Oh, so when a billionaire undergoes experimental processes to remain forever youthful in humanity’s closest attempt to immortality, he gets articles and interviews, but when I, William Afton—
Man this fucking sucks. The real life Peter Griffin is on ozempic, and he doesn’t look anything like him anymore. On top of that crap, a milky cloud of white has been eating away at my vision for months
Me, culturally Protestant, walking into a Catholic church filled balls to the walls with paintings sculptures candles and god knows what else: why’s there so much stuff
Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom
Me, vampire, walking into any denominational holy place: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me, a janitor, sweeping up the vampires ashes: where the fUCk did all this dirt come from
Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone’s lying about themselves they’re trying to look better but sometimes they’re trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.
Your value is not determined by your grades, because you can’t rank something as complex and psychologically intricate as a human being’s knowledge on a scale of one to one-hundred
Your value is not determined by your weight, because you would be the exact same person you are right now if you never had a body to begin with
Your value is not determined by other people, because life is a woven carpet of stories and people need to seek out villains in their stories to live their human nature
Your value is not determined by your moral purity, because there is no such thing
Your value is not determined by your discipline, because real discipline lies in acceptance of who you are
Your value is not determined by your income, because capitalism is a mess of a system and favours material qualities and appearance over whether you’re a felon
“oh the sleepy meepy” has permanently entered my vocabulary. too tired to continue conversation? just say “oh the sleepy meepy” and collapse. No explanation needed
I miss working at the sex store people would really walk up to me and say shit like “I need help making my wife cum” and I’d be like yeah. I know just the thing brother
It’s better to get a few hours/minutes of sleep than none. It’s better to rinse out your mouth or only brush for a bit than to skip dental care. It’s better to grab a snack than it is to forget to eat. It’s better to do one nice thing for yourself than nothing at all.
This post is your reminder that you are not obligated to blog about current events.
Things are bad. Really bad. Do not let people guilt trip you into tormenting yourself even further over the fact that things are bad. Doomscrolling is not activism.
If you’re just on tumblr to blorbopost or reblog pretty pictures, you are not harming people by inaction.
You are not a bad person for not dedicating every aspect of your life and leisure space to whatever disgusting mask-off attack on human life and dignity some government has decided to enact.
Take action where you can, but don’t confuse doomscrolling and digital self harm for action.
If you need to lose yourself in blorboposting, go for it.
If you need to log off for the day, whether it’s to take irl action or to protect what little sanity any of us have left over the past 7 years, then by all means, do.
Morale is important. Hope is important. Small joys keep us from burning out completely in times like this. Do not let any “if you don’t reblog this I’m judging you” guilt trip convince you otherwise.
I think the best part of Murderbot is its staunch belief that it’s average at its job, and it only does better because it doesn’t have a working governor module
It’s always like, I’m just a SecUnit, the only reason I’m better is because humans somehow have worse judgement than me in my very narrow field of expertise, and I have the ability to process multiple things at once, and I don’t die when I get my shit wrecked. None of these are advantages over other bots, so I’m actually just average as far as skills go.
Meanwhile, Murderbot’s track record is something like ‘regularly takes out other SecUnits, regularly hacks fairly complicated systems, takes out multiple hostiles while saving and protecting clients/hostages, beat two Combat Bots in succession, and went toe to toe with a Combat SecBot while taking out two other SecUnits, rounding it off with inhabiting spaceships and crushing the incredibly difficult and malicious killware infecting them.’
That’s not even counting the guts, skill, and determination it takes to hack your own hardware/code which is fully capable of frying your brain in the first place
Something I love is that a large chunk of Murderbot’s success is just - it literally asks for help?
There’s a line in Exit Strategy, “Bots are instructed to report and repel theft attempts, but no one ever tells them not to answer polite requests from other bots.”
Murderbot makes use of this a lot. It talks to other bots, like ART and Miki. It offers equal trades of assistance, like with the Combat SecUnit in Exit Strategy, SecUnit 3 in Network Effect, and the ComfortUnit in Rogue Protocol.
In Exit Strategy, it reached out to the human supervisors to get Dr. Mensah an opening to get onto the shuttle. Even at the very beginning, in All Systems Red, it warns the team about the external combat over-ride.
Murderbot makes itself out to be a natural loner, but ‘ask for help’ has literally been one of it’s go-to strategies since book 1. And I think that’s beautiful.
#murderbot would be very upset to know that its superpower is friendship (tags via hoarder-of-stories-27)
I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.
I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.
Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.
Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.
Are there any other particularly egregious examples?
This book already exists, sort of! Or at least, it’s a biology textbook but I bought it for writing purposes:
It starts with a chapter about freezing to death, and it is without a doubt the scariest thing I’ve read in years (and I read a lot of horror fiction).
This book can be downloaded for free on Researchgate, posted there by the author himself:
im so tired of being nice. if you aren’t normal about disability in fiction and especially fantasy genre fiction im actually going to come to your house and kill you
“it wouldn’t make sense for this modern accommodation to exist in a fantasy setting so-” it’s fantasy just make something up
“any disabilities would be cured very easily with magic so there’s no reason why-” first of all if that’s true your magic system is dogshit and second of all it’s fantasy just make something up
“i don’t want to include disabled people in this universe because-” go fuck yourself???
the magic one is especially dogshit to me because it shows a fundamental lack of forethought and care about what you’re creating. everything has to have some amount of rules dipshit it came free with your fictional universe. if a broken spine or missing arm can be easily healed by a low-level spell then literally nobody will ever be in danger in this setting because it’s apparently not an issue to simply reattach their head if it falls off. this is even without tackling the eugenics implications of people in-universe being able to casually heal away what they consider defective. grow up make better bloody excuses write a character with zero limbs because they replaced all of them with sick spider prosthetics etc etc. be creative for once in your life im begging you
Have I reblogged this before? I’m reblogging it again anyway.
If you don’t know how to put limits on magic, you’re going to lose a lot of narrative tension, whether you’re using it to excuse a lack of disabled characters or not. Showing your reader that undeniably fatal injuries can be healed with magic and then letting characters die of other injuries for drama reasons, only tells the audience you don’t care about consistency.
Don’t get me started on the number of books where pregnancy health complications are somehow unfixable but a character getting their throat slashed or their guts spilled can be easily healed if someone else just puts a little panic into their healing magic.
And then by the same poor logic, you either get tokenized amputees who probably could have had their limbs reattached with the same magic that put some dude’s guts back in his body, or you get no disabled people at all because obviously the magic fixes everything. All of which is so deeply unsatisfying.
If you don’t know how to fix this because you struggle to come up with magic rules, here’s an easy one: just make the healing magic work within the limits of the body. Instead of instant magic fixes, it just enhances the body’s healing ability and trying to make it do more than that causes problems. There, now you have a free easy way to limit your magic system and avoid erasing disabled people in your setting.
A people who have an age-old tradition, that when warriors left home to go to war, their family that remains home prepare funeral goods for them while they wait, sewing them the clothes and preparing the tools and all that they will be buried with - to emotionally prepare them to the hard possibility that the one who left will not return home alive. If the warrior returns, their burial goods are all burned in a bonfire that is lit for the celebration of their return.
And to this modern day, mothers of the culture will tell their children “fine, but let me take your measures for burial clothes before you go” as a way of telling them that something they’re about to do is lethally stupid. Sharing stories about just how dramatic their mothers are, someone tells their group of friends that his mother once actually took out a measuring tape to start taking his measures when he said he’s leaving home for a work trip.
And another one goes “pfft, yeah. This one time I went to a rock concert and came back home to mom sitting on her sewing machine, fucking making me a funeral coat.”
A people who have an age-old tradition, that when warriors left home to go to war, their family that remains home prepare funeral goods for them while they wait, sewing them the clothes and preparing the tools and all that they will be buried with - to emotionally prepare them to the hard possibility that the one who left will not return home alive. If the warrior returns, their burial goods are all burned in a bonfire that is lit for the celebration of their return.
And to this modern day, mothers of the culture will tell their children “fine, but let me take your measures for burial clothes before you go” as a way of telling them that something they’re about to do is lethally stupid. Sharing stories about just how dramatic their mothers are, someone tells their group of friends that his mother once actually took out a measuring tape to start taking his measures when he said he’s leaving home for a work trip.
And another one goes “pfft, yeah. This one time I went to a rock concert and came back home to mom sitting on her sewing machine, fucking making me a funeral coat.”
Therapy speak is super annoying in characters and i think more authors should weaponize this by having a character use therapy speak to justify all their bad life choices including but not limited to bullying, arson, and war crimes to really drive home just how obnoxious it is
every time i hear you’re a mean one mr grinch and it gets to “you’re as charming as an eel” i get sad because actually i think eels are VERY charming thank you
usamericans do you realise that a stereotype we have about u is that you really really love ice. like the amount of ice you put in your drinks and all your ice machines are really silly to us. do your fridges genuinely produce ice????
I talk a lot and reblog a lot about transmasc’s “specific” issues (I mean, as I live them and know others who do too, it’s not only cookie cuttered transmasc issues, ykwim), but rest assured that I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, want us ALL to feel safe.
And I mean, ALL, each and every one of us. Yes it means trans men and trans women, transmascs, transfems, intersex people, enbies, detransitonners, retransitionners, desisters, people who don’t use the label trans but are transitioning in their own ways by their own terms, genderqueers everywhere.
There’s nothing that rubs me the wrong way quite as trans people who feel uncomfortable by other trans people’s presentation, relationship to their gender, ways of transitioning etc. And it fucking pains me when I see it, and unfortunately it seems that in these trying times, some of y'all love to do it even more. Because you’re scared. But we’re all in the same boat.
Stay compationate. Keep bonding with queers of all ages, backgrounds, etc. We need it.
got a text from my old boss that she got new kittens, which didn’t surprise me bc she’s infamous for having like 10+ cats at a time and is constantly taking in strays from neighboring farms. average thursday for her right. but then i go to actually open the image she sent and
got a text from my old boss that she got new kittens, which didn’t surprise me bc she’s infamous for having like 10+ cats at a time and is constantly taking in strays from neighboring farms. average thursday for her right. but then i go to actually open the image she sent and
got a text from my old boss that she got new kittens, which didn’t surprise me bc she’s infamous for having like 10+ cats at a time and is constantly taking in strays from neighboring farms. average thursday for her right. but then i go to actually open the image she sent and
*guy who hasn’t eaten lunch voice* been really into the idea of picking a direction and running as fast as I can in a straight line until I collapse and die
