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Baby’s first oil change!

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Chat, why do I have an hour left at work and, not exaggerating, zero work?! I work at Walmart?!?
I had to stop drinking Red Bull at work because it was making me sleepy 😭😭
anyone else got problems
no you’re the only one
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what makes communities feel human
I've been thinking a lot about the idea that nobody owes anyone anything in fandom.
The thought actually came to me late last night, while I was once again revising a chapter of my fanfiction.
I was correcting details, checking continuity, rewriting passages that probably worked well enough already, and asking myself whether I was putting far too much effort into something that's "just" a fanfiction.
After all, nobody is grading it. My livelihood doesn't depend on it. There is no exam at the end.
And yet I kept working on it.
Not because anyone was making me do it, but because someone, somewhere, might spend part of their day reading it. And that deserves care.
Nobody owes us comments. Or kudos. Or bookmarks. Or shares. Or even their time.
When we write fanfiction, we do it knowing there's no reward waiting at the end. No paycheck, no guarantee of an audience, no promise that anyone will care. We do it because we want to tell a story.
That doesn't mean we shouldn't do our best. Free doesn't have to mean careless.
At the same time, a comment can make a writer's entire week. A kudos can brighten someone's day. Seeing a familiar name return chapter after chapter can be incredibly motivating.
And readers get something too. They get to follow a story as it grows, watch characters evolve, and sometimes even have conversations with the person creating it.
Nobody owes anyone anything.
But relationships are built on reciprocity.
Not obligation. Reciprocity.
The communities I've loved the most weren't the ones where people demanded attention from each other. They were the ones where people freely chose to show appreciation. A writer taking the time to answer comments. A reader leaving thoughtful feedback. Someone recommending a story they enjoyed. Someone saying thank you.
None of it is required.
All of it matters.
So when you come across people who put genuine care into what they create, who try to finish the stories they start, who engage with their readers, or when you find readers who keep showing up, commenting, sharing, and encouraging others, let them know they're appreciated.
Not because they owe it to you.
Because that's what makes communities feel human.
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Does anyone else just completely blank out after finishing a writing piece?
For me, it doesn't even matter what type of literature it is. It could be an essay that I poured large amounts of energy into, or a fanfic that I spent hours arranging. As soon as I finish it, I forget everything I have written about it.
I honestly wonder if it a blessing in disguise, sometimes, because when I go back to reread my writing after some time, I am bamboozled. I quite literally do not understand how I am able to write the way I am able to write. Is this an actual thing researched by scientists or am I the peculiar individual?
post like nobody's watching, reblog like you've never been blocked; dm like no one is offline, and rpf like they actually fucked
I was looking for a job and then I found a job and heaven knows I’m miserable now 😞
My sister is watching Off Campus, which is, as far as I’ve seen, a straight, cliché hockey player and tutor romance. So I walked up to her, shook my head at her, and then called her homophobic for not watching Heated Rivalry instead, especially because it’s the first day of Pride Month 🙂↔️🙂↔️

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so grace is probably alarming to most eridians at first because he's a lanky wet alien with too few limbs, yes--but what if he ends up being terrifying in a sort of divine way instead of a repulsive one?
like. a creature that perceives the intangible? a creature that walks with thin permeable membranes bared to the air, whose blood contains elixir that can destroy pathogens without heat? a creature that is impossibly fragile yet resilient? a creature that breathes potently flammable gas to survive? a creature that is loud all over and speaks in a strange and frightening monotone, who thought it would die for you? who gave up its home in the heavens for you without meeting you first, whose first words to your people were probably something along the lines of We saved your star. It's gonna be okay. Don't be afraid.
I spend a lot of my time noticing.