I do really resent the idea of fanfiction being "training wheels" - like, im here inventing new and facinating forms of experimental writing. Im not on fucking training wheels!!! When I write original stuff fanfiction is in a dance with it not beneath it...
people still getting mad at this post i made in 2014 so I will add here. in 2026. that the point of this post isn’t “happy endings bad” its when the story’s only way to imagine a happy ending is a heterosexual nuclear family for everyone.
Hey. If people aren't aware, Microsoft admitted they know who you and where you are at all times and will give your info to the police.
They have a Global Device Identifier (GDID) Tracker that functions as a fingerprint for your PC that can surpass VPNs, proxy servers and countries. Although it can't survive a clean reinstall of Windows (it can survive updates), because Microsoft forces you to go to the internet and log in into a Microsoft account, they will be able to get to you.
Microsoft kept it secret and it was only found out when the FBI tracked a hacker thanks to the information Microsoft gave them.
You should be paying attention to this, and possibly consider moving away from Windows. If a government, especially the US government, doesn't like you for some reason, this could be seriously concerning.
This article specifically notes:
For journalism, activism, or domestic abuse situations, skip Windows and use Linux routed through Tor instead of a commercial VPN. A GDID doesn’t care which VPN you use, only that it’s still the same Windows installation.
GDID is the persistent Windows ID that helped FBI trace a Scattered Spider hacker despite VPNs. Here's how it works and how to limit it.
Other important quotes:
What has researchers uneasy is everything else the case reveals. Costin Raiu, a well-known malware researcher, asked on the Three Buddy Problem podcast how much of this exists on other platforms, and whether it is linked more permanently to hardware. Matthew Hickey, another security researcher, called Windows “surveillance software”.
Two things back that up:
There’s no consent screen. A GDID gets assigned when you sign into a Microsoft Account. Apple’s advertising identifier needs an App Tracking Transparency prompt and a visible reset; Android’s works the same way. GDID has neither, and a Windows reinstall only gets you a new number Microsoft can still get back to the same account.
Then there’s activation. Massgrave, the group behind Microsoft Activation Scripts, notes that Windows setup sends hardware info to Microsoft and gets identifiers back, the same tokens later used for Store access and licensing: “It’s impossible to prevent Windows from getting a GDID without breaking activation and UWP app[s].” Anyone who lost a license after swapping a motherboard has already met a smaller version of this.
Here's the complaint filed to the court, the primary source for the case mentioned in the article. You can find mentions of GDID on page 30 of the document or 34 of the PDF.
You can get and use windows 11 without logging in with a microsoft account, as of five days ago. I am a local user on my computer. Don't ask me how to do it, because my computer repair guy did it when he reinstalled windows, but there are tutorials out there. Refuse to connect to internet until you're set up and can use the computer freely.
Refusing to connect to the internet doesn't help. You have to open a Command Prompt (Shift+F10) and typing start ms-cxh:localonly (and pressing enter) during installation when you get to the sign in/create stupid ms account screen
For comprehensive deets, tomshardware explains
Maintain only a local account on your Windows 11 PC.
Unless there's really really specific reasons to subject yourself to windows, please consider installing linux mint instead.
"Learn the fundamentals first" seems like really sound universal advice, and as a former classical musician, I can vouch for it. You will have a more solid foundation for increasing complexity if you put in the time to study in a structured way. If you don't, you'll have a lot of shit to fix later.
As a former music teacher, I can also say that "learn the fundamentals first" is the death knell for a vast percentage of beginners, especially adult learners.
I've run into this with drawing several times, where some well-meaning artist has lectured me on needing to study anatomy properly or not use shortcuts like CSP brushes. And oh, believe me, I know. I know exactly how to learn an artistic discipline in a structured way. I just...don't want to!
The thing is, I'm not aiming to be a professional artist. I want to draw my gay little anime guys. I would undoubtedly improve at art much faster if I approached every gay little anime guy drawing as a study exercise. But I would also have quit drawing a decade ago if I couldn't just let myself enjoy drawing imperfect fucked-up little guys with whatever shortcuts I needed to body myself across the finish line.
With my adult piano students, my approach was always "What's your goal?" If their goal was to learn exactly one Elton John songbook to play at parties, then...that's what we did. We'd put tape on the keys to label the notes, and just fuckin go for it. Learning exactly one Elton John songbook is a good and noble musical goal, full stop.
Some of my students needed and enjoyed a more structured approach to learning; if they wanted to be able to play classical music, then yes, scales were going to have to enter the equation at some point. And yet others would learn the Elton John songbook, catch their white whale, and realize they wanted to explore more of the ocean. The scales were still there for them to learn!
Often the choice isn't between "learn art well" and "learn art imperfectly" - the choice is between "learn art imperfectly" and "don't do art at all." To which I say, learn imperfectly! Or, what the hell, don't 'learn' art. Just do, and enjoy the doing of it.
You have official permission from your local pretentious classical music snob: fuck the fundamentals. You can always unfuck them later (but only if you want to).
Hey all Twitch streamer, Twitch has you opt in by default that your streams will be use to train GenAI. To opt out, you have to go your "Settings" and in the tab "Security and Privacy." At the bottom of the tab, there is the "Training for Generative AI" setting.
UNPOPULAR OPINION: A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.
pseudo incest modern CoraLaw AU where 26-year-old Cora adopts 13-year-old Law after a series of tragedies has left Law an orphan and Law harbors a crush on Cora since he's like 15/16.
first, the adoption. people tell Cora that he should think carefully before deciding to adopt a teenager at his very young age, why not just foster the boy? once it goes through, Cora and Law get into REALLY big and messy arguments and fights because, well, Law is hurting and grieving and angry at the world, and Cora is perhaps a bit too patient in a way that Law doesn’t know how to handle. but sometimes Cora does lose his patience, and Law always smirks to himself and thinks that THIS is the moment Cora decides he’s not worth it, just like Law knew he would, and sends him back. except Cora never does. he either walks away to cool down or takes a deep breath and apologizes and Law Cannot Fucking Handle That.
eventually, Cora manages to chip at Law’s walls enough for Law to realize that the reason Cora adopted him instead of just fostering him was because Cora made up his mind from the very beginning about wanting Law to be in his life and wanting to be in Law’s life. which means that Law then grows obsessively attached to Cora, to the point where they always need to be together. he gets angry if they go out to eat somewhere (or just go out in general) and someone tries to make small talk with Cora. who the fuck do they think they are? Cora is his.
over the years, he gets slightly chiller about it; he’ll manage to scold his face into neutral indifference rather than outright anger or disgust, but he still gets a satisfied little thrill when Cora ends the small talk with whatever random stranger or acquaintance or even friend he encountered and turns his attention back to Law.
Cora doesn’t exactly discourage Law’s behavior. in his defense, he thinks it’s normal for Law! it makes sense, he tells himself, that Law would cling to the first person he’s kept in his life after losing everyone he loved and who loved him. it’s fine, he tells himself, nothing to worry about, Law will surely grow out of it when he realizes that he’ll never lose Cora.
Law grows up. puberty hits him, and of course he sorta knows what to expect, but his classmates (and even his friends) talk about people they like, and the older he gets, the more lewd those talks become. no one in his close knit circle is ever a creep or outright gross about it, but he still hears those comments anyway, and overall, the whole sexuality deal just feels like too much of a hassle. there’s no one he likes enough to even be curious about trying it, no one even catches his eye aesthetically, so he figures he must not be allosexual and leaves it at that.
until the first time Law has a wet dream when he's like 15/16 about red-brown eyes and blonde hair and the voice who’s kept his nightmares away since he was 13.
he wakes up half-hard, all hot and sweaty, and half of him is Very Confused about it because-- sure, he’s never called or thought of Cora as his dad, but in all the relevant paperwork, that’s what Cora is to him, so he-- he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, right? right? but then the other half of him thinks of that low, deep range Cora’s voice goes into, sometimes, mostly when he’s deep in thought, and Law strokes himself and hears Cora call his name in that range and he pictures Cora’s smile and then he’s biting on his wrist to stop himself from crying out as he comes all over his own fucking hand.
Law keeps this information to himself until he’s about 21-22. he still feels guilty about it at first, like he shouldn’t be thinking like this about the man who saved him from himself. but. well, their relationship has always been kind of unconventional, hasn’t it? so what if he jacks off to thoughts of Cora? what if he sometimes gets lost in thought because he’s imagining Cora’s mouth on him? what of it? as long as Cora doesn’t find out, Law’s not hurting anyone.
(except maybe himself, but that’s always been par for the course with him, anyway.)
after a few years (when he’s around 24), his imagination stops being enough. Law wants Cora, wants him desperately, and maybe it’s all his imagination, right? but. there have been some times, SOME times, where he turns to look at Cora and finds him looking away, almost like Cora was staring at him and almost got caught doing it. so yeah, maybe it’s all in his imagination. but. but maybe it’s not.
Law starts with innuendos and euphemisms and kinda testing the waters, just to see if it’s truly in his imagination or not. and he’s pretty sure it isn’t. but Cora is VERY adamantly remaining in his role as, if not Law's father, at least his legal guardian, not his biological dad but still the person who's responsible for him and who is meant to look out for him. he FOUGHT tooth and nail to be that person for Law, so he carries that position as a badge of honor!
but also. well. Law has grown up into a very attractive man, and Cora is not fucking blind.
the guilt Cora has whenever even the inkling of an inappropriate thought starts to form in his head is excruciating. he chases the thought away, obviously, that’s HIS BOY, his LITTLE boy, his sweet, darling Law!! he hears stories like this all the fucking time, and he’s always felt bad and weird about them, the fucking power imbalance in a relationship like that cannot be okay or right!! he’s not gonna be another one of those stories, another one of those men, HE WON’T!! yeah, okay, maybe he sometimes stares a little too long at Law, maybe sometimes his hand lingers on Law’s shoulder, but by GOD Cora does his best to rein even those moments of weakness in. he is Law’s legal guardian. nothing more, nothing less!
Law, however, becomes more brazen in his attempts to get Cora, to the point where it starts causing arguments and fights between them again. until Law finally fucking snaps and says he wants Cora, and not only does he want Cora, he's pretty sure Cora wants him, too. Cora denies this, of course, pretends like he’s never even thought of Law that way, because Law is his kid. so Law threatens to move out (either on his own or with one of the PenShaBepo trio, or maybe even with all three as roommates), because he can’t live with Cora while he wants him THIS much if Cora doesn’t feel the same. Law might be a fucking masochist, but even he draws the line somewhere.
this, in reality, is all a bluff. but as so many things in Law’s life, he miscalculates. Cora calls his bluff. Cora--who is, contrary to what Law might think, a VERY GOOD LIAR--says that he expected this to happen at some point, of course Law would want his own independence, that’s good! that’s what Cora has always wanted for him, for Law to live his life and not chain himself to Cora or feel like he has to stay for Cora’s benefit. Cora’s a grown man, too, and he spent the first 26 years of his life mostly alone. he’s so proud of Law! he… he’s so happy, that Law has made these friends that he can rely on in addition to Cora. obviously, though, Cora will ALWAYS be here if Law needs him, this will ALWAYS be Law’s home.
needless to say, Law almost fucking crashes out. but he holds himself back just in time. perhaps a bluff was the wrong thing to do. perhaps what Cora needs is something more… direct.
that night, Law leaves the door to his room wide open as he lays down on his bed, completely naked, and jacks off to thoughts of Cora. out loud. right across the hall from Cora’s room.
this, unlike his earlier bluff, gets Cora’s attention real quick. Cora goes into Law’s room and demands to know what the hell he thinks he’s doing, tries to talk some sense into him, but Law has nothing left to lose anymore, so he stops messing around. he’s downright cruel, in a sense: telling Cora of the wet dream that started everything, how guilty he felt at first but how he couldn’t stop himself from doing it again, telling him of all the perverted, twisted thoughts and images of Cora that he’s masturbated to over the years. how many times he’s pictured what Cora’s like in bed. how he’s fingered himself to orgasm, imagining Cora’s fingers or his cock (or even his tongue) fucking inside him. how much Law fucking wants it all. how Law is Cora’s, even if Cora doesn’t wanna see it.
Cora does the only thing he can do: he walks away.
he walks away--knowing he’s doing SO MUCH HARM to Law by doing so but also knowing it’ll be better for him in the long run because it will help him move on--he goes back into his room, to his attached bathroom, stuffs a towel in his mouth, and jacks off to the image of Law’s naked body now imprinted on the inside of his eyelids. Law is so fucking beautiful, and he was writhing and moaning Cora’s name and Cora is so fucking weak.
Law is left heartbroken. devastated. this was his last card to play, and now he’s got nothing. so he starts to actually move forward with his threat of moving out, looking for options while also starting to pull away from Cora. it hurts, to be so close to him and feel the weight of his rejection. instead of the easy domesticity they used to have, now there’s… nothing. silence. distance. all while Cora keeps telling himself that he did the right thing for both of them, even as he watches Law break further and further away from him. this is what Cora wanted, isn’t it? for Law to move on with his life?
he should be happy. he should be happy.
he’s not. Cora is somehow even MORE miserable without Law and his proximity and his presence and his everything. the more he tries to convince himself that he did the right thing, the more hollow his words become. this despair and distance is only HURTING them, both of them, and Cora vowed to himself, when he adopted Law, that he would never be one more person to purposefully hurt his boy, that he would do everything to protect his wellbeing and his happiness.
what the fuck is he doing?
the straw that breaks the camel’s back is, quite frankly, rather innocuous. Law mentions, offhandedly, that he’s going out, at this point most likely to get blacked-out-drunk with his friends so he can somewhat safely drown his sorrows, only to be pulled by the back of his jacket collar and slammed back against a wall. Cora looms in front of him, so close that Law’s neck hurts looking up at him, his expression intense in a quiet sort of way that nevertheless has Law immediately turned on. fuck, he’s so pathetic.
Law figures Cora is gonna ask his usual questions (where’s Law going, with who, what time he thinks he’ll be back), but Cora… doesn’t ask anything. he doesn’t even say anything, he just-- he just shoves one of his knees forward so his leg is almost between Law’s and holds Law’s chin with one hand.
“are you now,” Cora says.
“w-what?” Law stutters.
“leaving me.”
despite the fact that his brain is currently in the process of melting out of his ears, Law notices the wording. is Cora looking for another fight? what, does he want to rub Law’s failed bluff in his face?
“i said i would,” he bites, though that small spark of anger is quickly snuffed out when Cora tightens his grip on his chin just a smidge, just enough for Law to feel it.
“no,” Cora hums, as nonchalantly as he would about the weather. “no, i don't think so.”
and Law is about to fight back, but then Cora’s leg is between his and his thigh is so solid and warm and Law is already so fucking hard in his pants that he whines in the back of his throat, so horny he can’t even think.
Cora lets go of Law’s chin so he can cradle his jaw in one hand (in one single hand, fuck, Law never stood a goddamn chance).
“you said you were mine,” Cora muses. “didn’t you?”
“i did,” Law relents. that, at least, he will never deny, never take back.
Cora’s voice deepens, and the raspy growl that comes out instead of the nonchalance does things to Law that should be illegal.
“are you still mine, Law?”
the answer slips out of Law’s mouth before the question is fully spoken.
“yes.”
he’s still finishing the syllable when Cora kisses him.
it very quickly devolves into desperation after that. neither of them are particularly gentle, their kisses are all tongue and biting lips and clacking teeth.
Cora mumbles against Law’s mouth that he wanted him so badly, he almost took him when Law offered himself, he had to go and jerk off in his bathroom afterwards, and Law gasps, “i wanted you to, wanted you to have me right then and there, you could’ve, i would’ve let you,” and Cora apologizes but then he snarls that he’s going to have Law any and every which way he pleases now, and Law can only nod his agreement as he begs, “yes, yes, yes, yes.”
clothes are not so much taken off as they are ripped away and discarded, or at least Law’s are--he was naked when he offered himself to Cora, he should be naked when Cora finally takes him.
Cora first lays Law on his front on the living room carpet, opens him up with his tongue and then his fingers, slick with his spit and Law’s precome, and fucks him with one arm around Law’s waist and the other one on Law’s dick, jerking him off in tandem with his thrusts. then he drags Law onto his lap, Law’s back to his chest, and fucks him like that. instead of stroking Law’s cock, he wraps his hand around Law’s throat to tilt his head whichever way he wants and suck biting kisses on the skin of his neck, marking Law as his. then he lays Law on his back and slides inside him again, and it’s only when Law comes a third time, mewling and whimpering and sobbing with oversensitivity, that Cora holds him by his itty bitty fucking waist and fucks his sweet, precious, darling boy until he spills inside him.
the aftermath is much gentler, calmer. there’s some talking, some more apologies from both of them. their kisses now are sweeter, more languid, kissing for the sake of it. and when they go to bed, together, they just. hold each other close. lips sliding together. breathing each other in.
attaching something to an email is so scary. what if i accidentally put hard-core porn in there. i don't think i have any downloaded but what if i do and i attached it to the email. what then.
here is your daily reminder to COMMENT ON THE AO3 FICS YOU READ! it goes such a long way, especially if it’s a multi-chapter work and you can only leave kudos once. ANYTHING is an acceptable comment—emojis, keyboard smash, screaming, in-depth analysis! i promise you, the writers want it ALL
the situation with harry potter is kind of unprecedented in some ways imo because it is maybe the largest media franchise in history to be created & owned by a single person who still has direct creative control over it. who is also a billionaire with significant cultural/political influence. like the usual "no ethical consumption under capitalism" type excuses shatter on impact when the bigoted author in question is logging onto twitter every day saying explicitly that when you buy the tim hortons ravenclaw donut she is using your donut money to fund the genocide of trans people. like with big franchises usually there's at least a little more diffusion of responsibility than this
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