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You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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there are so many books in this beautiful world. many of them bad
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You know, that Mythbusters post legitimately changed my life. Before seeing it, I had exponentially more guilt and stress about not being able to sleep, which of course, further exacerbated my inability to sleep.
Now, every time I wake up about three am, knowing I have to get up at 6.45, instead of stressing and panicking about how my day is going to be sleep deprived and miserable, I just tell myself 'Time to activate Mythbusters Protocol' and lie there with my eyes closed safe in the knowledge that I am measurably reducing later feelings of exhaustion.
And when this happens, about 70% of the time the reduction of guilt and stress means I actually do fall back asleep, so all in all instead of getting only three or four hours sleep, I get five to six and a half.
Which y'know, major improvement in health and energy.
Welp. This resonated, clearly.
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Batb cleanup
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we still get immediately shoved out of our immersion in tv shows or films when The Girl find a dead body and immediately shrieks - we just don't find it realistic because we're pretty confident most people would gasp rather than shriek (i.e. sharp inhale rather than sharp exhale) and it also feels unnecessarily (and predictably) misogynistic too, as men encountering corpses almost never do the same on screen
also of course please do tell us if you've actually encountered a corpse unexpectedly, because tumblr is absolutely a place where some people have done this thing and we love a good anecdote
suddenly imagining "burst into song" as a potential response
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#actually I'm not too bothered about the misspelling of my first name#there are a couple of obvious wrong guesses#but a lot of people add an 's' to my last name that doesn't go there#it's not in the pronunciation#I have never seen anyone with the 's' as the correct spelling#I hate it but I don't correct people unless it's for official documents#I just hold them in contempt and let the misspelling remind me that we are not friends or allies#egregious example: my apartment complex putting the wrong spelling on my mailbox#you absolute dipshits you have the correct spelling on the LEASE I SIGNED#poll
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Daily Fic Highlight: The Doors of Perception
Today's winner of the kudos email is:
The Doors of Perception is a Pitch/Sandy human AU which begins in San Francisco in the 1960s. Perhaps my summary from Ao3 helps introduce it best:
It is the spring of 1967. Sandy is twenty years old, and he would be a sophomore at Berkeley if he was still attending classes. Instead, he is living in an old house in the Haight-Ashbury. He likes it there. He’s found something he’s good at, that people love him for. Sandy is the best trip guide in San Francisco, and everyone who’s turned on knows it.
Kozzy (human Pitch) meets Sandy because he's looking for a trip guide, and thus begins a decades-long romance with more than its fair share of trouble on its way to the HEA. 43,892 words, M, M/M and F/M (Jack/Tooth).
This fic had a few surprising responses to me when it first came out; namely, that some people were wary of reading it because of the drug use. And privately I was like, ? It's psychedelics, that's just good fun and opening your mind, this isn't some sordid DARE scare-piece. But not everyone has 60s counterculture or psychedelics as research interests, right, right.
One of the other surprising responses, which I will be vague about for privacy reasons, was in reply to one certain incident in the story, where I wrote it thinking, "maybe this is unrealistic," and later a reader told me that something very similar had happened to them IRL.
So, I think I did the best I could writing about a lot of years, places, and experiences that aren't directly mine.
Sample:
A couple months ago, rumors had started going around about a new rich kid who had run away to the Haight-Ashbury. He was from old east coast money, they said. Said his last name was Black, but he slipped up once after a few bong hits and turned out it was really Pitchiner. Everyone knew what that meant. Politics. Media conglomerates. Real estate. The people that made The System. So wasn’t it sort of fair, you know, that he just didn’t seem to fit in? The guy didn’t even own a pair of jeans! Black wool pants, black turtleneck, did he think they were all still beatniks? Still, it wasn’t as though no one would let him stay with them. They’d share their space, their food, their acid. Then again, the first time they had done that, it had turned out to be an utter disaster. Pitchiner had freaked out in a major way (“I’m not me anymore! Don’t let me let the black shadows out!”), which had caused everyone else to freak out, and the house he was staying at had used up all the thorazine they had thought they would need for the entire year in order to calm everyone down. This doesn’t deter him, however, from trying again. And again. And again. Eventually someone tells him to go see Sandy if he’s going to be so pigheaded about becoming a psychonaut when it doesn’t even make him feel good, and eventually someone tells Sandy about a guy even he might not even be able to bring to enlightenment.
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Sayed Haider Raza (Indian, 1922-2016), Dhayan, 2004. Acrylic on canvas, 39.5 x 39.5 in.
Daily Fic Highlight: The Snow Day
Today's winner of the kudos email is:
"The Snow Day" is a gen short fic I wrote as part of my project to fill all unfilled prompts in Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth Kinkmeme. Jack thinks the Guardians don't want him around, but they've really been working together to make him a really good first Christmas present. 1489 words, G, Gen.
I had to re-read this one to remember exactly what I did with the prompt, and when I did I remembered also that I enjoyed the chance to come up with something new in the setting.
The other Guardians have their realms, so why not Jack?
Sample:
“We were busy,” Bunny said. “Busy doing what?” Jack said. “This place looks great, but decorating it couldn’t have totally stopped you from even saying hi for weeks.” A gift box appeared over Sandy’s head. “That’s right,” Tooth said, nodding. “We were making your Christmas present.” Jack’s growing anger gave way to confusion, as everyone seemed to regard this as a reasonable answer. “Okay. What kind of Christmas present could have kept you all busy for so long?” They ushered him over to the huge tree with barely contained excitement, North conceding that they could do presents early this year, just once. “We had a hard time figuring out what to get you that you would really want,” Tooth said. “But when we did—well, you’ll see, really soon.”
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its time to go in the hole
Daily Fic Highlight: Undoing Tangles
Today's winner of the kudos email is:
"Undoing Tangles" is a gen short fic I wrote as part of my project to fill all unfilled prompts in Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth Kinkmeme. The Guardians think that Pitch has been successfully wooing Jack, but don't bring it up directly. In this fic Jack finally confronts them on their strange behavior. 1470 words, G, Gen.
This was another prompt where I couldn't play the premise straight because I can't forget that even though Jack looks like a teenager, he's 300 years old. And I want that to matter.
So, I ended up mentioning what I consider a few reasonable objections to Pitch/Jack in this fic, fair warning.
Sample:
“But the ribbons!” Tooth exclaimed, pointing to said ornaments, in blue and silver, tied artistically around Jack’s staff. “Well, I’m not saying that everything you’ve given me was bad!” Jack said. “And these were from before you all started acting so strange, when you would leave things where I would find them on my own, and not insist that I come to the Workshop every five minutes.” “You thought those were from us?” North asked, an odd expression on his face. Jack frowned. “Who else would they be from? I found them in a place that was pretty inaccessible, so it’s not likely that a kid could have left them there. That leaves you, right? I haven’t talked to anyone else other than you and my believers, so no one else would know where I usually go to rest.” “You’ve really talked to no one else?” Tooth asked. “No! Why? Who are the ribbons from?”
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probably shitty worldbuilding idea: fantasy world that keeps going
they keep sending out expeditions to try and map the whole world and figure out if it's round or flat or what but it just keeps going and they keep meeting new people who've met other people coming the other direction and everybody so far has found that it just keeps going
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It occurred to me today that I posted photos of my plate for Enoch, but I never posted the finished print...
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amok time
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feast for a king is awesome the start of it feels like I am being ushered into a theater by kosmic who sits us down and goes "hello everyone! come into the theatre! take a seat! welcome to my web comic!!! ok so heres a character introduction :) they are not the main character :) and heres my different alien species and how they work! some are worms and some are bombs :)) arent they cute and cool and silly!! ok heres a 400 page long sex scene where a girl gets fucked through a stab wound in her chest while giving a genderless worm alien a tit job, then the worm alien (who uses all pronouns) has to perform surgery on her while her dick is still in her chest because if she pulls out the girl will die. the whole time she's still so horny she's trying to bounce on her dick while her stab wounds getting operated on. then they keep on fucking. ..............ok are the normies gone? all of them? ok awesome. now let's do a flashback scene! Get ready for a lot of those :)