#twistedtangledfate

Prefacing: no hate to people who enjoy these. I know lots of people aren't going to agree with this but it's my opinion and I speak my mind. You do you, I do me. We can still be friends if you like these ships.

I personally cannot stand Radioapple. They do not have chemistry and I hate how lots of fans insist that it's going to be endgame for the show. I do not mind fans creating fanworks and shipping things, but when it crosses over to insisting that it's canon and trying to convince others into thinking that it's canon, then it bothers me. Especially knowing how Viv tends to bend to cater to the outspoken fans (re: 'retconning' Alastor's aroace identity so fans can "have their fun" / changing Valentino into more of a bimbo because people online complained — there is an interview clip where the writers state this). It annoys me like crazy.

Unsurprisingly, the other one I dislike also involves Alastor: mutually felt Radiostatic. I love the dynamic when it is a one-sided thing on Vox's end as in canon, or even some kind of faithfully developed QPR (queer platonic relationship) where Alastor somehow manages to come around and click with Vox again, but I do not like it when it's both of them in love, and that is because it is usually used to degrade and sexualize and mischaracterize Alastor.

I don't know if I would have different opinions on these ships if people were different about Alastor. I probably would.

It mostly boils down to I hate how the wider fandom treats Alastor, the one asexual character, like some kind of sex object. I know some asexuals have sex. I just get the vibe that people use that as an excuse to overwrite Alastor's asexuality, rather than to actually advocate for asexuals that want to have sex-- and I basically never see support in this fandom for asexuals that don't want to have sex.

@twistedtangledfate liked for a starter with Melody (for Ariel)

The sea was calling to her, as it so often did. The way the sunlight made the water sparkle, this was one of the few places in the palace where Melody could get a clear view of the water without the wall obstructing it.

Leaning on the balcony railing she sighed a little.

The victor life hadn't really been what he had expected of it. Well.. he hadn't expected to become one in the first place. But suddenly everything was one big adjustment. His leg the first part of it all. Then came the new home, the new family dynamic, a strange status he'd obtained within the District. Capitol trips. New friends. Or supposed to be friends. Outside of the Games he wondered what was the point of it all. Why was he called to the Capitol again? Dressed for an event and set in a room with people he barely knew. A warning followed -- one that sounded more like a threat -- and he was released into the wild.

Peeta smiled, polite as ever, joked here and there as part of his natural charm, but the unease lingered. Comply? With what? How was this any different from the previous events? And if not, why a warning only just now? Had he done something wrong?

He found himself shuffling towards a somewhat familiar face; an anchor within the crowd. Of course he could've asked Finnick, but his boastful laugh made him feel like he would share his questions with the class.

❛⠀see, what i've brought !   ❜ he lifts the comically large tome up with his two pudgy hands, before he takes a seat close to the dragon, and begins opening the pages. ❛⠀father had just taught me a song called hāros bartossi, caraxes. it is an ancient dragonsong, father said. i shall sing it to you and you may correct me in my pronunciation, yes ? are you ready ? ❜

Clearly he thought she was just some stupid kid. Well, she might’ve been technically a kid, but she was FAR from stupid. Okay, maybe he hadn’t said stupid, but the way he was treating her…was this how he treated everyone?? How did he have any friends? WERE THEY HIS FRIENDS???? Enough was enough.

“Gonna stop ya right there, big man. I ain’t accepted nothin’ yet, but if I do or if I don’t ain’t your decision. It’s mine. And I’m gonna be the one that makes it. Understand?”

@twistedtangledfate dreamed: "I'm sorry you had to grow up so fast." (From Anastasia?)

Ella offered her a small smile before she reached across the table to grasp her hand. "I'm sorry we could not have been friends sooner." It wasn't Anastasia's fault Lady Tremaine was an awful person. All they could do now was heal from it.

Padmé remembered Shmi from her first time on Tatooine. She remembered her as a kind and generous woman despite her circumstances, and the young Senator was glad Anakin had been able to save her from the Tusken raiders. She had the feeling he would not have been able to get over losing her. No matter how much the Jedi preached that one had to sever themself from those connections.