GEE FRISK HOW COME YOU GOATMOM LETS YOU HAVE SO MANY PARENTS

me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

i remember being like 13/14 and starting to get REALLY pissed about capitalism and social inequality and corruption and all that stuff and the adults would be like “how sweet :) your rebellious phase :) you’ll get over it once you grow up and see how the REAL WORLD works :)” and guess what i did not get over it that WAS the real world and part of growing up is deciding if you’re going to give in and submit to it like all those adults around me did or if you’re going to stay fucking pissed

YES! I wanna join!

Sensitive, Much?

Now, maybe this is just my cold, INTP logic kicking in here, but am I the only one who thinks that the fashion today is to be a victim? Because it seems that everyone is out there looking for an excuse to be offended about something.

And no, I’m not intending to offend anyone. Please, please, please. I’m not trying to step on any toes. And if I’m not thinking exactly like you, I most humbly beg your pardon for, oh, I dunno, being a different person with different beliefs and a different background and a different favourite flavour of ice cream.

The point is, there are real victims in the world. There are people who are actually hurting. There are children who are abandoned in the street because their mothers don’t like how they look when they’re born. There are young women who are kidnapped and sold as sex slaves. There are people who are living with the threat of bombs falling on their heads every day.

And then there’s you. Maybe your one of those real victims. Or maybe you just don’t like what someone said to you.

Ya know what I’m getting at? If someone disagrees with you or says something that strikes you as wrong, immediately you have to lash out and rip into them and tell them that they’re a horrible bigot or a wretched sinner. Do you honestly think that that’s going to change their mind?  And I’m not saying I’m always right. But I’m not always wrong, either.

I wonder if maybe all this oversensitivity on every side is occurring because people don’t have a sense of humour. (By sense of humour, I mean the ability to NOT take yourself seriously all the time.)

A while back my brother got mad at me for not taking life seriously all the time. Now, this isn’t quite true. I do take life seriously. But I most certainly try not to take myself seriously. That’s the most dangerous thing a person can do, because then he can get to thinking that he’s more important than he actually is. And when you start thinking that, then you think that everyone ought to recognize how important you are. You trade in personal dignity for annoying pompousness and personal kindness for condescension. You get offended easily because people are disagreeing with you, and HEAVEN FORBID that anyone should ever disagree with infallible you!

Perhaps we could all lighten up a bit. Just because someone doesn’t hold the same views that you do doesn’t mean that he’s out to get you and take away all your personal freedoms. Not every Muslim is an extremist and not every Christian is a hypocrite, for example. And just because you side with one or the other doesn’t mean you should get mad when someone who supports an opposite viewpoint expresses an opinion. Maybe if you don’t get offended, you’ll set a good example to others. Maybe if you laugh it off, rather than getting all huffy at what someone said. Maybe if you admit they have a point, and really mean it, you’ll make more of an impression than if you start lambasting them for being opposed to you.

The thing is, when we go around trying not to step on people’s toes, we’ll never give others the chance to think. If you’re never challenged you’ll never truly understand what you do believe in. You’ll never question, you’ll never grow, and you’ll never become stronger.

I suppose when we stop thinking ourselves the pinnacle and end result of the universe, we’ll start realizing that it’s okay to be different. And sometimes, it’s even okay to disagree with other people! I’m trying to break the trend of being a victim. I don’t want to have to avoid “trigger” subjects just because they aren’t topics that I like to converse on.

It’s good to talk about things that make you uncomfortable. You aren’t entitled to be comfortable. Comfortable people don’t grow and develop. Victims might be wounded, but heroes rise above their wounds.

Heroes forgive and forget.

So, I’ve decided that, while I’m not going to go out of my way to offend people, I’m also not going to shy away from stuff that I don’t like. And I’m not going to shy away from stuff just because other people don’t like it. I want to grow, even if it makes me uncomfortable.

Do you want to join me?

an author i love just tweeted about how “big joy and small joy are the same” and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think that’s it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i really didn’t care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

にじいろのものがたり by 邪仁寿（邪ニス）

Arguably one of the greatest art works I’ve ever seen. Check out the hi-res version in the link above, because Tumblr won’t let me post the full-size image in its original quality.

* Permission was granted by the artist to repost this work. I take absolutely no credit for this.

Cheat Sheets for Writing Body Language

We are always told to use body language in our writing. Sometimes, it’s easier said than written. I decided to create these cheat sheets to help you show a character’s state of mind. Obviously, a character may exhibit a number of these behaviours. For example, he may be shocked and angry, or shocked and happy. Use these combinations as needed.

by Amanda Patterson

kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”

no you cant.  you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper.  i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A.  you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies

Kind characters are not boring; in fact, due to the vast amount of people who hold that opinion, kind characters are as edgy as it gets. In this essay I will