slowly learning that life is okay

Being a never-quite-recovered mid 2010s marvel fan gives you many lasting quirks but the number one for me is definitely that every single time someone mentions Tahiti a sleeper agent activates in my brain and causes me to say “it’s a magical place”

sometimes instead of “why can’t they just be friends” i think it should be “why can’t they also be friends” because sometimes shipping feels much too much like forcing two pretty characters to kiss and be intimate without actually being interested in the dynamic the two people have. what about hanging out together. what about why they like being in each others company. what do they argue about. how do they patch things up. what do they laugh about.

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

someone brought a cake analysis robot to feed the cake into to determine the exact ingredients and supposedly it can spit out the exact same cake. and if you're like dude. what. then they're like well if it bothers you you should have made more cake. i'm hungry and i deserve cake. and you're like dude we're at a party.

Three months later you find out that fifty people locked themselves in a room to discuss how much they loved your cake and how they wished you made more. None of them ever told you.

so for the love of god. please tell people you liked their cake and don’t feel embarrassed about it. because then they will make more cake.

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Why don't they make stained glass fish tanks? Give those fish Catholic guilt

fascinated by the implication that it's the stained glass that gives catholics the guilt

head trauma in books drives me so insane. in the one I’m reading now, the author knocks her character unconscious every time she wants to change the scene. like to get the ‘dramatic fade to black’ thing. but it’s happened AT LEAST four times, probably more, all in the same week. this person’s brain is scrambled. you can’t keep doing this. just describe them walking calmly and entering the next scene, you don’t need the fade to black. there have been ZERO CONSEQUENCES to the MULTIPLE CONCUSSIONS. this character is bleeding on the brain. they’re fucked. it doesn’t matter what else happens in this book, it’s already over for them.

Increasingly unreliable narrator