(has a tummyache but doesn't want to ruin my air of gothic mystique) there is a deep pain welling inside me
welcome to my Internet Heaven
unreasonably charmed by Pendant in the shape of a ram's head, Eastern Mediterranean, 5th–4th century BC, made of glass
I never thought about this... you're right, that's awesome
it's crucial that you untie "special interest" from "expertise". "it's true just trust me bro" doesn't have any extra weight when you add "I know because it's my special interest". you are not immune from falling for misinformation, and you are not immune from sharing misinformation. not to mention the fact that "amount of knowledge" isn't even a requirement for something being classified as a special interest lol!
Curating knowledge does not mean you know how to evaluate it. Period.
I'm working on a ridiculous story that I hopefully will finish and share one day, but for now I couldn't resist sharing the little bit of concept art I've done recently.
"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.
hypothetically, what if one's brain and one's dick had incompatible strong opinions on grammar? mildly fascinated by the idea of how that disagreement would play out
you CANNOT read too much old timey fiction because I was playing Raft with the lads this morning and without a THOUGHT said we could sail over to another island "if the wind would consent to blow" & let me tell you. This did not pass by unremarked.
*something funny happens irl* *a line of text saying “wwwwww” in arial font scrolls from right to left in my field of vision*
girlknight slumped over the bar at the local tavern, three pints in, gripping her own scalp, "i have GOT to stop swearing oaths of fealty"
Maxfield Frederick Parrish