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Happy 18 years since frank had those God-awful dreadlocks bullets was released !!!

Have you ever considered making the Fix it AU into an actual fanfic? And have you ever met PaganSun knowing how whiny that person is complaining everytime the show makes even a little change from the comics without being open minded and complaing about women being Mary Sues even after Frank said there are no Mary Sues?

Ahh yes I have considered making my fix it au into a fanfic, yes! And while ive written a very basic outline im no where near complete and don't think I will be for a while due to college starting up again. If anybody wants to take my ideas for the fix it au and do something with than go right ahead! (Of course just credit the parts that were from my posts, I'd also be happy to consult with anyone who'd want to do that in my messages!).

As for the person you named I haven't interacted with them and have just seen posts about them. I understand where the initial criticism might stem from but I can't say I relate to it too much as DT17 was my first introduction to the property.

Personally, I do think the characters could stand to have a few more flaws or longer drawn out arcs but I know while this show is about family, its also about cool adventures and mysteries which leaves less time for character development. Its not a show like ALTA or BoJack where there is a the plot is followed through in a mostly chronical way. There technically isn't an end goal where saving the world is the end all be all, it's just another adventure.

But I like that about the show, even if I tend to write it/like to imagine if that were less of the case.

#ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 17 #sam says shit #thank u for your ask i hope this doesn't seem bland #fix it au #love u frank #and the rest of the talented crew and vas

daredevil + incorrect quotes (insp)

#daredevil #kastle #frank kastle #karen page #daredevil crack #edits: mine #p: kastle #f: daredevil #my murder baby #love u frank

4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. I’d hear his conversation and his silence. . Until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love. It changed my life. Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with. I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager. . The ones I played when I experienced a girlfriend for the first time. I realized they were written in a language I did not yet speak. I realized too much, too quickly. Imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima, the same car I packed up with bags and drove to Los Angeles in. I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for them, knowing I could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn’t admit the same. He had to go back inside soon, it was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined reciprocity for years. Now imagine being thrown from a cliff. No, I wasn’t on a cliff, I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths. I took the breaths and carried on. I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn’t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn’t always successful.

The dance went on. . I kept the rhythm for several summers after. It’s winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home for another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now I’ve written two albums, this being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane. I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at how far all of it has taken me. Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe. . Sincerely. These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are. . Great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alrite. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it. . As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. . and we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the summer. I’ll remember who I was when I met you. I’ll remember who you were and how we’ve both changed and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive. Thanks. To my mother, you raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were first. . so thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely. . I can hear the sky falling too.

Frank Ocean

Going through my Frank tag looking for a song and ended up typing this thing up just so I could have it in a slightly more readable form on my blog. God I can still vividly remember the night he posted this 5 (almost 6?) years ago and how it felt to read this.

#'some things never are. . and we were'#god.#frank ocean #love u frank

fuck frank iero for being born on halloween bc i was almost born on christmas day and christmas is my favorite holiday, too. i’m so mad why couldn’t i have been born 2 weeks later >:(

#j.txt #love u frank #but also dunks on you