#about m

[blog-anonymous-m]

as strongly as i believe in seperating art from the artist, i cannot and will not be seperating d4vd from his music. it is far too intertwined with what he did to that girl.

[weewookinard]

Went to an artist convention centered around LGBTQ+ fictions and the only 911 fanart was buddie.... I am sad plz is someone selling their art for my living room?

I'll show you what I thought when I'm home 😌

[jungkooksvape]

about 🤍 ♡ m ♡ they/she ♡ 94 line ♡ multi-stan but bts is forever my ult ♡ occasional writer and frequent yapper ♡ would love to be your friend, but pls know that much like a rehomed shelter animal, i am skittish and wary of strangers at first ♡ i used to be @here2bbtstrash! if you're looking for my old writing, you can find it on that blog's masterlist. my new stuff lives here!

dni 🤍 ♡ minors, bootlickers, bigots, btspoppers, shippers, sasaengs, etc. ♡ i am not for everyone; you are always more than welcome to silently unfollow/block if you dislike me or my content!

[everythingseasoning]

[sad-boy-hours]

What did I do wrong- I thought I did everything right and it was just silly- what did I do wrong-

[mad-madam-m]

So I was chatting with @kalira last night and we got to talking about older file formats and programs (because we started writing on Ye Olde Computers), and I mentioned how my very first fics are all in .wri format, which was the old Microsoft Write program from like...Windows 3.1. I had converted a couple of those old documents to .doc and .rtf back in the early aughts, but there were probably 6 or 7 that I’d never converted, which was Not Great as time marched on and .wri files became deprecated.

Over the past ~10 years, literally nothing I have tried would open those files; all the Microsoft stuff I can find basically says to use WordPad, which will (technically) open the files, but they are chock-full of so many random characters that they’re virtually unusable. I figured I’d have to manually pull the content out of each one, but as these are all novel-length stories...uh...that was going to be an Intensive Process.

Anyway, after that, I woke up this morning thinking that, hey, it’s been a few years since I’ve tried; I should search again and see if I can find anything that can open .wri files so I can save them in a newer, readable format.

What I found was an article that said, basically, “try LibreOffice.” The most recent review I found said that it would open most legacy file types, and honestly as long as it would 1) open them in a readable format and 2) let me copy-paste them into a new Word doc, then I was going to be a happy camper.

So I installed it, figuring what the hell, and used it to open the oldest .wri file on my system, a Star Wars fic.

And for the first time in nearly 20 years, I could READ MY FIRST FANFIC.

I’ve now opened and saved all of those old files as .docx files, so God willing, they should be readable for a long time to come.

So this is just a reminder: if you have old files that you haven’t converted to a newer format, do that before you (potentially) lose that ability entirely. And if you have legacy file types like .wri files specifically, give LibreOffice a try to get them open again.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I can’t really put this anywhere else, so I’m putting it here. Personal stuff below.

So last March, my brother came to visit and we finished cleaning my dad’s things out of my mother’s house. This consisted of the things that really made him, him. Books, stamp collection. vinyl collection. The Porn (help that was not a fun time, and yet the funniest thing to see the 1-800-Got-Trash guys haul out box after box of old, musty, gross Playboy mags). It was all divided up, with my brother taking some, and me taking some, and my mother keeping very little (and non of the dirty mags).

And the rest was just...discarded. It was so old and musty and falling apart and really, no one who wasn’t sentimental over my father would have wanted it.

I offered books to his siblings, and all three of them passed. They wanted nothing. Well, that’s not true. Apparently at least one of them wanted the expensive things. And uh. No.

But three things really stuck with me:

1. My father made it clear he didn’t want a memorial, or a shiva, so there was no way to formally grieve him in a communal way, robbing our family of that ritual.

2. He was not a well-liked man, and very few people would have shown up, most likely.

3. There is a sense amongst our family - and it’s a bit true - that things are better now that’s dead.

And I am not okay with any of these things, and I’m not over it. I’ve been struggling since March to really make sense of any of it. Which is weird, because he died in June of 2021. So it’s been nearly 2 years, and I am...

Still wrapping my head around all of these things.

And March was when I started churning out fic like a motherfucker, because I was using it as a coping mechanism. I mean, I still am in a lot of ways. It was an escape. It was a way to think about other things for a while. To not worry so much about these big, scary things that have me wracking my brains for answers when there are none.

I’ve done a lot of withdrawing from other people in my in-person life because it was easier than the mess in my head. And uh...the person who has, in the past, been able to nudge me out of that space has been dead for a few years. So. I have to try to nudge myself.

Anyways. I’m really trying to sort all this out now, so many months later. I’ll get there. But I’m very tired, and kind of feeling like I don’t know how to handle people anymore.

Shit’s tough. And there wasn’t really anywhere else I could put all this without eliciting some reactions from people in my in-person life that might be...less than supportive. So it’s here.