here‘s my favorite raccoon picture ever. Cheers me up all the time!!! He is a tiny,,
hi hello i am not feeling super duper today so please tag me in all fluff, all memes, all animal pictures, and anything sweet and nice that will make me feel better <3
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PREACH ‼️ YELL IT ‼️‼️
Just a reminder that people who still live with their parents as adults deserve respect and for you to stop being ableist. There are multiple reasons someone could still live with their parents! From invisible to visible disabilities, finance issues, and more!
Stop using the “well they’re gonna turn into a creep living in their parents basement” punchline! It’s disgusting. STOP. BEING. ABLEIST. STOP. FORGETTING. THE. POOR.
I love you mean girls in literature, I love you manipulative and scheming elder sisters of the protagonists, I love you ambitious women washing damned spots from bloody hands, I love you “she was always the perfect/favorite child,” I love you Emma Woodhouses and Caroline Bingleys, I love you mean girls with complex and morally questionable but ultimately understandable motivations, I love you mean girls they called evil and never bothered to explain at all, I love you mean girls who are not even girls, I love you queen bees, bullies, cheerleading captains, and heads of the school play in teen flicks, I love you weapons of war and calculating politicians and manipulators of royal court, I love you sirens and succubi and vampiresses, I love you changed by the end, I love you still the same bitch as before-
I sit down to write and suddenly all the little things bother me… The dirt on my monitor display, the red underlined spelling error on the page, my broken Y-button, the random question of how to set an apostrophe correctly, the looming guilt of possibly being illiterate for not knowing the apostrophe thing besides doing this writing thing for a living since six years, the unspoken truth that if I were to give up on my job I would give up on the only thing I’m barely good at, the fact my dad never apologised
#Queer Agony
I know that some people are annoyed that authors make their main character have an interest in books but to me it’s such a love confession. I feel like it’s just part of our writing/reading culture to mention in our books that we love the feeling of books, their smell, that this is our world. This is where we go and where some of us are most alive. We write our books and we love it so much that we can‘t help but to mention how it feels to love them, how it feels to love creating and consuming the creations of others. I know it might be perceived as „authors feel obligated to write a main character who likes reading/writing“ but maybe,, maybe sometimes it’s just us being in love with what we do.
Sure, it can get boring when the only hobby possible for a character is reading and we should make sure to include one or two more interests but all in all, i think it’s something beautiful. I write in the library and it feels like I am connecting to my birth place, as a writer. I haven’t been at the library in years, i stepped into the fantasy section yesterday and for a second i was home. I usually feel a lot of anxiety in public but when i was there i barely cared about other people and how they perceive me, i was overwhelmed with joy when i was so suddenly surrounded by books, by the quiet voices of all those authors that came before, all their dreams and inner worlds collected and sorted in this place that was created for just that.
So i get it. I get why they dedicate a few paragraphs to describing the comfort of books. Why they make their characters like reading or writing. I feel like it’s not just a self-insert thing to do,,,,,
how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide
bonus:
My average writing experience:
"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"
*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*
at this point let Cadence have their village vacation. Let them be free.
I’m relieved to know I’m not the only writer experiencing this. Because somehow you would think „I’m the writer, I’m in control“ but then this kinda stuff happens and suddenly you’re questioning how that is even possible
chasing that character that never follows the outline and ends up doing random shit that adds nothing to the plot for 5 extra chapters you hadn’t even planned
ugghh uaahhfh aaafdhhf a I write about war. Constantly in the trenches. You’re safe and wanted here.
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