aka writorwrong

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

for anyone that wants to send but doesn’t have a random word, here’s a random word generator to help !! 

“Be myself,” what kind of garbage advice is that?

Literally none of my story ideas come with a plot, ever. WITHOUT FAIL, it’s always just an Aesthetic, like two and a half characters, some very, very vivid settings, and a weird concept. Never plot. Not even an inkling of a plot. My brain tosses me this cool stuff and is like welp i’ll be back in 4-5 business months 

— Augusten Burroughs

Did you know that after they switched to blind auditions, major symphony orchestras hired women between 30% to 55% more? Before bringing in “blind auditions” with a screen to conceal the the candidate, women in the top 5 major orchestras made up less than 5% of the musicians performing.

so I believe it was actually more complicated than that, in interesting ways. Because at first, when they did blind auditions, they were STILL hiring more men.

…Then they put down a carpet, so that high heels didn’t clack on the floor,  and BOOM women were suddenly getting hired.

The testers didn’t even know that’s what they were picking up on, which just goes to show how tiny of a cue it takes for misogyny to kick in.

The case of blind auditions for orchestras and how it dramatically changed the gender makeup of orchestras is a very illuminating example of gender bias, and an interesting possible way of countering it.

You can be sexist without knowing it. You can be racist without knowing it. This is not a moral failing; it is a moral imperative to remember that you are fallible, and take steps to limit the damage your squishy ape brain’s foibles can cause.

i really feel like the promotion of “diverse” media has really created content that prides itself in its diversity but fundamentally does not do justice to the people it depicts. the characters are hollow props for brownie points. plot doesnt matter, characterization doesnt matter, all that matters is that you have characters that tick off enough boxes to make it seem like a “diverse” mix. supporting and creating diverse media should mean supporting authors of color, lgbt authors, authors with disabilities, authors who can write about their experiences and media with characters like them. we should be supporting authors with diverse backgrounds and support their works that show diverse characters as whole, well-rounded human beings

GRYFFINDOR: “What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning!” –attributed to Charlie Chaplin

I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome

For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!

I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!

Need some indoor crafts right about now? Peaches is here to help soothe anxiety!

new alignment chart

some thoughts

talking about 9/11 with white people is literally one of the most frustrating things ever because they won’t stop talking about their experiences (even if nothing happened to them personally), and when i, a middle eastern person, try to contribute to the conversation, i can’t get a fucking word in.

like what the fuck, nothing happened to you on that day – which, you know, thank goodness – so why the fuck do you insist on dominating the conversation? my daily life is still being effected by this even now, over ten years later.

but you’re not interested in hearing about how my fifth grade health teacher never again called on me or the arab girl in my class. you’re not interested in how whenever my family travels, all fourteen of us (a number that used to include young children) get “randomly” searched. you’re not interested in the fact that when i was asked to buy a propane tank for a barbecue, i spent the rest of the day stressed out and worried that the attendants at all the stores visited to inquire were all going to think i was making explosives (all stores in the neighborhood mysteriously were out of propane tanks in the middle of summer). you’re not interested in the fact that whenever my cousin prepares to fly on his own, his mother calls him to make sure he’s clean shaven so he doesn’t look “like a terrorist.” you’re not interested in the fact that when i was you’re not interested in the fact that i once witnessed a whole family of white people bypass the x-ray scanner for the old fashioned metal detector, but when i asked for the same treatment, i was denied; when i pointed out the (many) signs claiming that i had the right to refuse going through that machine, the tsa agent who mere seconds earlier berated me for my request went conveniently deaf. you’re not interested in hearing about how my sister was told “sorry about your leader” when osama bin laden was killed.

i could reference personal anecdotes until i went blue in the face.

there are countless people who have stories like this, stories that are grotesque and demeaning and terrifying. these are everyday occurrences.

but you’re not interested in any of that. frankly, you’re not even that interested when middle eastern and muslim (and sometimes non-muslim desi) people are subjected to extreme violence or killed. you guys got over chapel hill pretty damn fast. if you noticed it at all.

you don’t give a fuck about us, or our ongoing 9/11 stories. you just want to tell me about how horrible it was, sitting in class and listening to other kids get their names called on the pa system.

but i totally get it. it was really hard for you.

This is why I’ve only been reblogging posts from Muslims. My story doesn’t matter anymore. It’s over. For others, though? For them? It’s not. And I’m sorry that it’s not.

heir of eternal winter |∞|

When Princesses Arc and Al of the Kingdom of Winter come of age, a great event is held for all eligible suitors in the land, for the royal twins to choose their betrothed. 

But their path is not so easy, as chilling whispers permeate the halls, the noble court finds itself restless and their suitors play dangerous games for power.

To make matters worse, the Emperor, ignoring the law of first-born primogeniture, has announced both his daughters may contend for the position of heir, decided at summer’s end.

With his decision comes the bitter breaking of the royal court as friends, allies and enemies alike take sides. For Arc and Al, it means finding themselves on opposite sides of the battlefield for the first time in their lives as their unbreakable bond and very nature is tested.

Aaaaah how lovely of you!!!! Have you found a fave amongst them yet??

And I’ve added you! Ta for your interest, seriously ^^