my feelings are screaming and crying and and and and

A letter to every fanfiction author

Yes, this post is for you, the person who just spent another night writing a chapter for their fanfiction, writing for hours for those hungry fans who are following your work. 

This goes out to those amazing fanfiction authors who write amazing pieces of work. You have an amazing plot, beautiful descriptions and your characters are always perfectly in character. Reminding us all of the stories we love so much.

You make me laugh out loud. You make me cringe in embarrassment. You even make me mad enough to rant for hours. 

Originally posted by staycuteandcozy

But then, with your beautiful words and imagery, you make me sad. 

You make me cry and scream for those characters I love. You make me want to throw my tablet across the room while still wanting to hold it tightly to my chest. You make me feel emotions for these characters, emotions only the true creators have managed to pull from me.

Originally posted by a-chaotically-peaceful-soul

Why would you do this? Why break my heart into a million pieces and throw them to the wind to scatter my sadness around? I’m sure it hurts you more to create these stories. To see those characters you have loved, just as much as I, hurt or get hurt. It must break you bit by bit to write the words to complete that one scene. 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

But also, thank you. Thank you for the beautiful story you crafted for hours. And thank you for making me feel those beautiful emotions. Thank you for letting me live with these characters for a little while longer.

Originally posted by behindthezenes

                                              Just, thank you. 

anonymous asked:

From a fellow macbook pro 13inch owner: you play on ultra and you have almost 10gb of CC. How the hell does your Mac survive? Mine is crying for help.

LMAO OMG tbh it’s not that bad, i have everything merged and i have a laptop cooling pad that rly helps it not overheat…she still screams @ me tho i think there’s no way around that. sims will make ur computer scream either way

but honestly right now there’s no lag it’s amazing. i feel like i’m in good fortune rn like idk what i did to please the sim gods right but my game is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 (*knocks on wood*) sometimes it gets mad at me for no reason tho and decides to lag until i take some cc out but i don’t really have any problems otherwise. my situation looks like child’s play compared to @essiesims who was playing with fcking 17GB UNMERGED!!! on a mac O M F G HOW…I HAVE ANXIETY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

i texted my dad and told him i’m terrified. he called me and said this: 

“I know you’re scared. I know you feel isolated and helpless. But you aren’t alone. You have me. You have our family. You have your friends and your readers and millions of other Americans who are going to scream down the mountains with you. I know a lot of queer people grew up with just them against the world, but that isn’t how it is anymore. Even if he wins, you’ll be alright, because you aren’t alone.” 

and now i’m crying. 

The most unrealistic part of beauty and the beast is when belle is reading shakespeare to beast and she’s sitting down and reading it out in a soft sighing way and beast is like “ahhh so nice” everyone knows that a real lit nerd would read shakespeare by standing on a chair while screaming and crying, where is my scene where belle teaches beast how to read shakespeare but she’s yelling and beast is roaring and she’s like “GATHER STRENGTH FROM THE BUTTOCKS, CLENCH AND FEEL THE RHYTHMS IN YOUR H E A R T YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOUR SOUL TO THE BARD” and beast fucking trashes the room and breaks a chair and she grabs his snarling face like “YES, YES YOU FEEL IT” and all the servants are watching in confusion while they’re screaming verses at each other saying “I guess it’s love??”

“Thought that I was dreamin’
When you said you loved me.
Yes, it started from nothing.
Had no chance to prepare,
I couldn’t see you coming.
And it started from nothing
Oh I could hate you now,
It’s quite alright to hate you now.
But we both know that deep down,
The feeling still deep down, is good.
You broke my heart last week.
I’ll probably feel better.
But if we can still remember how you’d hold me,
As you’re screaming my name,
The feeling deep down is good.
It’s all good, all good, all good…
It’s all good, all good ….”

You completely destroyed me. You shattered my heart into a million pieces and didn’t even help me pick them back up.

But now there’s a new guy who actually cares about me… although that will never change the fact that whenever he touches me I will always feel you. When he runs his fingers down my leg all I want to do is cry, when he kisses my lips I want to scream, his gray eyes somehow turn into your brown ones, and when he grabs my hand I want to run away and never look back. But I need to tell my heart to relax, because I know he won’t break me like you did.

And can you try to explain that to me? Even though he gives me the world when you couldn’t, I will always be helplessly brought back to you. You treated me like dirt but I will always love you with every piece of my broken heart.

a lot of people like putting their digital copies of music onto vinyl records because the analogue edition is unique to them and thats a fun feeling

likewise, ive brought Tumblr away from its digital origins and created an analogue format for it in the form of several hundred thousand unique clowns lined up outside my house that i can visit any time i like, many of them telling me a jokes about wanting to die, others just screaming in my face and crying

Sometimes it feels like I’m suffocating. Sometimes when I cry, I can physically feel the pain pounding out of my chest. Sometimes I scream into my pillow because my head is so tired of the words its spitting out. Sometimes, I sit there and realize how extremely sad I actually am.
—  sad//
Soulmates feel one anothers’ pain AUs

Meeting

  • ‘I came to stop this street fight because that really big punch you just recieved made me scream at a cashier. Also are you injured?’ AU
  • ‘This public toilet has a knuckle-shaped hole in the wall, is this anything to do with you? Because five minutes ago it felt like my knuckles were on fire’ AU
  • ‘Holy shit you just got stabbed, you need help but also god my stomach feels like it’s exploding’ AU
  • ‘I think you’re my soulmate because you’re biting your lip and mine’s hurting now’ AU
  • ‘I just banged my knee on that table over there and you hissed in pain, dude I think we’re soulmates’ AU

Others:

  • ‘Please don’t touch that flame, I’m/we’re in a public place and I don’t want to scream’ AU
  • ‘Why do you insist on taking out staples by hand?’ AU
  • ‘Please don’t hurt yourself, I can’t stand seeing you in pain and nor could I stand the pain myself knowing why I feel it’ AU
  • ‘For the love of God use oven gloves next time, my boss was about to promote me when I swore in their face’ AU
  • ‘I can feel your stress headache is everything okay?’ AU
  • ‘I came to find you at work to tell you to stop knocking so violently on your coworker’s office door’ AU
  • ‘Why must you get a tattoo whilst I’m trying to sleep?’ AU

IM NOT CRYING I SWEAR!!!!!

He broke my heart. Or perhaps I broke my own. I’m not sure, I can’t quite decide. It’s not like I went into it blind folded, or maybe I did, maybe I chose not to believe the things he said. He told me what he had done to other girls, about how he made them fall in love only to make them fall apart, he told me he never stays around for long, he told me my feelings had no place in his life, you know? Like, he made sure I was aware, well aware that we wouldn’t skip along happily into the sunset at the end of the story. Instead it was more like “and in the end you’ll be crying on your bedroom floor calling my phone and I’ll let it ring while it sits on my bedside table as my lips are pressed against a girl who isn’t you” kind of thing, and god knows that’s exactly what happened. I spent months crying for him, screaming for him, my heart yearning for him every single second of every single day. But I mean, how mad can you really be at someone for being exactly who they told you they were? I knew how it would end and yet I read the book anyway, went along with the storylines as if the moments of happiness were supposed to last despite already knowing they wouldn’t but pretending they would for a good few chapters.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write