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jmkho · 10 months

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The One Where They Go On A Disney Cruise

Summary: Sammy booked a nice sea voyage vacation for the boys….

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: swearing, drinking, cruise ships, stuck on a vessel with these 4 in the middle of the ocean, not enough research done of cruises

Note: THIS IS FOR THE ANON 👤 THAT REQ THIS YONKS AGO!! I'm so sorry it's taken me a long ass time but health problems & just reaaaalllly not in the mood to write, got the best of me 🙏❤️

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The boys were all smiles as they hauled their luggage up the ramp to board the ship. Danny had been meaning to comment on the size of one of Sammy’s bags as he kept moaning it was, ‘fucking heavy’ but got distracted to try and keep the guys all in check at the airport.

“Sammy, dude. What the fuck did you pack in that?” Danny asked as the bassist walked in front of him up the ramp, leading everyone onto the vessel as he struggled with his two bags and fanny pack.

“Shoes.” He simply replied seriously. Danny didn’t know if he was joking or being serious but he also couldn’t even say anything to that because Josh and Jake were shoving themselves into the back of him trying to make him walk quicker.

“Quit it!” Josh yelled out behind him to his excited twin.

“DID YOU KNOW THEY DO PIRATE NIGHT?”

Sam grinned to himself. He purposely booked their vacation when the woman told him it had been cancelled for an unknown circumstance but it was available on other cruise ships. Just to fuck with him. “Might not witness that while we’re on this buddy.”

Jake’s smile fell. “What? Why?” That had to be bullshit. Sam was fucking with him surely. Pirate night was held on every third night of the cruise! It was a STAPLE in Disney Cruises!

They all made it onto the cruise ship. The grand exterior of the main lobby was insane. Josh had his head looking right up at the ceiling of the massive ship as if he was looking at stars.

Sam pushed his sunglasses onto his head and turned to his older brother. “It’s pirate night 365 days for you anyway! So what difference does it make?”

Jake pouted a little.

“Besides, we came here to relax, chill, and drink.”

Danny snorted. “Isn’t that you 365 days of the year?” Sam ignored him but Jake grinned at the taller man for sticking up for him.

“Did you know that Disney Cruise ships have never had one that-“ Josh began but Danny held up his hand. “Nope. None of that. Hearing about every fucking ride and it’s faults was enough. Nothing about cruise ships please.”

Josh’s face fell to match his twins previous expression.

“I tried to book us a room each but, I thought let’s share and save money so we can spend it on other stuff.” Sam declared. “Me and Daniel-“

“Daniel and I” Jake corrected him.

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t grammar check me. Just because you use the longest words in existence when you post something."

Jake let out a deep sigh. They’ll never let him live that down. He just wanted a nice wordsy post not the usual boring stuff. He wanted something fancy.

“Daniel and I…..” He widened his eyes as he looked at Jake. “Will be sharing a room-“

“Why can’t I share with Daniel?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, why do Jake and I have to share?” Josh piped up.

Sam closed his eyes. “Because, if I shared with any of you on this thing I think I’d actually murder someone. Besides, you two communicate in that….” He started wiggling his finger at them as he thought of what to say. “That….non-verbal way you do. With the looks and the hand gestures. Perfect. Also you two love being together and would probably moan about not being together if I did split you up! ”

Jake and Josh looked at one another and then nodded. Yeah.

They grabbed their bags and trudged off to their room after check in. It took a little longer because Jake was asking if there were any themed rooms on the cruise ship.

There were

He then asked if there were any pirate themed rooms.

There weren’t.

Jake was bewildered. No pirate theme rooms on a SHIP?! Blasphemy!

The lady behind the desk began to tell them about pirate themed rooms and places at other destinations and Jake wanted more details but Danny told them to move on and get to their rooms to settle in, unpack and get this vacation started.

Sam smiled widely as he entered their room. There were two big twin beds, a nice bathroom, comfortable looking pillows and a mini bar. Perfect.

Danny was smiling as he walked over to his bed and placed his bags down. He looked out the window and grinned. “I needed this.”

Sam nodded. “Same. Looking after you lot really takes a toll on a person.”

Danny’s head slowly turned to look at his friend, staring in disbelief.

Sam ignored the bewildered look from his not blood-brother brother, kicked off his sandals and clapped his hands, and rubbed them together as he grinned. “Now, let’s go explore this big bitch!”

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Josh and Jake were in the middle of their room doing rock, scissors, paper, to see who would get the bed near the window. It was their 3rd game as it was best out of 5 since Jake lost the first two.

“You know what, just take the damn bed near the window, Jake.”

Jake bounced over to the bed and threw his stuff down before shoving his face against the window. “Ahhhhhh”

Josh watched as his twin took a deep breathe, despite the window being closed.

“I”m taking it you’re excited?” Josh asked as he looked down at his phone. The brightness would make anyone else shriek back in horror but he was used to it and liked the glow it gave off.

Jake didn’t even answer, he turned to Josh and his beacon light of a phone. Just staring at him. Josh knew that look when he looked over to him.

“Okay fine.” He let out then lifted a hand and gestured in the air. Jake threw his head back with a laugh. “Okay deal!”

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Danny and Sam were walking along the deck. They were taking photos with Sam’s beloved Olympus 35, laughing, posing weirdly, getting looks but also smiles at their antics. “You know we could have just filled the cooler and gone to the river again with some dinghies.”

Sam ignored him. True they could have, but last time it was a mess. The cooler got filled with river water, Jake’s Taki’s got wet, Sam ended up stuck in a shrub and Danny had to get out and help him, and Josh nearly went flying into a rock.

Soon, they wandered to look over the rail of the ship, drinks in hand. They smiled at each other, clinked their glasses and enjoyed the vast view of the blue ocean. There was silence but it was peaceful until Sam said, “You ever thought about diving off the side of a-“

“Come on let’s try and find where they are” Danny pulled him away from the rail.

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Josh and Jake were inside and found themselves with some cast members. Josh was giggling at Mickey as he stood there listening to the vocalis rant about life, his hand waving in the air. “You see? We just need to embrace life and live it. Not thinking about how it will all end, we need to make memories and live the now-“ Mickey was holding his hands to his mouth as if he was in shock but also laughing. Jake was ignoring the whole situation of Josh giving Mickey an existential crisis and was taking selfies with Goofy in his sailor clothes.

“There they are!” Sam called out and ran over, drink in hand as his paper umbrella went flying. He suddenly stopped, pointed at Donald who also pointed back at him as if he recognised Sam. Then they both pointed at each other's bare feet. “Give me a hug you wacky duck!” Sam let out and hugged the adorable character.

Danny also got a picture with Pluto and Minnie as they posed for Sam’s camera. He walked over to Jake as he finished taking pictures with Goofy and beamed a smile.

“Just got down here?”

Jake shook his head. “Nah, we’ve been here for an hour. Josh won’t leave Mickey alone.”

Danny snorted a laugh and looked over to the shorter man who was still talking to the mouse. “Okay” he walked over, smiled at Mickey and put his hands on Josh’s shoulders. “Time to let Mickey have a break dude.” He began to shove Josh away as Mickey waved, the shorter man still trying to talk to him.

“Let’s get you a tequila soda and some snacks.” Josh suddenly perked up and stopped talking about life and death. The boys found themselves in the ship bar. They warned the staff there they would see a lot of them and they already got free shots and were on a first name basis with most of them.

“So what now?” Jake called out as the conversation died down.

Sam looked at each of them. “Yeah, what do we do on a cruise ship?”

They all glanced at each other and shrugged.

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The next day.

The boys decided to try and relax by the pool. Jake was wearing black swimming trunks and his straw hat, along with a book in hand.

Josh was going to wear a gold speedo but Jake slapped it out of his hand. He decided to wear a pair of striped shorts and some sandals, along with a big pair of sunglasses and a long Japamala.

Sam was wearing his short shorts in purple, no sandals, sunglasses and had a cocktail ready to go.

Danny wore a pair of mustard yellow trunks, his hair tied into a bun on his head, a beer in hand and a smile.

They lay on their sunbeds as people did the same, some in the pool, some just walking around.

“This is too calm for us.” Sam let out.

Danny turned to him. “This was your idea. I said we should have gone to the river.”

Jake was sitting reading his book, “but snacks don’t get wet on here.” He mumbled.

“I BET SOME STUFF DOES GET WET ON HERE WOAHHOEEE WHEEYHEYY” Josh loudly let out. Sam smiled at his bizarre older brother.

“What else do we do on cruises?” Danny asked out. They all looked at each other, apart from Jake who was still reading.

Sam closed his eyes trying to soak in the peacefulness. Okay it did feel too calm but hey, at least there was no annoying pirate night. Right?

Like clockwork, a speaker on the deck made a bell sound.

“Ladies and gentleman, we have an announcement to make. You were informed that Pirate Night was in fact cancelled due to some circumstances. However, we are delighted to announce that Pirate Night SHALL be happening as usual and the third night of our journey.”

The people around them erupted into cheers. Jake was beaming a smile at the page of his book before he put it down.

“You have got to be shitting me!?” Was all Sam let out loudly as he looked at the rest of the people all happy and then back at the boys. Danny was delighted. He was smiling and actually excited. Hell, even he wanted to dress up in pirate gear and run around on this big bitch of a boat.

Josh was smiling as he looked at his twin. Jake perked up an eyebrow at him and Josh nodded and then lifted his left hand and made a gesture with his index finger and then thumb. Jake laughed and nodded back before he pulled a face. “Okay, but only if you let me have the sword this time.” Josh answered back to that and settled back into his sunlounger as Jake beamed a happy smile.

Meanwhile, Sam was looking out at the blue waves. He was imagining himself on a raft trying to escape with one of the cast members . No idea who he’d try to shove on the raft with him. Either Donald or Pluto.

He nudged Danny. “You ever wonder how long a person can survive at sea?”

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The last day.

Josh had an adventure on the cruise ship. Last night he found an unlocked costume room and decided to put on a Mickey Mouse outfit. Weirdly, he got away with being Mickey for around 6 hours until he felt like he was going to faint from the heat and tried to slap Sam when he heard him let out a joke about his brother and his whereabouts.

Josh was made to promise to not cause anymore trouble while on the ship or else they would be banned from any Happiest place on Earth or water forever.

Jake didn’t give a shit about anything else. Tonight was Pirate Night. And you best believe he brought his clothes with him. Everything but his real sword because last time they got in trouble at Medieval Times. For this occasion, he has a bubble sword which he thought would be fitting with the boat AND it’s fun!

Danny was taking a photo of Goofy holding Sam in a headlock, laughing and trying not to break down completely at the image of Sam legitimately getting a little freaked out and the soulless smile Goofy was giving to the camera.

“ARRRRRRR!” Was all he heard from behind him along with people saying, “Oh my god! This year they have Pirates of the Caribbean cast members?”

He turned around with a smile knowing what he was going to see. And there Jake was. Stood with one foot on the railing of the ship, posing with his hand out as people took photos. He was wearing his pirate outfit, complete with a hat this time with a red bandana on his head underneath, eyeliner, hair teased a little, giving Jack Sparrow if he shaved. Danny laughed when he spotted the bubble sword tucked away in his belt.

People started taking photos with Jake as he stood there with the sea and the horizon behind him. Posing away as Sam finally got out of Goofy’s headlock. “He really was a fucking pirate in his last life.” Danny nodded

“What do you think you were?” He genuinely wanted to know

Sam took a sip of a drink that appeared in his hand as he took his camera from Danny with the other. “I don’t know….a garden gnome?” He said seriously before walking away from his friend to quickly snap a picture of Jake with a bunch of people taking photos with him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Pirate Night!” Was announced loudly and everyone started cheering as the cast members were all in a line, waving and dancing to the music that was playing, dressed in their cute, best pirate attire.

Jake unsheathed his bubble sword and started waving it about, really adding to the atmosphere and tone of the night as everyone smiled, snapped pics, and enjoyed themselves.

“We will begin the fireworks shortly, there are themed drinks for everyone to enjoy so please help yourself.” One crew member announced, and so did everyone. The lads all stood there with a drink and clinked their glasses together. But Josh was missing.

“Where did he get to now?” Danny asked, looking around the crowd of people.

Jake stood smiling away just taking in the moment but did note it was weird he was missing since he loved fireworks and fire so much, AND alcohol.

Sam snapped a pic of someone falling over on the deck and then nodded in agreement that it was odd. “He’s probs in another costume or something.”

After a few minutes the fireworks began. Everyone stood ‘ooing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the colours and sparkles. The reflections of the fireworks on the sea made the experience much more different than seeing fireworks just blast off into the black inky sky above.

Suddenly, someone from the crowd let out a, ‘what the fuck?!”

The boys turned around to find Josh wearing a big pair of sunglasses and his brown jumpsuit. But he was also wielding two of those firework swords, lit.

“PIRATE NIGHT BABY!!” Was all he yelled out before it started going off, shooting random sparks up into the air and on the boat. Mayhem broke out and everyone started screaming.

Jake grabbed his bubble sword and started to try and join in and make some bubbles. Sam was laughing at the chaos as the cast members were running away from Josh as he stood there, grinning like a maniac as Danny yelled at him to stop. “JOSH! STOP IT!”

As the swords finally stopped. Danny looked around at the cruise ship and let out an annoyed sigh. “SEE! AND IT STILL WENT ON THE ROOF!”

#gvf #greta van fleet #gvf fic #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf fanfic #josh gvf #josh kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka #sam gvf #sam kiszka #danny gvf #danny wagner #fics #LMAOO THIS IS JUST TERRIBLE IM SORRY

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alien-slushie · 2 years

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Hi! If it's okay, can you write a maribat Damian X Marinette with class salt, Alya salt, Adrien salt, Lila salt and Bustier salt based on this prompt please? 🙂 (I send you a link 'cause the prompt is a bit long sorry! ^^')

https://at.tumblr.com/sayuricorner/maribat-salt-prompt-adopted-sisterenigma-au/xcl9fupxbi9s

Disclaimer: I don't hate any MLB characters, salt drama is just funny, and I want to get my writing enthusiasm back. Don't like, don't read. And any hate comments that are not constructive criticism will be laughed at and then ignored so don't waste your own time.

Thank you for the prompt, this was a lot to read and comprehend, and I wanted to include as much as I could from what was provided in the prompt, but this turned out pretty messy and bad, so I am so sorry if this isn't how you imagined. Anyway, let's get into this.

Contains: Batman crossover, (Mild)Class, (Mild)Adrian, Lila, and Bustier Salt, cannon typical violence, brief mention of child abandonment, Daminette, Le Coin de Sayuri's OC as a Main Character(as the prompt asks), Not beta read, (kinda)implied past Batman x Riddler.

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Title: The Weird Life fo Jade Dupain-Cheng

Jade Dupain-Cheng, the older daughter of Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng. In complete honesty she was adopted, though for your own safety you shouldn't bring it up as a slight towards her. Jade had come to terms with her birth, how she was found, by chance, in a Gotham dumpster as a baby by her grandma Gina and was adopted by her parents, so her adoption being brought up never really bothered her. Her parents loved her, her sister loved her, her extended family loved her, and that was enough for her. But the Dupain-Cheng family was tight knit, and proud and did not take shots fired at their family lightly, and while they didn't try to hide the adoption or anything so absurd, Jade was as much their blood and Marinette was. But no matter what the Gotham snark seemed to be ingrained into her blood.

Oh Jade was every bit as golden hearted as her sister, but she had every shred of snark and scrappy intelligence that was needed to survive the streets of Gotham. She was smart, and wordsy, she could twist and tangle anything anyone said to make them embarrass themselves. Though, she was too well raised to use it against anyone that didn't deserve it(ie, anyone who slighted herself, her sister, or her family). And though she was only born four months before Marinette(to the day, hilariously enough, born March 9th), she took her role as Marinette's big sister very seriously.

They were in separate classes, the school feeling that pairing siblings together encouraged in fighting, cheating, and/or co-dependance. It did little to curb Jade's involvement with her sister's class however. She loved her sister, truly she did, but she was a naturally hard worker on the best of days and a supreme over achiever on the worse, she just didn't know how or when to stop herself, As a result Jade had a rather bland feeling towards Marinette's class. She didn't necessarily like them, but she also didn't hate them. She did wish they showed Marinette proper appreciation from time to time but while rude, they weren't doing it from a place of malice. There was the issue with her crush on Adrian that Jade had to deal with, what with Marinette's female classmates fanning the flames into borderline obsession, but Marinette was always one to be talked down, and the harsh tongue lashing the girls got after the Beaver Incident(do NOT ask) but a swift end to that mess. And do not get her started on the Ladybug situation. Jade hated Hawkmoth /before/ she knew Ladybug was her sister, but afterwards she was determined to see him burn. Initially she was in shocked, as anyone would be, but looking back it had been pretty obvious, and after sitting in a borderline comatose state for three hours, Jade was extremely proud of her sister and for her sake, and maybe her own, never spoke a single word about knowing, not even a few weeks later when Ladybug appeared in her room.

After finding out Marinette was Ladybug everyone else sort of fell into place and she was able to connect who everyone else was, except for Chat Noir, as he had been chosen by someone else and not Marinette. Because of that, Jade was somewhat unsurprised when the spotted hero appeared at her window with a Miraculous. She knew that things were tense between Marinette and Alya, so while the fox being replaced wasn't a surprise to her, her being the replacement had been. And thus, Silver Fox was born.

And through it all she had only ever been akumatized once, after she found out about the idiot storm that had overtaken her sister's class. Marinette hadn't spoke a word to her about Lila. Oh she knew Marinette had been unfairly expelled, and while pissed she had let the matter go for Marinette's sake once the matter was cleared up, and then she was asked to go to the nurse's office to escort Marinette home. Marinette was quick to assure her that it was an accident, she had gotten into a fight with Alya and the girl had shoved her down in a moment of anger, but kept pushing and it all came out. The lies, the betrayal, the slights made towards Marinette by the people who were supposed to be her friends. Her anger and frustration had consumed her, and in her moment of weakness, she took the butterfly. Her time as an akuma had been short, she would never willingly hurt her sister, possessed by a butterfly or not, but it did happen. Using her akumafication as an excuse Jade pushed to be moved to Marinette's class, and while the teacher, Bustier especially, were hesitant, Sabine Dupain-Cheng made it happen. With her presence in class Marinette became outcast but no dared hurt or bad mouth her.

Not all was bad though, Chloe did seem to be making a turn for the better. While the would-be princess was by no means friends with them, she had sloppily apologized. She still obviously had a long way to go, but it was a start, no matter how minimal it was. Marinette's crush on Adrien also slowly dried up, and one night the girls spent carefully removing her collages off the walls before breaking into the ice cream tub.

And then the Cultural Exchange Program was announced. Jade was surprised on where they would be going. Gotham was /the/ most dangerous city in all of America, why would any teacher from anywhere agree for a class of 13-14 year olds to go there of all places, school necessity or not? According to Marinette, Ms. Bustier used it as an example and Lila had latched onto the idea, and Marinette had been out voted. Jade was even more surprised the parents agreed, Marinette and Jade were only permitted because Jade was curious about her birth city and their grandma Gina would be in the city to watch over them, even then they were given strict rules they had to follow, such as: not going out at night, no going anywhere without their safety keychains(equip with: bear mace, a mini taser, body alarm/gps, seatbelt cutter, whistle, foldable knife, and window breaker, both customized with little yarn dolls, curtesy of Marinette), and calling them every breakfast, lunch, and dinner, no matter the time difference. Though from a few whispers she gathered the other students didn't tell their parents where they were going, or outright lied because they knew they wouldn't be allowed to go.

Something told her the exchange was going to interesting.

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The Cultural Exchange Program was to las three months, and for the first month everything was fine. There was a slight language barrier, Jade and Marinette was stuck having to deal with the class 24/7, and culture shock was real, but other than that things were generally going very smoothly, they were roomed together and other than a confusing couple of times they were ambushed by rogues, only to see Jade and turn tail for some reason(?), the Americans seemed nice enough. Damian Wayne had been a right pain in the butt, but Marinette fully body flipping him to the ground in Gym class seemed to turn his whole opinion around, for them at least, as he went from pain in the butt to rude but somewhat polite.

Yes Jade laughed when he awkwardly asked her on a date. Yes Jade laughed when Marinette agreed and he turned 50 shades of red all at once. And yes Jade tore Adrien Agreste apart when he got on Marinette's case for "agreeing to date Damien just to out Lila as a liar!", followed by another ripping to shreds of Lila when she claimed, "Marinette is a no good, boyfriend stealing has been that would amount to nothing." Neither Adrien or Lila were very popular with the class after that, seemingly coming to their senses a little too late.

But everything came crashing down when she and Marinette came face to face with the Riddler. It had been like looking into a funhouse mirror, she looked so much like him, but also so different. She could map out their similarities, even the inflections in their voices were similar! The Riddler fled and Marinette guided a shocked Jade back to their dorm.

The next morning Jade contacted Poison Ivy, a rogue who had taken a liking to Marinette, and together they were able to meet with the Riddler again. With Marinette's hand gripped tightly in her own she explained the circumstances of her birth and they got a blood test drafted. It took a few heart wrenching days, but they got the results back.

Positive.

There was only a 1% chance the Ribbler, Edward Nygma, was not her father.

When Jade called their parents that night, she told them everything and was reassured that if she wanted a relationship with her father that it was okay with them, and they just hoped she'd keep them updated. Jade cried wrapped in her siters arms while on call with her parents, and later set up another meeting.

Meeting her birth father again was awkward, especially when Batman dropped by to check over the situation. Jade was unsure of the relationship between the two, but it was somehow more awkward than her own relationship with the estranged Rogue. According to Robin, who dropped by with Batman and was chatting Marinette, suspiciously enough, there used to be some serious tension between the two, and while it was still tense it was now more just awkward. But as Jade sat back and took in everything that had happened in her life, no matter how weird or crazy, she actually quite enjoyed it.

#miraculous ladybug salt prompt #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #lila salt #maribat #daminette #lila rossi salt #class salt #bustier salt #Adrian salt #chloe redemption

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mysteriesofloves · 10 months

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when you say less is more could you expand on that?

like less description or less plot in general?

sorry if you’re having trouble getting in the groove but you’ll always be a writer - and a beautiful writer at that - to us!!!

descriptions/exposition/etc like… this is why editing i think is more important than the actual writing. i love sprawling wordsy descriptions obviously and they’re very fun but they will never be as effective as one or two lines that say it succinctly. i think both have their place tho. but don’t worry about like word count or anything i find that the less you bury the “point” or your intent behind lots of words the better you get it across.

#and thank you 😚#asks

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nostalgia-tblr · 11 months

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31, 32, and 33!! —thot-son-of-odin

31. Do you use a beta reader/editor?

No, but I used to. It was just that when something is finished I don't want to have to change anything significant in it so I was really just after a human spellcheck and I didn't like bothering people for that and then being unable to post the thing while I was still high on it, and I felt like I had probably written enough to be confident that the things I write are at least not a complete mess and that I've spelled most of it correctly so I just stopped using beta-readers. Oh no!

32. Do you take fic requests? Why or why not?

No because if I owe something to someone that is PRESSURE and it will stress me out! Same reason I don't fic-fests etc that have deadlines attached. Writing is hard enough when the only person I have to please is myself, I can't handle having to produce something someone else likes as well D:

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

I've been writing longer things for the past year or so but I still usually end up somewhere between 1000 and 4000 words so I suppose that. Sometimes it's fun to have to hit an exact wordcount (this is why drabbles are exactly 100 words and anyone who says otherwise is wrong!!!) though, and I only rarely get even close to 10k words because... well, I tell myself it's because I'm concise but I don't know really. I'm just not a very wordsy writer, I suppose? I prefer reading shorter fics too though so it works out okay.

#replies #fanfiction writing asks meme

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eye-of-the-silver-dragon · 3 years

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Codex of Thing Posts

Moste Excellente Humans, here is a (hopefully) comprehensive list of ask games and such post-y things that I feel are necessary to pin to the top of my blog!

Take a look at my small, silly little about me post!

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Ask Games

I like answering asks! Please let me know which one you're sending in asks for! I can probably figure it out but I am somewhat slow and may not understand which you want very quickly lol

Get To Know Me asks

Color Ask Game #1 (the color palettey one)

Color Ask Game #2 (the wordsy one)

Outside Asks

Autumn Asks

Arcana Game Asks

This probably qualifies as an ask game, tag me or yourself

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General Stuff

1. Anons are very welcome! Feel free to sign off with an emoji or two if you like and I'll tag you when I do your asks :)

2. Please be friendly and kind here! I want this to be a place where people feel safe. If I say or do something that offends you or is not the best way to say something (I use a word that's offensive without realizing it, or something like that), it's okay to tell me! I won't be upset, I promise, and will try to fix whatever it is that I said! :)

3. Mild spice warning, maybe? I'll try to keep this blog spice-free, but if you're under 18, just be aware that I may occasionally have some slightly spicy things on this blog!

4. I will do my very best to tag spice & trigger/content warnings. If you see something I missed, please tell me!

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My OCs

I have a brief description of each of them at the end of this post but I will likely write up info about them later. For now, feel free to ask about them! I have a sideblog for Maris at @the-diary-of-maris-flynn, and my art sideblog is currently at @fireflies-and-dewdrops.

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Tyria Vaani, Togruta Jedi Knight (Star Wars/SW5e D&D)

Dymetra, Pantoran Jedi Padawan (Star Wars/SW5e D&D)

Maris Flynn, the Ferryman's Daughter (Sea of Thieves)

Rana Orasi, Breton Vampire, Slayer of Harkon (Skyrim)

Eonahl Rigehr, Nord Companion (Skyrim)

Seraphina Bellegrade, Heartless Wizardess (D&D, I did make her in Skyrim)

Laith (last name pending), Student of Quandrix (Strixhaven, D&D)

Vasya Kameneva, Student of Witherbloom (Strixhaven, D&D)

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theonlythingimfuckingisstupid · 2 years

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hi you're a writer and also smarter than me so how do you go about starting a project

don't know about smarter, but i can definitely share a little bit on starting something :)

its a lot easier for me to write a oneshot/short fic than a whole ass story, but to start either of them, I come up with a small, not uber specific plan for what i'm going to write.

when starting a oneshot, it's important to remember not to add too many details unless it's a running joke/something important in the media/your wip that you want to bring attention to. i do this a lot when working on some side chapters on my wip to get a sense of character personalities, even though it’s not really needed all the time

with starting a whole ass story, always remember it doesn't have to be perfect. i always restart writing if i don't like how something sounds/how it all fits together and end up having like ten starts to the story that are all roughly the same. if you want to write something a little different, just make a little note and you can change it next rewrite

depending on how much you want to plan your story, you can have a timeline or bullet points of what you want in the story. i usually have bullet points for a short fic, just a small idea in mind for a oneshot and usually a timeline for a wip.

and since i just realized i've gone off subject, i'm gonna try to get back on.

just make sure you're gonna have fun with it, remember, this is a hobby, not a chore! sit somewhere comfortable and do wrist stretches before you start because that is VERY IMPORTANT if you're going to be writing for a while (a quick google search should find some good ones to use) if you have somewhere to go, set a timer for a few minutes before you have to go so you can finish up your chapter/paragraph/sentence and close everything.

even if you're not really sure that your story is ready to be written, start as soon as you want. you can always do more worldbuilding/tweak the storyline/ change some characters and add a note then change it later :) you're never gonna feel like your story is ready to be written because you created it and it can always be improved to you, but your readers won't know about an arc you decided to skip out on or some worldbuilding you didn't add

and another thing is to remember that you don't have to make it perfect, especially in the beginning. my very first story will never see the light of day. i keep it in a corner in my room and every once in a while, i look at and read through it for a few minutes to remind myself why i write. the story is full of tropes i enjoy and names i like, as well as the main antagonist having someone i don't like's name. it's not good, but i loved writing it

ok, my brain is starting to meash words together when i read so im gonna end it here, sorry its so long and wordsy. hoep i heped a little bit :D

#em rambles #(a lot)#writing help #starting a project #thank you for the ask :)

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clocks-are-round · 2 years

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🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc). 🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to? 🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

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ffhddfs so many

ok, will tackle these one by one, here goes

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I was very proud of the reception to my fic Gone.

It hit me hard, but it seemed to hit you all harder! It was reblogged with many crying emojis 😌

When you write a really hard hitting fic, at least in my experience, it’s still draining but it doesn’t hurt as much as reading one. For one thing, you’re reading it over and over which desensitizes you. For another, they’re your own words so there’s a level of separation rather than emotional intimacy, ironically.

So, that being said, I don’t know if an angst fic is effective until people tell me. Even if I find it stressful and draining (looking at you anxiety.exe), I don’t know if that reaction will be universal!

So getting such positive feedback (crying is good, right? lol) and praise on Gone really makes me happy! Hopefully it hasn’t all… Gone to my head *badumm tss*

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Hmmm… POV-wise I haven’t written most characters. Carolina could be interesting.

The idea of writing from the perspective of anyone but Grif, Simmons, Tucker, or Caboose is intimidating, but then again I thought that about Tucker until recently.

You just gotta dig a little deeper~

The first couple fics with a character often feel a little awkward and clunky but I know the only way to hit my stride with a character is practice.

Still mostly (side-eyes Imogen Simmons POV) focusing on those four in my current WIPs POV-wise, but I’ll branch out.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

I’ll do my fave of mine to reread and my fave of another’s.

Weirdly enough, I really liked rereading Dysfunctional. Before Gone, it was not only my longest (second-longest? idk) fic but imo my best written. I think it was also the first I crafted OCs for (Simmons’ parents). I reread all of my fics because I enjoy it (why else?) but that one holds a special place in my heart. Sarge’s lines getting positive responses despite my previous lack of confidence in writing Sarge-y dialogue, the pain successfully reaching the readers, Imogen’s characterization as an emotionally manipulative bitch motivated by nostalgia and an ego accustomed to “fixing” things by molding everything and everyone in her life to the way she likes them. And anger. She was extremely bitter in that fic. Everything about it, really.

As for fics by others, unfortunately I write more than I read. I’ve gotten myself to read more lately because of Kaleidoscope, a fic on ao3 by Keetahspacecat, so hopefully I’ll be finally getting around to my long list of fic authors soon.

For now, I haven’t really reread many fics, but I think about a few of them often. Most because they are pain, though. Hmm… Comfort…

Well, looking at my ao3 bookmarks I’ll have to recommend The Better Stuff by wordsy

“So so good definitely worth rereading some time. Wash being so vulnerable, Tucker being so caring and also delighting in making Wash laugh, Grif and Simmons lending a hand aaaaahhhhhh it's so good and sweet and warm and aaahhh”

-Direct quote, me, 19 Aug 2021

#rvb #about my fics #fanfic ask game

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years

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Sammy’s and Normans first kiss?

I don't usually poke at these sorts of themes, but fair warning: This is slightly NSFW due to a few "wandering hands" on Sammy's part.

Summary: If there's anything that Norman regrets, it's his and Sammy's disaster of a first kiss...

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Susie's and Sammy's messy breakup over the replacement of Alice Angel's voice actress role had taken an even bigger toll on the studio than anyone could have ever imagined. Morale had already been low with the steady increase of workload, and the stress of overclocking to chug through the narrowing time frames between deadlines. So having both Sammy Lawrence and Susie Campbell, two of the most outspoken and loud folk in the studio, in such low spirits really had an impact on the other employees.

Sammy took it out on people, his fragility making his temperament unstable to the point lashing out felt like an easier way to cope than to deal with his emotional turmoils head on.

Susie resorted to pettier methods. Decreasing morale with rumors and cruel gossip, and overall making any voice over roles she got (the very same low grade background characters she'd begun with) a nuisance to get done if just to make Sammy's life more difficult. This in turn, fed the perpetual cycle of anger and frustration that permeated the recording booth.

Susie was gaslighting Sammy, and Sammy was verbally assaulting people in retaliation. All of this generated by Joey Drew "accidentally" sending everyone but the intended employee a memo detailing sensitive information regarding their work.

Truly, Norman was at his wits end from pure exasperation over Drew's tactics to keep the studio under his iron grasp. He knew the sort of dangerous game that devil of a man was playing, and he hated how easily everyone fell into place.

Above all, he hated what Joey was slowly shaping both Sammy and Susie into.

Back in Louisiana Norman had a particular childhood bully who was the ringleader of the bigger meaner kids in town. He was a scrawny meek looking boy with a devious spark in his eye. A thinker instead of a go-getter.

That boy had made Norman's life a living hell, up until his growth spurt came in (he'd been a late bloomer so that had been a good 15 years under that little hellion's tyrannical grasp). Once Norman became bigger than his bullies, that clever bastard had tried buttering up to him. Get him nice and friendly so he'd fall in line with the rest of the thugs.

Once Norman 'kindly refused', he'd instead tried to make him look bad to the rest of the neighborhood. Not too hard, considering he'd always been a bit of a sneak, but honestly he'd never much minded what others thought.

Norman was the weird kid with the crazy eye, and the lightest feet in town. He could sneak up on the feral cats that lived in the overgrown playground without getting heard, and he was the kid that knew sign language because one day his hearing was going to go because he was born with something inherently wrong with his ears. He was also the kid that woke up at 5AM sharp to run training drills with his old man and his siblings.

Nothing the little jerk could do or say had ever made much of an impact on his reputation. Then one day of course his little sister came in missing a braid and his little brother had a split lip. That day Norman beat the shit out of that hellspawn and got in trouble for standing up to his bully.

That's what Drew was doing. Pulling all sorts of cheap manipulative tactics that were slowly shaping the people he employed into being predisposed to doing whatever he felt like.

Be it light threats hidden in passive aggressive comments, invitations to lunches or dinners where he'd test his boundaries of control over certain situations like who paid the bill or what sort of seed of doubt he could implant in someone's brain, or even feed the fires of someone's ire by meddling with their relationships.

By doing this to Sammy, especially, Joey was destroying his reputation as a respectable musician. The blond music director may be unreasonably unsociable, but that did not affect the quality of his work in the least. If anything Sammy seemed to work better under a more private setting.

Now that he was the focus of scrutiny and that people were constantly intruding upon his given workspace however, things were blurring. Professional and personal life had mixed and Joey was purposefully poking a sleeping bear to maintain control over the only composer he knew he could effortlessly keep under his control.

If Sammy so much as tried to quit, the damage of his current behaviors would ensure he'd never be employed ever again, and then where would he go from there when he had bills and rent to pay, and another mouth to feed?

Susie too was at risk.

She'd taken the hit so badly that she was actively fighting her employer and superior by behaving in an almost childish way in protest over being personally wronged. By demeaning her own work she was risking one of Joey's infamous blacklistings from the working industry. Who'd hire a difficult broad that thought she ran the show?

No one, that's who. Not in this overly masculine society.

20 years ahead of both in experience, Norman was well and truly concerned. Both of them weren't bad people. They were fine adults with their whole life ahead of them if they played their cards right and sorted their emotional bullshit before snakes like that devil Drew got them cornered like mice in a maze. They were also both very competent and passionate about their work (which honestly was very attractive to him).

Obviously they weren't getting it on their own, so he had to stir them towards the right path somehow. A little nudge.

If only things weren't so hard in this damn studio… Getting to Susie was complicated considering she was avoiding people. And Sammy? Well, Sammy had some concerning vices.

"He's been drinking." Jack had taken Sammy under his wing a while back. Norman knew how much the lyricist cared for his coworker and friend, so the pain in his voice was palpable. "He's hardly himself anymore. He's resorting to racist comments and shouting matches because he can't come up with any real reason to put people down, and I caught Wally straight up crying in the bathroom the other day because Sammy made fun of his spots to the point he couldn't take it anymore."

"Miss Campbell ain't doin' no better. Word is she pitched a mighty tantrum ta other day in ta booth." At least that's what he'd witnessed while doing his usual rounds. "Sammy threatened ta write her up so Joey would fire her."

"Don't remind me… I was conducting the band while Sammy helped Miss Pendle, and then Susie just barged in!" Jack ran a hand over his tired face, looking a decade older than he actually was. Just from how frustrated the situation left him. "I'm losing my best friend Norman… If this keeps up I won't be able to stand Sammy. Wally feels just about the same with Susie. They're hurting everyone around them and they don't care because they're so caught up on attacking each another…"

"They is more stubborn than a mule in ta field. Ain't nothin' I could say that could fix what Drew's meddlin' has done, but I could sure try ta call them ta reason." He muses. "I've had ta knock some sense into Sammy before. Could use the reminder..."

"You're not gonna hit him are you? Norman you could get fired…" Jack looked concerned at this.

"N'aw. Drew don't care, I roughed him up before and our 'kindly boss' didn't give a rat's ass 'bout his wellbeing." Norman stated. "Henry sure did give me an earful tho…"

"Who…?"

"An old friend… Anyhow, can't hurt ta go see Sammy 'bout his deplorable behavior. You know where he gone off to?" Norman dismissed the question with a smile.

Jack shrugged at him in reply.

"You could try his office. Unless you know where he holes himself up, then he's probably there." The shorter of the two men fixed his bowtie and grabbed his hat from the hanger at the door. "Please go easy on him… It's not his fault."

"Don't excuse him being a right pain to everyone else."

"No, but you wouldn't blame a wounded dog to bite when cornered would you?"

"That's what a muzzle is for."

Not that a muzzle would work on Sammy's sort of breed. He was not one to be silenced so easily in his pain.

Subdued… Maybe, if he had a couple of glasses of that yummy bravery juice and an ear to badger. He wasn't a wordsy man in the sense that he could elaborate what he felt. He was more the word vomit type that said what he felt in bursts. Not very articulate but definitely trying to show what was going on in that confused head of his.

Silencing Sammy was not worth the effort. It'd only make the situation worse. At best, Norman hoped to get him talking after knocking him about just a little.

It never occurred to him that he'd end up doing something else entirely.

Jack hadn't been kidding. The kid had indeed been drinking, and god the smell of whiskey in his office was overpowering. It came off thicker than Sammy's cheap cologne, and it definitely reminded him of his Pepaw's bootlegging days. The sharp smell of alcohol and a man's bitter tears beneath the dense musk of despair.

Norman crinkled his nose in displeasure as he watched the wiry frame of the blond music director draped over his desk like some twisted puppet that had its strings cut off abruptly. A soft noise made him roll his good eye, wondering when Sammy had fallen so far from grace to the point he was openly snoring in his office like he didn't care about his reputation.

He walked closer, half ready to slap him awake when he realized the noises weren't snores. More like keening whimpers. Soft and throaty, just barely contained.

Then he really scrutinized what the kid was doing. Left arm cushioning his head, while the other was… Oh.

"Fuckin' Christ Sammy…"

The other's flushed face turned to look at him with a jump, his hand still stuck in his pants, and his eyes just barely focusing.

The wretched smell of alcohol and sweat were already an indicative of his state of inebriation. The lack of shame in his actions, another indication.

But then it was the way he was staring up at him that really gave Norman a scope of just how shitfaced Sammy was.

".........S'dat you Norms…?" Speech slurred and bleary eyed. Drunk as an Irishman on Saint Patty's, or a German man on Oktoberfest. This was not a dignified way to find the ornery composer. If anything Norman felt wrong intruding on… Whatever this was. A pity wank?

"I… should come back later." He was not dealing with this.

"No!" Sammy reached out for him. "S'day. S'ged'ing lon'ly…"

The taller of the two froze and bit his lip in discomfort. He was not staying to watch Sammy jack off, there was no way in hell. He'd seen Piedmont enough times to warrant a restraining order if the man ever found out what he'd been up to while hiding in the walls. He wasn't going to perv on someone 20 years younger than himself. That was just wrong... As hypocritical as that may sound.

"I really should let yous finish that…" he tried to back off, but the other clearly wasn't getting it. Counting bottles, Norman could guess why exactly that was. Just how much had Sammy drank?

"Pl'ase. S'day… D'n't wonna… D'n't feel good all al'ne…" Sammy sniffled loudly. Still reaching out for him with his unoccupied hand. The other was still very much preoccupied down south, from what he could tell in the dark.

"Sammy Lawrence I am not watchin' you pleasurin' yourself like some deviant! That ain't right!" Hypocrite, the little voice in the back of his mind hissed. You would.

"Why no'd…? You cute…" Had he… had Sammy just called him cute? A man twice his age and well outside the whole petit brunettes sort he liked? "Big an' han'some… You cou'd brea' me… I'd let's you…"

This was… this was not what he imagined when he'd come to confront Sammy. That hungry, lustful look under the drunken stupor. The way he wasn't even trying to hide his pleasure as he unapologetically stroked himself while speaking to Norman.

An open invitation. It evoked something the older of the two men had been trying to bury for a while now. Desire. A desire that was certainly making his own trousers feel a tad constrictive.

But he couldn't. Not like this. Sammy wasn't in the right state of mind for this.

As if reading his mind, the blond stumbled forward. The projectionist backed up once more to avoid his grasp, but found his back colliding with the office door. Closing it and cornering himself in the process.

Sammy breached his personal space and put a hand to his chest. Norman tensed under his touch, watching transfixed as the composer felt up his pecks in clear adoration. Adoration. Sammy Lawrence was showing something other than annoyance towards him and it felt like he was watching the man being enlightened in some way.

"So strong…" He felt himself swallowing around a thick lump in his throat as Sammy's purrs got to his groin rather quickly. "So han'some…"

Norman's good eye went back to the fiddling hand, just barely able to see what was happening beneath fabric. Then he felt Sammy's exploring touch lower until it rest between his legs.

"So big…" The blond whispered seductively before he pressed their lips together in a bid to get what he wanted. Get what both wanted. The taste was both vile and tempting. So hard to push away... But Norman knew it was inherently wrong to exploit.

"Ok that's enough a' this charade!" He grabbed hold of Sammy's shoulders and pushed him off, ignoring the painful ache between his legs that begged for the music director's hand to return. "Yous don't just go feelin' up a fella's package you damn twit! If I was one o' them homophobes I woulda beat yous black an' blue for this! Ya gotta be smart Sammy, or yous is gonna end up dead one o' these days!"

The blond stared up at him in confusion and mild shock, clearly unhappy about the rejection. He pulled his hand out of his trousers and just stared at him with that semi unfocused gaze that was slowly gaining a bit of clarity as time progressed.

"... Did… I do bad…?" His confusion soon turned into frustrated anger "Why m'I never good 'nough?!"

"Sammy what are ya hollerin' 'bout?"

"M'I ugly? W'y s'everyone got'a leave?!" Sammy stalked back over and pushed Norman against the door, clearly ready to blow up out of anger. "M'I not good 'nough for you?!"

"Sammy…"

"J'ust wonna feel! Feel good!" The music director looked him in the eye, practically begging. "Wonna feel good! Pl'ease! Ju'sh wonna feel loved!"

"Wouldn't be right… you're drunker than a skunk… ain't right kid. Please see reason…" He pleaded, honestly pleaded with the distraught man.

To his credit, it sort of worked. Sammy cried out in anger and shoved him a few more times against the door for good measure, before collapsing into a crying heap. All Norman could really do was kneel down and try to comfort him.

"J'us wonna m-matter…"

"Damn it Sammy… You do matter." He held him closely, feeling bitter about the circumstances behind the gesture. "Yous don't gotta offer yourself up like this ta feel like you do…"

Rather than reply, Sammy sobbed and clung to him for dear life. Letting all the pent-up heartbreak out.

The games Drew played… they had an impact that Norman truly despised. Ones that lead people into the brink of desperation. Sammy was already a casualty of it, Susie not far behind.

That night Norman took it upon himself to take Sammy home, not trusting the kid to be able to go on his own. He practically carried him all the way, making sure to go through less frequented streets to conserve some of the dignity the music director had left.

Knocking on the door and having to explain to Sammy's sister that he was out of it was... Distressing. That girl may be a ray of sunshine, but the obvious disapproval behind Abigail's eyes was colder than ice.

They'd been at odds recently, the two siblings, because of just how badly things were spiraling.

Abigail wanted Sammy to leave the studio, find something else to do that didn't take such a toll on his mental health. Sammy refused, out of pride and fear for what Drew might do to sabotage him.

Norman found that this was another thing he couldn't exactly fix. Wherever that devil of a man looked, a strange taint followed. Even something as pure as a sibling bond, or a kiss.

And god, did Norman regret that damn kiss.

What a fucking mess.

#Eps Writes:#Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Sammy Lawrence #Norman Polk #Norman believes in consent #Also fuck Joey Drew

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jomeimei421 · 5 years

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Do you have any more non-shippy fics to recommend. I read through the entire list that you posted a while back, and I'm having trouble finging more that I like.

(the original list)

hello

Headspaces by @eponymous-rose

ALRIGHT let’s kick it off with some Recovery One!! There’s actually a criminally low number of Recovery One stuff from Doc’s persepective but the ones that we do have are OOF...amazing...It’s always interesting to see the way Recovery Wash acts to our Wash, so this sort of thing is a nice little character study on both Wash and Doc. GEN/CHARACTER STUDY

Also, EponRose has a bunch of other stuff on their Ao3 that you should check out! They’re a really versatile writer so there’s Chorus stuff, Freelancer stuff, and Red team stuff as well 👀👀👀

Waiting for Rain by @saltsanford

Speaking of Doc and Wash fics, here’s a little spin off LRBTG! After Doc leaves he goes back to Valhalla, and later when Carolina and the reds and blues pass through, he gets a chance to talk to Wash and see how he’s changed. Ft. Wash’s eternal guilt complex for shooting Donut!! GEN

Also if you haven’t read everything in Saltsanford’s library stop reading this list and go do it right now because I’m going to end up recommending all of it anyway

Home is Just a Four Letter Word by tatsumaki_sama

You’ve heard of Wash gets a cat fics...but have you read the Wash IS A CAT FIC?????

Ok though in all seriousness this fic is kind of short and sweet, and when I say sweet I mean real life Tooth Rotting brand fluff. I really wasn’t expecting to enjoy this one as much as I did, but it’s actually really cute! Also Caboose bringing home a pet and that pet just happening to be Wash is basically what happened in canon so?? FLUFF (haha)

Foreign Agent by @wordsysayswords

oh dear lord do I love this fic

Wash learns about one of the more unknown roles of being blue team leader, and exacts revenge. THATS LITERALLY ALL I CAN TELL YOU. If I say any more I’ll spoil it and MY GOD you don’t want me to do that because this fic hilarious GEN/HUMOR

Wordsy;;;;gift....to fandom...the love of my life...writing...good..can make.words go nice and I say......nice..Wordsy writes a lot of Tuckington, but a lot of it can be read as gen too! I reccomend reading some because if you just turn up your nose once it’s tagged as Tuckington you’re missing some grade A content my dude

Dog Tags by @wordsysayswords

After the Hand Of Merope crashes in the canyon, Wash finds himself collecting dog tags and burying what’s left of the crew. His team helps.

Another glorious masterpiece from Wordsy, (whom I love and who has never wronged me except for Blind Date Chapter 8 I Will Never Forgive Never Forget) and this time it’s sort of dark lmao?? But you can probably gather that from the summary. I always thought that the Hand Of Merope crashing was sort of similar to the Mother of Invention crashing and Wordsy kinda went “I got you” and? Like it’s so important to Wash that these people be remembered and I’m like??? Babey... ANGST/HURTCOMF

World So Cruel by @goodluckdetective

The fight off of Charon’s ship against Malcom Hargrove goes awry. One two survive, one red and one blue. ANGST

So you know that hit list I have with all the authors of Bitter Pill on it? Yeah, Iz is at the very top of that list because of this monstrosity that broke into my house and held me at gunpoint. Hear that, Iz? I’m gonna get you. I’ll get you.

This is part of the Darkest Timline AU, and I reccomend checking out An Ending too if you’re still alive after reading World so Cruel

Wars Behind My Face and Above My Throat by tumbleoutyourhair

Wash, and a few times he told people “it’s nothing.” ANGST/HURTCOMF

Ok this one is tagged as Tuckington, but there’s nothing inherently shippy and it’s way too good to omit from this list so you’re getting it anyway!!!!!

Man we sure are getting a lot of angst in this list huh? Wash is resident cockroach right? So he’s always eventually fine, but in the moment when he’s not fine and he insists that he will be and continues to pull increasingly ridiculous feats of self sacrifice...well, that kind of ends up bothering some people.

Cockroaches by @hylian-reptile

Speaking of Wash being a cockroach, here’s some goood old fashioned Merc Wash AU!

This fic is UP THERE with Back To Prison and that one excerpt from PMITG. The concept is the same as always, the reds and blues leave Wash in the snow and he gets put on the USS Tartarus and is eventually picked up by the mercs. I love the!! Sharkface and Aiden Price and how they interact!! It’s honestly a shame that I only recently remembered it existed YIKES because it would have been on that first list ANGST

The Good Stuff and The Better Stuff by @wordsysayswords

Alright, I think that’s enough angst for one recc list, so we’re closing it off with two more of Wordsy’s fluff fics

The Good Stuff: Tucker is injured and gets high off his ass on pain meds. Wash gets stuck looking after him helps out. GEN/HUMOR

The Better Stuff: Wash is injured and gets high off his ass on pain meds. Tucker gets stuck looking after him helps out. GEN/HUMOR

Tagged as Tuckington but not inherently shippy and also?? loopy/drunk Tucker is always a win; it’s way too good to pass up

#rvb #mei talks #rvb fic #agent washington #red vs blue #fic recs

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queen-scribbles · 5 years

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whendragons-fly replied to your post: noooo my pen died

Rip, she lived a good life

A good but very short life; I only bought it a couple weeks ago and used it all up writing 7700 words of Dragon Age fanfic xD Now I know how many wordsI can get out of an InkJoy pen. :D

#queen rambles

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justyourcasuallysufferingdad · 6 years

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As Long As It Takes

Chapters: 1 (you are here), 2

Summary: Thomas started taking medication for his anxiety. Virgil has some concerns.

Ships: Platonic LAMP (but hey if you’d like to read it as otherwise, go right ahead).

Warnings: Angst, fluff, medication, talk of medication. Let me know if I should add anything!

Word count: 2120

Authors Notes: Hey look, I actually posted it! I’m super anxious (ha) about posting this since it’s the first fanfic I’ve ever written. I actually only ended up writing this thanks to @sandersstudies (check out their fics, they’re great!) making a good point, so, thanks! Oh, and sorry for the garbage. I might write another fic if I get an idea so if anyone likes this trash and would like to be added to the tag list for future Sanders Sides fics, feel welcomed to let me know!

It had already been a month since Thomas had begun taking his anti-anxiety medication – of which the three other sides approved of – but Virgil still felt the nauseating pit that had welled up in his gut when Thomas made the decision.

It’s not like he disagreed with it per se, in fact, Virgil was surprised that Thomas hadn’t done it earlier, what with Logan making that suggestion for years, and with Patton and Romans encouragement; but he couldn’t help but feel the ever-growing cold apprehension that was anxiety – not surprising, considering Virgil was that very emotion.

In fact, now that he thought about it, it might not be all that shocking that Thomas hadn’t started taking them earlier. Anxiety can often overtake logic, after all.

Virgil felt quite guilty, honestly, even though he couldn’t help the way he felt. He had prevented Thomas from potentially reaching goals all because of – what was it Thomas had said? Ah, that’s right; “Thoughts I create, questions I ask, fears I have. Nothing more.” Virgil was an inconvenience at best and a potent hindrance at worst, and in this case, he was the latter.

But could anyone blame him? No one knew what could happen if Thomas put himself out there, let alone take medication. What if it didn’t work? What if it only made things worse? What if Thomas was allergic to something in the pills and it killed him? Was that even possible? And Virgil, what would happen to him? Would he just disappear? And why… why had the others seemed so insistent on the matter? Hadn’t they all become closer after filming the Accepting Anxiety videos? Was it all fake? Did they really want him gone?

Virgil realised that perhaps that painful feeling in his gut, that bilious churn, was…hurt. Hurt at the thought that after spending years and years as the outsider, as the antagonist, and then finally feeling accepted and safe, happy even, that maybe it was all fake; like the plays Roman acted out.

He couldn’t see Patton falsifying such a thing, but what if he didn’t know the pun-loving dad figure as much as he thought?

Virgil sighed as he moved to get more comfortable on his bed, adjusting his headphones so they wouldn’t fall off. All these thoughts were causing a flutter of dread to rise in his chest. Usually, he would already be deep in a state of panic, but not this time. Probably the medication, he thought somewhat bitterly.

Sudden knocking at the door caused him to jump up, heart fluttering.

“Virgil!” A voice called. Patton. “C’mon down, kiddo, dinners ready!”

Maybe he could get out of it?

“I made your favourite!”

Darn, he couldn’t, lest he make the epitome of sunshine cry. He’s been avoiding them too much lately anyway, if he keeps this up they’ll start asking questions, and that’s what he needs least of all.

Sighing and rubbing his tired eyes, he stood and made his way to the door. He hesitated before finally opening it.

Dinner was an awkward affair, at least it was for Virgil. He sat silently, playing with his food as Roman and Logan fought over Thomas’ goals, the argument – sorry, conversation – from the video that day continuing into the mind palace, despite Thomas coming to a conclusion.

“What do you think, Sad’s So Raven?”

Virgil’s musings were interrupted by Roman.

“What?”

“Roman wishes to know your view on the issue, that is what Thomas is working towards,” Logan started, “which should be stability in not only income, but health as well, and not some elaborate fantasy built upon fiction.”

Roman gasped, offended, “Well I’m sorry that some of us can’t see the bigger picture, Grumblesaltskin.”

“As much fun as it is watching you two fighting, didn’t Thomas already figure that out?” Virgil asked with a raised brow.

“Virgil’s right!” Patton called, “There’s no need to fight; especially with the issue resolved.”

Logan rubbed his temple in frustration, “The issue may be resolved for now, but eventually one like it will arise once again. It’d be best for everyone to be agreement by then so that it can be dealt with efficiently.”

“I’m not saying I disagree with that,” Roman began, “but we shouldn’t just go through life following the same pattern day after day. Do you realise how boring that’d be? And what about reaching Thomas’ dreams, like the Broadway one?”

“I’ve already said that it’s ok to work towards aspirations, but the main focus must be health and income.”

Virgil felt his heart flutter as the argument continued, the noise and tension causing him to feel claustrophobic and anxious – shocker.

He looked up to see Patton staring at him with concern. He held his gaze for what felt like hours, but in reality, was mere seconds, before breaking the contact and glaring down at his plate.

Patton cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the other two, “Why don’t we talk about this later and watch a movie? We’ve been working really hard, after all; some of us more than others.” Due to Virgil staring at his plate, he didn’t notice Patton’s eyes flick towards him, nor Roman and Logan’s expressions of guilt.

“O-oh,” Logan stuttered awkwardly, “Yes, of course, it is always important to rest when needed.”

“Right!” Roman nodded.

Patton beamed as he swooped everyone’s plates up, humming and walking briskly to wash up.

As Logan and Roman made their way towards the couch, Virgil headed towards the stairs, praying that no one would notice.

“Where’re you going, Breaking Sad?

Damn.

He quickly pulled his hood over his head and turned to Roman, “Er, just to my room.”

“Don’t you want to watch a movie? You can pick!” Patton smiled as he walked out of the kitchen.

“No, um, I’m good. You guys have fun.” Virgil really didn’t need interaction right now, he’d only bring everyone down, anyway.

Once again, he turned to leave but was suddenly stopped when a firm hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to jolt in surprise. He turned to face the offender. Patton? How did he get their so fast?

Noticing Virgils’ unease, Patton loosened his grip, though it still remained.

A sad smile fell upon Patton's’ face, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

Virgil frowned, and licked his suddenly dry lips nervously, “Nothing’s going on.”

A snort drew his attention as his eyes darted to Roman, who was now standing in front of Virgil, with Logan slightly behind, but close.

“That’s rich.”

“Roman.” Patton warned.

“I’ve told you, I’m not the cutesy, wordsy side! Ok?” Roman turned to Virgil, “Somethings obviously going on and I’m… concerned.”

Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes, “Do I need to repeat myself? I said nothing’s- “

“Falsehood.” Logan, who was uncharacteristically quiet, interrupted, “As Roman stated, it’s obvious you’re in some form of distress. Sharing what may be burdening you could help to alleviate it.” Logan attempted to offer a comforting smile, but it turned out more as a grimace. He never was good with emotions.

Before Virgil could form a reply, Patton spoke, “Yeah, I mean, we’re family! You can tell us anything!”

Virgil's heart fluttered at that word. Family. They were family, right? He could talk to them? That’s what families were supposed to do. At least, that’s what Virgil though, though, his experience with a such a thing was near to nothing.

His thoughts, as they always did, quickly turned dark.

What if that was a lie? What if none of them are concerned? Do they really want to know what’s wrong? To talk to him? To have him around? What if they were just acting as if everything was normal until he finally disappeared because of that damn medication?

He felt his breathing quickly picking up. His heart rate increasing. That feeling of nausea returning and tunnel vision forming. Tears began to pick at his eyes, which he quickly blinked away. Oh no. Please no. Not a panic attack. Not now!

“Virgil.”

He gasped quietly as he eyes whipped to Patton.

Patton smiled softly, his grip tightening for a second as if to comfort. “It’s ok.”

Virgil stared. Stared and stared and stared. Until finally, he broke. He told them everything. About the medication, his concerns towards it. His fears that he’d vanish from the mind palace, from Thomas. About his fear of what would happen to Thomas or the other Sides if he was gone. About how the medication was making him anxious, but not at the same time, and how confusing and frustrating it was. He told them about his deep fears, the ones he never shared. How he was afraid that the acceptance was real. That none of the other three truly wanted him there. That they only said he was family, so they could have him on their side to better Thomas – which he wouldn’t disagree with, if it was to protect Thomas. The fear that they all intended to get rid f him with the help of the medication, which was why they were so insistent on it.

Throughout the sudden rant, Virgil did not once make eye contact with the other three, resolutely staring at the ground

At some point, he’s not sure when, but he sat down on the steps. It was only once Virgil finally finished speaking – and came back to the present – did he notice the warm tears pouring down his face, and the even warmer feeling around him.

Patton was two his left, holding Virgil tightly in his arms, while Roman sat at his feet, with a hand on Virgil's’ knee and leaning on his thigh. Logan sat to the left of Virgil, a small distance away as to not make him feel too crowded but close enough to hold his shoulder tightly.

Virgil couldn’t help but wonder, why were they hugging him?

Despite the affection, he waited. He waited for them to tell him that it was true. That all of it was true. That no, they didn’t want him, and that they had been using him.

He waited.

And waited.

Finally, someone spoke.

“We’re sorry.” The voice watering and soft. Patton

Virgil looked at him in confusion.

“Yes, that was inept on our part.” Logan.

“We- we thought you knew. We’re sorry.” Roman.

“What…?” Virgil couldn’t even form a sentence

Noticing that both Roman and Patton were too emotional to explain, Logan spoke up. “What Roman means is that we all believed that taking medication would not only be beneficial to Thomas but to you as well. It would lessen your feelings of panic quite significantly.”

“Which was why,” Roman continued, “we kept pestering Thomas about it. We care about you as much as you care about him, believe it or not.”

“You’re our family, Virgil.” Patton went on, “You’re not just something we could just throw away or get rid of. I-I’m so sorry. I’m sorry we made you feel that way. I’m sorry we never thought to speak with you about it. I’m sorry we just assumed. I, we, need you to know that you’re wanted here. You’re ours. And we’ll remind you as much as you need to no matter how long it takes, even if it’s forever.”

Virgil sniffled. He was dumbfounded but relieved. Of course, negative thoughts had to come and ruin it.

He shook his head, “You’ll all just get sick of having to tell me…”

“Never. I promise.” Roman smiled, “And a prince’s promise is guaranteed.”

“I concur, minus the prince part.” Logan spoke, “I’d like you to know that you most definitely will not disappear. Anxiety is a deeply rooted emotion, that can’t go away with medication or any other means. You are the fight or flight response. Yes, you are heightened, but that does in no way mean we wish for you to be gone. In fact, being the way you are is beneficial. It has allowed us to avoid some… tricky… situations and to escape them. And of course, as Patton said, simply put, you’re family. You’re not going anywhere.”

Virgil rubbed his eyes, not caring that at this point his eye shadow was completely ruined. The tension and stress and fear finally leaving his body for the time being, though he knew they’d return. But of course, he had a family there to chase them away again and again.

He looked up at the three Sides and gave a small smile and a nod. They grinned in return.

“Up for a movie kiddo?”

Virgil, snorted, “Only if it’s Black Cauldron.”

Roman suddenly stood with a dramatic flair, “I am on it!”

Logans’ eyes widened as he watched Roman sprint towards the DVD cabinet.

“Watch out for the coffee table!”

End

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samuelhumphreys · 5 years

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Stayed up all night doing this veerrrry rough mock-up of what the pages of the 'Field Guide to the Endemic Birds of the Wet Tropics of Queensland' might look like. Just have to write all the wordsy mcwords words...and try and fit that giant title on the front cover somewhere. I hope you reckon it's as sexy as I do! -- #13endemics #thewettropics #wettropics #worldheritage #birdsofthetropics #queensland #endemic #australia #birds #naturalhistory #fieldguide #illustration (at Wet Tropics World Heritage Area) https://www.instagram.com/p/Br6FrESn9Jb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=syborqsgggu8

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tabrownwv · 2 years

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Open #poem

This poem I wrote for a Hope Writers challenge was in my memories today and I wanted to share it! 😁 Speak to me lord for I am listeningMy heart is an OPEN book and you are the authorI want my life to be your storyBecause only your words are life giving water Use me lord to write your wordsI want to be OPENTo share what I’ve learnedBecause only you can save this broken and hurting world ©…

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han-pan · 6 years

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Casualties of War, ch. 1

In which Han actually writes fanfic. What is this blasphemy?! Also the smut Also I fucked around a bunch with history. :D

Rating: M, I see you little chitlins, you shouldn’t be on my blog at all, go on now. Characters: Oichi/Katsuie

I should specifically thank @sengokugenkigirl for listening to me yell and cry a lot about this, and @yoolee for planting the seeds and also yelling with me about this. (I say thank them, but also curse them for encouraging me to do this nonsense. Y’all are amazing friendos. <3 )

This is long. I’m not terribly sorry. Nobody wanted this, you are all very welcome.

I don’t like getting wordsy but I like authenticity. Pbthththth. Temari: literally “hand balls”, made originally with wads of kimono fabric, wrapped in strips of fabric and embroidered. It is considered a modern folk art form. It’s...a ball toy for kids. Mandokoro: a very special and very very rare tea, specific to the Lake Biwa region, extremely limited batches even in modern day. Zori: elegant platformed sandals always worn with white split-toe socks. These are *much* more formal shoes. Kanzashi: hair ornament Bira-bira: specifically a fan-shaped kanzashi that has little strips of metal dangling off the wide end of the fan so they “tinkle” when they hit against each other, almost like tiny wind chimes Mokko-mon: Oda Nobunaga’s crest. It’s a flower-y thing, but I can’t find specifically what kind of flower it’s supposed to be so we’re going with this. Shouji: paper doors with the wooden braces. They let in the light, but not the view. Sakazuki: ceremonial shallow sake cup Obi: a thin sash used to keep the kimono closed. An important and fascinating note to keep in mind: the obi we think of today when we consider modern kimono only came into fashion during the Edo period, which is the period of the Tokugawa Shogunate. (They’re the same thing.) In Sengoku, obi are thin sashes and are often knotted at the hip. Juban: like an under-robe undergarment. The layer against the skin to protect the silk and wool of EXPEN$IVE KIMONO from body oils. It is more complicated than this, but I am simplifying. It’s underwear. Omamori: charms, often for good luck or protection. Y’all can buy ‘em from shrines. Seppuku: honorable form of death for disgraced samurai. Not Pretty, but Respected.

She is four, when her father dies, leaving Oichi to her brothers mostly. Even as a child, full of spit and vinegar and something else distinctly Oda, Katsuie knew she was fated to change Japan. What he did not know was how far he would be dragged along for the ride.

He is a young man, one of the youngest retainers, whose proof of loyalty and fortitude grants him a place of honor amongst those who serve Oda Nobunaga. He is close enough to watch as Oichi grows from hands grabbing for the nearest temari, to blossoming youth that hides sharp eyes and a sharper tongue.

Katsuie’s constant presence is taken for granted--she can barely remember times when he was not nearby, until the day he departs for war and her young heart flutters at the thought that he might not return. It stutters to a complete stop the day he does not arrive with the homebound army.

He returns nearly a week later, on her twelfth birthday, leading a beleaguered and battered rear guard and she thinks her overwhelmed and overworked heart might explode. He drags himself into the castle, props himself against the wall, and smiles straight at her. Even with all his pain, he finds kind words for the smallest Oda.

She is the first person he sees when he arrives back at Kiyosu, exhausted and proud of the work they accomplished and relieved to be home. He stands to the side of the castle gate, ushering his men inside and murmuring words of praise, encouragement, appreciation, and concern. When the last has made his way through, Katsuie follows. He sees two tiny little feet in minuscule zori and the hem of an exquisite kimono. As he leans against a support beam, he allows his eyes to travel up the small stature of the smallest, strongest, fiercest Oda he has ever known with a smile. Her eyes fill with tears as he greets her and he reaches for her, tousling her hair as he laughs.

That is the day she decides she loves him.

A year passes, she worries as to why he has not yet married. “Oni” Shibata is well known in the land, can support his own castle, is called upon to assist her brother’s campaigns, yet remains unattached. She watches with concern as women present themselves to her brother, flirt with his retainers, and eye Katsuie’s broad shoulders and twinkling eyes. She knows he is handsome and kind and thoughtful and strong, and they know it too. She fears the day one of them does something about it.

Her fourteenth birthday arrives and Katisue has made for her an exquisite bira-bira kanzashi, with the Shibata goose on one side and the Oda mokko-mon on the other. Small silver strips of metal flutter off one end and tinkle prettily. He says it reminds him of her laughter as he hands it to her, even his eyes smiling at her blush. She is as much a part of his family as he is a part of her brother’s, and he is proud of the symbolism in his gift. He has never been good with that kind of thing. He doesn’t expect the tears.

She cannot stop the hot tears spilling over her cheeks as she looks at the face of this wonderful man, this man she has for so long admired and depended on and supported, who has now shown her that she is dear to him. Words come unbidden from her, bubbling from her stomach and carried on the wings of butterflies out of her throat and into the air--and now he knows the depth of her feelings. Her eyes wide, she searches her face for his confirmation, that he too wishes to be hers and to share himself with her and to carry her off to his castle forever. But she is greeted by surprise, by the furrowing of his brow, by the crumpling of his face and the slumping of his shoulders and the breath that escapes him in a sigh and she realizes her mistake.

He tries to explain to her that her feelings cannot be reciprocated, that he cannot take advantage of her childhood or her innocence or her projection onto him as a prominent male figure in her life since her father was gone. He reaches for her, rests huge hands on tiny shoulders and bends down to look into her face and soothe her battered heart. Instead she looks at him with wet cheeks and daggers for eyes and throws herself from him, throws his gift to the ground in front of him, throws herself around the corner and out of his sight. He sighs, distressed, and does not tell her brother.

At first Oichi tells herself it is just his honor that keeps him from her. That he believes her station to be above him and that her heart should be given in service of the Oda. But she sees the pity in his eyes when he looks at her, hears in his voice the paternal affection. It is not what she wants, she does not want his pity or his fatherly feelings, and it is not fair. She is not a child, she is not! She is old enough to be wed to further Nobunaga’s Divine Rule, and she is old enough to love, and she is old enough to make men fall for her.

If Shibata Katsuie doesn’t believe that she is a woman, then she will show him otherwise.

#slbp #slbp fanfiction #slbp fanfic #slbp oichi #samurai love ballad party #oda oichi #slbp katsuie #katsuie #shibata katsuie #I'm never doing this again #I hope you enjoy my suffering #my suffering is your suffering

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nhattuantrinh · 4 years

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“má đi học chán nản thiệt. HN thì dịch mà trường chủ quan. they r not even distancing for once”

“that habit of sitting in the back of the class =)) same here. they must think that you're such a naughty student who couldn't care less about your study, especially with piecing”

“hmm probably, and a guy who has no friend. indeed it was right =)) they r just idotidiot =)))”

“it's just what you think, dude”

“no i dont think much b4 someone says smt. of course it would be prejudice to see just something, to judge they”

“if I were to be in the same class with you right now, like, I were born in 1999, and so on =))|

“you will do what"

“ah no I wonder if we could be friends”

“i think we could be rivals, ya know, 2 distinctive individuals tend to rival each other in a community”

"you know, if I were, I would simply think that you're just another idiot =)) but guess what I have never even bother thinking of others”

“then u r super cool”

“but some guys or some girls are real good. Ah I forgot, my major was English. it's pretty easy to recognize who's good and who's not”

“yeah this stuff even those so called best ones they didnt care enough to search for such a common term on internet like public diplomacy. i mean they r literally normie” as i am”

Lão Hạcahi just better at the urge to search for a termthe urgeis very important i thinkjust like youthe urge to find the absolute answerLão Hạcwell, I guess, on our bygone journey of knowing about this worldwe inevitably accept a certain level of understanding of a concept, in order to move on with another onesureaccept the momentary ignoranceLão Hạcfor example, we must at least reach a general understanding of what Math is, before keeping on learning about integral or derivativebut some people want to revisit the basic ideas when they get older, just to feel less uncertain about this lifeso redefining the abstract concepts are necessaryi think the language as the limitation here, we have to find a way to perceive the abstractionLão Hạcno, it's notwhy?Lão HạcI did read briefly about Levi-Straussi think there are limitations for define things by wordsLão Hạcand I'm not sure how I understood him is correctbut Levi-Strauss, together with some other structuralists, practice a methodthey do not need to find a meaning of a word that is accepted by other peoplebut they try to understand how such a word is different from another, in their mindlike, how is "tinh thần" different from "ý thức"so that their mind is like a structurefor example, the word "institution", or "định chế" in Vietnamesehow can they differ those?Lão Hạcwas adopted by a great number of thinkersin order for them to define the words, they do not borrow the available vocabulary of their languagebut they created new ways of expressing the ideas coming up in their mindit is called

n the mind of the primitivewaitLão Hạcthey do not have sufficient number of concepts to describe thingsok go onLão Hạcso, they must borrow the available wordsfor examples, some ethnic minorities in Vietnam use the word "bụng" to talk about the soul or the character of a personor Nhị Linh, he also practices this methodhe created so many terms to describe his ideasLão Hạc“I have always aimed at drawing up an inventory of mental patterns, to reduce apparently arbitrary data to some kind of order, and to attain a level at which a kind of necessity becomes apparent, underlying the illusions of liberty” (Lévi-Strauss, The Raw and the Cooked, p. 10). [là dựng nên một hệ thống trong đầu để giảm thiểu tính võ đoán của ngôn ngữ? phải chăng đó là lý do luôn cần đặt lại các câu hỏi “nghĩa là gì”? tinh thần là gì?]so the base language was keptbut the experessing was changed?Lão Hạcah noyou keep whatever you want, and debolish whatever you wanthmmmmmLão Hạcso long as you always find a suitable word to describe what you want to sayand you know what it meansso how can i do it effectivelyLão Hạcfor example, when I write some fictional storieswhen i was just doing it at my own will?i meanhow can i criticize myself?Lão HạcI think it is not about criticizing yourselfbecause i can simply do it without thinking much about the true usageLão Hạcbut about thinking in your own watit s just fit for meLão Hạcyeahso i use itLão Hạcbut the most important thing isyou must use it consistentlybut if so, many would be just the same as what i’ve learncause i was used to the usage of the general vocablearnedLão Hạclet me give you some examplesNhị Linh often italicizes the words that he uses with his own understandingfor example:về châm ngôn ở dạng "tổng lực", xem ở kiathơ là trình hiện thực tại theo chiều "dọc"triết là theo chiều "ngang""cái nhìn của""độ rộng""vòng tròn"oofồlà cái kiểu đ ai hiểu :)))Lão Hạcnonhưng mà trong tâm thức mìnhnó là điều hợp lýLão Hạcbut he has a logic behindyeahdo cấu trúc như vậyi seeLão Hạche uses it consistentlywhen he says "vòng tròn Dương Nghiễm Mậu"so i’ve passively used it many timesLão Hạcor "vòng tròn Nhượng Tống"actuallyit s the only way for me to perceive thingsLão Hạcbecause he knows what "vòng tròn" meansand when to use iti think that it’s me who is stupid that i cannot understand things as they areso i have to use my own vocab to visualize thoseLão Hạcno, I think everyone could create their own wordshaso relievedLão Hạccreating new words is a natural practice of language users, especially of writerslevi strauss backed my ass hahasoLão Hạcyou know German is an interesting nation when they have lots of words to describe subtle nuances of meaningit s not necessary if the word is abstract or in general usage right?Lão Hạcwhat do you meani mean my own words, it is not necessary if it’s vu khoát or just tổng quátas long as i know how to use it?Lão Hạcyes, and as long as you could tell other people how you understand ithow it is different from words with somehow similar connotationsso it’s just base on taste of word huh?Lão HạcnoahLão Hạcsome words are sharedokay i seeLão Hạcespecially in the world of sciencemost jargons are based on a common understandinglike "intellectual property"or "internet of things"soLão Hạcso when you use an abstract termyou must know what you mean by thatt phải hiểu được sự phân định giữa các chữ, cụm từLão Hạcand you must use it consistentlyđể chọn ra từ phù hợp nhất?cho từng trường hợp?Lão Hạcyesvu khoát với tổng quát nhìn lướt qua thì giốngLão HạcVietnamese language has been corrupted by Đảng because most of what they say has no meaningvậy nó khác như nào?Lão Hạcwords like "khẩn trương", "phấn khởi", "quan ngại"...are just stupidthey are just like parrots, cannot think of any words to use by themselves, for their own ideaswaitwhy they r stupidLão Hạcbecause whenever a senior leader of the party say something in a conferencetheir speech is stuffed with words that they do not really understand what they meanlolso the problem is not the wordit’s the userLão Hạc" Bối cảnh quốc tế và tình hình trong nước bên cạnh mặt thuận lợi, thời cơ, cũng có nhiều khó khăn, thách thức. Chúng ta đứng trước nhiều vấn đề mới phải xử lý, nhiều việc hết sức phức tạp phải giải quyết."

nhưng mà dùng từ như trên thì saoLão Hạc"phát huy truyền thống tốt đẹp, giữ vững và tăng cường bản chất cách mạng và tính tiên phong của Đảng"i know that they’re just pure has no clear idea at allLão Hạc9 out of 10 lãnh đạo I knowuse the word "phát huy"yea me tooLão Hạc"giữ vững""tăng cường""hết sức khẩn trương""dù còn nhiều bất cập"dùng sai or just vaguely describe the ideaswhich one you re critcizingLão Hạcin an ideal world, if everyone has a fixed structure of language in their own mindthen there's no wrong way of using a wordit's just the difference in my way of using a word and your way of using a word, and we need to compare and contrast our understanding, elaborate it, to understand it otherbut the thing is, most people do not really understand what a word means, and are just too complacent with their ignorance,so we simply keep arguing without clarifying what we mean when we use a wordhmm what if they know exactly why they use those words?and they just use it for the purpose of truyền tải vague idea so no ones can understand the actual flop of the “great idea”truyền tải tiếng anh là gì ta, deliver?Lão Hạcit's pretty easy to see if they are just bluffing or real geniusby looking at the consistency of their word usefor exampleFoucault created a lot of wordsi mean they re bluffing to hide the down sideLão Hạc(some of which he borrows from the ones he read)but people who read his books could tell whether he knows what he saysfor example

this is an essay by Agamben just to summarise what Foucault means by "apparatus"he also use the word "discourse", which is often translated as "diễn ngôn" by Vietnamese peopleand some people have written about what he means by "discourse", and whether his way of using this word is consistent

so you see, in order for Foucault and Chomsky to talk with each other about big ideas, they must at least reach an agreement on what "power" meansso Chomsky must tell Foucault how he understands the word "power", and vice versaIn English language teaching, that process is called "negotiation of meaning"

wowcoolamanso reading those great thinkerswe have to understand words first eh?Lão Hạcsuređiều này chắc liên quan mật thiết đến việc đọc ai đó là khó hay k?Lão Hạcthat's why it's almost impossible to read Deleuzewithout reading people whom he readeven if someone says something like "I read Deleuze just from the standpoint of a Communications researcher" (Vũ Hoàng Long)assuming that you understand what a thinker means by a word, though you haven't read through his works, is "giả vờ đọc"for example, it's easy to translate Nietzsche "will to power" into "ý chí quyền lực", after reading some links on the first page of Googleso the only valid standpoint is the author standpoint right?Lão Hạcbut they do not know that Nietzsche is not the creator of the word "will"what does he mean by "will"and "will" is just an English translation of the German word "wille"which was used by Schopenhauer before Nietzschebut what is "wille"?is it really equivalent to the Vietnamese word "ý chí"?all those who "giả vờ đọc" in Vietnam could never answer thatenlighten me the meaning pleaseLão HạcI haven't read that part of how Schopenhauer define the word "wille"but if I'm not mistakenhe meansthe root cause of everyone's actions is "wille"a turtle want to give birth because of its "wille"shitvậy dịch sao..Lão Hạca wolf eats the turtle because of its willea person wants to becomes a king because of his willecội nguồn ý niệm hành vi?Lão Hạcbecause Schopenhauer's philosophy is pretty close to Eastern philosophiesit's Buddhism that could help us understand Schopenhauerlike Thích Ca Mâu Ni: "một khi còn chấp niệm, là còn trong luân hồi khổ ải"chỉ đến cái trạng thái sắc tức là không mà ko cũng là sắc, tức là không cưỡng cầu, thì mới giải thoát, nhập niết bànaka, wille ~ chấp niệmvọng niệmwhat the fuck :))nhưng màLão Hạcthat's just how I understand itchấp niệmLão Hạcthen he saidlà một hành động mà đúng k?Lão Hạcbecause of willekocòn danh từ ở đây là “niệm”?Lão Hạc"niệm" thì sao là hành động đượclet me finishokieLão HạcSchopenhauer said, because of "wille", one cannot really understand the world as it is, but all the can "perceive" is just a "vorstellung"for example, a guy who wants to become a billionaire see this world as a mountain climb for wealthinessa girl who wants to be the fairest of all women would think that everyone just care about how a woman lookssomething like thatEnglish translation of "vorstellung" is "representation", aka "tái trình hiện"the world they see is not the world as it really is, but a world through their eyesthat's why the title of the greatest book of Schopenhauer is Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung ("the world as will and representation")and if one translates it as "thế giới như ý chí và tái trình hiện"that must be questionable

hiểu như thế thì đúng là đại ngu đúng ko, 1 người triết gia mà nói câu kiểu "mình cứ muốn gì rồi sẽ làm được" thì quả là nông cạn"thế giới như ý chí" là gì?chắc bọn hiểu kiểu đó sẽ nghĩ là, chỉ cần có ý chí, tất sỏi đá cũng thành cơmand that is bullshitNhị Linh k dùng dấu câu ở ko có gì sai hơn thế làm khó hiểu quáLão Hạcanyway, back to our discussion of the limit of languageI used to say that "language has its own limitation in grasping the shapeless, formless ideas"but now I have to revisit that thought, and I think I was wrong,it must be me who is not skillful enough to grasp things in languagepeople like Levi-Strauss are the ones who master language to the level that they control all the complex ideasso that they could put them into wordsthere is no limitation in language?Lão Hạc(and that's why they are so difficult to read)there isbut whenever there iswe can extend itlanguage is like a world that can be extended to the infinityhmmmmmmmmLão Hạcthat's not my wordsthat's Barthes'do questionablesoLão Hạc"Ngôn ngữ bao trùm toàn bộ hoạt động sáng tạo văn chương như bầu trời và mặt đất bao trùm lấy không gian sống của loài người. Ngôn ngữ không phải vật chất mà là đường chân trời, vừa mang nghĩa một giới hạn vừa mang nghĩa một góc nhìn; nói tóm lại, nó là một vùng yên ổn của không gian có trật tự. "Lão Hạctao lấy ví dụ, khi m có 1 cái gì đó mà m ko thể giải thích bằng lời đcthì đó chỉ là 1 cảm thán ngay lúc đó thôivì rồi sau đó m cũng sẽ tìm đc cách để diễn đạt nó bằng lời, chỉ cần m hiểu đc nó là m sẽ giải thích đccâu trên ai nói vậyLão Hạcđó là cách để mở rộng vốn từ của 1 ngườicâu nào?ngôn ngữ bao trùm gì gì á hảyeLão Hạccủa Roland Barthesohhmmtrên ví như mặt đất bầu trờitiếp theo ví như horizon linecó order và stabilizationhmmmmso confusedLão Hạccũng ko hẳnvì mọi thứ dưới vòm trời này đều có trật tựtức là có vị trí của nó, về kinh độ vĩ độko có cái này nhầm với cái kiathì hệ thống ngôn ngữ trong đầu m cũng v thôii mean it makes me confused to grasp the ideagotta sleep a lil bitcya

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