as true as the jokes about “everyone wants to rewrite ninjago” are i feel like smthn people forget when complaining about the inconsistencies of the show is that…. it wasn’t planned? it’s not like most other animated shows lately - it didn’t start with a deeply fleshed out world or a meticulously designed pitch bible with grandiose plans for a long-term story or character arcs. the ninja don’t originally get their powers from heredity because they weren’t hereditary powers yet. the magic system doesn’t make sense bc they literally just made it up as they went! they go back and forth on stuff like whether non-elementals can learn spinjitzu bc it’s a collaborative piece of media made by people with vastly different levels of control over the story, the animation, the sets, etc. that varied over the course of the series. it’s totally understandable and exciting to see so many people reworking the early stuff with the lore and logic later seasons introduced but i personally feel that… if you’re doing that. you need to understand why the show is like that instead of writing it off as being bad and shitty. it was working with what it had. it’s only what it is now because of that awkward troubleshooting phase, not in spite of it

girskel and zimbert

zimskel and girbert

siskel and ebert dark tribute

I feel like one thing we can take away from this kickstarter is that Cassandra Clare will never be done with the Shadowhunters universe. like literally all these new short stories come from the fact she took a six month "break" from writing shadowhunters lmao

angelyne billboards in the 80s and 90s

they found a girl at the beach

her words all washed away

still feeling waves against her legs

and whale skin at her touch

foam in her hair, salt in her veins

so

they tell her about the sea

Watched Epic (2013) and just want to say I miss you Blue Sky Studios

Wearing a big t shirt with text that says “Ask Me about my 10-year-running hyper-specific mildly-to-intensely-convoluted blorbo AU” and a big caution symbol underneath it

This just in from my bestie

She’s not a stay but i just gave her the run down cod LIRL bc she’s also a writer

Ily "I would have died for Carla, but now I'll live for courier", ily "Carla always managed to make you forget but courier always made you remember" ily healthy boone fanfic writers please never stop

Nomad's Lament

I breathe in sun, Now I breathe out ice. And I wish I could be enjoying The familiar aroma of pumpkin spice.

But I can't.

Because I'm numb And I'm torn Didn't ask To be born, And I'm cracking My teeth Between smokes.

But I'm stoked

For the scantily clad life That awaits me Because all this time, I've only been trying To Escape Me. To break free From this life And this town And its staunch crowd That Hates Me.

My teachers The stress My parents The mess I held on And I bent And I broke.

But I meant Every word I've written Since the day you came. Finding myself smitten With each vowel in your name.

A-E-I-O You are all I think about, Even though I'm just Queen of the concrete now.

Homeless, day one Still feels like A freedom run. All alone, I am Second To None.

opening 2023 with anna and brittany together is a sign that this is a good year ahead

Either i have created a grave sin in making this or the universe personally guided my hand. Not sure which. Maybe both

just wanted to thank you all for the support on this blog and the way i've been welcomed back into rpc as a whole after years and years of being away, epecially from writing doctor who. the fifth doctor is my doctor and is especially important to me, so seeing the support for me writing him has been FANTASTIC! you guys are the greatest and i enjoy writing / can't wait to write with all of you! and everyone's blogs are so beautiful too, i never thought i'd learn how to use caard LMAO. don't ever be afraid to holler at me if you want to write <3

Hi! I read your Fae Tales series 8ish years ago, and I fell in love with Augus and Gwyn. I had the random urge to look you up again after nearly a decade, and I am THRILLED that you’re still writing about them! I’m currently re-reading the old stuff and it brings me such comfort, but I’m also excited to read your new work next! Much love from a long time fan. <3

Hi hi!

It's been 10 years of Game Theory like... today, or... in like 5 days. It's soon anyway. It will have been a decade and if I wasn't so um, me-ish, I would have done something special for it.

Instead I'm just putting up chapters like always.

I am finished with the canon, and I've nearly finished with writing them in general (The Nascent Diplomat is all that's left of Augus/Gwyn), but I'm enjoying the AUs of other characters, and I've been working on some other original stuff behind the scenes!

But I'll always love Fae Tales and Augus and Gwyn and the whole crew, it's led me into some of my favourite stories of all time, both to write and read, and it's also led me to the very best people. :D

I hope you enjoy the new work if you read it! :D :D And it's so so cool to 'hear' from you! *waves happily*

When Roy woke up it was with his head on the cold tile of his bathroom. Funny as he wasn’t even on the floor of this bathroom when he finally passed out.

“What the fuck happened?” A rasp voice asked from the open door. Roy squinted up and saw his sister glaring down at him with a glass of water in her hand.

He groaned and slowly sat up. “Just a bit of fun, you know how it is, Ruth.” He rolled his shoulders wincing at the loud crack at the motion. He reached up for his sister to help him to his feet, but his efforts were slapped away.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Roy, this was different,” She looked pissed, Roy realised. Not like the usual disappointment with a hint of fondness. “You know your limits and this was well past them.”

“It was a close win, some of the lads wanted to celebrate.” He shrugged and lifted himself to his feet. “Might’ve gone past my limits a bit,”

“A bit?!” She hissed, her eyes wide. “Roy, if I were not a trained medical professional, you would be dead!” She pulled a hand over her face.

“Why are you here?”

She stared silently at him. “You don’t remember?” Roy looked at her blankly. “You called me,” Her breath hitched. “Roy you were out of it, kept talking about how you’re nothing without football and-”

Roy cut her off with a snort.

“No. You do not get to do this. You didn’t hear yourself.”

“And what am I without football then, huh? It's all I’ve ever known-”

“My brother! You’re my brother no matter what.” Her eyes glistened. “Especially now,” She let out a deep sigh. “I’d hoped you would understand.”

“Especially now? What do you mean?” Roy looked her up and down taking notice of her fratled state. “If that fucker did something to you, I swear-”

“He didn’t do anything, relax.” She rolled her eyes at his antics. “Or well…”

“What?”

“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out and it’s early, it can change,”

“What’s going on Ruth? Are you dying?”

She rolled her eyes and stood up shaking her head. “I’m pregnant you utter moron.” She swiped her hair away from her face. “‘Are you dying?’” She mocked. “Jeez.”

Roy stared at her with his jaw dropped. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

Roy jumped up and pulled her into a tight hug. “If this is a joke I’ll kill you,” He tightened his arms around her. “And if it’s not, congratulations.”

She giggled into his chest. “Thanks. And definitely not a joke by how many times I’ve thrown up this morning.” She let go of him and took a step back. “You’re gonna be an uncle Roy,” she said, her voice serious. “So you have to stop this,” She waved her hand at him and the floor, where he woke up minutes ago. “Cause I can’t do this without you and,” She shut her eyes tightly. “I’m divorcing him.”

“Good for you,” Roy . “Overdue, but good for you. That wanker can rot in fucking hell for all I care.”She rolled her eyes. “Good to see you’re back.” She pointed a finger at him. “And don’t think this conversation is over 'cause it’s not. You need help Roy, help I can’t give you.” She turned and walked down the stairs leaving Roy in his cold bathroom.

thinking about her (johanna mason) again