I always find it incredibly ironic that act 2 (S2) starts with ambessa looking for 1) jinx and 2) someone who can crack hextech, because jinx has, quite literally, already done that. she figured out how to stabilize hextech based off second-hand lab notes and her own ratchety equipment. dare I say it was almost easy for her! jinx’s biggest hurdle was facing her own demons about the whole thing, but after her little baptism she figured it out like it was a mildly amusing math problem. and ambessa had no fucking clue about any of it.
like ambessa was doing her part in helping caitlyn find jinx, I’m sure, but if she knew that jinx also had the ability to weaponize hextech? she would’ve had her forces tearing down the undercity to find her.
BTW i see these posts all the time like “ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics..” and every response is “keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3” and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
Summary:There are letters addressed to her. Dozens, all written in Caitlyn’s elegant script and dark blue ink.
And Vi can’t help herself. She gathers them up and starts to read.
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Vi discovers the letters Caitlyn wrote to her during their time apart.
Words: 5.7k
Rating: T
Notes: Hello this was basically just an excuse for me to get my thoughts oriented on what Caitlyn’s mindset must have been like during her dictator era, and then it turned into a bit of a hurt/comfort monster. Enjoy!
“Cait?”
Vi pokes her head into the office, looking to see if Caitlyn was working at her desk. The lights are off and the computer dark, but Vi shrugs and steps into the room to get a closer look anyway. The fancy back of the desk chair was high and wide enough to hide Caitlyn completely, thanks to her slender frame and the fact that, like, ninety percent of her height came from her legs (which, Vi wasn’t about to complain about at all), and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d fallen asleep reading through files.
She crosses the room and peeks around the side of the chair, then huffs when she finds it empty. Most of the time when she couldn’t find Caitlyn, she could find her here, working until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Or she’d find her in their bedroom, but Vi had already checked there, too. Maybe she should check the kitchen? Did Caitlyn even know how to cook?
As Vi turns to leave, her elbow bumps against a box perched precariously on a filing cabinet by the desk, sending it crashing to the floor, lid popping off and papers flying everywhere.
“Shit,” Vi mumbles, immediately crouching down to gather the papers up. She has no idea if they were arranged in any specific order. Knowing Caitlyn, they probably were, but Vi tries not to think about that.
She’s rifling through pages, flipping them around so they’re all oriented the same way, when something written at the top of one catches her eye, making her freeze.
Hey, I wanna talk about how we do fandom! I’ve come to realize that I, personally, tend to differ from many others in that I highly prefer to only engage with a text as it’s written, so I don’t tend to really like fanon/extremely ooc characterizations and I find it hard to get invested in ships that aren’t canon. My way of doing fandom isn’t better or worse than anyone else’s, but I am curious about how much of a minority I’m in! So:
What’s the highest degree of separation from canon that you, personally*, can tolerate to find a ship compelling?
*We’ve all seen ships of characters not from the same media and stuff like shipping the concept of ennui with the color blue, okay, I’m asking what you, personally, find compelling!
i am pleading with the english gods and i am asking them to make my brain understand how to write in past tense for things set in the present. i am begging the gods to make my brain so huge and so wrinkly so that i may possess this power
Summary: Beca hates discussion posts, and online classes, and school in general, but this cute girl who keeps commenting on her posts seems pretty alright.
In which Beca and Chloe flirt over discussion posts.
Words: 5,098
Rating: G
Notes: This is in honor of all the online classes I’ve taken lately, and the fact that I am actively procrastinating doing a discussion post as I post this story.
Hello, I’m Beca Mitchell. I’m from Seattle, I’m a freshman, and don’t have a major… yet. I want to move to LA to produce music someday, so most of my time is spent either listening, arranging, or remixing music. One interesting fact about me is that I speak a little bit of German.
Beca reads and rereads her answer, scanning for any typos and double checking that she’s addressed every question on the prompt. She spends a minute rewording one sentence before deciding she doesn’t care enough to make it perfect and hits the “submit” button. Her response appears at the bottom of the discussion post, the most recent addition to the rest of her classmates’ own introductions about themselves.
She hated online classes.
Granted, Beca hated in person classes, too. Arguably more, in most cases. At least with online classes she didn’t actually have to attend any boring lectures or worry about sleep said lectures. Online was at her own pace, from the comfort of her own bed.
That being said, online classes sucked majorly.
In her (admittedly limited) experience, most online classes had more work to do than in-person ones. More readings, more quizzes, and more discussion posts.