Listen, being a fanfic writer is the weirdest thing. You write alone, building a world in your brain, seeming like a normal crazy person in this large world. But then you post the story and it’s like a revelation. The gates of heaven and hell open simultaneously and you’re left in a dilemma because you are the focus of a thousand eyes and you are the focus of a thousand eyes. You might not even be using your given name and might be the most ignored person in the ‘outside world’ but in the space of your laptop screen and that story, you become some sort of a fairy godmother who grants the deepest wishes of people craving more stories.
Then you come onto Tumblr or some other site where fandoms hound, where you meet other people. Some of them turn out to be writers who have made you weep into your sodden pillow at 3 a.m. because of a 11 chapter fic. You feel like a termite in comparison to them and stare intensely at their blogs every day, creating wondrous imaginations about how they might be. There are pedestals for gods and then there are thrones for these mere mortals who are immortal in your opinion. You have hated the kudos button for restricting your love for them. You don’t dare to look them in the eye or chat with them.
And then one day they reblog one of your posts or like it or do something equally simple. You hear angels cry and have endless internal screaming chants, with a few tears trickling down your cheeks. You think you have achieved nirvana. Is there anything more to do in this worthless hellsite life, you wonder. What more could you ask for?
So you try to act mature and think you have made a fool of yourself.
Turns out, they’re equally pathetic as you and have been gushing over your work as well.
You learn quickly that you’re all on the same boat and that moment, that moment of realization is when you understand why words are magic and writers are ridiculously human.
Fanfic writers are the most attention seeking, tired, annoyed, dorky people and anyone who thinks that they are people you need to admire from a distance needs to try having a chat once. You’ll find the resemblance of lost puppies or old cats.
This is just so beautiful.
A billion times this! I still get nervous chatting with writers/artists sometimes = w=
Tag: LOL
“did you bring protection?”
“don’t worry babe”
*pours salt in a circle around bed*
Captain Raymond Holt’s portrayal of a straight man is Emmy worthy
If you don’t mind, Alex. I have one…😅😂
#inktober #inktober2017
I just drove my uncle and myself to the hardware store, and he said to me “Molly, I want you to know that being Catholic doesn’t change anything. If you someday get married, your wife will be welcome in this family. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
That is really nice, but I am not gay???
I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. SPOILER ALERT 2012 ME; YOU’RE SUPER FRICKING GAY.
i wonder if my pets have like a proper language and when i try to speak back to them im just speaking jargon
like for example my cat always speaks to me when I come home and i meow back to her and she’ll meow again & even though i don’t think twice about it to her it’s probably a situation where it’s like
her, meowing: “im glad you’re home”
me, meowing back: “tax benefits”
her, meowing: “why do u always do this”
me
cats actually have a human-specific language. cats don’t often meow at each other and seem to use subvocal communications that humans can’t hear to chat cat-to-cat. however, cats seem to use what humans would call “shout-until-you’re-understood” to speak to humans. so basically, it’s more like:
“I’M GLAD YOU’RE HOME!”
“tax benefits”
“NO, I’M GLAD YOU ARE HOME”
“waffle iron”
“IT’S OKAY. I LOVE YOU TOO, MY DUMB HUMAN”
The domestic house cat’s wild ancestors have a much harsher voice, too. The going theory is that early cats mimicked human infants which tripped humans’ nurturing instincts, and then selective breeding did the rest.
We make a big deal over how dogs have developed the ability to understand human expressions and tones (and let’s be fair, that is in fact awesome), but cats are possibly the only species that has changed their vocal language to try to communicate with us.
what I love about this post (apart from cats because cats are ADORABLE) is the assumption that cats have words for tax benefits.
“I’M LENA LUTHOR AND I’M HERE TO TELL U ABOUT GAY SPACE ROCKS”
Supergirl: *touches it* I LIKE GIRLS NOW
Lena: YAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS
Alex: Should we tell her that’s not what rainbow kryptonite does
Maggie: if this is what she needs to tell herself to finally fly out of the Phantom Closet let her
Kara: Ah jeez, guys… I’m just feeling like, SO GAY from that rainbow kryptonite. I just gotta kiss a girl right now, I don’t want to but I just have to, it’s making me, y’know? Please help me Lena, no homo?
Kara: Wow I can’t believe this rainbow kryptonite is making me want to kiss Lena
J’onn: That’s not how rainbow kryptonite works
Kara: Hahahahahaha it’s so messed up that this rainbow kryptonie is literally forcing me to make out with her now
J’onn: IT ISN’T DOING THAT THO
every time Lena speaks
melissabenoist: when capes are nonaerodynamic



