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I’ve been so inactive on here that I’m getting porn bots following me 💀 anyway I have wifi now and I am writing i swear
tobin, christɘn | rɘ—inc: Bodega LA, we’re coming for you!! 💫
sandras_sports_shots Such a great time yesterday capturing some special moments 📷.
Best of luck at the Olympics.
tobin and christen sharing fruit: a series
The best❤️
@livetosea ask and you shall receive!
Just a little life update
Curve it like Christen is on a hiatus until at least September. Where I live currently has little to no wifi, and it’s not powerful enough to play movies (which Curve it like Christen relies on bend it like Beckham to play through).
Mother Knows Best is being worked on
I have a one shot that I’m trying to post for HGS maybe. Be patient with me ❤️
writers:
break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
blunette is not a thing
new speaker, new paragraph. please.
“said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
i love u guys keep on trucking
I know theres a lot of writers following me and this is some solid advice folks
^^^This!
Also, may I add:
Simple is okay. Simple is better than compicated.
If you don’t know the fancy word, there’s a 90% chance the reader won’t know the fancy word.
If you’re writing in your second/third/etc. language and you’re shy about it, don’t be! Be proud! You’re doing something amazing and your words matter
Names will come at some point. Having [character B] retrieve [McGuffin] from [location] during [holiday] is a-okay, don’t worry about it!
You’re still a great writer, no matter how many typos you make of what your writing speed is.
That’s it. Here. Have a quill for good luck.
i want that quill
sorry for the delay in stories, but good news is that I am writing and I’m hopeful something will be posted by July!
u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.
y'all ever hurt your own feelings with a fic YOU WROTE
tumblr mobile won't let me upload a voice recording, so I guess you're all spared hearing about my thoughts that people (some of them at least) aren't actually desperate for comments. What they're actually missing is community.
screw it. I put it up on drive. I'll try to figure out tomorrow if it actually makes sense or not- and I'll transcribe it if no one else beats me to it
TRANSCRIPTION:
It's not about comments, it's about community. I'm lying here at 1:36 in the morning and I can't sleep and that keeps going around and around in my head. It's not comments, it's community. I dunno if this is an epiphany or I'm an insomniac and I'm not making any sense.
But I've been running this blog for three and a half years now and seeing the things that spark joy in authors, and seeing the insecurities, and seeing people saying, "I need comments, I want comments, I have to have comments, if I don't have comments then I just feel like I need to give up" -- and I try and understand as best as I can but I don't think I actually get there. And I think the reason why that is, is because I've always had some form of community.
When I joined my last fandom, I knew a couple of people who were interested in it on tumblr, but I threw my first fic out there not knowing what I'd get. The fandom was still small at the time, and...the show was on hiatus, and there wasn't a lot of fic going on AO3, and so...when I put my fic out there, I actually got a response and it was pretty cool. And because I got online in the 90's, when people commented to me, I commented back in a conversational tone, and because the fandom was full of people of a similar age to me -- who also got on the internet in the 90's -- they also responded in a conversational tone. And next thing you know, we're making friends, we're following each other on tumblr, we're having a grand ol' time.
And so...for me, when I go into a stats spiral, it's more about comparing myself against myself, and "why am I not doing better with this story than this other story", and "why do people like that story? That was just a joke. This one that's serious, nobody is paying attention to and why is that"? But it's not so much about people and the comments or the lack of comments, it's more about me and, you know, trying to understand my own writing and you know, what works and what doesn't and relying on other people won't tell me that and I know that.
And then I remembered the one time when I actually was upset that I didn't get comments. And it was...I had organized this fandom event type of thing -- not really an event -- I was doing this thing, and anyone who wanted to participate or support me or encourage me was welcome to do so. I wanted to do a thing. I did...I, um, called it a ficathon, it was a March Madness kind of thing, where 64 prompts went in, and 1 prompt came out. And I was writing 64 fics at the same time and people were voting on them and it was great. And when we got to the final fic, and I wrote it and posted it on AO3, after -- I dunno, a month? -- of fanfare -- I was getting 50 votes a day on these things, so like people were reading. I didn't get comments. I barely had hits or kudos and it was a huge let down. And it wasn't about the comments, even though I remember I wrote some kind of post and put it on tumblr that I was upset and whatever, and I remember writing about comments and kudos and hits.
But that wasn't why I was upset. I was upset because I had created a thing for my community and it felt like my community ignored it. It wasn't the case and everything was fine, and you know, I had posted it on a Tuesday afternoon or something stupid and nobody saw it. It was, you know. I...probably overreacted, I dunno. But that was how I was feeling at the time. It was an intense disappointment for me.
But it wasn't about the numbers, it was about the relationship and the community.
And when I read some of the asks that I get or the tags on posts -- oh my god, the tags on posts -- when I see these things so often, it feels like what people want isn't a comment, it's a connection. They want people to talk to about their writing. They want people to talk to about stories or about the canon, the characters they love, they want to have a conversation. And for whatever reason, the way social media is set up, we expect that conversation to happen in a certain way or we don't realize it can happen in a different way, and...I dunno. AO3 isn't even social media. But it looks like it in a lot of ways. And so I think...I dunno, people look for community in their comment section. And it's hard to build a community there.
If you have friends on tumblr, or twitter, or discord, or wherever else, if you have relationships with people outside of your fic, at least for me, the comments are less necessary but also, the comments come because -- I mean, god knows, I was not the best writer in my fandom by a long stretch -- but I knew a lot of people. And I liked them and they liked me, and I think that really helped make people want to read my stories. Because again, it's that community piece. I'm looking for connections with them and they're looking for connections too. And if they know me as a person, and they see a story with my name on it, they might think, "Oh, I really like Pi! I'm going to click in and see what her story's about."
And so, it's...it comes down to community. Like am I crazy here? Am I wrong? I mean, obviously this isn't the case for everybody, not everyone is looking for this community, but...yeah. That's...just...it feels like it comes down to that. For me. That's the piece that's missing. That's the piece that people crave, the thing they're looking for. It's not about the comments, it's not about the numbers, it's about connections and relationships. And that's the part that's missing.
"I was upset because I had created a thing for my community and it felt like my community ignored it."
happy belated bday
latin phrases worth knowing:
(in case you wanted to know because i fucking love this language)
ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties
alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings
amantium irae amoris integratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love
ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short
aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses
dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope
ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty
exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad
experiential docet - experience teaches
helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm)
in libras libertas - in books, freedom
littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts
mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself
mirabile dictu - wonderful to say
nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part
omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now
poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made
qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it
saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be
sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still
si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war
struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears
sub rosa - under the rose
trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise
urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble
ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains
e tan e epi tas - with your shield or on it. (meaning: come back alive and victorious or don’t come back at all.)
iacta alea est - “the die is cast”. (famously attributed to julius caesar in 49BC when he led his army across the rubicon river and started a war. variations: alea iacta est; acta alia esto. there’s a great discussion on the variations in translations here if you’re interested!)
panem et circuses - bread and circuses. (read about it’s meaning here)
dulce periculum - live life on the edge
vivere memento - remember to live
omnia vincit amor - love conquers all
pulvis et umbra sumus - we are but dust and shadow
flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo - if i cannot sway the heavens, i will raise hell
sic ego nec sine te nec tecum vivere possum - so i cant live either without you or with you
ubi dibium ibi libertas - when there is doubt, there is freedom
esse quam videri - to be rather than to seem
si vis amari, ama - if you wish to be loved, love.
utere, non numera - use the hours, don’t count them.
quod me nutrit me destruit - what nourishes me, destroys me. (meaning: that which drives a person can consume them from within).
aude sapere - dare to know
quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur - whatever is said in Latin sounds profound
So, you've seen Tobin's Ritz Cracker animated story from a few years ago, right? (It's on youtube if not) Now I can't stop thinking about hockey Tobin's deep and abiding love for Zambonis (and what she would name ones at her favorite rinks and arenas). Christen thinks it's both dumb and very endearing.
No but why does this make me think that Tobin “I used to drive Zambonis this is serious business” Heath is hardcore like respect the zamboni. honour the zamboni and is thus OUTRAGED by people skating on the ice if the zamboni has just been over it. Meanwhile Christen “I like to cut through something and see the impact” Press is In Love with skating on fresh ice so she makes it a habit of doing a lap right after the zamboni has gone over it every game day.
When Tobin discovers this - probably during national team camp but maybe when Montreal host Toronto so its her home ice - she is literally. like. fuming. hard chill because its a game day and she needs to be At Peace but fuming. genuinely just TEARS INTO Christen about how disrespectful it is and how it’s not okay and the ice actually takes a lot of MAINTENANCE, CHRISTEN! it’s actually got a lot of LOVE INVOLVED, CHRISTEN!
This is made even funnier if it’s lowkey one of the first conversations they’ve ever had. Christen is a drama queen and thinks it hysterically funny to skate on the ice right behind the zamboni every game, smiling innocently at Tobin the whole time.
Tobin names the zamboni at Scotiabank arena (Toronto’s home stadium) something ridiculous like “baby” or “sweetheart.” The one in Montreal is called Chris. No, that isn’t related to Christen Press, Ashlyn. It’s totally unrelated and not at all something that happened right after the aforementioned incident. It Means Nothing!!