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So let me get this straight

if you consciously decide to throw yourself down the stairs, and end up breaking your leg in the process, it’s clearly your fault

but somehow, if you know a certain type of fic will cause you mental harm, but consciously decide to read it anyway, it’s somehow the author’s fault?

take the most common arguments:

I wanted to know if it was as bad as the tags say - translated: I wanted to know if I’d really break a leg or or if I’d somehow miraculously float down 30 steps instead like a fucking miracle dove unburdened by sin 

It’s the author’s fault for writing it - translated: The person who designed the stairs is at fault for my decision to throw myself down them; clearly if they hadn’t made the stairs, I would have nowhere to hurt myself on purpose 

There was only one tag that might trigger me, but the content turned out to be much worse - translated: There was only one handrail so I assumed I could just hurl myself down thirty steps head first and everything would be fine

People should just write fics that are safe for me to read - translated: I’m an entitled asshole who will willingly break a leg on any set of stairs for no reason, so I want everyone to eliminate stairs and only use elevators

People who write these fics must be bad people - translated: People who build stairs are bad people; whenever I see a set, I will willingly hurl myself down them in order to break a leg, and then spend the rest of my life complaining about it  

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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

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"You think of angels as some divine creatures. We might have been created to watch over you and gifted some blessings, but that stops here. Just like you, we're born, we live, we die. The lenght of our lives, magic or strength don't change anything to that. Do you think the whale is a goddess to the maquerel? If it crosses the wrong boat, it'll die all the same."

- Patience to Paul

(Excerpt of my novel project)

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un deux trois quatre cinq six et recommence. un deux trois quatre cinq six et recommence.

inspire.

expire.

c'est un de ces jours où c'est la merde. un de ces jours où je sais pas quoi faire. je suis en boule dans mon lit et rien peut changer, rien peut m'aider. j'ai les ailes qui craquent et les cornes qui grattent. j'ai les cheveux emmêlés et les yeux embrumés.

un deux trois quatre cinq six et recommence. un deux trois quatre cinq six et recommence.

clique sur le bouton "appeler un ami".

attends.

attends.

attends.

laisse tomber. c'est pas l'heure. c'est trop tard, ou c'est trop tôt. t'as le cafard, va boire de l'eau. au placard, tes rêves d'ado.

t'es pas le seul à flinguer ta vie.

un deux trois quatre cinq six et recommence. un deux trois quatre cinq six et recommence.

viendra ce soir où on ira mieux. on se lèvera, on se nourrira, on se douchera, on se couchera. on fera pas d'insomnie, on sera bien dans notre lit. on sentira pas la peur nous paralyser alors qu'on a plus rien à craindre. on s'endormira, puis on se réveillera.

on ira bien.

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it's just that there's a few more steps you have to take that other people don't have to take, but they don't see the steps, so they think you should be able to hop from moment to moment, a chickadee.

it isn't getting out of bed. it is the weight, the hook in your chest, the anchor. you have to move the anchor first. you have to silence your alarm, but your phone is in your hand, which means now you have to put the phone down, which is too-hard. you get stuck in there for a while, the white screen, mindlessly scrolling. you don't even like this activity, have tried a few other options but - here you are, and time is passing.

you've googled iron deficiency causes depression and if i drink enough water does it help with mental illness and anxiety but no caffiene within the last two weeks, like how you googled am i gay quiz at 17.

it isn't just calling the doctor back, it's the anxiety, it's these little moths in your lung cavities, furious and fluttering. you need to figure out how to capture your fingers from between their nervous bodies. you are an adult, you can say the words yes hi, i'm calling because i need - but you need to practice first. maybe write it down because what if you misspeak, wouldn't that be embarrassing. write it down, but you need to find a pen first. well, actually, your desk is kind of messy. you should get a new pen. you should get a new organizational system. you should try journaling.

your grades in school were always strange. the way teachers would say things like it feels like you're not trying. you could touch stars in the stuff you cared about. well, sometimes. god be willing. homework average zero. oops! your english teacher's wrinkled brow: i know you know this stuff. what the fuck are you doing?

it isn't the showering, it's the mirror before the shower and the soft horrible pull of your naked physique. you have to avoid eye contact completely or else it'll be 93 minutes later and you'll have picked at your skin until every little pore is bleeding. you have to stand up but standing is tiring and also you should have remembered to buy more soap but you never remember anything. maybe get out of the shower and while it's still running and you're still dripping wet, use your phone to take a note. make a note to get your groceries. let the shower run while you stand half-in half-out and get lost in your phone for a moment. come back out when the water runs cold and now you have to sprint to get ready.

your grandmother's frown. you're just being lazy. protestant work ethics in a house that isn't even protestant. she says she just learned different but she means learned better, doesn't she.

it's not that you can't send the email, it's that your hands have been hurting lately and the desk really is messy and also why the fuck would you even care about this thing? doesn't everyone else feel like they're drowning? hi brendon thanks so much for sending! will review and get back to you shortly. but now you're on the internet, close the tab with tumblr on it. go on, close it. feel the little soft vapor of boredom come up and over your eyeteeth and make everything overwhelming and itchy.

literally all you have to do is put on shoes to go outside. you're literally already dressed, that's the hard part of this whole thing. literally just put the shoes on. just... do it! do it! this shit is easy!

it's literally that easy. just stop taking all those stupid invisible steps. stop following your strange made-up rules. times like this, even you're positive you're faking. you just don't want to bother with the cleaning and the cooking and the being-an-adult.

but then - shouldn't you be able to put these stupid shoes on? nobody's even looking. go on kid. life is out there! just take the leap!

get moving.

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Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.

People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"

Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.

I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.

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this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself

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One of the best writing advice I have gotten in all the months I have been writing is "if you can't go anywhere from a sentence, the problem isn't in you, it's in the last sentence." and I'm mad because it works so well and barely anyone talks about it. If you're stuck at a line, go back. Backspace those last two lines and write it from another angle or take it to some other route. You're stuck because you thought up to that exact sentence and nothing after that. Well, delete that sentence, make your brain think because the dead end is gone. It has worked wonders for me for so long it's unreal

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What food makes your oc go "hmmmmm" while closing their eyes and making the world's most content face?

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Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

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The Devil on your shoulder stammers as the Angel loads their shotgun.

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How does your OC react to hearing music they love in public?

See also:

Which of your OCs will sing or dance along to any song they like?

Which OC would rather be struck by lightning than be caught singing or dancing?

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affectionate things that makes me fall in love:

(tag me when yall writeee, feel free to use <3 @urfriendlywriter )

hugs. warm hugs.

when they accidentally fall asleep in your arms

just looking at each other fondly :(

holding hands !!

giving head or shoulder massages

when they're so patient, and understanding with you

cuddling and eventually falling asleep

when they're always giggling at your behavior

when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world >>>

the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh

shifting glances all around the room when they get caught staring at you

the hand behind their nape, when they're embarrassed

they have never raised their voice around you, always talks softly

"I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^

when they lie on your lap

feeding you their cooking and hoping you'll like it

cheek kisses (can i pls evaporate)

adorable big eyes that widens a little when they listen to your rant keenly

the corners of their lips turning up before showing the most beautiful smile

the way their hair looks in the morning :')

when they play with your hair

gets shy or easily amused around you

says random "i love you"s throughout the day

the way their eyes crinkle when they smile

back hugsssssss

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my favorite lovers tropes

academic rivals to lovers (IS SO GOOD, plus when theyre forced to work together)

the "why didn't you answer my letters??" followed by "you wrote me letters???" HEARTWRENCHING

fake dating (enough said)

the 'you need to learn how to dance so im gonna teach you and oh gosh why r we this close?' (honestly one of my all time favs)

the two enemies dancing together at a masquerade dance (yes, just yes)

the screamed love confession during an argument "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" (best thing ever)

one bed trope (enough said)

the 'i hate everyone but you' couple (yesssss)

one losing their mind if the other is hurt or captured (cough percabeth cough)

the bodyguard/princess trope I REPEAT THE BODYGUARD/PRINCESS TROPE

the 'we were flirting and everyone else knows we were flirting but we're in denial bout it' (this trope)

additionally, the 'everyone thinks we're dating but we r not/ in denial bout it' (BEST TROPE EVER)

the hero falling for the villain (honestly one of the best ones out there)

lovers to enemies (SO ANGSTY)

there's more i'll add when i can :)

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What type of parent would your OC be?

See also: Which of your OCs is scared of having children cause they're terrified of becoming like their own parent(s)?