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@androgynousbirdfun
Still alive.
I realized that leaving a post saying there was a cult next door and then disappearing for 18 months might imply something bad happened to me.
And something bad did happen, but probably not what you’re thinking.
I’ll tell the story when I’m ready, but give me some time.
I’m pretty sure a cult moved into the house next door.
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I only got back to Tumblr recently and went to see if there were updates to AoaR, but saw it had been taken down. I’m sorry somebody got hurt because of that. It sucks when somebody else’s feelings get in the way of your creativity. SLL is awesome, but AoaR was super relateable.
We all only have two exes: the Good one and the Bad one. Most actual boyfriends aren’t one or the other, they’re a mixture of the two. When we talk about “my ex”, we always betray which one we’re talking about. It doesn’t matter if the amorphous blob we’re describing is actually four or five different people. In our memory, they combine into one tribesmen-now-other, or the one who was too good for me. It isn’t healthy. The one that got away never existed, because that guy was the best part of a dozen men.
So that wasn't fun.
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I’m really glad you’re starting to feel better. I’m also a little jealous that your depressive fits are so productive. When I’m down I can’t even bring myself to read Tumblr, let alone post. I’m not saying to minimize it, and the grass is always greener, cliche, cliche, cliche, but I wouldve been super proud if I got all that done in a week.
Me: I like men.
Also Me: Men are problematic and bad and aggressive and kinda a big issue and possibly the source of all problems in our society.
Also Also Me: I feel uncomfortable about liking problematic things, and like I should try to stop liking them.
Also Also Also Me: But toys and not-men really don't do it for me...
(six months later)
Me: ...and that is how I became ethically Ace.
The current usage of “a few bad apples” bothers me.
A few bad apples spoil the barrel. If you put a rotting apple in with three dozen good ones, every adjacent apple will be rotting within days. “A few bad apples” does NOT mean “we have a good barrel but, oh well, sometimes bad things happen.” “A few bad apples” means “Our entire organism is rotting from the inside out, triggered by the actions of a few and perpetuated by the natural processing of the whole.” When you say “we had a few bad apples” your next words had BETTER be “we excised them, quickly and permanently, and checked the remaining ones to make sure they’re still good.”
This has been my rant, thank you.
It’s really scary how many people are willing to just accept heinous war crimes because they like the person committing them.
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words to live by
you can watch Season 2 of Anime Crimes Division here
I know this is kind of a movie trope to “tell her how you feel,” but seriously, guys, don’t make her do the emotional labor of rejecting you. If she wants you, she’ll tell you.
Happy motherfucking Independence Day.
I’ll elaborate later if there’s time.
Is this political commentary about election day, or marking the end of a bad relationship? Because either way I’m in!
I drafted a post about how my failed relationships have informed my writing.
It was passionate. It was wrenching. Not a dry eye in the house. It was basically stripping naked and doing a little dance.
It felt good to write, but really, this is one set of sausages whose making should stay discreetly hidden.
You’re one of the best writers in the SWTOR fanfic community, and you have been for a long time. Almost all of us have had bad relationships and breakups and harassment and worse, but you’ve managed to turn it into beautiful stories that encapsulate the best and worst flashes of a relationship in a few hundred words of scene. I’ve fallen in and out of love with Wynston a dozen times.
An awful lot of writers on Tumblr and AO3 use their painful pasts to justify extreme cynicism and darkness. You’ve acknowledge it without letting it dominate your work. I’m frankly jealous of what you’ve accomplished.
For better or worse, you’ve taken whatever pain you’ve gone through and morphed it into something wonderful. You found a path to synthesizing your pain and your happiness into characters that are challenged but never defeated. Your history is your own, but if you can make your draft into a post about how you did that, I think it might be something a lot of us would like to read.
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Been cloudy up here recently, too, and I’m feeling this. I cope with it by flirting with cute customers. Objectification cuts both ways when all I need in a quick validation for no reason.
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Greetings, my friends and followers! It’s your mun here with a little announcement.
So, I got laid off from my job recently, and while that technically means I have more time to devote to writing, drawing, and maintaining my various blogs, it also means that I no longer have a stable income. So I’ve got a Ko-Fi page setup for the time being as I try and figure out exactly what I’m going to do next. Ideally, I’d like to have a Patreon based around my writing, drawing, and other creative pursuits, but I’m kind of… working up towards that.
So in the meantime, if you have a couple bucks to spare and would like to support an artist, please feel free to throw a coffee or two at me, I live across the street from a Dunkin (God Bless America) it will literally be used to support my caffeine habit. Which will, of course, then be used to write more words and draw more things! Hooray!
Thanks in advance!
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I’ve seen a lot of posts like this from transmen. Like, hey, I get listened to at work a lot more, but I get silenced talking about gender issues. I feel like trans people are probably uniquely able to talk about trans issues, so maybe don’t silence them?
TFW you realize your main character’s love interest is actually your ex and you have to abandon the whole project because you can’t unsee it.
Graphite is was called Black Lead when it was first found in England.
People discovered it was not lead, but its real use was for writing.
So they renamed it Graphite.
Graph, from the Latin for something written or drawn. -ite, from the Latin for something made of rock.
Graphite is Writing Rock. The elemental mineral of writing.
MIND=BLOWN.
Hello, I’m back.
I am deciding how much I need to talk about the last month, but I think every (straight) woman knows my story from her own experience, so I’ll just give the tags.
He came back into my life. You know, the one you only realized you needed to escape after you had broken free, and realized how awful it was? Yeah, he came back.
And I didn’t fall back in love with him, or date him, or talk with him. He just harassed me, because he thought I owed him something, and I was good and held it together and was confidently shutting him down while he was in line of sight and falling to pieces the moment he was gone.
I can do that now. I can fake being the Girl Who Can Handle It.
Maybe that’s all there is.
