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lordgolden

oh god I got a picture of the moon you tumblr bitches are gonna LOVE

lordgolden

LOOK AT HER!!!! CRESCENT MOON DURING A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET!!!! SHE’S BISEXUAL!!!!!!

colourpickedpride

The Bisexual and Transgender pride flags colour picked from literally the most beautiful image of the moon ever

animentality

butch--dan

once these 15 million different stressful situations resolve themselves I’m gonna be so normal again. I can be normal and not exhausted

striving-artist

something I think we all know about fanfic, but don’t talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I don’t always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, y’all. Sometimes I don’t even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, I’m ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, we’re never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldn’t, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You don’t need to create a six course meal if you don’t want to. You don’t have to make something complex and homemade if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. It’s okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.

thou-breath-of-autumns-being

I don’t know why being fast food would be considered insulting!

A few years ago, I read an essay by a romance writer who openly admitted that her books were trashy, formulaic, and not Great Art. But what she said is that she gets fan letters all the time. From women with six kids whose only time for themselves is reading her books. From women in abusive relationships who read her books to give them hope that loving relationships exist. From women with depression who manage to eke out some pleasure reading her books. From women whose lives are awful and who read her books to give them the strength to live another day.

And– she points out– the writers of Great Art have many virtues, but they do not generally get fan letters from people whose lives are miserable and who seek out comfort and joy from the books. Because most of the time when our lives are awful, we don’t seek out Great Art. We seek out, well, literary fast food. We seek out emotionally manipulative hurt/comfort or fluffy coffeeshop AUs or Mutual Pining where there is Only One Bed.

Be proud of your work! Be proud of making literary fast food. Try to make the best damn literary fast food you can. Because somewhere out there– you might not know who, you might not know when– there might be someone who has just finished their last final, or who got fired from their job, or who is up all night with a newborn, and your fast food fanfic made their lives better. And that is no small thing.

#writing

surprisinglynotsuicidal

"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have

thorns-in-daisy-fields-deactiva

I went from someone always scolding and criticizing the way I loved, constantly making me feel like the way I loved was burdening, to someone who tells me that the way I love makes them feel like they're the center of the universe. Here's a sign that maybe you don't need to change. Maybe you just need someone who actually loves you

#thanks op i needed this #im never “loving” enough for them no matter what i do #and I'm so tired of being confused and frustrated just because i don't do love their way

lesbospirk

🌟On the observation deck 🌟

#them

porcupine-girl

Y’know, I’ve never once been harassed for wearing a mask in public. And I don’t live in some liberal utopia where most people are still masking - I live in a purple-leaning-red suburb in a red-leaning state where I’m often the only person wearing a mask in whatever building I’m in. But nobody even looks at me funny. I certainly believe people who have been harassed, but I wonder how widespread it actually is. So here is a poll:

Have you ever been harassed for wearing a mask in public?

I still wear a mask and have never been harassed

I don’t usually wear a mask anymore but was not harassed when I did

I haven’t been harassed but have gotten funny looks

I have been actively harassed for wearing a mask in public

Other/see results

Voting ended onSep 19, 2023

If you want, put your answer and country/state in the tags.

#when i was in SC i got a lot of “i cant hear you with that mask on” and “you dont need to be wearing that” while i was at work #which isnt necessarily harassment #but i definitely felt the distain #especially since i was required to mask at work at the time #now im in NY so most people don't really care either way

growinguparo

Reposting this here (with permission from the creator) because this is one of the best definitions of QPRs that I’ve seen!

valtzwrites-deactivated20241011

for an aro person, I fantasize a lot about intimacy. but not in a romantic context like smoochy ooky pooky boo-boo...hell no.

intimacy as in being completely emotionally open to/with someone, being so comfortable with them that you just feel safe and warm. I want to have that type of closeness with someone without having to feel guilty that I won't be able to give them romantic love.

it can be something so very deep within my core, but it's just...not romantic. is that so bad?