't say somethings outloud.

7. scripting, it's when an autistic person literally scripts conversations according to their perceived correct standart of conversation. he admits scripting his speach to the radar on their bus ride to mallory's house in his head in episode 2x21. i'm sure there's more instances of this, maybe more subtle, in other episodes, but this was the most recent proof of it for me.

8. alexithymia, this is similar to low empathy issues but with oneself, not understanding, feeling or being only low-key aware of oneselves’ feelings. it’s like being numb but not exactly (for me for example i feel emotions just in a very toned-down or fading way, only when emotions are extremely heavy and strong i know instantly what and why am i feeling it). billy is like this a lot of times, and especially in times of distress -which usually causes strong emotions but he most times doesn’t seem affected or as affected as the others in the radar- and the third season (which i have a gif of that shows it)

adhd traits;

1. impulsivity, as it can be seen in several instances in which he does something without thinking, and on the go. its his whole character in general and the bad things that happen when he uses his powers are directly influenced by this impulsiveness.

2. talks excessively, again for this i don't really need any proof. he talks non stop almost in every episode and is implied to be a somewhat of a chatterbox a lot.

3. has a hard time paying attention to specific details, which often leads to careless mistakes. this, again, is what directly influences a lot of his mistakes.

4. has trouble waiting his turn in conversations and often interrupt others, this is also a very common behavior in his character. there's instances of it, almost every episode, in one way or another.

5. easily frustrated, this isn't really seen in the first seasons but it's metaphorically written all over his reaction to remembering the death of his siblings and his whole behavior after it (his denial of their death -even blaming em and laura of trying to "hide them"-, his frustation with "the game" and his attack on the driver)

(also this, its not exactly a trait of neither but more of a result of traits in both autism and adhd; autistic people can disassociate accidentally or intentionally to self regulate in situations of stress or sensory overload and it could be a sign of a shutdown, people with adhd can disassociate accidentally or intentionally for similar reason but also maybe because of the fact that they already have trouble being focused in many things, including reality and the present)

#kollok 1991 #billy baker #autistic billy baker #billy baker has adhd #autistic headcanon #adhd headcanon #he's just like me fr

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Lily rose Depp really annoyed me with her comments essentially denying nepotism. My friend tried for 7 years in her 20s trying to breakthrough in the movie scene. You can’t just audition for everything, ur agent has to try and get u a spot and some casting directors aren’t even interested in nobodies and u have to be somebody or have extensive experience. Her first movie literally had her dad and mum in it, and she literally thinks she can sit there and say she worked for what she has. They are all spoiled and live in a bubble, like I genuinely think they think everybody has it that easy to get work

I definitely get the frustration. As some of you might know, my partner is an actor, so I know how difficult it can be to even get in the room, much less to get a part. That said, though, I do think she's getting a disproportionate amount of hate for what she actually said:

“The internet seems to care a lot about [people being "nepo babies"]. People are going to have preconceived ideas about you or how you got there, and I can definitely say that nothing is going to get you the part except for being right for the part. The internet cares a lot more about who your family is than the people who are casting you in things. Maybe you get your foot in the door, but you still just have your foot in the door. There’s a lot of work that comes after that...It’s weird to me to reduce somebody to the idea that they’re only there because it’s a generational thing. It just doesn’t make any sense...I just hear it a lot more about women, and I don’t think that it’s a coincidence.”

I think essentially what she's trying to say is that, while her career has been helped by nepotism ("getting your foot in the door"), she still has to be right for the part and to work at giving a good performance, otherwise she wouldn't have a career. Is it a tone-deaf statement given that just "getting your foot in the door" is a huge hurdle for a lot of actors? Sure. But I don't think it's the "Lily Rose Depp says she has to work twice as hard as everyone else and has been held back by nepotism!" story that has been circulating. And from her perspective, I can imagine where the frustration is coming from- no matter how hard she works or what kind of performance she gives, people on the internet will still say that she's only famous because of her parents. That must suck, and so I get why she's trying to change that narrative, even though she's doing it badly.

A better way to phrase what she was trying to say might have been something like, "I know how much I've benefited from my parents being in the industry. It's so hard for actors to even get their foot in the door, and I'm so grateful for the opportunities I've been given. I'm trying to make the most of those opportunities by being as hard of a worker as possible and honing my craft so that people can respect me for my work on its own." Still not great, but then at least the admission of her privilege is more blatant and I think people would be less mad.

I do also think that her comments about men not being referred to as "nepo babies" is interesting. For example, people never give Dan Levy shit for being a "nepo baby" even though Schitt's Creek couldn't have been made without his father, Eugene Levy, literally being on the show. Or for more of a straightforward example, nobody gives Jack Quaid shit for being Meg Ryan and Dennis Quaid's kid, even though that's how he broke into the industry.

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What fictional character would you appoint for each office in the US Cabinet?

I can't think of any of those in the current administration, but since I'm curious, I'll do some more. (If you tell me any of your fictional characters are in the current administration I will be more than happy to do the same, as there seem to be many.)

First, for President:

The president is the head of state of the United States. They preside over a Congress (which has some powers to make laws). The electoral college and House and Senate are complicated and I don't have a good handle on them, so I'll pick some characters who are "president-shaped" in the sense that they are people with strong power and influence over the world in some way.

I'm not sure if we need a Congress with any power (maybe it's just the one thing you can say "congressmen" about in American parlance?) but if so I'll pick the Wizard of Oz, so I don't make the government too weird. (But if you're curious why Oz doesn't have a Congress -- he doesn't rule by decree, and he doesn't even have a Supreme Court -- read https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Precedents_in_fantasy.)

Then for the Vice President:

Not sure if I need someone in there, since Congress can declare war, but anyway, this is the blog where Jeffery J. Call was talking about how, since this is no longer a democracy, it's time for a new one, so I'll go with him. ("I've been calling for a 'constitutional Convention' ever since the 2012 elections," he writes.)

Also, here is the blog of someone who wrote an extensive series of blog posts called "The Dream of the Blue" in which he imagined each of the presidential candidates writing his own fantasy story, which he called the Blue Dream. It was an original series of blog posts, but the post on Trump that I made earlier today is one of the ones available in full (or elsewhere, if you don't care to read through his entire series).

The Secretary of State:

Ah, there was no need to get this specific. I'd just pick the Chiroptera Man by H. P. Lovecraft. His job would be to have an ear, and an eye, for any threats to America's national security. So I'd pick a guy who doesn't really listen to any of his people (not saying he doesn't do anything to his employees, just, well), and who is completely on top of everything, who knows everything, so that they can do whatever thing is needed to protect America. But he would also spend a lot of his time thinking about the things that are a threat and writing down his own thoughts about them to help people in the future know what to do, because he doesn't want people to be in danger. If that sounds like a weird job description for a man, well, it is a little weird, but that SCPs is what he does for a living.

Then Defense Secretary:

A lot of these would be more fun than the job description suggests, actually. I mean, if you think of Gerald as "a Defense Attorney who is very good at his job and very good at having an office, a whole floor, and some parking spaces by paying money for them," then I guess I pick Elfenhouse... in that the Defense Secretary has to listen to Elfenhouse?

Then for Chief of Staff:

That one would be easier: I picked Darryl from that one old D. A. Jackson novel I read... that guy's a weird guy, but the guy's job description sounds like it would be fun: it's to "coordinate [the President's] domestic and international affairs" (although of course you'd never meet the person whose job description this is, just the President's "Chief of Staff").

For Attorney General:

I picked a different one from the last one. She's just as weird as the defense secretary, but she does it in a very different way... you would be surprised how much you can

#moths-in-the-window #long post

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GOD OKAY-- NOBODY’S DAUGHTER and by extension DISSOLVED GIRL:

what is nobody’s daughter?

JOAN: What I always wonder about: The one egg, one sperm, one zygote before it split, there might have been a consciousness. Where did it become two consciousnesses? That may be what identical twins experience: the oneness that used to be, before it became twoness. JEAN: Maybe that’s why we feel more whole together than when we’re separated. — Two of a Kind, Vogue

I marathoned the entire series in oct 2019 (hard to say if it was for the first time or not since i VIVIDLY remembered parts of hush from my childhood, but we can safely say “for the first time i remember”) while i was doing inktober and a thought that came to me was “what about twins? How does slayerness work there”, from there I had little thought experiment which did not stay little. obviously. basically the thought is that where the slayer line reads fraternal twins as 2 separate people, it fails to do this with identical twins. Which means that while everything else about them remains autonomous, the slayer spirit or whatever is stretched between the two, linking them on a deep metaphysical level that cannot be undone and has serious ramifications.

Cue Brooke’s inclusion.

Nobody’s Daughter is a series rewrite that sets out to include Brooke, Buffy’s twin and several other ocs into the series and then you know, take their existence into account in the plot and stuff.

Brooke herself is more of the Slayer side of the Slayer and Girl conversation in macro that she and Buffy represent. Brooke is loud, physical, straightforward to the point of seeming rude at times, proud and bad at losing, an ex-soccer star who fell into drugs and Demon Crime™ when the watcher systems failed her when they were first called. Her style of fighting is more physical and violent. Slayers need a weapon? She has one. Herself. No stakes required. She’s also at what could easily be the lowest point of her life when we meet her in Miss World, having just got out of inpatient rehab after flirting with a drug problem and unable to really do much with herself after having always having a Plan.

She and Buffy aren’t opposites, they’re complimentary. Symbiosis and all that shit.

OTHER PROPOSED OCS: Kat Farwell — the heir of one of the oldest, most powerful and evil families in Sunnydale, her family was in league the Mayor and has ties to Wolfram & Hart. The family is part of a cult that worships one of the Old Ones, an Old One (of creation/life & death) and is generally involved in horrific things, very Silent Hill. Kat is part of a generations long plan/goal to bring their god forth into the world. Kat sees a lot of weird ass shit pm all the time. She’s a good person generally but forced into doing evil things to keep domino effects and such from happening. Even when she’s full blown Old One she’s not super evil more like iffy. The only other surviving art club member with Saoirse.

Saoirse Moran — Girl from Ireland who’s family moved to Sunnydale because of work stuff or similar. Is psychic and precognitive in a less specific way than the PTB seer is, closer to the more classical concept. The only other surviving art club member with Kat. Foresees that she’ll be turned into a vampire by Angel at first meeting and comes to terms with it over time and makes sure it goes through as it’s a critical point that will allow her to be there for a lot of very important things she’ll be needed for in the future. Is in active communication with her soul/ghost as a vampire and they team up on shit. Capable of a lot of weird ass and esoteric magic and shit because she’s just following w/ the voices in her head she’s channeling info from.

Sydeny — Australian Super Warlock. Not his real name. About as ethical as a dark magics guy can be. Very punk, like dyed mohawk, tats and plaid punk. Takes Brooke under his wing. Has absolutely had sex with her. He and Brooke started up a demon parts chop shop to take care of the corpses she makes on patrols which he then sold for profit.

Beck — Fairly similar to comic!Beck. Used in a ritual to house a fire elemental at a very young age, was found in the ashes of the ritual and returned to her parents but is unable to control her new powers and burns down the house killing them. This is a pattern for years as she’s moved from home to home to institute to institute, burned out buildings and bodies until she lands in Mosiac Wellness Center at about 14 and has been making progress with her pyrokentics and mental illness since then. Eventually comes to live at the Hellhouse as part of her attempt to reintegrate into society. Spike may become her legal guardian since she’s judged not able to handle things herself even as an adult.

Dr. Inez Price — Brooke’s therapist. A no nonsense witch from the 1900s who might seem mean but dang it she gives a care. Possibly married to a Vampire and has magic made kids.

Charlotte Worth — faith’s new watcher that Gwendolyn impersonates, she’s just Emma frost but a watcher/necromancer

ONE’S I’M A LIL IFFY ON NOW BUT IDK MAYBE I’LL STILL USE THEM??:

Mateo Torres — half demon that Brooke meets at either Mosiac or SDHS and becomes her best friend. Very stable and kind and not easily annoyed. He loves dance and music, wrangles Brooke into being his dance partner since half demon and slayer and forms a band with her and beck bc of her music therapy shit. Has a crush on Buffy from fairly early on but never pushes it, is fully in love with her by S4 but again doesn’t push things since he’s not interested in being a rebound or anything like that. Likely begins dating her tho at the end of S4 or in S5 tho bc Fuck Riley.

Maria / Myarazsta’shuatl — minor old one or insanity demon rank or two below that Dr. Nyth / Ny’thachamp — minor old one or fear demon rank or two below that

Kozrar Torres — Mateo’s dad. A [Strang] demon. Huge as fuck, built like a brick house and has a pretty chill attitude. Owns a gym.

Francisca Torres — Mateo’s mom. A potential slayer who aged out and was annoyed that so much of her life had been dedicated to training for something that never came and in a rebellious move started to spend more time in demonic spaces in the same vein as Willy’s and Carnitas and looking for work that put any of that potential training to use. She met Mateo’s father a [strang] demon (might just use that name bc it’s from the comics so semi-canon and means I don’t have to think of 1 myself but also gives me TONS of room) who she danced with and was utterly charmed by him and they hit it off. A whirlwind romance led to a loving marriage. Decides to teach the scoobies and Joyce some combat stuff.

Heidi Williams — girl Brooke saves from a vampire at a party. Attaches herself to Brooke, basically becomes her Pike. They start dating but it’s all very Woof bc of the timing and drugs.

THEORETICAL FICS IN THE SERIES ASSUMING I CAN FUCKING GET THIS SHIT WRITTEN:

(yes all the titles are Hole songs and yes they’re VERY RELEVANT to the THEMES OF THE STORY)

(also Dawn is here from day 1)

Miss World: I'm miss world, watch me break and watch me burn / No one is listening my friends, yeah / I made my bed I lie in it / I made my bed I die in it

Buffy is working her ass off to stay in denial land. Brooke just wants to be allowed out of the house without a chaperone. Someone still ends up dead in a puddle.

Jennifer’s Body: He said, "I'm your lover, I'm your friend / I'm purity, hit me again" / With a bullet, number one, kill the family, save the son / Himself / Himself

Angelus time. Protecting Buffy from her psycho ex and his loser pals sends brooke back into bad habits and off the deep end in more ways than one. Kendra survives because I say so.

She Walks On Me: Hold you close like we both died / My ever-present suicide / My stupid fuck, my blushing bride / Oh tear my heart out, tear my heart out

Buffy’s back from her depression job in LA and Brooke’s out of Mosaic Wellness Center again. Things are weird and awkward and made only more so when Brooke and Faith start sucking face and Angel’s around being even more broody than before. Ends with stabbings and comas and snakes.

Good Sister / Bad Sister (subject to change bc of possible plot changes): Good sister, bad sister / Better burn that dress, sister /Scar tissue, blood blister /Suck up on the dregs, sister

Philosophical differences about demons get between the sisters. Also Adam and Walsh are there. Brooke is anti-establishment, Buffy hasn’t taken those 101 classes yet. Saorise has left the cast and is in Dissolved Girl at this point.

Burn Black: Now you complain and say you want the keys / Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be / Forget the knots around your neck / You say you remember, baby, you forget

People all seem to finally have their shit together. Naturally that means everything has to fall apart on a new and utterly spectacular level. Twins fuckin’ Die.

Violet: When they get what they want, they never want it again / When they get what they want, they never want it again / Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to /Go on, take everything, take everything, I dare you to

The afterlife and post death experiences of the girls are very different. Brooke steps up to take care of Buffy while she struggles to get used to being back. Also everyone is falling apart.

Heaven Tonight: Here comes the sun in the form of a girl / She's the finest sweetest thing in the world / Take you to heaven tonight

Twin sisters and their pet vampire have to get their friends to be Actual Helpful while they run the biggest sleepover this side of the apocalypse. Spike might live. Saorise cameos.

What is Dissolved Girl?

Dissolved Girl is the ATS companion series to Nobody’s Daughter that follows the lives of Saoirse, Angel and Faith, then later Kat when she joins their cast in s4. Naturally it’s all dark and moody and shit. Deals with things like fate, destiny, mirrors and cycles and the facets of identity. Very much just in development/notes world only atm for obvious reasons.

(yes again all song titles and yes all relevant to the season Vibes)

Season 1: Pull Out The Pin Season 2: Cover Me (Björk) Season 3: How Soon Is Now? Season 4: Space Oddity Season 5: Karma Police

#nobodys daughter #dissolved girl

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i try my BEST not to let fandom get in my way of how i view ships bc i always see ships in a non canonical way. so if you want you can fold a ship into whatever way you want whether its aus, fix it fics, or whatever. i especially try not to let the popularity of a ship get in the way of how much i like a ship, im very fond of rarepairs and crackships but i dont consider myself someone who cant bring themselves to like popular ships or even brags about liking.. ANYTHING that isnt mainstream

but there comes a POINT where when ALL of the content you see for a character youre fond of is ABOUT A SINGLE SHIP that you start hating the ship and maybe even the other character involved. it hurts even more when its a ship you fell out of love with.

yes, im talking soudam AGAIN bc kazuichi has rotted my brain so badly that i feel like i cant even go a single day without thinking of him, AND I BARELY EVEN INTERACT W/ THE DR FANDOM ANYMORE. one of my ocs was just a genderbent au i made of him that looked distinct enough i just took it and ran. thats how bad it is. (tbh i do just like the color pink and... sharp.. teeth.. so thats probably why. hes pathetic too which just makes it x2 as good)

look, i dont think that ppl who ship soudam are inherently bad ppl. i dont really care about what ppl ship as long as theyre 1) not shipping real ppl and 2) not shoving it in other peoples faces. and i dont see any soudam shippers directly doing that. i was a soudam shipper, and honestly, i can see why ppl ship it. its an interesting dynamic.

bbbutt.. i dont ship it! i personally dont care for it anymore, or even just general dr stuff. i should probably get into dr stuff more sense i feel like other than skullgirls and cookie run, im a bit lost when it comes to fandoms nowadays. but i still really like kazuichi and, by extension, sonia and their ship sounia. so every now and then i look for content abt them whether its for comfort or horniness, or just bc i want to. and a big theme i see is soudam. everywhere. its not unbareable especially on a site like tumblr where i can block certain tags and words. but even with that blocking, soudam can still clog it up meaning its harder for me to find content i like.

its even worse when some of that content is intentionally made to spam tags. an example would be what happened on instagram a while back, im not sure if that many other people noticed it, where ppl would spam dr ship tags with things such as “hey ur ship sucks xoxo”, feet, and in the worst case scenario, gore and self harm.

its even worse (take a sip everytime i say that) when you bring in stuff like antis and proshippers which, IS A CAN OF WORMS I DO NOT WANT TO GO INTO. i dont use either label, i hate antis but i really fucking hate proshippers. which is why i dont like ppl labeling all sounia shippers as proshippers because.. no. no i am not. you cant dictate what side someone is on in a silly shipping war based of a single thing they like. i know damn well there are sounia shippers who are proship, anti, somewhere in the middle, and the same can be said abt soudam shippers. which is why i hate how soudam shippers are seen as morally good and sounia shippers are seen as gross. i just wanna see some pathetic lil guy try and fail to woo a girl, i dont wanna argue about what ship is superior. neither are illegal, so they are both equal.

in conclusion; there are and will be a lot of soudam shippers. i dont care. i just want to be left alone, but soudam is hard to ignore. dont try to call any soudam shippers poopyheads, lets all just try to be nice and respect one another. sorry if this seems like a hate rant, because it is. i am frustrated. didnt mean for this to become an 8 paragraph essay, but thats just what happened.

#dr salt #danganronpa salt #hopefully i can get this off my mind now ugghh #toaster-hair

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A Guide to Taiwanese Name Romanization

Have you ever wondered why there are so many Changs when the surname 常 is not actually that common? Have you ever struggled to figure out what sound “hs” is? Well don’t worry! Today we are going to go over some common practices in transliterating names from Taiwan.

With some recent discussion I’ve seen about writing names from the Shang-Chi movie, I thought this was the perfect time to publishe this post. Please note that this information has been compiled from my observations--I’m sure it’s not completely extensive. And if you see any errors, please let me know!

According to Wikipedia, “the romanized name for most locations, persons and other proper nouns in Taiwan is based on the Wade–Giles derived romanized form, for example Kaohsiung, the Matsu Islands and Chiang Ching-kuo.” Wade-Giles differs from pinyin quite a bit, and to make things even more complicated, transliterated names don’t necessarily follow exact Wade-Giles conventions.

Well, Wikipedia mentioned Kaohsiung, so let’s start with some large cities you already know of!

[1] B → P 台北 Taibei → Taipei [2] G → K [3] D → T In pinyin, we have the “b”, “g”, and “d” set (voiceless, unaspirated) and the “p”, “k”, and “t” set (voiceless, aspirated). But in Wade-Giles, these sets of sounds are distinguished by using a following apostrophe for the aspirated sounds. However, in real life the apostrophe is often not used.

We need some more conventions to understand Kaohsiung. [4] ong → ung (sometimes) [5] X → Hs or Sh 高雄 Gaoxiong → Kaohsiung I wrote “sometimes” for rule #4 because I am pretty sure I have seen instances where it is not followed. This could be due to personal preference, historical reasons, or influence from other romanization styles.

Now some names you are equipped to read: 王心凌 Wang Xinling → Wang Hsin-ling 徐熙娣 Xu Xidi → Shu/Hsu Hsi-ti (I have seen both) 黄鸿升 Huang Hongsheng → Huang Hung-sheng 龙应台 Long Yingtai → Lung Ying-tai 宋芸樺 Song Yunhua → Sung Yun-hua

You might have learned pinyin “x” along with its friends “j” and “q”, so let’s look at them more closely. [6] J → Ch [7] Q → Ch 范玮琪 Fan Weiqi → Fan Wei-chi 江美琪 Jiang Meiqi → Chiang Mei-chi 郭静 Guo Jing → Kuo Ching 邓丽君 Deng Lijun → Teng Li-chun This is similar to the case for the first few conventions, where an apostrophe would distinguish the unaspirated sound (pinyin “j”) from the aspirated sound (pinyin “q”). But in practice these ultimately both end up as “ch”. I have some disappointing news.

[8] Zh → Ch Once again, the “zh” sound is the unaspirated correspondent of the “ch” sound. That’s right, the pinyin “zh”, “j”, and “q” sounds all end up being written as “ch”. This can lead to some...confusion. 卓文萱 Zhuo Wenxuan → Chuo Wen-hsuan 陈绮贞 Chen Qizhen → Chen Chi-chen 张信哲 Zhang Xinzhe → Chang Shin-che At least now you finally know where there are so many Changs. Chances are, if you meet a Chang, their surname is actually 张, not 常.

Time for our next set of rules. [10] C → Ts [11] Z → Ts [12] Si → Szu [13] Ci, Zi → Tzu Again we have the situation where “c” is aspirated and “z” is unaspirated, so the sounds end up being written the same. 曾沛慈 Zeng Peici → Tseng Pei-tzu 侯佩岑 Hou Peicen → Hou Pei-tsen 周子瑜 Zhou Ziyu → Chou Tzu-yu 黄路梓茵 Huang Lu Ziyin → Huang Lu Tzu-yin 王思平 Wang Siping → Wang Szu-ping

Fortunately this next convention can help clear up some of the confusion from above. [14] i → ih (zhi, chi, shi) [15] e → eh (-ie, ye, -ue, yue) Sometimes an “h” will be added at the end. So this could help distinguish some sounds. Like you have qi → chi vs. zhi → chih. There could be other instances of adding “h”--these are just the ones I was able to identify. 曾之乔 Zeng Zhiqiao → Tseng Chih-chiao 施柏宇 Shi Boyu → Shih Po-yu 谢金燕 Xie Jinyan → Hsieh Jin-yan 叶舒华 Ye Shuhua → Yeh Shu-hua 吕雪凤 Lü Xuefeng → Lü Hsueh-feng

Continuing on, a lot of the conventions below are not as consistently used in my experience, so keep that in mind. Nevertheless, it is useful to be familiar with these conventions when you do encounter them.

[16] R → J (sometimes) Seeing “j” instead of “r” definitely confused me at first. Sometimes names will still use “r” though, so I guess it is up to one’s personal preferences. 任贤齐 Ren Xianqi → Jen Hsien-chi 任家萱 Ren Jiaxuan → Jen Chia-hsüan 张轩睿 Zhang Xuanrui → Chang Hsuan-jui

[17] e → o (ke, he, ge) I can see how it would easily lead to confusion between ke-kou, ge-gou, and he-hou, so it’s important to know. I’ve never seen this convention for pinyin syllables like “te” or “se” personally. 柯震东 Ke Zhendong → Ko Chen-tung 葛仲珊 Ge Zhongshan→ Ko Chung-shan

[18] ian → ien [19] Yan → Yen I’ve observed that rule 18 seems more common than 19 because I see “yan” used instead of “yen” a fair amount. I’m not really sure why this is. 柯佳嬿 Ke Jiayan → Ko Chia-yen 田馥甄 Tian Fuzhen → Tien Fu-chen 陈建州 Chen Jianzhou → Chen Chien-chou 吴宗宪 Wu Zongxian → Wu Tsung-hsien

[20] Yi → I (sometimes) I have seen this convention not followed pretty frequently, but two very famous names are often in line with it. 蔡英文 Cai Yingwen → Tsai Ing-wen 蔡依林 Cai Yilin → Tsai I-lin

[21] ui → uei I have seen this convention used a couple times, but “ui” seems to be much more common. 蔡立慧 Cai Lihui → Tsai Li-huei

[22] hua → hwa This is yet another convention that I don’t always see followed. But I know “hwa” is often used for 华 as in 中华, so it’s important to know. 霍建华 Huo Jianhua → Huo Chien-hwa

[23] uo → o This is another example of where one might get confused between the syllables luo vs. lou or ruo vs. rou. So be careful! 罗志祥 Luo Zhixiang → Lo Chih-hsiang 刘若英 Liu Ruoying → Liu Jo-ying 徐若瑄 Xu Ruoxuan → Hsu Jo-hsuan

[24] eng → ong (feng, meng) I think this rule is kinda cute because some people with Taiwanese accents pronounce meng and feng more like mong and fong :) 权怡凤 Quan Yifeng → Quan Yi-fong

[25] Qing → Tsing I am not familiar with the reasoning behind this spelling, but 国立清华大学 in English is National Tsing Hua University, so this spelling definitely has precedence. But I also see Ching too for this syllable. 吴青峰 Wu Qingfeng→ Wu Tsing-fong

[26] Li → Lee Nowadays a Chinese person from the Mainland would probably using the Li spelling, but in other areas, Lee remains more common. 李千那 Li Qianna → Lee Chien-na

[27] Qi → Chyi I have noticed this exception. However, I’ve only personally noticed it for this surname, so maybe it’s just a convention for 齐. 齐秦 Qi Qin → Chyi Chin 齐豫 Qi Yu → Chyi Yu

[28] in ←→ ing In Taiwanese Mandarin, these sounds can be merged, so sometimes I have noticed ling and lin, ping and pin, etc. being used in place of each other. I don’t know this for sure, but I suspect this is why singer A-Lin is not A-Ling (her Chinese name is 黄丽玲/Huang Liling).

[29] you → yu I personally haven’t noticed these with other syllables ending in “ou,” only with the “you” syllable. 刘冠佑 Liu Guanyou → Liu Kuan-yu 曹佑宁 Cao Youning → Tsao Yu-ning

There is a lot of variation with these transliterated names. There are generally exceptions galore, so keep in mind that all this is general! Everyone has their own personal preferences. If you just look up some famous Taiwanese politicians, you will see a million spellings that don’t fit the 28 conventions above. Sometimes people might even mix Mandarin and another Chinese language while transliterating their name.

Anyway, if any of you know why 李安 is romanized as Ang Lee, please let me know because it’s driving me crazy.

Note: The romanized names I looked while writing this post at were split between two formats, capitalizing the syllable after the hyphen and not capitalizing this syllable. I chose to not capitalize for all the names for the sake of consistency. I’m guessing it’s a matter of preference.

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