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Happiness Will Come To You.

12goblins

when tho

fuckthisbloganditscurses

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

wizardshark

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

zigxortega

zac--efren

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

scientiablr

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

sncrlynwtms

fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.

“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”

if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.

iguessweallcrazyithinktho

rainbowd00dles

horror movie night with the foxes

please do not use, edit or post my art to other sites

heyimboredtalktome

solangelokisses

pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid

This was actually a request sent by @seven-halfbloods

OOOOOP!!!! Pride with the babies🥺🥺🥺 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜✨✨

risujoves

one-black-coffeee-deactivated20

(i’m pretty sure i saw this concept somewhere but i can’t find the original post)

Neil starts using s’il vous plaît as an alternative to please. not often, just when he wants Andrew to know that not only does Neil genuinely want something if Andrew is willing to give it, but also that it is entirely Andrew’s decision. the first time, Andrew scowls and tells him to fuck off, entirely unsure as to what to do with the fact that there was none of that feeling of disgust at the words. Neil gradually starts to say it more often, quietly, letting Andrew block it out if he wanted. he doesn’t. and one day, when they’re doing everything to avoid studying, on Andrew’s bed, Andrew looks over at Neil and asks why. Neil holds out his hand and Andrew rests his own in Neil’s. gently, Neil traces out the letters on Andrew’s skin and translates. if it pleases you. not a demand nor a concern for the pleasure of the one asking. only a question of Andrew’s comfort. a reassurance that, no matter what, Neil takes Andrew’s comfort and boundaries more seriously than anything. that he wants Andrew to be comfortable.

Andrew raises the percentage. Neil just grins.

inkskinned

write bad poetry.

wrap your mouth into a cliche. write about icarus, write about roses. write about the flowers in your ribs and the stain of your fingertips and the skin of your knees. write about cigarettes and getting high and kissing the wrong person. and space; write about space over and over in sixty iterations of it, write about star-blood and star-crossed and star-glowing, write about universes and galaxies and gladiators in constellations. write about the space between two people in a small room, write about the space that is too small no matter how big it is, write about the space that is too big no matter how small it is. write yourself a star and eat it, tinfoil-tasting, on the floor of your kitchen, while you regret missing your mother’s cooking. but write it.

write ugly. use too many undercase letters because you’re pretentious. USE ONLY CAPITAL LETTERS BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT A SCREAM TRAPPED UNDER YOUR FINGERNAILS. ,, cut & paste grammar (? who gives a shit ?) ,, r3inv3nt so much u come back 2 l33t speak, dial it down a bit. write in the language of flaubert, then dickens, then the language your father used before he learned english. then write the language of talking to your dog, then write the language of high school essays on books you never finished. utilize the word utilize where it don’t belong. fall in and out of love with contractions. accidentally become bukowski for a hot sec, grow out of it.

write things you wish you hadn’t. write stuff so bad you can’t help groaning. write things that end in “a;sljflk jfg h” because they petered out while you were typing. write things that feel childish and use so much rhyme it throws you out of it. write things that feel grown-up and unfamiliar, too formal to function, up-their-own-asses. write things too enigmatic; forget what you wrote them about, but tell yourself it’s for the best. write things too obvious. go through a micro-poetry spell, go through a prose-poetry spell, fish the bottom of the box for x-ray goggles and write about how the cereal felt. write about your cat and the rug and un-deep fake-deep terrible stuff.

write things you really wish you hadn’t. stuff that hurts to read and hurts to look at later, stuff that makes your skin uncomfy and your body crawl. write stuff that looks better at the back of your closet. but stuff you can’t get rid of, really, not ever. stuff that, afterwards, makes you feel heavier. stuff that somehow, impossibly, kinda makes you lighter.

write about stuff you don’t really understand, write about social problems you barely experience, write about slam poetry. write about power outlets, write in the style of internet poets, write frost-length sonnets on how pink her lips are.

write bad. write worse. write bottom-of-the-barrel, and then keep scraping it. keep digging in it. god, how many people are too scared of being bad that they just. never get around to it. that they never even start doing it. what if all they have to say is silly shit about lost love or greek myths or a good kiss. what if they’re bad at it.

be bad at it. do you know how fucking rebellious and wonderful that truly, i mean truly is? and that’s poetry, man. the act of being so vulnerable, you’re willing to completely suck at it. big ideas in small boxes. it takes a long time before you get the packaging to fit.

go write bad poetry. i can’t wait to read it.

schaduwen-deactivated20220817

everything is bothering me but i am being so brave about it

cardigarden

Just to reiterate that reblog from a while ago about ffnet dying and how one day probably soon we’re gonna blink and it’ll just be gone:

I’m trying to make backups of the few things I’m not too embarrassed to keep from Way Back When (because I’m also like 4+ computers beyond what I originally wrote that shit on and some of it got lost in data migrations)

And guys

The password recovery is NON FUNCTIONAL.

That site is circling the drain, so if you’ve got stuff on there you want to keep, go save it now.

This has been a PSA from your local digital archivist/ fandom old.

monstrousgourmandizingcats

Note on FF.net: in Firefox, if you go to “View” and switch from “Basic Page Style” to “No Style”, it becomes possible to copy and paste from the site.

scoobycool9

Anyone got tricks like that for Chrome or edge?

still-intrepid

Use the mobile version of the site – on any web browser, replace www in the URL with m. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6829556/2/ becomes https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6829556/2/ and you can now copy and paste.

fixyourwritinghabits

PSA!

homesteadchronicles

In case you need to hear it from someone: you have my full permission to enjoy works of media that are not considered “good”.

Not everything we love has to be of the highest quality. If that low-budget, slapped-together, hot mess of a story/show/etc. hits home with you? Love it. Talk about it. Be unapologetically thankful for it!

And for us creators? May we remember that even our worst works can still be beloved by someone who needed them.

sxcvghjm

Huevember: orange

summerprairies

Nico and Will

lesbinewren

don’t let anyone on this website call you cringe they literally have a tumblr account

undeadhousewife

What I love about this site is the fact it's the closest I've gotten to pre-2000 internet in years. No one knows anyone's real name, photos are entirely optional, and we're pretty sure at least one of our mutuals is 100% lying about everything. There's a reason it's one of the only social media sites I keep coming back to. It somehow manages to be just as horrible, enjoyable, and chaotic as 1990s chat rooms used to be.