Diane Duane

Baba Yaga Fury Road

...And here it comes again.

This thing is getting to be an Always Reblog...

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

Eurasian treecreeper/trädkrypare. Värmland, Sweden (January 4, 2020).

Dressing Gown

c. 1840

Litchfield Historical Society

If posting fic online has taught me anything, it’s that I have no idea how the reader will react to anything. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not the faintest clue.

Fics that I think I scribbled off just to get them out there get the kindest, most rapturous feedback. Fics I slaved over, agonized over, bled my soul into get a couple tepid replies. Fics I thought were me revealing the darkness and weird kink that lives in my brain, scared to even post it for fear of judgement, get, “Aaaw that’s so sweet!” replies. Baffling.

My conclusion? You just never know. You really just can’t know. When I did a workshop with 20 other writers I would try to guess what their critique of my story would be and I was right maybe 1 in 20 times. Only one other writer would have the same critique for my story that I had. And it wasn’t even always the same person.

The encouraging part about this is, if self recrimination, the fear that you know what people won’t like about your story, is holding you back, just say fuck it! You’re almost certainly wrong! All you can do is make it the best story you can for the energy you have. And yeah, sometimes that means scribbling it out in an evening and kicking it out to the void of the internet before you can change your mind or worry about editing it more than once because then you’ll never post it.

It’s all chaos, man. You don’t get to decide what the audience thinks. All you can do is create it and put it out there for them to decide.

Wild Boar with Piglets. Rosa Bonheur (1822-1899)

via

A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it

oh shit my laundry

reblog to save someone’s laundry

Simone Biles by Adrienne Raquel for Vanity Fair (February, 2024)

So sad for the owners and book lovers in the East Bay.

i’m just putting this out here bc i need more people to talk to. are there any active blogs within the tamora pierce fandom? i’ve been looking but haven’t found any that are currently active. i love these books so much and none of my friends have read them.

I've lost my earbuds.

I thought I'd accidentally put them through the wash this morning, but they're not in there. They're also not under my pillow or on my nightstand.

I'm going to end up cleaning the whole house, aren't I?

The dashboard aligned to be a petty bitch but also really funny

Lmao

DID YOU FIND THEM

No :(

I FOUND THEM!

Yay!

Clive Barker (1952-) - The Stichlings Howl

Lavender Hill Cemetery

In my first year university course there was a class I remember as being mandatory (at least for English majors) about fallacies and biases in writing. And this prof was all about reading the whole article before you formed your argument. That was his whole thing. You know measure twice cut once he was read twice respond once. He stressed this so much that on our final exam (which was two long form essay questions and a few short answer questions) that I decided to read the WHOLE exam booklet before I grabbed my pen.

Turns out that is what he wanted. The final page, the final question, informed the student that if they wrote 1. Their name, 2. Their student number 3. Their favourite fallacy, and wait for 30 minutes so they don't arouse suspicion, you will literally be given 100 percent for the exam WORTH 40 PERCENT OF YOUR GRADE.

I think about it to this day. The prof literally saw the "reading comprehension on this site is piss poor" and said I can fix them