So You Might Have Seen This Image Going Around The Internet.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Musketeers (2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu/Milady Clarick de Winter, Aramis & Athos & Porthos, Athos | Comte de la Fère/Milady Clarick de Winter Characters: Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu, Milady Clarick de Winter, de Tréville (Jean-Armand du Peyrer), Athos, Aramis, Porthos Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Politics, Established Relationship, Treville is director of the secret service, Armand and Treville are frenemies, Milady and Athos weren't married, Past Relationship(s) Series: Part 2 of Mr. & Mrs. Richelieu- Washington Elite Summary:

The Richelieus are targets of assassination threats.

Listening to the Amber Heard tape disgusts me. She sounds just like my emotionally abusive sister. My sister has said crap like this for years. It took so long for me to save myself, and I hadn’t really begun to heal until about 7 months ago when I finally cut her out of my life for good. I hope both Amber Heard and my sister get the help they need, but their actions are indefensible. Stop blaming the victims, no one deserves what he or I went through.

Last night I was hanging out with some people and the fact that ao3 won a Hugo came up and there was a mild sense of eye-rolling. No one said anything outright, and one person said they had “softened on fanfiction” lately, so all I said was “I’m very proud of my fanfiction archive and our Hugo award, thank you very much” and the conversation moved on. But in that moment, it occurred to me just how goddamn passionate I am about fanfiction. I felt myself rallying my arguments, girding my loins, ready to go into battle for fanfiction. Because, look, not everyone who paints wants to sell their paintings. Some people just want to paint along with Bob Ross or splatter something abstract on a canvass just to express their creative urges, to *make something.* Not everyone who starts a garage band is going to be the next Jimi Hendrix. The most “success” they may have is playing their cousin’s wedding for the price of free food, but they can still find fulfillment in wailing on their guitars or whatever it is the kids play these days (melodica?), having fun together and *creating something.* It’s not about success and fame and fortune. It’s about community and creativity. But, look, writing is a lonely hobby. You might be lucky enough to find a writing group that is healthy and stable, bit you know how many of those I have seen in two decades of hobby writing? One. Singular. One. And the people weren’t my types. I didn’t have much in common with them. But in fandom, hoo boy. You already have something in common with these people, you like the same dumb show and the same two idiots falling in love over and over. So it gives you a starting point. A built-in audience. And yeah, it can be hard to find a toehold, especially in a big fandom like destiel, but there is always *somebody* who will read your work. That’s not always true of original fiction. It’s a much harder sell.

People have been telling stories about their favorite characters since the dawn of civilization. Why do you think we have such a plethora of tales about the Greek gods and heros? These were our campfire tales. Before literacy, before the printing press, *everybody* was a storyteller. It’s about connection and expression.

There’s this toxic idea that if we’re good at something, we should try to make money off it. I don’t want to make money off my writing. I don’t want that kind of pressure on it. Writing is my joy and my escape from this capitalist rat wheel, and if I can do it for a group of wonderful friends who share in that joy, then by gods I’m going to.

Long live Ao3. Long live fanfiction.

How irresponsible of you Jupiter

No matter what a post on tumblr tries to tell you, your moral and ethical stances will never be determined by what you reblog and what you scroll past. Don’t let manipulation tactics force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.

So, I’ve been pulled over a few times in my life. Not many, but a few. And I’ve also been in a couple of cars that got pulled over. And let me tell you, if you were actually doing something wrong, the officer doesn’t make any small talk, just straight into “I clocked you doing 70 in a 55.” The only time I’ve ever gotten the “do you know why I pulled you over?” was the time when I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and I got let go even though he insisted to the end that I was doing 87 in a 70 (white privilege at work).

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” is a trap. It means there’s a good chance the officer doesn’t actually have a good reason to ticket you, and is trying to get you to waive your 5th Amendment rights and incriminate yourself. If you make a guess, that’s a confession of guilt.

But there’s another trap, that I’ve heard of but haven’t yet experienced. It’s “do you know how fast you were going?” With that one, they’re hoping you’ll say no, because then they can name whatever speed they want – you just said you didn’t know how fast you were going, if you deny the speed they name then you’re lying to them.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Clue | Cluedo - All Media Types, Clue (1985) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Professor Plum/Miss Scarlet Characters: Professor Plum (Clue), Miss Scarlet (Clue) Additional Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Falling In Love, Love/Hate Summary:

Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet avoided prison by getting married thus being safe from testifying against one another. They also hired amazing lawyers that made it appear that only the other suspects were guilty. Now, they're stuck with the other. Could theirs eventually be a happy marriage?

Sometimes you ship villains because you like their dynamic. Other times, you ship villains because you like the "power couple" trope, or because their aesthetics complement each other, or maybe because even the nastiest scumbags of this world deserve to be loved.

But sometimes, sometimes you ship villains for the sweet, sadistic joy of taking a horrible bastard without a single redeeming quality in sight, ripping his chest open with your bare hands, grabbing his shrivelled up husk of a heart, and forcing it to feel.

Listen, listen, here’s a thing… you don’t have to have ADHD in order to use ADHD life hacks if they will make your life easier. Executive Dysfunction, regarless of cause, is a mother fucker that will ruin your life and make you utterly miserable, so if something helps? Good! I am so glad for you! Please do the thing! Life is hard enough as it is without giving ourselves extra invisible hurdles to jump.

So if you’re struggling? Please allow yourself to be kind to yourself. You deserve it, no matter what society may have conditioned you to think. You are allowed to not always be struggling. You are allowed to rest, and make things in your life easier. It’s not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of self care and adaptivbility, and those things are to always be commended.