90’s sad adult, There is no ryme or reason to what I reblog. Have fun.

dramono:

bruciemilf:

bruciemilf:

Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on “ inside a cinema ” or something like that. Then, BAM. Here’s a list of smell and sounds. I can’t remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

I FOUND IT BITCHES

This is going to save me so much trouble in the future.

one-time-i-dreamt:

one-time-i-dreamt:

A pretty goth woman killed people by leaping through a window and slitting their throats with her cool Freddy Krueger glove.

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onion-souls:

kineticpenguin:

kineticpenguin:

kineticpenguin:

Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn’t committing to the bit

I mean, we’re talking about people whose lifespan is Yes.

“Oh, the weak wine? That is for children. I am two thousand years old, and I daresay one sip from this highball would knock you on your ass for a week.”

Look, there’s this weird thing people do with high fantasy where they want elves to be immortal/extremely long-lived snooty aristocrats and also somehow incapacitated by imagining the taste of salt too hard. “Orcs and dwarves have the hardest booze” no they don’t, they have work in the morning! In any of these settings, elves would pregame harder than hobbits party and everyone else has shit to do tomorrow.

The average high elf builds up the drug tolerance of a mid-70s Hollywood producer and then spends three centuries studying alchemy. While humans seek immortality, the Immortals seek the elusive “philosopher’s cocaine.”

mis-mcgifsten:

theliteraryluggage:

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Had to share this here because you’re right and you should say it. It’s incredible how many people came out of the woodwork as soon as AO3 was down and suddenly had no compunctions at all about screaming how much they love and need fanfic–on the AO3 twitter. Is it so much harder to do in the comment section?

At this point I don’t care anymore if people call me entitled or think I’m out of line. If fanfic is so meaningful to you that you cannot go half an hour without, let alone 24h, then you can get over yourself long enough to write a fucking comment. No excuses.

“writing comments is hard and scary” yeah well GUESS WHAT so is writing fanfics. fandom as a community is dying, because it is instead treated as a COMMODITY, a CONSUMER PRODUCT. We’re not asking for much. We’re asking for a CONNECTION. We don’t want to sell, we want to share.

You’ve shown your hand. You’ve admitted you cannot live without us. Now ACT LIKE IT. Go write a fucking comment.

I was absolutely at a loss without AO3. I have been trying to comment more anyway because it’s such an easy way for me to say thanks to the people who put their stuff out there, for free, daily. I read for at least 2 hours a day, probably even more at weekends or when I’m gripped by a new enthralling fic. The bare minimum I can do is take 2 minutes to comment. After that first kudos I try to respond to a new chapter with a comment so the writer knows that someone is paying attention, that there is an ongoing interest in their efforts. Fandom needs community. Community needs communication. Say thanks. Say it made you laugh or smile, or it distracted you from grim reality for a while.

Just don’t do negative or selfish comments.

joaniejustwokeup:

teaboot:

Hey weird question but what happens if you put two reasonably likeable anthropologists of wildly different cultures together in the same room? Do they study each other? CAN they? Is it like an infinite conversational feedback loop? I’m imagining two dogs eternally sniffing each others butts at the park

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crow–teeth:

crow–teeth:

no fucking awoo. no awoo right now. its late. its not awoo time. its sleeping time. go the fuck to bed.

every fucking night, without fail, this post i made abt my dog gets mass reblogged by furries (and/or blorbo fans). and thats ok but i need ppl to know this is happening to me 

mask-knife-is-kohgas-wife:

Working at a movie theatre and a male coworker being like ugh all these guys being forced to dress as Ken for their girlfriends but every couple I see is just beautiful excited girls and their absolutely adoring boyfriends looking at them glowing in the sunlight from the theatre sunroof in the popcorn line and like

This is why you don’t have a girlfriend man. Men in fact love and adore their partners wake up we love men sound in their masculinity

rip-gloss:

haters will hate me for my dislikable qualities

flipocrite:

thedreadpiratecam:

starblaster:

“but if you’re pro-union, why are you anti-cop-union?” because cops are not laborers. what cops do is not labor. they are enforcers of the laws that oppress laborers and exist solely to protect capital. don’t bother me with stupid questions.

They’re not a union, they’re a gang.

Unions support other unions because that’s what solidarity means.

Police “unions” will break up real union activity (e.g. strikes) with rubber bullets and tear gas if that’s what needs to be done to protect someone’s profit margin.

Cops aren’t welcome at Pride for a similar reason. They have their place in civil rights history, and that place has always been protecting the status quo and brutalizing protestors.

seashellronan:

no offence but i think a lot of us me included don’t actually want romantic love as badly as we think and really are just lonely and crave a closeness and intimacy that feels out of reach in friendships because of society’s emphasis on marriage and the nuclear family so we project that into the never ending search for a perfect love and a soulmate when really we all just want to mean something to someone