Me, writing: And just a *pinch* of dehumanization

-Teenagers on twitter are legit fighting to the death over whether a fictional character is lesbian or bi

-Each side claims the other is "x-phobic" for disagreeing with their headcanon

-The character isnt confirmed as either

What happened to 'live and let live'? I honestly cant understand why people care so much about what other people think about a person that doesnt exist.

What bothered me the most was the twisted way each side claims that thinking differently is harmful somehow. No its not? Its great that we have many interpretations of the media we consume. Its great that many people of different identities can see themselves in one character. What is this jealousy over fictional characters? Theyre not yours, they belong to someone else, and you dont get to go around and police what people are "allowed" to see in them. Grow up.

And i get that. I get that feeling of seeing yourself in a fictional character that you headcanon as, say, a lesbian, and you come across a drawing of said character kissing a man. You feel a little grossed out. Betrayed. But that feeling is not universal truth. Someone else finds comfort in that character just like you, but in a different way than you. part of being an adult is understanding that you can't make a tantrum over every little thing that inconveniences you, and that includes this. This isn't erasure, this isnt harmful. Its simply... sharing.

Im not saying you have to like other headcanons, just accept that they're there. That theyre not a threat to you, your thoughts, your interpretations, or even canon itself. Learn to share the space, make fandom just a little less hostile.

im sos...sooo tired fuck historical accuracy these boys r gettin on each other's shoulders and duking it out no one complain to me ok

another lovely installment in 'the things that writing wwII fanfic will have you googling'

why the fuck did i write about birds this fucking sucks. i just found out birds only sleep for a few minutes at a time, hundreds of times a day. do you know what this is going to do to my structure? the logistics of their road trip? this is already like three days late and i've been fighting for my life to get A Plot Like Any Plot That Makes Sense out and now the birds fucking sleep for 5 minutes at a time.

A big part of author life is learning to make peace with the stories you'll never write.

"boo hoo you can't just leave your country when things get bad you have to fight to make it better" absolutely fucking not full offense but i do not care. countries and governments exist to make your life easier not the other way around. a country isn't something that feels anything or cares about you it's just arbitrary lines we made up. if it isn't benefiting me while some other place would then i'd be stupid as fuck to stay here and hope shit gets better. crabs in a bucket ass mentality

i'm still on this blog btw, it's just low activity by default and that activity only gets lower during those times when i'm getting even less than usual done on byan's blog

just gonna make myself sad real quick by thinking of how bad rodney's guilt would've been if the solar system he blew up was inhabited with people

I'm going to do dishes, and when they're done, I'll have a final idea for my zine draft that will be better than the-

*checks gdocs page*

Current five drafts, two of which are over word count so can't be used (but might survive as just. fics I publish on my own at some point if I can get my brain to not instantly feel overwhelmed by the ao3 publishing page lmao)

This will work. Surely.

hate when i’m reading a disability fic and a character goes “oh you’re not broken” to the disabled character bc… no. i am. i am broken. if i was perfectly fine i wouldn’t be dealing with this shit yeah? my body is broken and it can’t be fixed. that’s a fact. i can’t leave my house more than three days a week or i’ll be sleeping twelve hours a day for a month. that’s not what someone perfectly healthy deals with. i am broken. it’s just not a big deal bc that’s my daily life. the only thing i can do is stick a band aid over the stab wound, it’s not going away any time soon. i’d rather the focus be on “you are strong because of this” not “you are strong despite this” or just straight up ignoring the issue. it won’t magically go away in the middle of an important fight, it won’t vanish when everything is peaceful, your character will deal with it all. the fucking time. my disability isn’t a hardship to overcome because it isn’t going away. there is no after. my body is broken. it’s just how it is.

Ew, essays :[

I miss the old days of kindergarten when we attempted to color butterflies and ate erasers and glue

-🎁

I hated kindergarten

Essays may suck but at least now I'm not the weird kid in the corner wishing I had friends

However yes I absolutely despise essays with all my being... in fact!

Achievement unlocked: you somehow found a topic moshie hates enough and on a bad day to start them ranting in the tags...

Warning there are curse words, poor spelling, and caps locks

Sorry in advance

What do I want? I want to be seen as a peer.

Ohdearohdearohdearohdear

I barely got an hour of sleep and I can’t tell anyone since they all think I was sleeping bc I didn’t wanna talk 💀

I might not be a tight sleeper, but I am a good pretender

against literally all odds (saved tags disappearing, desktop tumblr becoming an increasingly unusable interface, my work schedule kicking my ass, a generally more active/harder to keep up with dash since i've gotten more mutuals, background depression, background ADHD, attempting to be Social Offline) my queue is still going.

no idea how much longer that will last bc it's a fight to fill it even a little. but we stay silly.

fave headshots from the combine