POV: you tried to watch Shazam 2 in your local cinema, but two out of four cinemas are broken. Now as a cinema manager you didn't think anyone would watch Shazam 2 at 4:30PM on a Thursday. But here we are, the two of us, the only ones trying to watch it and they realised they have to let us watch it somehow.
Because apparently they put this movie in one of the broken cinemas on purpose
Cause they thought no-one would watch it
So now they have to improvise and we're sitting in a completely dark cinema
Just in case anybody wanted to know my reactions to the end of The Last Olympian..... I did not handle it with grace and dignity. There were a lot of tears, and a lot of me losing my shit.
sometimes i wonder if im doing things right. going about life the way im supposed to. im always second-guessing my every move because there isn't exactly a step by step guide to life. but with him ive realized that i must have done something right for our paths to cross and for him to stick around
I'm feeling a little sentimental and nostalgic today and I keep on seeing all these posts of the first piece of bughead fanfiction that someone read and I thought I would contribute mine.
Pieces of My Heart by @lazydaizies
And thus started my journey into easing myself back into reading fanfiction and then head first diving back into writing fanfiction.
What's that, my friends? You ask me what my plans are for tonight? Well, the sensible thing would be to get some writing done because I'd like to post my new chapter on Monday. But the anxiety ridden part of my body is screaming at me to bleach my hair blonde tonight, so that's probably what I'm going to do.
I know nobody asked, but I will be posting before and after pictures later. So there's that to look forward to, for your evening entertainment.
We all like for the work that we slave over to get recognized. It’s not like that’s why I started writing fanfiction, but it’s a nice perk. But every once in awhile I get caught up in the numbers.
Why didn’t this chapter get more hits?
People aren’t commenting, they don’t like my stuff.
I don’t feel motivated when I’m not getting recognition.
These used to be things that I thought constantly, and I used to get so excited to post a new chapter because it was something I worked hard and now I was going to get what I wanted the most. Validation.
But somewhere along the lines, I stopped worrying about hits, and comments, and how many reblogs I got on Tumblr. And I started really paying attention to that kudos count.
And it changed the way I thought about validation. That person sent me a heart. They stopped long enough to click that little button, to let me know that they liked something that I created. And then I start thinking about what it would look like if all those people were in my house.
For my first chapter of Unhinged, I got 32 kudos. That’s 32 people sitting in my living room. I have a 900 sq foot house. We would barely fit. Then I think about I Deal in Ice. That one is 585. Five hundred eighty-five people......
I would have to rent out a hall for all of us to fit. A. Hall.
And then I think about this community, and how we lift each other up, how we celebrate each otherès talents. And I feel so happy to be a part of something so special.
Anyways, all of this is just a long way of saying thanks for sitting in my living room. Thanks for cheering me on.
