From Lost In Translation by @quekerahkerah (which is so fun, go read it rn!!!)

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From Lost In Translation by @quekerahkerah (which is so fun, go read it rn!!!)

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Psych is such a weird show bc in a lot of ways it's constantly asking, "can you forgive your father? even tho he could never forgive you, can you forgive him?" and the thing he could never forgive you for was not meeting his exact very specific expectations. And the answer keeps being yes you can, because not doing so is worse. You tried and it hurt more. You tried and it made you more miserable. You forgive him because he's all you have most of the time, and its somehow less complicated than whatever you have going on with your mom. You can forgive him but you can't forget, and then one day he realizes that he was wrong and there was nothing he should have taken as a slight about you, but you both just never acknowledge this paradigm shift in your relationship bc it'd be more awkward then fighting again for the millionth time. So things get better but you never say why, you never acknowledge it unless forced and somehow you forgive him more than your mom who you were never even half as mad at.
But also it's about breaking and entering into sea world and making a janitor think you killed your best friend so you can escape, it's about gaslighting your coworkers into thinking you are the dumbest man alive, it's about only closing a mystery when it's as funnt as possible and making sure everyone else around you is as baffled as possible. It's about childhood and nostalgia and growing up in the most chaotic way you can. It's about people being killed with a t-rex skull, it's about slapstick and committing to the bit and being the silliest messiest bisexual on tv in 2006-2014.
It's about a son and his father and forgiveness and somehow also they are in a circus tent trying to find out why a corpse was launched from a cannon. And also there's an extended musical episode that makes it onto my personal Spotify year after year
Losing my mind over Spider-Noir
PSYCH | 3.11
Jenny Green and Tragic Mick (Tongue & Tusk)
It’s an effort, to bring her head back to a more comfortable position. She’s panting by the time she’s done with that, everything below her neck heavy and numb. She doesn’t feel like moving beyond that, now that the crick in her neck has been resolved. (Distantly, she’s not sure she even could.)
She blinks, and time slips, and maybe it’s only a second later but maybe it’s a whole fucking hour by the time she realizes there’s a man standing above her, staring down at her battered form. It takes her another indeterminate stretch of time to realize it’s not the jogger from before. This man’s wearing a shirt, for one, a frayed denim jacket stretched over that, a beanie on his head.
Jenny doesn’t know how long it’s been, but she knows the staring isn’t helping anyone. “Hello… hello to… you… too,” she snarls out, coughing, throat scratching, surprised at the croak in her own voice. She spits onto the pebbled beach beneath her and doesn’t look to see if there’s blood on it.
The man raises a single eyebrow, glances behind him, and then looks at her again. “Nasty fall,” he says, tone half-cautious, half-sympathetic.
“You think?” Jenny manages to get out. Moving seems a little easier now, or maybe just a little more worthwhile, her brain a little more alert and aware. Her limbs twitch, a few rocks skittering away from her. Fuck this guy for not even offering her a hand up.
Just as the thought crosses her mind, he crouches down and leans forward. “Here,” he says, easy as can be.
-justafandomfollower, Tongue & Tusk
For my seventeenth big bang moodboard, we have Tongue & Tusk by @justafandomfollower. Lemme tell you, I had been waiting to read this fic from the moment I saw the pitch (Jenny and Mick as the Dead Detectives) and it did not disappoint! I absolutely loved this "origin story" of sorts and it did a great job of capturing both characters!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When Niko, working her way through the Dead Boy Detective Agency's entire extensive library, finds a way to banish David back to Hell once and for all, Crystal can't say no to her. It doesn't matter how much she doubts her own capabilities or if she doesn't really want to face David again. They need to get rid of him. For the agency. For Crystal herself. Except David isn't interested in going quietly into that good night, and their carefully laid out banishment doesn't work. And Charles? Charles has never been interested in seeing his friends hurt. When David tries to pull Crystal through one of his portals, Charles takes her place. Now, while Niko hangs back at the office to come up with another solution to banish David, Crystal and Edwin have to track David down before he can destroy Charles' existence, send him back to Hell, and, oh yeah, turns out what they need might be genuine forgiveness from one of David's victims—aka, Crystal's old friends.
I've posted the first chapter of one of two works for @fandomtrumpshate this year! This one is a gift for @ghostinthelibrarywrites and the DBDA fandom and will have ten chapters, posted once a week. Enjoy!
Someone on Amtrak’s social media team deserves a raise like N O W. 😂
Myself (not British) and my beta (also not British) had a couple questions about some ways of phrasing things and whatnot for a DBDA fic I'm working on—any British people (from Great Britain) willing to hear a few sentences from my fic and tell me if they're too American?
accidentally said Shirley instead of Siri and now my phone is stuck in Airplane mode
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i know we're all sick of self-care being a marketing tactic now, but i don't think a lot of us have any other concept of self-care beyond what companies have tried to sell us, so i thought i'd share my favorite self-care hand out
brought to you by how mad i just got at a Target ad
OP this is EXCELLENT
Now THAT’S a self care resource! If you’ve gotten distracted by capitalism’s appropriation of “self-care” and watering the meaning down to nothing this is a super helpful guide to cut through the bullshit.
from the comments:
tardisheart134 • Dec 5, 2022 Is there a numerical range or total that you should be aiming for that demonstrates a healthy self-care rating? kerink • Original Poster • Dec 5, 2022 @tardisheart134 no, you take each item at face value. there's no score, no cut-off, no goal. you can leave spaces blank if they're not for you, you can write in your own choices. a 3 can mean something different depending on what a healthy "frequency" looks like for you for that item. this is meant to generate ideas and inspire hope and give people easy wins and help people see their life holistically. its a conversation with yourself. no need to score or rate or grade
op in the comments also provided a link to a pdf version that allows you to type in your responses. the formatting and some wording is a bit different, but the main concepts are all there.
image ID of worksheets from the original post are below the read more.
1/∞ times Gus matched Shawn's freak.
The Case of the Faceless Ghosts
Summary: Charles keeps waking up in places he has no memory of going to, with no idea of how long he's been gone or what he's done, and no good answers for Edwin when he makes it back to the office. Meanwhile, they've picked up a case - faceless ghosts are causing trouble in all sorts of places. Or, five times Charles disappears and turns back up on his own, plus one time Edwin goes and finds him first.
My second fic for @deadbangdetectives, featuring incredible art by @atariakana-art in chapters 1 and 5! This is also my longest ever fic, over 45k words in total - that's very nearly a novel! I outlined this one meticulously to make sure the mystery worked the way I wanted it to, with all the clues in all the right places and all the character beats landing where they needed to. I also went lightly insane drafting it, writing an average of 2.5k words a day for multiple weeks to get the first draft done and ready to be edited before going on a weeklong vacation! It was once again beta read by the fantastic @justafandomfollower, who is truly a superhero for going through something this long and giving such thoughtful notes throughout! This is the fic I'm proudest of having written. I learned a lot writing it, and I really hope to take those lessons forward with me into my future projects.
I see a lot of fandom writers mention @justafandomfollower as their beta. Editing can be quite demanding and time-consuming, so I wanted to send her some love and appreciation! Also, she is a goddess of gen stories, I'm so glad we have such an author in the fandom!
@justafandomfollower 🌻

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The Case of Paul Rowland
Summary: Newly-dead Paul Rowland turns up at the Dead Boy Detective Agency, looking for answers about his son's death. Charles insists they take the case, and use it - and Crystal and Niko's help - to expose as many of the deaths St. Hilarion's has covered up as possible.
The first of my two fics for @deadbangdetectives, featuring art by the wonderful @sofablob! This one was really important to me for a lot of reasons, and I finished it so far in advance of the deadline for the event that I had to sit on it for months before I could post it! It was worth the wait, though, and I am incredibly proud of it. It's also the first fic I had fully beta read before posting - big thanks to @justafandomfollower for that, you really helped make this fic what it is!
WIP Wednesday
(Is this how it works, I have no idea)
Tagged by @justafandomfollower, which is flattering, considering that I have literally zero works posted as of today. Let's hope it'll change in the foreseeable future. Here is a sneak peak at my dbda fic where a powerful magical entity basically uses a dog whistle on Charles and Edwin is not having it (he is having a midafterlife crisis instead).
"So he is your..." Mr. Darnell trailed off, looking past and slightly above Edwin's shoulder where Charles had finally left his futile attempts to walk through a solid wall and moved on to wandering the aisles. Out of recently acquired habit, Edwin also turned and watched him walk along the shelves that displayed an impressive array of trombones, candlesticks, and chamber pots. Not only were they all made of brass but if he were to check the cards attached to the items, Edwin was quite sure they would turn out to be of the same historical period. He appreciated this little touch that made the already intricate classification even more complex. Edwin could've appreciated it even more if he didn't have a pressing matter at hand. The matter in question tapped a large old-fashioned flugelhorn and gave a contented sigh at the resulting jangling sound. Edwin turned back to Mr. Darnell. "Charles is an associate of mine," he said, clasping his hands in front of his chest. "And quite competent at that. He is usually a bit more—" A deafening thunder erupted somewhere out of sight. It sounded like someone just knocked down a pile of neatly stacked hollow metal objects and now they were repeatedly hitting the floor, bouncing off of each other. Edwin squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, waiting for the noise to slowly dissipate into the stale air of the room. Eventually, it died down, giving way to a soft tune that Charles was absentmindedly humming under his breath. Edwin opened his eyes. Mr. Darnell stared at him without blinking. "—present," finished Edwin.
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