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you can literally feel your brain become fully developed at age 25 btw. i was dumb as shit before then. i still am but in different ways
#there’s a little beep like on a microwave to announce your brain is done and ready to be a subtly different kind of stupid forever
time to log out of this account for an indefinite amount of time <3 love y'all
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I keep making posts about short fics, and I'm going to continue doing so because on every short fic post I make, I get people who love short fics but I also get authors who feel guilty because they don't write "full fics" or "complete stories"
Short fics are complete. Short fics are full stories. There are more tales in the world than just novels. There are more ways of sharing your idea than creating an entire world to go along with it.
You can tell a complete story in 100 words. You can call a fic complete and full and fleshed out, even without all of the context or history or world building in your brain.
Your readers have imaginations, just like you do. Have faith that they'll be able to fill in any blanks on their own. Trust that they'll enjoy what you put out, even if it's short.
Stop measuring yourself with a ruler that doesn't even matter. If you want to write a long fic, that's wonderful. I wish you well.
But if you don't want to write novels, please stop apologizing for that. You have nothing to feel bad about. Be proud that you can capture a moment or a feeling or an idea in just a few words. Not everyone can do that.
This was going to be a joke, but along the way turned into a list of genuine reasons why I as a reader prefer short fics:
fifty 2000-word stories are at least 97% easier to read than one 100k
on most platforms you can give the author forty-nine times more applause
if you love how an author handles subject A, but completely disagree with them on subject B, it’s much easier to pick and choose
greater probability the fic will be finished (my galloping completionism is a character flaw, I know, but it’s still a major factor in choosing what fics to start)
shorter waiting times (delayed gratification whomst?)
I do read longfic, even unfinished ones, as well, but it takes much more to get me invested in the first place.
Mainly, though, what OP said: Stop measuring yourself with a ruler that doesn’t even matter.
feeling rlly weird about this person saying lesbians date trans men bc that's kinda harmful for both parties? men are like the one thing that have no room in this equation and trans men are men so.. you're saying that trans men aren't actual men & you're saying lesbians are attracted to men, both of which is .. wrong? like uhm. idk feeling uncomfortable
Shh! You need to relax. You gotta take it easy. Otherwise, your guts will start poppin’ out all over the place.
Ed being absolutely besotted with Stede in 1x07 ‘This is Happening’
the fact that ed and stede fell in love at first sight, but ed was the one who actually knew it right away and then there’s stede who was just clueless the entire time
stede I love you so much you clueless little man like he was obviously in love from the second he met ed as well but it took him until the kiss and the talk with mary to realize that what he felt for it wasn’t just homie-love but true love ugh I love stede so damn much I’d do anything for him and then there’d ED He was so whipped right away like holding his hand when Stede was still passed out Admiring all of Stede’s little things?? Telling him right away that he likes him?? UGH THEY THEY!!!!!! @hansoeii‘s tags
Edward “Guess I’ll Die” Teach
he's just like me
article: Our Flag Means Death is Sweet Relief for a Weary Fandom
#i mean. bro #i hate to break this to you but #you are in fact good at the small amount of piano ur playing #it is not fake
Dude taught himself to compose and calls it fake
“Just string it together in any order, the more random it is the more complex it’ll sound" improvising music on the fly was one of Mozart’s party tricks
Not saying this guy is Mozart but he’s smart and clever and talented and way, way underappreciating himself
Bimbo qualities
babe wake up new flavor of imposter syndrome dropped
Yeah 100% the joke's on him for thinking he's faking, lmao.
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Black beard character arc utterly destroying mE
[Stede ver.]
They’re fickle, Stede warns, but Ed is having fun, liking being Jeff the Accountant, enjoying being charming and funny instead of terrifying, liking the feeling of being liked, liking being seen and admired and wanted. It turns, of course, Ed uses escargot tongs and a melon spoon to eat a prawn and gives absentminded wrong answers to questions and the tide turns, swiftly making him the butt of the joke instead of the one doing the joking, and they’re laughing AT him and not WITH him and Stede was right, they’re all fickle, and their derision cuts deeper for his being softened up, opened up by the attention and the illusion of belonging.
They’re fickle, Stede warned him, but Ed didn’t listen, too high on the sensation of eyes on him and a hand on his shoulder and sharing of brandy and clothes and a boot sliding over to touch a beribboned high heel, too drunk on what makes Ed happy and what makes Stede happy and one perfect imperfect kiss to see it coming. He doesn’t know his misstep this time, why he falls out of favor, what he could have said or done differently, what spoon or fork could have saved him, but he sits alone on the dock and understands in some deep part of himself that the tides have turned on him again, only there’s no friend in his corner this time, no gentleman to fight for his honor, no quiet corrective gesture or remark. No hand to catch the heart he’s offering, softened up and open like it’s never been before and the hurt cutting deeper for it.
They’re fickle, Stede warned him; these are my people, Stede told him. Ed didn’t listen.
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