“I’ll kill you,” X screamed as they were dragged away, “if you touch them, I’ll kill you.”
Y smiled and crouched in front of Z, who curled into themself. “Now, what are we going to do with you?” They asked softly. Z couldn’t help the small whimper which escaped them.
Transitioning in the star trek universe where they replicate the estrogen right into my raktajino and my holographic AI surgeon whips me up a mathematically perfect hyper vagina over the course of a lunch break which somehow leads to a wacky scenario that threatens to expose 5 ensigns to the vacuum of space
It can be two things
i read statboosts’s comment in Miles O’Brien’s voice in my head and now i’m laughing so hard i’m worried i might fracture a rib
if you don’t support your favorite fics you’re going to lose your favorite writers
it’s not even that hard to reblog, it’s just one click of a button that exposes a fic that a writer worked so hard on to other people who might enjoy it. if you don’t want some post to “ruin” the aesthetic of your blog, the least you can do is comment. it doesn’t have to be an essay, it doesn’t have to be over 100 words; even a cute little “good fic” means so much because we see that comment. we see every comment.
the phrase “write for yourself” is honestly dumb to me. don’t use that against writers who are looking for more feedback. if i really didn’t care about what you think, then i wouldn’t have posted it here in the first place. simple as that.
i LOVE the idea of “i can’t win, but you can lose” in fictional confrontations it is SO fucking tasty. the human nature to self destruct and the human nature to survive by any means necessary combined at its finest.
character: has no chance of winning a fight they’re in
me:
character: allows the person they’re fighting to wound them, perhaps even fatally, so that they can get close enough to slip past their defences and destroy them right back
