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@birb-on-fire
Tried a new style recently, inspired by my buddy @bokettochild and the lovely art she has shared with me recently for her fandoms. It's not the same as hers but I really like the style.
Thanks, Ketto, for showing me how you draw!! This is so much easier and more freeing than my normal style!!!
My linguist sister just referred to writing a book as 'booking' and it's probably the funniest thing that has happened to me this week XD
*Steph’s first few days as Robin*
Bruce: You weren’t terrible out there tonight.
Steph: *Saluting* Thank you sir.
Bruce: Don’t call me sir.
Steph: *Still saluting* Thank you ma'am.
This is the MOST in character steph post i’ve seen in ages.
NCIS quotes somehow fit the Batfam so well.
Since Danny’s partially dead, scavenger animals such as vultures, crows, and coyotes are attracted to him and will follow him everywhere. Also certain animals that are considered “witch familiars” in folklore like black cats are significantly more affectionate to Danny than anyone else. Danny’ll be walking to school or something and a black cat will jump out of an alley and immediately start rubbing against his legs and purring. There have been multiple times where Danny will be in the middle of talking to someone outside only for several crows to come out of nowhere and land on his shoulders acting like pets. And yes he gives all these animals head pats and scritches and it’s really cute.
and Dash ““““““insults”““““‘ him by calling him a disney princess, Danny takes this a complement
Wes: HE’S A GHOST I TELL YOU
Woke Kid in the Back: Nah man he’s a witch. Let him be magical and stop hatin
Heads up! There's a fic for this!!!!
Snow and Song
Someone who is 1) excellent at computer programming, 2) obsessed with Redwall, and 3) has way too much time on their hands needs to make a Redwall Accent Translator so I can enter normal English and get the right accent out of it cause man, I murder mole speech.
Don't we all?
I too would love this....
Heavy is the Head
(Or, ten years on, Susan grows her hair out again)
When Susan was seventeen, she bobbed her hair and Lucy bit her lip until it bled. At the time, Susan hadn’t understood it. She’d muttered something uncharitable about her sister’s childishness and gone about her day. Bobs were the fashion, and since when was Lucy opposed to short hair anyway?
Lucy was remembering another seventeen-year-old Susan with hair that fell to her waist. That Susan had been a queen. She hadn’t chided Lucy for caring about Narnia. The Susan who was seventeen in 1945 cut her hair short because it was stylish, and Lucy fought hard not to see it as one less thing tying her sister to the queen she had been.
When Susan was thirty-two, she began growing her hair long again. One of her girlfriends asked her about it and Susan replied, “I used to have it long, you know.”
This Susan had spent ten long years wending her way back to faith. Little by little, she allowed herself to sift through old memories of Narnia. More and more, she was thinking about her hair. It was like this:
Susan’s crown was the lightest of the four, which Edmund called ironic. “Your head’s always been the heaviest,” he said. Susan pretended not to understand, but she knew what he meant. She had spent her whole life choosing to carry worry and concern, ever since she was four and tending to Peter’s skinned knees. As her hair grew longer, Edmund joked that she was making up the difference.
There was a practical art to braiding hair, Susan found. Divide, twist, pin, pin. A calming ritual for otherwise frenzied mornings. She liked to gather her crown up in her hair and weave it into place. When it didn’t move, she held her head up higher.
Peter always said he could tell the political situation by the state of Susan’s hair. “One braid for war, two for peace?” Edmund quipped.
Peter shook his head. “No,” he said. “It’s neater when there’s danger or contention about. Fewer flyaways means more pins and nets and the like, which means that our royal sister fears disaster. She took extra time ensuring that her hair will be secure, even if the Cair itself goes up in flames.”
“Perhaps,” said Lucy. “Or maybe she just wants pins on hand in case there are locks to pick.”
Oh, Lucy. Lucy had a habit of driving off lady’s maids. She’d come home from Lion knew where, the hem of her gown caked in dirt and her hair caught in a series of snarls. Worse, she could never sit still long enough for any of her maids to work all the snarls out of her hair.
Only Susan could manage it—though whether it was Susan’s skill with hair or her ability to manage Lucy, no one could say. But Susan had come in on her sister scowling and yanking at her brush trying to unknot her hair twenty minutes before a banquet on more occasions than she could count. Each time, she sat her sister down before her own gilt mirror. Then, Susan would work the brush through Lucy’s hair in gentle, even strokes, all the while telling stories in order to keep her distracted. Like an enchantress, Lucy would say.
Lucy kept her hair short to medium-length for convenience’s sake. Susan grew hers out, and she could never quite say why. Peter would say she liked the ritual of fashioning and securing it each morning. Lucy would say she liked the feel of it, falling like a waterfall over her shoulders or growing silky-soft under a brush. Edmund would say she liked the weight. It had been ten years since Susan’s siblings died. Longer, since she’d had hair long enough to argue about. More and more, she wondered who was right.
When she was thirty-two, Susan started growing her hair long again. It didn’t style the way it used to, but that didn’t concern her. Of course, growing long hair takes time. One morning, when she was thirty-three, Susan looked at her reflection in the mirror and decided her hair was long enough to put up.
They were each right in their own ways, but in that moment, Susan was thinking of Edmund. It was heavy. Almost like a crown.
They say it fell to the floor, and such a length to lose... ah, Susan.
I am going to screech
Mood. You okay?
Group screaming session???
I’m down for group screaming session! 🙃😂
*nazgûl screeches*
I will happily join the family screaming session :)
family scream session!!
*screeches in feral gremlin*
*watches the chaos from afar*
@link-up-the-universes oh good, I don't have to be the responsible one for once 🤣🤣🤣 I'm doing this in hopes that I lose my voice. Working in customer service doesn't work all that well if you don't have a voice after all 👀👀👀
Wait @elements1999 you’re responsible??? 😂😂
@anadorablekiwi Believe it or not, but I actually am responsible. I’m actually one of the most responsible people in all of my friend groups so... yeah...
I'm not responsible in any sense, but thank you for the honey tea!!!
Honey tea *sighs* thank you most responsible and caring family member, the lovely @elements1999
Ketto, my lovely, I mean this in the kindest way possible: what the heck?
girl help i’m having creation ideas above my skill level
girl help i'm having creation ideas above my motivation level
girl help I’m having creation ideas above my free time level
girl help I’m being called out by these 3 statements
me too
Don’t come at me and my 76 open tabs full of projects I need to finish like that!
Parents should not be reading your journals
Parents should not be searching through your trash
Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messages
Parents should not be taking your bedroom door off
Parents should not be invading your privacy
reblogging this because when they go through my phone and find my tumblr they’ll see this
As an actual mom, I approve this message. If your parents say it’s a normal part of parenting, no. No it’s not. They are wrong.
My parents are wonderful people and would never do this kind of stuff
I’m so sorry for people with snoopy/abusive parents
Don’t worry, you’ll get through this
A brief summary of how user engagement is tracked on Tumblr, for the newcomer:
When you like or reblog a post, that counts as user engagement for the person you liked or reblogged from, and shows up in their notifications.
If the person you liked or reblogged a post from wasn’t the original poster (i.e., you’re liking or reblogging a reblog), it also counts as user engagement for the original poster, and shows up in their notifications as well.
This means that user engagement from your likes and reblogs can potential accrue to two different people, the original poster and the person you liked or reblogged from.
Consequently, you cannot “steal” user engagement from someone by reblogging their post.
This is one of the very few areas where Tumblr is actually functions more reasonably than other social media platforms.
Note that this is only true if you use Tumblr’s built-in reblogging function. If you save someone else’s content to your local device and append it to a new post, you effectively become the original poster from that point on.
This means that on Tumblr, “reblogging” and “reposting” are two different things; if you see someone complaining about “reposting”, this is not the same as reblogging.
Commenting when reblogging does not affect any of this – unlike, say, Twitter, where quote-retweeting causes user engagement to accrue to the quote-retweet and not to the original tweet – and you can and should do so freely.
However, every Tumblr user can see who exactly you reblogged a post from, which functions as a soft disincentive against making inane comments; if you make a dumb comment on a reblog, people who see your reblog may “back up” one step in the reblog chain to reblog a version of the post without your comment.
Nobody understands tags, and there’s a fair amount of evidence that how tags work changes periodically and without warning.
Tags are a divine mystery.
(For those going “how is this not obvious”, it’s about prior expectations, bro. On many major social media platforms, using the built-in sharing tools does divert user engagement from the original post. For example, as noted above, quote-retweeting on Twitter causes likes to accrue to the quote-retweet instead of the original tweet. This is because Twitter is hostile to human life.)
Repeat after me:
Good rest is required for creativity
I am allowed to rest in order to restore and rejuvenate my creative well
I am not lazy for resting
My WIP will benefit from the rest I give myself and my creativity
My writing requires rest just as much as I do in order to flourish
every day i am percieved™️
There is a reason for this though!
The original tweet summarizes it pretty well. Fanfic tends to be popular among certain types of neurodivergent people (aka people most likely to read excessively as a child, and have burnout as an adult) for the same reasons that we tend to hyperfixate–neurochemical signaling (I hope I’m using that phrase correctly). What I mean is, for people who are really dependent on changes in dopamine/serotonin/neurotransmitter levels, who have low levels or wonky neural reward systems (perhaps the most common types of neurodivergence)…people like us rely on dependable external sources of those neurochemicals. In order to function, we spend a lot of our free time trying to level out our brain chemistry using things that can reliably bring us a steady stream of joyful moments (rewards) without costing too much of the mental effort that is already in short supply.
significantly: the investment of reading has to be balanced with a steady “return on investment”–and this return has to start fairly quickly. because again, we don’t have a lot of attention/energy to invest on tiring things. we have perpetual “low batteries” in that regard.
that doesn’t mean these stories are “simple,” or that they lack complexity or value–only that the reward has to come in short regular intervals, and it has to have a low “upfront cost.” these stories are only “easy” to read in the sense that the effort we put into them is rewarded in a timely manner. which is why fanfic stories are so perfectly formulated for neurodivergent readers–they are often beautifully written, but skip a lot of the upfront costs (of introducing new characters, of world-building, of getting the audience emotionally connected to the story elements).
the nature of fanfiction is that the reader has a pre-existing relationship with this world and these characters. that–combined with the shorter average length of fics–means that fan fics very quickly start rewarding the reader in a way that traditional fiction struggles to. that’s not a bad thing! and maybe it’s something more traditionally published writers should be paying attention to.
Fanfic, as a genre, has been uniquely helpful and accessible to many neurodivergent readers who would otherwise struggle to immerse themselves in stories. I’m glad so many of you have found a way to love and enjoy reading again! The important thing is that you are spending time inside stories you love–the way those stories are published or presented to the world is just one detail. The fact that you find joy in the process of reading (or listening!) to stories–that is what matters.
I feel understood 🥰
a bunch of people have reblogged this with the default “i feel called out” reaction….and i know when we say that we mean it tongue-in-cheek….but this comment sorta blew my mind & shifted my perspective up and to the left a little thank you♥
The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3
The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3
#this 100% happened to me#but i’m a middle aged writer and english teacher with an academic literature background#when i burned out got sick and had a breakdown i couldn’t read regular books anymore i could only read fanfic#i saw on twitter where someone said literature is prescriptive. you read the kind of fiction that fits your personal need#we’re all overwhelmed right now and that’s why we like the tropey fiction whether fanfic or romance novels or superhero movies#we UNDERSTAND the rules of fiction and dont’ have to work to understand while the payoff comes quickly. kiss. hea. battle/victory
This would explain why I like reading more fanfic than new stuff....
I just tasted my first sugar plum and I'd like to say I'm officially in LOVE!!!!
Writing for yourself first might seem selfish, but it’s essential. You have to be fully engaged in your story. You have to write something you enjoy, something that sets your soul on fire. Otherwise, you won’t feel motivated, and you will perceive the entire process as a chore. Write for yourself first, don't worry about the audience. If something is done with love and passion, it naturally attracts the right audience.
Define Your Grind
imma drop one more smol irondad sketch with sleepy cuddles if you don't mind
/please, do NOT tag or reblog as st*rker/
I like imaging Jason breaking into the manor in full Red Hood gear just so he can go into the kitchen and stress bake
Bruce: [walks in]
Jason: “no! Out! OUT!”
Bruce: “I live here!”
Jason: “I don’t care- look you made my soufflé collapse!”
Bruce: “I didn’t do anything, I just wanted to see who was making all this damn noise in my kitchen and get some water”
Jason: “your ugly face scared my fucking soufflé”
Bruce: “Jason you can le-… never mind, I just want my drink”
Jason: “oh my god! Get out already!”
Bruce: [mumbling to himself] “remember you love him, it’s a miracle he’s here today, you love him, you missed him, he is a blessing”
Jason: [throws water bottle at Bruce] “here’s your fucking water, switch over to a filter you fucking asshole. You’re killing the environment, it’s not like you can’t afford a damn filter”
Alright, but the concept of Jason fucking stress baking randomly at the ass crack middle of the night has SO much comedic potential.
Im imagining stressed Jason absolutely HAS to drop everything he's doing just to stress bake asap.
Unfortunately, that means he'll break into the nearest kitchen if he has to
And yknow, since Jason is often out on cases/missions where he's taking down criminals or staking out one of the rogues, there's not many options for him when it comes to satiating his stressbaking needs sooooo ya gotta do what ya gotta do
[Goon running in hysterical]
Goon: Uh, sir, it's-it's the Red Hood.
Black Mask: And you're telling me this why? Just shoot him, I hired you guys for a reason!
Goon: Well yeah, but uh- He's um...baking?
Black Mask: He's what?
Goon: Yeah, he uh, he broke into the kitchen and started baking..but like..REAL aggressively
Black Mask:
Goon: Sir, he's scaring us.
[Cut to Jason in the kitchen, ordering a bunch of Black Mask's henchmen to run errands and help with the baking]
Jason: Are you KIDDING me?? What kind of henchmen does Black Mask hire?? You're telling me you can't even break an egg?? Ridiculous, move over.
The henchman (Who Jason threatened into helping him): Uh-
Jason: And LOOK at these cookies! Do these look fully baked to you?? DO THEY??
The Henchman, now sweating: I'm sor-
Jason gesturing wildly: AND you didn't even try to separate the yolks from the whites! How did you even get hired?
The baking session ends with a good handful of the henchmen in tears.
Bonus scene of the batfam infiltrating Black Mask's lair, expecting a shit ton of goons to attack them but little do they know they're all too busy baking with the Red Hood.
Bonus BONUS scene of the batfam later walking into the kitchen only to see a fuck ton of henchmen frantically scurrying around the kitchen trying to fulfill Jason's orders, while Jason's in the corner baking and mumbling about how goon hiring standards have lowered since his old days as robin.
Jason just infiltrates anyone's kitchen- doesn't matter if you're the most feared rogue in Gotham- he'll waltz in like he fucking owns the place. And oh yeah say goodbye to your goons because they're Jason's now :)
Okay but what about Jason just breaking into normal peoples houses?
Kid: Mom? Dad? Red Hood is making a cake in our kitchen.
Mom: What?
Kid: Red Hood is making a cake. He wants to know if we have any allergies.
Dad: Billy it’s 3 in the morning. Go back to sleep.
Kid: But do we have any allergies?
Mom: No honey. We don’t. Now go back to bed okay?
*Kid leaves, goes back to the kitchen*
Kid: We don’t have any allergies Mr. Hood
Jason: Okay thanks Billy. I’ll make sure your parents let you eat most of this okay?
Kid: I don’t care what Batman says. You’re the best Mr. Hood.
Jason:
Kid:
Jason: Thanks buddy. You want to help me make the frosting?
Literally the best thing.
