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commotionpotion · 4 months
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watching dan and phil videos in my room alone except i’m not 12 i’m 21 and i’m not watching them on a kindle fire i’m watching them on a gaming pc. and i finally cut my hair short like i always wanted to and my mom knows i’m gay and so many things have changed and so many things have stayed the same. nothing will ever be the same and maybe that’s a good thing but god does change hurt all the same
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optimistc-apathy · 16 days
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Before anything else, I am a writer.
I would also call myself a singer. Or a textile artist, maybe. I could be a sibling, or a friend, or a student, or a baker, or a gardener, or a cook. There is an incredible number of labels you could put on me that would fit.
When I was a kid, I would deny so vehemently that I ever wanted to be a writer. I used to read like it was breathing, and when my relatives would interrupt me in the middle of a story to ask if I'd ever want to author one myself, I would tell them that reading and writing were two different things, thank you very much, and just because I was a reader didn't mean I was a writer.
But, through that love for reading, I ended up figuring out what the phrase "Stockholm Syndrome" meant much younger than you might expect. Think eight or nine, after reading the "Series of Unfortunate Events." Which, if you didn't know, is a notably bad place to garner vocabulary. Lemony Snicket is in the habit of explaining words in a context entirely different from what they actually mean. Still, I have a vivid memory of sitting in a corner of the living room on Thanksgiving as a nine-year-old (reading, naturally), and hearing my sister's boyfriend ask my mom for clarification on the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I looked up from my book and told him what it was -- much to the chagrin of my parents, who were wondering where I'd learned it.
It's ironic that it was a book that introduced me to the concept of Stockholm Syndrome, and that it was one of the few phrases that Lemony Snicket ever explained correctly. I doubt you're unfamiliar with it, but it means to be trapped or held captive by something, and to grow to love it anyway.
When I think about it now, I realize that it was inevitable that I learned to love to write. I also hated learning how to read, but my dad taught me before I even started kindergarten, and I loved knowing I was better at it than the other kids. It was my way of setting myself apart. I drank so desperately from the books I read that I couldn't help but fill myself with words.
And then, just as inevitably, they had nowhere to go.
That was the first part of my own experience with Stockholm Syndrome. I was folded into myself like origami, with so much to say and no space for it. Every word I'd ever read was crammed into my lungs, and I didn't know what to do with them. It wasn't until I found other people's writing (like Broadway shows I loved, intersectional queer lit, characters that looked and felt and breathed like me, etc.) that I ever wanted to make my own.
I didn't start writing until I was 13. I found my first inspiration -- and what it was, I'll never tell because lord, is it embarrassing -- and I made something out of it. It felt like reaching down into my chest and taking hold of something I barely knew was there and turning myself out onto the page, but in a different font. Whether that be Times New Roman or the chicken scratch I had going in 4 different notebooks simultaneously, there was always something to say. I could never get away from it. And, as the Stockholm Syndrome mention might suggest, I grew to love it.
There is a part of me now that is inextricable from my writing. I put words together to get feelings out, in a way that is both authentic to myself and more beautiful than anything I have ever been. I put words together to process what I've been through. I put words together to write lives that I've never lived, and I grow vicariously through them. I know that love exists because I write it into existence. I am all that I need to be through the words I put down.
At the end of the day, yes. I am fully and completely bound to my writing. I am trapped in a way that I will never experience elsewhere. I would be nothing without it.
But fuck, I love it.
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annabelle--cane · 1 month
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I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.
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whyemma · 8 months
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started my yearly supernatural rewatch because my sister's boyfriend is watching it for the first time and i wish i could experience it for the first time again.
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that’s so cute hello??
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starcurtain · 1 month
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I think the Ratiorine fandom really moved on too fast from the fact that Hoyo chose "charming audacity" and "dear gambler" as the first words players would hear from Ratio to Aventurine. Not the second scene. Not the third. The very first sentence players ever hear between those two.
And you know what, we also moved on much too quickly from the next scene too. Ratio was the one to start the whole "Aventurine is a peacock" thing. Why are you sitting around thinking about what alien animals your coworker reminds you of, Veritas? The joke is supposed to be that peacocks are noisy, but then they just drop that like a hot rock so the camera can do a slow pan on Aventurine's chest and Ratio can comment on Aventurine's clothing choices. Since when does Dr. Ratio care what people wear? Why were you looking?! Fellas, is it gay to compare your partner in crime to the symbol of male beauty???
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roach-works · 4 months
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you're disgusting.
i was going to be flippant about this until i saw you're seventeen, so im gonna be serious for a minute.
if you actually think i did all the stuff i've been accused of in the call-out posts that you reblogged, you're an idiot. you're a minor going after someone you think is some kind of invincible super predator with a whole mafia of supporters to bully my accusers into silence so you cone right up and do a little schoolyard taunt? that's ridiculous. get a hobby that doesn't involve direct interpersonal contact with monsters. you're not joan of arc. you're not speaking truth to power. you're lashing out in deeply stupid ways that are, at best, going to be really embarrassing to remember in ten years. and at worst will ruin your life.
and if you don't actually believe the call-out posts, which, hey, you shouldn't because they're bullshit, you're just one more asshole giving some random dude a hard time. like, i don't actually prey on anyone and i'm not actually a pedophile and exactly zero of my fanfictions actually conclude 'rape is great, go rape people'. my main crime is im very annoying, which unfortunately for tumblr users does not confer the death penalty.
so given all that, you're a jackass, and need a better hobby than being mad at whoever you're told.
merry shitscram, grow up and don't do this to anyone else.
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hellenhighwater · 8 months
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huge shoutout to rejection sensitive dysphoria and the attorney who mentioned that I'd misspelled "forfeiture" in my notes, ensuring that I will literally never misspell that word ever again. Thanks, it's just what I needed. I would have rather been shot, but this works also.
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all but ONE of these is a real thing in the series. some are badly described but still true. if you know the answer don’t give it away; I wanna know how fake these sound to people who haven’t read the books
reblogs appreciated!
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spittyfishy · 2 months
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You know besties sometimes I do wish I had an explanation
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lotus-pear · 11 months
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i am not immune to totk link
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limeade-l3sbian · 4 months
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I'm actually going to lose my mind right now. You have people on tiktok arguing on this post that retaining what you've read in a book isn't important, it's just about the vibes and the experience. And the window they gave is three books in one week.
I said, "If you aren't retaining what you read, then you likely didn't comprehend it in real time. Whether that was because you have poor comprehension skills, the writer is just shit at writing, or your writing style preference wasn't compatible with the writer's. Regardless, comprehension did not occur."
The responses:
"What does comprehension have to do with this?"
"It's important to you, but not to me."
"Oh, you remember every movie and show you've ever watched?"
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(edit: I retract the "unreasonable" comment about three books a week. Y'all got it lmao.)
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luxbub · 3 months
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Luke watching any movie or tv series with you is my absolute demise. Because why wouldn’t he??? Like first of all, he’s just a boy that wants to spend as much time as he can with his gf, but when she’s too busy watching some little show about vampires—eyes twinkling in excitement and mouth slightly agape from all the plot twists, he just can’t stop himself from staring. And you wouldn’t even notice! That’s the best part; he gets to stare at your pretty face for hours!! You pay him no mind, too intrigued by the illuminated screen in front of you and little pouts from time to time just cause the scene was too tense. And when the episode/movie ended and you finally took your eyes off of the screen to look at your boyfriend; you found him already smiling at you. Laughing you tease him to take a picture cause it will last longer and he just takes out his phone to do that! Your illuminated face, smiling and giggling at him became his wallpaper for the next few weeks until another picture of your cute face came along and then another, and another and damn his whole gallery is filled with pictures of you but who tf cares when he can just wipe out his phone, swiping through pictures of you just cause you went to the toilet and left him for a few seconds.
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onetwothreefarkle · 5 days
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alright @quinton-reviews, here's my nicktoons unite playable characters lineup. I limited myself to shows I've actually watched, which made it harder, but also I think way funnier.
Skipper from The Penguins of Madagascar. You need a weirdly specific invention or explanation for a plot hole? Kowalski can make it happen, using random garbage left at the zoo, defying all logic and reason. Also Skipper as a character is utterly ridiculous and would immediately try to take charge, which given everyone else is humanoid, is extremely funny.
Henry Hart/Kid Danger from The Adventures of Kid Danger. I think he could fill a similar role as Danny Phantom. They're both superhero themed, and he could keep up a similar "I can't let them know my secret identity" bit. Also, I think forcing the nicktoons unite canonicity to overlap with the NSU canonicity is funny. The lore just got EVEN WORSE.
Bloom from Winx Club. I haven't watched the Nickelodeon reboot, but I loved the original growing up. The world of Winx is already a multiverse, including both a mundane world and the Magic Dimension, so universe hopping is not far fetched. Of all of these characters, I think she is the most suited to this adventure.
And, finally, Eliza from The Wild Thornberrys. It's canon in the Madagascar franchise that the animals can't communicate with humans, but Eliza can talk to animals, so that fixes that problem. Also I needed to include at least one classic, pre Y2K nicktoon on here, for my own nostalgia's sake.
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I hope the lineup is up to snuff, mr. reviews!
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livwritesstuff · 4 months
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Moe and Steve have been at war (arguing about what to set the heat at in the winter) since the dawn of time (since Moe was tall enough to reach the thermostat). Steve has it set to a balmy 62°F from October through March and Moe takes every opportunity available to her to adjust it at least 10 degrees higher.
Steve: Stop touching my thermostat.
Moe: No! It’s fucking cold in here!
Steve: Put on a sweater.
Moe: I’m already wearing a sweater!
Finally, in 2018, it comes to a head when Moe finally ropes Hazel and Robbie into her crusade.
Hazel: Papa, it’s a little chilly.
Moe: And there’s loads of reasons why women feel the cold more than men
Steve: Says who?
Much to Steve’s chagrin, Moe produces three (3) scholarly sources discussing gender differences in thermoregulation.
Robbie: Get wrecked, Pop.
Moe: You and dad are outnumbered so it’s only fair that you cede to the majority.
Moe: And set the heat to 75
Steve: Uh, no. 75? Are you insane?
Steve: Also – I don’t know how you guys got under the impression that this is a democracy
Steve: This is a benevolent dictatorship at best, and until I see you helping pay the bills, that won’t be changing, so…
Steve: 65.
Moe: 72.
Steve: 68
Moe:
Moe: 68 during the day, 72 in the morning.
Steve: Deal.
*Cue a couple moments of sedate teenager-esque celebration*
Eddie, who had wisely remained a neutral party: Christ, Steve, she’s citing her fuckin’ sources and everything.
Robbie: Regretting having children yet?
Steve: No
Steve: Kind of regretting teaching you how to read though.
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marzipanandminutiae · 3 months
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leaning out the window, sighing dramatically, waiting for my true love (a good movie adaptation of Ella Enchanted) to rescue me from horrible circumstances (the current movie adaptation of Ella Enchanted)
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