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This is what happened when a fanfic site is profit driven. Wattpad sucks 😞

The email from Wattpad is so condescending imagine pressuring writers to update and work while they are doing it for free and fun. Also the discovery? Algorithm? Of Wattpad looks like a stressful popularity contest 😑

#oh my god i would kose my mind

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Thank god they brought back An Amount Of Daylight That Makes You Want To Live. It was getting a bit scary for a minute there.

#yes

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I went to a restaurant with a friend yesterday and upon entering we saw these splendid blueberry tarts under bell jars on the counter and we made jokey small talk with the waitress like oh, people will fight over these if there's not enough for everyone, it'll tear families apart, are you making more later? and she said no, I'm afraid that's our entire stock for today, but there are 18 slices, it should be plenty! It was a small village restaurant with only one menu du jour so there weren't any other dessert options but they don't usually get that many customers—but then a couple of large groups arrived and most people noticed the tarts like we did, and went ohh blueberry tart, it's been a while, I can't wait, and it became clear that when we'd get to the end of our meal there would be winners and losers in the blueberry tart rush

But later as we were about to order dessert I wasn't hungry anymore and I was like well that's too bad but someone else will be glad to get 'my' slice of tart—and my friend said yeah, me :) You should order it anyway, I'll eat both! At first I thought she was joking, but no. I said, there's not enough for everyone, you can't take two, and she said, we were going to order two slices, what difference does it make? and I was baffled that she couldn't see the ethical difference between two people eating one slice of tart each vs. one person eating two, when there's a limited quantity of tart. I felt like we were in a simplistic social justice metaphor it was so obvious, but there was no changing her mind. When I said "it's just... not nice" she said "okay" with a shrug, and what can you say to that. She added, you don't know any of these people and I was like, why are we reverting to tribal dynamics in a non-apocalyptic setting, how would you feel if we'd arrived a bit later and seen others ordering two desserts knowing you'd get zero? And she said, I would think that's their right, and I felt kind of amazed.

I pointed out that if she didn't think it was a wee bit wrong, she wouldn't ask me to order her second piece as if it was for me, and she said yeah maybe we don't need to do that, there's no law preventing me from ordering two desserts. What about Kant's categorical imperative Okay I guess you're not breaking any laws by taking more than your fair share of a thing other people also want, just failing a kindergarten-level morality test. I felt embarrassed for sounding like an annoying preachy rigid person so I dropped the issue, and as she ate her two slices she'd smile at me every time we overheard someone order coffee without dessert—like "See? There'll be enough, no one will be deprived of tart because of me!" as if that cancelled the fact that she didn't care in the first place. I guess it was one of these tiny issues that can still significantly alter the way you perceive a person. I tried to tell myself not to be so bothered about this small thing but I was! so bothered. And I felt like writing a letter to some agony aunt like "should I end a friendship over irreconcilable blueberry tart ethics"

#long post #firmly on the side of take 1 piece and i too would be reconsidering friendshio #this is very close to the ethical dilemma where i broke uo with my therapist lol

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#lmfao #chefs kiss

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i <3 women so much

#love this #art

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Clockwise: view from the castle in Bled, view of the castle, this lady watched me eat, the view from the 'oooh forest park? Let me go there! Oh you actually mean 3000 stairs park? Ok!, plitvice lakes, a sign from a town I don't remember, and look America step up your manhole cover game bc ljubljana has a freaking dragon ok?

#tumblr as time capsule #traipsing about the balkans

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#lol

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i understand the appeal of publishing "fic with the serial numbers filed off" as original work but i also feel like. what makes something a good fic is at odds with what makes something a good original story.

#this #fanfiction

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#sounds legit

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#me rn at end of trip

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For the last time: Mary Shelley and Lord Byron were friends. She didn't hate him. His death was a very painful loss to her. She didn't write Frankenstein because she was stuck in a house with him and he was an unbearable person. For God's sake, just read her journals and letters.

#i was unaware of the discourse mentioned but her post on his death is sad and relatable #mary shelley #lord byron

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This, but going back home edition involving 5 am and a kayover

Travel days occupy some sort of liminal space with a very specific veneer of airport sounds, smells from the kiosks, and travel anxiety.

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Hello hi are there any updates to the good omens Gilmore girls picnic basket au? I was thinking about it today (it is ok if there is not but if there is...)

kellyyyy light of my life my sun and stars ♡ i have about 4k written but have stalled out bc i need to rework some things. possibly the entire premise. 🙈 but a picnic fic of some variety WILL be happening at some point!! declaring this publicly so you can gently shame me later if it doesn't happen!!!!!!!!!!!!

a snippet just for you under the cut bc i love you for asking about this despite only tangentially going to this school:

“What about this one?” Aziraphale says, snatching the closest basket and waving it in front of him.

Crowley peers at it over his glasses. “Outstanding. The picnic hamper to rule them all.” “Really, Crowley, if you aren’t going to help—” “I’m helping! I like the boxy one.” “They’re all boxy.” Crowley pops up on his elbows, causing his glasses to slide further down his nose. In the late-afternoon light, his eyes are like amber. “I’d bid on that one,” he says, pointing to the lace-trimmed basket. “You would?” Crowley shrugs. “It looks sturdy. And it’s, y’know. Nice to look at, I suppose. With the…” He waggles his fingers at the lace. “Yeah, it’s nice.” “Nice,” Aziraphale repeats. “Objectively-speaking!” Crowley makes a face. “Eugh, forget it.”  “No, no,” Aziraphale insists solemnly, trading the basket in his hands for the one Crowley indicated. He runs a thumb over the trim. “You make some persuasive points. I may have judged this one too hastily.” “Occupational hazard?” Crowley grumbles. “And besides,” Aziraphale continues brightly, “it’s not as if anyone will actually be bidding on me. I suppose you were right, after all. At the end of the day, the aesthetics of the thing hardly—” “Hang on,” Crowley cuts in. “What do you mean, no one will be bidding on you?” Aziraphale gives the basket in his hands one final glance-over, nods appreciatively, then flourishes a hand. The remaining baskets vanish, returned to one of the bookshop’s many storage closets. “I mean precisely that, obviously.” Crowley sits upright. “Angel. You’re not planning to bid on yourself, are you?” “Certainly not,” Aziraphale scoffs, mildly horrified. “Everyone else, however, may find themselves miraculously uninterested in bidding on me, as it were. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Crowley. I’m treating myself, as the young people say.” Crowley barks a laugh, tossing his glasses to the other side of the sofa. “Let me see if I have this right. You willingly volunteered for this ridiculous shindig, which is for charity, by the way. Went to the trouble of procuring nibbles that are to your satisfaction. Hemmed and hawed over a basket. And now you’re gonna rig the whole thing so that you have an excuse to eat all the food you could've just had whenever you felt like it." “Yes, and there’s really no need to make a fuss.” “And you dragged me into it! I’m an accessory!”  “Well, now you’re just being dramatic,” Aziraphale mumbles, but the words latch in him like a hook. All this time spent on Earth, living amongst the humans in their messy, chaotic glory, living like he was one of them— it seems that some of their vices have indeed rubbed off. Greed, for starters; one of the Big Ones. Gluttony, too. Perhaps he truly has, oh, what’s the phrase? Gone native. Then again, a very tiny voice in his head pipes up, would that really be so awful? It all happened so quickly, is the thing. The Armageddon-that-wasn’t. Rushing to save the world, then save themselves; Aziraphale supposes that neither one of them have thought to stop and consider the full implication of going freelance, so to speak. But these past few days have been a welcome change of pace from the status quo. More than that, actually they’ve been…well, heavenly. No blessings to dole out, no wiles in need of thwarting. No one to answer to. He’s frightfully certain that he could spend the rest of his existence like this, free to do whatever he likes, whenever he likes. The thought both thrills and terrifies him.

#good omens #the basketssssss #but not only that i can see this scene has changed #and instead has become more about azi and his inner thoughts #and *grabby hands* at introspection every time #when i say haley makes me ship things i mean it

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THESE MAKE ME SO HAPPY

#PLEASE BOOP THE SNOOT

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#for men lmao

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Suzanne Rivecca, Ugly Bitter and True

#help

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"A man who never loves gives no hostage to fortune, to paraphrase a great scientist. " - Takeshi Kovacs

"A man who dosen't love isn't really a man. To paraphrase you." -Quellcrist Falconer

Altered Carbon -The T.V. series.

#altered carbon