Usually I don‘t really follow how many likes my stories get, I upload on different pages and not all of them offer a like button.
I just answered to two comments under my newest chapter on Wattpad. Both of them love my story and praise it. Then I take a look at the like-count, and only one person liked the chapter. So one of the commenters didn‘t even like the chapter.
And I‘m really not a picky person. Usually I‘m just glad when someone even comments at all although I have enough readers that people could like and comment much more.
But today it just hit a wrong nerve. I mean. You just have to push a button? Like, it‘s normal that hard.
People used to comment on web comics.
People used to comment on fanfiction.
People used to comment on fanart.
People used to comment on OCs.
I hate "content" culture.
I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I've always wanted to draw the famous "boy with the bread" scene from the first Hunger Games novel, especially after seeing how badly the movie butchered it back in the day. Hopefully I did it justice!
there is something so tragically beautiful about haymitch adding all the tributes he mentored to the memory book. he spent those 23 years drunk out of his mind and in d12 it was believed that he didn’t care, but he remembered all 46 tributes he couldn’t save.
Id say effie is about 3? years into her job as an escort? Haymitch is 29, Id say she’s 22? Idk guys they def have an age gap of at least 3-4 years. This was his first time seeing her without the capitol armor! he’s in love (but ignoring it). She’s been in love.
From the moment she got reaped til the moment she died, all of Katniss‘s actions were working toward the goal of protecting Primrose. It always gets me that Katniss went through hell, fought so hard, but in the end never managed to save the reason why she did all of those things in the first place: Her sister.