Evidently, there is a line.

Mel. 25. University student. Ace. Canadian, hockey fan. Books are my safe place, the one thing in my life that is always consistent. Sometimes, I write a thing.

[thebabbagepatch]

Hyperbole and a Half - The Motivation Game

this is too accurate for me right now

[chasecharmer-deactivated2018101]

so remember that worldbuilding website, notebook.ai, that was goin around and everyone was so excited, but it turned out you had to pay a (frankly outrageous) subscription to access any of the best tools? 

well i have exciting news: World Anvil. 

here’s what you get for free: 

yeah. all of them. double what notebook.ai offers for pay. yeah baby.

i’ve only been using this site for like half an hour, but i am in LOVE. please check it out and consider supporting the creators if you can! 

[toomanyfeelings5]

@withswords

[dedicatedfollower467]

I highly recommend World Anvil

[aquestionofcharacter]

if you relate to having an idea for a story for 4 to 8 years with almost zero progress towards actually writing it down, clap your hands

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

This post kicked down my door, came into my house and publicly shamed me in front of God, my mother, and my cat.

[autoimmuneamy]

“Do you want to talk about it or be distracted from it” is honestly the best thing you can say to me when I say im sad/in pain etc.

[luckytwodollarbill-deactivated2]

this is really good advice to say to anyone who is upset

[elaxisfae]

Alsooo may I add: “do you want advice or do you just want to vent?” Is also good to add because often unsoliticited advice can further hurt someone who really just wanted a listening ear.

[felinenthusiast]

can they stop making really nice doc martens because i love them and i don’t have the money

[felinenthusiast]

me seeing another pair of cool stompy lesbian boots i can’t afford

[knightlyhoods-deactivated202404]

listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already

[shakespearessidehoe-deactivated]

“Would you kill me, my love?”

[siriusly-saxy-deactivated202108]

For wakanda, without a doubt

[dejasquietplace]

Half-orc fighter: are these windows big enough for someone to jump through?

DM: the windows aren’t open.

Half-orc fighter: that’s not what I asked.

[thebibliosphere]

So my therapist has been helping me get to grips with my ADHD, and also the concept that I’m not shit at being an adult, I just can’t do things the way everyone has always told me to do them. Like every single “organize your life” books have always left me wanting to cry with frustration, and after I got hold of a copy of Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD by Susan Pinsky I realized that was because they primarily focus on “aesthetic” over “function”. And the function of most standard “organize your life books” is to “make things look Show Home Perfect”.

So the standard “hide all your unsightly things by doing xyz” may look nice for the first week or so, but by the end of the week it’ll look like a tornado made of pure inhuman frustration ripped through the house as I try to find the fucking advil.

To give you an example of the kind of hell I’ve been fumbling my way through the last 20 odd years: dishes will be washed and left in the drying wrack but never put away. Which means I can’t wash more dishes, which means dishes pile up, which means I can’t make food, which means I don’t eat, which means my CFS gets worse, which means I don’t have the energy to put the dishes away, and so on so forth until I have a meltdown, cry to ETD (who also likely has ADHD but has never had it confirmed) about how I can’t cope with life, and then we fix it for a while, but inevitably end up back at square one within about a week.

Pinsky’s solution to this was “remove an obstacle between you and your goal, if that means taking all the doors off your kitchen cabinets to make things easier, so be it.”

And lemme tell you, fucking revolutionary.

Laundry never ends up in the hamper??? why???? is it a closed hamper??? Remove the lid. Throw it out the window. Clothes are now miraculously finding their way into the hamper??? Rejoice????

Mail ends up spread out over every available flat surface? Put a sorting station right where your mail arrives. Put a shredder or “junk” basket under it. Shred or dump the junk immediately. Realize you only actually have two real letters that need attention, feel less overwhelmed, pay your bills on time.

Like I’m not saying this book is miraculous, but it did help me realize that I was effectively torturing myself by trying to conform to certain ideals of “perfect house keeping”, and presenting a certain image rather than just allowing myself to live in my space as effectively as possible. And why? Why was I doing that? Cause people with different lives and capabilities are perceived as the norm? Fuck that. If this was a physical problem I wouldn’t be forcing myself to conform to an ableist standard, so why am I doing it with this?

My lived space will never look a certain way, and that’s okay. It will never look show home perfect, and that’s okay. It will likely always be cluttered and eclectic where nothing matches, and that’s okay. Sometimes I will have odd socks on because sorting them out required too much mental energy, and that’s okay. Actually fuck sorting socks, just buy all your socks in the same color. Problem solved. Boring sure, but also one less thing to do, which means more time to hyper fixate on fun things. Which really, what else is my life for if not to write screeds and screeds of vampire shit posts, I ask you.

[disgruntledinametallicatshirt]

you know what actually pisses me off? when I finally start to feel a smidge of confidence in my writing ability and then some JERK POSTS A SINGLE LINE FROM A TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL AND IT’S BETTER THAN ANYTHING I WILL EVER WRITE NO MATTER HOW MANY MILLENNIA I SPEND TRYING!

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

Terry was a professional writer from the age of 17. He worked as a journalist which meant that he had to learn to research, write and edit his own work very quickly or else he’d lose his job.

He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.

The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”

It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.

He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died.  He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.

Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough. 

You’re not Terry Pratchett. 

You are you.

And Terry would love that. 

[rsfcommonplace]

I only ever had a chance to talk to Terry Pratchett once, and that was in an autograph line.  I’d bought a copy of The Carpet People, which was his very first book, and he looked at it with a faint air of concern.  “You realise that I wrote that when I was very young,” he said, in warning.

“Yes,” I said.  “But I like seeing how authors grow.”

He brightened and reached for his pen.  “That’s all right then,” he said, and signed.

[ironlocked]

venom.

31% on Rotten Tomatoes

35% on Metacritic

2/5 on Empire

1/5 stars on the Rolling Stone

“a massively overqualified cast”

“What went wrong? Everything, actually.”

“No one has to fake a bad review of this”

“The ending suggests that there’s a…sequel…Audiences have suffered enough.”

Also:

95% of Google users liked it

89% of Rotten Tomato audiences liked it

The average audience rating was 4.4/5 (18,619 reviews)

My mother, who doesn’t usually like superhero movies, says that this movie deserves at least 80% and that’s really something

[kentucky-fried-bucky]

Critics: Who could possibly enjoy this disaster of a movie?

Op:

[reystars]

I really want a movie where there’s this Dark Brooding Male Hero who’s like, a total badass, and during all the fight scenes he keeps getting flashbacks to happy images of his wife, and like his whole narrative is framed around his wife, and all the other heroes on his team know that he’s got this passion and vengeance and think it all has to do with his dead wife… but then near the end of the movie his wife shows up and he’s like “hey babe” they’re all shocked and they’re like, “Wait I thought all your power and passion came from avenging your dead wife?” and he’s like “no bro, I just really love my wife, she’s really cool, she’s what keeps me going” like… a reverse fridge

[correct-vampire-opinions]

Unfridge your wives 2017

[roundinviciouscircles]

Unfridge your wives 2018

[oliverqueenlance]

“This whole saving the world thing has kept me from seeing my wife for like, three days and I was really starting to miss her!”

[amuseoffyre]

“…I don’t understand. You said they destroyed your wife…” “We’d just saved up enough to buy a house. She had spent months on the interior design and we’d decorated it and these assholes levelled it with their oh-I’m-such-a-bad-guy lazer show. You have no idea how upset she was! It totally destroyed her! I told her I’d get vengeance, especially for our porch swing.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“It was a really good porch swing!”

[saints-row-2]

im only saying this once

the only acceptable jobs for spider-man

broke high schooler

broke college student

freelance photographer

high school teacher

unpaid intern

pizza delivery guy

research assistant for doomed scientific project

guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos

being spider-man

and thats IT i dont want any of this “hes a genius tech ceo making millions” SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.

[poiplefunguy]

how about dog walker while in spiderman costume

[crutchie-morris]

you. you get it

[thequantumqueer]

im imagining “being spider-man” as his full-time gig and i just

he has a patreon. the description is just the words “I’m Spider-Man” and all he ever posts is specifically-requested selfies from people who want to be sure its really him. pinned to the top of the page is a picture from the top of the empire state building (not the observation deck, the real top) of his spider-gloved hand holding a bagel that is on fire, with 34th street in the background

[dnd-homebrew5e]

[almightyfeelskraken]

Two kinds of stealth: 1) There were no witnesses  2) Leave no witnesses alive 

[iraffiruse]

[peterfromtexas-deactivated20250]

Next time you go walking around barefoot in the water…

[tyleroakley]

NOPE

[laindroid-blog]

No worries, that’s a Bobbit Worm. They live on the ocean floor, and unless you’re able to withstand a ton of pressure, you likely wouldn’t have your toesies nipped off by one since they live deeper than people walk on the ocean floor. Bobbit Worms are kinda cool. And they were named after Laurena Bobbit, who cut off her abusive husband’s penis and threw it out of her car window as she drove off.

[vibrantlyburntbanana-deactivate]

Wait.

[selectingabagel]

sir that’s my emotional support assassin

[bonesbuckleup]

[black-nata]

whoever said scooby doo isn’t intellectual: explain this then

[medusagirlfriend-blog]