#I’m sad about it

[karihighman]

HAPPY UPSTEAD 8x04 ANNIVERSARY 🎬🛏️

[thesarcasticism]

ngl you guys it sucks ass that my dad has alzheimer’s

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

You ever… uh. Think about the internet. And you think about it so long and hard that it’s… like 2AM and you’ve just… thought about the internet for hours and you feel so sad. Because the way the internet has changed makes you so sad.

[003soy]

I want to delete Twitter also but that isn’t new

[lauryn-order]

I’m giving up on dating.

[kingsofeverything]

hi! Do you know what happened with the bhficfest? Everything is fine including the ao3 collections

Hiiiii 🩷 the mod of the fest left fandom, deleted their own fics from ao3, and also deleted their blog which, if it was their main, would have also deleted any sideblogs as well.

Edit: I just realized the typo in your message. Everything is GONE. So the collections are gone, but the fics should still be on ao3, just not in a collection.

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

Mantis and Rocket are gonna die in Vol 3. Said what I said. Don’t @ me.

[cuteangrycoconuts]

i’m convinced that the writers of season 2 were just given a list of quotes and just used them in the show WHENEVER THEY WANTED WITHOUT THE ACTUAL CONTEXT THAT WAS NEEDED FOR THEM TO MAKE ANY FUCKING SENS

[introvert-slushie]

Currently thinking about how much Ford tries to hide his hands a lot when he can…behind his back with this stance. Due to how often he’s been bullied for it.

And also, how Mabel is one of the ones who Ford feels happy about showing his hands to because she thought they were cool looking upon first shaking his hand, instead of him being judged for his six fingers.

[ID: Gravity Falls screenshots. The first three are of Ford with his hands crossed behind his back. The last two are of him shaking hands with Mabel, and letting her paint a turkey on his hand. He's smiling in both. End ID.]

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[karihighman]

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Never ever thought I'd see it ｂｒᵉ𝓪Ｋ

Never thought I'd see it—

[eddiesxangel]

hi TJ! Do you have any WIPS coming up?

Unfortunately no 😪 my brain is fried and I have absolutely no inspiration to write

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[hokoto]

Long time friend almost seems to refuse to gender me correctly despite how many times I’ve told them but I’m too much of an anxious loser to confront them about it :(

[plethodontidae]

shaved my bush and my happy trail 😿 sorry lesbians

[iyamifucker]

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.