Ladies, Gentlemen, Everyone In Between, May I Present…

I think you can tell a lot about how rigorous and committed someone's belief in a human right is by how quickly they are able to name people who they think could or should have that right taken away.

Rage. In my heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.

Ncuti rly just rocked up trouserless, played a high-stakes game of catch, told his younger self to get some fucking therapy, cloned the Tardis (HELLO?), and left to go clubbing. Iconic behaviour. No notes.

the 7 deadly sins of being a writer

self-doubt

procrastination

sleep deprivation

jealousy

wailing (despair)

notebook lust

horrifying comma use

Hey, here is some new frustrating discourse.

I'm going to clear this up super duper quick.

And then we can move on and discuss more important things.

Okay?

Here goes...

Nicolas Cage is an incredible actor who is very bad with money so he has to act in terrible movies because otherwise they will repossess his dinosaur skull collection.

But even when he is in terrible movies with terrible writing he refuses to phone in his performances. And sometimes when you are acting your ass off while saying some of the dumbest dialogue ever conceived it can give the appearance the acting is the issue rather than the writing and story.

Hayden Christensen knows that feeling all too well.

So next time you see Nic Cage in a B movie acting a fool, just know he probably bought some new shrunken heads and forgot to pay the mortgage on his volcano island.

So, my whole life I thought my favorite color was purple. “What’s your favorite color?” “Purple.” Always. That was my answer. And it wasn’t a lie. I truly believed my favorite color was purple.

And then my sophomore year of high school, someone I had just met in art class asked me if my favorite color was green. I have her a weird look and responded, “no, purple.” She shook her head “nope, you literally wear something green every day. Your favorite color is definitely green.” And I laughed it off. We’ve been friends ever since, and she hasn’t let it go. “Where’s the green?” “There’s the green!” And I never thought twice about it.

But lately I’ve started noticing that my closet is full of green clothes. And while I do find the color purple very beautiful, I actually prefer green. And I find the color green just, very attractive. And I realized that green is my fucking favorite color.

This makes it sound like green being my favorite color was forced upon me, but honestly it was nothing like that. Green has always been my favorite color, I was just not able to see it and accept it.

And I’ve also recently realized that when I write this short story, you could replace a few choice words and this would be the explanation of how I realized I was gay.

considering rewriting a oc fic to be Wilbur centric cause I hate how he’s being written out of existing fics (it’s the authors choice ofc I just feel sad about it) and I don’t want his character, or him in general, to be shunned from fanfics. I mean Dream even tho he proved it wrong, was accused of much worse then Wil ever was, but everyone still kept him in.

NO LITERALLY THIS LITERALLY THIS

Dream was accused of SO MUCH worse and no one batted an eye.

I'm like 90% sure it's been made a bigger deal online due to Shelby being a streamer.

But it's insane how everyone cuts cWilbur out of their fics and then will still use cDream. Like they'll evem say they don't support dteam but still use them but not Wilbur??

Literally like half of the DSMP cast has been accused of something or another at some point. And Wilburs the one you want to write out??? Like??? Make it make sense.

Edwin being jealous of Crystal but not admitting/recognizing his feelings for Charles 🙃

Not what I expected coming from John Green