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I'm wondering if, as a society who cares about vulnerable people, we could stop saying "traumatize" when we truly mean "upset"?
I am sick of hearing sad books or movies "traumatize" their readers. I simply do not believe that happens. A traumatic experience might be adjacent to books (I have vivid memories of books I was reading around certain experiences and even how the contents of those books affected my processing of the experiences). But it's not caused by the book. And, y'know. The weather is Christofascist Censorship Attempts outside.
Meanwhile from the other side I continue to be surprised at just how badly people fail to understand trauma and traumatic experiences in general. Watering down the term isn't helping. Find other hyperbole to express that The Bridge to Terebithia gutted you, chewed on your heartstrings, and made you cry your first pair of contact lenses right out of your preteen eyes.
#i agree with this for the most part#except for reading is always a choice#not for kids and teens#who may have to read a book for school in order to pass#I got lucky- my school saw me having PTSD episodes and Panic Attacks every goddamn page#and allowed me to read another book#(which was STILL retraumatizing but at least only once every few chapters)#((They still refused to allow me to avoid the topics or at least read when I wasn't around others))
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How to put “wrote fan-fiction” on your résumé:
Leveraged an inventory of established fictional character and setting elements to generate a disruptive custom-curated narrative entertainment asset.
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Okay fanfic writers, your mission, should you chose to accept it, is a filthy 100 word drabble, for any pairing, to be posted on Thursday, in time for American Thanksgiving.
Ready, set, write!
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this au got me laying awake at 3am thinking abt steven surviving a job interview
bonus:
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hey if you were raised believing in santa, what age did you learn he wasn't real? for me it was 12 and i think that's...late.
#i was like 8 when I figured it out?#but funny story#when I was like 12 I spoiled it for my bff/crush who was only 10#and my parents pulled off a fucking switcheroo#we left to visit relatives on christmas eve; no presents under the tree#came back on christmas (unexpected- we have a curse so we dont travel on christmas)#We WATCHED my parents unlock the door and ran straight to the tree to see that Santa had came!#Turns out mom slipped in the back#got the presents moved and slipped back to us before dad had unburied us from the presents in our laps#mom finally told me as an adult
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But seriously, when we got our property, it was all just…grass. A sterile grass moonscape, like a billion other yards. With two big old maple trees. Just grass and maples, that was it.
But then I got my grubby little paws on it, and I immediately stopped fertilizing, spraying, and bagging up grass clippings and leaves. I ripped up sod and put in flowers and vegetables. I put down nice thick blankets of mulch around the flowers and vegetables.
When I first was sweating my way through stripping sod, I saw a grand total of 1 worm and 0 ladybugs. The ground was compacted into something that would bend shovel blades.
Now, six years later, I can’t dig a planting hole without turning up fourteen earthworms, and there are so many ladybugs here. Not the invasive asian lady beetles; native ladybugs. They winter over in the mulch and in the brush pile. I see thousands of them.
The soil is soft and rich. There are birds that come to eat, and bees of many sorts.
Like this is something that you, yourself, can absolutely change. This is something that you, personally, can make a difference in.
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So on a bit of a whim, with a few people I work with, we created The Game Awards for Games Who Can't Afford the Game Awards.
Or TGAGWCAGA for short.
It's pretty much exploded over the past week on Bluesky where a lot of indie developers have made their home.
We asked indie games to nominate themselves, whether they had released this year or whether they were an upcoming game that couldn't afford to pay for the advertising space at the Game Awards.
Geoff Keighley said that Gamescom's Opening Night Light were going to be charging as much as $480,000 for ad spaces during next year's showcase.
That's simply not remotely affordable for thousands of studios.
So while it's a bit of a parody, we also hope it'll shine some light on great indie games, and our form is of course written in Comic Sans.
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I've started playing this new game when I'm bored where I look up shitty T-shirts with pictures and slogans on them intended to be worn to very specific occasions and I try to think of a different place where it would be way funnier to wear it
Some Examples:
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EASTER SHIRT
Slogan or image: Easter bunny, "I have the best eggs"
Intended wear: Family event, community event
Funnier place to wear it: Fertility clinic
TWO
ST. PATRICK'S DAY SHIRT
Slogan or image: Man with two beers on green. "Dublin fistin"
Intended wear: At a bar with the boys
Funier place to wear it: BDSM club. With the boys
THREE
HALLOWEEN MATERNITY
Slogan or image: Skeletal ribcage aligned with the wearer's ribcage, and a cartoonish skeleton baby just below it.
Intended wear: Low-effort Halloween event
Funner place to wear it: Abortion procedure
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saying ao3 needs to censor certain content is like saying a museum can't have still life art that includes strawberries because you don't like them.
these are not real strawberries. you do not have to, and in fact cannot, eat them. no one with a strawberry allergy will be harmed by looking at them. no migrant workers were exploited in the picking of these strawberries. there were no questionable farming practices or negative environmental impacts from growing or transporting them.
because - and i cannot stress this enough - they are not real strawberries.
if you don't like strawberries, you don't have to look at the paintings. in fact, you can get a map of the museum that lists what works are in what rooms and just. not go in there. if you see one by mistake, you can look away. just keep walking. there's plenty of other stuff to see.
yes, real strawberries can cause real quantifiable harm to real people.
but again. these are not real strawberries.
you may have whatever feelings you like about strawberries, and so can i. you can draw and write about whatever fruit floats your boat, and so can i, even if that happens to be strawberries. and we can hang our art side by side in the same gallery, provided you understand that my strawberries are not about you (and your kumquats are, shocker, not about me) and that - and this is true - neither are real.
and when the fascists break down the doors and grab all the strawberry paintings and heap them in the street and set them on fire, please know that they are coming for your kumquats next.
so if you want a place where you can show off your beautiful kumquat art safely, you're gonna have to tolerate having some strawberries in the next room.
and that's okay. because the strawberries aren't real.
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i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm
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