Just the same tragic behaviour from the review bombers as they showed at the start of 5b... You'd think they'd have sodded off at some point in the intervening 18 episodes but here we are.
literally cannot fathom wasting this much energy on something you donât even like. this show does not exist in a vacuum â real people with real lives and real feelings work to bring these stories to life. you donât get to be an asshole about it because it didnât follow your fanfic daydream to a T
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Only twelve months ago, via Pinterest! At first I swore I wouldn't read fic, then I swore I wouldn't write it. You see where this is going don't you?
What does SKAM mean to you?
SKAM allows me to look back on my (slightly misspent) teenage years and truly appreciate the significance of those years and the people you spend them with.
Who are your favourite SKAM characters?
You can't ask me to choose a favourite child? And I can't choose between Even and Sana anyway.
Why did you want to be part of the Big Bang mod team?
I loved every moment of taking part in last year's incredible bang, and I just really wanted to ensure it happened again this year!
What did you like best about the SKAM Big Bang 2021?
Getting to know other creators in fandom through the fantastic community spirit fostered by the discord chat!
What would you like to say to anyone thinking of signing up?
Give it a shot! I'd never written a word of SKAM fanfic before last December, so I know it can seem like a lot, but with the support of your fellow creators you'll be amazed what you can do!
the melting of an illusion, acrylic on canvas, 14 x 18 inches by cassnlt
iâm super stoked to have created something for the @skambigbang this year and to have met @eirabach. sheâs such a wonderful writer and a beautiful person and Iâm super blessed to have painted this to accompany her fic - The Falsification Principle â¤ď¸ Go give it a read!
Support our Captain Swan Rewrite-a-Thon authors as they finish polishing up their brand new rewritten stories! Posting begins April 1st!
@eirabach (formerly mahstatins if youâre unfamiliar with the new URL!) has been rewriting Glow. Check out the original version before they post the new one!
Glow
Emma Swan always gets her man, and she's not about to let a little thing like death get in the way.
(A 'Just Like Heaven' AU)
Rated M
Or if youâd like to read something else by them, why not check out Renegades?
Renegades
They all start the same way, these stories we tell our children, with the words âonce upon a time,â and the promise of a happy ending.
They tell of a land far, far away, where there lived a beautiful princess, hair as dark as ebony, lips red like a rose, and a prince so charming it became his name.
They spin tales of a war fought against a terrible witch, and how the heroes won. They tell us of the witch locked away forever as the princessâs womb grew round with child, and how the whole kingdom celebrated the victory of hope, and heroism, and True Love.
They all start that way, they all end this way.
All, that is, except this one.
Rated M
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Hello again, everyone! Please help me welcome @eirabach to the CSSNS!!!
Tumblr NameÂ
@eirabachâ (previously mahstatins)
How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?Â
Since 2015 I believe, although the years have all blurred more or less into one.
When did you start shipping Captain Swan?Â
Oh immediately. I shipped it from a YouTube video I found when looking for frozen vids for my eldest, I hadn't even watched the show!
What drew you to this event?Â
I'm struggling to write for Captain Swan nowadays so I thought I'd try something a bit different by doing aesthetics!
What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.Â
I've been trying a bit of picset work! Although I used to do a bit of art many years ago I lack any talent now!
What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?Â
Distracting myself from the very difficult circumstances we all find ourselves in right now.
I am so thrilled to welcome Clare to the event this year! She is doing fic art for @shireness-saysâ in the second wave! Everyone go welcome her to the event and give her lots of love!!!
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Fandom: Thunderbirds
Rating: Gen
Genre: Family
Characters: Alan, Grandma, John
And another fic for @gumnut-logicâs #irrelief! Â The prompt used here is âAlan + regrettable life choicesâ from @eirabach.
âLaunching a rocket into space most days not enough of an adrenaline kick for you, kid?â
Sometimes, Alan could admit his decisions might not have been the smartest. Â Taking his new mountain bike up to the top of the tallest peak on Tracy Island with the intention of cycling all the way back down was one such decision, but here he was, perched on the saddle right at the start of the sharp incline, starting to wonder if this was such a good idea.
His brothers would say no. Then again, he already knew that. That was why his comm unit was safely tucked underneath his rug, so John couldnât spot his little red triangle moving towards the peak and alert the others â especially Scott. Â For someone so dismissive of his own neck, he had an annoying habit of caring an awful lot about other peopleâs necks, particularly those that belonged to younger brothers.
Scott was away on a mission. Alan would never have dared attempt to sneak out from under his nose.  Virgil and Gordon were easier to avoid â Four had taken a battering on her last outing, and they were buried inside the subâs internal workings trying to fix her before any of them were needed elsewhere.  John was the simple case of pretending to be asleep and then slipping off his comm⌠okay, heâd needed to do a teeny bit of computer work as well so John didnât immediately notice he wasnât in his room anyway, but that was nothing, really.
Besides, John should be busy with Scott. Â It was all fine.
As was the fact that he was about to hurtle all the way down a craggy mountain peak on his new bike. There was a trail to follow, at least â he would never have got the bike up there if there wasnât â but it was going to be a lot more exhilarating going down than up. Â It was also going to be a lot more dangerous, and Alan had been a part of International Rescue long enough to know that safety was not something to be sniffed at, and that danger should be avoided where at all possible.
Therefore he had made sure to wear all his safety gear â helmet, shin pads, knee and elbow pads, and his basic IR suit without the sash for extra protection. Â Risks were cool. Â Stupid risks were not cool, although if he was honest the disappointed looks from his brothers were the biggest incentive he had to not take stupid risks. Â That and the absolute panic he would be on the receiving end of if he did get hurt.
The more he stood and thought about it, the more he started to think that this really wasnât his brightest idea. Â But he was already here, and there was only one way down short of calling- nope, heâd left his comms behind. Â Even if he could bear the humiliation of calling his own brothers for help on their own island, that wasnât an option.
So, down it was. Â On the bike.
He took a deep breath, surveyed the trail in front of him, and pushed his bike forwards.
Wind rushed past his ears as his tyres ate up ground in the blink of an eye. Â The goggles he wore helped to stop it sting his eyes, but not perfectly as moisture welled up. Â He didnât dare blink it away â while he was not travelling anywhere near the speed of a Thunderbird, without a cradle of machinery around him it felt even faster than One, and a single error judgement would throw him off the trail.
This was the sort of thing Alan thrived on. Â Conscious thought took a backseat, instincts and reactions taking over as though he was dancing Three through a cometâs coma, or playing one of his many video games. Boy and bike became one, dodging scree patches and jumping rock clusters that couldnât be evaded as they hurtled down, down towards the rocky beach marked as his end point.
âWoohoo!â he cried after a particularly sharp bend in the trail almost threw him off the edge, grin splitting his face in two. This was what life was about! Â Heart pumping in his chest, adrenaline surging through his limbs, body clinging to the bike as though they were merged together.
Nothing in the world could be better, and his rapid, insane descent ended far more quickly than the laborious ascent had done, tyres kicking up shingle as the pebble-dashed beach welcomed his entrance with crashing waves and the taste of saltwater spray on his lips.
And-
His heart sank, euphoria of the previous moments fleeing as though it had never been there, at the sight of crossed arms and a tapping foot.
âLaunching a rocket into space most days not enough of an adrenaline kick for you, kid?â
Grandma did not look happy.
âI⌠uh⌠sorry?â he tried, a childish urge to hide the bike behind his back barely quelled.
She strode towards him, each crunch of shingle sounding like another nail slamming into his coffin. Â Oh, he was doomed. Â He was so, so, doomed. Â His bike was going to be confiscated, heâd be pulled from International Rescue â sent back to school, to sit in classrooms and have to rely on patchy news reports to know how his brothers were doing, if the rescue was going okay or if his brothers were getting hurt.
âSorry for what, young man?â she asked him as she stopped in front of him. Â Heâd grown taller than her, but the additional height meant nothing as she towered above him in all but stature, blue eyes that he and Scott had both inherited pinning him to the spot with steel. Â âFor having fun? Â Or for reckless, idiotic behaviour like not telling anyone where you were going, what you were doing, and leaving without your comms?â
When she put it like that, it really did sound stupid.
âFor not telling anyone?â he offered. Â âAnd not taking my comm unit with me?â
Her gaze didnât relent, and he squirmed under it, unable to meet her eyes as he focused on a random pebble at her feet instead. Â It didnât do anything to help.
After what felt like an eternity, she sighed and pulled him into a hug.
âDonât you ever do that again, young man,â she scolded, but her voice was softer now. Â âPromise that next time you go out on that bike of yours, youâll tell me and one of your brothers, and maybe I wonât tell Scott about this time. Â Deal?â
Scott. Â Oh hell, Scott would be even worse. Â And Grandma wasnât the only one that could report to him â in fact, she was least likely to.
âCan we upgrade that to me telling all of them in future and none of them now?â he tried.
A familiar, male, laugh sounded and he squeezed his eyes shut.
âNice try with the feed loop, kid, but itâll take more than that to fool me,â John said. Â Alan cringed but looked up as Grandma stepped back from the hug to see him hovering from Grandmaâs own comm, looking faintly amused.
âSorry, John,â he fidgeted, forcing himself not to look away again. Â âI thought youâd stop me. Â Or tell Scott.â
âI would have done,â the ginger said bluntly. Â âAt least, told Scott and the others. Â What if something had happened, Alan? Â No matter what precautions you take, or how good you are, things can always go wrong, and if we didnât know where you were and what you were doing, we wouldnât have been able to help you.â
âI know,â he said, abashed. âIâm sorry.â
John softened, like Grandma.
âI know, kid,â he said. âHow about this deal? Â You tell me, Grandma, and one of our brothers on the island whenever you want to go biking, and the three of us will keep this little adventure under wraps? Â How does that sound?â
Much, much better than a terrified scolding from Scott. Â Alan agreed.
âDonât worry, Alan,â John added as they headed back towards the villa. Â âYouâre not the only one I have a similar agreement with.â
âWhat, who?â Alan demanded, as Grandma laughed.
âThey havenât broken it,â the ginger shrugged, then signed off.
For the WIP game how abouttttttt... trouble / vision / never
Ohh, thanks! Okay, going through in order: Trouble
Clearly this is a word I need to use more, considering this is TAG and thatâs the whole point of it, right? Only one match, in the doc currently titled âAUâ
âWater is fine,â he answered between mouthfuls.
âOh, are you sure?â she queried. Â âItâs no trouble at all.â
âPerfectly,â he replied, only to blink as a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of him.
Next up:Â Vision
Now, this is a word I know I donât use much... oh, found one, again in âAUâ (which is the longest of the wips, admittedly). This sentence actually suggests why the doc is called AU...
Other-Scottâs head slammed against the bed, but he barely paused before Scott found his own head colliding with a metal table, darkening his vision for a split second.
Finally: Never
So this is a word that definitely should be around a fair bit, because Iâm sure I use it... letâs have a looksie.
Okay, the first occurrence is located in probably the least-structured muse so far, âDay of Disasterâ
Stabilising foam deployed too late to save the bridge, an embarrassment for International Rescue, who normally never messed up something as simple as holding up a bridge, and they almost didnât catch the toppling rescue crane in time before its crew joined the engineers already trapped in the space probe deep underwater.
Eleven results in âCloserâ. Iâve picked this one:
Five minutes to find a body, cold to the touch. Â Rescue number ten had never stood a chance. Â Face down and neck broken, he would have been killed almost instantly during the original avalanche.
Three results in my little character study âFamiliar Strangersâ. Two appear in the same sentence (whoops) so Iâve picked that one:
John was too distant. Â Heâd never been the most open of the boys, preferring to let Scott take the lead and his younger brothers the limelight, but heâd never been so closed off. Â
Again, three results in âInterventionâ, with two appearing in the same sentence (I should probably do something about these repeats...)
At half past six, after a leisurely half hour buried in his wardrobe hunting down comfortable old clothes heâd feared many times heâd never get the chance to wear again and freshened up for the day in a way heâd never be taking for granted, he descended the stairs into the kitchen.
Five results in âWordsâ; Iâve chosen this one because itâs good fun (for me, anyway. Certain Tracy boys not so much)
Virgil would never have fit, and Gordon wouldnât have expected Scott to except the smear of blood dragged all the way down through it, more snatches of blue shirt snagged on outcrops at random intervals.
Twelve results in âAUâ - I figured itâd be in here a lot. Gone with this little titbit:
Had he fallen from the gantry?  His brothers were periodically clucking about the lack of a handrail â Gordon, in particular, disliked it â but heâd never felt unsafe on it.  It was high above the hangar floor, however, and while the beep⌠beep⌠beep⌠steadfastly continued, he was in no pain.  An unchecked fall from that height would have left his body broken.
And thatâs all! Thanks for your interest - Iâm always happy to talk about wips and stuff so if anything here has piqued any interest feel free to ask questions!  âCloserâ, âWordsâ, âAUâ and one other which apparently had none of those words in (that needs rectifying) are the ones Iâm actively trying to write at the moment, and will also probably be the longest once Iâm done.
Hmm depends. I'm a pretty confident read arrogant person at heart which is partly why I do creative things, it knocks me off my pedestal a bit xD Honestly I use it as an opportunity to self examine, because if I'm experiencing self doubts the first thing is to stop and figure out if they're rational or not. Sometimes they are, and so I know I can put energy into working on that area (my endings often just peter out a bit for example and I'm trying to learn how to create a more effective wrap up to scenes for example). That's productive self doubt, I can learn from that.
Other types are less productive and I think like everyone, I get insecure about various things. When that happens, I like to read the nice comments people leave, and while I don't necessarily subscribe to the thought that comments are a requirement by readers ever, I can't deny they ARE nice to read over and remind myself that people do like what I write đ And that makes me feel better!
25. Favourite part of writing
Okay OKAY!!!! I love being able to just tell a story! And explore different ideas! And see what happens! Writing for me is just playing in a sandpit, all I write is fanfiction and I don't have much interest in writing anything else đ I love getting to pry characters open and test their relationships and I love having a way to just get all my words outside of me so that I can see them as a whole instead of the fleeting snatches that exist if I just let them stay inside my head