i spent to much time doing this

I try not to be mad about stuff too much but few things bother me quite as much as “it’s not that deep”

It just feels very dismissive, carrying with it a heavily implied “why do you care about this so much? It’s just a stupid small thing that you should just look at and then not think about” which I’m sort of reflexively sensitive to as an autistic person and why the hell is it any of your damage if other people are caring about harmless things, but that all aside:

Like okay, my pretty much main central hobby is stories and storytelling. I’ve spent pretty much most of my life consuming stories, thinking about them, thinking about why things make me feel the way that I do and how this ties into the complex world of fiction and fantasy.

Someone who spends a lot of time thinking about food and cooking techniques and taste and texture and the qualities therein, and trains their tongue, doesn’t shut their taste buds off when they eat a McDonald’s burger. And if they bring any of their culinary expertise to bear talking or thinking about the burger, it’s not proof that somehow they’ve become convinced that this is actually a 5-star restaurant.

Part of it is just reflex.

The other part of it is: I enjoy depth. As a writer myself, I enjoy reading depth in things. Sometimes, the depth was not there originally, but I can see potentials- see, if you paired this, with that, you could tie these inconsequential little plot threads together! It heightens my enjoyment in a different way- when you have a writer who does put that kinda depth into something, it’s really rewarding to poke at the depth and see if I can’t figure out where they’re going for this.

But I have a whole other relationship where sometimes a thing just feels, very underutilized to me, and because of that my fanwork and meta actively becomes less speculation and more wishful thinking- and there’s a place for that too. Hell, I have a VLD icon right now. VLD is arguably a canon production of the wishful thinking and desire to read depth into a show that didn’t have depth in many of those areas- DotU.

Every successful adaptation that puts greater thought into the canon it originally came from is the product of someone who was faced with “it’s not that deep” by rolling up their sleeves and going “not yet it isn’t.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine there's a play at school and Stan is cast as the lead princess and bill is obvs the prince n stan is wearing a v long elegant dress bill is all dressed up idk where I was going with this it popped into my head u can add onto it if you want.

okay so i took this idea and ran w/ it

i thought about doing a mini fic/normal one but i might be going too far

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i really cannot with kylo ren. i probably shouldn’t watch the next movie in the theatre, seeing as a theatre is a public place and yet i cannot guarantee that i won’t just scream DO YOU KNOW WHO YOUR PARENTS ARE??????? they are FINE and BEAUTIFUL and BRAVE and HILARIOUS PEOPLE who happen to be like THE GREATEST CINEMATIC SHIP OF ALL TIME and you TEAR THEM ASUNDER FOREVER by BECOMING EMO/EVIL and then MURDERING YOUR BEAUTIFUL DAD?????? who do you think you are, sonny???????????? don’t you know how badly you RUINED THIS FOR ME??

I finaaaaally got my hair cut omg. It was down to about the middle of my back before, it’s about chin length now. And she showed me how to curl it because like, I’ve literally never had to actually style my hair before and just always straightened it so I really didn’t know how lmao but it looks SO GOOD curled so I want to keep doing that for sure.

She was great. It took like three hours because I had it coloured and highlighted too. About time. It’s been like well over a year since I’ve had it cut and a loooong time since I’ve had it this short.

I’ve spent so much money on this and new clothes lately it’s like the very definition of treating yourself. But I was honestly tired of looking so gross and poor. ._.

Choices (Part 38)….

“When I first found out, it pretty much knocked me sideways, I really didn’t know what to do. The thing is…” Beca trailed off, looking to her wife for permission to share this part of their joint history, and Chloe simply smiled and nodded her head.

“When I became symptomatic, I ignored a lot of it. I thought it was just stress from my job or too much caffeine consumption, too much time spent in front of a computer screen. When I realised something might actually be wrong I got scared,” Beca admitted, her voice cracking a little as she thought back on that time.

“I was engaged to the love of my, we had made all these plans and I was facing into a mountain of medical tests. On top of that, I did it without Chloe by my side,” she said, a lump forming in her throat as the guilt began to rise in her chest.

“I knew that this would have an affect on her and I wanted to spare her from whatever pain she might’ve had to deal with. So I kept everything from her. Instead I confided in my best friend Jesse and carried on as if everything was normal.”

Chloe reached across and grabbed a hold of Beca’s hand under the table, squeezing it lovingly.

“Finding out I had MS was a rollercoaster of emotions. I didn’t know a whole lot about it all I heard were words like disease, nerve damage, things that scared the hell out of me. I thought, that’s it my life’s over and I didn’t want what was happening to me, to affect Chloe’s life in any way.”

Beca bit her lip and dropped her eyes, thinking about the heartache she had caused her then future wife by thinking walking away would make things easier. Thank God her favourite redhead knocked some sense into her.

“But Chloe, when I finally told her, God, she was amazing,” Beca sighed in awe, facing her wife and squeezed her hand. “She knew exactly where my head was at and she reeled me back in, saved me really.”

Chloe blushed at this, she would never call choosing to stay with Beca some heroic act, it was simply love, all love. Noting more nothing less.

“She literally researched everything there was to know about MS, educated the both of us on the disease and that was when I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I saw her,” Beca smiled at her wife.

By this point Chloe was blushing furiously. Beca wasn’t one to shower people in affection yet here she was, displaying to the world, the fact that Chloe was the exception to all of Beca’s rules.

“Like Chloe said I have good days and bad days, just like anyone else but the good always outweighs the bad. I may not be able to control something as unpredictable as MS but I can choose how I want to live my life, and I intend to live it to the full.”

Beca nodded at that as if affirming what she had said and Chloe nudged her with her shoulder, in full agreement. This was their journey and nothing was going to get in the way of it.

“That’s the one thing I encourage everyone to remember, even when you think you don’t, you always have a choice. Make good ones,” Beca finished with a wink and a smirk to the camera.


Killua needs more hugs!!