Thoughts and other Drugs

to me, correctly using 5+ commas in a single sentence is like perfectly executing a combo in a fighting game. to me.

if you think a sentence needs 5+ commas it should be two sentences

it’s not about what the sentence needs, i’m afraid, nor is it about economy, clarity, or style. it’s about winning, little-theatre-fairy.

clark kent ticking the organ donor box on his drivers license automatically out of the goodness of his heart and then panicking because what if he actually dies somehow and some human gets a super heart what would even HAPPEN like he can't have his kryptonian retinas with laser vision donated to a random eight year old and so he has to awkwardly go back to the DMV to get it changed to not an organ donor but he's so embarrassed the whole time because the DMV employees will think he's a bad person that by the time he's done he has to go cry in the car

plot twist he's so clearly distressed and sad about doing this that the dmv folks just quietly assume he must have received some kind of awful medical diagnosis that makes him ineligible to donate and the first clerk that helped him immediately takes a smoke break and sees him crying in the car and that's how Clark gets at least 3 rock solid anonymous sources at the dmv and a free off-brand coke from the break room fridge.

If you ever see me reblog AI, PLEASE tell me. It's not on purpose, I was probably just blogging too high/sleepy/etc. I feel like we should normalize this policy on Tumblr at least.

Additionally please show me what you saw that tipped you off so i can learn too!

yes that's a genius addition!!

the tone makes this sound like they have a recurring problem with people trying to join after a bad breakup and are just sick of this shit

'People who are getting away from a bad breakup' was a major source of recruits for the French Foreign Legion.

I have worked a lot of remote jobs and you have no idea how common it is for someone who just had or got out of a bad interpersonal relationship to decide that they need to find themselves out in the woods and work on their issues, so then they go and get a job that requires close contact with limited group of people and no one else for months on end. And then when they make their bad decisions, (the rebound boyfriend, the one night stand, the long drawn out cry sesh with a bottle of booze in the middle of the night on a work day) they're still stuck with the same 6 people on a mountaintop for another 7 weeks who are all forced into front row seats to bear witness to the ongoing character development until the guy who is nominally in charge has to make a rule about no fucking in the cook tent, because its the only structure big enough for us all to get out of the rain and while we're all glad that Sarah is taking charge of her own life after her boyfriend cheated on her by fucking literally the only eligible man for 200 miles in every direction, the rest of us would like a hot meal.

all texts are risky texts if you have sufficient fear in your heart

Reminder that continuing to mention a character’s injuries and how they impact their mobility, pain, thoughts, etc. moving forward is one of the coolest things you can do as a writer.

saturdays last for about 7 hours and sundays last for about 3 and a half. use this time wisely before you’re swept back into the consecutive weekdays that are all 37 hours each