I am an adult and while I’m fine with minors interacting with my posts they’re not going to be tailored for kids. (15+ will be fine though)
Fandoms I’ll probably post about (will hopefully remember to update):
Pacific Rim
Star Wars (Mostly Clone Wars)
Marvel Cinematic Universe (Though I have read some Hawkeye and Moon Knight comics)
Idk if I should put DC? I’ve only watched the animated movies and Teen Titans(2003)
Horror and Sci-fi Podcasts (I am In Eskew, Kane and Feels, TMA, Ghost Wax, Shelterwood, Wolf 359, The White Vault, Observable Radio and a few more I can’t remember rn)
Poppy Playtime
The Amazing Digital Circus
Epic the Musical
HadesTown
DanDaDan
Gachiakuta
Iron Lung
Project Hail Mary
Less then liked Characters who I love and will probably defend:
The Jedi
Mace Windu
Fox
Tony Stark
John Walker (<- This does not mean people get to hate on Sam! I love Sam and won’t tolerate people bashing him on here)
Eurylochus
Ragatha
Jax
DNI/Rules: Honestly don’t have one just don’t be a dick and don’t force your opinions onto me or others. If you want to have a debate that’s fine, but pls start it in the comments. Insulting myself or others will be seen as an argument and you will be blocked.
Masterposts/lists:
Deamon AU’s for fandoms
Wing AU’s for fandoms
Fan Fiction Masterlist
Ao3Link
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#Fin talks into the void - Me talking out my thoughts or theories. often things that I think of late at night
Aroace culture is being really confused and a little concerned when people take basic physical affections (i.e: putting your arm around, holding hands, non-side hugs) as flirtation
At least warn/tag spoilers! I have everything except for the characters’ and main tadc tag blocked and I’m still coming across spoilers just in my fyp!
We need to fricking stop with this CinemaSins TVTropes style crap in fandom. Actually, we need to stop that attitude in all creative fields, but I'm talking about fic right now.
I have seen many posts ragging on over-used phrases in fanfic, and yes, I find 'cerulean orbs' deeply strange, but if I ever said anything hateful on the topic I wish I hadn't.
You know why we say 'smirk' a lot in fic? cause its faster than 'gave a tiny smile to one side with their lips closed, a little cocky and provocative' Smirk is an easy way of saying it. It's the correct word. We say it in fic a lot because people smirk a lot in real life. Go people watch, its all over. Also. Bring me a true synonym for smirk, and I'll use that instead, but these ain't it.
If you have a better way of saying 'took off his shoes without untying them, just levered the heel with the toe of the other' that isn't saying 'he toed off his shoes' I'd love to hear it. Cause that phrase is perfect for it.
'Huffed a laugh'? Yeah, they did. Cause I'm not going to spend extra words describing how they 'exhaled through their nose once, amused, but not enough to fully laugh aloud' Its a specific action. You think people don't do that all day? five bucks says its exactly what you do when you see a meme most of the time. You didn't lol. You huffed a laugh.
The idea that something that's been used before is inherently less valuable is ridiculous. Same with the inverse.
If the phrase you want to use is common or widely used, but is the best way to communicate it? Use it. Don't fall for this trap that is currently consuming hollywood. You don't have to have a clever twist just because 'they survived and were happy' is a trope. You don't have to use some insane alternate phrase just because someone thinks fandom uses 'smirk' too much.
And, as always, if someone gives you hell and you don't want to fight them? let me know, cause I volunteer.
sex-repulsed people are fully within our rights to be cranky and blunt about not liking sex and how it's fucking everywhere btw. we shouldn't have to tiptoe around and make sure our phrasing is perfectly squeaky clean because people interpret any criticism of sex and sexualization as puritanism. venting about compulsory sexuality is not purity culture. maybe you could stand to learn a thing or two from us.
I’m so tired of the “why do people hate aspecs, they aren’t doing anything?” argument. I know that it is an attempt to support us, but it fails so spectacularly to understand aromanticism, asexuality, and any other aspec identity that it’s actively frustrating.
We are doing something. We’re rejecting allonormative ideals and that’s a massive thing to do. We’re actively fighting not just to help other aspecs, but to help everyone, because amatonormativity (and allonormativity as a whole) hurt everyone. Single people who want to find a partner but can’t also deserve to be able to exist.
There are so many issues with the expectation of marriage, including:
A single income isn't enough to get by anymore
Having a spouse is almost necessary under the current medical system
Society shames and pressures people who are single to get into relationships constantly
Rejecting allonormativity means fighting against these things that hurt everyone.
So, no, aces and aros and other aspecs aren't "doing nothing." We're doing quite a lot.
Of all of the issues with claiming a non service animal is a service animal, one I've been reminded of recently is the allergen risk.
I have a pretty bad animal dander allergy. If an animal brushes against my leg and I touch that part of my clothing and then my face, my face and airways will swell and I'll start audibly wheezing. If I touch my eyes they swell to the point I can't see.
Several times in the last few months I've had "service animals" jump on me/my wheelchair, press against me, or try to get me to pet them. Its happened in places only service animals are allowed. Every time this has happened the animal has been near the full range of its leash and looking away from its owner (who is talking to someone else and doesn't notice their animal is getting all over me).
When this happens I need to keep track of where the animal touched me, take a Benadryl if there's any risk it's gotten near my face/airways, and immediately wash that clothing when I get home so I don't experience anaphylaxis. If I can't do laundry then that clothing is quarantined for weeks on end, until I can eventually wash it.
Service animals do not act this way. Even in training the handler is aware enough of them to keep them close and off of other people. A service animal that is not focused on or even near its owner is failing at its job and not ready to work, never mind in sensitive places like doctors offices. The handlers I know irl have had better behaved months old puppies when it comes to this, unlike the adult dogs who've tried to get their paws in my lap.
These have not been situations where the animal is trying to get my attention to help its handler. These have been situations where the owner has been acting like a typical pet owner in places where only service animals are allowed. They are making the active choice to endanger me and other people with animal dander allergies, including people who have more severe allergies than me.
“This means… of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.”
“My.”
“Correct. But only for names.”
“So you’re calling me…?”
Rocky repeats the word: “My Grace. Yes.”
“Are there other Graces? Why do you need to specify?”
Rocky considers this, tapping his xenonite-encased claws idly against the floor.
“No other Grace,” Rocky says. “We just do this.”
“Like an honorific,” Grace guesses. “It goes before everyone’s name? Everyone you know?”
Rocky whirs in surprise. “No, no, no. Not at all.”
“Okay, then who? What makes me qualify?”
Rocky is silent for a moment.
“...Does this offend Grace?” he asks, voice lower.
Grace blinks. “No! I don’t think so. Is there a reason to be offended?”
“Good,” Rocky says, relieved. Grace is starting to recognize what Eridian relief sounds like. “No, no reason.”
“Who else do you call that?”
“You don’t have this on Earth?”
Grace considers. What for, friends? He couldn’t call Marissa “my Marissa.” That would be weird.
“I still don’t know what it means,” he settles on. “So I couldn’t tell you.”
Rocky groans in frustration. He’s a very impatient tutor. “We just say it.”
“Are you my Rocky?” Grace asks. He hits the two keys to make the my note.
“I don’t know!” Rocky says. “You decide this.”
“I decide? Who do you use it for?”
“You. Adrian. I will use it for my pebbles.”
Grace blinks. “So few?”
Rocky shifts. “I am… you do not have the word yet. Eridian who works alone often, not close to many other Eridians.”
“What, mechanical engineer?”
Rocky chitters with amusement. “Acceptable.”
“Is Adrian your only friend?”
Rocky draws back, like he’s taken offense. “I have friends. Coworkers. But different.”
So just Adrian. And him.
“This worries you,” Rocky says.
“Adrian is your mate,” Grace points out. “I’m not your mate.”
“Correct. You are not. You do not like to be a mate.”
Grace isn’t sure how to respond to that, so he ignores it.
“I’m your friend,” Grace says.
Rocky hesitates, for a second. “...Correct.”
“Like your coworkers.”
“No.”
Grace sighs, rubbing his hand across his face. Okay, maybe that’s fair. It’s not like he felt about any of his coworkers like he feels about Rocky.
“Best friend,” Grace amends. “You’re my best friend, too.”
Rocky hums. “Acceptable.”
“Just acceptable? Now you are offending me. Can you just explain?”
This makes Rocky fall silent for a minute longer than usual. Grace is half-ready to apologize and to say let’s move on and to retype his own name without the superfluous my.
“The Earth ‘best friend’ is not strong enough,” Rocky says finally. “It does not translate this way.”
Grace runs his fingers through his hair, a little nervous, for some reason. “Okay.”
“It is…” Rocky pauses. He has to pause more often, now that they’re not using the translator, to simplify his language. “It means that I am not Rocky without my Grace. You are part of… of the whole. When I wake up, I think of you. When I work. When I eat. When I think I am going to die.”
Rocky speaks slowly, but it’s still a lot of Eridian for Grace to grasp all at once. Even as he works out the sentences in his head, he can feel hot tears rising in his eyes.
“It means that when you are sick, I am sick,” Rocky continues. “And it means I will take care of you, because taking care of you is taking care of myself.”
Grace bunches up his sleeve, wiping it across his face, blinking furiously.
Rocky’s voice is soft. “So Grace is part of Rocky. Grace is like a cell. You see? My Grace.”
Grace is quiet, for a moment, trying to get himself together. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.
“...Oh.”
Rocky hums, pressing his carapace gently against Grace’s arm. “You are leaking. Does this make you sad?”
Grace shakes his head, sniffing, crossing his arms across his knees and resting his chin on his sleeves. “Not at all.”
“Good, good.”
“I feel like that,” Grace mumbles. “Just like that. Just exactly—exactly like that.”
“About your old mate?”
“Don’t act stupid. You know I’m talking about you.”
Rocky hums, burrowing closer. Grace curls one arm around his carapace. That’s not enough, so he leans over, dropping his head down so his forehead presses against the xenonite.
“My Rocky,” Grace whispers in English.
“My Grace,” Rocky echoes in Eridian. Grace can recognize the note at the start. He will add it when he plays Rocky’s name.
“How long have you called me that?” Grace asks. “Must’ve been a while. I didn’t notice it change.”
