Working on a possible fic where Charlie transitions and Pim is so normal and supportive about it!!! (he is supportive, tho, he's just also really fucking straight for her and can't wrap his mind around the concept of falling for Charlie, which must be transphobic somehow??? Why is he being so weird about his friend transitioning into a gender he's attracted to??? Isn't that creepy???)
But Charlie is so dudebro in canon I'm finding it so hard to justify it. Like, she'll have to explain how she came to that conclusion, probably, but idk, she just felt girl out of nowhere. Let my girl get some estrogens and grow some cartoon eyelashes and lipstick.
Bitches be consuming charpim content that is WAY TOO serious and WAY too angsty. Tell me why mf charlie has a drinking problem. He is a creature. GUARDS!! GIVE THE CREATURE MORE INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA 😈yess.....indeed....thank you guards....delicious.....😈😈😈
Having to go "haha I actually did break my hand" in the author's note after insisting I didn't break my hand for pretty much two weeks is a humiliation ritual, but at least there's a new Pim Finally Turns Gay sequel chapter out.
Working on a possible fic where Charlie transitions and Pim is so normal and supportive about it!!! (he is supportive, tho, he's just also really fucking straight for her and can't wrap his mind around the concept of falling for Charlie, which must be transphobic somehow??? Why is he being so weird about his friend transitioning into a gender he's attracted to??? Isn't that creepy???)
But Charlie is so dudebro in canon I'm finding it so hard to justify it. Like, she'll have to explain how she came to that conclusion, probably, but idk, she just felt girl out of nowhere. Let my girl get some estrogens and grow some cartoon eyelashes and lipstick.
It always blows my mind to see people talk about Pim Finally Turns Gay in the wild. What??? 🥹 My silly little fic? 🥹 It's got a place in your brain when you're not actively reading it? 🥹 It doesn't stop existing to you when you're done? 🥹 You care? About my writing? Enough to recommend it and discuss it when I'm not there? 🥹🥹🥹
If you're in the US, now is a great time to talk to the young people in your life about the US military:
The recruiter is not your friend. The military employs child psychologists to learn how to make you think the recruiter is your friend.
The recruiter is allowed to lie to you and makes more money if they do.
The recruiter is paid a commission to groom children into cannon fodder.
The recruiter will tell you you're special and will go into special smart soldier programs instead of combat. They're lying.
The recruiter may tell you they can tell if someone can get PTSD or not and only recruit people like you, who won't. They're lying.
The recruiter may tell you you'll be too busy attending free college (!!) to go overseas. They're lying.
The recruiter may ask what countries you want to travel to and promise you bougie placements on military bases in those countries. They're lying.
Even "It's just four years!" is a lie - the government is allowed to hold you past your enlistment period with a stop-loss order.
The recruiter actually has zero power to decide anything that happens to you after you enlist and they more importantly don't care what happens to you.
If you enlist, you will be brainwashed to make you willing to do things to other humans that you would never be willing to do today.
You will be ordered to do things that will kill children. And you'll do them.
The military is not the only way or even the best way for you to go to college or start a career.
Military brainwashing will actually make you into a terrible university student because it degrades your ability to think critically and question your sources.
Having PTSD and/or a TBI will make it harder to be a student and keep a job.
Veterans' benefits suck these days.
Being a veteran drastically increases your risk of homelessness, suicide, alcohol and drug dependence, prison time, and becoming an abuser to your loved ones.
The military will expose you to chemicals that will drastically increase your chances of developing cancer.
The military will withhold information about your rights to conscientiously object after enlisting.
hey have you guys seen the batshit ai-generated images that indiana state senator chris garten tweeted of himself beating the shit out of santa claus
he tweeted this on christmas morning. santa claus is apparently supposed to represent bureaucracy somehow. i think maybe he heard the other republicans talking about a war on christmas and didn't fully understand it
ao3 needs an algorithm this, AO3 needs to let me kudos every chapter that
the only feature ao3 needs is an edit history on works so everyone can see proof of y'all changing the publishing dates on your works to put them back at the top of the tag. stop it, you weirdos
I'm an advocate for weird embarrassing straight dudes being fags for each other most of the time but I just don't think mordecai and Rigby would fuck..... Like they just don't respect each other enough for that
My mom kept complaining that all of a sudden the Beatles are back and they're fucking everywhere and they're so obnoxious and were practically having an orgy in her garden under a cucumber leaf and that's when I realized she meant spotted cucumber beetles and not Paul McCartney
WIP INTRODUCTION - Vampire Lesbians In The Roaring 20's
Nan Marshall abandons her provincial life in Louisiana —along with the husband chosen for her— in search of something she cannot yet name. Harlem promises freedom, but the city’s rhythm is relentless, its nights colder than she imagined and her place within it uncertain.
Then she meets June Blanchard. Draped in bright colors and exuding a mysterious allure, June embodies everything Nan’s parents warned her against, but with every chance encounter, she finds herself drawn closer.
June eventually leads her to The Gorgon, a clandestine speakeasy at the borough’s heart where the beautiful and damned gather under the rule of vampire matriarch Lucille, indulging in pleasures both intoxicating and forbidden: women, power, and blood.
Although seduced by the promise of eternal life and a sense of belonging, Nan begins to realize that her flight from Louisiana may have brought her into a different kind of captivity.
By night’s end, the choice will be hers to make.
✦ Themes: Escape, belonging, desire, repression, decay, mortality, power and vulnerability.
✦ Status: Drafting
✦ Vibes: velvet curtains, crimsom lipstick stains on crystal glasses, gold dust clinging to skin under dim light, jazz echoing through underground walls, cigarette smoke, bare shoulders catching the glow of a chandelier, whispering in powder rooms, pearls against dark skin, the sticky warmth of a crowded cabaret, the ache of shoes too tight for dancing all night long, the flicker of neon lights, blood spilled over fur coats and feather capes.
A small-town girl from Louisiana, running from an arranged marriage that promised her nothing but a lifetime of polite obedience. She arrives to New York City not knowing what she's looking for, but in desperate need of finding it.
The girl who left first. Once the miracle beauty of her hometown, she was still a teenager when she swore, “make me marry that old man and I’ll vanish to chase modeling.” And she did. Now she helps Nan find her footing in the city, offering her a bed in her cramped room and a taste of glamour she wears like armor.
The first face Nan meets in New York, and the one who opens the door to The Gorgon. Enigmatic, magnetic, a little fragile beneath the polish —she’s Shug Avery with stage fright. A century of undeath hasn’t made her immune to sunlight, garlic or pretty lady.
Owner and architect of The Gorgon. To her, vampirism was never a curse but a covenant bestowed upon her by a beloved partner as the highest act of trust. Where others fed in alleys and fled from torches, she imagined something bolder: a sanctuary. The Gorgon is her cathedral, her rules its scripture. Nothing is taken without being freely given, and those who cross that line answer to her. Regal, uncompromising, almost priestess-like, Lucille turns survival into ritual.
Lucille’s main partner and right hand, though never her reflection. Where Lucille sees sacrament, Archer remembers conquest. She lived through the days when vampires bowed to no laws, and she carries that feral pride like a badge. Blunt and unyielding, The Gorgon’s delicate rules mean nothing to her but a gilded cage. She stays at Lucille’s side not out of devotion, but in the hope of one day shaking her out of it. Sharp suits, sharper teeth and almost no patience left. The butch your sire told you not to worry about.
The youngest at The Gorgon. Once a rich man’s spoiled daughter, now restless, hungry and ungrateful for rules. Lucille’s worshiped donors are nothing but blood bags, if you ask her. Blood bags getting far too comfortable with their natural predators’ devotion. To Sylvia, vampirism isn’t sacred; it’s power, and she’s starving for more.
Trying to draw Orange the Greek (my OC who's dating Pim in my one of my fics and whose Charlie is very normal about) and I've had to start again three times because he always ends up looking like Octavius Rex, I hate it here
