#words that ring true

[sanndh]

It should be criminal to write words that ring so true and break my heart in 1000 pieces 💔

In his life, Dean knows what it is to pretend. He knows what it looks like. The dutiful son, the staunch protector, the class clown—he knows the burden of the performance and what it feels like to forget who you are when the curtains are closed. It took him five thousand miles and a war to figure out. Novak, it seems, has a little further to go.

[gun-roswell]

This is true for both old and new creators 🖖

Fandom: God there’s like NO content anymore. I wish we could get more art and fanfics :(((

Someone: Hey, I can’t draw anything digitally, because I can’t afford a tablet, but here’s a pen on paper drawing that I spent a lot of time and hard work on. Also, I took a shot at my first fanfic and I’d really like some feedback or at least some kudos if you enjoyed it :)

Fandom: Oh... yeah sorry no... not you. We actually meant writers that are already well known and popular to produce MORE content... I mean, if a popular blog shares your work then maybe. And we don’t really like pen to paper art. We just don’t think it’s professional or even looks good :/

[petaltexturedskies]

Tis the time’s plague when madmen lead the blind.

William Shakespeare, King Lear

[dr-zeddy]

I vaguely remembered I left a comment on the Fextralife page for "Fevor's Cookbook (3)" last summer

so I went back to check if it was still there and, well,

tfw your delulu ramblings about your favourite video game turn out to be right???

[braxix]

Caranthir: Did you know that the entomological root of pencil, penecilin, and the word for a male body part is-

Maedhros: Which word?

Celegorm, whispering: pen- *laughing*

Caranthir: Maedhros, please don't.

Maedhros: No, really. I don't know what word you're talking about.

Curufin: Maglor was saying a word for it earlier.

Caranthir: I hate all of you.

Maedhros: Just say the word, it isn't a bad word.

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[kittykatninja321]

Something ironic about Medea’s husband being named Jason because Jason Todd is like if Medea was a teenage boy

[pieceofpoems]

[aldisobey]

Why is writing so hard lol

Wish it could be faster but forcing the feeling is impossible. Begin with musical ritual. Scrolling walls of artful halls. Masticating prose. Sink and dwell and rot with a feeling caught.

And then a different part of the story retches to page. Like prepping a body for possession. Sometimes a spirit you didn’t expect comes calling with an embrace you can’t escape.

I wish the process was outline, drafts, edit, and edit, edit, edit, edit, etc. But I need to check the moon the bugs the wide space of tide

drown my pretentious ass and toss me out to sea

It needs to be real and alive within, burgeoning to escape before I can excise a word.

I don’t think I’d like it easy

[thejesterstears]

You could've swung a hammer right over my head and it would've hurt less

[shxxmisafreak]

y’allllllll moxley drenched in that much fucking blood …… after having his EARRING hypothetically BITTEN out of his EAR …… that shit cascading down his back and shit ugh . That made me FEEEL THINGSSSSSSS if y’all don’t have gifs from me in the morning once they drop that match on YouTube I want you all busting down my fucking door okay ??

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

Speaking of stupid things Discord reveals to people, I was reminded of this:

but anyway when friend pointed that out ERESTOR BEAT MARGIT AKXBJSAK

so yeah you can say that was 4 hours well spent 💅

[janederscore]

Time Is Flat Roundshape, Innit

[eyrieofsynapses]

good evening, all. it is May the 25th. our lilacs are blooming, just as the ones at the Watch House did. and I am thinking about remembrance of the fallen, and GNU, and the love in commemoration.

y'know, I read Night Watch… oh, maybe a year ago and some months ago. and the lilac symbolism, the remembrance of the Watch, has always struck me with the depth of the emotion of it, the tangibility of it in the flowers. but I wasn't aware that today was the day until I saw commemorative posts, all that gorgeous artwork and more, on my dash.

I was also not aware, until now, that fans commemorated the day not only because of the book reference, but in support of Terry Pratchett and of those with Alzheimer's. which knocked me over a bit because of course, of course the group that would use GNU to honor him would do that. and… I've been thinking about GNU a lot, lately, and this caught me again.

I read Going Postal a bit ago, and reread it recently. both times, the parts about GNU made me tear up. this idea of the names, the memories, the lives of the clacks workers who dedicated themselves to ensuring that people heard each other's voices—all those names spoken again and again and again by that which they poured their souls into, winging along in the air as they could not, an eternal reminder that they were loved—how could that not touch a person's heart?

when I found out that fans online used it to memorialize him, I damn well cried. hell, I still tear up just thinking about it. do you know, there's a code for an HTTP header "X-Clacks-Overhead: GNU Terry Pratchett" written by Reddit users to put in webpages, where it goes unseen by the average user? and in 2015, when Netcraft took a survey, there were eighty-four thousand websites using it? it's eight years later—how many thousands upon thousands of websites have this now, do you think? how many little cables of light has his name flown along, now? how many times?

that alone is absurdly and unimaginably lovely in its own right, but… there's something else to it. there's something about remembering with the lilac sprigs every year, just as Vimes and those who were there remembered their dead. something about how, when we take up our lilac sprigs, we carry a little piece of the characters in our hearts, too. I kept trying to put my finger on why that makes me tear up the way it does. the conclusion I came to is this:

what greater way to honor a writer is there, but to honor them the way they did the characters they poured their heart and soul into? what better way to say we know you and you are not forgotten and your work and words and gifts to the world are held in our hearts forever than to remember them by their own words, their own vision? how else could we say you embodied all the good you believed in and wished to see in the world, but to memorialize them after the little pieces of their soul they wrapped in ink and put upon the page?

it is a knowing of the writer, to remember them in their way. it is not a worn-out faceless platitude, but a reminder that their work has been read and will continue to be, that the characters and world they loved enough to bring to life last just as their name does. such remembrance is warm and loving and delights in their memory even as it grieves.

and now Pratchett's name has been written in his tradition, over and over and over, across the vast plane of the Internet, where it will—with any luck—continue to fly for generations to come.

there is no way to truly express the beauty of that… but perhaps we can catch a glimpse of it in the lilacs, both ours and the Watch's.

[ssaemilyhotchner]

I would just so much rather have an existence where my default is still the assumption that people are good. as a child abuse survivor, I don't mean that in a naive way. but I do mean that a gut reaction of cynicism and skepticism is a tool against love and community and liberation. being jaded is a tool against love and community and liberation. and at the end of the day, what else do we have but each other?

[maretriarch]

i cant believe this childrens book series was obsessed with in middle school has NOOOOOO fanart anywhere online and the author only has three hundred followers on instagram like just look at the art and synopsis it seems like a tumblr darling