#we will be fine ...

[enii]

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[mayhasopinions]

my time with you has been splendid

[havocandcchaos]

We'll be ok

Trying to avoid writing, and accidentally ended up thinking instead, so I thought I'd share. I love traegdys, fucking hate them, but I love them. There's something uniquely beautiful about the human capacity to hope despite knowing the ending, to love regardless of the loss we know is inevitable.

We're seeing it right now with Wicked, I mean, everyone on this app knows how the story ends. We know none of them ever get a happy ending. Elphaba and Fiyero fake their deaths and flee Oz, and Galinda is left behind to continue their legacy. We know how it ends, yet we still have hope. Maybe this time it'll be different. Maybe they'll get the love they deserve. Maybe somehow Glainda will know. Maybe the girls will kiss at Kiamo Ko. Maybe Fiyero and Elphaba will get their happy ending. Maybe the animals won't be hurt.

Maybe

Maybe

Maybe

We know it won't matter. Maybe the girls kiss, maybe they don't. It won't change the ending. It won't change that it's still a tragedy. It won't change that we'll restart the story anyway. It won't stop us from hoping the second the soundtrack restarts.

Hadestown, Hamilton, Romeo and Juliet, Patroclus and Achilles, The Great Gatsby, The Fault in Our Stars, Wicked.

We know how they end before we ever begin, but we begin anyway. We start on page one and go through the motions as if it'll change if we read it enough.

It makes me think of life. Life's a tragedy, isn't it? A poetic license of life and loss, and love, but we live anyway.

We open our eyes every day, and continue to find hope in our hearts, and when we can't, we borrow it from those already fixed in stone.

Life is scary right now. It's hard to go to sleep when you don't know what the world will look like upon waking up. We haven't lived this before, but it's not new either. It will end because everything does. It won't be a happy ending, real life doesn't have those, but it can be a hopeful one.

If we can have hope for Galinda and Elphaba, for Orpheus and Euridice, for Alexander and Eliza, for Romeo and Juliet, then we can have hope for us. Because we're not written in stars or stone, we're written in flesh and blood, and we control that.

So long as we're human, so long as we hope, we'll be ok. We can change our story just like we change theirs.

Because a tragedy is only a tragedy when you stop believing it can change.

And we can still change

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Let’s Make Our Voices and Actions Count

Now in light of this election’s results, I just wanna say the following,

Yes it looks very Very bad

Yes there’s rightfully a whole lot to be alarmed about with what this upcoming administration plans to do once in office

Yes I totally understand all those anxieties and worries about said administration’s ruthless and callous ambitions even for citizens that should’ve theoretically been in the clear of their wrath

BUT

This is not a moment to give in to despair and hopelessness.

This is not a moment to just surrender everything we are and even our right to live just because of the society our electorate chose

(Side note of your considering that latter option I Implore you to look up and call this hotline: https://988lifeline.org/help-someone-else/

You are loved and we are here for you)

This is not a moment to weep

This is a moment to get determined.

This is a moment to get loud and resolved

This is a moment to realize our fight for justice has gotten tougher BUT it’s still a fight

This is a moment to let that administration and its cronies know whatever they’d pull and play fast and loose with the rules over the American people won’t be an easy one at all, because we are still all here and we’ll make them know by our words and peaceful organized noncooperation with them

This is a moment….to make it count.

And Folks, Friends, Acquaintances, Ladies, Gentlemen, and to all persons of all types, creeds, faiths, cultures, lifestyles, etc, We Can All Make It Count

That all having been said though, also in light of this year’s election,

[niamhuncensored]

Looks like they are currently working on the problem. Fanfic.net is NOT dead. They are NOT hanging us out to dry.

[sootyships]

lol some yankee started whining how disease-ridden and unwashed i must be bc i joked that i live like a 18th century peasant. i can't. imagine being this prejudiced 🤦 and they said saunas are disgusting and then said saunas included sharing water with other people... ??? and that you have to disinfect bathing water because lakes and rivers are full of parasites?? dude... i'm so glad i don't live in that person's world, it sounds so profoundly sad.

so then i told them they're prolly also horrified by waterless outhouses. (bc i know yankees are horrified by them. oh no, they obviously stiiiink! idiots. go sniff an outhouse.)

[schemmentisimpasours]

Barlissa fans (I am one of you ironically) I am so sorry for this next fic. I'm working through some shit and sometimes you just gotta tear it down. But I was watching Barlissa tiktok while editing and was tearing up. Like how could I do this to the work wives 😭🥹

[the-colours-system]

Need to eat

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[majorproblems77]

Its times like this where we remember 3 things.

1. The site is run by volunteers and we love them all.

2. If you've not done so remember to download a selection of your fave stories so you can read them when the archive goes down next time round.

3. The cookie jar is on the counter, please dont panic just yet. And help yourself.

[best-of-theworst]

I'm working on my old shoes to make them more goth, adding chains, making platforms etc.

I bought them in 2019, instead of buying new "goth" shoes, I decided to gothifie old ones.

While working on them I realized something.

I refused to buy new shoes. Refused to give in to capitalism. I was (still am) literally the definition of "alternative, punk, goth" and I didn't even realized what I was doing!

Be strong kids, don't let capitalism and consumerism rule your life.

[fishmongeringstudies]

#1: long lonely people with places to go

I wake up really early but still not early enough to catch the sun rise. It goes while I'm sleeping. Cracks the door of the morning open and climbs out the window like a kid in a superhero movie; when I open my eyes, it's all blue. There's a cat meowing for food outside. I get up.

I conveniently forgot to tell my mom that I stopped wearing shoes in my last year of undergrad. It isn't really the kind of thing you just text someone about after all like hey, I stopped wearing shoes btw— she'd probably freak out, right, and she did, when it popped the summer I came back like a big blister. Look, I didn't say. Someone I loved very much does that. At first I was sort of weirded out but one time when I was falling asleep doing readings in the library they took me down to the creek, and it was early spring and cold but the sun was warm on my skin and the water was skittish with light so of course I had to get in the water. There were tiny black fish everywhere. They darted between my legs as I splashed across the sand-dirt floor and disappeared when I wasn't looking, they were so scared. I looked down the length of the creek to where the trees framed the green edge of the sky and I loved it, loved it so much I couldn't put my shoes back on afterwards.

I worked hard to build up that thick skin on the base of my foot. Pavement is forgiving but the groundskeepers liked to line parts of the trail with tiny pebbles and sand and hard poky granite and that shit took months to get over. When I finally did, we had graduated. It was time to leave.

And I knew, viscerally, that my skin wouldn't be getting any tougher in Singapore and that if I wanted to run around in the woods again I'd have to keep it that way. But I had a wretched time at home. Home? Home, like a place, like the concept of people who want you all the time, always, no matter what. Anyway, I went home. I have a silly little habit of picking at my nails and skin when I'm very anxious. In an anxious, miserable daze, I fiddled all the toughness away.

I went back to the woods on campus for the first time two days ago. It was brutal. Everything hurt. Even the sand-covered paths, even the gravel that I wouldn't have shrugged at in May. See, the metaphor writes itself. I've literally walked myself backwards, away from the light.

But we have to keep going, right? Right. Right, we have to keep going. If you say anything three times in a row it becomes true. It's the middle of the morning now and the sun's properly up. I'm listening to quiet acoustic Taiwanese songs that I can understand half of, tea finished, dishes drying on the rack. It's true, I was depressed for two months but now I'm just sad. And sadness I can work with.

There's a movie I saw this week after all. But I'll tell you about it some other time. Right now, I have to wash this mug. Then I think I'll go outside, in spite of the sun.

081224

[thereal-caramelcoffeecountess1]

You know that anon’s right, Maeko.

no, that anon doesn’t understand it. they don’t understand the relationship kouki and i have. no no they don’t get it. they just look at the surface and ignore the rest! they don’t understand. none of you understand. maybe not even kouki himself!

[sexynugget]

this is homophobic

how dare you deprive us of a heart eyes howell moment

how dare you silence her

this is erasure

[simpburoncrash]

Brushing your teeth for the first time in a while and seeing blood rush out from your gums </3

[gailynovelry]

Hi! Hi. Guess who's in. Love y'all.