puppy is understandably confused about everything in life
Stand where you are, look around, and list whatever liquidy thing is closest to you. This is now your fanfic lube.
Nature’s Miracle “Just for Cats” stain and odor remover.
Celibacy is looking like a good option here.
Gin and tonic. SEXY
100% pure acetone. I think I lose this game forever.
Cold tea. Um.and I are in a pie shop and ours is fancy hot sauce. Um….
Ranch dressing. YEE HAW
Potato soup? No.
Glue, plain old white school glue. I am laughing more than I should.
Bath and Body Works Twilight Woods body spray.
…. That would fail so much.
N O P E
A strawberry cheesecake milkshake. ._.
US Constitution, First Amendment: The right to assemble, to have free speech, to have freedom of the press.
Ferguson Police: Kicks out media and limits protestors to a “First Amendment Area”
funny, i thought the WHOLE COUNTRY was a first amendment area….
When spoken word artist Brenna Twohy tells you that she is an unabashed devotee of all things “Potterotica” — erotic fiction based in the magical universe of Harry Potter — your response probably shouldn’t be that her taste is “unrealistic.”
I’m happy to be getting to the point where I don’t have to feel weird about enjoying fanfiction, or having written a bunch of it. Partly it’s that the fandom experience has become more broadly shared. Partly it’s that I stopped giving a shit.
And as for why I like the porny sort of fanfiction, see above. She says it better.
I like sex with context. I like sex when it involves fully fleshed out characters. I like the backstories. I like feeling like these people do other things when they aren’t having sex.
Harry Potter porn isn’t my thing, but I understand where she’s coming from 100% and she sums up beautifully why I have always been uncomfortable with “regular” porn but will always read a good romance.
It baffles me that so many people still insist that if an author doesn’t deliberately place a theme in their work that it therefore cannot be there. Like, when my mother is taking pictures in a field of sunflowers, she’s not thinking about the particulars of each shot’s composition — the colors and the light and the angles she wants to choose. She looks into the camera. She sees the shot. She takes the shot. After she takes the shot, yes, she can tell you why it works, because she’s done her homework and she knows these things. But when she’s in the moment of taking the picture, she’s not taking time to figure out how much negative space she’s going to need. She’s relying on experience and ability and artistry; she’s trusting herself to recognize a good shot when she sees it even if she can’t say why.
You don’t have to know the difference between minor and major keys to know that different songs provoke different emotions. The composer doesn’t necessarily need to know the difference. But that doesn’t mean that the difference isn’t there. Pollock’s spatter paintings work on a beautiful, mathematical level. He probably didn’t know that. But that doesn’t mean that the fractals he was creating have suddenly ceased to exist.
I may not know whether my story has a particular theme to it. I know that some scenes work and some scenes don’t, that some character voices fit and some don’t, but I don’t always know why. That doesn’t mean that the theme isn’t there.
We don’t have to know why the art works to know that it works. And that’s as true in writing as it is in anything else.
Mila thinks my new pregnancy pillow should be hers and steals it every chance she gets
If there was one photoset that best described me as a person, this would be it.
Protesters upset about the smearing of Mike Brown converged at CNN headquarters.
people complain sooo much about social media and “twitter activism” completely ignoring that without social media the only way anyone would know whats going on is through media controlled by straight, white, capitalist men