Leigh they/them pronouns. 20. Largely abandoned. (Holy sh*t I haven’t been here in a while). Sometimes I post fics. Sometimes I don’t. I’m not going to beat myself up about it. Come hang out!
Hi! For warning I have little self faith. So you will probably find lots of self deprecating comments and humour, pay no mind to it one of my new years resolution is to fix that. Anyway... Hope you enjoy your reading!!
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got called a rage baiter and dogpiled on Reddit for saying tvd treats Bonnie like Elena’s slave, how the friendship is very unbalanced….
“yes there was issues behind the scenes! yes Bonnie got bad writing no one is denying that but that had nothing to do with the writing of the show! Elena, Caroline and Bonnie loved each other”
Calling me a delusional Bonnie fan though for calling out horrific writing is the funniest thing…
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btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
If I was to create an original work on ao3 I would do it for the express purpose of creating a universe/characters that other people could write fanfiction of.
Except it wouldn't be fanfiction exactly, because that would imply a Canon that is considered as the Correct or official version, It would instead be another contribution to the canon.
I've often tried thinking of ways to do this (create a fictional universe that everyone is allowed to write/create in)
Since I was 10 years old I dreamed of writing and publishing a book, but I don't care about it anymore. I don't want to be fixed in place in the "creator" role. I don't want to be the origin of everything about the characters and stories I create. And I don't want to own my ideas and stop others' stories about those ideas from being seen as legitimate.
There is an old anthology series, collectively known as Tales from the Vulgar Unicorn, where a group of authors got together and did just that. They planned out the geography and the background politics and a few characters in the town, but other than that each author wrote their own story in that scenario. The series went on for several books and spawned more than one standalone novel, with characters from the original series, and it is one of my favorite series of books of all time. It is however old, it started in the 70s, so a lot of people have not read it, but it is awesome.
Summary: Carter doesn't correct his friend when they call you his girlfriend. You ask him about it later when the two of you are alone.
Wordcount: 1.2K
A/N: This was requested, and I hope the anon who asked for it, likes it. I tried my best.
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There’s a big party on the Dutton ranch. The family has been in Rio Paloma for about a year now, and because business has been good they threw a party for the locals and friends and family.
I've been on the ranch quite a bit since I met Carter in high school. I didn’t actually want to come to the party, because it gets a little too overwhelming for my liking, but Carter said he didn’t want to be surrounded by people he barely knows.
So here I am, making my way through the crowd to find my best friend. I push past people left and right until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and a smile breaks out over my face when Carter comes into view.
“Thank god. I thought I’d never find you.”
“Well, technically, I found you.” He grins. I jokingly swat at him and roll my eyes. “Come on. Let’s get something to drink.” He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me along behind him towards the bar.
I grab a glass of coke and watch as Carter picks up a beer. I clink my glass against his bottle and am about to take a sip when I hear Carter’s dad, Rip, from our left. “Not happening, son.” Carter groans as he turns to his father.
“Come on. Just one.”
“Nope.” Rip says, taking the bottle from his hands. “You are supposed to be a good influence on him, Y/N.” He says pointing at me.
“Like I can ever tell him what to do.” I laugh behind my glass.
“Follow her lead. Stick to soda.” Rip says as he walks away with the beer still in his hand. I pick up another coke and hand it to Carter, who grumbles under his breath how it’s not fair.
“Carter!” A guy shouts loudly. I glance around me and notice a boy coming up to us. He clasps hands with Carter and they greet each other excitedly.
“Jordan! Didn’t think you’d come to this kinda thing.”
“You know I never miss a party.” Jordan grins. “And you must be his girlfriend.” He says as he turns to me. He holds out his hand for me to shake. “I’m Jordan.”
“Yup. This is Y/N.” Carter says. I smile and shake Jordan’s hand, feeling a little uneasy with Carter calling me his girlfriend. We’ve never talked about this.
“Follow me. The rest of the guys are here as well.” Jordan says, motioning for us to come with him. I don’t really know anyone else at this party, so I follow along stiffly. I wave awkwardly at Carter’s friends when Jordan introduces me. I uncomfortably play with the hem of my shirt, hoping to look busy, while I listen to Carter laugh with his friends.
I start to feel panicked when the crowd closes in around us. I look for a way out, when I feel a calloused hand grab mine. I glance up and my eyes meet those of Carter’s.
“Do you want to get away from here, for a moment?” He says in my ear. I nod softly and he tugs me behind him.
Carter steers us to the horse stables and pushes open the big barn door. “Do you want to feed the horses? I know that always calms you down.” He says, handing me a carrot.
“Thank you for getting me out of there.” I mutter. “It got a bit overwhelming.”
“I noticed.” I hum in response and walk over to his horse.
I rub its forehead a couple of times while he takes bites from the carrot I’m holding up for him.
“Hey, what’s going on? You’re really quiet.” Carter says softly beside me. I bite the inside of my cheek trying to find the right thing to say.
“Why didn’t you correct Jordan when he said I’m your girlfriend?” Out of the corner of my eyes I see Carter putting his hands in his pockets and leaning against the stall.
“I uh…” I raise an eyebrow at him. He clears his throat and rakes a hand through his hair. “What if that’s what I am hoping you’d be?” He finally mutters out.
I take a surprised step backwards. “What?” I ask perplexed.
“Forget it,” He hurries to say, “It was stupid.” He tries to walk away from the conversation, but I stop him by putting a hand on his arm.
“It’s not stupid.” I tell him. “I just didn’t think you’d see me in that way.”
“Why would I not?”
“We’ve been friends for a year and you have never even flirted with me.”
“Okay, ouch…I might not be the best flirt, but I definitely did.” My brows furrow, thinking back to our earlier conversations.
“Anyways…” He mumbles as it’s clear I can’t recall any of those moments. “Do you hate the idea of being my girlfriend?” A blush slowly creeps up my cheeks, but as I stare at Carter, I can see the same thing happening to him.
“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“Don’t get too excited now.” Carter jokes. I roll my eyes at him half-heartedly.
“Come here, you big sap.” I grasp his flannel shirt and pull him towards myself. Carter’s hands end up on my waist and our breaths mingle with the little space between us.
“Are you going to kiss me or what?” I ask confidently. He dips his head and our lips connect. His lips are soft and smooth against my own and my hands reach up to curl in his hair. He walks me backwards until my legs hit a couple of hay bales. I jump up so I am sitting on them and Carter steps in between my legs. His hands run up and down my thighs sending shivers down my spine. His lips glide over mine, tongue slipping in every so often and I struggle to catch my breath.
“Carter!” We jump apart as his mother, Beth, comes into view. “You know better than to hook up in a barn.”
“Sorry, ma.” Carter looks so uncomfortable right now.
“In all fairness, I kinda initiated it.” I reply as I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, hoping that my confession would spare Carter the conversation later.
“And my son didn’t have any part in this? Yeah right.” Beth scoffs. I get down from the hay bale to stand next to Carter, who clasps my hand in his.
“I need your help cleaning up after our guest. Say goodbye and come help me out.” Beth says, smiling as she notices our locked hands. She turns around and starts walking away from the barn. “You treat that girl right, you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Carter yells after her.
We look at each other and burst out laughing, thinking of the situation we just got ourselves into.
“So, can I officially call you my girlfriend now?” He asks, kissing the back of my hand. I pull him close and lay my head on his shoulder.
“I think we’re at that point, yes.” Carter’s free hand comes up to cup my cheek and I lean up to kiss his lips.
“Carter!” Beth roars through the night.
“Right, yeah, I uh…Gotte go.” He mutters against my lips.
“Mhmm.” I peck him once more on the lips before he runs to help Beth. “Girlfriend it is.” I mutter softly.
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i decided to just make a masterlist of what i've been calling the domestic series until now!
this is set on the wheelers' new ranch in dillon where carter has a spunky and fun girlfriend (you) who beth loves and rip tolerates (adores). you're basically always at the ranch, working with beth in and outside the house, and distracting carter as much as humanly possible without pissing off rip too bad. your banter with the man keeps his wife and lloyd entertained and scares the shit out of carter, but it's all a good time on the dutton ranch!
they're all just little one shots, can be read in or out of order, literally doesn't matter but i love em
a vampire's long term fwbb (friend with blood benefits) making an idle remark about how it was a struggle to handle the aphrodisiac in the bite venom for the first while but now they're used to it and know to expect it and the vampire saying "hey um. so I don't have any bite venom. like at all."
we used to get christmas episodes of television. halloween episodes. valentines. we used to get television that felt like part of your life. like it was happening alongside your life. now we mostly get 8 episodes dropping all at once every two years and they don't have time for any of that. i miss characters living alongside us
he's a great character for writing sicko fanfiction to process and deal with and find comfort about my Uhhh The Unthinkable Nightmares.
but also I have to ignore most of canon and pretend that once he gets out of Hydra's clutches the good guys actually try to respect his bodily autonomy. nothing after CA:TWS exist to me
If you are experiencing Agony because you don't have Real Trauma that gives you A Legitimate Reason To Be This Fucked Up, you can write a story where a Character experiences Real Trauma but have them feel all of your Big Nasty Awful Bitebitebitebitebite RAGETERROR Feelings that you have about your Fake Trauma.
Of course, there is no such thing as fake trauma, and an experience can be traumatizing if your brain responded to it that way no matter if it's not conventionally recognized as traumatic by society.
Except when it's me I am the exception because when its me it's actually fake. My own compassion does not apply to me because I am mysteriously different and worse. *compresses myself into a cube*
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I don't usually delve into this stuff, but please, please forgive me just this once.
If I could, I would love to show everyone at marvel this:
Steve Rogers, moments after being shot at, point blank, in a room full of people, out of fucking nowhere, by the supposed ✨️LoVe oF HiS LiFe✨️.
Ah, but she must have been under mind control, right? Brainwashed, maybe. Tortured past the point of insanity. Coerced into this. Amnesiac, even, to the point where she didn't even recognize him, wasn't aware of what she was doing or whom she was doing it to. Otherwise, she never would have done something like that. Right???
WRONG. She did that all of her own volition. Spontaneously. On a fucking whim. Because she was feeling petty. Truly, such a beautiful, heartwarming moment for them <3
"Fans": She's such a girlboss and badass, keep it up queen 🥰!
"Fans", if the tables were turned and Steve was the one shooting to Peggy in a room with other people, because she had the nerve to be sexually harassed, when they weren't even in a relationship: What a monster and a madman 😡!
When I watched this scene I wasn't even thinking about Peggy's motivations for shooting at him, I was just, like, "...Bullets don't stop being dangerous because they bounce off of another object????"
From a Doylist point of view, no one involved in this movie knows anything about guns. From a Watsonian point of view, Peggy doesn't know anything about guns and shouldn't be anywhere near one.
Why does American media trivialize guns and their deadly capacities so much? With guns being so embedded in our culture you would think basic gun safety would be sort of common knowledge but no.
But you're right about Peggy, also. I was confused why people got the impression that they had some kind of romantic thing going on because it seemed like they barely interacted with each other, and when Peggy kissed him, it was out of nowhere and he didn't reciprocate at all.
I just wrote 8 pages when I haven't written in months and was beginning to think I'd never be able to again. Idk what it is, but I am sharing and manifesting this energy for every writer who sees this. May you write 8 quality pages effortlessly and find joy writing once more