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You broke the ocean in half to be here only to meet nothing that wants you.
Immigrant
Uhh sorry but Kass singing with his children is THE best thing in breath of the wild ❤️
“It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.”
— Tim Winton, Breath
i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much
fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.
every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.
Consider also: Writers do not even have the opportunity for feedback until we are finished.
Artists have the ability to show off preview sketches, host art streams, and get feedback during almost every step of their creative process, and we do not. We can’t really share outlines and half-finished sentences, choppy first-drafts, and have anyone get excited about that. When we say it’s an endurance sport, we really mean it.
That’s why it becomes that much more important to give us that feedback once we actually finish what we’ve been working on.
“When we say it’s an endurance sport, we really mean it"
THIS.
And of course we write because we love it. We have ideas–BIG HUGE IDEAS–that we want to get out there, just how we see it in our heads, and be able to go back over and over it again, even if no one else cares. Of course we write because we love it.
But we’re human and crave validation. We create these things because We Just Think They’re Neat and want others to agree that the concept or execution or both is also neat and fan about it with us!
It doesn’t even necessarily have to be about WHAT WE HAVE ACTUALLY WRITTEN. Tell us how much you love the concept or the plot device, start going off on tangents in your comments or tags or replies, because HECK YEAH WE’RE IN THE SAME BOAT. WE’LL JOIN IN WITH YOU.
Fic is MEANT to generate discussion. So don’t think of comments as just saying ‘thank you’. We’re happy for that of course, but that’s not why we wrote it. We wrote it because it’s a thing we’re really interested in, so if you’re interested in it too? SHARE SIS, WE ARE ALL EARS.
About a week ago I posted this.
I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:
and my personal favorite
After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.
About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like
I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like
This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”
But I guess the lesson goes like this:
DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN
DON’T TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES EVER.
THIS POST IS SO IMPORTANT I WANT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IN THE WORLD TO SEE IT
This needs to be reblogged. I couldn’t scroll past this if I tried, I got a message like that but not for me, it told me to my friend to kill them self, I was livid! I didn’t answer it because a message like that doesn’t deserve an answer but I don’t see what is so funny about telling someone to kill them selves! I really don’t! It’s sick and it’s wrong. This person though, I take my hat off to you. You taught that bully a lesson.
this.
This will always be number one on the list of things that aren’t okay
Ho-ly shit.
I’ll never not reblog this
If you dare scroll without reblogging this you have no soul…….. i mean you do but reblogging this wont ruin your blog……. please just spread the word.
Please people don’t send anon hate your just hurting yourselves…
Don’t tell anyone to kill themselves. EVER.
A PSA we shouldn’t need, but we do…because some people are fucking horrible
tw: i get these quite a bit and as a person recovering for for suicide attempts and self harm they really boost my self esteem 👊🏼👊🏼
It’s time for artists to stop personifying Gluttony as a fat person and start personifying them as a billionaire capitalist who surrounds themselves with luxury at the expense of the poor.
For everyone in the notes being a little bitch
Gluttony was never supposed to be just about food. It’s about overindulgence. Greed is about the uncontrolled desire of wanting things you don’t need, just to have them. Gluttony is basically hoarding things and overindulging, especially and specifically when those things are needed by other people.
Food was often used as an example because it was meant to be shown as one of the things that, when overconsumed by one person or a specific set of people, it would cause the deaths of others. It also had other ways in which it was used, yes, but overall, gluttony is about fucking overindulgence.
It’s also mentioned to often be about overconsumption of alcohol, but hey. We don’t really go after alcoholics the way we do fat people, do we?
Anyway, a capitalist billionaire is both a wonderful symbol for both greed and gluttony, and y’all are just fatphobic cowards
Thanks for adding this, you express the reasoning behind things way more clearly than I do.
A softer stage of heartbreak
this stage of heartbreak is softer than i remember. which is to say i have run out of tears weeks earlier than usual. the fits of sorrow more violent this time around. sob sessions on weekend mornings missing you. fighting the urge to call. panic attacks in locked bathroom stalls because hadent you promised?
but it is over now. and the edges of my broken heart are softer. less jagged. not shattered just, broken.
i can catch your eye without having my heart skip a beat. but sometimes i think that when we lock eyes that that beat of my heart belongs to you. for only a moment. before i smile quickly, glance away.
did you know i can do that now? look away. walk away. i can walk away and not look back. have my thoughts drift away from you by the time i turn the corner…most of the time.
your voice and name do not evoke summer sautls from my stomach. instead fond memories dipped in regret and baby blue sadness.
i still wish on eyelashes for you though. but sometimes i wish for myself now too. sometimes i wish just to be happy. and sometimes when i wish this i do not even think of you.
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idk i just wanted to give the kids some snazzy outfits i guess?
“Tell them u’re okay even if you are not, no one cares man.”
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the other day my grandma told me, “when you and him are fighting, you both need to remember that it’s you two vs. the problem, not you vs. him.” and that hit me hard
I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.
The king’s son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjects’ grievances, and a general’s like “how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You’re old and weak.” Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdom’s public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesn’t make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.
No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.
Every once in a while, when I’m feeling down, I go and look at the notes on this post and they make me feel a lot better. This is the energy I want to carry into 2018.
For those who need to carry it into 2019.
Cheat Sheet for Writing Emotion
Anger:
Grinding teeth
Narrowing eyes
Yelling
A burning feeling in the chest
Heavy breathing
Unjustified or justified accusations towards other characters
Jerky movements
Glaring
Violence
Stomping
Face reddening
Snapping at people
Sadness:
Lack of motivation
Messy appearance
Quiet
Slow movements
Crying
Inability to sleep
Frowning
Red eyes
Isolating oneself
Fatigue
Not concentrating
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dear you,
please, no matter what you do, never stop dreaming. hold on tight to every thread of every wish you can remember or fathom, and don’t stop until you reach it. i promise, you’ll have time to find new dreams, but every single one is worth it. please, no matter how hard it is, never stop finding love in things.
when it’s sunset and you’re on the bus home from the city, and your music is playing softly, and you feel in love with the world? smile. tap your fingers against your leg, gaze out of the window, make polite conversation with the little lady who takes the seat next to you; ask her about her day. you’ll stumble, you will. but don’t think that falling means you’re any less worthy of getting back up, and being stronger than before.
you were made to be brave, made to be strong. read new books, or ones you’ve read one hundred times before, and don’t feel ashamed to tell your friends and family. it’s something you love, and that means it’s something true to you, true to your heart. even though it may not feel like it, always know that you are loved. somewhere, someone is waiting for you, whether that be a partner, a friend, a child or even a pet.
you’ll fit in, so don’t worry about being different, because as much as it may seem like it, different is not synonymous with bad. stretch your legs and go for a walk if you’ve been sitting down for too long, turn your phone off and write silly letters freehand, drink a glass of water if you’ve forgotten, and make yourself a calendar to remember things like medication and important dates.
please, no matter how impossible it seems, keep finding beauty in things, because things are made from stardust and sugar; delicate and soft, but safe in the right pair of hands. don’t worry about the ‘not knowing’. “in life, you don’t always know what you want, and that’s okay. it’s knowing who you are that makes all the difference. with that in your pocket, you can conquer the world.”
with love,
me.
The whole self love thing is good and all but some people can’t fathom being loved. They can’t imagine there being anything good about them. So they can’t simply just stop doing unhealthy things, there’s a process.
Before self love you have to invoke self tolerance and self neutrality.
If you can’t say “I love my body!” say “my body gets me from place to place.”
If you can’t say “I’m beautiful,” begin by shutting down the “I’m ugly” thoughts and saying “I’m a person.”
If you can’t say “I’m valuable” begun by shutting down the “I’m worthless” thoughts and say “all people deserve basic respect, and I’m a person.”
If you can’t say “I’m important,” or “I’m kind” say “I am the one who waters my plant every week” or “I am the one who tips the kind barista down the street” or “I am the one who makes sure my dog does not eat plastic” or “I am the one who leaves long comments on people’s fan fictions.”