I Am About To Watch S6e1 Of Arrow And I Swear To Fucking God, If Felicity Dies I Will Burn CW To The

Comment on fanfics

A few days back on AO3 I found an unfinished, two chapter spideypool fanfic that was cute and had lots of potential and was also last updated two years ago. Two whole years! And it had only three comments, all of which on chapter one, none on chapter two. I enjoyed the fanfic, despite it being far, FAR from being finished and the chance of it ever updating again anytime soon was just about zero. So you know what I did?

I wrote a damn comment. On chapter two.

And I made sure that fucker was long and had a small theory of where I think the author would take the fanfic in the future. I let the person behind the fic know that I friggin LOVED the two chapters I got to read! That I would LOVE to see more! That I’d jump out of my skin in happiness and virtually hug them half to death if I saw that they updated it.

Let me remind you this fic wasn’t updated in two YEARS! I was the first to comment on it in a year. And the first to comment on chapter two! And you know what happened today?

I got a reply.

From the author of the fanfic. And the author said how I gave them life for a project they had loved (still did) and that they were now working on a third chapter. After two YEARS of not updating. Of not writing. And it makes me so friggin happy seeing what I did. What I caused.

With a single. Damn. Comment.

All that it took for me was to think a bit about what I wanted to tell the author and the comment it. All it took was one comment. And suddenly this person was inspired to continue a fanfic they had abandoned for TWO YEARS!!

I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be more proud.

Comment on people’s fanfics. No matter how few chapters there are. No matter how many years have passed since their last update. Comment. You like a fanfic? Comment on it. It’s that easy.

Ooo what an awesome way to follow your breath in meditation!!

Ever since I found out the word “inspire” meant “to breathe INTO,” as in being inspired meant something divine was breathing its breath/spirit into someone, repeating this a couple times (preferably outside) has been helping with my anxiety:

Deep breath in: “The world breathes into me.”

Breath out: “I breathe into the world.”

(You could of course substitute a deity or spirit or something else for “the world” if that’s your thing. It just isn’t mine.)

I love watching the sun leak through the surface of the ocean 

ryanpernofski

How appropriate. Happy 4th. :)

Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

This eagle truly represents America. What a majestic symbol.

Wut.

Not all ‘acronyms’ are acronyms. When a group of words is represented by each of their initials and the letters can be sounded out as its own word, like NASA or NATO, it’s an acronym. However, if the initial letters have to be pronounced separately, like FBI or OMG, it’s not an acronym - it’s an initialism. Source Source 2 Source 3

YADYASYASYAS ROSA FOREVAAA

fuck yall and your bad boys. wheres my bad girls. wheres my secretive and mysterious love interest. wheres my outcast gf. wheres my cat rescuing, leather wearing, motorcycle riding wife???

Whoa...

I need need NEED my BROtP to get their mojo back!

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