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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
I still don't get it, but we girls melt a little when our partner gets jealous of another guy.
Not because of the jealousy— but because, for a moment, it reminds us that losing us would matter.
Degrees of secondhand fandom:
I don’t watch/read/listen to it, but I follow the summaries on the wiki
I rarely pursue information about it, but I have enough incidental contact with the core fandom that I’ve picked it up via osmosis
I strive to avoid it, but I’ve been indoctrinated against my will by the fucking memes
I can cite the canon chapter and verse, but I have no recollection of how or why I acquired this knowledge, and that concerns me
You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?
Was feeling Emotions than was quickly hit by very different ones upon opening the comments
“I Remain”
I have navigated the dangerous waters of queerness and not been swept away.
Danced on a dance floor numbed and afraid , friends and lovers vanishing as I wait for the music to change.
Assaulted and Insulted, I have shouted my rage to the moon and wept alone in my room.
The child born of scorn, tearing away at the words that would try to define me.
On Sunday I can marry and on Monday be dismissed from my job and kicked from my home.
From a yellow brick road, I have and stumbled and fallen and ridden the shoulders of every one that paved the way.
For every stone that has been thrown with aim, for every tortured cry, behind every prison bar, from every last picked humiliated child..I remain…Richard Stabbert
NOTHING but LOVE………..No.3
— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
What you want in life?
A quiet home. A gentle love. And enough money to never lose either.
it's july.
the wind arrives carrying the scent of rain, and for a moment, the world feels exactly the way it did before i learned that some things don't stay.
When I hard launch him please comment one of these things
1. god just be making anyone
2. did you lose a bet?
3. He must be funny or rich or both??
4. why does he look like that?
5. beauty and the beast
6. you should’ve editted his face before posting
my darlings. i want to read your writing. your thoughts. your feelings. your creativity. your horniness. your characterization. your style. your voice. your point of view. your quirks.
and i want your imperfection! your typos! your spelling errors! your grammar mistakes! your misused/misplaced words! your clunky phrasing! your awkward metaphors! ALL OF IT!
and i don't care how long it takes. i don't care how long i have to wait between the time you first mention the concept and the time you debut the work itself. i don't care how long i have to wait between chapters. whether it's weeks, month, years, or DECADES! i will wait. joyfully.
the value of your work is that you made it. i want to read what you wrote because i trust you and i love you and fandom is about community, not consumption.
you don't need AI to check your work. you don't need AI to correct spelling and grammar. you don't need AI to edit your work. you don't need AI to make it sound more polished. you don't need AI to make it more flowery. you don't need AI to fill in the parts that are hard for you to write. you don't need AI to write more, or write faster.
You. Are. Good. Enough.
Even if you make mistakes. Even if it takes you forever. You're good enough!
The worst thing you make will always be better than the nicest-sounding, most technically perfect thing made (even partially) by AI. only human-made things are art. AI cannot make anything new. AI can just regurgitate something that has already been made by a human.
don't fall prey to the pressure to produce a large volume of writing, that looks and sounds professional, in a short period of time. that's not the goal. the goal is to enjoy making something!
i want to read something that you had fun writing! i want to read something that you wrote for pure love of the game. something born of your passion for the source material. that's what fandom is.
if you surrender or delegate ANY part of the process to AI, that defeats the entire purpose of fanworks. don't give up the joy, the fun, the challenge, the triumph of creating something. make something out of love. share it out of love. we will read it out of love.
I just was thinking how I will never be able to write beautifully and lo and behold -
Thank You Mama❤️
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
I await reciprocity
away from home.
I am homesick , and I exactly know what for.
It's just that "home" is unreachable.
Grasses in the wind.
green wheat field with cypress tree, vincent van gogh
you can block me of course but you cannot undo the yearning i put in you towards things you couldn’t even pay attention to.