I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes
Apollo and his Tomfoolery :3
Hades game Apollo!
I know it's an issue that boys are not taught emotional maturity amd women are expected to take care of them but please do not think that therefore it must be true that women ARE taught emotional maturity. Like please take a look at all of our mothers and tell me you honest to god believe that
“I once said that science is neat. I don’t know if I believe that anymore. Because science is really messy. It can be used for greatness, for love, for humanity. And it can also be used to other, to murder, and to mutilate. We want science to be something outside of, higher than, ourselves, but it has always just been us. And so it is up to us what to do with science.
Dr. Lubelle has presented you with a vision of science that is colonizing, that is devoid of wonder, as barren as the Atacama Desert. And you have reacted against that with distrust and fear and anger. I understand that.
But I am presenting you with a different vision of science, and I hope you have seen that I have done so for my entire decade in your community. A science that is your neighbor, a science that seeks not to steal the stars, but to show them to you all the better.
So I am asking you, my community, to trust me. To trust that the best way to fight science used for ill is not superstition, or a retreat away from everything we have learned, or to distrust all science. Science is a tool, helpful and dangerous, but we will use it only for our fellow humans, with the benefit of the least of us always in mind. This is the only true way to face up to those who use this most beautiful of human inventions against humanity itself. I invite you to join me in doing so. ”
Episode 230 - Carlos, Explained
i would've fucked so hard as a court jester in ye olde i would've jangled my balls and done a little dance and sang my silly tunes i'd be so good at my job. alas i have to be on tumblr instead which is like a poor imitation of it
bells. i meant bells
don’t do this to me
You told god you wanted to be a jester my fellow, you did this to yourself
much like the minotaur I am a creature in some sort of situation
My fic for the Malevolent Madness Mixup event is live! My artist doesn't really do socials and said they only put things up online anonymously, so I can only say that they were really lovely!
To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.
The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.
He sits on my lap while I spin, he does the little jiggle
dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain
Peer-reviewing @monikoishi's tags because they're banger.
god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
I have a disorder that makes me want to headcanon every nonhuman character with the ability to purr regardless if it makes sense for their kind or not. It's called being right. With enough research i could justify a tree purring if i wanted to
i think a tree would probably bark
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Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?
Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".
My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.
At the local bar doing trivia night theme of presidents absolutely whiffing failing every question. Nobody on our team knows fuckall about the presidents heights this isnt basketball and everyone here isnt a sportsgay even if it were. Here comes the next question. Who was the only president who never married? My boyfriend and I look at each other. Wild eyed. Knowing. Hush falls over the bar as groups panic trying to divine this knowledge from the aether. “I know this one” beckett says, sounding hunted. “I know,” i say back, like we’ve been stalking a great and terrible man-eating beast for its head and turned around to discover it behind us. “Who the fuck,” my friend says. The answer rises in me like the tide. Unstoppable. “James Buchanan,” i say, and then bite my tongue to stop myself from continuing. Dubious, but aware it’s the only response we have, my friend writes down the answer. “Why?” my other friend inquires. “How do you know that?” “People think he was gay” i reply. We are gay enough that this skates without further inquiry. My boyfriend and I avoid eye contact. Our answers are graded. We have failed trivia. Oh my god did we ever fail trivia. But question 11- who was the President who never married? has a stark graphite checkmark next to it. James Buchanan. Our friends laugh about the gay people knowing the gay president. Becketts hand finds mine under the table. We exchange a look of profound, soul eroding knowledge.
We went to stucky together.
I think it's okay to think of yourself as an animal ('I need enrichment in my enclosure') but also recognize that too deeply into that can lead to some depersonalization and a sense of helplessness. So you are also your own zookeeper in that you have some control over the enrichment you get, but also you have to do some scheduling and meal planning and budgeting because your zoo is a poorly funded conservation effort and there's a delicate balance between keeping the animals happy and keeping the animals safe.
