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Monstress

@feels-like-fire / feels-like-fire.tumblr.com

30+, fandom old, R-18 only. NSFW/spoilers within. Currently: TGCF, SVSSS, MDZS.  feelslikefire @ AO3, _monstress @ twitter 

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

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But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

A few months later

All hail the High Warden of Gondor.

Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.

I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone

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Anonymous asked:

just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list

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BRO?

the written word is masturbatory! stop thinking and writing about scenarios and characters !

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Writing because it makes you feel good.

Sweet holy Thoth protect us from such dreadful self-indulgent perversions.

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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(breath)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

(gasps)

HAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHA

ow

(clutches one's aching ribs)

Why the everlasting feck does anyone THINK writers write? ALL writers?

....Plainly some people need to go take a hot shower. ...Or ten.

(walks off shaking head) Gods but what a sad deprived life some folks apparently lead. And they think it's normal. (shudder)

Rules: in a new post, show people the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

(Tagged by @thornescratch !! Thank you!!)

Here, a snippet from the draft of the latest chapter of Subversion.

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Haltingly, he tells Binghe the rest of the truth—or enough of it to matter, anyway: that he knew a version of the events of Binghe’s life from a story (“legend” is the word he uses, but close enough) in his own world. He braces for a line of questioning down this vein, but to his surprise Binghe doesn’t seem particularly interested in the details.

Or at least, not most of the details. “Shizun liked the legends about this Binghe,” says his disciple. His eyes are crescent moons, and Shen Qingqiu abruptly realizes that his sticky disciple all but has his Shizun straddling his hips now. “Even before Shizun ever met this Binghe?”

Shen Qingqiu flushes, slapping Binghe’s shoulder, and Binghe laughs. The noise is a bright peal of sound in the quiet of the clearing, and Shen Qingqiu has to briefly shut his eyes against the sting of tears it brings to hear it. “Don’t let it go to your head,” he snaps, and is jostled as Binghe wraps both arms around his waist and pulls him close.

Binghe gives him the best possible answer to this comment; Shen Qingqiu’s hands fall to Binghe’s shoulders as his disciple kisses him, warm and insistent and needful.

(I am on mobile and have forgotten the usernames of literally everyone, so uh… enjoy?)

Feel free to send this to that faraway friend who needs a hug. Sometimes you just feel like bursting through their computer screen, how dare they live so far away!!

I absolutely hate it when I hear that my name gets brought up at publishing meetings as an example of "authors who made social media work for them." Like fuck you, the lesson you should've learnt from my case was "take a chance on a book an editor is eager to acquire even if it's in a genre that hasn't been selling well" (Iron Widow got shot down at every major American publisher for market reasons even though many editors wanted it), not "LET'S PUSH AUTHORS TO BECOME INFLUENCERS." The skillset someone needs to be popular on social media is completely different than what's used to write books. Why would you force the average author to shake their ass on TikTok instead of DOING THE MARKETING THAT IS YOUR JOB and letting authors write in peace

Anonymous asked:

Tips on how to curate a good fandom experience?

  1. get some gross sicko pals to be a gross sicko with. having at least one or two who you can be a hater with too is a must. helps you save face from airing your grieviances in public. and honestly nothing more satisfying that sending some stupid shit into the group chat being like “lmao u seeing this???”.
  2. stay away from anybody who acts like fandom is serious business/activism
  3. never feel like you need to justify your likes/dislikes to some dumb cunt on the internet
  4. something making you uncomfortable isn’t the end of the world & often it’s actually quite good to examine your own discomfort/disgust and what it stems from. builds character.
  5. block/mute/unfollow at the drop of a hat
  6. make sure to cultivate your interests outside of fandom and read things other than fic, this one, i’d say, is ESSENTIAL
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do you think martin scorsese knows that tumblr exists

some poor pr flunky this morning, taking the deepest breath of his life, about to list off the 95 levels of niche internet backstory required to explain why several media outlets have reached out to his boss for comment about a movie he never made: well sir,

Elon wyd

I genuinely wish I could see inside Musk’s head or at least get an explanation for how he was thinking his plans would work out.

Like it’s clear now he is fantastically out of touch with reality but I still really wanna know like, to what degree. Did he think people would accept his ultimatum? Did he genuinely think it would only take like 300 people to keep Twitter running?

I was an intern at SpaceX years ago, back it when it was a much smaller company — after Elon got hair plugs, but before his cult of personality was in full swing. I have some insight to offer here.

Back when I was at SpaceX, Elon was basically a child king. He was an important figurehead who provided the company with the money, power, and PR, but he didn’t have the knowledge or (frankly) maturity to handle day-to-day decision making and everyone knew that. He was surrounded by people whose job was, essentially, to manipulate him into making good decisions.

Not me crying over the "Good Night Oppy" documentary on Prime.

I logged in to watch Good Omens and got completely sidetracked and now I'm having emotions over robots and Space. Again.

They engineers keep calling Opportunity "my child" and I'm 😭

Oh no. Well. I guess I'll be spending part of tomorrow crying as well, because there's no way I'm not watching that.

Listen. They played music to the rovers every "morning" to wake them up because it's a tradition to wake astronauts up with music.

And the way their voices all wobbled when they thought Spirit was dead and she came back to life listening to ABBA.

"So when you're near me, darling Can't you hear me, S.O.S.? The love you gave me Nothing else can save me, S.O.S."

I AM UNWELL.