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sheislucifer

let me make myself very clear, on this blog its:

fuck donald trump

fuck ICE

immigrants are not illegal

free palestine

black lives have and will always matter

trans rights forever and always

pro choice

healthcare should be free

house the homeless

keep religion out of schools

LGBTQ+ rights

fuck the tories

if you dont agree, fuck off.

all-ura

Let me just remind you guys that...

AI fanfiction is not fanfiction

wizzardhat

Chronic pain is like: I'm in pain. "Well, you really shouldn't let that stop you from doing things." Ok, I guess I'll keep doing this even though I'm in pain. "Well, if the pain was really that bad, then it would stop you from doing things, so it's probably not that bad." Actually, it got worse because I kept doing things. "Well, why would you overdo it and hurt yourself? You should know your limits." Ok, fine. I know my limit, and I have reached it. I need to rest. "Okay, but last week you did all this other stuff, so I know you CAN do more, so I think you're just making excuses?" Ok.

#disability #chronic pain #chronic illness

immaplatypus

“so this week my town made the news for—” nope

“there’s a restaurant two miles from my house called—” nope

“today I learned [celeb] went to my high school—” nope nope nope nope nope

these are all real posts I’ve seen on the internet that allowed me to identify a user’s hometown instantly. if it’s a small town, that’s doubly dangerous, because a bad actor could trace you just by a unique first name or selfie you once posted. in an age where doxxing and stalking are some of the worst I’ve ever seen it, you HAVE to think twice about what you’re posting online.

i once saw a 13-year old post an image they noted as being “a few miles from their house.” it had a theater in the shot with a unique enough name to be local. one google maps search, now everyone knew not only what city they lived in, but the possible neighborhoods in that radius too. and they had a HUGE following…who all knew this was a 13-year-old child.

so yeah. not to sound like a 90s internet safety PSA…but I’m gonna be that PSA for a minute.

if you’re posting an image, there is NO need to say that you live there. you could just be traveling. “saw this in Montana” is better than “saw this by my house!”

before you post about a venue, especially a restaurant or small store, check and see if it’s local—CRUCIALLY if it has only one or two locations. people might travel to arenas or convention centers, but they’re far less likely to be traveling to Bartleby’s Fish and Chips. if it’s an anecdote and you still live nearby, you can honestly just leave the name out entirely.

if you’re sharing a news story, it can just be a story you found and wanted to share. you don’t have to clarify “it happened in my town,” because even if you don’t mention your town name, an easily-googled news article will.

if you’re seeing a concert or meeting a celebrity on a tour that’s stopped locally, wait until they’ve hit a few more venues before you post about it, or at the very least wait until you get home. this is honestly a smart move for any event you attend: unless you’re marketing yourself, there’s no need to advertise your location in real time.

check your selfie backgrounds for anything identifying. this includes city names on venues, school names, street signs, and house numbers.

this stuff is flexible if you no longer live in your hometown, or if your city is particularly big, but there’s STILL no reason to tie yourself to your school, your workplace, or your street. you can call it paranoid, but as someone who’s seen my friends get literal death threats over fictional characters before, the last thing I want is someone willing to act on those threats finding out where they live.

anyway. PSA over. does a kickflip or whatever

#internet safety #be safe ya'll #seriously be safe #think before you post

detectivehole

kinda obsessed with these, clearly beginner, rings on Etsy being marketed as garnet when i'd bet money that they are glass

the metal work is. certainly better than what i've ever made, so i don't want to speak to harshly. but uh. um.

detectivehole

therealyamihirugashi

This is the energy I saw in that crash out and I'm here for it:

warmfigure

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

unlettered-heathen

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

#the person I reblogged this from is amazing #go check out her Hazbin Hotel fic #it's so good

luna-azzurra

Being a writer means arguing with a person who doesn't exist about a decision they'd never make.

therealyamihirugashi

#writing #well damn

checkyourasianbias

ERROR: Swastikas aren't racist, the hakenkreuz is.

scorpiaok

what was the first ship you ever wrote a fanfic about????

therealyamihirugashi

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho

Ship: Hiei x OC

I was 12

😌 in my mid 30s now and writing another one

Look at this cutie patootie! He's an angsty little thing and I adore him.

Also this gif coming up in the search results is such a burn 🤣🤣🤣🤣

#writing #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #yu yu hakusho #yyh #hiei x oc

thesuperyapper

Mutual I wanna talk to you but I don't know what to say. I really like you and I enjoy our interactions I think you'd be an awesome person to be friends with in real life. Please do not attack me with a sledgehammer.

halcydn-deactivated20151101

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

vithcy

MUTUAL!! THAT IMAGE IS AI GENERATED!! MUTUAL! DON'T REBLOG THAT!! IT'S AI!!MUTUAAAL!!

therealyamihirugashi

Anyone that follows me sees an image I reblogged that's AI tell me so I can delete that post! I'm not supporting that shit!

#fuck ai #anti generative ai #anti ai

softcherryvanilla

me, sitting down to write: it’s gonna be a short one

me, 10 hours and 10k words into the idea, knowing pretty damn well it’s just a half of the fanfic: … I hate myself

therealyamihirugashi

🤣 this was me, maybe 100K words tops....I'm over 600K invested and STILL am not half way there

andersssandrew

During my vacation, I started reading a new fanfiction, If You Want It, Just Take It. It's a slow-burn, age-gap Murdermedia fic recommended by my friend @istadris

I'm really enjoying it so far—I'm about halfway through—and I decided to draw a little fanart inspired by Chapter 23. I'm not especially proud of it, since it's my first time drawing Murdermedia while trying to stay true to the show's cartoony style. But I hope it'll make the fans of this fic—and maybe even the author—smile.

therealyamihirugashi

It's so good, I wasn't even an Alastor x Vox shipper 😳 this fic changed that

#Hazbin Hotel #murdermedia

writersisland

Meet Cute Prompts but it is all suggestions given in a 1958 “129 Ways to Get a Husband” article

Have your car break down in strategic places.

Read obituaries to find eligible widowers.

Look in the census reports for places with the most single men.

Ask your friends' husbands who the eligible men are in their offices.

Be nice to everybody—they may have an eligible brother or son.

Volunteer for jury duty.

Be friendly to ugly men—handsome is as handsome does.

Get lost at football games.

Don't take a job in a company run largely by women.

Get a job demonstrating fishing tackle in a sporting goods store.

Go to all reunions of your high school or college class. There may be widowers there.

Don't be afraid to associate with more attractive girls; they may have some leftovers.

Go back to your home town for a visit—the wild kid next door may have become a very eligible bachelor while you were away.

Don't room with a girl who is a sad sack and let her pull you down to her level.

Stumble when you walk into a room that he's in.

Wear a Band-Aid. People always ask what happened.

Dropping the handkerchief still works.

Stand in a corner and cry softly. Chances are good that he'll come over to find out what's wrong.

Buy a convertible. Men like to ride in them.

Learn how to bake tasty apple pies. Bring one in to the office and let the eligible bachelors taste it.

"Acidentally" have your purse fly open, scattering its contents all over the street.

Practice your drinking with your women friends first.

Get a sunburn.

Don't tell him about your allergies.

Don't whine—girls who whine stay on the vine!

Show him you can have fun on a cheap date-but don't overdo it!

Double-date with a gay, happily married couple—let him see what it's like!

Talk to his father about business and agree that taxes are too high!

Never let him know he's the only one, even if you have to stay home one or two nights a week!

If he's rich, tell him you like his money—the honesty will intrigue him!

Clip and mail him a funny cartoon that means something to both of you.

Point out to him that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men.

Go to Yale.

If your mother is fat, tell him you take after your father. If he's fat too, tell him you're adopted!

Stow away on a battleship.

Rent a billboard and post your picture and telephone number on it.

Paint your name and number on roof and say, "Give me a buzz, pilots."

Sink at a fashionable beach at high noon!

Ride the airport bus back and forth from the airport.

Bribe ferris-wheel operator to get you stuck on the top of a Ferris wheel.

Stand on a busy street corner with a lasso.

Carry a camera and ask strange, handsome men if they would mind snapping your picture.

Make and sell toupees—bald men are easy catches!

Advertise for male co-owner of a boat.

Carry a tow chain in the trunk of your automobile.

Let it be known in your office that you have a button box and will sew on bachelors' loose buttons.

Don't marry him if he has too many loose buttons!

Source: “129 Ways to get a Husband” in the January 1958 edition of the McCall’s Magazine.

#writing #this shit is wild #what the actual fuck

skribblegurl

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.