The Problem With “I Want To Write A Fic Where Sai And Karin Are Friends” Is That It Is 100% In The

Person irl asked me a few days ago which fictional race like I'd like to be and I said hobbit. I just want to chill.

hobbits eat six meals a day and are always smoking weed and yet i never hear anybody talk about wanting to be a hobbit. you all sicken me

the horsemen of the dannypocalypse

Some Nights Tumblr Version.

Based off this post.

Lyrics:

Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop

Some nights, I don’t sleep at all

Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending

Some nights, I wish I could log off

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know anymore…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

This is it, these are ship wars

What are we fighting for?

Why don’t we read fanfic already?

I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life

Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again

To stay for a while

But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight

I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am

Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life

Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end

‘Cause I could use some friends for a change

And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again

Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know… 

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?

Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?

(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)

So log on.

Log on.

Log on,

OH LOG ON!

Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand  I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love” ‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes… Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from… Some terrible writers…ahhh…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP

I wish it would update already

I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.

Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…

I’m never logging off

Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …

Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.

It's Gonna Be May

Some people have May poles, some people dance into the month of May, Tumblr has Justin Timberlake. (And sometimes just a picture of a block of Ramen noodles, because that's tumblr for you)

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I get different physical sensations - sometimes it's tightness in my chest and like a piercing pain, sometimes the veins in my hands and forearms fell as if they tightened or if the blood turned cold and also the bladder thing - like it flips and moves on its own

What are whumperflies to you?

Is it fluttering in your stomach? Is it that raw excitement you feel in the back of your throat? For me, it’s actually a literal tingling in my legs and just plain raw excitement. You hear a lot of “oh I got whumperflies!” But, what are they to you physically? :)

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Et tu, Brudi?

A slightly angsty Merthur fic idea/ mini fic where a magic reveal goes slightly wrong, and Merlin and Arthur are captured by bandits. Things are still raw between both of them—think of their interactions in Diamond of the Day—but they’re stuck together anyway. They’ll have to depend on each other to escape (they will, but angst first).

The bandits know that Merlin has magic and give him cold iron shackles so he can’t use it. Worse, their leader is bragging how much coin they’ll get if they hand over their new sorcerer (Merlin) to Cenred.

Merlin’s fate seems to be uncertain: even if he escapes with Arthur, Arthur could still have him arrested for magic. Or he could end up being forced to fight for Cenred. (I think it’s headcanon that known sorcerers are forced to serve Cenred in Essetir and that’s partially why Merlin had gone to Camelot in the first place.)

So, as soon as they’re alone (in a cell or tied to trees away from the bandit camp), Merlin asks Arthur to kill him. (He would rather die than serve Cenred, and he knows execution probably awaits him in Camelot anyway.)

Arthur is obviously horrified that Merlin would ask him to do that. He asks why.

Merlin doesn’t bring up that he doesn’t really see a way out of this for himself. But he answers honestly: he doesn’t want his magic to be used as a weapon. (Merlin feels no loyalty to Uther, but he has no wish to harm Camelot or anyone else. *cue Nobody’s Soldier by Hozier*)

His answer is what brings Arthur to look at him fully again—stranger and friend, sorcerer and servant. (Basically Arthur goes from not recognizing the Merlin he thought he knew, to realizing he’s the same fool he’s always known.)

They escape later, and there’s much for Arthur to relearn about his friend, but they work together to bring magic back

A “minor” lab accident caused Jack and Maddie to be knocked backwards through the portal into the Ghost Zone.

It didn’t take too long for Danny to notice and go in after them in the Specter Speeder, but time in the Zone can be wonky. He has no idea how long it’s been from their perspective, nor how much chaos they could have caused with that time.

So he went in fully expecting to quite possibly emerge in a giant clusterfuck of a battlefield.

Except, it turns out their chaos went in a different direction.

After being forced to interact with ghosts in new contexts, they chilled out about the ghost hunting thing. Instead, they settled into performing more anthropological and ecological studies of the ghosts.

But they’re still them, so they’re the ontological opposite of “subtle” or “low-key”.

They may not be chasing ghosts around guns blazing, but they are chasing them around pestering them with questions. Or stalking them around taking notes on behavior. Or just generally causing unmatched chaos in other ways.

Apparently Maddie ended up leading a revolution in another haunt that was ruled similarly to Aragorn’s, almost becoming a cult leader in the process. Jack broke into Pariah’s Keep and nearly woke up the sealed king to “ask for directions” (or possibly did wake him up; Danny’s heard conflicting rumors. He doesn’t think that that could have happened without anyone noticing, but with his parents he’s never sure).

Danny thinks he heard some Observants mutterings about an “interdimensional incident” too, but he isn’t touching that with a ten foot pole.