its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

daily reminder that if you like something someone made tell! them! tell them tell them tell them TELL THEM

Funniest thing in the whole wide world is opening a completed fic and seeing the author’s note for the first chapter say something like “unlike my other fics, this will be a shorter one! Expect it to be complete within three months or so” and then you look at the stats and the fic is 100k+ words and took two years to finish

Second funniest thing is progressing through a fic and reading the authors notes and every three or so chapters they’re like “you might have noticed the chapter count has increased from five to eight! Some scenes have gotten away from me” and “okay so the chapter count is updated from 14 to 19. just. just ignore that” and the actual completed fic is 37 chapters long

Grand epics begin with 'So this was just going to be a one shot...'

The only man in the sky.

#me, whenever I have to go to work

anathema should have been soooooo much more weirdgirl like anathema should have had eyes that stared into your soul and the vibe of a little girl who is about to mix some rocks and mud together and then force you to drink her potion

@anthonycrowley they didn’t, honestly. Watch any other project in which Adria Arjona has participated and you’ll realize they were trying to make her look dorky and unkempt. It’s literally impossible to make that woman look bad, though.

I do believe that Adria was not the right fit for the part, but honestly as far as latino representation goes she was a massive win, so I’m not complaining.

Is HL really this smol compared to Butcher???? Real twink

1.80 meters is considered a lot in my country. You’re telling me he’s tiny by American standards? 😭

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

Wow, imagine the new antidepressants they'll create to address the immense toll on mental health this would have on people.