He/Him/His
Multifandom loser blog
Mostly BSD and shitposts
18+ because I am
Aussie (Living in Canada)
Madly in love with my scary husband💕
Author of nothing yet
haver of ASD
BSD and bugs are ✨my special interests✨
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
HEre's tje trailer/teaser I guess
It's a late night at a typical sleazy bar that can't quite seem to keep every letter of its sign lit at a time or all of its staff actually working, not that it mattered too much with the lack of business.
Wilbur's only an exception because it's cheap enough they might let him park his van overnight and anywhere’s better than loitering on Sally’s property even one more night.
Of course the judge was right to keep the kid where he has a real bed to sleep on and decent meals. A teenager shouldn’t be dodging cops and choking on second hand smoke all the time.
But he shouldn’t be forced to play Sally’s ‘perfect little doll’ to earn that.
Wilbur raises an eyebrow as the bartender slides him another drink, something different this time, it’s fizzy, hot pink, and smells like watermelon.
A younger man settles onto the stool beside him. Dark hair, darker eyes, skin like cedar, and a smile of all canines. A red leather jacket hugs his shoulders over an off-grey dress shirt.
“On me, pretty boy. You’re drinking like it’s the end of the world.”
Wilbur breathes a laugh as he takes a sip of whatever poison he’d been offered. Maybe he should be more cautious accepting mystery drinks from strangers, but free shit is free shit.
"Wilbur, right? Overheard you talking to the bartender."
The fact this guy’s flirting right off the bat and exactly Wilbur’s type doesn’t help motivate inhibition either. Curiosity on the other hand…
“Uh, Yeah. What’s someone dressed so pricey spending money in a place like this for?”
“Let’s say I like the company here. What about you?”
“Just some court stuff, I won’t bother you with my shit.”
The other man leans against the bar counter, resting his chin on his wrist. “Now I have to know.”
“Ouch. That’s rough. Why’d you split? Not to pry.”
Wilbur swirls the drink in his glass before taking a long sip.
“For one thing she’s completely fucking insane. Everything is be all and end all with her, if it’s not exactly how she wants it then it’s a problem. Honestly, I can’t even remember being in love with her.”
“It’s always different when it’s new, I guess. I’ve walked out on three engagements, everyone I know still says I’m not marriage material.”
Commitment always comes at a price, Wilbur could relate to not wanting to pay that.
“A lot of things are just easier on your own, you have more freedom that way.”
He gets a nod in response, not agreeable, thoughtful.
“Love is…. difficult. Shit’s complicated, but I think some people need it that way.”
“Maybe.” There’s a long silence, letting the topic burn out in the air before either of them speak again.
“Sounds like the rain’s getting worse. You got a plan for getting home?” Wilbur asks. Maybe it’s wishful thinking but he doesn’t expect him to be leaving very soon.
The other man shrugs. “I was just gonna’ stay here, no one’s waiting up for me tonight, so.”
"Right, forgot about the hotel. Hey, you know, I don’t think I got your name before.”
“Hm? Oh, It’s Quackity, but some friends call me Q.”
“An avian name?”
“I guess so, I never really knew my birth parents.”
Quackity's demeanor shifts, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
Wilbur chokes a little. “Excuse me?”
“Your wings. I assume you’re an avian too since you knew. So?”
Nobody’s seen his wings since the army, not that he’d been hiding whatever mess was left of them, he’d really just forgotten he had them by now.
"Passerine, actually."
It shouldn’t feel personal, it’s not like wings are something private or anything, most people only cover them for temperature, but Wilbur’s always been a bit… ‘eccentric’ when it comes to nice feathers.
My husband and I have this stupid game when we're bored where we just make the nastiest godamn food concoctions we can think of and then make out, first to pull away does the dishes
TLDR; engaging with JKR or her work go hand in hand with bigotry, regardless of if you have good enough media literacy to know Harry Potter is complete dog water and always has been.
Block me if you just want to argue.
See, you're allowed to like things that are bad if it entertains you, that's not the issue, we don't control what causes our brains to make happy chemicals,
The problem is when people insist something is good solely because they like it. Your enjoyment does Not equal quality. Example; I love My Immortal, I would never praise it for being a good work of literature.
Even ignoring quality, you cannot separate art from the artist when the creator's harmful and bigoted ideals are sewed into the media they've created. No, it's not just the books either.
As a writer, my art is a part of me and I am a part of my art. No I don't believe every idea posed in my writing, some I am actively against, my intent is perspective, not propaganda nor harmful attempts at a "joke."
Supporting this piss poor franchise at all is supporting JKR and her terrible ideals, if you can't see that block me. Please.
I found it very entertaining as young kiddo, like I'm sure most of us did, but once I grew up a bit and learned better media literacy I could never revisit it because any enjoyment I had was sapped out by the realization that I never actually liked any of it since there wasn't, in reality, much to like. I simply liked the concept of a magic school for magic users. There are so many better things with the same concept.
It physically hurts me to see people ignoring his grief, as someone with a personality disorder very similar to the kind of shit we see with him
Literally going feral to see what else you have to say about him, and also very excited to see what you have to say regarding Fyolai (not necessarily as a "ship" but just in general)
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
Fic idea I've had and done nothing with someone should use and @ me about;
The ada as a group of angels, Dazai being a fallen angel trying to mend his wings after after being torn down under the influence of Mori, (who was the devil's right hand and is now King of Hell,)
It's half baked but I need to see this expanded on