Please disregard reporting that puts tourism front and center of this story. Lahaina is so much more than a tourist attraction. It is so so culturally significant and historic and fucking important. The islands are more than a tourist attraction and the residents deserve to be seen as fucking people. Please.
First on Tumblr and then I found out (Thanks to a facebook group forum I'm in) that this user yooniecat1 has been uploading my translated works on Wattpad without my permission or credits... EVER SINCE LAST YEAR.
Fuck. I was never asked for permission for my fics to be uploaded or be translated in other platforms.
Like... wtf.
Call me dramatic or petty , but seriously, This feels like a big Fuck You to me and my work. I was thinking in opening an account on Wattpad for the Spanish readers to do this MYSELF cause Google translate sucks ass and it's way too literal and stupid, even Iridiscent is in that account!!! .
i think you’d all be very proud of me, so i’ll tell you: i am dating a tall, curly-haired boy with hazel eyes. yes, he is an astrophysicist. ring any bells hehe
Finally got around to binge the Bad Buddy/A Tale of Thousand Stars cross-over and I really adored it! It was really charming, and I think they managed to mix the style of the two shows quite well and stay true to the characters!
I'm obsessed with how my professor writes his problems. Like
"Try to [solve this integral] and fail. Come up with the following brilliant idea: [insert longass equation] Try again to compute the integral and succeed."
There was another problem that did this too recently
I’m having an insane number of thoughts about how we are just built up of the people around us. And even the parts of them that we know deep into our bones and don’t adopt as our own traits, we may never stop knowing.
I remember the model of tv my childhood best friend had in her room, the 6x6 grainy screen we watched bridge to Terabithia on a billion times. I remember how my favourite teachers in high school took their coffee, and I remember their childrens names. I remember that the first girl I fell in love with hated her birthday and loved bowser.
I’m just going insane because these people are not in my life anymore. I don’t talk to them, I don’t cry with them, I don’t think about them when I’m falling asleep (tonight is an exception). I didn’t adopt their mannerisms, some if not many. I don’t talk or walk or dress like they did.
But they just…. Live on in me. Even if no one knows it. Even if they don’t know it. Even if we’ve both grown and changed over years and years apart. There’s a little crystal ball somewhere in my chest, and inside it is the perfectly preserved image of 2 six year olds straining their eyes to watch their favourite movie on a tiny grainy box TV while eating Kraft dinner because her mom made it the best.
Neither of those little girls exist anymore, but on some level they’ll always be around, for as long as I remember them. People will always be around, as long as you keep them in mind every once in a while.
no because why WHY did they have House fall for the girl version of Wilson (the psychiatrist from the South Pole) and Wilson fall for the girl version of House (Amber). Both which were then canonically acknowledged by said characters. And don’t get me started on the parallels. I will write meta on this if anyone wants to read it
I'm not one to do this sort of post cause one way or another we all end up getting inspired by eachother in this site.
Imitation is a way of compliment, but it stops when ideas get passed as own. Don't do it. It's not nice.
Credit properly. Don't be afraid to say you were inspired by someone else's work in doing it.
Don't be that person.
Saw one fic that had some exact lines regarding a certain mad scientist fic I wrote.
I do not own the character, nor the arts, but I try my best in making original ideas, or plot lines. Even go to the extent of asking artist's that have had bad experiences with their art getting stolen, for permission to use their art.
okay listen, i don’t know if it’s the weed or the lack of sleep bUT I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS SPECIFIC SCENE!!
Just as he says “get outta there-“ it looks like his eyes widen, like he’s scared when he sees Soap laying there on the ground, just a split second of fear, but then the walls are coming up and he’s yelling “Soap, go!” like??? am i just trying to find crumbs right now