midwife? don't say that. a wife could never be that.

Write if you can.

If you can't write: Edit.

If you can't edit: Outline.

If you can't outline: Brainstorm.

If you can't brainstorm: Rest.

Writing is many tasks. Do whichever ones you can handle and you'll still be making progress.

"I need to stop starting fandom projects so I stop disappointing people."

Stop treating yourself like you are the workers at a fast food franchise.

Your writing is a hobby, don't let it turn into a source of guilt, shame and frustration instead of a source of joy.

Sick ass adventure wizard investigates native crustacean with his supportive but easily spooked familiar 

Huge shout out to all the people who read fics. Who actually take the time out of their busy days to open a fic and read it

Before I started writing in earnest, I did not understand how much writing was going to eat into my fic reading time. We joke about having too many tabs open, but I have a different problem: the amount of tabs I have open on new fics is way smaller than it used to be. My ao3 wrapped would be a sad affair. Unless I’ve subscribed to an author or come across something on my dash, I basically don’t see it

Which has really driven home for me how much fandom cannot just be creators. You have to have people who want to read fic and meta discussions and joke posts. You have to have people who want to look at art and gifs. It has to be mutual.

Community thrives on flow. You have to have that movement of people sharing things with each other for a community to exist

Thank you fic readers. You keep things flowing

the floating head of wisdom

Please don't fall victim to internet misinformation. There is no floating head. It's a regular horse, it's neck is just hidden due to the position of the camera. I made an image to help you understand the what's actually going on.

Thank you for the clarification

compelled me

Just Dance Gonna be okay Da do do Just Dance Spin that record babe

hello friendly reminder that you do not need a special occasion to use nice things! if you wait long enough your nice bath bomb won't be as fizzy! your favourite fruits will go out of season! candles are meant to be burned, not looked at! you're not enjoying your special tea if it's just sitting in your cupboard! you're allowed to have nice and special things on completely ordinary days! heck, it might just make that day special!!

the type of ship i fuck with the most

Percy & Franklin !

one of the most boring lessons I’ve learned is that when a task feels overwhelming, you just have to start doing it. Even if you’re not sure how to do 90% of it, look for one small component that seems close and start there. Sometimes it’s reading one article on the topic, or searching one related term, or literally just googling how to do the task. Do anything other than thinking about it. The process of working on a thing inherently makes it less scary.

things disabled people should NOT use (according to physabled people on my uni campus) :

@this-is-ableism

this is ableism.

fun fact due to a bureaucratic error on behalf of the hospital my bottom surgery was almost delayed 5 months. I’d already taken 4 months off work that I couldn’t change. I was fucked. I emailed them politely. Then I begged desperately. And nothing happened, I got polite emails back expressing sympathy. I begged for week. Then I filled out the paperwork necessary to sue the hospital, sent them an email that I’d be in the lobby the next morning to serve them the paperwork and officially sue them. When I showed up to the lobby they realized I wasn’t bluffing and gave me a surgical date when I originally should have had it had they not fucked up.

The only way to handle being a trans woman is to be angry when necessary and go after the money of those in power.

you cannot kill me in a way that fucking matters. I will live and sue your ass into the ground.

this goes hard

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.