Daydreams walking with their countless legs
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I think the coolest place to place encoded messages is publicly accessible spaces. They don't even have to mean anything. They could just be oddities or they could be the start of a whole ass rabbit hole, and it's just there, sitting right in front of you.
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Kinda weird that there are words on your screen right now. Like, I did that. I put words on your screen from all the way over here. Yeah, I'm just that powerful. You should honestly be shivering in your boots
Causing havoc in my dream dimension to train for when I cause havoc in the reality dimension
So far I've managed to whimper and shiver with fear. This is huge progress
being a symbolism enjoyer should humble you because at the end of the day no matter how eloquently you articulate it youre essentially saying "i love it when things have meaning"
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Hmm.
No words today, no thanks
Hmm.
No words today, no thanks
Why don't tumblr users have more blood. When I go around trying to drink people I just. Keep getting distinctly non-blood substances? So far I've gotten foam, beetles, gasoline, The Beatles (which they did have blood but wtf??), Mountain Dew Kickstart, anxiety, depression, anxiety AND depression, spam emails, spam (the meat variety), and certain other things that I don't wish to speak or think about ever again. So can y'all like. Put your blood type in your bio or the tags or something? It's starting to really piss me off
So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high schoolβ¦ let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didnβt take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.
Okay, so, freshman year, Iβm deep in my βeverything sucks and Iβm stuck with these assholesβ mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, letβs call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didnβt get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.
One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.
All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the olβ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.
So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.
And Mr. Hargrove loved it.
It wasnβt just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.
Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, βSome pipsqueak.β
And thatβs when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.
Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.
One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargroveβs complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix βizeβ to a verb.
That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added βizeβ to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.
And, people⦠The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.
And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying βfuck youβ to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)
So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.
Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.
bit mad innit. This whole thing
writing badly and cringily is actually an essential part of the writing process, both in terms of individual projects and in gaining voice and confidence as a writer in the long term. there is no way around the cringe. there's no way around the work.
I've been waiting for a month to post this!
Everybody look at my pencil holder!!!
Happy stabby day!
Tumblr users each Ides of March:
Bad Samaritan: The villain who acts kind and uses good deeds to lure the heroes into a false sense of security, before turning the tables on them for their master plan.
Black Shirt: Someone who secretly wishes for the enemy to win so they can side with them.
Broken Pedestal: Someone finds out that the person they idolized wasn't quite as heroic and noble as they thought they were.
Dead Person Impersonation: A character impersonates a beloved dead member of another group.
Defecting for Love: A character switches sides due to falling in love with someone of the other camp.
Personal Horror: The one thing worse than being betrayed by others is betraying yourself and your sense of who you are.
Prisoner's Dilemma: Do you cooperate, stay silent and hope your partner doesn't betray you, or do you rat them out and hope they don't do the same to you?
Turncoat: A character that switches sides in order to help out the other side.
Unwitting Pawn: Someone is being manipulated all along and doesn't know it.
Wounded Gazelle Gambit: Manipulating people by pretending that someone hurt you.
These tropes include how characters betray each other's trust
Usually a Plot Twist of some kind (except when it isn't).
Contrast with Trusting and Loyalty tropes.
Victims of betrayal are often motivated to seek retribution against the traitor through revenge.
Source β More: References β Writing Resources PDFs
Tumblr isn't giving us back the boops for ides of march so I will do it myself.
I just put these together real quick feel free to use them.
I love that nearly the entire user base of tumblr is going to stab 1 man. Guys thereβs nothing left πππ
Senator Ghost back for more. I donβt know how to celebrate this one. Iβll stab a Caesar salad later if that counts
Happy pi day everyone! Be sure to balance it out with a well-chopped Caesar salad tomorrow π
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Happy Ides of March everybody, did you know the place where we believe Caesar was stabbed is now a Cat Sanctuary
Opening Tumblr on March 15th
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