Love The Ending.

Love the ending.

As the gatekeeper of Hell itself, you’re used to hearing “I don’t belong here.” Your job is to convince people they do. So this morning, the last thing you expected was a call from Heaven, about a goody-two-shoes fussing about how they don’t belong inside the pearly gates.

I know I’m expecting way too much from a game that uses most of its memory on a hundred odd different monsters, but I wish there was an option to let Kamado know that, while you’re fine going along with the whole banishment thing, that giant Garchomp I picked up in the Alabaster Icelands is really enjoying my nice warm cabin, so would he like to explain the situation to said giant sharkosaurus or would he like to rethink the conclusions he’s jumping to.

Banished Akari

The last “are you sure?” always annoyed me. Until today, I mean. That’s a damn good point.

Good morning! I’m salty.

I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.

This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.

You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.

“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.

If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.

Well I’m going to have an interesting year…

ok bud this one seems accurate

Thank you for the reminder. I tried and messed up all of my New Years’ resolutions, and I’ve been feeling pretty down about it. I’m going to try again, though, until I get it right.

Here’s a reminder that if you messed up any big plans for change in the new year, it’s okay. You don’t need a new year to start something. You can start again, right now. And you aren’t a failure for messing up. It’s okay to try again.

Thank you. I’ve been struggling with this exact feeling for months now. I’m going to give the “half a Pratchett” approach a try.

I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school. 

And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good. 

And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways. 

Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.