The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation

One of my writing teachers in community college told me that the first step of writing fiction was to run a character up a tree, and the second step was to throw rocks at him. Words to live by

Mercedes Lackey has been quoted as saying that she wrote the Vanyel books (and other main characters) like this: "Drop a mountain on them. Recover them, make them happy again. Then drop another mountain on them."

My introduction to Tolkien was my fifth-grade teacher reading us The Hobbit, back when reading in class was encouraged.

i know shane is a bottom and ilya is a top and they both prefer it that way, but shane is also a man of taste and i think we as a fandom are drastically under-using ilya's fantastic ass in fic. theres no way in hell shane wouldn't be grabbing that thing whenever possible. i'm pretty sure he's looking at ilya's ass in the shower scene when he gets hard. shane's grabbing that thing when they make out, he's slipping his hand into ilya's back pocket, he's smacking his ass in the kitchen. he's not smacking his ass in the cens locker room because he's still shane but he's thinking Very Hard about it. he eats it at least once a week. like if your partner had that ass would you be able to resist? shane is only human. #letshanegrabsomeass

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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence