Ok, sorry for that dramatic heading, but i really want anybody reading this to know that you’re welcome to message whosoever you want on here (except if you have malicious intentions…then please step back). The thing is it’s hard to be social in real life, but on tumblr? People aren’t gonna judge you love. If they do, it’s their loss that they are missing out on somebody as amazing as you. Yeah chances are that you may not get along too well with someone, that someone may not reply *immediately*. But there are also chances that you might be talking to your future best friend, even though you have completely different tastes.
Now, I’m not saying to give out comprising details, but you can get to know people subjectively…with/without the identity facts. Yeah, please don’t endanger your safety darlings…but other than that you’re good to go.
SO BASICALLY IN CONCLUSION: You like that blog? Think the person is really chill and wanna be friends? Message them. If you feel like maybe you’re imposing, send them asks on anon first to check the waters (everybody loves asks and anons and messages too but you know…). But basically yeah, take a leap of faith and talk. Stop hesitating and over thinking about what they’ll think. Chances are that they are just as anxious to start a conversation with you, but they too are just afraid to start.
I’M VVV SORRY FOR THIS VERBAL DIARRHOEA IMMA GO NOW
We’ve come a long way and it wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t for you guys. I appreciate every single one of you so much but sometimes things just ain’t worth it.
Fanfictions, emphasize on fiction, are written to entertain others. Everyone has a different taste. Some enjoy reading fluffy and angsty fics, others prefer hardcore kinks. Respect each others preferences and don’t tell someone that they’re sick for being theirselves.
It’s truly amazing how much progress I’ve made in writing over the past months and you all encouraged it, thank you (with progress I especially mean the part of enjoying it again). But for now it’s better to leave and say goodbye.
I am not a person who gets offended easily or someone who takes things way too personal but there is a border for certain things.
Everyone has a different opinion as I said earlier other prefer dom/sub (which in my opinion can cross a certain line where it’s unhealthy) but that doesn’t mine I’ll judge you for it or won’t try to write a fic for you guys. It’s just fiction and so are the personalities of the characters in the stories. You want dominant rough Brendon? You get rough dominant Brendon. You want Mikey to be a loser and a sub? You get Mikey to be a loser and a sub. It’s 👏🏻 fucking 👏🏻 fiction 👏🏻
If you’ve come this far and didn’t get my point, that’s too bad. I don’t blame anyone for not understanding or whatever. Also I’d like to apologize for any grammar mistakes I made so far (english ain’t my native tongue) I’m not gonna proof read this message. I hope you guys can understand why I don’t want to be here anymore for now and that you all can respect that.
I’m pretty sure that P will entertain you all in the meantime (as she always does). You’re probably thinking why did she use mcr lyrics for the title? Did she try to make a lame ass reference? Yes, yes indeed. It’s getting late and I’m exhausted so it’s time to say goodnight. Maybe we’ll meet again, I’m going to miss you guys a lot.
And P, I fucking love you dude. You’ve been here since the start and joined me on this wild ride right after I wrote my first smut. I’m sure you’ll be a great owner to the readers, you are a great writer.
cory and robin making deliberate eye contact while they lick at the icing on their cupcakes
uuuuuuh yes. WHY SMAYLOR. Im ruined. Its just a cupcake pic everybody calm down!!! AAAH. Also AH like its different taste on the cupcakes so cory be like “aaah this was great have a taste!” and he holds it out for robin that takes a bite. and then ofc the getting cupcake topping in his face and cory laughs and take it off robins face with his finger and then eats it up himself and I CANT ANYMORE.
Hmm... Just thinking out loud, but since autistic ppl have sensory differences... What if gender is one of our senses? Like, we have touch, seeing, hearing, etc, and gender? That *would* explain more autistic trans ppl, more specifically it'd explain more autistic *nonbinary* ppl.
This is a tough question and I’m not good with word, hence my decision to draw things instead even though I’m not good at it either :D
I’ve talked to another trans autistic person about it and they’re pretty much agreeing with you that it is possible! As for me, I’m not sure, I know that I feel deeply about my gender but something tells me it can’t be just that, because I was assigned a gender and kind of… I guess “grew out of it”? Which makes me think that gender for me is more like taste, whether I can “taste” or not make no difference to the fact that I my taste “in” things is constantly evolving!
It is a very interesting thing you’re unearthing here, and I’d love to know more of your thoughts on that!
What about you, followers, anything to add to that topic?
i have upsettingly sensitive taste buds when it comes to the most stupd things.. like. different brands of water and tapwater from different places taste so much different. i can always taste if a drink or something has something like splenda in it.. different types of coffee, ect.
Never said you hated Jaune. I was asking why "people did" in general. Sorry for the mix up.
Well, when you message me like that, what am I supposed to think? You’re okay, no harm done.
I’m not really sure, though, Anon. Different people, different tastes. He’s a weird and inexperienced opposite from the rest of the cast of RWBY and I think that throws people off. I think he sometimes is a bit of a distraction to viewers. He is SO far behind everyone else, some people begin to wonder why he is so special that Oz allowed him to come to Beacon?
I have a feeling he will become more epic and impressive in the next two volumes, but until then…-shrug-
You share a unique relationship with one of your parallel selves: when they receive a tattoo it also appears on you, and vice versa. You happen to have very different tastes, and so begins a passive aggressive cross-reality war fought entirely in tattoos and cover-ups.
i hate it when people get pretentious about video games. like okay i get that you have this deep love for zelda and skyrim and i respect that but can you not shit on people liking cooking mama or animal crossing and telling them it’s “not a real video game”? people have different tastes bro get over it
Revered founders of the universe is all very well (ok, *I* think it’s creepy and harbor a Vimesian distrust of the whole thing, but tastes differ) but the concept of HS victors as rumors and the very beginnings of myths, mostly passed around by people on the edges of things or desperate enough to believe interests me more.
Astronauts don’t report this, but sometimes on space walks you see a woman out there without any suit at all. Sometimes she waves. At least one swears when her tether snapped, the woman caught her and brought her back.
Multiple people, after near death experiences, report seeing a vaguely similar figure standing over them, offering to hold their hand.
Children tell each other stories they heard from a friend’s friend or sibling or cousin, about how if you’re lost or afraid or in trouble or your parents don’t treat you right, you can call for help, and someone will come take care of you and protect you for as long as you need it.
Traditions spring up without anyone really knowing why, like whispering your wishes to the wind because it seems like a good listener, or using blue as a good luck color for the sick.
Of course, on the less poetic side of things, blurry grayscale photos show up on the internet with ‘CONFIRMED????’ plastered over them. Bloggers write ‘the god of hope is real and if you paint yourself blue and yell tally ho in a denny’s parking lot at 2 am he’ll wrestle you’.
Imagine Keith asking his boyfriend Lance to Thanksgiving dinner with his fam. Lance is puzzled bc he’s never heard Keith talk about his family much, but he agrees nonetheless. (His family lives in Nevada. Motherfucker can’t afford a roadtrip rn)
So they go and Lance is expecting a small gathering. Keith’s a quiet guy, so his family would be quiet too, right?
Keith has the biggest, loudest fucking family in the universe.
There’s a young agender adult running around the house, avoiding her older brother Matthew as they clutch a bag of uncooked cranberries to their chest.
This is the Cranberry Discourse, wherein Pidge and Matt both fight to the near death about who gets to make the cranberry sauce that year. They won’t eat each other’s sauce. They both say that it’s like death itself. (no one else can taste the difference)
Keith’s half brother Shiro’s husband’s family, the Holts make it every year. They are the founders of both the Cranberry Discourse and the Pie Discourse
The Pie Discourse happens to be the large scale argument that happens directly after dinner and the cream has been whipped. Which pie to cut first?
Keith is very insistent about the chocolate. Always is. Pidge wants pumpkin, as does Shiro. Lance just doesn’t understand why they can’t cut more than one pie at a time.
Lance meets the entire family very quickly.
Cousin Allura (is she really a cousin? No one knows tbh) and her Uncle Coran fly in from England just for the occasion.
Keith’s childhood best friend and once-lover (they had a good end and they’re still tight as hell tbh) Hunk is there from college.
Hunk comes bearing rolls aplenty and mashed potatoes. He is received with welcomed arms and overjoyed attitudes.
(The potatoes are flavored clouds. Lance will accept no other opinion or ingredient list.)
Lance is very surprised at the lack of politics discussed at the table. Thanksgiving is usually the time to buckle down and really fucking admire your plate. He’s even more surprised when Pidge tastes the cranberry sauce Matt made and cringed, saying “For Crissakes! That sucks as much as the idea of Trump in office!” Lance almost dies when everyone simultaneously agreed
The Kitchen Cleaning and fighting over just who gets to do the cleaning. Lance offers, feeling that it’s his duty as guest to help clean, but Keith and Shiro’s mom basically bars him from the kitchen while she makes Shrio and Keith do the dirty work(Hunk’s already in there, of course. He’s a gentle soul and he’s literally perfect). Pidge kicks back with Lance over whipped cream topped coffee and tells Lance all of the embarrassing stories she has to offer on Keith.
Story Time with Uncle Coran, a true tradition. They grab at their pie and gather around his chair as he tells of another wild adventure back in England, or his childhood in New Zealand.
The stories get crazier every year. Allura will never confirm or deny anything and that truly frustrates them all sometimes.
Keith and Lance cuddled on the couch with the meal done and the kitchen clean, all warm and fuzzy from the atmosphere and love hanging in the air.
And just Keith having this fucking HUGE family and being happy and wanting to share that happiness with the one person that makes his loneliness away from his family away from college ease a bit. Basically Keith introducing the boy he loves to the family he loves more than anything and just general Happiness
If you don’t like something, you are perfectly entitled to stop reading it at any time, without consequence. You do not have to finish everything you started. No-one’s going to know. Just close the tab. Back out onto the previous page. Don’t force yourself through something you don’t want to read or don’t like.
If you don’t like something, acknowledge that your tastes may be different to other people’s. This does not make either of you wrong, it just means that people are different. And that’s okay! For every fic you can’t stand the plot of and want to get rid of, there’s probably one that you’ll LOVE and think about long after the fic is done with. Go find that other one.
Fic authors are people. If you wouldn’t want it said to you, then have a serious think about why you’re saying it to someone else. Basic manners should not leave you just because you’re talking to a fic author.
There’s no need to go anonymous and tell someone they’re pathetic or their writing sucks. Maybe it DOES suck, but there are constructive ways to help them instead of just flaming. Suggest they get a beta reader. Suggest to beta for them! Point out inconsistencies so they can fix them. Help them with their grammar if they’re a non-native speaker of the language their fic is in. People are not perfect and they make mistakes.
We do this shit for free. All of it. For free.
We do it for free because we love it.
We do this shit, for free, because we love it, in our spare time. Many of us are students, or have careers, or family, sometimes more than one of those things at the same time. You do not get to dictate to us what we write, how we write it, when we write it or how much time we spend writing it. Unless you’re someone close to us, our beta reader or our doctor, you are likely not special or important enough to demand our creative process work the way you want it to.
Be good to your fic authors. If you aren’t, then there won’t be all that many left.
Of course machines can’t think as people do. A machine is different from a person. Hence, they think differently. The interesting question is, just because something, uh… thinks differently from you, does that mean it’s not thinking? Well, we allow for humans to have such divergences from one another. You like strawberries, I hate ice-skating, you cry at sad films, I am allergic to pollen. What is the point of… different tastes, different… preferences, if not, to say that our brains work differently, that we think differently? And if we can say that about one another, then why can’t we say the same thing for brains… built of copper and wire, steel?
Sometimes they bless your stomach with the most wonderful taste,
other times this dish scorches your tongue with the burning rage of
Taurus: Beef Stew
With so many ingredients, vegetables, and meat chunks
floating around, each spoonful has a little different taste to it. But each one
leaves your belly warm and happy. Unless you eat it too fast— then your throat
burns like a thousand suns.
Gemini: A two-tiered marble cake with whipped
Light and airy, but pure angelic gold on your tongue, this
double-layered cake can make a grown man cry for more, but can topple over if
you aren’t careful.
To eat clams takes a bit of work. Sometimes the shells open up,
and sometimes they don’t. Which means sometimes it takes a bit of work to get
to the delicious and soft center.
Exotic, expensive, and utterly delicious, with a wide range of
varieties, you’ll never run out of new tastes and experiences with this blessed
Virgo: Fettuccine Alfredo with grilled
Simple and easy to make, this can feed a whole family, or a hot
date for two. Not to mention the glorious taste!
Libra: Greek Salad
Usually seen as a “summer salad,” this dish has an array of
different tastes. One bite may have a bit of bitterness from the oregano,
another might be sweet from a tomato. Regardless, this dish is surely from
Mount Olympus itself!
Scorpio: Dark Chocolate Brownies
Sweet, and bitter at the same time, this dish may not be best for
everyone. Those who do like it, however, can taste the heavenly blessings of
God himself. Best served hot.
Light and juicy, this is a healthy and natural dish. The freshness
of it often remind’s one of suburban summers. There are no surprises with this
dish— what you see is what you get. But you’ll enjoy it.
Capricorn: New England Clam Chowder
Not for everyone, this is often an acquired taste. Those
who do like it, however, describe it as the tears of Seraphs past,
blessing the cold winter nights. While the ingredients are rather simple, not
every bite is quite like the last.
Aquarius: Sesame Tofu Stir-Fry Over Rice
This dish is packed with healthful ingredients: Sesame seeds offer
iron, magnesium, and zinc. Slender shoots of asparagus add color and crispness.
Plus, green asparagus is higher in vitamins A and C and than the white variety.
With Tofu instead of meat, this dish aids in the quest to cease
Pisces: Peanut Butter & Jelly
Simple and inexpensive, this is a meal we’ve all grown up with and
love with a simple nostalgia. There are several variations, to this
old recipe as well; You can use Strawberry instead of Grape jelly, or
substitute Nutella. Regardless of the changes this dish has gone
through, it remains loved by many.
Here is my recipe for fairy cakes. They are good for any ritual occasion, or just because!
¾ cup vegetable oil 1 cup sugar 1 ½ tsp lavender tea or lavender syrup 1 ¼ cup milk 3 eggs 2 cups flour 1 tsp salt 1 tbsp baking powder Lavender buds to taste
Combine ingredients together. Place in cupcake pan. Bake at 375 for 20-23 minutes. Let cool. Frost if desired and enjoy! Tea and buds can be replaced with other flowers for a different taste. Jasmine and Rose are some of my favorites.