hello, all! i have returned momentarily to the tumbles to say hello and goodbye, essentially. i’ll still keep the blog but won’t be active. if you do want to contact me through other means, message me for my email if u wanna chat.

stay healthy and try to stay sane!! <3

hkafterdark:

if you’re like “this fic was posted [x] number of days/weeks/months/years ago, it’s too late to post a comment,” let me tell you. no. it is never too late to comment. maybe someone else will see your comment and decide to read it. maybe the writer will see it, maybe they won’t, but if they do i guarantee they won’t be like “who’s this n00b commenting on my old fic” they’ll be like !!!! someone is reading my old stuff!!!! every time an AO3 comment is posted an angel gets its wings etc etc

gretchensinister:

Y’know what…

Yeah. I want my tax dollars to pay for the healthcare of the person who started smoking and kept smoking because they think it looks cool and doesn’t give a shit about all the warnings. I want my tax dollars to pay for the healthcare of the person who destroyed their liver because they just love drinking and didn’t stop even if they weren’t addicted. I want my tax dollars to pay for the healthcare of the person who never drinks water, only regular cola. I want my tax dollars to pay for the healthcare of the person who missed the trampoline when they jumped off the roof to impress their friends. I want my tax dollars to pay for the healthcare of every single person who had to have a surgeon remove something without a flared base from their assholes. I want my tax dollars to pay for all the kinds healthcare needed by all the kinds of people who decided to have sex without any kind of barrier. I want my tax dollars to help fix the teeth of meth users. I want my tax dollars to help everyone who’s been noncompliant with the doctor’s recommendations, everyone who’s been a hypochondriac in the ER, everyone who let things get bad before getting help.

Everyone is deserving. 

geoclaire:

chaosparalegal:

jelloapocalypse:

youthbookreview:

koroleva-dvastolba:

Literally no one:

Not a single soul:

Male authors:

[Image text from a novel:

“I like your mother. You have your mother’s breasts.”

“Her breasts.”

“Great stand-up tits,” he said.]

sorry I think we’re sleeping on

This author is either writing a parody or they’re an alien

@starberry-cupcake your tags are epic and belong up here, okay

If I were the teacher of this class, I’d have everyone get out two highlighters. Then I’d have them highlight every physical description on the page. And then use the other colour and describe every psychological or mental description.

And let them see for themselves the colour distribution on the page.

porschekittisawasds:

porschekittisawasds:

porschekittisawasds:

y’all im on the sparknotes twitter and i am losing my goddamn mind

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

wandererriha:

allsortsoflicorice:

wandererriha:

browntiger15:

siniristiriita:

Story idea: The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.

 You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.

 Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.

That’s some legit fairy tale level shit right there.

When I read “the most wanted woman in town”, I thought it meant she was a master criminal. 

CLEARLY she’s a CAT BURGLAR

This fairytale has everything…shapeshifting, romance, lesbianism, cats, BAD PUNS <3

thingsmk1120sayz:

We need to worry about this

dixiehellcat:

I’m one of those old school fic writers you young whippersnappers hear talking about the old days, when if you dared to write fic you kept it on the lowest of down-lows, even if it was as gen as gen could be, or at the very best you slathered it with disclaimers, in hopes some author or publisher wouldn’t set their pack of lawyers on you and leave you destitute. 

Today, a website made specifically for the pursuit of fic won the highest award in science fiction, and i am so very thankful to have lived long enough to see it.

ROCK ON.