*benoit Blanc Voice* Now That Is Just Amazing, Mister Kira, But You Seem To Be A Lot Less Bright Then

I wanna push you around

No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI

he pulled up to the hospitalllll with buck in tow for some reason and his aunt said "who is this?" and eddie went this is Buck. the guy i work with at my new job i started like maybe a month ago. and she pulls buck aside and says "eddie cannot keep raising that child alone" and buck is like. ok i Understand. and I will be the child's stepfather. of course i will do this for Eddieguyijustmet.

“One of the most solid pieces of writing advice I know is in fact intended for dancers – you can find it in the choreographer Martha Graham’s biography. But it relaxes me in front of my laptop the same way I imagine it might induce a young dancer to breathe deeply and wiggle their fingers and toes. Graham writes: ‘There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.’”

— Zadie Smith (via campaignagainstcliche)

Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy

Arthur went from having his daddy's men to protect him to having his *daddy's* (Merlin) men (Lancelot, Gwaine and Percival) to protect him.

destiny rests on the shoulders of albion's eepiest warriors

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

this reminds me of the time someone on tiktok said fanfiction websites are like drug dealers: if you want the good shit, you go to a good dealer; bad quality drugs on wattpad, mid quality drugs on ff.net and excellent, well-sourced drugs from ao3. as someone who doesn't even do drugs this still makes total sense

Reading fanfiction on ao3 is like being addicted to drugs.

The first time you read one you experience this immense amount of euphoria and satisfaction (because of a well-done story or your ship having a solid dynamic etc.)

The high lasts for quite some time until you want way more of that special feeling so you read more and more until eventually nothing can satisfy you anymore.

But instead of trying to quit, we embrace the madness and let it takes us wherever it wants.

And I think that's beautiful.

tanktops are so whorish I love them. My entire armpit is out. If you look at me you’re a slut