*gripping sink clenching teeth* one percent is better than zero percent. one percent is better than zero percent. one percent is better than zero percent. one percent is better than zero percent.
only washing your face in the shower, just to get anything clean, is better than not showering at all. doing one push up just to get your body moving is better than doing zero push ups. putting a single floret of broccoli in your pasta just to get any amount of veggies in you is better than zero broccoli. only getting out of bed to feed your cat is better than not feeding your cat. writing down what you want to do today, and then not doing it, is still better than never doing anything at all.
I love explicit fanfic. I love smutty shipping. I love horny one shots. I love filthy erotic nasty longfics.
I love character or plot driven fic that uses sex as a tool for characterization, conflict and catharsis, and I love fic that exists solely to be hot and sexy.
First time smut writer: Um. Hope this is OK? Itās only a bit of smut at the very end of the epilogue and you can skip it, itās ok. So sorry, um. Oh dear me. Please donāt judge me. Nobody read this omg what have I done š³
Seasoned smut writer: *ringing bell* Come get uR PORNOGRAPHY! 10k pwp, itās KINKY AS HECK so share it with all your friends!!! If youāve got any suggestions for my Kinktober just drop it in the comments, I will write whatever wet, messy & DOWNRIGHT FILTHY fic about these two idiots š
First time smut reader: Iād better read this as a guest so itās not in my history. Iām never telling anyone about this. Oh my god, how do people dare to comment, I could never.
Seasoned smut reader:
what you must understand is that i have five incredible fan fictions in the works. and you might never see any of them
things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I don’t even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
these are all *chef’s kiss* and I want to add one more:
4) left a comment a while ago, comes back and leaves another comment on the same fic, telling you that they’re coming back to reread the fic: angels. blessings. lifesavers.
While waiting for the set to be arrangedā¦
Aof: Whatās First doing?
First: Iām recharging with Khaotung.
Khaotung: Meow š±
CatForCash Q6
PS: The word ārechargingā here comes from the idea of ācat sniffingā that irresistible urge to hug, sniff, or nuzzle a cat to feel comfort and satisfaction, almost like an addiction. In this case, the ācatā is replaced with Khaotung, so it means something like ārechargingā or ātopping up his energy.ā
Source of translation/explanation from @/nellyangyang twitter
do you ever start writing a comment on the internet and then think “oh what the fuck am i going on about” and delete it
I also enjoy writing an entire paragraph, thinking “you know, I don’t actually need to be involved in this conversation,” and deleting it
Fucking locked in and got my fic updated after this š
worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
sorry i said something dickish. a few mildly frustrating things happened to me in succession and it turned me evil
one of the most challenging skills i’ve had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i’m proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off
congratulations to the only post i’ve ever had breach 100k notes without any real discourse or fighting, just a lot of people wearily going, oh, god, same
ācharacters in fic are too good at identifying scentsā is officially an āhis eyes did not literally darkenā level of complaint to me now like itās about the drama itās about the romance itās about atmosphere itās about taking you to a heightened version of reality!!! please suspend your disbelief at least enough for vibes-based sensory descriptions it will be So Worth It i promise
Tags stolen from prev (sydmarch) but like taking literally TWO seconds of thought and a kindergarteners knowledge of how scent works would have made that line make sense!!! Our olifactory memory is so good that yes, someone who has been in a midnight forest might actually recognize the scent of a midnight forest. When we smell things, the memory of when it was last smelt comes before the recollection of the scent! You might smell a room and think āthis smells like a middle school slumber partyā before you think āthis smells like the exact lotion my best friend used growing up and someone made popcorn recently.ā
So like, yes, someone can smell wet pine needles and moss because dew forms at the coldest point in the night, plus all the nearby flowers are closed so thereās less of a floral scent, and the smells of plants baking in the sun are absent. But no one fucking thinks that, they think āI experience this smell in a midnight forest.ā
But tbh that shouldnāt even matter, the purpose of the sentence is to a) build the mood b) let you know the mindset the narrator is entering the situation in and c) establish the narrator is someone so familiar with forests at midnight they can recognize it by scent
Most infuriating part of writing is having an idea and thinking oh, this is gonna be so good and wanting to IMMEDIATELY share the vision with other people because it’s gonna be good but then you start writing it down and - it is gonna be good. Except. It is also gonna take so, so, so long to finish. And in the meantime. You are the only one with The Vision. Alone. Losing your mind. 😭