Ghost boy

Your just a ghost. This won't last. // fandom//random shit and more. They/He. Queerpoc. so many years on this bitch of an earth and i still cant sleep.

[spidereyed-mossboy]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/Summary: Kavinsky becomes a father. And to a beautiful baby girl.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[lovely-v]

Being crazy about a piece of media for any amount of time will leave a weird mark on you forever because years later you’ll see someone posting something about it like “can we talk about this frame” and you’ll be like “ah that frame. i know all about that frame. I was once a scholar of that frame.”

[chaoticgremelin]

I knew I would love Kevin when Neil said he wasnt good enough to play with Kevin Day and Kevin answered "true, but irrelevant"

What a fucking cunt. A diva behaving like a diva right in front of my very own eyes. He immediately had my heart.

One line, three words and that bitch already had me.

[whatwereyouthinkingaboutagain]

kevin “it’s easier to remain heterosexual” day having enough homoerotic subtext with five different men that i’ve literally only ever seen him shipped with guys will never not be funny

Edit: can’t believe i forgot kevseth i apologize

[neilsdinosaur]

rip seth you would’ve pointed and laughed at andrew choking kevin

[ajosm86]

"can i go next?" - seth gordon

[mxrderscenes]

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[galadrieljones]

Serious advice tho if this happens, it's likely because you already wrote past the end of the scene and wandered too far from the more logical transition point, and you should go back to the last time the writing felt "unforced" and cut everything after.

You can also just skip the transition. Really good writing can span years in a single sentence, like you can just authoritatively state fact and your reader will go with it.

[xalphafox]

This is GOLD! You just saved me like thousands of therapy costs lmao

[headspace-hotel]

When I was writing my fic last few months the strategy I used was "just skip all the scenes I don't want to write" and it worked great in my opinion

[kushichiba]

[tactiletelekonesis]

wait hold on i never see people talk about this specific part of aaron’s bonus chapter and it drives me fucking crazy

“Someone like you wouldn’t understand the importance of hiding scars.” can we talk about how significant this line is???? aaron has andrew so on the backfoot in this conversation that andrew is trying to deflect by bringing up his scars. his scars, of all things. he’s seeing discussion of neil as such dangerous territory that he’s willing to risk aaron figuring out he has self harm scars

and aaron KNOWS he’s implying something, he just is so focused on his goal that he tables it for later. “There was something more there; he could feel a warning heat along the back of his thoughts.” he’s not stupid!! he knows andrew is trying to distract him with a secret!!! once he takes the time to focus on it, he’ll put the pieces together with a little effort

and andrew KNOWS this. he is banking on aaron putting it together and hoping it’ll pull the conversation off track. it doesn’t work, but that’s his goal. he doesn’t want to talk about neil with betsy so badly that he decides he’d rather aaron know he has self harm scars than allow the conversation to continue

everyone focuses on aaron’s snarky comments and the fact that he wins but i never see anything about the fact that andrew gives up this secret to try to avoid talking about neil. it’s crazy!!!

and on the next page we get the line “Andrew was picking idly at his jeans: an agitated tic that had mostly disappeared once his medicine was out of his system. Maybe he was a thousand miles from here, pretending this conversation wasn’t happening, or maybe he needed a few more moments to come to terms with their easy acceptance.” the whole scene is just andrew being uncomfortable and on edge when he can’t steer the conversation in the direction he wants. he’s so uncomfortable that he’s indulging in a nervous tic he has more control of now than he had in the past and using his own closely guarded secrets as bait to try to get control back

i’m going insane i’m like that one iasip “can we talk about the mail?” meme but with this scene (meme under the cut)

[valtsv]

basically the best thing any character can do is decide they don't want to be afraid anymore - in fact they never want to be afraid of anything ever again - and take action so drastic they fail to realise that this too is a decision motivated by fear. or to account for the Consequences of that.

[valtsv]

[with obvious perverted intent] hey. don't you want to release the safety catches on that character. don't you want to flip off all the switches holding them back and let the control rods go.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

they seriously expected us to worship cops & soldiers when street cleaners and sanitation workers exist? fuck off i know who my heroes are

[sluglover666]

Hot take, but even if you ARE punching up (instead of punching sideways at a group that is in the same boat as you), there's a limit to what you can say without sounding like a violent facist but woke this time.

Making fun of a group of people that are privileged over you is one thing, but wishing non-cartoonish violence and death on them ("they should fall off a cliff" vs. "they should be wiped out"), wishing sexual violence on them, dehumanising them, claiming that they're less capable of creating art or living meaningful lives, saying that their relationships are inherently shallow and fake - these things are fucked up. I understand venting and saying extreme things when in pain, but when you find yourself regularly posting about wanting certain people tortured and killed, you need to examine that.

When the only thing stopping you from completely dehumanising someone is your own judgement regarding their privilege level relative to yours, you are not a safe person to be around.

[zhenya-grey]

anyone saying "this is a non-issue" needs to look up and learn about the Rwandan genocide and understand that they thought they were punching up.

There's other examples of this too, but that's one of the easiest to access info on

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down

[alettertofutureme]

History is not done with us yet my friend

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit

[inkskinned]

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

[enchantedanimal]

Ain't no way this is going to be our guy on the inside

[komy-0o]

kelp effect ☁️~

[icybastionsamurai]

[waitingforthesunrise]

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

[creative-anchorage]

[sycamorality]

would anyone's imaginary cheetah be friends with mine...

[arsonstick]

my imaginary cheetah would be friends with yours

[sycamorality]

okay!