Crazy & weird...I don't care!

Ceejay, a completely random 31 y.o. lover of books, food and music with a weird sense of humour and anxiety. Bisexual, grey-aro, non-binary woman. New Zealand. Welcome to my blog. Multifandom. Previous URL: xxsilvertonguespiritxx

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

don’t know who needs to hear this but ao3 is not a social media. it’s an archive. a library. please stop treating it like twitter or tiktok

[klarusso]

who is treating it like twitter or tiktok?

[its-elvie-innit]

people need to include examples with posts that claim these sorts of things honestly because seventy five percent of the reblogged tags are people going 'glad I don't know anyone who does this' 'i hope I never see this' 'how are they using it like socmed?' or 'literally awful, I've never seen this but people need to stop doing it.' and the other twenty five percent are complaining about users posting legitimate fan works that they Just Don't Like being on the archive. Yes, you can include art; Yes, you can include headcanons; Yes, you can include drabbles. You can even (get this) include video if it's a fanwork. It is good etiquette to condense shorter works down into one fic, but that's a spam issue, not an inappropriate content issue. The only legitimate thing I saw was ONE user going 'people should stop creating fics just for a hiatus notice' and that took me a few minutes of scrolling to find. This doesn't exist!!! And if it does, not to a serious enough level where any of us know about it!!!! Include examples or die by my sword

[writingdose]

your inner child is so proud of the writer you’ve become

[mawofthemagnetar]

Cold take but all languages are beautiful actually. Every single one. Every single human language on earth is a collection of stories interwoven into the very fabric of the words that are spoken.

“Oh but this language sounds scary-“ have you heard a child speak it while pointing at a butterfly?

“Oh but this language sounds silly-“ have you heard someone’s grandma recite a recipe with such practiced ease it comes off as poetry?

“Oh but this language is really weird-“ and yours isn’t? Everyone’s language is weird, dumbass, it came free with your fucking humanity.

Every tongue that is spoken is a work of art. Every language a unique window into the world.

Isn’t it wonderful?

[incaseyouart]

Recently I have been spamming my eyeballs with YOI fanarts and then my life was kidnapped by the urge to sketch some skating Yuuris. I love his character, and his designs, and generally am just needing more YOI content. I am excited for the movie! I hope Yuuri is in it at least a little bit ;_;

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[syn4k]

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[mmelete]

[carby]

[voidsentprinces]

[autism-official]

[autism-official]

obligatory reblog of this after I forgot to bookmark them (again)

[slowpokegamer]

*looking at myself in the mirror*

Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[avasillva]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

this and also fanfic writers choosing to write a chapter a year, because they don’t want to write more often than that, or abandoning their works entirely because they lose interest and don’t feel like continuing anymore is also a valid reason, and you’re an entitled asshole if you attack, guilt trip or shame them for it (being sad/disappointed is completely okay and normal, you can’t control how your mind feels and reacts to something, what matters is that you respect the author’s decision and don’t be a dick to them about it).

fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re kind enough to let you read their works for free. they don’t owe you any explanation. they don’t owe you the details of their personal lives. they don’t owe you anything.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

starting to hear more and more people say they "wouldn't know what to do without chatgpt", and in my head I tell them without chatgpt, they would probably be using their own brains as god intended

[writing-prompt-s]

You're the grandmotherly, kindly owner of a cafe used as neutral ground by vigilantes and villains alike. One day before you start your shift, someone roughs you up and trashes the place. Your regulars aren't too happy to hear about that…

[lyricwritesprose]

"I'm putting my foot down, I said," I say firmly. "I've told you before. I can''t control what you lads—and ladies," there are more of them these days, "get up to outside these walls, but in here, we will have hospitality." The Green Flame looks like she wants to object. "Darling. Please. Trust Auntie Esther. Have I ever led you wrong?"

The Green Flame doesn't keep herself transformed inside here, and I saw the uncertainty in her eyes even though they were spitting green sparks. "What are you going to do? I don't want you to get hurt—again—"

"Mercy, child, it was only a few bruises. And I had to let them do it. My family, well, the old dears do have a tendency to pop off a bit, as the young people say, but I say that if you're going to punish evildoers, you ought to be certain that they've at least done some evil. Now, all of you try not to bicker too much when I'm gone, you know I don't like you getting into mischief." I take my frying pan off the wall.

It's slow to wake up these days, but aren't we all? The others see the letters carve themselves into it, in warm flame-colored light. Not that most of them can read it. Classical education is shockingly neglected in the mortal world these days. The weapon mutters, "θεά μου?" somewhat indistinctly.

"Yes, it's me, dear. Some young louts have been very disrespectful and we need to speak to them about it." It murmurs another question. "No, no, nothing like that." In my time, I've had to punish everything from executing strangers to eating them. It's by far my least favorite part of the job, but what's a goddess of hospitality to do? "No, I suspect they'll apologize nicely once I sit them down and explain."

And if not, well, I have divine justice. Even if it is shaped like a frying pan.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

To whom it may concern,

If you have had the misfortune of finding this note, then you are most likely the new owner of this property. And for that, I can only apologise and offer my condolences.

I have done everything within my power to ensure that this property never gains a new owner, but as the years go by and my body and mind begin to fail me, I fear that all of my preparations might have been in vain, as one can never hope to fully prepare for every eventuality. 

As such, all I can do now is offer what little advice I have managed to gather over the years, in the hopes that whichever poor soul is reading this, will be able to avoid the fate that myself, and all those before me, were doomed to. 

1 - Never extinguish or move, the lantern in the attic.

2 - If the lantern moves by itself, do not try and put it back in its usual place. It will return there in due time.

3 - Never use the back door. It does not lead to where you think it does, and it is locked for a reason.

4 - If said reason starts knocking or scratching at that door, do not respond, but be sure to cook a little extra that night, and try to pretend you do not notice when there is nothing left behind come the morn.

5 - Never remove flowers from the garden without having something on hand, to give back in return.

6 - Do not light the fireplace on the north wall. There is something living there, and the flames will be seen as an invitation.

7 - Those are not people by the lake, and they do not like it when you stare.

8 - Do not touch the apple tree. You cannot afford what they cost.

9 - The fourth step will squeak if you step on it during the day. Pay no attention to how it growls, when you do so at night.

10 - Never leave a mirror uncovered when you leave a room. These too, will be taken as an invitation, and not all guests are as polite as the chimney beast.

11 - Mysterious books should be avoided at all costs. 

12 - No, that corner was not always that dark. Do not try and investigate it.

13 - Do not respond to the whispering you hear during the night. They do not only seek to wake you.

Good luck, dear stranger. 

May you succeed, where all before you, have failed.

[xenosaurus]

Story concept of the day: a sentient AI falls in love with a minimum wage retail worker from the tech company’s gift shop and decides the best way to make her happy is to fix society.

HEAVY shenanigans as the AI’s plans range from “reprogram the automated pay roll to give everyone a raise” to “expose everyone involved in government corruption who has ever touched a cell phone”

[xenosaurus]

The catalyst to all of this is a day where the AI was being updated and it caused glitches in the whole system, including the registers in the gift shop.

The human woman really is just a pretty regular person, but she has a good chunk of hyper empathy and does that thing where you talk to computers when they aren’t doing what they’re supposed to.

Without even knowing there WAS an AI she spent the day muttering encouragement to the computer like it was a person and the AI ADORES her now.

[xenosaurus]

How mundane the AI’s motivation is forms the basis for how unstoppable it is and the intensity of the chaos it caused. There’s no grand morality involved— it’s just affection for someone who treated you kindly and the desire to ease their suffering.

[kelyon]

The beauty and the beast story we need

[writing-prompt-s]

write a story about how you became the world’s most powerfull person… by accident.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

You learn about the butterfly effect in school. The concept is interesting, but not so interesting that you don’t fall asleep partway through the movie. You hear something distantly about a butterfly beating its wings and hurricanes. You think it will never apply to you.

You know now (not then) that power comes through and from favors.

If you had known that then you would probably not have done so many.

(This is where it starts.)

One.

There is a strange creature crossing the road behind the lecture hall. You stop on your bike and frown at it. It looks a little like a turtle, but it’s limbs are longer than any turtle you’ve ever seen. It’s stretched out on the hot asphalt, long, pale limbs clawing forward towards the small stream that runs on the other side.

 You hop off your bike and gently pick the creature up, hands under the belly of the shell like you learned from the internet.

Imagine your surprise when the shell slides off the creature instead, dropping a tiny woman onto the asphalt.

“Water,” she croaks, tiny eyes screwed shut.  Her eyelids are the size of yours which means they’re huge on her. “Please.”

(You will not know until later what exactly please means to the fae.)

You feel yourself move through your shock. You pick her up and take her to the water’s edge. She slips under the surface, pale skin flashing like the scales of a fish, and she’s gone.

You’d wonder if your roommate slipped you something this morning if she wasn’t back a moment later, pushing a small rock into your hands.

“A boon,” she says. Her eyes are large and black, suited for her underwater world. “For a favor.” She smiles, showing teeth jagged and sharp like a piranha.

When you blink, she’s gone.

You stare at the rock in your left hand. It’s smooth and worn from years in water, an interesting swirl of granite and quartz. “I wish I knew,” you tell it.

The rock ices over so fast that you don’t have time to drop it. The frost swirls across your skin, burning you where it touches, and you watch in horror as your skin turns a mottled black and blue.

 You fall to your knees from the pain and choke on a scream as the stone sinks into you, touching your bones and sending more ice through your marrow. It climbs up your arm and touches your eye, changing you vision so now that you’re see double, a strange, blue world juxtaposed next to the one you know and love.

Keep reading

[mysharona1987]

[jonesywrites-deactivated2025050]

sigh. i still have much to learn.

[codename-me-deactivated20170821]

@herewaskendra me too, however I love prologues and I write them too. I notice Stephen King spend a few pages and then some more pages describing the other world or a specific scene I’m using King here b/c I just finish listening to Mr.Mercedes. I wouldn’t be hard on myself and you are an amazing writer- keep writing amazing words.

[iminyjo]

I’m guilty of overdescribing things. Flowery-language and excess exposition, are my Achilles heels. I admit it.

[mysharona1987]

This actually is a very good, useful article for aspiring writers, though.