Venn364 - Strange person with serious emotions about Star Wars

We stopped trying to buy cat beds because the cats just pull drying kitchen towels down and sit on those

Kneading mat made for kitty comfort? No. Stolen kitchen towel from the stove handle? Yes.

We just let them do it at this point. Stealing the towels must be a form of enrichment for them or something and it reminds us to wash our towels more frequently.

I bought Ollie a bed and he refused to use it so I commandeered it for a chair cushion. Only when it was throughly broken in dud he deign to nap upon it. I think its a combo of "smells like home" and "good location"

I love you, vintage gay Pikachu. You’ll find the boy for you, I promise.

I love you, vintage gay Pikachu. You’ll find the boy for you, I promise.

more characters with superpowers who look into the whole superhero thing and decide "hm no i do not want to participate in this actually"

to be clear i'm not saying they turn to supervillainy. they just look at their superpower-based career options and decide to go in an unrelated direction. dental hygienist. supply chain management. HVAC technician in surprisingly high demand

One time at my manufacturing job I got asked about what superpowers I would want and I concluded that the most passion driven power/job I could imagine was just knowing the precise location of all sharks. I would be unable to control them or communicate with them. But I am invaluable to conservation work, ocean photography, zoology, lifeguards, etc. I have no idea if I could or would want to profit from this, I would probably still have a 9-5, but I like to think of spending my spare time just answering texts about Greenland sharks and doing horrifying guest appearances on weather broadcasts.

Something nobody prepares you for is that the better you get at writing the harder it becomes. beginners write freely because they don't know enough to know what's wrong. then you learn. and suddenly you can see every single flaw in real time as you're making it and you have to write anyway while your own brain is in the corner going "that's a weak verb. that transition is lazy. you've used that word three times." getting good at this is mostly just getting better at ignoring yourself.

I’m sorry my lovelies but the reason you hate yourself is because you treat you like shit. If you came up to me and then told me I was a fuck up who could never do anything right I'd fucking hate you too.

if you didn't let me go to bed until after midnight because you'd rather watch Netflix than let me rest, and then got mad at me for not being productive the next day I'd be PISSED

[Image ID: Tumblr tags reading: trying so hard to correct this, catching myself and scoling myself for not being kind to myself, what kinda circular logic is happening in my brain, anyway. this i /End ID]

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.

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

these things exist on a spectrum from untrue to straightforwardly racist btw. so if we could retire them forever that'd be nice.

“If voting did anything they would outlaw it.” Is such an insane take to me, because literally all of human politics for recorded history has centered around Outlawing the Vote.

Also there’s something so deeply condescending about suggesting that the millennia of work needing to get us to this point of history was all somehow “permitted” by the elites, and not a long, arduous struggle rife with setbacks that forced the world, inch by inch, to become fairer, more equal, and more just. You stand on the shoulders of giants and yet rather than continue their work, you spit on their feet for not lifting you higher.