I FEEL THIS^^^^ - Tumblr Posts
my brain developing plot lines and multidimensional characters while im busy at work:
my brain as soon as im at home with loads of free time, empty notebooks, and multiple writing programs at my disposal:
spending a long time scrolling the hurt/comfort tag, call that whumpster diving…
being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn't made to feel like a literal death sentence
I am just so excited for The Tortured Poets Department. I know we don't *know* anything but also we do!!! we know: she is an established songwriter who only gets better, that she chooses production to compliment the accompanying mood of the story told, that there is a purpose to the tracklist, and there's a curated story told within each album. and the album!!! the forlorn aesthetic, left alone in an empty bed reeling from ghosts. the tracklist names and three track runs I can already imagine: So Long, London, But Daddy I Love Him, Fresh Out The Slammer? Florida, Guilty As Sin?, Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?? and my personal favorite currently: The Alchemy, Clara Bow, and The Manuscript?
if I had to take a guess, and I will, the album will explore a relationship where there's a lot of pain and yes some artistry and yes even beauty that was pulled from it, but ultimately that living with that weight is too much for anyone to bear. I could be way off but either way I just cannot WAIT
Guys there are 17 songs in my TTPD top 5 what do I do
Kinda tempted to always have the "Sirius and James were exceptionally bright" and "your dad and Sirius were the brightest students in the school" passages saved so I could just blast them to every post that takes part in Stupid Sirius Agenda
closeted queer muslim culture is not being out to majority of your friend group and the lgbtq+ ones talk about their religious trauma and be like "yeah i don't believe in god anymore bc i cried myself to sleep trying to believe in god" and you feel bad bc you feel like you're contributing to that trauma and you're just like T_T
one of the best things about making friends with people who read your fics isn’t just that they usually review, it’s the energy for your writing they have, the way they hang on even your maddest ideas and help you refine them or just help you stretch your mind a little with “what if” back-and-forths
y’all are great
This, I feel this.
When I was a kid and learned about copywrite laws, I became afraid to ever create or share fandom creations. I made so many ocs! I world built and drew and daydreamed about them. But.
It was lonely. Because nobody cared. And attemps to share often got me mocked.
I still have ocs and want to work on their story someday but. It's very different from having blorbos and being part of a community who love them too. I have made so many friends through fanfiction. Good friends. People who helped me grow and helped me get away from a toxic situation.
It's not just about the blorbos.
It's the people we share them with.
No actually I’m mad enough about it to speak up.
This new trend of judging ppl for making AUs upon AUs for their blorbos instead of making ocs or filing the serial numbers off is annoying af.
I wrote for ocs for 6 years (probably closer to 8, but I digress). Do you know how lonely it is writing for ocs? No one wants to read it. No one cares about it. I had exactly one person who consistently liked or even interacted with my posts and they’d do it as support, without actually reading any of my work. I wrote over a thousand pages of “original fic” and only one 90 page story got any attention and that was only because I promoted the heck out of it. The rest? Nothing. So much nothing that I just stopped posting. Kept writing, but stopped posting—because no one was reading it!
Not to mention—fanfics have a lot of sites to post on. You’ve got wattpad you’ve got ao3 you’ve got ffn you’ve got tumblr etc etc. But for original work? Uhhhh maybe tumblr. Maybe some obscure site that has probably a hundred users trying to make their story pay to read. That’s it. There’s no easily accessible platform for these things.
And also! LET PEOPLE HAVE THEIR FUN. Like this is legit the new kind of cringe culture? “Wow thinking about the blorbos in another au, so cringe. Make your own ocs loser.” Like. Stop it. Some people don’t wanna make ocs. Some people don’t wanna file off the serials. They just wanna create for the love and fun of their blorbos.
So just. Stop it. Just stop. Stop judging people about having harmless fun. If you wanna do ocs, good for you. Have fun with your ocs! Create! Spark that joy!!
And if you wanna keep using your blorbos, then good for you! Make that 36478162 AU. Let it spark joy!!! Real life works hard to suck joy out of all of us, so do what makes YOU happy.
i want to live by the ocean but also in the forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside u feel me
I feel Kirk so much in this scene—
Bones: *goes to Sybok's psychotherapy*
Spock: *also goes to Sybok's psychotherapy*
Kirk: well now that's enough I know my trauma pretty well and I don't want to do anything with it my trauma made me who I am now so don't you dare to do something to me
i think about talking to my younger self, as one does, and dealing with the idea that kid me would be upset to see adult me is really a something alright
i think about how i would comfort myself then
just a friendly reminder that it is summer and there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing fuck all so you’re recharged and chill when school rolls around shatter the false studyblr illusion that you must be productive 24/7, 365 days a year. ENJOY YOUR SUMMER!!
i always get offended when a tf2 match tells me i have a new nemesis, because as a medic main i consider every player, including my own teammates, to be my personal nemesis at all times
We don't talk about that
Maybe you'll be okay with it now People change, after all. Everyone changes. But I remember how I saw drag queens for the first time on some dumb daytime talk show And I remember thinking "That's weird but as long as they're happy" Until you sat down and calmly told me that they were not evil, but what they were doing was a sin Talking in your teacher voice I was confused, but I nodded anyways Wasn't a sin supposed to hurt someone? I remember how you watched the Oscars in a furious rage the year Brokeback Mountain came out Curled stone-stiff like a gargoyle at the edge of the couch, And how you sat back with a satisfied huff and said "Good, that's the way it should be" when it didn't win Best Picture You don't even care about the Oscars It wasn't even a good movie, it was just boring and sad and no one got a happy ending But, like, it's not about sad films about men kissing, or sins that don't hurt anyone It's not about women in wigs It's not even about hate It's about the ones called the fathers going out and living lives and the ones called the mothers saying home and getting fucked It's about the boy cousins getting multitools and girl cousins getting bath sets It's about me cracking a joke in first grade and the teacher going "quiet!" And a boy two seats over cracking the exact same joke five minutes later and the teacher laughing It's about someone taking you and forcing you, step by excruciating step, to recognize dirt and clean it, anticipate hunger and feed it, see a grown-ass adult man and know that your five-year-old child self is responsible for his care and upkeep whining and fighting and complaining every step of the way (while the boy cousins play Nintendo) and then later they have the nerve to tell you that women are naturally caretakers. It's about how I'm still not exactly sure if the devil scooped out my brain and stuck a stranger behind my eyes, someone who would adorn themselves in long lashes and hunger pangs, if you would even notice It's about how, until I was 19, the only words I had to describe myself were "girl, but wrong" It's about this guy randomly telling me he had feelings for me and me not feeling anything at all towards him, not one thing, not love or curiosity or boredom or disinterest or pity not one thing and I said "okay" because I didn't know what else to say (turns out that was the wrong thing to say) It's about being body-checked out of the way when some guy lurches forward to pull open the door that I was just about to open and he holds it open like he's announcing the fucking pope and he's half blocking the doorway and then he kind of glares at me when I sort of awkwardly wriggle past him and don't make eye contact and don't say anything I didn't ask to play a bit part in your street theater improv I definitely didn't ask to be typecast It's about how being a woman makes you less of a man And you can always be less of a man But you can never be less of a woman It's about a game that isn't fun and no one wins and everyone has to play it forever And no one is willing to admit it's a stupid game And the people who do, the people who realize that it can be fun, all the players who say it's not a game want to kill them Like actual death I don't know if I'll ever tell you I never talk to you anyways and I'm pretty sure that if we went to some gallery that was unexpectedly displaying Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers) That even if I explained the story behind it, the deliberate disregard, the lovers torn apart and denied a final comfort, the history of all the people who were erased by their families, (the unspoken question of what you would erase-and-replace on my gravestone) you would still wonder why I was making a scene crying in front of a stupid box fan You're embarrassing yourself Thank goodness we don't have any of that in our family
If I see anyone that was born in/after the 2000s adulting, I short-circuit for second while Green Day plays in my head and my brain cries
the difference between ‘i’m 17’ and ‘i was born in 2002’ is night and day my dude bc if u tell me ‘i’m 17’ i’m fine but if u tell me you’re from 2002 then shouldn’t ya be wearing diapers rn
