Anonymous asked: Marco and the Terrible, Horrible. No Good, Very Bad Haircut™

Okay, I recommend the absolute hell out of Morph Club Cast, an Animorphs reread podcast, and in the episode for Book 10 I think they count a total of six mentions of Marco’s new haircut?  Eight?  Not sure.  A lot.

So basically… all puppers are Chee’s right?

…so…at some point all puppers were part Pemalite but also evolution exists and maybe not anymore but on the other hand the puppers respond intelligently to the Pemalite crystal but…only sort of?  Maybe?  But yes.

I realize that I just gave every answer possible to that question, but also.  Just roll with it.

I… don’t know how to feel about the Chee book. Just. Huh. Huh.

Same?  Same tbh?  It’s a weird book?  Like, Marco has some Bad Times, but ultimately it doesn’t seem to click as well as, say, the previous book, in which Cassie had Bad Times and the day was saved by bureaucracy and skunks?  Also, you just reminded me that I should post my recap of this book so that I can vent my Potentially Controversial Opinions about the Chee.  Look forward to that being the next thing in the queue.

(preview: WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK PLEASE HELP THESE SIX TRAUMATIZED TEENAGERS INSTEAD OF JUST BEING PROBLEM GENERATORS)

Anonymous asked: JFC TOM!!!! MY BOY!!!! HE DIDN"T THEM TOUCJHING JAKEEEE!

LISTEN I WILL CRY WITH YOU FOREVER ABOUT TOM AND HOW MUCH THE ONLY THING HE WANTS ANYMORE IS FOR THE YEERKS TO LEAVE HIS LITTLE BROTHER ALONE, THAT’S ALL HE WANTS, GOD, I’M GOING TO CRY.

Book 6 was so good! I loved that Yeerk perspective! Tom THO!!!

T O M T H O

words-writ-in-starlight asked: For the fic thing: "men died for you (i bet you liked it)" for Borgias. Fuck me the fuck up.

wildehacked:

Ao3 Summary: “Him,” Lucrezia says softly, and nods her head at the man across the room. Tomorrow he’ll be dead, she thinks, and masks her shiver with a bright smile. 

Actual Summary: AU where Micheletto isn’t hired to kill Cesare at that banquet. Instead, he’s hired to kill Lucrezia after her marriage to Giovanni Sforza, and winds up swearing fealty to her instead.

This fic features:
-Lucrezia attempting to poison Lord Sforza’s wine, which is how she stumbles across Micheletto attempting to poison her wine, which is how she ends up shoved against a stone wall with a dagger at her throat, Cesare’s lessons in self-defense meaning she has a knife pressed to the big vein in Micheletto’s thigh. “God, you’re fast,” she says, with the same false laugh she gives the French king in canon, the one that’s charming and sweet and full of bravado and masking utter terror. “I don’t think even my brother has someone as fast as you.” 
-Lucrezia in her nightgown with her gold hair falling all around her, knees tucked up to her chest, sitting on the edge of her bed, with Micheletto on the floor. Covered in blood. Having a quiet conversation about Saint Paul and marriage and the evils of being compelled to marry where the heart and flesh are unwilling. 
-Lucrezia doesn’t hook up with Paolo. She doesn’t know he exists. Lord Sforza is dead in the ground, and Pesaro is hers. 
-There is no baby. 
-Lucrezia doesn’t allow Cesare to poach her assassin. 
-Cesare is deeply, deeply suspicious of the assassin his little sister brought home from Pesaro. Micheletto falls in lust with him more or less at first sight, but his loyalty is already given. 
-Lucrezia realizes Micheletto is in love with Cesare before he does, although obviously he’s aware of the lust. 
-Micheletto realizes Lucrezia lusts after Cesare before she does, although obviously she’s aware of the love. 
-Lucrezia is deeply impressed by watching Micheletto garotte a watermelon
-Cesare is deeply distressed and deeply turned on by watching Micheletto garotte a watermelon and then watching Lucrezia stick her pink thumb into the meat of the severed fruit and lick off the juice.

EXACTLY everything I could have wanted

Anonymous asked: *sends encouraging music* pls dont die

Anonymous said:

drink water and dont die pls

Anonymous said:

hello i hope you’re eating and drinking and sleeping in all the required amounts. dont die.

Anonymous said:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MAKE SURE YOU EAT HAVE YOU EATEN GO EAT SOMETHING (DRINK WATER) (BE SAFE AND DONT DIE) YOU CAN DO IT

Anonymous said:

DO THE WORK YOU CAN DO IT *CHEERS YOU ON AGGRESSIVELY, BUT IN A GENTLE FASHION* (THERE IS NO NEED TO REPLY TO THIS)

I don’t know if these were all the same person checking in once a week or what but y’all have really been keeping my going through the last push on my thesis and I’m going to go through my inbox and actually clear out all of these messages because they’re sweet as hell.

lathori asked: Star Wars Camelot AU Fucking Go <3 Your Wife

  • CLEARLY Finn is King of Camelot, destined ruler of all Albion, hero-king snatched from a training center designed to churn out devoted soldiers for a dangerous faction rising in the wake of the previous wicked king’s demise (Palpatine, obvs)
  • Rey is his queen and court enchanter, and Finn met her after being separated from his guardsan attack by bandits—she whomped him good with a staff and threw him into a lake with magic.  Naturally, he brought her back to his citadel and was like “This is our new court enchanter, she used to be a feral mountain child” and within a few months everyone went “Hey Finn what if you got married” and he went “Sounds great, meet your new queen!”  And everyone was EITHER really delighted OR completely horrified.  They’re a kickass couple and Rey is really good with seeing possible lines of influence and Finn is actually a killer diplomat and basically they rock.
  • With the help of their Most Loyal and Trusted Knight, who would DIE for his king, especially since Finn swooped in and saved him when his quest went horribly awry in the process of booking it from the First Order.  Obviously this is the adopted son of the Lady of the Lake, Sir Poe Dameron (du Lac)…  
  • You see where I’m going with this.

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Anonymous asked: please, what is "gaslighting"?

Okay, this is a good question, I’m going to try to be clear.

So, gaslighting is fundamentally a method of psychological abuse intended to make the victim question their own sanity.  The word’s been in use for about a century, common since about the 60′s, originating with a 1938 stage play called Gas Light featuring a woman whose husband would manipulate small parts of their environment (notably the gas lights in their house) and then insist to her and to everyone else that she was remembering incorrectly, mistaken, or outright delusional.  Gaslighting basically means telling someone with absolute confidence that you’re right and their memory is flawed, and you’d be surprised how damaging it can be to a person.  It’s a terrifying experience, to believe you can’t trust your own mind, and it makes an abuse victim a much easier target.  It’s considered something of a hallmark of psychological abuse–so much so that it’s used in brainwashing techniques.

For example:

Sue* invites Jane over to her house for a playdate.  Let’s assume they’re ten or so–old enough to ‘know better.’  Jane brings a doll, and Sue likes the doll very much.  At the end of the playdate, Jane goes to pick up her doll and take it home, and Sue starts crying and won’t let go of Jane’s doll.  

“This is my doll, I want it back,” says Jane.

“This is MY doll and you’re lying!” Sue shouts.  “You’re trying to steal it from me!”

“No, I’m not,” Jane says, “I brought this doll here in the first place.”  She’s confused, because she knows the doll is hers, but Sue is her friend and, normally, Jane would trust her word.

Sue insists that the doll is hers, and starts screaming for her mother.  Sue’s mother shows up and wants to know what’s wrong.

“Jane’s trying to steal my doll!” Sue cries.  

Sue’s mother looks at the doll and knows that Sue doesn’t own it, she remembers seeing Jane bring the doll over, but she says, “Jane, give Sue her doll back and stop lying.”

“I’m not lying!” Jane says, starting to cry.  She remembers bringing the doll over, she remembers getting it for Christmas, she remembers all this, but…Sue and Sue’s mother seem awfully sure.  And Sue’s mother is a grown-up.  “It’s my doll!”

Sue’s mother reaches down and picks up the doll and looks at it.  “I remember buying this for Sue,” the mother says, looking disappointed down at Jane.  “I can’t believe you would lie about something like this.”

“I’m not lying,” Jane insists, crying harder.

“Then you’re imagining it,” Sue’s mother says, handing the doll back to Sue.  “Don’t be such a baby, stop crying.  And get your imagination under control.”

Sue, doll in hand, immediately stops crying.  She smiles at Jane, and says, “Or maybe you’re just crazy.”

Names/toy in question have been changed

Or, alternatively:

Yam-In-Chief: My inauguration was yuuuge, biggest inauguration in history.

Media: Um?  No?  No it wasn’t?

Yam-In-Chief: Yes it was!

Media: It literally wasn’t, we can prove it, look, we have photographic evidence and statistics.

Yam-In-Chief: You’re fake news!  You’re lying to the American public!

Media: ??????????

So, on the subject of resisting gaslighting: trust yourself.  If you believe you can’t, if for example you suffer hallucinatory experiences that make you uncertain, find someone whose report of the past you do trust.  Or, barring that, write it down somewhere you can keep safe and look at it if you feel like you’re being lied to.

Hope this was helpful, sweetheart!