Damn. That's Awesome!!!!

eat drink sleep play

I saw this the day after my birthday...

happy birthday someone

something I think we all know about fanfic, but don’t talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I don’t always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, y’all. Sometimes I don’t even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, I’m ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, we’re never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldn’t, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You don’t need to create a six course meal if you don’t want to. You don’t have to make something complex and homemade if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. It’s okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.

Where did you come from,

Where did you come from,

Cotton Eye Joe

Was going through my list cuz I realized I haven't seen one of the people I follow recently and they're just fucking Gone

Worst part is I can't even hunt them down because I forget what they're user was😭 all I remember was that it started with an O and had a Tim drake pfp WHERE ARE YOUUU

I'm going to sleep, any recommendations for some good dreams?

A Faceless person sits at the table in the center of the room. They are shuffling cards, waiting for you to take your seat. They hum as they deal the hands. You are playing Go Fish. 

As you play, you and the Faceless being speak of many things. You speak of knowledge of the near future, approaching events, some fortuitous and many most bleak. The conversation turns to talk of a greater event, the darkest hour yet to come. 

The Faceless one comments this: ‘There are many beasts and horsemen in my stables. I have yet to decide which to unleash.’ 

You watch as features bubble up beneath the Faceless skin–the beginnings of a nose, lips, eyelids, a face protruding from a once smooth expanse. No longer Faceless, the devil stands up, shakes your hand, and makes to leave. It pauses just once, to call back into the room. ‘The cards are a gift.’

You look at the cards and they have changed. They are black, large, inscribed in a language you do not read but which the cards read to you. When the cards start speaking to you, you put them away in their box. Already too many things are unleashed in the world.

Tonight, you spoke with the devil. 

The devil looked a lot like you. 

I seriously feel like if you're under various warnings and watches that it should be illegal to make you pay for your weather updates. Like, why are you withholding information about the fucking storm that could kill me or make tornadoes that could kill me?

'People are panicking about AI tools the same way they did when the calculator was invented, stop worrying' cannot stress enough the calculator did not forcibly pervade every aspect of our lives, has such a low error rate it's a statistical anomaly when it does happen, isn't built on mass plagiarism, and does not obliterate the fucking environment when you use it. Be so fucking serious right now

dragonair’s (and dratini) lair garden in the sky ~ 💙

I had to reread this post 5 times before my brain stopped processing tomato as tornado.

I fucking love tomato sauce!!!!! come on guys!!!!!!!! we love tomato sauce let's talk about it!!!