a split second decision

worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

My addendum method to every method on here involves “Find story I like, read everything the author wrote in any fandom I can stand.” 

When I was working at a Thai restaurant one summer I heard the guys in the kitchen talk/yelling (it’s a kitchen, so… loud) and I thought I heard my name so I stuck my head through the door and asked if they’d called me, and they all stopped and stared for a really long moment and then started laughing like crazy. Turns out my name sounds exactly like the Thai word for garbage.

Language barriers: a source of unlimited hilarity since the evolution of vocal cords.

My nickname in Japanese is almost exactly the word for "bike", so you can imagine my confusion when my classmates when I studied abroad had conversations about their daily commutes each morning.

that guy was most definitely a university student

How does she do it

The trick is to walk on tiptoes/put all the weight on the ball of your foot.

Then there’s the Craft Sequence, which is someone looking at bancruptcy law and going “I could build a story of magical economics out of this”

the Black Company series is built out of vietnam veteran cynicism and army cameraderie.

Scott Lynch’s Gentleman Bastards series is built out of Quentin Tarantino.

well damn, i know what i’m reading next.

Heralds of Valdemar grew out of the love young girls have for horsies

also he co-founded reddit but that’s less important than being married to serena williams

My sister hit David Suzuki with a shopping cart

While working a merch booth at a concert I once sold a shirt to Cameron Diaz with (at the time) Lindsay Lohan’s Girlfriend and remarked about Lohan being jealous to a friend. The next customer was Diaz’ agent.

My step-uncle-in-law (son of lady who married my grandfather after my dad’s mom passed) died of an overdose at Carrie Fisher’s house.

I sold an inflatable toupee to Sir Ian McKellan in Oakland. He was in a play with Patrick Stewart and was buying for him. I swear to the Lady his eyes fucking twinkled when he brought it to the counter.

My sister once knocked over Sandra Bullock’s kids in a bouncy house.

Macklemore used to sleep on my step uncle’s couch and they still talk occasionally

My mums an accountant to the guy that played ned stark,  ed sheeran almost stole my friends cat and the lead singer of U2 proposed to my aunt (who rejected him lol)

Back the fuck up Ed Sheeran did what

he thought their cat was a stray and was going to move house so he went “guess I’ll take this stray cat which definitely nobody owns to wherever the fuck im going” and they had to stop him from yoinking their fucking cat

Holy fucking shit

Sara Bareilles’ uncle judged my history fair project in 10th grade. My mom’s friends in high school were super close with Metallica. They used to go to parties at the band’s house all the time. My aunt went to high school with Green Day. My grandparents went to high school with Creedence Clearwater Revival.

My dad used to lift weights with Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Jon bellion went to my highschool, he still visits occasionally.

my mom knew magic johnson and they would go clubbing together and he was childhood friends with my ex’s mom’s brothers

I went to High School with Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s niece and every year she has Thanksgiving with Bill Nye and posts a Selfie with him on Facebook and it’s become a Thanksgiving Day Tradition; so last year when Bill couldn’t make it for some reason and she couldn’t post her annual selfie it was a slight uproar 

I met corbin bleu at church and invited him out to laser tag. Loser had to buy pizza. So thats the story of how Corbin Bleu bought my friends and I pizza.

my cousin was a flight attendant for the owners of H&M. Barnaby Joyce (the shitty politician) lived at the top of my street for a few months.

My sister’s friend is John Boyega’s mum

Bruce Springsteen shops at my local mall sometimes and I met him there. My dad accidentally stepped on Paul Newman’s foot in a store once.

One of my elementary school teachers was best friends with Jim Mayer, the bassist for Jimmy Buffett’s backing band. We knew him as Uncle Jim (which i found out later was also a stage name that he used to record kids’ songs). He had a song about using mouthwash that still gets stuck in my head sometimes

My third grade teacher grew up and was friends with the actor Michael Myers. She live right next to him when they were kids. Apparently he’s incredibly nice. No goddamn joke, her last name was Powers

my partner works at a domestic violence shelter that was founded by jesse eisenberg’s mother in law

Family friend’s brother went to school with Tom Hardy, a family member hung out with Winston Marshall, and I know something about someone who met Jake Gylllenhaal but not enough to say much more aha.

Sean Dowdell (Chester Bennington’s longtime friend and writer/drummer for two of the bands he was in and co-owner/creator of Club Tattoo) came to my shop and taught me and my family how to pierce.

One of my grandmother’s very good friends happened to be married to Bob Wills.  The King.  Every few months he’d come by their town and play the dance hall.

I bumped into Benedict Cumberbatch while he was filming the Avengers, spilled coffee all over him, and instead of saying “sorry,” blurted out that Doctor Strange was my favorite. He got really excited and told me no one ever says that.

I think it was my great-great grandfather that was a stage magician, and he worked with Harry Houdini. When Houdini would come over for dinner, he would apparently talk, and talk, and talk. The men on my father’s side of the family are known for being stoics giants, so my great-great grandfather would just let him go on. My great-great grandmother supposedly said that, “He really likes the sound of his own voice.”

My cousin is friends with Stephanie Meyer and ran into Bill Murray at an Apple cider shop. My mom once waited on Dolly Parton

I went to high school with Kelly Marie Tran. We didn't share any classes, but our friend circles overlapped a lot.

This may be the funniest thing I have ever read. There are actual tears coming out of my face.

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

i want you to stay for one day and one nigh with me and give me sp much love i dont have to cry of lonliness tonight, every night

no bUT THE LAST TIME I DID THIS SHIT I WISHED MEETING MY IDOL AND IT WAS RIGHT BEFORE I FCKING GOT THE FCKING EMAIL SAYING I WAS GOING TO MEET TAYLOR OH MY GOD

liKE THIS SHIT ACTUALLY WORKS PPL

Honestly the argument of comparing ao3 to real books with that content fails b/c those books aren't about children or marketed towards them. Like you had to be 18+ to see 50 Shades in theaters, elementary books don't have erotica, I doubt my 13 yr old sister could go to library and rent something nsfw. But sites like ao3 don't have age markers not to mention are about literally children. There's no similarities.

uhhh yeah they do, there’s a pretty obvious page that asks you if you’re over 18 to proceed. the only way you *don’t* see that is if you’ve already registered and said you were over 18.

that “proceed” page can literally just link you right to the fic. even without an account. no need to enter any info at all. people lie about their ages online bud

so? don’t enter an adult-only space and be surprised it’s for adults?

Dusty, this building with the giant neon VB sign out the front serves alcohol, how was I supposed to know that was gonna be the case?

Besides the ratings and the archive warnings, the tagging system (and, even more so, the culture about tagging) on AO3 makes it much easier to tell what sort of story and content you’re getting than you can get from any published book.

My 9th grade teacher recced The Clan of the Cave Bear to me. The school library had all three (at that time) books of the series. Tell me again how a library doesn’t have sexually explicit material? Multiple explicit rapes, consensual sexual acts of varying types… and all accessed by me at 14 through my school.