this blog is mostly random reblogs and fandom stuff. I like anime, kpop, kdramas, books, mxtx, etc. I might start writing in near future too.
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Therotatedsock - Call Me Coral! - Tumblr Blog
No one but me knows how happy it makes me to see stuff like this. "This" meaning things I don't usually think twice about out of fear of doing so because what if I'm alone in this. But then I see a post like this with fking 100k likes and for a while, everything is alright in the world.
Has anyone else noticed that as a society, we’re shamed for wanting to sleep? Sleeping in is bad, naps are only okay if they’re 20 minutes, you cant be tired unless you’re a <insert career/lifestyle choice here>, so on and so forth.
I mean, I think we all need to spread our blankets out, cuddle a pillow, and go to sleep. Everyone needs more of it, fuck this “it’s not productive” nonsense. It’s okay to sleep, it’s okay to want to sleep. You’re not lazy because of it.
compilation of this type of post
everytime ao3 cloudflare pops up, part of me is worried it will decide after some loading and circling that i, after all, am not a human and ban me from the website.
It's unlikely. It's completely stupid. And it's probably definitely not how this stuff works,
but,
i can't deny that the only thing worse than ao3 being down is ao3 being down for ME.
and that's enough for it to be a paralysing terrifying intrusive thought.
To like a character means to accurately understand their flaws. Modern au Nie Huaisang would use chat gpt to write his essays for him, and I don't have to like that fact to know that it's true.
He was still holding Shen Qingqiu’s body, which was rapidly cooling down. It seemed like he wanted to call for him loudly and forcefully shake him awake, yet he didn’t dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said slowly,
“Shizun? Why aren’t you drawing more SV art as an SV main???”
seen so many posts that are like “I was so confused when I saw all this posting about some non-existent movie “Goncharov” like it was real” I wasn’t. this happens 5 times a week. my dash is routinely filled to the brim with passionate analysis of absurd-sounding movies and tv shows I have never heard of. I never for a second doubted the existence of a russian mafia movie set in italy with massive numbers of bizarrely named characters and no cohesive understanding of the movie’s themes or plot until I saw a post saying to tag it as unreality. this is tumblr. this happens daily. not one thought crossed my mind except “ha, looks like a few of my mutuals have a new hyperfixation.” this is what tumblr has done to me. you could tell me there’s a new tv show about dolphins with french accents living as royalty in victorian england while secretly starting a cult to renew the worship of the greek gods and the shipping discourse is intense and I would simply think “sounds legit” and keep scrolling
ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked
narrator who's terrible at social cues & describes every facial expression as "unreadable"
The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think
at the moment when you try to read but realise there's no fandom you wish to read for,
when you close your eyes but remember no character you'd rather think of
when you click on a favourite song, but there's nothing you'd want to dream of
when you pick up the brush but no face makes you want to ruin the paper
when you start to type but no thought seems worth a mention
moments like these,
the world feels a touch dimmer.
why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.
Hua Cheng:I have a beloved.
Xie Lian: Oh. Wonderful!
Xie lian: >:(
…
Xie Lian: I have a most trusted person.
Hua Cheng: Oh. Great!
Hua Cheng: >:(
…
Yin Yu: they’re both idiots.
A tip for excellent writing I just learned: Don't introduce a character with their Dramatic Backstory. It makes readers go "oh alright this is the Dramatic Background Story Character" and establishes a baseline of Tragic, either for the story as a whole or this character in particular. With no contrast of light and dark, pure darkness isn't impactful, it just looks like the absence of anything to look at.
If you really want someone's dramatic backstory to hit the audience like a gut punch, let them get to know the character first. That way the dark backstory doesn't come off as a description of who they are, but an explanation to why they are the way they are. Bonus points for connecting it to something that's already been established as a part of the character - what a devastating blow to suddenly put together that hold on, that funny quirky thing that they always do is a fucking trauma response.
