When You're Writing And You Suddenly Realize You Don't Know What Happens Next

Pollution is seductive. It's easy to fall into a wasteful habit. It's so easy that we tend to, metaphorically, fall in love with it. With it's the easiness and right off whatever anyone else says with, "I'm just to busy with work and family, I can't sort trash." Or, "I know there's a trashcan right there, but I don't have the time to walk over there." It's dangerous. It's seductive. That's why Tim Curry voices Hexes so well. His voice, the aura, you know you're powerless against him.

TFW: you remember who the villain in ferngully was...

… Pollution shouldnt look or sound like that… also… ORIGINAL WAS WORSE

@staff my friend recently got their account completely deleted by y'all, is there any way they can at least have access for a few hrs to get all their stories off if it? Or at least give them an explanation for deleting their account they had for forever. This is seriously not cool at all that you get delete all their stuff without giving a warning.

@lovehonny2 is their new account. Please at least have the decency to tell them why.

V for Vendetta (2005) dir. James McTeigue

Let me tell you something about Pitch Black.

Okay, there’s just one thing I need to get out of my system.

So practically 60% of the ROTG Fandom consists on hating Pitch, the antagonist. Most of those 60% of people are BlackIce/Cavity etc. shippers. A lot of the people in that percentage have it in their minds that Pitch would be a violent and abusive lover.

May I just take a moment of your time to go against this statement?

Firstly, let me tell you something that most fail to notice about Pitch. If he finds something that he loves, he will cherish that item/person more than anything – because for Pitch’s heart to be moved, it’s going to take something very goddamn special, because he is dark. Let me also remind you that he once had a daughter and loving wife, true he might have held a different form, but that little spark of Kozmotis that still lingers in him hasn’t been extinguished. Personally, I don’t have a father, but there is one thing I know about them. If they love their daughters, they will do pretty much anything to guarantee she is safe. Even if it means giving their own lives. They would also do the same thing for someone they loved.

Pitch isn’t the type of person to just go around dating anyone he fancies, because he is insecure. He doesn’t like to open up about his feelings, and thinks that if he does open up, it’s just going to get thrown back in his face – much like what happened with Jack at Antarctica. When he tried to get through to him that he understood how it felt to be invisible, and to feel out of place, Jack rejected him. He didn’t even show any sympathy for him, and just told him to leave him alone. In my opinion, if Jack had been a little more considerate, none of the aftermath would have happened (Jack’s staff being broken etc.). Jack could have convinced Pitch to stop, because he had his defences down. Pitch made himself vulnerable because he wanted someone to be with him, because he didn’t want to be alone anymore and he felt the only way of convincing him was to take down the wall he’d built around himself. Pitch may have been trying to manipulate Jack, but he was also trying to gain his trust. And Jack walked away. That would have hurt him.

Pitch isn’t invincible, he feels things too.

Let’s take this into account. If Pitch fell in love with someone, he wouldn’t take advantage of their feelings, because he wouldn’t want them to feel rejected, like he felt. Pitch would be a caring person to whoever he fell in love with, regardless the gender, and would always be willing to listen to them if they needed someone to talk to. You know why? Because that’s what he wants. Pitch has been alone for a long time, even someone as strong and dependant as he is has to want to talk to someone about whatever he’s got bottled up inside him.

Pitch isn’t incapable of loving something, he just doesn’t know how to. Just because he has been known to use violence in his plans, doesn’t necessarily mean he would abuse his lover. For example, Pitch has been alone and not believed in for a long time, as I said before, and if you’re alone and hated for that amount of time, you would start to get desperate. When the Fearlings had full grip on him when he first got turned, that was when he was at his most violent. He destroyed stars and planets, killed people and even turned some children into Fearlings.

As far as I’m aware, he didn’t do anything this violent after he escaped his imprisonment within the cave with Night Light. Correct me if I’m wrong. However, the violence he uses in the movie, is just actions of blind rage. Pitch was stuck hiding under beds whilst all of his enemies were loved and believed in, whereas he had to go through life listening to parents telling their children that he wasn’t real. It can easily make a person go mad. If Pitch was ever violent towards his lover, it would either be a moment of madness when in an argument, if the other said something very hurtful or it was someone he didn’t truly love.

I know most people would have stopped reading by now, but I felt the need to just express my opinion on how some people are portraying Pitch’s character. Don’t think I’m just saying this because Pitch is my favourite character, and I feel the need to stick up for him – because I totally agree that things Pitch has done in the past are wrong and unforgivable. But I just wanted to get my point across that Pitch isn’t a completely heartless being. He has a heart, he has feelings, and he has emotions.

Do not think he hasn’t just because of mistakes he’s made in the past.

It was funnier in my head.

First attempt at animating, rn just focusing on lip-syncing lol https://www.instagram.com/p/B4GZ4YFDsUr/?igshid=p7695rzshu53

Honestly, it's all situational. If you have started PM the author and growing an acquaintance(or they are even your friend) with said author then just going offline and not talking(ghosting- which is not just used as a term for friendships/romantic relationships.) The author might worry about you and your health, etc. Personally, I'd just message and let them know that something in the fic didn't sit right with you and that you don't think your gonna continue reading it, etc.

If you have an acquaintance with the author you should end the communication in a mature and civil manner. Even if that is over a fanfiction taking a turn you didn't like.

Personally, as a fanfic writer myself(and avid reader) I don't mind if someone tells me my fic isn't their cup of tea. I know the things I write aren't for everyone and that's totally chill. My only problem is when said reader is getting mean and trying to tell me how to write my fanfic. I trust my readers to stop reading when things get uncomfortable for them. Plus some advice, always re-read the tags when a new chapter is updated! Authors should always add tags when the theme of the story has changed and so you should be given a clear idea of how the fic is going to be before reading it. This is just to keep you safe, as I tag my fics appropriately and except my readers to read them. If you feel the fic was under tagged, either you approach the author in PMs or comment on the fic, or ask a friend to comment for you if your scares/nervous. Most authors aren't going to be upset with you or mean if you critic their tagging/writing choice unless you yourself are being mean.

Also, as readers, who I'm assuming want more content that you like reading, need to interact in some fashion with the content you are reading. Sometimes, like on Tumblr, likes aren't enough to get more of the content you love. I'm not saying you have to comment every time you read a fic, but if you can(and the content your reading would be enjoyed by a friend or would fit in with the content on your blog) please share it. I understand that a lot of us don't like commenting on things or sharing them, but sometimes that's why fandoms die- because we don't push ourselves out of our comfort zones to send a short little comment saying, "I love this!" Or even just hitting that reblog/share button.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk *dips out*

Is there a nice way to nope or of a fic that you started to really like, but then it took a turn down a path you don't care to venture? I don't want to hurt the writers feelings by saying anything, but I also feel like just suddenly being MIA and no longer reading/commenting is mean in itself???

If you’re friends with the author, then I think you could explain yourself via private message here on tumblr or discord or wherever else you chat with them. Most people in fandom get it when something just doesn’t work for you, and we know that it doesn’t mean you’re noping out of us as a person, just out of that one story. There probably won’t be any hard feelings there.

If you’re a reader who has commented but otherwise doesn’t know the author, it might be better to ghost. 

Leaving that kind of thing in a comment is sort of awkward because everyone else can see it. Noping out quietly might make the author wonder where you are, but everyone gets busy sometimes and people leave fandoms and sometimes you don’t notice a subscription email. 

That’s what I prefer when it comes to my fics, at least. What about the rest of you?

🙏🏻 PLEASE

Send me an ask with your opinion.

Teach children that this is not ok

My request is kinda similar to my first one. (Dragon Ball) Android 18 (Destroyed Future Version) Finding a guy hiding out from the Androids. But she thinks he is cute so she decides to make him her boyfriend. (Even if he likes it or not) But if she catches him trying to escape she sits on his face to teach him a lesson, having his face trapped under her booty until she is sure he will be faithful to her

I gotta ask, what’s your obsession with women sitting on dudes faces to show dominance? I’m not judging, but what is so fascinating? Also, sorry this took so long but I tried to go extra, so I hope you like it!CW: Male reader, Mentions of gore(very brief), POV switching(Only once), Facesitting to show dominance, male submission, mentions of enslavement and forced pet play. 

Queen of Apathy’s new pet

The buildings stand in defiance of the people who fell. They are no vulnerable flesh but concrete and steel, not as timeless as the mountains that ring the city but able to outlast the civilization that created them by centuries. Given enough time even the smooth grey will give way to a jungle of green and this “ancient” civilization will lay ruined for future generations to discover and perhaps piece together how we lived. I wonder if they'll know how we, with all our labor-saving devices could barely glean six hours sleep, and even when the opportunity to rest came our stress levels kept us unwillingly awake. But for now, all I can do is walk ant-like between the monoliths, grey at my feet, grey at every side, under a carpet of grey that promises nothing but a storm. In the end, it was not our using up of resources that killed us. It was our arrogance and lust for technology that doomed us, for it was man’s own created machines that slaughtered us simply because they could.

A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek. A thick dreariness that hung in the air and condensed in my lungs making it difficult to breathe. The sky swirls, ominous clouds tinted with the blood of the fallen which had turned to mist in the heat of their death, curling together like a serpent. These clouds were followed by the sudden burst of lightning, sometimes flashing bolts of pure energy seem to stand for long moments around certain buildings. Count one, count two, count three, then, came explosions of thunder in great waves of discordant and demented sounds. The noise level became so intense that it rattled what few windows were still intact. The wind raised to the level of a thousand howling hounds.

I bend forward, pulling my hood over my head and picking up my pace. I run into an abandoned building, the rain pounds against my back like bullets. By the time I get to my sanctuary, I am soaked to the bone and stand shivering like a rat just pulled from the water. My teeth clatter together to create a melody with my pounding heart as it thumps against my ribcage. I drop the hood of my jacket down, it slaps onto my back with a wet splat that has a small, childish chuckle leaving me at the obscene noise. I breathe slowly, in then out to still my heart and relax my tense muscles. They hadn’t been seen in some time and so I had volunteered to go out to scavenge the cities with a small group. I had wondered away from the others, I wanted to see my old apartment and try and scavenge what I could from it- at least pick up a few of my old toys for the kids back home, I knew they could use that cheering up.

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If apathy was a person, Dr. Gero once said, her skin would be pale from lack of sun and her limbs would seem to thin and long for her torso. Her hair would be as pale gold as wheat overdue for harvest, swaying in the wind and eyes of a clouded sky on a summer day. Her voice would be of a viola, slow and even with the hint of more emotion under a stone facade of uninterest. If apathy was a person, I would be her. Through all his constant monologuing, that was the few things I remember. Apathy, yes I am apathy. Nothing is as interesting anymore, if things were different would I still be apathetic? Possibly, what could be stronger than my brother and I?

Flying over this broken cityscape brings more waves of disinterest, constant boredom that gnaws like an insistent rat at the back of my mind. It burrows itself in my bones and tightens my muscles to the point I feel I may explode if I don’t find something to do. My eyes scan below me, surely scavenge teams have been sent out? Surely, one human will be foolish to walk out in the open. I close my eyes, crossing my arms and weaving around buildings in frustrating ease that spoke volumes for the monotony of my current life. However, I jerk to a halt. A noise, soft and near blending into the rain that mops my hair. Feet, running. My eyes scan the area now on full alert and spot the retreating form of someone running into a building. A smirk dances onto my lips and I fly higher into the sky, knowing the building had a hole on one side of the roof. As I approach the roof I can hear it chuckle, a deep sound. A male. I descend at a quicker pace, peeking inside to get a feel of the situation before chuckling myself.

A lone guy soaked to the bone and thinking he was safe. How...pathetic. Truly, apathy did not feel like this. I landed silently, his back still turned to me. Surely, he had heard me or was he so enraptured with his escape from the rain that he was truly oblivious. I stand behind him, a sudden wave of giddy anticipation for what I could do this human thumping through my body from head to toes. He was none the wiser to my presence just behind him. I could blast a hole through his back, strangle him from behind or if I don’t mind getting dirty, I could rip his intestines out as he slowly bleeds to death and watch as the life leaves his eyes. However, we are both startled as he turns abruptly and he screams, throwing himself back against a wall. For my part, my eyes only widen a margin before I am closing in on him.

My hand snaps up and my fingers wrap around his neck, feeling his quickened pulse against my palm. His own hands fly up to grip my wrist and he struggles to breathe. He gasps, eyes glassing over and mouth gaping like a fish. His hair is tousled and wet, clinging to his forehead and his eyes look frantically at my face and at the things behind me. He begs, only barely with my crushing grasp. My head tilts, my own eyes flickering around his face and body. For a human, he was attractive I could suppose. More of an endearing cuteness added to the fact of how weak he was, it was like seeing a puppy. Your instinct to kill it diminished when it gave you pleading eyes and soft, high pitched whines. My hand unlocks from around his reddened throat and he drops to the floor. His hands now feeling around his throat as he coughs and sputters, trying to scoot further back into the wall and appear as none threatening as possible.

I rest my hands on my hips, thinking. If I killed him now, it would be boring again. I’d fall right back into the rut I was in before with nothing to do. However, if I kept him around I could have endless amount of fun. I could make him do useless chores, do tricks like a dog. 17 wouldn’t be happy at first, but he did say I could have anything I wanted and perhaps, at least for the time being, I could keep him on a leash. If he got boring I could torture the location of the other humans out of him and get a new toy. What to do now, though? He seems submissive enough but what would really drive home the fact he is laughably weak compared to me?

A smirk slowly drew up my lips and my pearly white teeth exposed themselves. I knelt before him, grinning like a shark as I slowly undid my belt. If it worked in the animal kingdom, surely it would work for this. He was just a dog now. I stared in down as he watched in abject horror as I grasped my belt in hand. “Your hands. Put them out in front of you.” I practically purr out, I couldn’t have him thinking he could try to get away and if his hands were bound he wouldn’t be able to stop me. He doesn’t listen at first, stares blankly at me before I snap the belt. That jolts him into action and he presents his hands as if he were expecting to get handcuffs. I chuckle, “Used to being bound, are we?” I cooe before quickly binding his hands together with my belt. I then stand, stepping on the extra belt and effectively pinning his hands to the ground between his legs.

I turn my body, my foot that stands on the belt simply twisting with me instead of picking it up. I could hear him swallow and it causes a chuckle to work its way out of me. I then grab a fistful of his hair, using it as an anchor. “You’re pathetic, a dog. A lowly mutt that serves no purpose but for my entertainment.” I then lean back, pressing my ass to his face. He struggles but I keep his arms and head still as I grind.

“Do you understand? You belong to me now. I am your master, your Alpha and you are nothing but an omega who lives to serve me until the day I decide you are useless.” My voice is chipper, giddy at the end and I laugh. My eyes sparkle with a level of pure delight, not even killing can accomplish these days.

He whimpers like a dog, body going limp and I can feel him nod, agreeing to whatever I say. I pull away, he gasps for breath that I had stolen from him for a second time. I step away, throwing him to the ground and he lands on his side. His eyes are red and puffy, wetness now from crying running down his cheeks. His face is a deep red from my action and he shivers from a combination of cold, fear and pure humiliation. My head tilts up, looking down at him from my nose and my hands go back to my hips.

I may be the personification of Apathy, but that does not mean I can’t take an interest in something.