I’ve gotten in the habit of adding a tag that says “inspiration for” before I tag something with a fic name of mine. This is because I’ve gotten paranoid since an instance a couple years ago when the author of a fic some fan art was made for came after me for tagging it with my fic name.

For the record, since it bears repeating after awhile, my blog is for me. I’m a scrupulous tagger in part because I’m an obsessive archivist and hate the idea of losing track of a post. But the tags are MY folder system, not a declaration for my followers except insofar as it helps them blacklist. It’s for me. I routinely go back through tags like “Kidnapping au” when I get stuck in the story because the tag is basically my inspiration scrapbook and it helps me get in the mood to write or reminds me of images/moods I want to incorporate in the story. It is never a claim that the art or gifset or whatever was made for my story. If that were the case I would tag it “Kidnapping au fanart” for example.

The author wasn’t necessarily in the wrong to alert me of their concerns that I was somehow erasing the fact the art was made for their story. I apologized for the confusion and re-established the tag saying the image reminded me of a scene in my story but was created for a different fic. Since then I’ve been pretty scrupulous to clarify if something is an inspiration to me for my work, rather than that it was created for that work.

The more you know~~~

post-coital first time newmann, newt wakes up to find hermann re-reading the letters for the first time, holding them to his chest when he’s not scanning the page suspiciously bright-eyed, ‘cos he didn’t really believe that poetry and promises, at least, are lies, not ever

hermannsthumb:

i was going into a sad spiral last night and this message just made me SO emotional so im gonna write it if youre cool…..


Newt’s warm, when he wakes up, which is not unwelcome, just…unexpected. Usually, he’s freezing no matter how many blankets he has piled up. Usually, he’s alone. Usually, he’s not in Hermann’s bed (because he is in Hermann’s bed, he remembers), and usually, he’s not curled with his back to Hermann’s side, and usually, he hasn’t just had amazing, incredible sex with Hermann that was so amazing and incredible he maybe cried a little bit because it was just so right, but it’s okay because Hermann was definitely crying too.

He’s all ready to be flirty about it–prop himself up with a hey, handsome, maybe, grope one of Hermann’s sexy strong biceps or kiss him awake or maybe drop a round two, hot stuff?, but Hermann’s already awake when Newt rolls onto his side to face him. And busy. He’s still shirtless (Hermann’s skinny and bony and hot, whole lot of perfect skin for Newt to mark up as he pleases, and he did please, so he marked it up plenty) and he’s got this amazing bedhead, but he’s also got his dorky little glasses perched on the end of his nose and he’s reading over something.

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kotilae:

claroquequiza:

Maybe I’m an old man but goddamn, these vampires with blood dripping down their chins–that’s your food!! THAT’S YOUR FOOD!! Close!! Your!! Mouth!! You think some asshole slobbering chicken noodle soup or yogurt or clam chowder all down themselves would be sexy??? What makes you any different, you sticky-stained slackjawed screwball??? Close your mouth!! Use a napkin!! And for godssakes stop looking so smug, like, “Oooo, I’m a creature of the night look at what sustains me” yeah uh huh a fucking lack of basic hygiene is what I’m seeing and it is not impressive!! At all!! My nephews are three years old and they drool less than you do!! You’re how many centuries old?!?! ACT LIKE IT

idonotbitemythumbatyou:

avelera:

No one in the first Pacific Rim movie has a cell phone even though it’s 2025 and I think we as a fandom need to acknowledge how different the film would be if they did.

WHY DIDNT THEY JUST CALL TO SAY THE PLAN WOULDNT WORK??? WHY DID THEY HAVE TO GET AIRLIFTED TO THE SHATTERDOME???

BECAUSE IT’S COOLER LOOKING, AND GDT WILL LIVE AND DIE BY THE RULE OF COOL. EVERYTHING MUST OBEY THE RULE OF COOL.