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tarysande · 4 days
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tarysande · 5 days
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MY DASH DID THE THING!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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tarysande · 5 days
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Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems
[Text ID: “There is still one difference left between us. You have a tenderness grown weary and I have a weariness grown tender.”]
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tarysande · 5 days
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tarysande · 5 days
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We’re fanfiction writers, of course:
We’re going to use song lyrics as titles.
We’re going to check for comments 30 seconds after we post something.
We’re going to have more WIPs than days of the week.
We’re going to use any excuse to post snippets.
We’re going to use ask box games to procrastinate.
We’re going to hype up our writer friends.
We’re going to scream, cry and throw up reading our friends’ work.
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tarysande · 5 days
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There are older men in everything. Men don’t grow up with the idea that they’re somehow obsolete with age. Old men are brilliant, charismatic, fun, flirty mentors in everything the media puts out. They’re prestigious and powerful. Even if they’re abusers, they’re just misunderstood and broken hearted and it’s all very poetic.
Women are told that they peak at 18 and any nubile looks they maintain are a saving grace. Women are told that their worth precisely how much they can ensnare or seduce or benefit a man. Women’s lives, according to our society, begin at 18 and end at 29. If we manage to maintain the whole “young & fun” air we can get away with maybe a couple more years of being considered of worth.
Women don’t lose their vitality according to societally defined ideas about our age. Men aren’t the only ones who stay vital and passionate into their senior years. Young girls growing up have tragically few role models to look up to. They’re told there is nothing for them beyond being hot shit in their twenties.
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tarysande · 5 days
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fics that are like 500 to 1200 words or so often have a particular kind of energy to me - like the author sat bolt upright in bed, struck by the most brilliant inspiration of their entire lives, and then typed as fast as their fingers would allow them to in order to capture it all before it left.
oneshots that are just a straight, clear shot from the brain to the page with no real filter in between? that's good stuff right there.
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tarysande · 5 days
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New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.
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tarysande · 6 days
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Look. Look. I’mma let you in on a secret. You know who buys romance? Predominantly women. You know who writes romance? Predominantly women. You know why “they” (whoever they are) talk shit about romance? Because they have always picked on women. Also probably because not one of them understands what draws women readers to romance in the first place, more fools they.
Statistically speaking, if you buy romance and read romance and enjoy romance, you’re flipping “them” (whoever they are) a big ol’ middle finger. So enjoy it. Revel in it. Delight in it.
Squeaky wheels may be loud, but they’re not even getting grease in this case. They will never get grease. Romance isn’t going anywhere. Ever.
Romance is far and away the best-selling genre of fiction. Women buy two-thirds to three-quarters of ALL BOOKS SOLD (in any genre). Publishers know who butters their bread, and it isn’t Mr. Literary Artiste who publishes once a decade. Nope. Not even close.
Romance pays the bills. More importantly, it brings people joy. And if some discourse assholes out there want to put their foot in it because of their own snotty ignorance? Well, it’s their loss. They’ve been whining about women reading their silly little stories for hundreds of years and the romance writers are still the ones raking in the dough.
idk maybe a weird ask but any advice on how to enjoy romance books without being bummed out by discourse? i know they aren’t the pinnacle of literature or anything, but the recent stuff people have been saying about romance not counting as books has been kind of discouraging. have no idea why i’m asking this, i just wanna read my silly gay romance in peace without feeling guilty i’m not reading Super High Brow Literature. currently my main method is reading out of sheer spite, but any other advise is helpful. it’s not even just online, i get this irl too.
hey man in the most respectful way possible. who gives a shit. reading is for fun and guilt is for catholics. do whatever you want forever.
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tarysande · 6 days
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a collection of my favorite tweets regarding the Ever Given in the Suez Canal
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tarysande · 6 days
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Hey! Hey, friends! Are you looking for fantasy with COMPETENT MIDDLE-AGED PROTAGONISTS who are PROBABLY BROKEN but also still TRYING REAL HARD?
(Of course you are.)
Would you also like some COOL WORLDBUILDING? What about CREEPY VILLAINS?
Romance between broken people learning how their pieces fit together? Snark and banter? Berserker paladins of a dead god? Giant bears? Badger people with a whole cool society living alongside humans? Lawyer priests? Seamless diversity and inclusion? Body and sex positivity? One of the best opening lines to a book series I’ve ever come across?
(Stephen’s god died a little after noon on the longest day of the year.)
You’re looking for @tkingfisher!
Specifically, you’re looking for her Saint of Steel series.
I’ve read the first three books in three days.
(Oh, and if you want plot-relevant demon chickens, a dog made of bones, and snarky old ladies, you want Kingfisher’s Nettle and Bone. And if you want a great spin on the Beauty and the Beast story inspired by Robin McKinley’s Rose Daughter, you want Bryony and Roses.)
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tarysande · 6 days
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Also idk if I need to state this publicly again but hello, Ai is my name and I'm an artist but I draw things with my hands. I'm not artificial intelligence; if anything, I'm organic stupidity.
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tarysande · 7 days
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blows my mind that i have little online friends who mildly care about me. it’s really nice
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tarysande · 8 days
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in recognition of World Down Syndrome Day on March 21
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tarysande · 8 days
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