This is a cringe safe space. I know my roots.
#emos originals are all of the posts I made myself. Handcarved for all y'all. Enjoy.
Poet, fanfic writer, nerd.
a very, VERY important post. spread everywhere and screen record the video to your phone. or message me and ill happily send you the video. give to every woman and girl you know.
bc as they both said / demonstrated, its not only super easy to do, but super easy to miss.
There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"
I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.
Contemporary Japanese light novels and classic American sci-fi are basically evil opposites when it comes to their titling conventions: both titles will be long and rambling, but the former will be a prosaically descriptive phrase that lays out the story's entire premise, while the latter will be a line from a poem the author liked that tells you absolutely fucking nothing.
learned today (after googling it upon seeing the "Sadomasochism Brothers" post) that masochism was named by a psychiatrist who had read Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's erotic writing and was like "I feel safe in concluding that this man had Fucked-Up Freak Sex Disorder, which now until forever will bear his name", while von Sacher-Masoch was still alive. there are accounts of von Sacher-Masoch being like "bro what the fuck" about this
Because it's like God is an absent father and your absent father is your God and you'll be a dissapointment to both just like they both weren't what you'd hoped they'd be, prayed they were. In the end you come out of it broken and mended and changed in such a striking way. Your hands ache around the barrel of heirloom anger and if you're honest you just want the quiet life of doing your laundry with detergent that smells nice and cooking for your chosen family. You're thinking of building a porch swing. You don't have to decide today. You have the freedom, the peace of doing it any other day.
They're all on different strategies, like 💀 RBR are fighting track records. Ferrari and McLaren are fighting one another for that 3rd place behind RBR. Alpine are fighting each other. Mercedes are fighting demons. Williams are fighting their overdue bills. What is even this race?