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Don’t you have to read good books to be a good writer?
You need a balanced diet of Peak, Dogshit, indulgent tripe, top 40 shit, almost-peak, niche peak, and experimental avante garde shit.
There was recently a copyright infringement case in YA and I need everyone to know that the following sentence was in the legal decision:
“Hot, sexy, dangerous boys, central to virtually all young adult romance novels, cannot be copyrighted.”
“Regarding setting, the court held that both works taking place in Alaska high schools was not protectable because Alaska is a public place and setting a teen novel in a high school is a common genre convention.”
Freeman v. Deebs-Elkenaney | Loeb & Loeb LLP
I've read the entire decision (skimming over the purely legal precedent/definitions bit) and here are some of my favorite bits:
every time adobe does some bullshit with their software you get motherfuckers going "now's a good time to remind everyone TintonProClips is completely free and has all the same features as After Effects" and you look it up and it's linux-only and the ui is in yucatec maya
people talk about how we need to bring back "don't feed the trolls" rhetoric for modern internet ragebait and I agree but also I think the most useful thing from the Old Internet that I miss is LURKING
be a lurker. just read things and think about them without feeling the need to weigh in or call out or disseminate everything you encounter. it's so nice and so freeing and it's a good way to learn things.
I have frequently regretted getting involved in shit that didn't involve me online but you know what I've never regretted doing? Lurking. literally lurk moar
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Watching TikTok try and rewrite fandom history by saying fandom culture was created by teenage girls makes me eye twitch to an extent I’ve never felt it twitch before. The middle aged women printing out Spirk erotica to share with each other in the 1900s did not die for this!!!! How dare you erase our important historic moments!!! You would be nowhere without the 30 year old women who dedicated their free time to making these spaces happen. Put some respect on their names!!!!
#this is true but 'in the 1900s' just murdered me in my chair#that's not incorrect but also that's WRONG
#bro was flabbergasted New clip from Interview With the Vampire Season 3
saw a 'that old man' version and was compelled to make this. the og femslash
play dumb! (not that dumb!)
loustat talking and flirting with each other before lestat knew about the book. oldmaniel out there ruining two of louis' marriages back to back you can't make this up lmfaoo
wait people sleep with their doors closed????
okay now im curious. reblog this with where youre from and if you sleep with your door open or closed
how do you leave your door when you sleep
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and scooting's what they'll doot
one of these doots these boots are gonna scoot all over yoot
you are forgetting the Amulet. the Amulet protects me from such curses
chapter 9/9: husband.
title: meet me halfway pairing: dean/cas rating: E word count: ~38k total; chapter: ~4800 tags: bed sharing, sam is oblivious, bisexual awakening, first times, queer joy (ultimately) COMPLETE!
summary:
Dean is so determined to be normal about Cas and what Cas said, so determined for things to get back to normal, that he starts counting his victories. First, he can touch Cas just like he did before--easy. He can comfort him after a nightmare--no problem. He doesn't even think about the fact that Cas is in love with him when Dean's moving around the bunker post-shower, as dressed down as he ever got before, just boxers and his robe closed over them. He's not even worried. Not even thinking twice about what Cas might see. Very natural, very cool; he can be cool about this. It's just that, along with that, he can't stop thinking about the fact that Cas is in love with him. And when they start watching that fucking schmoopy ass show with Jack, Dean can't stop thinking about that kid, Nick, and where his story's going to go. Why does it matter so much to him anyway? --- aka Dean watches Heartstopper, and it fixes him.
"Cas," he rasps, "Cas, would you fuck me?"
Cas's hand stutters in its rhythm, and Dean's hips pick up the slack, because the idea of there not being any motion is truly the worst thing he could think of right now.
"Are you sure?" He sounds breathless, a little unsure. When they started exploring their bedroom options, they only briefly talked about this, tabled it for after their exploration of just fingers for now, maybe after getting some toys. But right now, Dean wants to feel Cas--everywhere. Wants to feel him everywhere. Wants to cross this threshold that still feels like some kind of final barrier, only something made up in his mind, but still there, nonetheless.
"I mean, we'll--we'll call an audible if it hurts too much."
"I'm... not sure I understand that reference, but I know what you mean, anyway." Cas is thinking, which sucks because it means his hand isn't moving still, and then he lays his other hand on Dean's knee. "I'll--yes, okay. But I need my hand back for a minute."
"Stupid," Dean mutters. "I miss your angel powers."
Cas huffs and then, tragically, is no longer finger-fucking him. "Of course you miss them now."
Dean's heart is still racing, even while his body is cooling down a little in the pause where logistics have to be considered. He glances down at himself, at the fucking mess he's made on his stomach, his cock leaking everywhere, and it's like he's seeing himself--really, who he is now, at least in the basest way possible. A bi guy, about to be fucked out of his mind (hopefully) for the first time. There are still nerves in there--what if it's bad, what if it hurts, what if, what if, what if--but he knows the answer to all those questions is just that he'll tell Cas, and it'll all be fine. This last barrier is starting to feel more like the last boss, something that Dean is facing down with some nerves, but a determination too. Like he can come out of the other side with a championship cup in being a queer dude: he got fucked in the ass.
Maybe it's silly. But he wants that championship cup.
read on ao3: 1: meet. | 2: crush. | 3: kiss. | 4. secret. | 5. friend. | 6. girls. | 7. bully. | 8. boyfriend. | husband.