Okay, darlings. This fandom has managed to drive an author from it and they went out with a nuke. All of their work, gone. So it's time to have a talk. I'd love to think none of you were involved in it, so hopefully this is more a reminder to reblog than to have to apply, but it's time to have a talk.
First off, I'm not going to name the author. Their story is theirs. I'm just going to talk generally.
"Well that's how I joke with my friends--" Stop. Authors are not your friends. They are at best acquaintances and more likely strangers. They might be friendly with you. I'm friendly with many of you because I see you often in comments/replies and such. And some of you have become friends. But the average author is not your friend, they are a stranger. And if you're the type of person who would tell a stranger to kill themselves, you need professional help in dealing with something deep inside you and I hope you find it.
Authors are out here writing entertainment and sharing it for free. You respect that and be kind. If you can't be kind, you leave. The back button is right there.
This is not an airport, you do not need to announce your departure. If a fic goes a way that you do not like, you unsubscribe and hit that back button. If it turns too angsty or sappy or violent, back button. If their characterization bothers you, back button. You do not need to tell as stranger providing free effort that you hate what they are producing. This fandom is so damn prolific, there's something out there for you, it doesn't have to be that fic.
wowow https://www.instagram.com/p/BtrFpqpHkLu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1115dk18ne1ek
i dunno https://www.instagram.com/p/BqGXbv_HTFa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mpqweprsgfxt
my new church is so pretty! here’s the opening hallway and two of my most favorite paintings 🖼 #church #prettychurch #prettypainting https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCZSewHgSv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17irnagdaaf79
I was just imagining this absolutely ridiculous scenario but:
thinking of buck and Eddie time travelling back to the first day they met, like maybe a few seconds right as they lock eyes when Bobby is introducing them. so enough time to comprehend what's going on but like,,, they can't do anything about it
and Buck cuts Bobby off and goes "Eddie!!!" and Eddie's like "Buck???" and they kind of just run towards each other and crash into a hug, just squeezing like crazy and laughing.
And Buck's like holding Eddie's face in his hands and turning his head every which way like "Omg you look so young and cute" and Eddie's just laughing like "you're one to talk, you literally look like a baby" while tangling his fingers in buck's hair because it's no longer as curly as it was later because of how buck styled it and he never got to touch it before at this point
and there's a cough behind them and they let go of each other, but they're still kind of wrapped around each other and the entire crew is just staring at them like "what the fuck"
and buck is a fucking troll and gives this shit eating grin and goes "let me introduce you to Eddie Diaz, my absolute best friend and the father of the child of my heart" and he's not joking but he jsut wanted to see people's faces
before his eyes kinda go wide and he turns back to Eddie like, "wait, do you think chris remembers me?" since apparently they've gone back in time???? no one else in the room seems like they did, so did anyone else??? what if chris looks at him like a stranger after he's been co-parenting him for years?
Eddie just shrugs, unbothered, and goes, "I have no clue but even if he doesn't, I'm sure he'll love you just as much as the first time you met. you're his buck" and buck visibly takes psychic damage and nearly crumbles because he loves his little family
anyways, throughout this entire thing, everyone is just not sure what to think, because? apparently buck knows this new guy, and they've never heard of him before? and they're all over each other and they seem to have been raising a kid together at some point? what's even going on?
every time Buck or Eddie opens their mouth for the rest of the shift, it's just more lore drop. people are tryna put pieces together on how they met or what their relationship is. they deny that they ever dated when asked but Eddie, from where he's laying on buck's lap goes, "but we do get that a lot, don't we?" and buck's nodding like there's nothing strange going on
shift ends with buck automatically following Eddie to his car and when someone calls out to ask where he's going, he shouts back "we're gonna go pick up our kid!!" and then they get in the car and drive away, leaving Buck's jeep in the parking lot
"You promised!" Shang Qinghua, despite his efforts, couldn't stop the gasping sobs. "You said you wouldn't leave me behind again! And then you died then and you're dying now and you promised!"
Shen Yuan reached for the other, fighting through the darkness and blurriness encroaching his vision. He managed to grasp his best friend's cheek, weak fingers brushing away the falling tears. "I'm sorry--"
"No! You don't get to be sorry," Shang Qinghua tried to sneer but his face crumpled instead. He didn't shake off Shen Yuan's hand. "This is the second time you're leaving. That's all you know how to do, isn't it? All you do is run away!"
"Qinghua--" Shen Yuan tried to say, but began to cough, hand falling away. The pain was unbearable and it was making it difficult to take in air. Shang Qinghua immediately reached out to steady him as Shen Yuan hacked out his lungs. In between each new flare of pain that swam along with every cough, Shen Yuan could make out the mumbles of his best friend.
"I didn't mean it, please, I didn't mean it, please not now, I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry, please, please..."
This was familiar. The pain, the loss of breath, even his best friend beside him, keeping him upright. All that was missing was the hospital bed and the frantic beeping of machines. No nurses coming to save his ass now in this forest.
Shen Yuan briefly lost consciousness and when he came back to himself, vision clearing a little, he found Shang Qinghua holding his wrist, pouring more qi into him. As if they hadn't already discovered that qi transfers didn't work when the thing taking all of his was the poison of a Soul-Sucking Bewildered-beest. Shang Qinghua could've tried to get him back to the sect but Shen Qingqiu would have been long drained of qi and, most importantly, dead by then. He couldn't fly and transfer qi at the same time.
It only prolonged the inevitable.
"S-stop," he said, weakly pushing at Shang Qinghua's hand. The other ignored him. "You're gonna d-drain yourself. And then you won't be able to get back at all."
"I don't care," Shang Qinghua said. Shen Yuan wondered how long he had lost consciousness for, as the tear tracks on Shang Qinghua's face were now mostly dry. "You promised."
"I know," Shen Yuan didn't apologize again. "But you know it's not gonna work. And I'd rather you return, at least." He could feel his eyelids getting heavy.
Shang Qinghua let go of him only to throw up his hands in anger. Fresh tears were starting to spill down his cheeks again. "So what? I just leave you here to die without even trying?" He balled up his fists. "Typical. You always think that your actions won't affect other people."
Shen Yuan got the sense that Shang Qinghua was referring to something else, but his mind was starting to get too muddy to think of what. Breathing was getting a little harder. A lot harder.
"Qinghua. A-Hua, please listen to me. C-could you come kneel down next to me? Right here." He waited until Shang Qinghua lowered himself a bit, still frowning, before gently placing his forehead against the other peak lord's. "Listen to me, okay? I know I broke my promise again. But you've found me before and I trust you'll find me again." He said between gasps of air.
"A-Yuan--"
"We've met again and again... and we'll keep meeting. I k-know it." Gasp. Cough. "Beyond all ideas of... right and wrong, there's a field." Vision dimming. Grasp slackening. "I'll be... waiting for you... there."
"A-Yuan?"
"..."
"A-Yuan!?"
"..."
A wail broke through the serenity of the forest.
Tillie has kittens, 4 to be precise! Help me name them! ❤️❤️❤️Sorry about the video, they crawled into a tight space and I couldn’t get a good angle. 🤷🏾♀️ #kittens #cats #dyingofcuteness https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn1pd2KHf2b/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e11nzdi71s4i
weird flex but go off ig https://www.instagram.com/p/BuKybtrnhQQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xeuqo7i78kyv
Okay okay okay.. but listen. What if Shen Yuan had a harsher System and was forced to convincingly play Shen Qingqiu, making Luo Binghe detest his existence, but when Luo Binghe returns from the abyss to enact his revenge and has Shen Qingqiu on trial at Huan Hua, unfortunately for everyone (and fortunately for us), they drug Shen Qingqiu with truth serum and accidentally spiral Shen Yuan into fanboy rampage of epic proportions about how great Luo Binghe is.
5th grade graduation pics 😭😭 good times #graduationpictures https://www.instagram.com/p/BuNhnbkn3p2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5f4wpacq3f86
Dpxdc Prompt #48
One thing that becomes really obvious about ghosts the moment you meet one is that they are terrible gossips. Especially when it comes to the living. There's a reason that every ghost and their mother knew about the ghost portal only a couple weeks after it was created.
There are less ghost in Gotham than Amity Park, none powerful enough to stir up trouble. But that doesn't mean they didn't like their fair share of gossip.
What's the best place for ghosts to get the juiciest gossip in town, you ask? Well it's the rooftops of course!
And what's the best way to haunt the rooftops, you may wonder? Possessing the gargoyles obviously!
Danny knows this and knows that if he wants any chance of surviving the Gotham streets he needs as much info as possible.
He starts speaking to the gargoyles and all is well. That is until a certain vigilante sees a teenager on the roof of a very tall building, talking to what seems like no one.