soft hearts, electric souls

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

Love it when horror is like what if your house hated you personally

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

you know you're good at your job when every single person tells you "thank god you're back"

Boss makes a dollar You make a dime You read unsanitary pirate slash On company time

Look if you read fanfic on the clock and everyone is still relieved that you're back you must just be that got-dang good at your job

Fam, some jobs are like being a firefighter. 90% of the time you're not doing anything that important, but by golly, when they need you, they need you.

Some jobs, you can fuck around for six hours a day, but you know what you're doing so well that the work you do in two hours would take somebody else ten.

Some jobs, you spend those two hours preventing other people from making mistakes that would take 100 hours to fix if you weren't there to steer them right.

So don't buy into the idea that if you're not working 480 minutes a day, you're not doing enough to get paid a day's wages. That's the capitalism talking.

You're a better employee when you keep your morale up, and sometimes you do that by reading fanfiction on the clock in between putting out your little fires.

if i was in jurassic park i'd be fine because the dinosaurs would love me and therefore not eat me

I wish Mythbusters was still around so we could see them fuck up a Cybertruck

We literally cannot let them start charging 80 dollars for video games 70 dollars was already outrageous 60 was pushing it. 80 fucking dollars. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND. For MARIO?!?!?!?!?

You guys want to play a game? REBLOG and put in the tags why you follow this person

thinking about his cock and balls and shaft and dick and nuts and erection and whether it stands tall and proud against his stomach or if it hangs down to bob between his legs because it’s so heavy

ok this dni has me sobbing

my constant stream of thank yous and sorrys will save me from the ass beating i have coming for the crime of having needs

one thing i will never understand is the "let's not spam the dash" culture on tumblr. like when you choose to follow someone, you choose to see their posts. i personally love when i see posts or reblogs from the same person all over my dash. i love when they yap. i love when they actively hyperfixate and i love the interactions between them and others. it's crazy how to stay on social media or in the community, you have to follow these sets of imaginary norms that stray you further from socializing. so this is just a psa that i will never ever mind if you "spam" the dash. spams are for emails. you posting on dash is like my favourite daily morning newspaper

not to be a killjoy but it's still crazy to me that it's considered mean to be like "maybe you should read / play / watch the source material before creating fanworks and diving into the fandom" bc every time i see somebody going "i havent played disco elysium or know anything about it tbh but uwu here's harry and kim kissing" idk maybe you should engage with it. maybe you should play the anti-capitalist surrealist game where you investigate the murder of a mercenary who led the gang rape of a foreign girl and process that for a bit? and then you can do cutesy mlm or whatever idc. but like at the absolute bare minimum you should understand what the source material involves otherwise we get the phenomenon of people joining a dragon age server and wanting content warnings for like, mage racism. like it's fine to ship and transform the genre into whatever but if you arent comfortable with discussions of the actual source content itself then maybe the fandom isnt for you and a different one is. peace and love.

actual peace and love would involve letting anyone who wants to do things do them, without judgment.

I don't think there is anything unreasonable about the idea that if someone isn't comfortable with actual discussions of the source material they should probably not insert themselves into the fandom. And I struggle to see how this has anything to do with ableism as per your tags.

Well, when you demand a certain amount of effort to be input before you consider someone's creative work valid, that's ableist.

The issue at hand isn't one of the validity of transformative works (and I agree with you there that art doesn't derive meaning or validity from the amount of "effort" poured into it) but of fandom social dynamics and the very simple fact that people involved in a fandom will find people who have not engaged with the source material yet insist on inserting themselves into the fandom annoying. This user articulated it well imo and I'm tired right now:

Unfortunately it's still gatekeeping and still ableist.

I genuinely think it's neither of those things.

i show up to the Planes Enjoyer Convention to talk about how pretty planes are. to my shock i learn planes fly which is awful because i'm scared of heights.

despite me being very passionate, nobody wants to hear about my novel where i imagine planes as types of burrowing creatures. instead people tell me i don't seem very interested in planes or the Planes Enjoyer Convention. this is very mean and judgemental.

eventually i strike up a conversation with someone and they reveal that planes are sometimes used for wars, and they actually like historical "war planes". my heart sinks.

they seem surprised and suggest that i read up about planes. that's just unacceptable. i call them an ableist gatekeeper and protest as i mime being forcibly escorted out of the convention by the security guards i made up in my head.

cw: it’s just fluff with a little classic Usopp self-doubt

wc: 1.2k

Usopp couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he carefully placed them on yours, his palms pressed into the tops of your hands, fingers almost interwoven. You’d asked and asked and asked for him to teach you how to make things—you didn’t care what, you’d said with that sweet smile of yours that made your eyes crinkle at the corners, the one he always tried to coax out of you with every exaggerated story, the one that he saw every night in his mind’s eye as he drifted to sleep. It made his heart ache and his tongue prickle every time he said “no” or “not now” or “perhaps another time”; he just couldn’t find the words, couldn’t puff his chest and muster the courage to tell you he always turned you down because he was petrified to be alone with you.