i don't know...it's just what i think

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  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

happy (late) birthday @pixlokita!!! 

another part for the baby shinichi au, this time with ‘ellery’ making himself a nightmare for haibara to look after so she’ll hurry up with her antidote. this is probably right after she tells him he’s better this way because at least now he can’t run off and reveal his identity to people (plus he’s still ticked off about hattori being the one to name him after his favourite writer, how dare she allow that to happen)

bonus:

movement test!! still have some small things to fix yet but for the most part the animation meme’s coming along nicely!! :0

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I Can’t Think Straight (2008)

Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”

But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it. To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy. The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm. 

A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat. 

Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.

This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.

so I’ve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave need—I’m talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.

but that also means that there’s a bunch of saints hanging around who are just—minor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. They’re not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.

so what do you do, if you’re a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the “jesus, don’t turn red don’t turn red’ muttered by cab drivers and the “christ, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?” spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the “oh god please let me make this meeting in time” “please don’t let me fail” “I’m so tired I hope I can get home”

or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter “god, let me be okay” there’s some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside you—and though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, “yeah, you’re going to be fine.”

PUNNY
  • Draco: *poses in front of the mirror for hours*
  • Harry, texts: wHERE R U??
  • Draco, texts: I don't think I'm coming.
  • Harry, texts: WHAT WHYY??
  • Draco, texts: All my clothes make me look fat.
  • Harry, texts: It's okay. I love you just the WEIGH you are 😊
  • Harry, texts after 15 minutes: Draco?
  • Draco, texts: What kind of love potion did u give me

I get so tired of the way fandoms feel entitled to their writers, sometimes. 

By sometimes, I of course mean “always,” but that isn’t the point right now. I am not the point right now. The point is this:

It’s really hard not to consider the majority of your readers as assholes when you’ve got hit figures in the hundreds and comment figures in single digits.

It’s really hard to drum up motivation to keep writing when the only feedback you get is the impossible to gauge kudos.

It’s really hard to share your work with people who look at it and then move on without reacting, especially when you see how the most basic of sketches get ten times the notes your writing does.

It’s really hard to be a fandom writer, unless you’re one of the popular ones - and even then, that comes with its own pitfalls. Sure, you get the higher comment counts, but you also get the anons. And the rude comments. 


I don’t understand why-

I don’t like this-

I don’t think you should do that-


Dear Fandom:

You don’t own your writers. Your writers are fans, just like you. Your writers are creators, just like your artists and gifmakers. Your writers are not story-machines, insert coins here to produce words below. Your writers are not automatons who unflinchingly accept your demands and abuse. Your writers are not free of any obligation save for producing stories for your amusement. 

Dear Fandom:

Your writers are people. Your writers are artists of a different medium. Your writers deserve as much praise and feedback as your visual artists.

Dear Fandom:

Everyone can write. Not everyone can write well. Help those who can’t to improve. Praise those who can and encourage them to keep going.

Dear Fandom: 

It takes less than five minutes to type “This was great, I liked it when she kicked the dude’s teeth in!” and hit Comment

Dear Fandom: 

Fic links can be reblogged, too - it’s not just visuals and meta!

Dear Fandom: 

You think that the quality of fic is declining in your fandom? Maybe you should look at why that is, instead of complaining that your writers are lazy or careless.

Dear Fandom:

It is really hard not to hate you sometimes.

Lena is definitely that girl who is content to suffer silently with her affections into eternity. 

She’s ‘never had a friend like Kara before’ and she wouldn't risk losing it for anything. Not after everything else she’s lost.

And, in some ways, she can’t imagine being closer to Kara than she is. She’s already revealed so much of herself to her. Hell, she already sends Kara flowers and goes on ‘dates’ and pays for their dinner (Of course, Kara pays for it every odd time, despite Lena’s “But I’m rich!” efforts. But Lena still feels some kinda something when it’s her turn to do so).

And Lena knows very well how she really feels about Kara. She’s fairly emotionally self aware, what with the threat of some hidden internal darkness always looming. But even without that, how could she not know?

It’s like a bolt of electricity straight to the chest.

She feels it whenever Kara laughs at something Lena said and always, without fail, ducks her head as she does so. 

She feels it whenever Kara makes silly faces in conversation to make Lena laugh in return.

She feels it whenever Kara gets that crinkle in her forehead when Lena talks about something that’s bothering her.

She feels it whenever Kara hugs her, which is every single time they part ways.

And to her own surprise, she feels it whenever Kara calls her her friend. 

Or perhaps, in this case, it’s less like electricity and more like… a warmth in the center of her chest.

It should probably feel wrong, for Kara to call her her friend when she has not-friend feelings for her. Like it’s less than what she wishes she had. 

But it doesn’t. It feels right. It feels like more than she ever could have imagined.

It feels like an honor. 

And when Kara calls her her best friend, oh, Lena thinks her heart could explode from the sun suddenly contained within it. 

Instead, the warmth spreads throughout her body and settles into her bones and she thinks, 

“Yeah, this is enough. This could be enough.”

angel-without-wings-sew  asked:

Not sure if you know this, John of course is a very seductive lip licker which gives us 'those moments ' when we know that he is in an interesting place in his head.... but is this a john thing or a Martin thing? I've been watching out for it in other Martin roles but don't see it so are those lips licked just for Sherlock ? Wow that's a mouthful to say!! Haha

Hey Lovely!

You know what? I actually think this is a Martin thing, because I have seen interviews where he does it, as well as in a few of his other roles. But yeah, I feel like its a conscious decision on Martin’s part to make John an obsessive lip-licker, especially around Sherlock or when he’s thinking or talking about Sherlock.

John is very… unapologetic in his desire for Sherlock. I think though, on Martin’s part, he made this one of John’s “unconscious tics”, like the hand clench when John is stressed or hiding his true emotions.

Martin is a brilliant “micro-expression” actor; it’s why his John Watson is so amazing.

That all said… WHY make John obsessively lick his lips around or when thinking about Sherlock if not to show John’s possible attraction to him? Well, I mean there are other reasons: I guess John just has really dry lips. All the time. Especially around Sherlock. Someone get that boy a chapstick.

Sentence starters
  • Based on famous text-posts
  • "Bro, you look so cute right now. Dude, you are so fucking adorable."
  • "Wanna watch this murder documentary with me?"
  • "I may act like I'm sassy but if you're mean to me there's a 900% chance I'll cry."
  • "I may act like I'm clueless but actually know what's going on at al times."
  • "ATTENTION: I need attention."
  • "I don't have a nervous system. I'm a nervous system."
  • "Drugs? No thanks, the only 'high' I need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder."
  • "I think I'm subconsciously trying to ruin my own life."
  • "Why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?"
  • "I try not to sound like an asshole but it's really hard because I am an asshole."
  • "I don't want to look 'pretty', I want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening."
  • "I'm the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know."
  • "Girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. I don't remember what I was going to say but I'm just gay."
  • "I'd love to relax but that's just not realistic."
  • "Contrary to popular belief I'm actually soft and have feelings."
  • "This could be less hetero."
  • "To be honest I just need a hug."
  • "Why can't I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?"
  • "This is it, this is how I die: Lack of attention."
  • "Are we just friends or is this flirting serious?"
  • "I have this problem where I isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because I'm lonely."
  • "I may be ugly but at least I have an ugly personality too. Consistency is key."
  • "I don't wanna get involved in drama I just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened."
  • "I am bysexual as in I'm not interested, goodbye."
  • "I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored."
  • "Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees."
  • "I'm so tired of not being a multimillionaire."
  • "I panic alot of other places besides the disco."
  • "Which layer of hell do you think you're going to?"
  • "My kink is being right."
  • "My kink is being home alone."
  • "You're really sensitive for a selfish asshole."
  • "I can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, I have a big heart and can't treat people badly, that's just not me."
  • "What about netflix and kill?"
  • "No offense but why does everyone hate me?"
  • "I'm a strong independent introvert who don't need no social life."
  • "Why do I get struggles instead of snuggles?"
  • "If a conversation goes on too long without being about me, I'm out."
  • "I'm small, queer and something to fear."
  • "All this sadness is bad for my skin."
  • "I'm cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive"
  • "I'm beautiful and underappreciated."
  • "She's beauty, she's grace, she's me."
  • "Sorry for being awesome, loser."
  • "Is 'no' an emotion? Because I'm feeling it."
Just to be clear


You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
Y O U   C A N   B E   P O L Y A M O R O U S   A N D   S T I L L   C H E A T

YOU CAN BE IN A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP AND STILL BE CHEATING

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If you haven’t listened to the entire “Wild World” album by Bastille then you are missing out on some good introspective music time.

there's gonna come a time when their opinion doesn't bother you anymore. keep going. you're doing great.
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I made (extra dark chocolate) truffles on a whim.

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And then this happened. :v

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