#which is hard

[unknownbookworm]

I am here to hear you out about Leah. I dont think Ive ever seen anyone super passionate about her so please explain. I actually married her for my first playthrough but ended up divorcing her 😅

OOOO ALRIGHT. I'll try my best to keep this coherent because I genuinely wanna do her justice! However I make no promises This will contain heart event spoilers so I am going to do a keep reading, here we go!

Leah was one of the first people I befriended on my first save file and I immediately was like OMG womans <3. Like shes very down to earth and came to pelican town to get away from a very shitty ex and chase her real passion. She loves the forest and nature, is constantly going around to different spots to sit there and sketch, loves doing her craft, and stands up for herself against her ex! I just appreciate her so much and she gives you a whole ass art piece????? WHAT I FEEL ABOUT FARMER??????? THATS SO SWEET!!! She spends time dedicated to making something for the farmer, and is always offering to have you stop by because shes lonely. Like shes so sweet and chill, also its an extremely popular headcanon that she is STRONG, like look at leah art and you will come by one of buff leah pretty easily. Shes so pretty and ?????? Look she is THE cottage-core lesbian material.

Look its hard for me to like place all my thoughts on her in a digestible way without running over my own words, but tldr I really appreciate her story and how far shes come. She realizes she wants something else in life, realizes shes in a shitty situation, and moves out to a town where she knows no one to do her own thing. She is independent but so very kind, and I love her. Its a shame that people just say shes budget Robin, and often find her a bit dull. And other marriageable in sdv (especially bachelors) often get more of the spotlight because more people tend to love their characters. I get it, they are pretty cool and I have some different save files where i go for them, but I always come back to my wifey Leah. She likes all foragables, so it wasn't that hard to just friend her over time and I really enjoyed seeing her in the game. Her character arc in the game often has people saying its not as impactful as others, which yeah when compared to Haleys and Shanes (for example) it doesn't have the same impact. But like, Leah's arc is like a sequel arc, she already got away from her ex and moved to the new town, she is figuring out what she wants to do now and its where she is in game. No hate to anyone! This is not me being bitter against the other marriagables at all, simply me trying to say my piece about Leah. Because lets be real, she doesn't get a lot of hype. It's not that anyone hates her, or thinks she is terrible, its more of shes just "okay" to many people. Which is fine, everyone is entitled to their opinions and preferences! I just choose to appreciate my badass artist wife whose lonely and just wants someone to talk too.

[isdalinarhot]

the best part of not drinking anymore* is that I can make macaroni and cheese without feeling the need to post on my cosmere blog about it

[andydrarch]

I gotta draw more Yumikel hhhhhhhhhh

[melchiordommik]

So many people are liking ny art,, I feel so happy

And I'm just a guy.....

Thank you to everyone who interacts with my stuff... you make me smile

RHAAAAAAA

[astudyinpanda]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tag, @mystical-salamander 💙

Welp, I last saw this tag game on May 29, 2023, at which point I had two WIP files. I have worked on… NEITHER! I am giving up on them, I think. Instead, I will foist my completed Whumptober prompts on y'all. They are here on Tumblr (warnings for violence and general character misery).

I wrote something for most of the prompts, including stories for fandoms and pairings I hadn't written before. However, I did it by not plotting and giving myself permission to do a terrible job. They are appropriately rough. I posted the ones I really liked on AO3, and it's probably best if I focus on something new.

No-pressure tagging: @mossywriting @theres-whump-in-that-nebula @solrika @nonhumanhottie and YOU if you have WIPs you'd like to share.

[amphiptere]

George R R Martin and Terry Pratchett both reframed fantasy/fiction tropes to be more realistic but by god they did it very differently.

[timestillstands]

reblogging all the original posts from my main acc is super hard when it tells me that the stuff from my tss tag is js. not there???

[thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001]

ive thought a whole lot abt this n I think I have created an accurate summation ov thee pros + cons ov being in love

pros: best feeling ever

cons: worst feeling ever

[coolattasclown]

trying more stop motion. the Be

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[artemisdesari-blog]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[whaledocboi]

ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[cuntstable]

i hate when people call marcille a girlfailure btw like SHE ISNT. and shes not a ”girlboss” either. this is a neurotic and Permanently On The Edge of a Breakdown overachiever late 20s virgin just out of her phd program with permanently shaky hands from an addiction to overly sugary coffee and a deep desire to be crushed to death under falins giant jugs no matter the cost. the only thing shes ever ”failed” at is going to theraphy

[intermundia]

this is the single worst way i've ever read to describe an erection, frank herbert