luminous-lily12:

We need to be kinder

I just heard about glimmerglammer two months late, which I think I’m going to beat myself up about for a while - I should have noticed I stopped receiving new fics to my email sooner, but I had physical world concerns at the time. Still, the people who selflessly write stories we can love should be honored, not harassed online. After the same thing happened to ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy, you would think the starwars fandom would be more aware of what’s going on. This community needs to be careful of how we treat each other. Don’t like someone’s writing? For fucks sake don’t read. Fic is supposed to cater to the writer, a s a love letter to media we love. They don’t get paid, it doesn’t have to be perfect. You wouldn’t harass a busker or someone painting a community mural, I hope. Go somewhere else if you don’t like a ship or a writing style or a characterization. Both of these people were and are deeply loved in the codywan section of this fandom and I’m sorry to see you both delete your fics for your own safety. I don’t know if either will ever read this, but thank you both.

I think, on a more personal level, I’m going to be checking comments on fics more often. Sometimes with my favorite fic authors I’ll do it anyways to see other fan theories of what’s going to happen next or to listen in on creators gushing in the comments, but I also want to help lift voices complimenting our favorite authors. Comment on the comments you know? I know I don’t always comment in general - that’s another thing I’m going to work on - but I want every codywan author to know i fucking scroll through that tab like it’s the news. I see those fics, I love those fics. Thank you so goddamn much. I probably missed a few points here, but I’m grateful to you all.

Fandom is a community. Treat it as such.

On that note, I’m extending blanket permission to upload any and all of my stuff to the way back machine. Go crazy. We never know when we may be lost ourselves and need to be reminded of the fact that someone loved our own love letters to the world.

thehandymen:

i am not immune to stories in which characters who have endured harsh, empty existences become absolutely transformed by someone’s sincere love for them and learn to live

(via cadaverkeys)

nando161mando:

ALT

Pro-homosexual forces stay winning

(via starryfictionalgirl)

hadeantaiga:

hater-of-terfs:

Here’s uBlock Origin’s official guide to bypassing youtube’s anti-adblock popups, updated weekly. Please share widely. Don’t reward google for their predatory anti-consumer bullshit

To summarize: 1. Get uBlock Origin and make sure it’s updated to the latest version. 2. Click on the gear icon to get to the dashboard, go to “Filter lists”, and make sure that “uBlock filters - Quick fixes” is up to date

Repeat those steps any time you get another popup (google and uBlock are having an arms race right now so it might stop working at any moment), and if you have any more problems, read the reddit thread for troubleshooting advice

YouTube is now giving you a message that says “after 3 videos, you will be blocked” but I can confirm if you use this process that warning will go away!

(via soap-lady)

thebibliosphere:

thebibliosphere:

I decided to give the Gotham show a try and man, Jim Gordon sure is having A Time Of It, huh?

#it’s one of the worst fanfictions I’ve ever seen and I love it to death @shyfrog-says

God, you’re so right. That’s exactly it. It’s Jim Gordon ricocheting in and out of Situations like a pinball inside a pinball machine that’s falling down the stairs.

Any woman who shows Jim an ounce of love or tenderness ends up committing war crimes for the hell of it. Arkham might as well have a revolving door pass for his lovers at this point. The cemetery too.

Bruce Wayne is a secondary character in his own teen angst coming-of-age story.

Bullock is just hanging on for dear life as he gets sucked into the black hole of Main Character Energy, irradiating everything around them.

Incredible.

typhra:

it’s like meeting a celebrity

(via jorael)

solrika:

Set in the Prince AU. The battle’s done, and Zeb and Kallus sneak off for some alone time before they have to head back to the Palace.

phaeton-flier:

onion-souls:

kineticpenguin:

kineticpenguin:

kineticpenguin:

Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn’t committing to the bit

I mean, we’re talking about people whose lifespan is Yes.

“Oh, the weak wine? That is for children. I am two thousand years old, and I daresay one sip from this highball would knock you on your ass for a week.”

Look, there’s this weird thing people do with high fantasy where they want elves to be immortal/extremely long-lived snooty aristocrats and also somehow incapacitated by imagining the taste of salt too hard. “Orcs and dwarves have the hardest booze” no they don’t, they have work in the morning! In any of these settings, elves would pregame harder than hobbits party and everyone else has shit to do tomorrow.

The average high elf builds up the drug tolerance of a mid-70s Hollywood producer and then spends three centuries studying alchemy. While humans seek immortality, the Immortals seek the elusive “philosopher’s cocaine.”

Elf Fentanyl works exactly the way cops think human fentanyl does

(via aerialsquid)

raspberrystruck:

y’all ever read a fic and it alters your brain chemistry

(via loth-creatures)

punctuation-completionist:

catgirldragon:

klavierpanda:

A reminder to switch up which pronouns you use for someone who uses multiple or all pronouns

’ “ …

3/22

(via flurry-of-beaus)

clotpolesonly:

firebirdeternal:

underthehedge:

cyberphuck:

nyctoheart:

nyctoheart:

movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….

girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.

if it were me having to repeat my dead father’s instructions on destroying the death star:

I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–”

“Ten,” I said.

“What?”

“J. J is ten,” I said again.

He stared at me.

“I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him.

Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.”

He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room.

I looked at the wall for a while.

He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time.

So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is.

“It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were”

“Sit down,” he said.

I sat.

Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been counted

ADHD version: A friend asked, on a field trip, why I knew the scientific name for Caltha palustris, “Well, we did that [one week long] field ID course [three years previously] and we saw it in one of the bogs”.

This, I was informed, is very much not a normal reason to remember the scientific name of a plant for the rest of your life.

It took me five whole years to learn when my partner’s birthday is.

I can remember specific details about games I played over two decades ago that I have not played since.

I once forgot it was my birthday. On my birthday. And when my sister (Who lived several hours away) jumped out of hiding and yelled happy birthday, I looked around to see who she was talking to.

(via loth-creatures)