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[originally posted october 2020]
Yup uh huh
Drawing and drawing and drawing please save me tis a fate worse then death when my hands start cramping
tucker did it
Fucking slain in my tracks by this postcard on my friendās dresser
Takes a guy who's obsessed with saving people even if it risks his life and a guy who is literally allergic to asking for help in any situation and puts them in My stew puts them in my fucking stew and stirs it
Motherfuckers got me again
I forgot but the reference photo:
Astrology is very popular ā both GallupĀ and YouGovĀ report that about 25% of Americans believe that the position of the stars and planets can
Astrology doesn't seem to work.
Some highlights:
Astrologers helped design the study
No one did better than random chance, even though they only included people in the study who are experienced with astrology and stated that they expect themselves to do better than random chance
They gave every astrologer a set of 50 things about a person and 5 birth charts to choose from. They werenāt even coming up with the chart themselves!
After taking the test, most thought they nailed it. Zero out of 152 did better than 5 out of 12. None nailed it
Astrologers who rated themselves highly experienced (āworld class expertsā) did the same or worse as those who said they have limited experience. Both performed the same as random chance
This is hilarious
Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic Iāll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later
every time i write i think about that maya angelou quote where she talks about her editor asking her why she uses semicolons instead of colons and says she has often responded by threatening to never speak to him again
sheās so fucking funny
a good way to inspire yourself to do more is to see yourself as the wacky sitcom B plot character in your friends lives, "wouldnt it be funny to tell the friends in my phone about it." has gotten me to do anything from going to a festival (excelent) to wild camping (it went badly) (coastguard called) to trying to get the train to stonehenge (stonehenge costs money so i ended up just getting lunch in sailsbury, it was okay.) i bought a bicycle today and 20% of my reasoning was "itd be funny to surprise my roommate by coming home with a whole bike." . life is for living. and baby i live for the bit.
we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this
not what first come to my mind but hey speak your truth
something I think we all know about fanfic, but donāt talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I donāt 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, yāall. Sometimes I donāt even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, Iām ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, weāre 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 shouldnāt, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You donāt need to create a six course meal if you donāt want to. You donāt have to make something complex and homemade if you donāt want to. You donāt 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. Itās 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.
I donāt 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.
Andā she points outā 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 donāt 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 thereā you might not know who, you might not know whenā 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.
Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back
one of the all time posting days ever
America be like "you cant have free healthcare or easy access to disability but you can have a gun"
no healing, no living, go KILL
This post was really fucking funny in hindsight