Authors writing fanfics without consuming the source material to me is like those Oscar judges that don't watch the movies.
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Authors writing fanfics without consuming the source material to me is like those Oscar judges that don't watch the movies.
So uhm I didn't knew abt what was happening with Andreas Rönberg and that stuff bcs I literally just entered COF fandom, wth do I do now 🚹
not being able to talk about the thing you're hyperfixated on is so fucking hard
I like to think that the first thing Jason and Dick bond over as brothers is there interest in red heads.
This is honestly a hilarious scenario, though I think it would have played out a little differently given that Jason was like 12 and Dick was figuring out this whole big brother thing at the time. So I imagine it was more like:
Jason, on the cusp of puberty and faced with all the beautiful redheads in Dick's life: Your friends are all so cool. And hot.
Dick: Yeah, they sure ar- wait a minute, you're a child! Guys, stop corrupting my little brother!
That of course doesn't stop Jason from falling for redheads and years later Dick and Jason will finally bond over their shared appreciation for them (you know, when they are both old enough that it's not quite as awkward anymore).
Me: wants tattoos inspired by my favorite things.
Me: wants small and simple tattoos that won't cover my entire body.
Also me: has like 500 favorite movies, books, songs etc. Ends up with nothing.
today’s good thing is making dinner plans two days in advance, so you have just enough time to check out the menu online to plan what you’re going to eat but not long enough to second-guess everything up to and including if your friends really like you and wonder if they see how much of a disaster you are.
sometimes i think to myself: oh, i don't really have sensory issues
then yesterday i put on a button-down shirt without the usual ribbed tank top underneath and the feeling of the shirt's fabric on my bare torso made it so that for a full 30 seconds, i wanted to crawl out of my own skin
then it was time to go to work, and anxiety won out and i wore it