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finnrakh-tybay-deactivated20220

“it’s okay, Morty. You can come out now.“ Of course it’s not okay.

#morticia smith #rick and morty #q

scoobertpoopert

THIS IS SUCH A RANDOM PAIRING BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCHHJKDHF

#jaam #captain Amelia Jane #q

fiona-rose-deactivated20210303

Looks like someone’s happy they got a kiss kiss. ;3

#toffee rasticore #svtfoe

movedtofragoia

darlings!

#shayllura #voltron #q

03cr18

I dont have context for this and also I am so sad jackie’s not in the new opening hMMM

#starkie #svtfoe

femservice

Here is the secret to fandom:

Give zero fucks about what anyone else is doing.

Seriously. I mean it. Because inevitably you will love something that no one else loves. Or you will love something that everyone loves and people will shit all over it because it’s “so trite and unimaginative and done.” Or you will love something that no one else has ever heard of. Or you will love something dark and edgy and or obscure and people will roll their eyes and say, “What, do you want people to think you’re dark and edgy and obscure?”

Alternatively, you will not love the thing that everyone else loves, and you will wonder what precisely is wrong with you that the sight of that thing is aggravating the shit out of you now when the whole world sings its praises as one.

People will irritate you. They’ll irritate you with headcanons that make no sense and misinterpretations of canon. They will make the same jokes 500 times. They will overwhelm your corner of fandom with something you either are tired of hearing about or don’t care about. They will post art that isn’t theirs. You will meet people who think you are the greatest person ever and bombard you with messages only to wander off when they find someone new or shinier; you will meet people whom you admire and who do not really seem to notice you exist.

So give zero fucks about it. Seriously. Like what you like, blacklist what you need to blacklist, and ignore everything else. Be friends, play nice, enjoy it. And in the meantime, just do you. Like what you like, love what you love, and to hell with all the rest of it.

delistylehardcore-deactivated20

yeah but

ghosts who are friends with the living

ghosts curiously listening to their fleshy friend’s heartbeat

ghosts snuggling up to their living friends to feel their body heat

ghosts basking in the sun to warm their ecto-bodies up so they won’t be so cold to the touch

ghosts huddling close to their living friends in windy weather for fear of getting blown apart

ghosts watching horror movies with their living friends and worriedly turning to them and going like “i’m not that bad am i?” pointing at the murderous stringy-haired banshee onscreen

people ouija-ing their ghost friends as if they were casual phone calls all like “hey you wanna hang out soon”

ghosts going to museums with their living friends and shaking their heads while looking at the exhibits all like “no no no this is all wrong. i was there and it went nothing like this.”

ghosts getting really giddy and excited whenever they hear music from their era

potentialheartofdarkness

What I need people to understand is that getting out bed is not easy.

Leaving the house is not easy.

Talking to people is not easy.

Ordering food is not easy.

Making phone calls is not easy.

I need people to understand, that just because something is easy to them, it may not be that easy to others.

dany-illy

quick drawing i forgot to upload

#q

byebyethinspo

glamorize going to bed early, like, 8pm early

instead of making high stress levels a competition, brag about feeling whole and at peace.

make it cool as hell to take 2pm naps and go on mindful walks by yourself.

talk about mental health and normalize visits to counselors or support systems

teach kids that being different is beautiful and that it’s healthy to love what makes us who we are.

make #selflove and #selfcare the most common hashtags

brazenbarbie-deactivated2019080

Kill the idea that every tattoo needs a meaning

andercas

I feel like when you’re writing, organizing chapters and dialogue is easy

but jfc, the amount of time it takes to constantly keep people moving and make sure they’re in the right spaces and trying to come up with wording for it is always such a shock.

Like, fuck, I made you pick up a coffee cup, you need to put it down at some point. also I can’t remember what I dressed you in, can you push up your sleeves? I don’t remember if you even have your shirt on.

and YOU. YOU OVER THERE, you got out of your chair earlier, but did you come back yet? Are you coming back? Where did you even go and why’d you get up? Fuck, I can’t make you sit down again already, you just stood up, go…over there. go get more coffee. Did you bring your mug with you? fine. bring the pot to the table and—wait, wasn’t the coffee pot already over here? shit, hold on, I need to go back and re-read and re-write

julystorms

this is the most relevant thing i have ever read.

thlayli-rah

I think one of the most wild things as a writer is the sensation that you’re not actually directing your characters– they’re sort of directing themselves, and you’re scrambling around attempting to copy down whatever it was that they just did, but they don’t wait for you to finish copying. They just keep walking and talking and moving around and existing of their own volition and at some point you look up and you’re like “WHOA OKAY EVERYBODY BACK THE FUCK UP WHERE ARE WE”

It’s kind of like trying to write sheet music for an orchestra while it’s playing

wearelondonbound-deactivated202

you have no idea how relieved i was when a published respected author told me the characters weave her story and she’s just scrambling to tie up the threads. like, fuck, thank gods i’m not the only one chasing fictional people across pages.