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One day I woke up and everybody knew what a labubu was
i'm also looking forward to your girlfriend's bottom surgery
^ surgeon whose rare and sickly pet lizard only eats human testicles
Not to reinvent the wheel over here but humanity is sooo right about tea. It really is the perfect finnicky little thing to do. You can use it as an excuse to get up and transition to the next thing for yourself or with others; you can use tea as the centerpiece for socializing; you can use it as a meditative device or a comfort ritual or as medicine or to soothe pain or to set intentions or go to bed or to wake up. And most tea is pretty inexpensive, healthy and sometimes you can just harvest the ingredients yourself. And there's a set amount of time it takes to heat up the water and prepare your cup and let it steep, which is all part of a ritual that makes it fast but not instantaneous which is. Good.
Today a traditionally published author emailed me a list of helpful suggestions about getting published.
Their biggest piece of advice: Remove the main gay romance that is central to the plot.
Thread.
What. A. JOKE
where’s the book? i wanna read it it’s gay, scifi, and has an ai? sign me tf up im ur marzipan modern art owl lovin fan
Still unpublished, but you can read the first chapter of Echo of the Larkspur right here: https://aughtpunk.com/echo-of-the-larkspur/
So, it turns out I did post on Tumblr about the terrible male author that told me to Un-Queer my book! I just forgot. Hey, it’s been a long…eight years? Jeez.
Well, if you’re reading this post from the present/future I’ll have you know I decided to self-publish my novel, and you can preorder it now!
And for those wondering, in the years between this post and now I went back and made the book gayer and more diverse out of spite.
Pride Verosika!
Okay. Say you ask a small child to draw you a house, and they come up with something like this:
For the purposes of this analogy the child is shit at colouring in, because I only wanted to give the general idea.
So, we can all agree that the child who draws a house probably isn't trying to communicate anything in particular other than “look at this cool house I drew”, right?
Cool.
So… Why is it seemingly in the middle of nowhere, when most children live in houses with neighbours?
Why is the main body a square and the roof a solid triangle when that doesn't look like any house that has ever been built anywhere?
Why does it have a wood-burning stove with smoke actively coming out of the chimney, even though the sun indicates warm weather?
Why is the sun smiling? Why is it yellow?
Answer: because the child has seen picture books, and films, and the drawings of other children, and has on some level absorbed that this is what a house is meant to look like.
Face to face, the child almost certainly wouldn't know where to begin communicating “yellow is a colour culturally associated with happiness and warmth, and two dots accompanied by a curved line symbolically represent a smiling human face, so I have combined these attributes with the sun to convey that it is a very warm and pleasant day”.
Or “historically most houses in my country used fire for heat and cooking, and even though this is no longer the case for the majority of households, most media portrayals of houses are inspired by other, older, media portrayals and therefore include the chimney. I have chosen to follow this trend.”
Or even, “I have poor motor control because of my age, and large, 2 dimensional shapes are easier to draw than anything involving detail and perspective”.
Yet this is all information that you can pick up from detailed study of the house drawing.
Ultimately, it's not about what the writer intended. That's what the whole death of the author thing means.
If you think of literature like as a conversation, then think of all the analysis stuff that your English teacher keeps trying to get you to look at as like body language. It's the stuff that the other person doesn't even necessarily mean to communicate, but that can tell you a hell of a lot about what they mean.
Also, a poem written by a poet who got high is still a poem written by a poet.
People love to say dismissive bullshit like, "oh, that's just the drugs talking" but actually, drugs can't fucking talk! It is always the human being doing the talking regardless of how intoxicated they are. The drugs are not creating the poetry. The poet's mind is creating the poetry. A person doesn't stop being a person just because they took something.
also if it got published they probably still liked it sober
Ten years ago I wrote a Welcome to Night Vale fanfic called 'Welcome to Cyber Vale'. It was the story of Carlos going to the Night Vale space colony to meet C.E.C.I.L., a dangerously sentient robot with dark secret that threatened the whole colony. It was a real hit, despite one very large flaw.
See, I had only just gotten into Welcome to Night Vale when I wrote it. So when I wrote it I got almost all of the characterizations completely wrong. It wasn't until I finished the fic what I was like, oh, oh shit, the WTNV characters aren't like that at all. But I also realized that, hey, I had the bones of a pretty good Sci-fi story here. Time to make some lemonade out of lemons as it were.
Ten years passed. I would work on the story, send it out to agents/publishers, get turned down, put the story away, sit on it for a few years, bring it back out, etc etc. In 2023 I realized that my book of Queer Robot Romance was just a little too strange for traditional publishing. So with the help of family, friends, and donators I got the funds together to get my story ready for self publishing.
And now it's ready.
Echo of the Larkspur is a full Sci-fi/Romance/Mystery novel at roughly 130k words now available for preorder on Amazon (other sites coming soon).
This is a story about love, trauma, overcoming the past, learning to trust, all while being queer and diverse as fuck. If you enjoyed the original fic (or any of my other fanfics) then you're sure to fall in love with Ciro and S.A.G.E.'s 'enemies to lovers'-style romance.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me along the way, and thank you to everyone willing to give my novel a shot! Love you all!
'Saving You' part 6 finale! (2/2 because its too long for tumblr - part 1/2 here)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5.1
Part 5.2
Part 6.1
Thanks for joining me on this ride 💞
im a blorbo apologist but also they did every bad thing they did and i will get mad if u ignore that. complexities
i hate how every tag from helluva is so polluted with antis and negativity, and now i can't just say "look at this pathetic asshole" without sounding like an anti
i always have to specify that i love blitzo and stolas
i love that their character arc is not yet complete and they are now in the era of making all the worst choices, i love that they are trying to be good parents and not magically managing to be one, i love that they are at least trying to communicate but failing miserably, just look at these traumatized wet cats, i love that they are not remembering everything exactly how it happened and that they have difficulty expressing themselves and understanding each other, they are such a mess, and i love this on them
oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.
phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?
call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.
call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.
text messages from someone who's dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.
emergency alerts for weather that doesn't happen on earth.
Your phone rings - but it's your phone number on the screen. You answer it, but all you hear is heavy, laboured breathing. You go to say something, only to hear your voice on the other end tell you "It's too late," and hang up.
You get a message from a number you don't recognise. It's a picture of you from behind. You turn and see there's nobody there. When you look back at your phone, you see the sender has sent another text - "Sorry, wrong number."
Your phone rings - it's a private number. You answer it, only to feel the sensation of something licking your ear.
You wake up to find a voicemail. You play it back, only to hear an autotuned version of your own voice reciting a Bible passage - 1 Peter 2: 18-20.
You get an emergency alert. It says "I'm sorry."
You keep trying to call 911 but you ALSO keep getting robocalls for duct cleaning, surveys, random scam calls and texts.
one time I was in an unfamiliar town, it was 11pm, and I was trying to find some food so I looked up the nearest 24-hour supermarket and started navigation, except instead of a supermarket my phone took me to the gates of a cemetery and then said "you have reached your destination." you could write that incident into a horror movie with zero changes and it scare the audience's faces off
This is true: when I lived in the Miserably Haunted House, I received a voice-mail notification, though my phone had not rung. When I played it, the recording was *five minutes* of what was very undeniably my own voice, singing a song I'd never heard before.
a silly redraw I spent way too much time on lmao
alternative ending:
I only ever see people talk about Stolas calling him Blitz instead of Blitzy AFTER their "date", but I don't see enough people talk about the fact he already started doing it DURING their "date".
"Oh, Blitz! How romantic is this?"
"Oh, Blitz. What are you looking at?"
"Do you prefer red wine or white, Blitz?"
"So, Blitz... how was your day?"
There's none after this, but only because Stolas barely talks for the rest of the scene. He didn't call him Blitzy once during their entire "date", because he was taking it seriously.
If people still dare claim Stolas wasn't trying to make a genuine effort I'm going to bite someone...