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i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain
Fandom Problem #5033:
It sucks when all the content for your OTP solely consists of one of the members third-wheeling for a much more popular ship
hey you. indie creator. get rid of the corporate execs and the imaginary writers room in your brain. the cynical youtube reviewers and disney fans who want sanitized uwu gays probably are never even gonna be even slightly aware of your existence. write those unrelatable blorbos and those messy themes and that weirdly sexy violence. you have no one to answer to but yourself. give yourself what you want and maybe some day, some 3 random lesbians from the internet whose interests you have somehow exactly hit will look at your thing and think its pretty cool, and in the end thats all you ever needed
when you need help but don't want to burden others by asking for it so you just subtly hint at it in extremely roundabout ways then get sad because no one notices:
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
Paints nails black.
Looks hot for about 2 hours.
Starts chipping off.
well boys wrap it up it's canon
now we just wait for The Scene (tm)
just a normal bestie thing
... In other news, it's time for another print run! Want to hold OBT in the physical realm with your own two hands? Have a copy so when the heat death of the internet incinerates all PMD fanfics, you have proof that you didn't hallucinate the whole thing? Pre-orders have opened for Dielle's Wish and Dungeons & Damages! Both listings also come with a digital PDF so you can poke around while waiting for your order to cook on the presses. Pre-orders for this first wave end on June 16th, but if you miss 'em this time around, there'll be another wave of prints in the coming weeks after!
Books for the main story are not up for pre-orders at this time, but will have their own print run (hopefully) before the end of the year.
I may have slightly overdone it on the next chapter of DTMUTD. It’s already 1.2k words and I’m not even to the main point yet. I didn’t even originally plan to write another chapter, but I have so many ideas!
me: deaf people deserve accessibility including captioning even if it annoys you a little bit
this person: so you literally want all ADHDers to suffer for NO reason??? wow. way to make deaf people look bad . not everyone is out to get you. I’m going to start whining so loud right now
The Brevity of Human Life
What if a century is a short time for every other alien race? They all for one reason or another, have evolved to live for multiple centuries, some more vegetative species for perhaps measuring time in millennia?
An alien spending most of his time bewildered at the speed at which humans live their lives, making decisions impulsively, without thoroughly researching or contemplating options. Terrified at the speed at which humans change their world, change themselves, terrified at the reckless way humans make life changing decisions. “life is short, they tell him.”
An alien who constantly spends his time correcting himself, unable to stop referring to his long dead friend’s descendants by their ancestors names. Unable to prevent himself from recording each new generation so that he may relive every fleeting precious moment.
An alien revisiting a tourist attraction on a human controlled planet, only to be confused and totally lost by how it has changed. Decades have passed, a passerby tells him. The original owners of the land died, and the next owners had other ideas about location.
An alien becoming frustrated by all the different researchers who work with him; every time he starts to get used to one; they disappear and are replaced. He suspects that he is not well liked until he finds out that his previous collaborators mostly retired or died.
An alien being amazed at the callousness of human regard towards death; something to be mourned for sure, most of the time. The severity of a reaction to the death of other humans is not standard, humans ignore deaths occurring across the world, they only really care when it happens to those close to them. To the alien, the death of one of them is almost a national tragedy, it happens so rarely. “life’s a bitch and then you die” is a phrase he comes to hate.
An alien realising that his human friend is not pretending to be old; he is becoming wrinklier and slower and weaker and quieter. In less than half a century his human friend has grown and gone through his prime. He becomes more protective, more clingy, insisting on spending as much time with the human as possible.
Entire communities of aliens desperately attempting to increase the human life-span but to no avail; extending life is an entirely new field of science! Why on earth would any of these ancient species need to extend their lives; some of them probably immortal under the right circumstances. The entirety of extra-terrestrial society becomes obsessed with prolonging their human friends existence.
The self-loathing isn't as bad today so here is an attempt I made at drawing Craig and Jon
[text from Millie] hey Blitz! you ok?? sorry about the goat thing! made you a get-well basket. figurin' it's purty traumatic bein dressed like the chalupa cobra. it alrite to head over and give it to ya? <3 Mils
>>HAY GURL
>>yeh im GUD i gave 1 a stikker, BEST GOAT EVAR
>>i fuckin LOVE goats now
>>but i meen if u still wanna giv me a baskit i'm game
>>also am making dinner so cum over hungry, i gotchu
>>btw thank you i appreshiate you
All of Blitz's texts came rapid fire, and when he finished sending them he hurried over to open the apartment door and leave it cracked. He was indeed cooking, and with the fan on he might not hear her knock. It was good to be home! Being locked up had been miserable, although he had definitely been in worse situations. Really, it wasn't until those suit fuckers showed up that--well, shit. Fuck those guys. If they were ever going to invade Hell, it would probably have to be soon, considering they knew he was a Chupa Kadoobra Cobra Chalupa now.
He got back to work on the cooking--frying up something the store claimed was chicken, but you never knew in Hell. Blitz normally went ridiculously heavy on the spice for himself on nights when Loona wouldn't be home, but since there was a chance she would come in later and since Millie was definitely coming over, he went for a more reasonable, sane level of heat in the breading.
When he heard her steps, Blitz dropped his head back to look at her, absolutely beaming. "Hey, Mills!" And as soon as he had the last piece into the oil, he washed his hands, bounded over to her, scooped her up, and hugged. "You're a sight for dumb eyes. How are you? Everything okay? You guys party while I was gone?"