I honestly forgot how efficiently, with precision and gleeful viciousness @rayshippouuchiha can break my heart with their writing.
Her Marvel universe’s are one thing, but Teen Wolf had me staring at the ceiling uncaring of the tears and utter melancholy that pierced me as my Depeche Mode station on Pandora played in the background, trying desperately to absorb the fact that nothing has been updated since 2019 and maybe it’s better that way: for a finished fic would surely tear me asunder
it's been thirty years since the rage virus ravaged the world, you escaped to a small island you knew about before hand. As you sit on the beach one morning you see a ship crest the horizon.
You aren't the Chosen One. The prophecy doesn't even get going for another few generations. But you aren't just going to let some upstart conqueror trample your tulip garden just because the Fates say you can't beat him.
"They're NOT my minion! They're YOUR sidekick! I'm teaching them to kick my ass because YOU are neglecting your hero-mentorship duties!"
the problem with watching buffy the vampire slayer for the first time when you're 13 is that it will fundamentally reshape your brain chemistry to the point where literally all fiction becomes buffy the vampire slayer in different fonts. "watch another show!" you might say, and believe me i have! i promise i've watched many other shows since i was 13. but the problem is that all those other shows as well as films, books, podcasts etc. are simply deviations of buffy the vampire slayer to me. it's the holy text, the primary source. everything else is just commentary.
Leaving a fandom before the source material goes to shit but still hearing about what's going wrong with it from the friends you made when you were into it feels like standing on a lifeboat after a shipwreck and seeing your friends still in the water fistfighting the man eating sharks circling around
I would also fistfight that man
over a third of shark species are under threat
“In The Locker”, Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, & Scott Hunter [Hudson Williams, Connor Storrie, François Arnaud], Heated Rivalry [Promo Image]
And he’s upset why?
This is a behind the scenes from a TV show. He’s the guy who plays the character whose gravestone it is. He’s mad that people are memeing a behind the scenes photo of a fictional character’s death because he happens to play that character.
I’m not sure if I should laugh or hit my head on the desk over this one.
The face I just made 🙄
My favourite part that this is leaving out is that by the end he and the rest of the cast weren’t getting along and they did a full on photoshoot in front of his grave.
if he doesn’t want us to use THAT photo, it seems like we’ve got three malicious-compliance-ready replacements right here
prev tags tell the rest of the story:
#this is also a guy who crossed the SAG-AFTRA strike line#so he kinda deserves us to keep posting this meme for all eternity
One of my favourite things when reading fanfiction is when you click with an author's style so much that you adore the fanfiction you're reading, and once it's over you need more. So you go to their page and hope that there's more for any fandom you might know- only there isn't any. They've written for other fandoms you aren't familiar with and never would've thought about before.
But you're down so bad for their style and talent that they got you wading in like:
asjkdfbgn adding @toast-the-unknowing’s tags:
Bruce, calling: Alfred, there's been an accident. I can't explain over the phone right now. I will be home in an hour. I will be bringing a baby.
Alfred: Very good, sir.
*later*
Alfred, to himself: So there's six baby bottles, I can sterilise with hot water, formula is mixed and in the fridge, Master Bruce's bassinet is made up, I have nappies and burping clothes. What else do I need...? Oh, yes, extra clothes, I'm sure-
Bruce, from the front door: Alfred?
Alfred: Master Bruce, I'm-
Dick, eight years old: *sniffling, clutching Bruce's hand*
Alfred: Oh... Hello, young man.
Alfred, later: Master Bruce, I understand you couldn't explain why but you said you were bring a baby. I prepared for a baby.
Bruce, confused: But he is a baby?
Alfred: That is a school aged child, Master Bruce.
