Why every time a fantasy book has some kind of human-animal bonding thing, 90% of the time it’s a wolf and the rest of the time it’s some other cool animal like a hawk or some other bird of prey?
Why not some ordinary animal that people usually come in contact with, like a rat or a pidgeon or hell, a pig?
I could write that, actually. A dude practicing Dark And Forbidden inherent animal magic, whose familiar is a pig.
Not even a wild boar or anything, just a completely ordinary sow.
Just a man and a pig, hanging out, being friends. Making morbid jokes about eating each others’ children.
ds9 is often touted as a response to the utopian portrayal of the federation in tng but i think voyager also works well in that comparison. janeway especially feels like a foil to picard in a lot of ways. they start out very similar, model captains who quote philosophy and believe in the federation above all, but instead of getting to go on grand adventures on the federation’s flagship she’s thrown into a nightmare situation where she’s forced to constantly balance upholding those ideals against the survival of her crew. i think a lot of what people interpret as her being ethically inconsistent is just the result of her working through that conflict every time a new crisis arises. after all, it’s easy to pay lip service to a policy of diplomacy and non-interference but another thing entirely to stick to it during a long-term survival situation. is today the day you take a stand and refuse to back down from what you think is right or do you give up a little bit of yourself so that you can survive?
— ❝ Addiction is something you’ll learn to love. ❞
ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ::ungrateful and spoiled. ɪ ᴀᴍ :: living in the moment. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ::trending on your twitter feed.
Wʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ?
→the camera is rolling and you can hear a voice in the background. it was a male voice. the figure has his back turn towards the camera as he takes his seat in a chair. slowly the chair turns around and a young man can be seen. “hello!” he greeted the camera warmly. “the name is kim taehyung but please call me joseph.” the american was something he was more familiar and comfortable with these days.”i just got back from living aboard with my aunt and now i guess i’m back home.” taehyung had already miss new york a lot but he didn’t want mope on camera. “i’m currently already settle in so i guess now its time to…” taehyung isn’t one to ignore phone calls. casually without excusing himself he left to answer it.
Wʜʏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ʜᴇʀᴇ?
→ “aspiration?” taehyung gently stroke the bottom of his chin as his eyes wander the room freely. a minute had passed and he realize that he was distracted with the though of going out and drinking with a couple of friends for the night. “i don’t know.” he shrug. letting out a playful laugher he looked at the camera, making eye contact with the potential person who would be reviewing this clip. “i like to live in the moment. but as of right now i want to be a trainee and go from there. who know maybe 8 years from now i’ll be a producer or maybe an actor as well.” nodding his head he reach over to grab his jacket. “all in all, i’ll live in the moment. and my moment is to be out so peace!” he throws up the v sign next to his face cutely before reaching over to turn the off camera.
→ ROOKIES! is a closed, literate KRP that follows the triumphs and heartaches of original characters living in Seoul and trying to find their way in the competitive world of K-Pop. From the struggles of training to the moment they finally debut and beyond, ROOKIES! takes you on the journey from starry-eyed dreamer to idol star. THINK YOU’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE IT TO THE TOP?
just once I want to see a good post critiquing makeup culture that doesn’t turn out to be made by some janky radfem blog
oh hey!! I’m not a janky radfem I can do it myself!
makeup culture is wack and normalizes a ludicrously high bar as the bare minimum women can do. I saw a “lazy"makeup tutorial the other day that listed 22 separate goddamn products. you’re supposed to buy and know how to use 22 different things on your face just for the privilege of being considered lazy and that’s uuuuuuh what’s the word? bullshit.
Really, five products could work, even 3. Just frame the face, eyes, lips, and you’re done.
0 products also works great
because I’m gonna be real here, the idea that 22 products is a minimum sucks but it’s really upsetting that any amount of makeup is the bare minimum at all
I would really just suggest some powder foundation, concealer, mascara and lipgloss/lipstick, or tbh just mascara works too, but that’s up to you
I’m sorry if I didn’t express this clearly enough in the original post but I’m not really looking for more concise makeup regiments. my intention was to point out how it’s Bad that makeup is considered a bare minimum at all, regardless of individual feelings on the matter
no face should be “required” to have “a minimum” of makeup. makeup has no health benefits and does nothing but fill the pockets of companies that prey on women and our insecurities.
makeup should not be seen as hygiene because it isnt. get that shit out of your head.
this post: makeup culture is ridiculous and 22 products should not be considered a minimum requirement for someones face. no one should have to do that
the notes: so like……. what youre saying is……. we need to make the minimum about 5 or 6 instead… i gotcha
Really the only makeup you need is eyeliner but that’s just my personal opinion
Something was going on with the scion of House Desjardoux. And it was about time, too. The young man, despite his eccentricities and bookishness, was quite a catch; handsome, from a good family, and in line to inherit a decent fortune. Yet every match that had been arranged for him, he had turned down.
But rumor had it, he would be attending House Montpelier’s soiree with a plus one.
Who could the lucky girl be? And how many of Symonnet’s turned-down, would-be brides were sharpening letter openers and seam rippers to stab her in the back as soon as they had an opportunity?
Imagine their surprise when he arrived with, of all things, a malemiqo'te on his arm. There were at least three ladies on fainting couches and another two who got quiteembarrassingly drunk that night.
Note: The thread clarifies that volunteers for the OTW are not being SWATted at this time. The reason to get in touch with your local police about your risk of being SWATted is that someone malicious has obtained a list of OTW volunteer emails and is sending illegal content (CSAM) to them. A person who will do that is more likely to SWAT you, or give your email to someone who will, than most people, so contacting your local police now means that if it happens you’re prepared in advance. It’s a low-effort way to increase your safety, but is a good move to make if your risk of getting SWATted ticks up above normal as it has for these people.
(CSAM = child sexual assault material. SWAT/SWATted = having a fake bomb or gun threat phoned in naming your address, causing a SWAT team to attack your house, damaging your place of living and risking injuring or killing you and people you live with.)
Additionally, if you’re an OTW volunteer, look up “[your email client] disable image loading”. The steps are specific to whichever programs and services you use, but this will reduce your risk of getting exposed to graphic & illegal images if you’re sent them. It may not catch everything (because that’s more intensive and starts to affect the client’s functioning) but it’s better than nothing and it’s another preemptive step you can take.
Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014.Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.
Fics are not social media posts. There’s no “stalking” someone’s “old posts”. They’re meant to be found and enjoyed years down the line. No need to be nervous.
I reblog this message every time it comes across my dash because it’s true. And also:
When I first started writing fanfic, back in the mid 1990s (yes! the late twentieth century!) one of the discouraging things about it was that people treated fanfic as if it was disposable. It seemed like what most readers wanted was a constant stream of new content, whereas I tend to produce one big work every 6-12 months. It made me sad that people seemed to think there was no point to re-reading or saving old fic. There is no sell-by date on fiction! It does not get out of order! It can still work even years or decades later!
So yeah, I have stories up at ao3 that are literally a quarter-century old, and every time someone leaves a comment on them I am very pleased to get it. We get attached to our stories and it cheers us up to see that they are still finding readers. It means that they are still ‘alive,’ in some way.
AO3 is not social media, it’s (essentially) a library.
You’re meant to engage with any and all of it, regardless of age.
This. (And you could make a case that the older the fic on which feedback is received, the moreit’s appreciated…)
the most fucking annoying thing about mental illness is that knowing more about it literally does not make a difference. you can watch your own insanity creep up on you in real time, know exactly where it’s coming from and what it’s gonna do to you, know all the silly little psychiatry words for all your silly little “symptoms”, and still have no control over its grip on you. like, i am NOT at the steering wheel in here at ALL bro.
A character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is forced to live, to put one foot in front of the other and find healing, who chooses to pour goodness into the world and make the world a better place
Is more satisfying to me than a character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is redeemed through death
99.9% of the time.
There was a tumblr post about this where basically it was “redemption isn’t about people forgiving you because you do better now, it’s about you doing better even if no one forgives you.”
And honestly this post changed my view on redemption arcs and on the “Redeemed Through Death” arc.
Non-euclidean geometry suggests that parallel lines may cross at infinity. This reminds me of you: we spend our eternity side-by-side, but never touching. If I were to curve my path just so, or you angle yours, we would connect for one or perhaps even a series of moments, but after would grow further apart.
See, the fact is that reality is finite, and I cannot bear to lose the potential our infinity holds. So I will walk the same path I have always walked, by your side, never close enough to hold you. And if, by chance, you ask me to tell you a love story, I will make sure you know this: parallel lines cross at infinity.
