#I don't know you but I love you

[never-ending-fanfic]

Someone asked me about my disability pride flag pin and what it meant 🥹♥️

Thank you, the nicest bakery lady I ever met

[reinamycloud]

I just needed to tell you I’ve been binging all of your HA! Fics and by GOD my childhood ship is real and you dear author have made it so. God it’s all soooo so so good. The way you write Helga as soft but so strong and Arnold as so whipped but still honest about how to two of them clash it’s everything. They’re both so down bad for each other and it’s such a fuckinf pleasure to read. More then just characterization the pure SKILL of the writing is everything. It’s so captivating. Your way with words is something to be not only admired and held to high acclaim but something to study— I wanna pick it apart and just eat it. It’s so good. God. Everything is so so good. From one writer to another I just had to let u know. Love the work, keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

First of all, let me apologize for responding to this so late. 🙏

I don't even have words right now, seriously. Your message made my freaking year, okay. I'm not even joking. I want to bury it inside me and let it live there forever like a benevolent tapeworm. I seriously needed this and I can't thank you enough for it.

You're a beautiful person and I wish only the best things for you in life. May your creative juices flow eternally, and your pillow always be cool, and a mosquito never bite you again.

Thank you so much.

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, my fingers are stained pomegranate pink and I love you.

Peeling it felt like an essay on measured force, patience and the value of passed-down wisdom. Despite the various techniques I've been shown —cut it this way, peel it underwater, cut it in half and turn it inside out—, I still come back to my mother's ways: accept that it will be tedious, put on an old too-big already~stained shirt, sit on the floor and peel patiently, fingernails digging carefully through the bark, gently but firmly pulling it open, freeing seed after seed, keeping the fragile rubies and their gorgeous deep red intact.

The faint taste of dirt it held lingers. Isn't it strange, how slightly overripe fruits are reminiscent of the soil they grew from? Isn't it endearing, somehow, as if they were in a hurry to go back and start anew?

I can hear my mother's laugh in the back of my mind, hear the amused disbelief in her voice: you could make rotting fruits into a poem. I hope it's a compliment and choose to take it as one, knowing full well she could have said them but I'm the one giving her the words, patting my own back.

My end of year will pass in a flurry of movement, friends around the table and melted cheese in the middle, and I never want it to end and I wish it was behind me already.

May your next year be sweet and this one end gently. It is my wish for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this lovely world at the same time. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, I’m lighting candles and I love you.

well, my sweet, it seems I’m writing you two steps into the new year — how is it feeling to you so far? What wishes do you hope the months bring your way? A beginning, an end, the hopeful in-between as the sun here promises to stay awake a little longer. My dog pulls me along in the evening, a loving “we have places to be,” as I seem to get lost whenever staring up. These fading blues, subtle pinks, yawning purples. While everything remains in flux for the moment, I’ll rest right here if I can.

how do you prepare for something new? what do you call a feeling that glitters in its eagerness, but wanes green with nerves? I’m writing to you now, a few candles dancing in flame at the top of my desk, and a calendar on the wall, marked up with deadlines, milestones, and reminders. finish book edits next week. don’t forget the work meeting Friday morning. Drop by the post office and mail out these exceptionally late Christmas gifts. It’s what has kept me from writing back for so long, and I’m sorry for that. it feels too early for this amount of commotion and too much to think about, but at the same time, I’m excited a year can promise so much.

for now, let there just be this exchange of wishes, long-held embraces across a sleeping ocean, of images to paint each other from our distant corners of the world. let there be a small thinking of you I’m folding up and handing to the wind. this handwritten note, creased around the edges and warm with the heat of lavender candles and a busy writing desk, is my gift to you, if for no other reason than we’re here, watching how a new year unfolds at the same time.

I hope you sleep well when night reaches you, maybe that you sneak a wink at the sunset for me in its muddled watercolor hues. I hope so much beauty for you this year. I don't know you, but I love you.

[aphroditelovesu]

I love you.

I love you too ❤️❤️

~ Lady L

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[marxstradamus]

Kirk was a real one for this

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

the werewolf stan is amazing btw thank you

No, thank you!!! In fact, here's more just because you sent this ask (and probably the other one too, I love you)!!!!! More!!!!!!!!

They are liars <3

Part one is here!! ;P

Part three is here!! 'cause I can't control myself 😔

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[star-anise]

I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like

Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[cardo-de-comer]

you look a little different