#oh they be more than editors

[claresedwards]

"You can interfere every once in a while"

[preseriesdean]

SUPERNATURAL  /  Season 12  (pt. 2)

[thepioden]

I would like to gently request secondary-world fantasy authors take a moment and really consider whether they need to use a made-up fantasy term in place of the English word.

[papa-evershed]

RJC talks DA 1

[goldenpinof]

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[translightyagami]

For the director's commentary: ⭐ Do you have any passages in Christmas Wrapping you have any interest in discussing? I think of this fic constantly tbh.

It's interesting because that fic was a gift fic and yet i was totally self-indulgent by including stuff about Light getting bottom surgery. I'd always been a little interested in top Light but never vibed with how it was written by other authors – mostly because the default was always a cis L and cis Light. I really wanted to explore a part of trans masculinity that hadn't been touched on in the DN fandom, something that a lot of actual trans men have actually done and is a part of their sex life. plus idk: I think its hot! anyway here's the passage lol:

“Do you remember when I watched you in your room?” L whispers and waits for Light to nod. “You knew I was there, but you couldn’t see me. Did you imagine fucking me then? What it would feel like to have sex with someone out of sight?” “Yes,” Light hisses. “All I had were feelings. I didn’t know what you’d look like, or feel like. I didn’t even know how I’d fuck you, or what you’d do to me. I touched myself just imagining being against you and making you call my name. Forcing you to be known to me when all you wanted was to be a mystery.”

It's so interesting to me that L knows Light ages before Light knows L. Even when Light is aware of "L" in a conceptual sense, he has no idea what the guy looks like. All he has is this innate sense that someone like himself is after Kira, and its remarkable how long Light stretches a general vibe check evaluation of L before the detective shows up.

Also, idk, I like delivering off-the-cuff insights while one character is balls deep in the other. Keeps the prose interesting.

[akkpipitphattana]

sometimes i get surprised by ships, not because the concept of them existing is inherently shocking but because the way theyre being shipped is shocking. does that make sense?

[sanchoyo]

suddenly remembering why i dont do a ton of videos on sony vegas anymore!!!

[louismygf]

just recently watched this is us with my college friends

[mira0000000-blog]

Touched blender again yey

[britneyshakespeare]

Norton Anthology of Doin Your Mom

[bluewhispersandabsinth]

Same with snakes and their two brain cells (with usually only one being active).

Sure, that my pet snakes seek me out and sometimes choose to hang out with me might have opportunistic reasons like warmth and safety and have less to do with my sparkling personality and charming sense of humour.

But

a) they don't need this for health or to mentally thrive

and

b) they are hardwired to avoid behaviour like this because in the wild, seeking out the company of an animal that's not the same species more often than not means death.

Don't even try to tell me the bond between my pets and me is worthless because it isn't identical to the one between human and dog or cat. Keep in mind, human + dog or cat also isn't the same as human + partner, human + child, or human + (caring) parent, or human + friend. So, careful if you start with the invalidation because the radius can easily be expanded.

But, yeah. If I've learned anything, than it's that no love comes with as many conditions and strings attached as the "unconditional love" of The True Animal Lover™.

[tarragonthedragon]

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flicker inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

[artemistheauthor]

I am being so mature right now

(Not starting a very mean email chain against the person who made my baby sister cry)

[narcissusneverknewme]

It was well worth your efforts!

[scare-ard--sleigh]

editor who has not done shit in months, to another editor who has not done shit in months and just said he can't complete his writing assignments (which he should NOT BE DOING as an EDITOR) by the due date (TODAY) : yeah, gael, [3rd editor who does not do shit], and i should be able to get those edited if you prefer to submit them closer to the editor's deadline.

me: