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So, I am using this to improve my english writing.
I accept constructive criticism or advice.
🕊️/ a batjokes panel(s) you have been thinking about pretty often recently?
Oh boy! How much time do you have? There are far too many too list really but I just re-read Batman/Catwoman 2021 to get some fic ideas so I'll share some from that! What's sitting with me the most is the way Bruce's lovers read him and Joker's relationship throughout the series (and Bruce in general).
For example:
Andrea Beaumont calling him out:
Selina:
Joker:
Also Bruce really acted like he was cheating on Selina with Joker in that series (I mean he kinda was):
And Joker being horny and obsessive, including trying on Bruce's clothes at Selina's house:
There's a lot more, maybe I'll do a post of some of my favorite batjokes panels of all time one day!
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a tweet from Fairy Tale Fragments that reads: Once upon a time, there was a blacksmith who had a glass slipper.
a tweet thread in a series of images from Olivia Waite
I already love him. Hands so used to metal and sandpaper, and here is this fragile, delicate thing. He balances it between the calluses of his fingertips, turning it back and forth, watching it turn firelight into rainbows.
But it’s only one of a pair.
He goes to everyone in the village, asking: is this yours? Some laugh, some sneer. A few try it on, but it’s always too big or too small.
Finally, someone tells him a name, and points to a house a little ways into the wood.
Someone strange lives here, they’ve always said. A witch, copper f skin, who prays to foreign gods. But the blacksmith respects copper. He knocks on the door.
The witch answers. Firelight limns her. Her arms are bare, as muscular as his. Silently he holds up the slipper.
“Ah,” says the witch. Is that a flash of sadness in her dark eyes? He hopes not. He can’t keep his eyes off the line of her mouth, the proud tilt of her nose. He wishes he’d changed out of his work clothes.
“Come with me,” she says.
She takes him through a door and into a workshop, bigger than his own and full of different smells. she hands him a metal pole and says, “ Turn this until I say stop.” One the end is a glowing orb, liquid and searing hot.
His skin prickles.
But he’s a blacksmith. He’s not afraid of the heat. He spins the metal rod at her command, back and forth, while she works the hot glass with spades and paddles and surfaces he doesn’t recognize.
Slowly, a shape forms.
Much later, they clip the glass from the rod into the witch’s waiting hands. “It needs to cool until morning,” she says, as she places it into the cupboard.
The blacksmith pulls out the other one, and sets it on the shelf beside its mate.
The witch’s long mouth twists. “If you’re looking for who could wear that, I can’t help you,” she says.
The blacksmith snorts. “Wear this? It’s a bauble. I was looking for who could make it. Something familiar, yet beautiful. Magical, yet ordinary.”
The witch looks him up and down. “I could teach you how.”
“You could – but what I want is not knowledge. It’s just…” He shifts. He’s not good with words. “I want to find someone who thinks of beauty like this. Who is strong, but careful. Who knows about fire, and fragile things.”
The witch looked at him a long, long time. “I want the same,” she said.
The blacksmith smiled. “Then I’d love to ask your name.”
Decades later, her name was carved beside his, on a single stone. Beneath it, a pair of slippers, ribbons wrapping them together.
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why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
What if Buffy's mom hadn't found out about slaying at the end of season 2 and Buffy had to convince Spike to stay in town and pretend to be in a band with her because that was the cover story they'd told Joyce
And then eventually end up accidentally actually starting a band because it’s easier than maintaining the lie
Joyce says they can use the garage to rehearse and she always makes them snacks. Buffy starts to worry she'll never get Spike to leave
Buffy insists on calling the band Slayer and Spike keeps failing to convince her that there’s already a band with that name
Low key I feel like Buffy would just see it as a cover and it’s a ‘fake band’ but Spike gets like way into it and it’s a Real Band™️ to him and he’s a little annoyed Buffy doesn’t take it as seriously. He’s always like “you missed practice this Tuesday what the hell’s up with that. We have a gig next week btw”
#he starts trailing after her on patrol to bitch about missing practice or how she's sloppy on her chords #starts pitching in on the slayage because vampires keep interrupting his tirades #''EXCUSE ME we are having a ROW'' *stakes fledgling* #no chip necessary spike is literally the guy in the band with zero chill about the band #he undeads the band. he unbreathes the band. he spends all his time not sleeping... on the band. #(willow is their manager xander is the merch guy) #(giles was secretly plotting to lure spike into a trap until he notices spike is... actually better at corralling buffy on patrol than he is #because spike doesn't want her injuring her hands or doing anything that fucks with her breath control) #(giles is also weak to the nostalgia of it all and tunes their instruments when he thinks they're not looking) #(when faith arrives mid-S3 she's quickly recruited to sing backup) (via @entirelytookeen)
@worldsokayestdragon :
#spike after learning Oz plays guitar: why İsn't he in the band? #buffy: he's already in his own band. which is actually a real band unlike our fake band that you keep forgetting is just a cover story #spike: we're never going to make it in the music industry if you don't stop calling our band fake
Spike (with reluctant but knowledgeable backup from Giles) finally convinces her that "Slayer" risks bringing copyright lawyers down upon their heads, a fate worse than vampires
Buffy turns around and re-names their band "Fake"
Ok I Don’t go here but this whole thing is very. very. very funny.
Zukaang Week is returning in 2026! ❤️🔥
To prepare for the event, we're running a small interest check for creators and fans who are interested in participating. This will help us determine the themes and prompts for this year. The survey will be open from May 27th to June 7th.
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The dates for this year’s Zukaang week are still TBD, but will tentatively take place in late August or early September.
If you have any questions or suggestions, just send us an ask!
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THE VERY FIRST STAR TREK SLASH FIC PUBLISHED
“A Fragment out of Time”, published in 1974. Kirk / Spock. page 1 page 2
I had to share it with you because I can’t stop laughing, and every time I reread it it just gets funnier and fUNNIER
This fan fiction is older than the push-through tabs on soda cans.
Your grandma wrote this on her Commodore 64.
I miss my Commodore 64
Oh my dear, sweet children. The Commodore 64 came out in 1982. This was produced on a typewriter and probably mimeographed. And while it may seem funny now, it took more courage to write and distribute this than you will ever know.
Reblogged for that last comment.
respect your elders
Children, in the olden days fanfiction was written on a typewriter, copied and sent by snail mail. Getting one one of those letters from across the world was every bit as exciting as getting a notification that your favorite writer posted a new fic.
It’s been said before, but the fact that this fic begins with the dialogue assertion “We’re by no means setting a precedent” is endlessly amusing to me.
Diane Marchant changed all our lives. May she rest in peace.
The precedent line is especially amusing when you bear in mind that “A Fragment Out of Time” is not only the first Star Trek slashfic to be published in a widely distributed magazine: it’s believed by some to be the first slashfic of any kind to be widely published.
In 1974 it was illegal to send pornography through the USPS. So distributing fic like this via mailed newsletter was literally dangerous. And they knew it.
These posts are sisters
MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE
i didnt know the flash was on
captivated by his colours. how is he doing this
the jimmy summer palette has dropped
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
my friend has a tumblr account but DOESNT know this… life is so empty
I FOUND THE ORIGINAL
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Something I love about the teen wolf fandom is that I haven't seen a single person who actually sticks to canon. Not even talking about like non canon ships or whatever, like full "that character is still alive actually", "This character never left", "anything after season 3 didn't happen. Also some things before season 3". Like other fandoms are very into the source material, and divergence in fic is treated as a what if scenario. In teen wolf it's the default. The teen wolf fandom looked at the scripts, said "this is trash", and then went and everyone did their own thing en masse. Open a fic and just accept whoever's still alive in it
this used to be a common knowledge
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Honestly, it bothers me a little whenever someone says that Merlin betrayed "his people" because of Arthur/Camelot.
Merlin grew up in a small village where he wasn't very loved, with only his mother and Will, taught that he had to lie or someone else would hurt him because of something he was born with and had no choice about.
"His people" were Hunith and Will, no one else.
Let's jump to the canon: he was only there to become Gaius's apprentice. His first encounter with another magical being is an execution and a woman who utters a threat, zero extra context. Let's jump to his encounter with Kilgarrah, a dragon who tells him he must protect Arthur, an obligation he didn't sign up for, among all of this, the only one who said kind words to him was Gwen. At the banquet, the magical woman uses her magic to affect everyone, not just the one responsible for her son's death. He saves Arthur and gets another job.
"His people" are now Gaius, Gwen, Arthur and Morgana.
And Uther ends up in a border zone of "his people" only because he is important to Arthur, someone Merlin has grown fond of and doesn't want to see hurt.
The next magical people he meets are always trying to hurt or manipulate Arthur because of Uther's actions. He felt happy when he met that man who made Morgana sick, only for him to later take Gaius's job and try to commit murder.
The only good magical people he know end up dying in his arms, and in the end he only stay with the people of Camelot.
Lancelot, Gwaine, Lyon, Elyan, Percival end up being "his people", who now live in Camelot, a place they swore to protect.
It's like the great-great-grandson of your grandmother's second cousin suddenly appeared and demanded that you put him above all those you love.
Sharing one thing in their lives means nothing, when everyone's lives are filled with a thousand and one things they share with the people they love.
I was checking the tags for AO3 and came across "Draco Malfoy has Golden Retriever energy." At first I denied it, but it kept nagging at me.
This search was in the context of Drarry, but in canon Draco always seems ready to get Harry's attention, and lately my feed is full of golden retriever videos for some reason so I couldn't help but compare.
It's been a while since I read the books and I don't have much time right now, so I'm asking for your help even if you don't ship them.
( A friendly reminder that the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables are separated by the other two houses in between, and yet Drarry always seemed within conversational reach )
What would you call Draco's energy towards Harry?
Golden Retriever Energy
Black Cat Energy
Orange Cat Energy
Energy from Another Animal (comment and explanation please)
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"Write character relationships that are normal" WRONG ☝ CODEPENDENCY BEAM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
I am a PASSIONATE commenter on fanfiction, but sometimes it slows down my reading because I don't want to read if I don't have the mental energy to leave the long comments I want to
Still, as an author, I know even a short note can mean the world.
So, I put together a little guide with different “levels” of comments, so it’s easier to leave something without overthinking!
Hopefully this helps someone else too!