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@islayandlochs
So uh, weird TLDR here:
Y’all probably know me from at least one of three things:
1.) Star Wars
2.) DechartGames on Twitch and Discord
3.) Outlander/Fic/Period Drama Twitter
SO: I’m going to reintroduce myself?
Hi! I’m Grace or Gracie! But also: Ami, Amidala, Isla, Islay, or “GODDAMN IT LEONARD” screamed in my general direction.
Lovely to see you all here again, and we’ll see where it goes?
please forgive me, but isn't this what everyone was thinking???
OUTLANDER | 1x01, 8x10
Huge shout out to all the people who read fics. Who actually take the time out of their busy days to open a fic and read it
Before I started writing in earnest, I did not understand how much writing was going to eat into my fic reading time. We joke about having too many tabs open, but I have a different problem: the amount of tabs I have open on new fics is way smaller than it used to be. My ao3 wrapped would be a sad affair. Unless I’ve subscribed to an author or come across something on my dash, I basically don’t see it
Which has really driven home for me how much fandom cannot just be creators. You have to have people who want to read fic and meta discussions and joke posts. You have to have people who want to look at art and gifs. It has to be mutual.
Community thrives on flow. You have to have that movement of people sharing things with each other for a community to exist
Thank you fic readers. You keep things flowing
The writer's barely disguised longing for a soft life shared with someone who loves them
explaining to my doctor that im getting artifacts in my vision but its not like floaters or anything i just keep seeing an ancient staff and a cursed dagger and shit wherever i look
My local library had a days since James Patterson last published counter.
official library post
I need non-librarians to understand that this is not a celebratory counter. It's a plea for help.
no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music
10000 YEAR OLD ROCK ART OF GIRAFFES FOUND IN LIBYA LET'S GO
YES!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
of note: 95% of libya is desert, and giraffes are not found there! but this predates not just the libyan desert, but the entire sahara desert it's a part of! giraffes aren't found there any more and this is a memory of a time when things were giraffier
also apparently this rock art dates across multiple periods spanning thousands of years? but i couldn't find much detail on that so i can't give specifics
but yeah, this isn't just a memory of giraffes, but of giraffes now absent encountered by people just 2000 years (the difference between the late roman republic and today) out of the ice age, in a climate unfamiliar to any of the hundred billion people born since the desertification of the sahara drove the ancient egyptians to the nile, near the start of the agricultural revolution
the time between this and the birth of the sahara was nearly as long as the time between the birth of the sahara and now, in which all recorded history is contained, and all languages we can recognise at all - the language and culture of these people would be totally alien to current libyans, twice the difference between the oldest european language and english, predating all but libya's mountains!
and we have pictures of giraffes of the time! what a beautiful gift from such a distant past
Giraffiti
You're the only Roman senator who wasn't briefed on the whole 'kill Julius Caesar' thing.
Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.
Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.
She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.
So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.
“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”
She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may set conditions.”
“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”
“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”
“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.”
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My bestie @islayandlochs got this comment on one of their fics, and she sent it to the group chat her, myself and @wolfsilverlight are in:
I'm calling this comment and the person who wrote it out because crap like this shouldn't be ignored. And since I am her editor, and have their permission, I'm gonna be the one to do it.
First and foremost, IT'S FANFICTION. This is a HOBBY for most of us! And it's bullshit like this that makes authors feel like they can't write and never do it again. We've lost countless amazing, talented writers because too many readers can't remember this. It's not that fucking deep. It's for fun. We do this shit for FREE.
Second, there is a big difference between constructive criticism and character assassination. In my opinion, the point of the comment section is to leave feedback. ON THE STORY. The STORY is supposed to get the feedback. This person destroyed that barrier the moment they started name calling and degrading Grace on a personal level.
Because had this person actually known Grace, none of this would have been said. It would have all been lies. That's why I call it character assassination. This person read A FUCKING ONE SHOT, not even the main story this one shot is based off of, and went on a tirade of personal insults about a life they know nothing about just because they didn't like what they read.
People in the Outlander fandom have told me that I am a great writer, and that this fandom is less without my work, but I wish I could be half the writer Grace is. They put WAY more thought into their stories and take canon into consideration with more respect that I ever did. I am honored to be her editor. More than that, I am honored to be their friend. The last 5 years have been brighter and more fun because she's part of it.
Whoever the fuck scratchyscribbles is can have all the fucking seats. On a cactus. Naked. And learn some fucking respect while they're at it.
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Anyway go read Grace's works!
Never theonk agian
Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom
Me, culturally Protestant, walking into a Catholic church filled balls to the walls with paintings sculptures candles and god knows what else: why’s there so much stuff
Me, Orthodox, walking into a western church: w h e r e a r e t h e b o n e s
Me, vampire, walking into any denominational holy place: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me, a janitor, sweeping up the vampires ashes: where the fUCk did all this dirt come from
You could draw a Bard Owl who's a barred owl.
Good idea!
I just wanna be real clear, this blog and Tumblr itself is not for conservatives, right wing ogres, and Trump supporters.
Eat shit. Die, go to hell, and get off of Tumblr. This is not for you. You don't belong here.
everyone deserves a lifechanging lesbian experience. not a woman? simply have a lifechanging experience with a lesbian. im thinking a noble quest or hiding a body together or something.
