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I have to write progress reports for just south of 100 students but all I wanna do is write 😭

I just love them like whaaaatttt... I can't even believe myself.

by okaysuper

The Same on Any World

Chapter 16: Too Cute to Yell at

Clive takes a shower and thinks about some things. He realizes he may have may have made an error in judgment.

some spoilers to erha's ending, be carefull

Fandom Etiquette

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

if you appreciate it, don’t repost it. Reblog the artist’s post instead of making one of your own. Let them see all of the excited tags in the reblogs and replies or commentary that people add on. If you come across something on a google image search, try to trace it back to the owner. If someone tells you who the artist is, credit them - but also try to find and reblog their original post.

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are great, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. If you want the author to write more things like that, let them know - even if you can’t comment! 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 

actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 

Yep! I’m hoping to finish it sometime soon. I like the idea of Spencer coming into the gas station and (very forcibly) making Jack to take care of himself.

I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)

Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:

The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.

An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.

Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…

He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.

Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.

The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.

After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.

“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”

“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.

“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.

A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.

Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.

“What?”

Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.

“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.

“No thank you.”

“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.

“I’m allergic to poison.”

Jason is essentially his entire team’s platonic service sub.

No, for real. I cannot envision that man as straight. It just doesn’t fit.

And yeah. Clive is just going to go around leaving a trail of broken hearts (including mine)

Jason: You should get a wife

Clive: Well if I ever find a SPOUSE…

Jason: Remember when you were into Farrah?

Clive: … What?

Jason: Haven’t you ever… taken a tumble in the sheets?

Clive: No.

Jason: Damn, those tattoos must help with the ladies.

Clive: … no but the cute turtle people want to feed on the other hand

Belinda: liar. You shoo away all the ladies

Jason, a man notorious for feeding people and creatures alike: Wow, what a ladies’s man

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Clive, internally: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUU