Recently an eighth grade teacher at one of our feeder schools told me that when she visits our high school in the late spring for Freshman Step Up Day with her students, I’m one of the very few teachers that is always still teaching my class. I felt simultaneously proud of me and ashamed of my school; the internal conflict was real.
Don’t like certain themes in a fic? You can always stop reading and move on to something else.
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Don’t enjoy the characterizations in a fic? Is it too OOC for you? Feel free to stop reading and move on to something else.
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Content of a certain fic might be triggering or upsetting to you? Please stop reading and move on to something else.
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It is *always* a reader’s responsibility to decide what they do and do not read. It is *not* the writer’s job to adhere to anyone else’s standards or preferences.
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If you send hate to an author because of something you didn’t like about their plot or characters or warnings, that is you trying to misguidedly place blame on the author, rather than taking your own responsibility for not putting down the fic and just. Moving. On. To. Something. Else.
Kids. Teenagers. As someone staring 40 in the face lemme tell you a thing.
You are going to be horrified and embarrassed at some point by the shit you are doing now.
And you are going to wish with all your might you’d done moreof it.
You’re gonna wish you had more selfies, more photos, more videos being dumb with your friends. You’re going to wish you’d had your hair even higher or your shoes even sparklier.
Go. Document the shit out of your ridiculous life. Fuck trends but if you wanna be trendy, go all in. Fuck in-groups and subcultures but if one sings to you, do it all. Be exactly as cool or punk rock or goth or fandom or country or hardcore or hip hop or whatever, and don’t let anyone tell you differently.
Just don’t hurt people. That’s the only thing you’ll ever genuinely live to regret.
I think I have talked about this before, but because life doesn’t end at twenty or thirty or forty or fifty and thinking that folks are going to fall out of social media or that there won’t always be someone your age and my age and twice both of our ages interested in [insert anything, ever] is a very limiting worldview.
Somewhere there is a sixty-five year old who unironically loves Taylor Swift’s music and a fifty-two year old writing Superwholock fanfic and a ninty year old who absolutely livesfor the next episode of Archer and a seventy-one year old that can kick anyone’s ass in k-pop trivia. There will always be these folks, and all the Internet has done is give fans of all ages a chance to interact in a way that they never had before.
Before BBSes and the Internet and Usenet and the World Wide Web and fanrings and forums and social media, those people would just love it in their own way, in the privacy of their own homes. But now anyone can make an Ao3 account or a basic fansite or tumbl about whatever they want, and sometimes you’re gonna learn those people are old but they still getit, and sometimes you’re going to find out those folks are still kids, twelve or fourteen at the oldest, and marvel at their maturity and skill and attention to detail.
And that is rad as hell, that is fucking incredible, that is… whatever the kids are saying these days, hah.
As a sidenote, once, about a decade ago, I decided to email one of my favourite authors before she bit it … she was pushing 90 at the time. ( … she’s still alive now).
Anyways, we got to having a long discussion, because I shared my deadname with her late husband, and I actually had quite a long conversation with her.
The part of the conversation I’d like to share with you about this now pushing 100-tear-old author isn’t that she developed a liking for her breakfast eggs from her honeymoon in Vienna, or that her Husband would sometimes steal her drafts to read them as soon as he could, or that she superglued a potted plant to her bookshelf to watch her orange cat try to knock it over and fail.
Nono, I mention this to bring up what she would do as a writing exercise whenever she didn’t feel like writing her serious work.
In short, erotic darkwing duck slashfic. You can find it online.
This is the greatest addition this post has gotten so far.
I realize that being asked to submit a picture to my blog might be a bit odd to some people, but I ask in a nice manner with no fear of being turned down. So I’d rather you not answer or say no thanks rather than be rude and disrespectful towards me. That’s all.
me, a fool: ok realistically, after venti’s banner there’ll probably just be a jean or diluc banner because its. its all mondstadt right. the whole update is based around mondtsadt. rosaria is the only new character and she’s a 4 star so its safe to assume that the next banner will be jean or diluc, maybe even klee. i can rest easy and spend all my primos on venti knowing that i’ll have a lot of time to grind for them again by the time childe, who is not only snezhnayan but based in liyue, gets a rerun.
mihoyo: hey guess whos banner is coming after ventis :)))
what’s up i know i don’t post here a lot (but trust me, i lurk) but i was never even a fan of rhett and link…. the one person i’ve ever loved was Jessie Mclaughlin and that’s it.
Pairings: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin/Original Character
Characters: Luke Hemmings, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford, Original Characters
Tags: Tiny-ivy-covered-french-town-AU, enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers, idiots in love, slow burn (very, very slow), pining, fluff, domestic stuff, a little hurt/comfort, smoking & drinking, technically there is only one bed, Call me by your name vibes but french, an insane amount of scenery descriptions, Luke is a famous singer in need of a getaway from his life and problems, Calum and Ashton live a quiet life in south france, Luke and Calum try very hard to hate each other and fail just as hardly
