Hrm. Needs More Beasts

Contrary to popular belief the biggest beginner's roadblock to art isn't even technical skill it's frustration tolerance, especially in the age of social media. It hurts and the frustration is endless but you must build the frustration tolerance equivalent to a roach's capacity to survive a nuclear explosion. That's how you build on the technical skill. Throw that "won't even start because I'm afraid it won't be perfect" shit out the window. Just do it. Just start. Good luck.

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

A woman not shaving or wearing a dress or wearing makeup or wearing femme clothes or having styled or long hair or caring how she looks or using a masc name or whatever else is actually a neutral thing and not a sign of her being depressed or giving up or being sad or whatever

Can I be honest with yall I don't want to hear SHIT against cishets at pride this year

"But it's not FOR them!!!" The biggest military power in the world belongs to a christofascist nation overseen by a felon found guilty of 34 federal crimes and has greenlit a gestapo with more direct funding than the entire military of Canada for the purpose of ethnic cleansing. Let Hetero Jessica throw some biodegradable glitter at a municipal parade

At this point if anyone is trying to exclude anyone benignly pro-queer from a pro-queer space I'm just going to assume you're a fed or something idk like something something destabilize the movement from within or whatever

mm. really chill and normal thinking about what being a normal student must be like in sunnydale. something is wrong with your school, your town. too many kids go missing, buried in one of the too many graveyards, and then their bodies are gone as well. left as a name in the pages of obituaries. no one talks about it. the principal covers it up, or the mayor does, or the us government. and we all know. we're all too scared to say anything. if we pretend it doesn't exist it won't get us. you say to your parents, casual, over dinner, hey, what if we moved? they look at you, you realise with dawning horror, in genuine confusion. now why would we ever want to do that? sunnydale's such a nice little town. you want to scream; I'M GOING TO DIE HERE. it dies in your throat. you swallow it down with your food.

if you keep referring to engaging with art & fiction as "consuming media" im beating you to death with a rock

scarlet hollow is basically the trolley problem but more fucked up and every day is a different train, and you're the passenger, conductor, and stood outside prepared to flip a switch and you're also the person on the tracks-