Eddie was fourteen years old when he met Shannon. Fourteen.

I must not obsess over what is canon. Canon is the brain-eater. Canon is the little-death that brings total fury. I will ignore the Canon. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when I have acknowledged only the parts that I like, I will turn the inner eye to my own headcanons. Where the Canon has gone there will be nothing. Only I, and my favored tumblr blogs, and 23814 AO3 tabs will remain.

BAND CANDY

hey! we're all stuck here, okay? so now let's just sit quietly and pretend we're reading something until we're really sure that old commandant snyder's gone. then we're all outta here!

the problem with not voting in order to send the message that you hate all the candidates and the entire system and therefore refuse to participate is that it's completely indistinguishable, as a signal, from not bothering to vote because you think the system is great and all the candidates are great and you'd be fine with any of them. so you might want to rethink the strategy there

A story within a story where a mother sits her rowdy children down and tells them a story about a the world's sweetest, kindest mother who never lost her temper, never cursed and never yelled at her children, no matter how rowdy they could get. She would only gently, kindly told them to not do the dangerous things. One day she sweetly, kindly told her children to not go play at the riverbank, because it's dangerous and they might slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die. Her children do not listen. They go play at the riverbank, where they slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die.

And the sweet perfect mother of the story comes to the riverbank, sees that all her children drowned, and starts crying so bitterly that angels overhear her, and the angels say to each other, "she does not deserve this, this woman has never done anything wrong in her life, this should not have happened to her", and feeling great pity for her, bring her children back to life, and after that they always listened to their mother and lived happily ever after.

And the storyteller's children, who at this point are familiar with the concept that these stories are supposed to have some sort of a moral or lesson in them, interject to point out that their mother hasn't always done everything perfectly, she isn't always sweet, curses a lot, and as a matter of fact loses her shit at her kids all the time. She isn't like the mother of the story at all.

And their mother agrees: Her children are correct. She is not a perfect mother who has never done anything wrong. Angels will not have pity on her, and they will not bring her little shits back to life if they go to the river and die. So they better fucking not go get themselves killed in the first place.

I think we can all learn from SVSSS, as writers.

Mainly, we need to be aware that if we don’t fix the plot holes in our stories, our biggest anti will get yoinked into our stories and turn our badass protagonists into cringefail gay traumatised crybabies.

Do you want that?

Plot Holes: Not Even Once.

"tumblr thinks this" "tumblr users act like that" the only thing all tumblr users do is look at posts.

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose by synecdochic

I'd never read any SGA fic before I bound Sheppard's Law last winter, so that fandom popping up for two gift exchanges in a row made me go on a reading binge. In the meantime, I started experimenting with glow-in-the-dark paint.

I completely fucked up the cover the first time, because I tried using a paper stencil: it did not make clean lines. Then I tried a cardstock stencil. Then simplifying the design. Then another cardstock stencil. Then a chip board stencil. All unsuccessful.

What actually ended up working was cutting it out of removable vinyl, sticking it to the cover, painting over it, and then removing it once it was dry. Start with that and save yourself hours of fiddling.

Bilbo barely passed Old Took's record lifespan after having a supernaturally-life-extending ring for 60 years. which begs a question. what the hell did Old Took do

telling a joke on tumblr is fun but watch out! if it gets over 1000 notes your joke is automatically exposed to people who have never once heard a joke in their life.

When you love a fic but are deeply irritated by the author's notes. We all contain multitudes.

I think it's a sign of good media when you have to reread or rewatch it to get the full experience. First time is for getting your brain blasted by the story and being confused second time is for knowing who's who and what's what and willingly getting your brain blasted again.

happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction

[sic] is my favorite editorial notation because of its inherent bitchiness.