MJ; late 30s; March baby; Aries; bi; tattooed Jew. Yankee in a southern town. Married; stepmom; adoptee; obsessed with older men with grey hair and women who could choke me. I like stuff to come back to and read/reblog later. Especially if I’m on tumblr at work. The Pitt and pro wrestling are current hyper fixations of mine. I’ve been in fandom since the days of message boards, dial up, and MySpace. I queue a lot of posts. Asks are always open, taking requests for characters on my masterlist; fandom grandma so happy to give advice. Tags I use, who I write for, and what I won't write all under the cut! Shen icon by the amazing @punkgeekcryptid
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18+. If you follow me and don’t have an age listed I’m blocking. If you’re under 18 I’m blocking.
Requests: closed as I start my EdD
Masterlist
Tags I use:
About MJ — things that I relate to and personal shit
MJ Writes — my fics and posts about them
MJ answers — all the asks I answer
Fic Recs — fanfics from all the talented writers here that I enjoyed!
Inspiration — women who inspire me
Stop it — people I find attractive
Squee — cute animals
Him - for posts that remind me of my hubby
Who I write for/will be willing to write for:
From The Pitt: Robby, Jack, Rabbot, Parker Ellis, Brendon Park, Crus Henderson, Baran Al-Hashimi, Jesse Van Horn, John Shen, Samira, Emery, & Trinity.
Others: Alfred Pennyworth from The Batman (Andy Serkis’ portrayal specifically), Ulysses Klaue (MCU), Chibs Telford (SoA), Happy Lowman (SoA), Pope Cody (Animal Kingdom), Harry Wilson (Leverage: Redemption), Titus Danforth (Ready or Not 2), and Flynn Carsen (The Librarians).
What I don’t write: hurt with no comfort, breeding/pregnancy kink, rape/SA on screen (I’m fine referring to it and will always have content warnings), Robby explicitly celebrating Christmas by himself (him and Jack sharing each other’s holidays I’m good with), Robby (or any other Jewish character) converting. Dennis with either Robby or Abbot (won’t yuck anyone’s yum but just not my thing). RPF (once again, just not my thing but you do you).
the best thing about tumblr is that you can watch a show and then you come here and someone has made a gifset of it and you can put it on your blog like a sticker in a journal
Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.
Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.
His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.
I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.
My grandpa once told me he worked with a guy called Scrappy at General Motors back in the 50s. Every few days he would wheelbarrow out metal shavings and the foreman was convinced he was stealing things and hiding them in the scrap metal to get it out of the factory. But every time they’d go through the scrap they’d find nothing. He was stealing the wheelbarrows.
Wile E. Coyote, two milliseconds before he lights a match only to reveal he's surrounded by flammable traps he himself has set and the whole website explodes
I absolutely love Gerran Howell's very real reaction to seeing someone's Whitaker tattoo.
It was a stunning quite sizable tattoo of two versions of Whitaker but he was like WHHHAATTT?? like he could not believe that someone had his face tattooed on them not once but twice.
everyone start using your queues more theyre the best goddamn feature on tumblr. imagine if you could post consistently with no effort. imagine if instead of passing around the same new art like a blunt you put it in an indeterminate purgatory where it would come out at random because you shuffled the queue like 5 times to disguise the fact that you went buckwild over your blorbo and went through their whole tag
From my upcoming Alfred Pennyworth (Andy Serkis edition) fic
You clutch the Gotham Gazette in your hands, a red circle around the advertisement. A listing in the help wanted section. Librarian needed for a private library. Bachelor’s degree required, MLS preferred. Absolute discretion required. Call Alfred Pennyworth followed by a number. Alfred Pennyworth. You knew that name. Everyone in Gotham heard of him. The man who raised Gotham’s resident rich playboy, Bruce Wayne. Your mouth watered at how big the library must be at Wayne Manor to require a private librarian. Fresh off your EdD in Library Sciences you knew you were probably overqualified for the job, but you were not about to miss an opportunity to see Wayne Manor in person, so you dialed the number on the ad.
“Wayne Manor, Alfred speaking,” the voice on the other end of the line spoke. A very hot, very posh, very British voice.
“Yes, hi, I was calling in regards to the private librarian position. I was hoping to submit my resume for review,” you say, trying to sound confident.
“Do you have experience?” Alfred asks you.
“Yes, sir. And I meet all your other requirements.” After talking with Alfred a little bit longer the two of you agree on a day and time for you to come to Wayne Manor for an interview.
the most essential part of a fandom are those people who immediately tell you to write it, draw it, make it when you share your ideas, you have no idea how many fanworks are born just because someone encouraged it
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