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@getawayfrommeholyhell
Okay. Someone asked me how I feel about writing fiction in a world that still needs actual activism and hands-on work to make life better. They said something similar to, “I get pulled away from writing fiction because I feel guilty for not making tangible benefit to the world. Isn’t fiction just escapism?”
But I also got the following message, which I’m filing some of the serial numbers off of, as it were:
“I just wanted to tell you something. When I was 18 years old, my life was a fucking mess. I worked at a store that sold comic books and one day I stumbled upon Spider and the filthy assistants. Your comic kept me from killing myself. There is a character limit here so I can’t say everything I want to but thank you. From the very deepest part of my heart.”
I post this not to self-aggrandise. It is not a unique message, for good or ill. I get them surprisingly regularly. Frankly, messages like that scare the hell out of me, because I’m not very smart and not a very clever writer and I fuck up all the time.
But fiction speaks to people. Even fiction like mine acts to tell someone, somewhere, that they’re not alone.
You want tangible, social benefits to writing fiction? There are people walking around today because other people wrote words that spoke to them. That’ll do.
And thank you.
You want tangible, social benefits to writing fiction? There are people walking around today because other people wrote words that spoke to them. That’ll do.
- Warren Ellis (via jennirl)
if you’re bitter and you know it run a blog
The perfect image to greet new followers with.
LOOK AT THESE HARDASS MOTHER FUCKERS.
YA’LL WANNA SEE WHAT A “REAL FAN” LOOKS LIKE
CUZ THERE’S ONE STANDING IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO DEFINE WHAT A “REAL FAN” IS
WHAT MAKES ONE FAN MORE “REAL” THAN ANOTHER
MINE KEEPS ME QUITE COOL IN THE SUMMER MONTHS
I’m LAUGHING BECAUSE JUST THESE PANELS ON THEIR OWN SEEM LIKE BRUCE REALLY CAN’T COMPREHEND OR BELIEVE WHAT THE FUCK DICK IS WEARING. LIKE HE NEEDS TO TAKE OFF THE COWL BECAUSE WHAT IF IT’S MESSING WITH HIS EYESIGHT IT HAS TO BE THEN HE TAKES IT OFF AND IT’S LIKE
OH GOD.
WHY DOES YOUR POST ONLY HAVE 200 NOTES MEANWHIEL THE ONE YOU SUBMITTED TO ME HAS LIKE 2000 WTF
do re me fa so done with you
wait a second
My thoughts exactly
I was trying to GIF a scene from Hot Fuzz, and I must say
kudos to Simon Pegg
for maintaining his grumpy cat face
for this entire run
finding someone who ships the same unpopular pairing as you
every time I use “they” to refer to a single gender-unknown person on Tumblr, another piece of my grammar-filled heart shatters, and the pieces scatter at the bottom of hell
“They” has been a singular pronoun for hundreds of years, you melodramatic dipshit.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH?
do you ever just refuse to go to bed because that means tomorrow is going to happen
omg someone put this into words