something good will come of all things yet

Edvin Ryding and Omar Rudberg as Wilhelm and Simon [Young Royals Forever]

i just feel strongly that work shouldnt be the Main Activity of five days out of the week

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set

Sometimes shit was marked “lemon” and it’d just be them making out, and sometimes they’d just start pissing on each other

No rules, no laws, you took your life into your hands opening fics

A/N: this contains SLASH, that means TWO MEN, if that makes you uncomfy, DON’T READ!

A/N: please don’t sue me, o anime overlords, I’m not making any money off of this! I’m just a broke student! I don’t have any money!

A/N: I totally wrote this while high off 10 Red Bulls wheeeeeee!!!!!

A/N: COMMENT if you want me to continue the next chappy!!!

No, no, no

remember when there’d be interactions with the author and the characters?

InuYasha: I don’t get why I have to be here for this

A/N: Because it was in your contract!!1!1 *revs chainsaw*

god those were lawless times. 

J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit illustrated by Tove Jansson

The Terror (2018)

you're a good man. there will be transgender headcanons and meta posts.

fyi things like insulin, hearing aids, wheelchairs, glasses costing money at all is a form of structural ableism

disabled people should not have to pay to live their lives like everyone else. and in the case of insulin, disabled people should not have to pay to Not Fucking Die

Seeing a lot of people comparing insulin to food and saying "what, should we just make food completely free too then?"

Yeah?? We should??? That's the logical conclusion, not a gotcha. People in general should not have to pay money to just stay alive

Neil Hilborn, “For Henry, Who Has Just Died”, The Future

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“For Henry, Who Has Just Gone

Henry was my pet rat, and he died last night in my hands. He was three years old, which is way longer than

an albino rat is supposed to live. To be honest, he wasn’t a very smart animal, but he was so sweet that now I wonder

if intelligence has anything to do with leading a good life. He had been sick for a few months, and every twelve hours

I had to apply antiseptic and lotion to both his back feet. By the end they didn’t really work anymore,

so he would just drag his feet behind him in a way so cute and sad that I started calling him my little sea lion. When he died it was, somehow,

a surprise: you would think that when your rat is older than older than dirt and has been sick for months you’d be sort of prepared: after I had laid out the towel

and mixed the solution, I picked him up and noticed his breathing was s slow. I lay down with him

on the towel, the towel where we’d spent the last few months, where I think we finally, really, completely loved each other,

not like humans do: humans always want something from you and he and I would rather just be together than apart,

and I pulled him toward me, and he chittered in that way that always meant he was wind coming in after a rain, his head fell forward, and there was so much less

light in the room. The lamp was so far away, like the light of a house to which there is no road. I know, he was just a rat. So many

just like him, all white, red eyes, die every day and only one or two people in white coats are even there to see it.

He was all in white, he was always there to see me. When I would wake from a nightmare, so many nightmares, I would turn on the light

and there he was, holding on, a constant companion to a prisoner, the prison being the apartment, the world being inside his cage. Once I was crying

in bed because of who knows why, and he sat beside my face and licked my tears away. I had a rat once, named Henry. Named Buddy. Named Mr. Big

Mouse. Named proof that something could need me and still love me. Named please can I have some of your apple? Or I know

you’re sad but I’m hungry. Don’t go; if you go I won’t survive: a child reaches for her father; a couple, buried in ash, dies holding each other;

a man and a woman in an office, crying slightly, sign sheets of paper; sparrows fall out of the sky together. Some day I’m going to have a child. She’s going to have

eyes like mine and such small hands. Just like she’ll need me alive then, she needs me alive now; I can’t say goodbye before I’ve had a chance

to say hello. I don’t stare off bridges anymore. I don’t count out little blue exit signs and even today, with Henry buried under a tree, a tree somewhere so far away

it feels like someone else buried him using my body, today I came home and only wanted to sleep for twenty minutes instead of always. Something needed

me once, and I know something will need me again. One day I’m going to have a daughter. She’s going to sleep through the night

sometimes. She is a light on a rock at the edge of a lonely see. You see that light out there? That’s where I’m headed. That’s home.”

/end id]

LOTR20 celebration | Day 7: Free Day

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING | dir. Peter Jackson (released 17 December 2003) HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY!

80% of what makes david tennant hot is his acting ability. the rest is his waist, beard, trans allyship and pure vibes

ROTK ANNIVERSARY WEEK | Loss + Despair [5/7]

Things fanfic is reputed for inserting into the source material:

Things fanfic actually inserts into the source material:

What fanfic often removes from the source material:

love reading the terror modern au’s because I can never picture a modern day blanky so he ends up just looking exactly as he does in the series in my head

any of you guys could be like “hey have fun reading my Oceans 8-inspired Met Gala Heist Au!! 🥰” and I promise you I’m picturing it like

Out on the shale James Fitzjames sees a vision of the future that could have been, could still happen. Something to live for, other than just the stubborn need to hold on~

For square “Visions” for @theterrorbingo

you can get this as a printed and saddle stitched zine now, in A6

also go here to check out the Terror Camp artist alley to see other amazing artists and their work + discount codes that will be active over the 9/10th December

so much hope can fit inside one little person

congratulations you’ve just won the rights to this post

Something I found on Twitter that really puts things in perspective as a creator.