Howdy! I’m Fox, an autistic man born in 1999!
I do selfship, and you will see posts about it on here, because fuck it, I’m a grown ass man with grown ass fictional crushes, and that will be my problem (and yours if you view my blog).
Here’s some links for you!
The Disked Horse (personal discourse people keep getting dragged into for some reason)
Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid.
FANFICTION IS A HOME-COOKED MEAL
WOW. BRO.THAT’S.
Peach agrees to meet Bowser to actually negotiate a wedding.
Bowser shows up decked in his best wedding suit and vibrating from excitement but frowns and gets flustered at the sight of Mario and Luigi flanking Peach.
Peach : "The thing is, when I said before that I could not marry you, the issue was not only with you."
Luigi, between his teeth : "Yeesh, brutal."
Peach : "You see, despite my feelings for you, I can't just marry you because I wasn't alone when you proposed to me."
Bowser : *glares at Mario as he sees where this is going*
Peach : "So if you want to marry me, it can't only be me. You'll have to accept the-"
Bowser : "Fine, fine, I'll take the-"
"Three-"
"Two of you-WAIT what do you mean THREE ??!"
Peach and Mario point wordlessly at Luigi who does an awkward little wave. And despite the friendly smiles of the two others, Bowser gets suddenly hit by the awareness that if he says the wrong thing here and now, he won't have a shell tough enough to survive whatever happens in reaction.
So he accepts the offer. He feels like he's being scammed, because while he finally got Peach, he can tolerate Mario at best and what would he want with the Green Mario ?
Skipping to the wedding night (after the strangest wedding day ever witnessed in both Mushroom and Koopa Kingdom):
Bowser, laying on his bed, blushing, breathless and surrounded by three warm and sleepy humans : "Oh. Okay, I can get used to it after all."
somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
We are adopting this.
I honestly like this so much better. No shade... use the word you want, but the idea of “treats” always kind of fell in the same column as “guilty pleasures” for me as if you’re bad for enjoying them or don’t deserve them.
But for morale? That shit is on the books, friend. You plan to give yourself something nice. It’s in your rations because you deserve it -and- you need it. It’ll help you keep going.
Love it. Keeping that one.
Stormcatcher: I banished my ancient children for a crime FAR WORSE than any of you can imagine...
Flamecaller: Genocide?
Icewarden: Cultural annihilation?
Tidelord: [muffled bubbling from the deepest fathoms of the ocean]
Arcanist: The destruction of untold masses of ancient history?
Plaguebringer: Suppression of a dangerous power to hold the frail bonds of armistice between ancient rivals?
Shadowbinder: The necessity to become reclusive for one's own safety and withdraw until an era where acceptance between our Flights is more commonplace?
Stormcatcher: Unionizing.
Who wants to see my cat totally brave and not at all scared at the vet
Excellent. Here she is, being super brave:
i go to a gay bar and notice the furry convention's in town. i see a fine lookin bear remove his fursuit, revealing that underneath, he's also a fine lookin bear. I raise my eyebrows and say "woof" and all the cat furries immediately hiss and scatter
The Princess Bride (1987) dir Rob Reiner