Very Specific Tag Game: If You Are From The US And Can Drive, Pls Reblog And Say Where Youre From And

very specific tag game: if you are from the US and can drive, pls reblog and say where you’re from and what you call it when someone sorta pauses at a stop sign without fully stopping all the way

This is completely crippling to think about! :)

That being said, I did write a little something motivated off of this post and Tommy’s most recent lore stream, it’s a happy ending with Phil coming in to disrupt the cycle cause I’m a sucker for happy endings, but I didn’t want to just steal part of your idea and not give you any credit or let you know lol. If the credit I gave isn’t good enough, feel free to offer a correction! it’s called Molasses on AO3.

Hope you’re having a great day!

hey, what if they make dream chasing/taunting/tormenting tommy a daily thing. what if, every stream, dream pops up for a few minutes to remind him. what then

I pawed through some of my old writing - like 20 years ago old - and let me tell you, it’s not great. But it’s evidence. It’s hard copy evidence that I am better now than I was. That I’ve learned something. Lots of things, really. It’s evidence that at least 20 years ago, I put my fingers to a keyboard and said “I’m gonna create something.” And then I did.

And maybe it wasn’t award winning fiction, and maybe I never finished most of it, and maybe I never even showed anyone most of it, but it doesn’t make a difference. I put in the practice. I created stuff just to see if I could. I found documents that were just me describing things to practice descriptions. I found several that were only a few paragraphs long, a passing thought. A wisp of daydream. A frustration.

A friend of mine showed me her old fanfic account today, and thought that I was laughing at her when I was gleefully pawing through it. And maybe a little I was; but not because she had written things, only because she handed me the link and then made the pikachu face when I actually looked at it. She started going through the motions of telling me that it was terrible, that she had no idea what she’d been thinking, that some of it was weird, and I had to stop her.

Because here’s the thing: I don’t care!! If you are young, or you were young, and you are creating things you’ll look back on in 10, 20, 30 years, I hope that you are kind to yourself. So many people get hung up on the fear of starting something new, of starting and not being instantly perfect, that they never stand a chance at all of being even good. You cannot get better at something you never do, something you never practice. You can think about stuff all you want, but you get better by just doing it.

And yes, you’re going to do it poorly at first, and looking back, you’re almost certainly going to be tempted to say “what was I thinking” too, but… what you were thinking was that you loved something enough to try to bring it to life, to put it somewhere it would survive you. If it was fanfiction, you loved it enough to try to make more of it, or to fix it, or to connect to other people through it; you loved it enough to explore it. If it’s original, you took something that was inside of you and put it outside of you, and that’s so incredibly difficult that to attempt it at all is worthy of appreciation.

What I’m saying is that there are a lot of people afraid to even start writing, and if you are writing now, or if you started when you were young, or if you are starting now when you are not, that’s bravery. You are brave, and you were brave, and if you’re looking back and saying “I was worse at this” then face the other direction for a hot second and think “I’ve become better” and maybe take a moment to appreciate the younger you for putting in that effort for you. Younger you had to go through a lot of work to get you where you are now, and you should be so proud of them. I certainly am. You’ve done and are doing amazing.

All that’s left is to keep going.

Fan fic authors are not professional writers.

Expecting them to be perfect and never make mistakes is setting yourself up to be an asshole.

Do you know how long it takes to write and publish a 60k novel for most published authors? Years. Plural.

That includes time spent writing multiple drafts and doing research and multiple rounds of edits. Access to a professional editor, and the ability to hire sensitivity readers. The list goes on and on and on.

Fan fic authors owe you nothing. They are churning out multiple novel length fics (or the equivalent in one shots) a year while still holding down school/jobs.

And you’re gonna jump down their throats because they wrote a pairing differently than you prefer??

Shut the fuck up.

Tags exists for a reason. Read them and move on if the fic is not for you.

I mean really. We all just lived through fucking 2020. Let people enjoy their FAKE gay porn in peace.

Jfc.

Source: This

One of those envelopes that come in the big 24 card pack, taken off the shelf for 9.99 and tax, slightly banged up by the previous shoppers but now carted off from the store to a loving home. Light blue with some minor detailing, nothing fancy. Forgotten in a drawer for a couple of months, since I’ve been placed in such a safe space that even the person who bought me can’t even find me. (They probably buy other cards and envelopes to use instead in that couple long month period, which is fine, I guess… or whatever.) Once they find me and all my friends they set to work filling us out to send off as thank you cards or whatever, and since I’m last in the line, I anxiously await being mailed off. Finally, I’m the last card in the box, waiting on being shipped off to my new home before being thrown in the trash over there. Now is the time that I realize there are no cards left in the box, no yin to my yang, no peanut butter to my jelly, no other half. Whoever bought me fucked up one of the notes they were writing and had to throw out a card. I am placed back in the box in the back of their hall closet with all of the other envelopes that they’re “sure they’ll find a way to use eventually”. I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming.

if u were an envelope what kind would u be (explain your reasoning)