Tag: truth

brightbluedot:

iwtv2007:

shockblanketnightmares:

geiszlerandgaila:

I still can’t believe that fanfiction is free

I sometimes have to pay for water, but with a phone and some wifi, I get to read whole novels about my favorite characters for exactly zero additional dollars

How goddamn rad is that

all the love to the fanfic authors who make this possible, y’all are the best

#yes we do this for free#you know how you pay us?#comment#review#tell us that somebody’s enjoying what we do#it takes two seconds and it’s also free (via @flintsredhair)

Whenever I check my phone and see I’ve got a notification from AO3, subject line “Comment on…” my whole day brightens up. I’ll hide my face in my hands and smile and smile – and that’s before I’ve read it. Even a simple ‘I loved this!“ or similar makes me giddy, but if it’s DETAILED. oh my god. I have definitely teared up before. Knowing WHAT somebody liked is the best feeling in the world. A line, a moment, a way you felt while reading, seriously, anything specific is pure ambrosia.

tl;dr: If you ever feel like making somebody blissfully happy, drop a comment ❤

kvitoya:

Even if you don’t like Halloween you have to appreciate its position as the sole thing keeping Christmas from advancing even earlier into the year like a cancerous growth

In Australia, Halloween isn’t really much of a thing? It’s kind of this American holiday that you get party stuff for in the shops, but doorknocking just isn’t really done. And we get Christmas stuff in the shops from the first of September. So the fear in this post is real, let me tell you.

punkfaery:

paul hollywood on bakeoff: now, i can see you’ve had a little trouble with your genoise sponge, haven’t you? the egg whites haven’t been whipped for quite long enough, and it’s lost some of that delicate, airy consistency, which means that your 10,000 spun sugar decorations haven’t got the solid foundation that they really need to support the handcrafted marzipan statue of the virgin mary that you’ve painted with edible gold leaf

me, shoving handfuls of reheated takeout pizza into my gaping maw: a rookie mistake

butterynutjob:

fluffle-talk:

rocket-pool:

Dying rn

@butterynutjob

He stopped in front of the mirror and sighed. His penis was just a little too large to be fashionable, and his balls were just a little lopsided. Most days it didn’t bother him, but today he pushed at his genitals, trying to make them look more normal, like the men in magazines. It was hopeless. He dropped his junk in resigned frustration. There were worse things than having too large of a penis, he thought.

stripedsilverfeline:

breelandwalker:

retr0philia:

fakenasty:

instead-of-sighs:

lookingforshadows:

alice-rabbit:

eyebrowgod:

eyebrowgod:

a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves

There is nothing to defend

#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)

This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.

Oh my god

Just to add onto that, our childhood wasn’t even technology based. We grew up knowing of chalk, skateboards, jump rope, street hockey, playgrounds, butterfly collecting, etc. Slowly technology took over our lives and now there are hardly kids playing outside in the summer. We can clearly remember our childhood as it was and now we can see the clear line between it. We were the generation right smack in the middle of it all. Our parents were of non-tech and our children/young siblings will be all tech.

Not to mention, ours was the last generation that grew up with all those bright promises of “work hard, go to college, and you’ll have a successful life,” only to find those hopes abruptly dashed when the housing bubble burst. Milliennials have grown up expecting that disappointment, because for them, the problem has been there since Day One.

So 90s kids aren’t just nostalgic…we’re BITTER. And we ache for those days when we could still think that the world was boundless and full of the opportunities we were promised since the first day of kindergarten.

Rightfully bitter.