PanwithaPlan

19, Taken, Pan, NB

[yourpanwithaplan]

Fandom Masterlist/Requests

Hello! This is for anyone who wants to know what fandoms I write for, and what things you can request! Feel free to request any ships from any of the following fandoms. I will update this list and my rules as needed. You can request in the comments on this post, send me an ask, or just message me. I have the right to refuse any request for any reason, but I am open to writing most things. Also, you can find my post schedule right here. Anyways, here you go!

Animal Crossing New Horizons

Assassination Classroom

Banana Fish

Black Butler

BoJack Horseman

Death Note

Descendants

Fairly OddParents

Free Rein

Gravity Falls

Green Eggs and Ham (Netflix Series)

Hamilton

Harry Potter

Heathers

Hetalia

Hilda

Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts

Miraculous Lady Bug

My Hero Academia

Ouran High School Host Club

Rise of the Guardians

Rosario + Vampire

Shark Boy and Lava Girl

Spirit Riding Free

Stardew Valley

Steven Universe

Studio Ghibli

Sword Art Online

The Lorax

Total Drama

Twilight

Vampire Knight

Voltron

Wynonna Earp

Yuri on Ice

[pukicho]

Sure AI might poison the lands around us, contribute to mass psychosis, raise our energy costs, steal all of our art and intellectual property without repercussion, exploit workforces in poor countries, give execs reasons to fire you, and ultimately widen the wealth gap, but at least we'll have a little guy on our phones telling us things a google search already could've!

[clankit]

fascinated with the idea of Hollow Knight: Silksong being stuck in development heaven, just like development hell except everyone is having so much fun making the game and they just keep adding things and having a good time. and never finishing the game.

[oliviawebsite]

you have to be able to defend people who are receiving unjust treatment even if they annoy you even if you personally find them extremely annoying you still have to be able to stand up and say "well thats fucked up"

[pusheenthenerdcat]

the moral willpower required for "i hate their guts but my personal ethical standard is no xyz and i cannot set the precedent of making an exception for them" is imennse but important work

[dragontatoes]

reblogging this again to add that the opposite is also true. You shouldn't be willing to back up the unethical actions of people that you do like. Most ethical dilemmas aren't one-on-one, so this is less common, but when your dear friend says, "[fucked up thing], am I right?" you should be able and willing to say, "I don't think that's right, no."

[socialistexan]

Ending Crime and Disorder on America's Streets

By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, it is hereby ordered: Section 1

[moniquill]

To be entirely clear: This is very much intended to create a legal pathway to load homeless people into vans, incarcerate, and enslave them (Most incarcerated people in the US are enslaved)

[karapaints]

Congratulations, they’re not only going to disappear the homeless and the folks suffering from addiction, they’re also going to disappear folks with “serious mental illness.” Serious according to whom?? Are we disappearing “unruly wives” or LGBTQIA folks??

[moniquill]

Yes to all and more. They want to be able to do this to anyone they deem a problem to society.

Call your congresspeople and tell them to oppose this LOUDLY.

[niyarest]

[theivorytowercrumbles]

As a head's up, their phonelines are swarmed, but you can also send emails:

[email protected]

b2b.mastercard.com/contact-us/

[arburi]

If their phones are swarmed, send an email.

Then call again later until you reach a real person. If their phones are tied up for days? Try again for days. Large companies hope that backlash dies down over time, so it's important that you ensure they don't see an end in sight.

Collective Shout only succeeded because they were fucking annoying, like most anti-LGBTQ+ hate groups. If you want to get payment processors to back down off this puritanical hate bullshit, you have to be more annoying than the opposition.

[depsidase]

[flower-crowns-and-combat-boots]

Every time you have GenAI make you an anime waifu with three titties and a dumptruck ass a family doesn't get to have a drink or bathe.

Every time you ask Copilot to write you a PowerShell script to stroke your boss' ego, a city experiences a brownout.

Every time you chat with your AI "girlfriend" a farmer doesn't get to water their animals.

Using these tools actively hurts you and your community, while at the same time enriching some shitheel who would happily step on your neck to make an additional dollar. Don't use them. Actively remove them from devices you own. Disable them whenever possible. Go out of your way to avoid them. It's honestly not hard. You've been using the internet just fine without GenAI hallucinating at you.

[ouroborosmoons]

[skyethepuppygirl]

"72 hours were it not for some regulatory hold ups" I hope this makes it crystal fucking clear to everyone. This is a metal box shitily put together with 0 regard to the people that will be forced inside it. It took them 8 days WITH regulations, and what you see is 1500 bunk beds put into a metal cage within a bigger metal cage. It's optimised to take away people's comfort and privacy.

And if they didn't have regulations it would have been worse.

Building this in 8 days isn't impressive. It's a disgusting testament to the lengths of cruelty people will go to just to lock up and torture and harm anyone who isn't white.

Make noise about this. Never stop making noise until everyone can live safely. This is disgusting.

[cuteautumn]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[tomatoreddsworld-deactivated201]

WHAT THE FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE WHY DID SOMEONE REBLOG THIS

[derranger-deactivated20220102]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[imokube-deactivated20240203]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[mr-freezo-42069-inactive]

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

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[hallowed-be-thy-ween]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

[ct-5757]

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TOMMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

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[thanook]

ITS THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF SEPTEMBER

[wizardchicken]

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

[yourpanwithaplan]

Not my usual kinda post, but here it is:

Hypothetically: You've had a really long, difficult day at school. Your closest friend, who also happens to be a fantastic cook, invites you over to dinner to make your day a little better. When you get there, you find out your friend has cut off their own arm, grilled it, and served it for you. Would you eat it? Would you appreciate the gesture? (Note: We're also assuming you will not gain negative effects from consuming it.)

I would eat it and appreciate it.

I would not eat it, but I would appreciate.

I would not eat or appreciate it.

Yes I would eat it, but I wouldn't appreciate it.

Voting ended onOct 5, 2023

[staffs-secret-blog]

NEW TUMBLR UPDATE:

You can only like 4 posts a day and if you even think of reblogging we're going to blow your brains out

[clevermanka]

Original tweet

[theanishimori]

[yourpanwithaplan]

Cuddles & Collars

3rd Person P.O.V.

      "Ilya! Get over here the movie is starting!" Y/N shouted in the vague direction of the kitchen. "I'm comin'! I wanted popcorn and something to drink!" "Are you having alcohol to drink?" "Aw c'mon. You can have some too!" Ilya insisted. "Alright, but just this once, Ilya, just this once," Y/N said, but this certainly wasn't the first time they were saying it, and it won't be the last.

      You sighed as Ilya plopped his non-existent ass on the couch. He set popcorn and drinks on the table, and as he got comfortable it just looked like a flurry of limbs, a tall baby giraffe learning to walk. At the sheer thought of that, you began to laugh a little. Ilya, now still and comfortable turned to you, "What's so funny, hmm?"

      "Nothing, Nothing at all." Ilya raised an eyebrow at you, "Nothing at all, huh? You sure about that, Y/N?" A shit-eating grin appeared on your face. "Yes, babydoll, I'm sure." From this angle, you could watch blush spread all the way across Ilya's face in a beautiful wave, sweeping across his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears. Y/N's grin stayed firmly in place, proud of how easy it was for them to silence him. 

      Nearly a full five minutes later he turned to you, "C'mere. I need you to touch me, or I am going to die!" Ilya said being overdramatic. "Alright, I will. One moment." You stood up adjusting your outfit, and then you situated yourself right up against the lanky mass of limbs. Ilya smiled wrapping an arm around you.

      "How kind you are to cater to my wishes," Ilya said. I smiled. "Anything for you, doctor." You moved to lay yourself over Ilya's chest, and he smiled down at you. "I want to do this, forever," He said wistfully. "Do what?" You asked. "Oh! Why cuddle you of course! Every night, for the rest of forever," he insisted. You smiled. "I could live with that, Ilya. Because it guarantees us forever, and I like the idea of that," you explained.

     "As far as I knew, we were guaranteed for forever, right? We made a promise?" Ilya asked, fear and concern brewing on his face, his eyes becoming glassy. "Oh! Ilya! Of course! I didn't mean that!" You sat up and kissed him softly. It was short and sweet, to the point, which was rare for Ilya to allow such a thing.

      Ilya smiled once more, relaxing again. You both settled into watching your movie which was already played through nearly halfway, but neither of you are bothered enough by it to start the movie over. Towards the end, during the climax, Ilya made an attempt to get up. He untangled the two of you before standing up almost halfway.

      You grabbed the collar he faithfully wore around his neck for you, pulling him back down to the couch. "Just where do you think you're going?" Y/N asks. Ilya's whole face turns red, and the corner of your mouth twitches into a smirk. "Sorry! I thought we might need more drinks!" "Did I ask for another drink?" "Well... no," He said. "Are thirsty?" You asked him. "Well... not right now," He said, looking anywhere but at you.

      "Mhm, that's what I thought," You said, satisfied. Ilya was still blushing. "Sorry, I'll behave," he promised. You couldn't help but smile. "I know you will because I'll make you if I have to." Ilya nodded taking your statement in. "Of course," He said bright red, "Anything for you, babe, just stop teasing me," He pleaded. You laughed lightly at his request. "Not a chance," You said, and Ilya only smiled.

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[yourpanwithaplan]

Group Project (3/5)

Hamilton's P.O.V.

      I groaned banging on the door. "LAF, LET US OUT!" "Non." I groaned running a hand through my hair, 'what an asshole,' I thought. "Hamilton, save me some grief and just agree to talk about atomic reactions ok?" Jefferson said. "Absolutely not. If I could, I'd cause you grief every single day for the rest of your life!" I told him.

      "That's a nice sentiment, but we ought to get this done, Hamilton. I have a class this afternoon that I can't miss," Jefferson said. "You might as well call me Alexander seeing as we're going to be best friends by the time this is over. At least that's what Laf wants," I tell him. Jefferson walks over to me and extends his hand diplomatically.

      "Alexander, I'm Thomas... it is with great displeasure I meet you here today," He said gritting his teeth. I shook his hand. "I have equal sentiments about meeting you, Thomas." He pulled his hand away wiping it on his pants. "Now then, we either need to agree on a new topic completely or work on a video about atomic reactions," Thomas said.

      "You must be outta your goddamn mind if you think I'm making a video using your script." "Great! Back to the drawing board then," Thomas said slumping back down on the futon. "Well then, I suppose we could do chemical reactions, rules for conducting a scientific study, scientific procedure..." Thomas began listing off topics. 

      "If I have to pick from your list, I'd say the least miserable topic will be scientific procedures in the lab." "Wonderful," Thomas clapped his hands together. "I'll just write a script, and then we can film," Thomas proceeded. "Absolutely not! I will not be reading your damn script. Let me write it, and I'll be done in ten minutes." "Not everything is about speed, Alexander, quality matters too." "That's what she said," I blurted.

      Thomas rolled his eyes. "Crude jokes aside, is there somewhere I can plug in my laptop?" "You don't need to because I'm going to write it. I'll be done in half the time with double the quality of your work," I said sitting at my writing desk. 

      "Fine! You write it. I'll watch and edit as you go because I don't trust work from someone who has English as their second language," Thomas bites. "You absolute dumbass. Nevis' goddamn official language is English! I've been speaking English since I was born just like you, dumbfuck! Besides, isn't your degree foreign countries and policies? Shouldn't you of all people know that?!" I said absolutely livid.

      "Well, as a foreign countries major, I also know that despite English being the national language, most people speak a local dialect as their first language instead of English. It's commonly referred to as Nevisian." "It's not very common anymore. Most people who speak it either live in the middle of nowhere on farms as old as 1800 or people who are very elderly, but even now most elderly people speak both," I informed Thomas.

     "So, do you speak Nevisian? " Thomas asked, clearly not aware of when to stop talking about a subject. "Of course I do, but not well. Enough to hold a conversation with the elderly or people from out of town, but I can only give directions and hold an extremely basic conversation. It's only my second language, after all," I explained. Thomas seemed content to drop the conversation with that answer.

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[yourpanwithaplan]

Group Project (2/5)

Hamilton's P.O.V.

      Thursday rolled around, and I was lazing about in my dorm. That's when I realized Jefferson had no way of finding or contacting me.  If he didn't show up for this project though, my grade in chemistry could take it. This project was honestly pretty small compared to all the others we had done in chemistry thus far. 

      Not long after this thought had occurred to me, there was a loud pounding on the door. I opened it up, and to my dismay, it was Jefferson. "Glad to see you know where I live. Not only are you a pompous irascible asshole, but you are a stalker too," I said, stepping out of the way to let him in.

      "You forget that I am best friends with your roommate, Hamilton. Lafayette and I have been friends much longer than I have cared to have known your existence. Occasionally Laf invites me over, but you wouldn't know seeing as you're never home. Laf is convinced you're sneaking around with some other boy during the weekends," Jefferson says, situating himself on Laf's futon.

      "Cut the crap, Jefferson. We have work to do, and I've already drafted our script, you know, to cut down the time we have to spend together." Jefferson immediately wilted at this statement. "I already drafted a script for our use, Hamilton," Jefferson said with hostility in his voice.

      I crossed my arms, "We are not using your script, Jefferson. I am certain it is riddled with grammatical errors. We'll use my script because it is properly written and covers a topic large enough to fill up our required five minutes for the video."

      Jefferson's mouth pulled into a tight line. "What topic have you picked?" He asked. "I decided we're going to do our video about energies and systems of them," I told him, matter o' factly. "We absolutely are not!" Jefferson shouted. "We'll use my script! It's about atomic reactions and their uses in society. It is much more important and interesting than goddamn energy systems," Jefferson said, baring his teeth.

      Our conversation was interrupted by the lock on the door chinking open. "Boys!" Laf shouted. " 'Zo it is you two I can 'ear shouting down 'ze hall! Thomas, I was not expecting you today! We didn't make plans, non? I am not forgetting 'zomething, oui?" Laf asked slightly concerned.

      "No, we don't have plans made for today, but Hamilton and I are supposed to be working on a project together. The problem is Hamilton's script is boring, and we should just use mine, but he won't budge on it!" Jefferson said indignantly. 

      I growled at Jefferson, "Your dumbass wants to talk about the future of chemistry! Hellloooo, but we're supposed to be covering chemistry topics not worrying about the future of goddamn nuclear power!" 

"BOYS! BOYS!" Laf shouted over us, gaining both of our attention. "If you two simply cannot find it within yourzelves' to get along I will lock you in 'ere until you can figure it out!" "Laf, you can't," I begged. "I sure can, and I will. Be'zides it'll do you 'zome good to be at 'ome, Alexander. You're never 'ome anymore! Always sneaking around!" 

      "I do not sneak around!" was the only thing I got in before Laf stepped out of the room. He shut and locked the door immediately behind him, leaving no room for arguments.

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[yourpanwithaplan]

Group Project (1/5)

Hamilton's P.O.V.

      I walked into my general chemistry class, only to find out we had been re-assigned lab partners for the second semester. I was hoping for someone better than the first semester because my partner was an absolute idiot who refused to put in work. I walked around the tables where a few people had already found their names.

      I found my name, and that's when my heart fell into the pit of my stomach. The name tag on the other half of the table just so happened to be none other than Jefferson. Which I found rather unbelievable. All the world does is shit on me, so add that to the pile. A pompous fucking peacock as my goddamn lab partner for the next eighteen weeks, great.

      It was only made worse when Jefferson got to class. He rounded the tables only to find his spot next to where I was sitting. "Hamilton," was the only greeting Jefferson offered, clearly disgruntled about the arrangement. "Jefferson," I shot back, equally as unamused. His eyes narrowed at me. "Let's make this as easy as possible, yes? We'll split any projects equally, and then we'll never have to talk. Does that work for you?" Jefferson proposed.

      "Oh, it works for me alright. Anything to avoid having to actually work with your pompous ass," I informed him. Jefferson was ready to spit something right back at me, but the professor walked in. He sat his notes down on his desk and smiled at us.

     "I'm glad you all seemed to have no trouble finding your new partners today! I just wanted to mix things up a little bit and see what new groups would have in store for future projects! Speaking of, class is going to be rather brief today. I want you and your new partner to create a video together about any of the topics we have discussed in class so far. You'll need to agree on a topic, write a script over your subject matter, and then film. You must both be in the video," He explained. 

      "I have some rubrics you may pick up for your use. Otherwise, that concludes our class today. I'm also canceling class on Thursday so you guys can use that time to work on your project. It is due next Tuesday when we reconvene," He announced. I glanced at Jefferson who was glaring holes into the side of my head.

      "I cannot believe I have to work with the likes of you," Jefferson said, disgusted. "The feeling is absolutely mutual, so let's get this over as fast as possible. I'm not sure how long I can put up with you," I said, temper growing.

      I walked to the front of the classroom picking up a rubric, and Jefferson was in tow. "When are you free to work on this project? I'd like to finish it in one session if that's possible with the two brain cells you have left," Jefferson said. "Well, we can work on it Thursday when we're normally in this class, or my Saturday is open as of right now," I told him, trying to be agreeable.

      "Wonderful I'll see you Thursday," Jefferson said, striding away.

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[yourpanwithaplan]

Worries

      You walk into your apartment after a rather difficult day at work. The day hadn't been difficult for you per se, but it had been difficult for your husband. You had the news on most days, listening for live updates on All Might, and on this particular day, he had run into a nasty group of villains.

      From what you had been hearing on the radio, the battle was pretty grotesque, and you couldn't wait to get home and check on him. "Toshi, I'm home!" You shouted announcing our arrival to your husband. "I'm in the kitchen, darling, no need for yelling," he chides.

      Upon walking into the kitchen, you see Toshinori stitching himself up. "It really was as bad as they were saying, huh?" You ask him looking for further explanation. "They had nomu's, but of course, I am here to protect from them," He reminds you. "You can't be 'here' forever," you remind him. "I worry about you while I'm at work, you know? Every day I wonder if you're coming back home from the war outside," You said, a bit emotional.

      "You should turn the news off then. I'm not going to leave you a widow I promise," Toshi says. You can only shake your head. "Toshi! You can't know that! However selfish it may be, I need you!" You were beginning to cry now. This fear hung over you on a daily basis, not to mention it was only getting worse as current events were. 

      A chair scraped across the floor, and you were soon wrapped tightly in strong arms. "Let's not worry about that now. Let's take care of you a bit this evening," Toshinori offered. "I just watched you stitch yourself up! You need to be taken care of, not me!" You said bitterly. Toshinori shook his head. "You're proving my point further, that I've been neglecting you recently with how much I've been working. This evening is about you now. Come along," he said, "I can't lift you tonight, I just put stitches in."

      You let Toshi guide you to the sofa in your living room, and you let him sit you down in the middle of the couch. "Let's order in for dinner tonight, and I'll just take care of you this evening," He offered. You nodded, cleaning up the last few stray tears running down the side of your face. 

      An hour later, Toshi had you fed and laughing at some stupid American movie. "If there's one thing that makes me glad for your stay in America, it's your knowledge of their movies and tv shows," you announced. Toshi threw his arm around your shoulders getting a bit more comfortable. "Is that so?" He asked.

      "Yes!" You tell him, self-assured in your conclusion. "Perhaps we need to marathon some of the better titles from America then," he offered. You just grinned, "Yes please!" You were practically shouting now, getting the slightest bit rowdy with excitement. Toshinori, always glad to oblige your requests, began working on a movie list immediately. 

      With a bit of leniency on your regular bedtime from Toshi, the two of you stayed up late that evening watching 3 of Toshi's favorite comedy films. Your reassuring evening is wrapped up by Toshi around 11 p.m. with promises to share more movies with you in the future. That being said, Toshi escorts you to your bedroom, getting you comfortable in bed and cuddling for the night.

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