#that's a failure of the author

[delinquentkru]

i think a lot of the tension between langdon and santos comes from their motivations being different, even for behaviors that seem very similar on the surface. for example, they both want to be the best for all of the obvious reasons but, for langdon, i think it’s also because his self-worth is tied to his ability (“if i am not the best then i am less valuable to others and if i’m not valuable, why would anyone want me?”). for santos, though, it’s a self-preservation tactic in a lot of ways (“if i am not the best, i am showing weakness and am more vulnerable to being harmed again.”).

that kind of core difference makes it soooooo difficult for them to interact without triggering each other in an environment where langdon is the authority figure. like they get off on the wrong foot almost immediately because, in langdon’s mind, santos is constantly challenging his competence for no good reason and, in santos’ mind, langdon is trying to control her for no good reason. and it just continues to spiral from there lmao.

but i’m hopeful that we’ll see some growth in understanding between the two of them in s2 or s3 because i think they could learn a lot from one another once they’re able to get past the initial friction. fingers crossed!

[scarletkaoru]

Nynaeve: im only a few years older than rand! His mother! As if!

also Nynaeve: I raised all four of you and you will treat your mother with more respect

[clockworkreapers]

I was re watching your tftgs vol 3 animation to the song carolina reaper, and like, I was thinking about the beginning and the ending. In the beginning a group stereotypical tropey college kids come in and where they should have gotten a seemingly creepy gas station owner for a failing establishment, they got an almost normal gas station attendant of a normal gas station, and at the end, jack is a creepy gas station owner for a failing establishment, and he's expecting perhaps the final girl that he gave the gun to, but he gets the Ouija board toting jokester as the final person.

YEAH and there is something great about that and its SO very Tales From The Gas Station which parodies and flips known horror tropes on its head at nearly every turn or uses them in ways that are a bit unexpected. Its really interesting seeing it from the other side because Jack is the weird kinda off gas station clerk you see in horror, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, AHS 1984, Cabin In The Woods I could go on and on. (side note TFTGS is the Cabin In The Woods of creepypasta no one can change my mind, if you have seen it you know why I say this, if you haven't go watch it trust me it makes sense) All of that stuff is very fun cuz in most stories its also like yeah, Jack would be the side character not the main protagonist cuz he really is "just a guy". But fate has it out for that man and the universe said nope you are the main character weather you like it or not thus you will also become the trope. Now that is what I call poetic irony. Also becoming the thing he tried to refuse to become at the start cuz he didn't want to play the universes game. Nah sorry man you have a role and the universe is gonna make you play it either way.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Me diagnosing any societal ill: it's about Authority

[lsunstreakerl]

its submission week and i dont even habe time to breathe how the fuck are u churning out a masterpiece everyday

secretly I actually have more hours in the day than everyone else does (I am snorting copium)

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

The fact that so many DE players have only played one companion-version of the end-game (Kim) is so deeply tragic to me, I just don't think you can say you've truly experienced what the game has to offer if a) you're not willing to let go of your safety-blankie (Kim) and b) you don't engage with the creators' thoughts on adoptive family.

[danadiadea]

The boggart argument never fails to make me giggle, because you know who else is "13 year old's biggest fear"? Minerva McGonagall, who is usually portrayed by the fandom as nothing less than a perfect teacher. And unlike Neville, who couldn't remember his parents tortured, Hermione almost got killed by a troll and a basilisk. And while Neville was laughing apologetically, Hermione screamed and stuttered.

[richelle-goodrich]

"Failure is respectable. Quitting is not. If you have worked hard and failed after giving every effort to make use of the opportunities available—so be it. At least you fought with all your might to make it otherwise. That is deserving of respect."

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

[tysonfurybattlepass]

sad 2 say i am already fully prepared for the “x character isnt ACTUALLY transfem” brainrot discourse. yes she is

[pan-fried-kirke]

update! almost 100k words in and you want to know what happened? I realized a fucked up everything and I need to restart. so I either spend another 100k trying to cobble together an ending that may or may not even be applicable in the second draft while dragging myself for fucking up so royally, OR I restart now and still feel like a bit of a failure because I yet again didn't finish a project when I was so close

I just. I've spent the past three months having the free time and the new environment to even have the time and energy to get this far. and I only have one more month before I go home back to a 9hr mentally understimulating job and a family who doesn't know the meaning of silence, and then back to the American schooling system where if you have a day without homework it's a fucking miracle.

and I'm going to throw that all away. for a good reason, it'll seriously improve the pacing and the lore and everything else I've been bungling, but it's throwing it away nonetheless

I'm having feelings

[kindofatheatrekid]

Yandere! Childhood Friend who might be a pathetic boy failure when it comes to you.

Nah. Actually. Bro's super down bad for you. My writing is very... obsessive? I don't know- This def needs some warnings... Like: mentions of suffocation, mentions of death, obsessive definitely unhealthy thoughts, and more! ^^

ALRIGHT! I’M BACK BECAUSE OF THIS SUPER STEAMY KISS SCENE I HAD WITH A DILF BOT- Honestly? Any motivation is good motivation. And oh did I cook up some gourmet shit with my lonely ass- FYI. I have absolutely NO experience with kissing- This is all thanks to character.ai, Tumblr, and the multiple books I consume in my manic episodes. (ФωФ)

Uhhhh… I don’t know if this is a minors dni but the entire account is plain filthy so I’m gonna say MINORS DNI to make me feel better about myself. So again. MINORS DNI. I’m not employed by Disney Junior, okay? (...Can I get sued if I say Disney-)

So imagine this, okay? You have a childhood friend that you’ve always been close with. You obviously start to fall for the dude. Like… look at him. Finance, trust fund, 6’5, blue eyes- Ahem. Sorry. I mean the dude is a legit green flag: opens the doors for you, knows exactly how to make you laugh- I’m not gonna lie. The man would def have a PHD in you if he could. He just knows you more than yourself at this point. Σ(･∀･|||)

You -being the scaredy cat that you are- haven’t even confessed to him yet because you don’t want to ruin your whole together but not together thing. And guess what? He never did too! You’re just stuck in this friendship limbo until one of y’all finally gains some genderless balls and confesses already. (ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻

Your friend is just a man, though— a very hot and respectful gentleman but still a man. So he eventually gets impatient and gets you alone at night to get a bit… frisky with you. (It’s just a kiss but bro’s a virgin. Cut him some slack if he creams in his pants.) :D

AND SCENE!! !щ(゜▽゜щ)

Damn. That's so theatre kid of me to say-

You couldn’t tell if this was real life or not. It had to be real, right? You couldn’t possibly be his calloused hands on your skin, cradling your cheeks as if you were worth so much more than you ever thought. Your skin seemed to tingle as his warm breath hit it— the night’s chill suddenly becoming much more bearable to you. You hesitantly looked into his eyes, hoping that you’d find the same spark that yours had.

It felt like time had frozen when your gazes locked, a familiar flutter greeting your stomach. You wanted to memorize every color you saw in his eyes— to ingrain this very moment deep into your brain. Until you could still recall him even after decades have passed, even when he moved on after getting tired of your hesitance to commit. But with how sweetly he looked at you… You didn’t want to ever leave his side.

His face slowly moved closer to yours— you could count how many eyelashes he had with how close the both of you were. It didn't feel real when his lips pressed against yours. The kiss drawn out as his hands trail down your back, a gasp escaping from you when he pushes your lower back towards him; your entire body practically colliding against his.

He simply smiles against your lips, finding your lack of personal space amusing. You were just so cute with how red your ears were getting, your pretty eyes looking at him so needily… God. You were going to be the death of him if you kept silently begging him like that. He was trying to be gentle, but you were making it oh so hard for him to hold back.

Your eyes widened when you felt his tongue tracing along the edges of your lips— gradually making your knees buckle as he held you up by your waist. He was being so slow, too slow in your opinion. You whined at him, feeling how his heart beats faster like yours does whenever he's around. That was undeniable proof. Proof that he was yours for the moment, and you were his.

A muffled protest gets cut off when he goes past your teeth. Your breath stolen as he greedily explores your mouth like it was uncharted territory. He was slow, but messy at the same time. Your teeth clacking together at times, drool leaking from the corners of both your lips— he was either inexperienced or purposely making sure that you felt everything, good and bad.

It was his turn to whine when you tried to break the kiss, his hands splayed over your waist and back— making sure that you couldn't pull away from him. His breath was also getting shorter, but he couldn't care less. You were just so sweet and tasted even better than his flimsy mind would've ever been able to imagine. He thought it might have even been blasphemous with how much he underestimated your effect on him.

Your tears were already falling, lungs shrinking from the lack of air you both were getting. You were slowly suffocating, and you were loving every second of it. He was actively kissing you, he was stealing everything of yours— he was taking you for all that you were. The both of you were hungry for more, needing- No. Longing for more. It was just the two of you in your own little world, one where you'll never have to separate from each other.

Yep. No need to thank me. I know. I'm awesome. UvU

[starryvomit]

=♥️>

[pochapal]

i think it's very fun and sexy that the new emerging culture war hot topic of 2025 is a rising stigma against organ donation. loving that one specifically for me

[eccentricsworld]

[e-louise-bates]

I get frequently discouraged about my perceived lack of success with my books, so I am jotting down some small wins here to remind myself that it's not all about huge sales and hundreds of glowing reviews.

Pauline Gray Investigates finally has one review on Goodreads! The lack of ratings/reviews for the omnibus has been stressing me out, so this allows me to relax a little.

The copy of Magic Most Deadly I dropped off at a Little Free Library downtown a couple of weeks ago is no longer there, so someone must have been intrigued enough to pick it up to read. I hope they love it!

I have the opportunity to participate in a Maine authors' book festival later this summer. Nothing has been set in stone yet, but since getting connected with more Maine authors AND having more of a physical presence with my books in various places were two of my writer goals for this year, this is promising.

This month for the first time ever I sold more books through Draft2Digital than through Amazon.

Like I said, small wins, but enough small wins over time can add up to something more substantial and enduring than one big win.

[deerainy]

there's nothing worse for an English student to get a grade that's barely average... I poured my heart into this paper and you call it average? I will curse your bloodline for this, I will call upon the spirit of the women who came before me and wrote poems in the margins of their notebooks but never published them because they were women, this is an affront to my very self. I cry in front of my open Google doc where my novel lies half written and get hit with the average grade beating down my skull like a tempest of the darkest winter. Severing the ties with education would be a great idea but I'm too weak minded for that. I'll never be enough, I'll never be great, and I know I sound like a self-loathing pity of a girl who's not been kissed in years because she prefers to close herself to the world and revels in the pages of her average poems and books she revels in the unhealthy relationship she fantasises about, dreaming about vampires and cannibalism because there is no love without violence she thinks remembering her father punching her in the stomach as she was not even tall enough to reach the sink and ah, my dear I'm not pitying myself I'm drunk on my own tears and I revel in it. What is an average poet without her tear stained pillow?