RIHANNA fixing her makeup during the 57th Super Bowl halftime show
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I think as writers we should hold funerals for our WIPs more often.
Dearly beloved, gather us here today where this fic of some middle-aged man getting rawdogged and this other fanfic about the importance of friendship are laid to rest, because the author got really distracted playing that new video game.
We celebrate what could have been, cut-and-recycle those really good lines or ideas, because I swear I'm going to use them, I swear! And drag this poor document not to the great recycling bin or trash, but to the "graveyard" folder because sometimes I like to commune with the dead.
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So ya girl (and some other staff) are in the local paper as well as having been on BBC radio a month or so ago. It's...interesting. OTOH the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known and all that, and on the other the satisfaction of actually being recognised for something I'm doing, with my name and everything, and not being an invisible hand, an imperceptible agent of administration and bureaucracy and all the fiddly little paperwork things that nobody but archivists cares about until Things stop working how they ought.
Above it all, the sheer weirdness and incomprehensibility of the idea that anyone would know who I am or give a damn what I think, about anything. Even to myself, I feel like I'm functionally a non-entity, you know? Like I barely exist. I have no idea how many times I've thought, if I disappeared, who would notice? So it's novel and exciting and really a bit terrifying to suddenly have a footprint and a voice, or something.
I think I thought I was gonna be a real Somebody, when I was young and stupid, but it's been a long, long time since then. I can't remember when it stopped; all I know is that younger version of me feels like another person and another life. I'm never going to be the kind of Nobel-Prize-winning legend I aspired to be as a child (I mean, seriously, what was I on), but it feels like I'm skirting the line from Nobody into Somebody and man alive is it freaky.
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probably couldn’t get away with tweeting this but,
I’m sure she’d burn pretty easily with a little kerosene!
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What I love so much is that everyone , including qui gon, assume the force is anakins father because shmi says there's no father. But like sorry the single slave mother says there's no father I'm assuming something very different than star wars virgin Mary.
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Wild to me how aggressive people were wrt Moffat and misogyny when a lot of it was already present in the series prior to him but ignored because of the deification of RTD, and s8-10 paved the way for a female doctor by testing the waters with characters like River, Missy, Clara and the General
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" those weirdos, uh...bots? shouldn't they be going to that perverted old man? i mean, c'mon. you're gonna send all these creeps to a twelve year old girl? is this just spam of all his 'weird stuff' that he mass ordered when i was sleeping last night? because i keep getting them. "
" but....if date gets these then he'll be even worse. i better burn these and rip them to shreds. i wonder if iris knows about this too. . . i better tell her to be careful of what's on her phone . then again iris will just get more curious. . . wait, aiba can just mass delete them. i gotta talk to her. she hops out at night a lot sooo.... that's my chance!" time for a late night stakeout.
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I’m soooo fucking tired of people who have no idea about my life questioning the validity about my opinions on the plot of Stranger Things 4. The number of straight people in my life announcing this was the ✨ epitome ✨ of accurate queer rep in period piece television and defending the Duffers (despite this season being pretty flawed all-around) with their lives, and then telling me that the writers don't owe me anything to my face is beyond me. Acquantances that are publicly out under the poly/mspec/bi+ umbrella have held up their identity to me like some sort of VIP card to shut me down. They haven't bothered to take into consideration any of the vast, rich discourse going on amongst the queer community online. They don't know that I'm the only one amongst them who has ever been in a long-term same-sex relationship, and if this were that kind of pissing competition, then I would inadvertantly win. I'm not out to them (and I don't have the privilege to ever be publicly out) and I'm glad that I made that choice.
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The djinni at the circus: Wait why do I have nothing in my pockets anymore
My rogue who just returned from the different plan of existence she was sent to and who also robbed the rest of his stuff there:
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I’m hardly the first person to compare them but Terry Pratchett and J K Rowling really are polar opposites in terms of the way their writing treats weird characters. In Rowling’s writing, any weirdness is there to be laughed at (for example: Professor Trelawney, the fake seer who doesn’t know she’s an actual seer). In Pratchett’s writing, though, the characters’ weirdness is taken 100% seriously and the humor arises organically from the situation itself and is never at the characters’ expense (for example: in Making Money, the man who was born a clown and was never told so until he was 13 years old). In Rowling’s writing, the main characters poke constant fun at Professor Trelawney, making joke predictions and fudging homework and talking about how divination isn’t a legitimate field of study. Even after she gets fired and more or less drops the act, the joke changes to “look at this sad drunk lady” and the main characters express little sympathy. The narrative is saying she’s there to make one real prediction and otherwise she’s only there for comic relief. This sort of thing happens over and over in Rowling’s writing, where any quirkiness is there to be laughed at and the misfortunes of characters we’re not supposed to like are supposed to be funny, and it sends a message of conformity under threat of ridicule. In Pratchett’s writing, the clown man’s story is treated as a great tragedy: imagine growing up not knowing why you are the way you are, and then finding out the truth as a teenager! And knowing that your own mother kept the truth from you! This man was so deeply traumatized by this he denied himself any humor or fun for decades, and when he has a crisis and runs off to become a clown again, he is given support and medical treatment and is welcomed back to his job at the bank and accepted for who he is. The fact that this whole situation is hilarious is secondary. And again, this sort of thing happens over and over again in Pratchett’s writing, where characters’ quirkiness is embraced and often seen as irreplaceable by the end of the book, and it sends a message that our quirks are valuable and weirdness should be acceptable. It just strikes me as a much… kinder approach to people, you know?
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watching bee and puppycat and i hc the wizard family as filipino bc naming ur all ur kids about wizards is EXACTLY the kind of shit filipino parents would do
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