And Then This One Is My Full Name, I Love Both Very Much ♡ Just Surprised There Isn't More Poetry Consodering

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

If you use character a.i. for fun, I suggest you keep that as your dirty little secret.

Your fun little app is stealing from writers--it comes at a cost that's paid in harm to the rest of us.

You'll find yourself blocked by most online creatives once they see how proud (or not ashamed) you are of your carefree use of a system that ruins fandom by stealing their hard work.

This theft damages the motivation of writers and artists to continue sharing their work with anyone.

You hurt us all by your selfish use of generative a.i.

Keep it to yourself or be blocked once you're found out.

Oh no no no Oh no thats not good. Thats not good at all.

Sometimes I get too in my head with my writing. Especially about my smut. I reread every last word with the most critical of eyes and think, Ooh is that cringe? Will that be too graphic? Will this word or phrase take people out of the scene?

And then I read a book. A published, hardcover, NYT bestsellers list book and...

Did you get that?

Someone looked at this sentence (likely more than one someone, tbh) and was like, 'Yeah. We'll print that.'

So the moral of the story, my fellow heathen smut writers, is that we're fine.

As a matter of fact, we're actually fucking amazing.

The moon is beautiful reblog if you agree

I'm starting a collection

ABO (A) Aizawa Shota x (O) GN Reader Apple Cider Donuts

Word count: 1505 Warnings: None. 

Title: ABO (A) Aizawa Shota x (O) GN Reader Apple Cider Donuts

Summary: You find a new addition to the family and go on a grocery run.

(Gif not mine. Credit to owner.) 

Weiterlesen

A bus may have only a couple of passengers, especially at the beginning or end of its route. But let's also take fuel efficiency into account.

Now there is no step she can take in any direction. She weeps suddenly, stops suddenly, laughs. Sorry! I’m empty. I mean, tired. Today. Inside her chest everything is ablaze.

— Anne Carson, "Poor Houdini" (x)

Fuck "You're allowed to take up space". It's "You're SUPPOSED to take up space!" You can not lean yourself into a corner like a folding chair if you are human. Take the space to breathe and dance and laugh and cry and be angry! You are human not a chair!