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Oh, William… we’re really in it now—

If I don’t live to see tomorrow, it’s because my dnd players know where I sleep

I will never turn down the opportunity to hear about someone’s OC or WIP. I love hearing people talk about stuff they made and are passionate about. It makes me so genuinely happy.

It doesn’t matter if we’re strangers or best friends. It doesn’t matter if you’re on the verge of publishing or it will never see the light of day. It doesn’t matter if the lore is deep and developed or if you literally just came up with some dude two minutes ago. Tell me the things! I love the things!

I am going to try and put this in as few words as possible, because my roommate and I spent an hour talking about this today; but there is truly nothing more incredible to me than human creativity.

Like, you’re telling me someone made this? You’re telling me this art came from someone’s own hand? You’re telling me this story came from someone’s mind? You’re telling me that someone as flawed and mortal and lost as me made this?

There is a beauty in math and in science, I am not here to argue that. But mathematics existed long before us. Science will exist long after us. And while the knowledge we have is a wonder, it is not ours. We did not make one and one equal two, we only learned and accepted that it did.

But our art is not universal. Our music was born through us. Our writing will die with us. And there is so much more beauty in knowing that we have made something. People have language and culture and poetry not because it was fact, but by our own whim and design.

This is something AI can never fulfill. An algorithm cannot create, it can only compile. A computer generated image has no link to us, to human emotion. To human flaw and struggle and passion.

Art is beautiful, and creation is the most powerful thing a person can do. Your stories, your art, hell, your fanfic and original characters, they exist not because of universal laws of math and physics, but because of your mind and skill; and if that isn’t the most amazing thing in the world, then what is?

Misophonia is weird cause it’s like, “Hey, you across the room, can you chew on your Cheetos quieter? The sound feels like violently jabbing a pencil into my ear and I kinda wanna jump through the second story window beside me.” But it’s not like I can just ask the dude in the cinema sitting next to me to not eat his popcorn because I can feel it in my toenails.

Riz Gukgak is hitting way too close to the aromanticism right now—

Fandom will fight to the death to make sure gay and lesbian characters aren’t in hetero ships, which is wonderful and absolutely what should happen, don’t get me wrong, but then an aro character pops up and suddenly it’s “they could be gray/demi/queerplatonic to fit the amatonormative narrative” and suddenly all that defensive, validating energy is gone. Where did it go?

Spent the day thinking it was Wednesday and I’d get a new fhjy episode only to be more disappointed than I have ever been in my entire life—

“Her pronouns are they/them” allies are a whole other fuckin breed

The season is over…

Now only fanfiction will satiate my hunger…

I work at a STEM camp, and, first day, had this super shy girl in my group that was sitting alone. At the end of that first day, she noticed my dnd pin and instantly came out of her shell.

She hadn’t ever played actual DnD, cause she doesn’t have a set of dice, so her and her friend made their own game of D6s called “Stairwells and Serpents” (I’m still not over how cute and clever that is) that’s actually SUPER fleshed out. She has a little handwritten rule binder, and they have their own stats (IQ, strength, speed, etc.), classes (healer, warrior, thief, etc.), all with their own rules and characteristics. There’s fight mechanics, you get loot based on rolls. She showed me her character, told me the stories, but no one has ever played it except her and her friend.

Looked over today during lunch to see her surrounded by her own little circle of middle schoolers and dice and loose leaf paper as she laid out a scene for them. I would be a massive liar if I said I didn’t want to tear up at all.

PSA to my trans homies:

Do not watch I Saw the TV Glow on the train unless you are prepared to cry in front of strangers

(Definitely do watch it… just not in public…)

Me, who often stutters over “w-” words, cloaked in darkness over a menacing balcony upon my greatest enemy’s arrival to my evil lair: well-well-well…

“If you love ____ so much, why don’t you marry it?” I’m fucking trying okay??? I’m aromantic and autistic, if I could legally proclaim my utter devotion to my special interest, I would. Don’t test me.