I saw a post that was 'we know Jason Todd is a fanfic author, but what if Dick Greyson was ALSO a fanfic author and also ghost wrote endings to Jason's Fics when he died as a coping mechanism' the other day, and I can't find it now but I would like to add:
Dick waking up the morning after one of the big Fanfiction Purges and finding out all his dead brother's fics were deleted with no backup to speak of.
Just internalize that you're right and everyone else is wrong and doesn't know what they're doing.
i hate driving. here are the laws! if you break them there will be consequences! except youre also expected to break the law just a little bit. people will get mad at you if you dont. you dont have right of way but the person who does is waving you forward for some reason. here's the speed limit! it's not the speed limit, the actual speed limit is that plus ~5-10. the light is green but you're in the turning lane. can you go? should you have gone just then? the person behind you is honking at you. there's a weird noise coming from your engine; if you try to do the right thing and get it checked out, will you get scammed? you are driving a 1-2 ton metal machine rocketing at speeds unknown to humankind for most of history. around a million people die in car accidents every year; that's about one person every thirty seconds. if you take that seriously and try to drive safely then people get mad at you.
Wow it's almost as if gender is not a solid basis on which to decide who get to have what kind of problems. It's almost like gender is a social construct
about to say something mean but i feel like every "male-specific" issue is something that also happens to women its just that a lot of you dont seem to see women as people
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
Underrated Percabeth moment. A reminder that Annabeth doesn't just tolerate Percy's humor, she loves him for it. At their most desperate, when they're close to death, when everything seems hopeless, he can still make her laugh.
Logan: everything I do is completely rational.
Virgil: just yesterday you nearly died choking on water after you chugged two bottles at the same time to ‘meet your daily quota.’
Patton: that’s taking hydrate or die-state to a whole new level.
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time. Credit to Teaableu for my icon!!!!!!!
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