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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
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idk if this is controversial or not, but I really like when non-professional writing like fic has hints of author bleedthrough when it comes to like, what different people assume is common knowledge. Like sometimes I’ll be reading a fic and it’ll just be obvious that the person writing it is either obsessed with medicine or has been to medical school, because they’ll use terms that are just a shade too technical without explaining them. It’s never the super specific stuff that they’d know other people are unaware of, it’s always the things that once you’ve known it for a while you forget it’s niche knowledge. It’s fun because as a fanfic reader it reminds me of how this is a fun hobby community, where everyone has their own thing going on outside of fandom. Everyone’s got their own specialties and they can’t help but write that into their work sometimes
…well this post sure took off
Just rediscovered potentially the funniest thing I’ve written in recent memory
Imagine if people wrote all their Les Mis modern aus in the style of Victor Hugo
An excerpt

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All I am surrounded by is fear. And dead men.
historic day for me
“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” for Percilot. \o/
so picture this: i’m going thru my google drive bc i’m running out of storage space and stumble upon my cobweb covered folder titled “stories” which has an equally cobweb covered folder inside it called “prompts,” so then obviously i go and read all of them. but this one was unfinished. until now. where i just finished it like 15 minutes ago LMAOOOO
ANYWAY HERES THIS HAHAHAHA
2019, James and Percival’s Home
“James, please, you have,” Percy tried to say as seriously as possible, but even he knew he couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto his face.
“Just one more kiss, darling, you can grant me that, can’t you?” James wrapped his arms around Percy tighter.
Percy rolled his eyes. “It was ‘just one more kiss’ four kisses ago.”
“It’s your fault for being so bloody good at it!”
Percy let his smile break out fully before softy pressing his lips against James’s. James hummed in satisfaction before stepping away. “See?” he smirked. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”
James readjusted his tie and pulled on his cuffs, making sure he was immaculate. “Now, I’ll be off. Merlin said this mission shouldn’t take too long, but don’t wait for me to have dinner, darling. Call Roxy! Perhaps she and the other young ones can take you on a night on the town.”
Just as James reached the door, he felt a hand on his arm.
“Wait,” Percy said.
James furrowed his brows. “Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s just…” Percy trailed off, hesitating to meet James’s eyes.
“Darling, what is it?”
“You can’t…” Percy paused again before sighing. “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
James blinked. “I’m sorry?”
A blush appeared on Percy’s face. “Just let me hug you first, alright?”
James felt his lip twitch, but kept himself from laughing. “Of course you can hug me,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Percy, Percy doing the same. “My darling, my love, my one and only, you can hug and kiss and hold and whatever else you’d like to do to me whenever you’d like. You needn’t even ask.”
“I worry sometimes, is all. I apologize,” Percy mumbled into James’s shoulder.
“You never have to apologise,” James said quietly. “Not for that.”
He held him a little tighter, but a beeping noise from his glasses interrupted the moment.
James rolled his eyes as he put his specs on. “Yes, yes, I’m leaving now, Merlin.”
“Bold of you to assume it’s Old Man Number One,” Olivia teased.
Percy let out a small laugh as he let go of James. “Oh, you definitely need to leave now if it’s Vivian on the line.”
“And for your information, Lancelot Senior, I plan on getting you through this mission in record time so we can all have dinner tonight.”
James laughed as he opened the door. “Yes, ma’am. See you soon, Olivia.”
“See you soon.”
James put his glasses back in his pocket and looked at Percy. “This next generation of Kingsman are certainly something else, eh?”
Percy gave James one last kiss. “Yes, and who do we have to blame for that?”
“Old Men Numbers Two through Four, I imagine.”
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HOW HAS EVERYONE BEEN? 🥺🥺🥺
i’ve been reading lots and lots of kingsman fic lately!!! AND ive finally gotten a full-time job with benefits!!!!
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Please Boost: Medical Supplies needed! [UPDATE]
Hello, lovelies. A couple of things have gone down.
So, I was weaning myself off my anti-depressants, because they weren’t working correctly. (Under doctor recommendation, of course. I have appointments to check in and everything.) Unfortunately, they were making me so tired I was dozing off at work.
And in a job like that, I couldn’t make mistakes. Not as a supervisor.
They dragged me into a meeting where my boss’s boss lambasted me, after working my hardest for the last four years, being available whenever they needed me, coming in to pull overtime, and doing many other tasks that were asked of me outside my scope of work.
“If I didn’t respect [your boss] so much, I would have fired you myself.”
I was left in tears when the meeting ended (and set out to find a new job). About a week later, my boss calls me into her office that Monday, to ‘just check in, as friends’. (She’d been telling me since I started that we were friends, and that was my first mistake, trusting her.) I told her about my struggle with medication, and that I was doing my best. She nodded and made the appropriate noises, and I went on with my day.
The next day, she Teams’d me and asked me to call her from her office. I found out that the purpose of the call was to write me up - she didn’t even bother to do it in person, since our shifts don’t overlap and she had ‘things to do’. Citing the talk we had the previous day as my ‘verbal warning’, it was a final written warning - one strike, and I’m out. After years of keeping my nose clean, doing good work – including training all the people that work there now AND rewriting the training manual from scratch. I was tired of the abuse.
I quit on the spot. That was April 13th.
Now they’re fighting me on unemployment, citing that all of my complaints are hearsay, rather than constructive dismissal. While I get that sorted, I’ve been slowly hemorrhaging money. I’ve got enough to cover my bills thanks to some generous friends of mine, but now I’m strapped until I can get my unemployment untangled.
This job has cost me my mental health, my sleep, and now my physical health. I ballooned to 530 pounds due to poor diet/hasty meals, my depression spiked hard (which is why I went for the antidepressants in the first place.) My inability to exercise due to the strenuous, fluctuating work schedule has taken a toll on me in the form of lymphedema/lipodema, which has resulted in a slow-healing set of ulcers on my legs. I’m down to my last bits of care equipment for this medical issue, and with the way this is going, I am at risk of infection if I don’t keep the wounds clean and covered. (I won’t post pictures, mostly because they’re grody.)
That said, I might need a bit of help - and I will post an Amazon wishlist for you, so if you feel so inclined, you can donate and help me keep up my routine until I can get back on my feet.
This is not to say I’m not looking for work - I am, putting in more than ten applications per day - but until I’m hired, I need to still keep up my routine. Risking infection can lead to antibiotics, or worse, gangrene and possibly amputation.
If you’re so inclined, you can buy me a Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/lywinis
You can donate here as well: https://paypal.me/lywinis
And if you want to be sure that the money goes ONLY to what I’ve listed up here, this is my Amazon wishlist for items: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/3OVEAUFCUBO03?ref_=wl_share
Thank you for reading about my bullshit. If you can’t spare a donation, boosting is also helpful! I appreciate you all, you’re all aces.
So this is what my week’s been looking like so far. If you can, please keep spreading this until I can get it sorted. It’s barely enough to live on but with budgeting I can cover all my bills with UI payments.
Even reblogs help, tumblr fam, I thank you all for the support and help you’ve been so far. Every single one of you is amazing.
I didn’t leave because I was offended at the way I was written up, Alaska. I left because my bosses (both direct and her boss) triggered my diagnosed PTSD with their antics and caused me to have a two week long nervous breakdown!!!!
Please keep reblogging friends, anything helps me out. I’m fighting this but it takes forever. I hate this.
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my favorite AITA ruling comments
I’m a fan of this one.
worst part of original writing is getting hung up on your own lore. i miss fanfiction where i could look it up on a wiki and get five answers and ignore them all to make up my own thing because canon is stupid.
#tbf didn’t op like…create a ludicrous amount of lore when they did write fanfic? (via @mollyhats)
let’s not bring the corporate structure of wayne enterprises into this, that’s different because reasons
#didn’t op also make a spreadsheet of all the things that make bruce wayne sad?#both as a fic and as a reference? (via @lady-of-innisfree)
okay listen,
I believe OP also made screenshots for an article from a pretend wiki for the pretend soap opera channel Bruce Wayne owns, about a character in a pretend soap opera, which detail the plots the character was involved in, and the in-universe controversy surrounding this character’s story arc and statements from the pretend showrunner regarding these events.
that’s
that’s a normal amount of lore, to have,
Can’t you take the lore you created for fanfiction, modify it, and then use it for your own stories?
Some people like having the foundation to fall back on, I think. But, that is a time-honored technique, and it does work. People are inspired by what they’re inspired by.
unfortunately a lack of original lore is not the issue at hand

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this was so wild
Someone explain
The first sentence says 32 and 13 implying that the speaker is 32 years old and their girlfriend is 13 years old, which is both highly inappropriate and illegal. The next sentence reveals the speaker was talking about their game levels, not their ages, which is perfectly okay.
In their reply to the audience they then say they are picking her up from middle school, again implying that their girlfriend is underage, but quickly state she’s grading papers letting us know she’s a teacher, definitely an adult, and there no reason to be upset.
The rollercoaster gif portrays how switching from upset and worried to relieved in such a short period of time feels emotionally.
The next meme shows the guy panicking from misunderstanding, then feeling relieved and calm realizing the truth, only to panic over the next misunderstanding and then calm again when hearing the end.
the above explanation is followed by a picture of data from star trek with a speech bubble's tail coming out of him, implying he's the one saying all of that, which is humerous because the above text is written in a style similar to his speech patterns, and with a subject matter he would enjoy
This is the worst website ever and I love it.
It’s sad that toxic game culture is so prevalent cuz like. As someone who has ended up in random matches with kids before, I can attest to how fucking easy it is to reverse and un-teach shitty attitudes in kids.
Example: I downloaded Friday the 13th because it’s free on psn. I dunno how to play, so I just enter quick play and I’m matched with 3-4 kids on mic. Immediately on mic they’re shitty and disparaging to each other. They laugh at each others deaths, they actively work against team mates and self sabotage, they call each other “fags”, etc. From the sounds of the voices they cannot be older than 13-14.
I put on my mic and just decide I ain’t havin it. I am nice. I thank them for barricading doors or leaving me items. When they break free from Jason’s grasp I say “good job!” or I try to help them. One kid survived for most of the match by himself. When he dies, I tell him he did a fantastic job.
The mood shift is practically INSTANT. These kids almost immediately stop being dick heads. They start encouraging each other and being kind. After the match all of them try to friend request me. Which should tell you a couple of things:
A) kids want to be kind, and they want to have a nice time playing games. But encounters with adults like me or so rare that they’ve trained themselves to instantly put on a toxic, shitty, defensive veneer when encountering any new person online. It’s literally just THAT EASY to not groom a horrible gaming community, it’s just that NO ONE does it.
B) the speed of which they all tried to friend me was cute, but paints for me such a sad picture? Like these kids are SO desperate to find people to play with who aren’t crappy jerks. They played with me for 10 minutes TOPS and all instantly tried to reach out to me.
tl;dr: The kids are alright. Adults are shit heads.
I cant agree with this post more
I witnessed something similar with my younger brother (this was when he was In fifth grade so bear with me here) and his friends. The teacher assigned for them to build a somewhat accurate spanish mission in Minecraft because their school had gotten some iPads and she needed to assign them something other than a PowerPoint.
Now here’s the thing. Most of these boys, my brother included, have ADD/ADHD. About a week into the project all they had in their shared world was chaos. Somebody filled the place with tnt and lit it up. Holes everywhere. Whenever one would attempt to try and build something (mostly wood huts and not the actual project) it would be destroyed within minutes as the boys began to insult each other heavily and complain that the design was ugly.
I brought my own ipad with me and decided to sit with the boys while they continued their reign of terror. I joined the world and built a hallway out of brick at the very center of this war zone. Immediately one of them tried to destroy it under the impression that “it looks bad”.
“Well, what should I make it out of?”
“Diamond.”
The ten year old mind is a mystery to me…
Anyway, then I showed him some pictures similar to these:
I reasoned that it would be easier to sway this kid toward another pretty block than trying to get him to stick to the materials of the time, so I asked him if he would like to help me replace my brick design with quartz (eh, it’s white).
Bam! One of the ten year old anarchists is dutifully building me a glittering gem hallway for our insanely rich monks.
The other three are off somewhere still yelling at each other and setting off explosives, but we have something built. Much to my surprise the kid asked if he could build the church next because he “wanted to build the most important part”.
Here’s where I learned something important. I don’t have ADD or ADHD but as I said before my brother does. When he gets fixated on something, he’s really gets into it. Once a few minutes had passed and this kid already had four walls up I decided to grid up the entire mission. One gets the church, one gets the farm, etc.
After playing the game with them for an hour, I had a pretty good idea of where each kid should go.
Church kid, I found, was very particular about materials and shape(hence his hangup over the brick). I gave him free reign over the outer walls of the mission and showed him the reference pictures to get him started.
My brother liked the farms most (he was building dirt domes over the cows don’t ask me how I made this connection it just worked, okay), so he was in charge of building pens for the animals.
Another kid was, at first glance, very loud and bossy when it came to decorating (constantly said we were making chairs wrong). Turns out he likes interior design, like putting benches and beds in the little rooms, so his bossiness was just frustration with my brother’s artistic sense I guess.
Another was very good with placing trees and plants around the exterior (I guessed this because he covered the place in a ridiculous amount of trees and I asked him if he would like to know where they are supposed to go). He got to make a vineyard for us and organized how the crops should go.
So how did it turn out?
Actually very nice!!
So what did we learn? Kids actually like to play games and be praised for their creativity and intuition. If I had just told them to stop messing around rather than direct their attention to areas within their interests, they never would have gotten anything done.
After an hour of gaming they:
Mirrored my language; “thank you!”, “which part are you working on?”, “I like this block.”
Realized each other’s strengths; “hey [kid name] can you help me with the roof?” “How do you make the big trees [kid name]?”
Were able to articulate exactly what they did or didn’t like without using force; “that looks good!”, “how about we put it there?”, “I don’t like that block, how about this one?”
On the plus side, since we moved the game file to my device for safekeeping, I now have a cute little souvenir of the time I played Minecraft with four ten year olds.
This is a really long post, but it’s super important. In games like Fortnite where you’ll find lots of kids, it’s important (if you can) to steer them away from toxicity. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve run into kids who talk like toxic adults and the act of just being nice to them completely turns them around.
This is true of online spaces in general - create the culture you’d have loved to have. Back when it was all still forums (before fb mostly killed that culture), I joined a lovely little trans forum where everyone was (and still is) incredibly kind to each other. I determined if I made any online spaces, I’d be explicit from the outset that they would be safe and kind spaces. I ended up making a forum for our nonbinary support community, and surprise! anyone who joined it who was an arsehole pretty much left of their own accord (if I didn’t boot them first) because we didn’t meet their expectations of collective arseholery - and I had numerous comments from people that we were “an oasis” (this is back when a load of trans forums online were wretched hives of truscum and villainy and policing and gatekeeping). Then our forum basically got killed by fb. But my point is I went in there determined to be a good parent (I was twice almost everyone else’s age) and it was so worth it