nothing but love and respect to all fanfic writers
why would you ever want to leave?
Gotta lovr him. The Kignmer
Red Herring - ever shifting to capture a room's attention, but always fish °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡
“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?
to go
re-posting bc reblogs got turned off etc
Average Scarlet Hollow dev update is like: Hey everyone Tony and Abby here to let you all know that we're still working in the next chapter. The script is currently 280,000 words long (likely going to be at least 50,000 more by the next update) and the grand total is 1,500,000 words long. This is because we have to account for all the branching pathways that consider literally every little choice you make so we gotta consider what it's like for a comp-sci major living in an apartment with a cat (which they can talk to because of weird powers) that's just been cursed to be 10 years older to interact with a band of rats (which gives you a line of dialogue only maybe 0.1% of players will ever see). Abby has been hard at work drawing 86 new backgrounds and new 827 sprites (yes including the stuff for the gilf and various monster romance routes) and Brandon has made 15 new tracks of the most haunting music you've ever heard. We've been having lots of fun and hope you're all doing well with the wait!!
ネイサンこれ1枚だけじゃなくマックスの写真数枚盗んだってこの動画でわかったときネイサンが精神めちゃめちゃでも同じように写真に夢中なマックスの写真を認めてて盗んだのかなって、同じ熱中してるもの繋がりになんかいいなって
AO3のファンフィクションでもお互いを撮るシーンとかとても好き🥺❤
Original post: "When I realized from this video that Nathan didn’t just steal one photo but possibly several of Max’s photos, it made me wonder if, even though he was mentally a mess, he recognized something of himself in Max: that same obsession with photography. Maybe that’s why he took them. That shared connection over something they’re both deeply absorbed in feels like an interesting possibility to me.
I also really love those scenes in AO3 fanfics where they photograph each other <3"
Agreed on the last point, it's really sweet! But going back to OP's original point— so there's this interesting detail that Japanese LiS fans found that I haven't really heard of before:
If you look at the before/after of the photo wall after Nathan vandalizes it, you can actually see that several photos are missing from the rows, not just one. So maybe he just tore it up in a rage. Maybe he just wanted to make it easier for Max to make out the message (how thoughtful of him). Maybe he just didn't want to vandalize too many of Max's prints (also so very thoughtful 🙃).
Or maybe, he stole more than one print...?
I know this is headcanon territory, but I still think it's interesting to point out. Thoughts?
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
surely summoning many ghouls would improve this situation
ive been reading garbage romantasy lately and it's truly truly awful but i've figured out a huge symptom of fantasy worlds that i know i won't like: i cannot imagine old women or children existing in them.
everyone is late teens-early thirties. these are worlds flattened in their demographics to the coveting of sexually available youth. there are no mothers with young children, no sons caring for older mothers, no elderly people who aren't evil and no children that aren't cardboard cutouts instead of developing people.
i knowww this is a symptom of me not being the target audience for this, and i understand that people don't come to these books for complex worlds but for erotica and romance, i know! so this is my caveat before i rant more that i'm not being super serious i'm just discussing something i've noticed i appreciate in more complex worlds
it especially stings in medieval fantasy (and by that i mean largely Western medieval fantasy) settings. it reeks of an inability or refusal to conceptualize a society and communities (or lack thereof) isolated from modern capitalist ideals, particularly the nuclear family. you don't know the kind of labor elderly women did to keep the world running in the premodern era.
who taught your nondescript background serfs to embroider the belts they're wearing? who made their 'roughspun tunics?' who weaved their blankets? who cares for the children while the parents are working in the fields? who brews their ale? who passes on their stories, medical knowledge, songs? why aren't there any older women in your clergy, helping manage your estates, present in your royal court? who are your midwives? who does your teenaged protagonist learn from and look up to?
beyond that, how do you treat your old women? are they all evil witches, all tradition-obsessed backward fossils, all smothering female relatives, all background extras? are they and their bodies cheap punchlines and jumpscares? where do your women go when they're too old for you to imagine them with sexual appetites and complex personalities beyond grandmothers and jealous evil hags?
children exist as infants or late teens only, ironing out the uncomfortable ugly years of a person becoming a person, teens without acne and without social awkwardness and fully developed in their competencies and personalities without the difficult part of growing up and learning included. babies are allowed because they're cute, they're basically props, a goalpost for the main romance of the book to satisfy heteropatriarchal expectations of couples instead of the main characters subverting any expectations. not to mention that most of these protagonists i can't imagine being 12, 13 years old. they sprung up fully formed at 19 before being whisked away by a love interest so overtly sexual he circles around to being sexless and utterly unappealing.
don't get me STARTED on how i hate seeing characters propping up relationships of main characters instead of being complex on their own.
this post is about ACOTAR.
You still have time. Time to change your wardrobe. Time to get divorced and married again. Time to change majors. Time to learn a trade from scratch. Time to pay off debts. Time to travel. Time to love and be loved. You still have your whole life ahead. Whether you're 19 or 66. You still have so much time. But you have to take it.
Blue Prince - Inneclipse
Update: Seraph and Sentinel, Ch. 11
By the end of class, Max was no less tangled up in her head when Nathan dragged a chair over and dropped into it beside her without asking. He leaned in close, close enough that she caught the faint, familiar edge of his cologne, and for a moment his attention seemed to narrow completely onto her screen.
“That one looks like it should be on a movie poster,” he said, pointing at a dramatic shot of fog hanging over the Bay on an early morning.
There was a softness in his voice she wasn’t used to hearing in class. It was less performative, almost… pleased?
Max rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that because it’s moody.” She tried to quell the smile that threatened to cross her lips.
“Moody sells,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. It faded just as quickly, his gaze drifting for half a second before snapping back to the image like he’d caught himself wandering.
“So,” he said eventually, “you got time tonight?”
“We could grab food,” he added, glancing at her, an almost-hesitant confidence threading through his tone.
It was exactly the kind of invitation she’d imagined and feared in equal measure, but... “I... can’t,” she slipped out. She cleared her throat. “I, uh… I already told Rachel I’d study with her.”
“Rachel?” he asked like he was trying to sound casual, but even he couldn't hide the surprise from his voice.
“Yeah. She texted me earlier.”
“Well,” he grinned, “put in a good word for me, then.”