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there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
Conservative men are addicted to sexism and rape culture.
Petition to replace it with children will be children so girls are be allowed to misbehave too and we remove the older age excuses of sexual violence from it.
happy pride month to HIM
OceanGate, the deep-sea exploration company that created the Titan submersible, has removed its Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and LinkedIn a
poor things, well we should definitely make this easier on them by never repeatedly mentioning their name and deeds on the "reblog things forever" website
yea that'd be a shame
by the way, just so everyone knows what not to do, shift+r reblogs a post instantly
just make sure you don't reblog anything about oceangate because that would completely undermine their entire plan 😇😇😇
You also shouldn't queue a post, that would make people keep remembering this post for a longer time, which is the opposite of forgetting
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its terrible for any number of reasons, but i think if we invent immortality there should be an extreme sport called civilizational speedrunning where teams of 20 go into the wilderness somewhere and try and be the fastest build the first internal combustion engine. i bet you could get it down to like 3 years tops
The real trick is to eat seed heavy food before the speedrun starts so your first poops are halfway to agriculture already
i want you on my team holy shit
Roommie reminiscing about how she stopped snoring in 2007/2008 because every time she started, she would wake up expecting to be smacked and turn to the side.
Me: “Oh, yeah, I had this long ruler next to my bed to reach across the tiny dorm room and hit you when you started… *jokingly* I hope that didn’t uncover your BDSM tendencies.”
Roommie: “Actually, now I think of it… I guess… thanks, I owe you one?”
Happy Pride 🌈 | The Golden Girls (1985-1992)
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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
works made by AI are not fanfiction, because they’re not fan-made. you didn’t write shit. you didn’t create shit. you are not a writer; you are not a creator. this isn’t art, this isn’t storytelling. this is just embarrassing for you.
if a single line of your work was made by generative AI then you should be fucking mortified.
exuse me my guy (gender neutral) you cannot put those tags on the family lore post like that friend 0_0
Oh, my dude (gender neutral), where to even start...
My parents being distant cousins – so I don't really remember the details and I am too lazy to look in myheritage... My mother's hobby is trying to reconstruct the family tree as far as possible, I think she is now somewhere in 17th century. Anyway, some time between the Serfdom Patent of 1781 and WWI, one member of her father's family decided that they no longer like the mountains in the south of the country... and moved to the mountains at the north of the country, where they married one of my father's paternal ancestors. It was far enough in the past for my geneticist to say it plays no role, but I like to say that it explains a lot about me and my siblings. I also would like to stress that the families are of different ethinicities. To make it funnier, infamously, at my parents' wedding in 1980s, my maternal grandfather had one too many, and started to trashtalk Germans, which my paternal grandfather kind of waved off as him being drunk, but it really upset my paternal grandmother, which in turn upset my slightly drunk father. So my parents ended up sitting in the front of the venue, my mother, four months pregnant and sober, comforting my sobbing, drunk father, as he hiccupped "but you knew we were Germans before we got married". If I had a TARDIS, I would go to that wedding, walk into the room, and say "well, you know you guys are all related so the ethnicity stuff is bullshit, right?"
My great-grandmother who died in botched abortion – in the year 1935, when my paternal grandmother was 3 years old and her sister a couple of years older, their parents found out that they are expecting a child. At that time, abortion was illegal in Czechoslovakia, based on the 1852 Austrian-Hungarian law, and both the person asking for the abortion, and the abortionist were facing charges. But the couple found themselves in trouble – they were already struggling to make ends meet with two children, and they for sure didn't have money for a "safe" abortion. They decided to help themselves, with a piece of wire. Unfortunately, my great-grandfather punctured the uterine wall and my great-grandmother died before they could get help. He went to prison charged with an illegal abortion and manslaughter. My grandmother only remembered "living with their mean aunt before the war". My great-grandfather became a staunch communist as a result, even when the regime turned sour, because he believed that if there was a communist rule in the 1930s, he would have had enough money to support another child. I am personally a firm believer in free contraceptives and safe, legal abortion for everyone who pursues it, no questions asked; and in that there is enough resources for everyone to live comfortably without struggling on a full-time income and we should make sure that happens.
My father's bloodline being mostly single mothers – well, as seen above, my father comes from a long line of piss-poor people. No one really cares if some peasant girl in the mountains gets in trouble. Sometimes they managed to get married later to a widower or sometimes someone would come forward and claim the child nad the mother. Mostly not. This exploration in the past open my mother's eyes in regards of her belief that people in the past didn't fuck before marriage. I think she read one too many Jane Austen novels.
The Brazilian side of the family – once upon a time, when he was 18, my great-uncle told his mom he’s going to the dance at the one village over. He disappeared and wrote a letter weeks later from a refugee camp in the what was the American sector of Germany after WWII. Some time later, he moved to Brazil. No one knew why. He was the second oldest child and the oldest son, and he stayed in touch with the brother who was closest in the age to him, and who died in 1988. Then no one was ever in touch with him again. There is a Christmas postcard from the 1990s in the documents that belong to my grandparents, where he apologised for his bad Czech and asked about the family. I think no one ever replied to it. Enter the internet and me being a busybody. I found in the immigration records online the scan of his arrival card from Rio de Janeiro. I was sitting at work one day around 2015 and read about the growing number of Facebook users in the world. I have tried before, but I decided to take an advantage of that and basically spammed that jpeg and message in English/google translated Portuguese to everyone in Brazil with the same surname. Eventually, a woman got back to me with google translated message that it’s her late father-in-law. Then she put me in touch with her daughter, who spoke English. So we exchanged some stories, I helped them identify people in the photos they had etc., we still follow each other on IG. They didn’t know why he left the country either. All we had was some vague story that his godmother told people about unhappy love but it didn’t track and people said she was making it up to be important. Enter me being bored at work in 2019. I was browsing archives and found actual report of his intake interview in the refugee camp the US army officer made. So we found out that he was working in Skoda and didn’t like the way the communist management was treating the employees and was very vocal about it. He was member of democratic organisations that were in opposition to the communists. And then they threatened him with prison and his family getting in trouble, his siblings being kicked out of schools… and they told him to get his affairs in order because they will come arrest him after the weekend. So he went home for the weekend and during it, left for Bavaria (not so far across the mountains). It was tactic used to made the “undesirable elements” leave the country.
I think one of the most tragic parts of regeneration must be, at least for the Doctor, having to comfort other people about your own death.
like you just went through a terribly traumatic event, felt every cell in your body die, lost your internal sense of self to the point you don’t even know your favourite foods anymore or what clothes you like to wear. and before you can even decide whether you will grow to like this new you, this you that you didn’t even properly choose to become, you have to prove to others that you’re still worthwhile.
you have to explain your traumatic death to people who don’t know, because they’ll never experience this and they know nothing of your culture, and beg your closest friends not to be angry. not to abandon you. you have to let them mourn the dead you while you’re still learning how to find joy in the new you. you have to assure them you’re still the same person they loved in the same few days where your name is only just on the tip of your tongue and all of your memories have different faces than your own.
your death didn’t happen to you, it happened to them, so there is no time to be insecure or decompress. you have to be the most You you’ve ever been, or they’ll leave. they always leave in the end, but you need them now more than ever, and if you aren’t You Enough, if they can’t move on from the old you, they’ll leave the new you all alone.
Sometimes they won’t even stick around that long. The mere idea of a new you will be too much, so you’ll have to pretend that you’d rather start your new life alone anyways.
When twelve said they prefer to die with their own kind so they aren’t buried too early, I can’t help but think it’s easier for smaller deaths too. You die with your own people because they know what it feels like, and they know it’s not about them.