"Was this book good or was I deeply 19 when I read it:" an investigative journalism series

“Was this book bad or was I simply lacking enough life experience to appreciate the narrative when I read it” : an award-winning followup

Sometimes, you pick up a book you hated as a teen, read it again with fresh eyes and lived experience, experience it anew and hate it for completely different reasons.

Harvesting my wheat

Hehehehehe

Can I fucking help you?

my senior english teacher told me that any scene with a woman in a cornfield in every piece of literature ever is about her journey to womanhood/pleasuring herself in the field and i just.... believed her

What

What

And he asked: "Forget what?"

a commission of a scene from this fic ! ^^

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Is this anything

I never get a finishing blow, but you get to die over and over again. That’s not fair.

I spent like 3 hours trying to render Fluxs metal hand just to give up and cover it with a glove 💀💀

This was inspired by the wonderful fanfic "the lot of man" written by @katelynfirefist on ao3 <3 (i hope you dont mind author)

Bonus: other draft that i didnt like bcs it felt too crowded

the boy who gathered stars

There's nothing worse than when you're talking about your life and you're trying really really hard not to kin the character about it. And then totally unprompted the person you're talking to is like. You Know What This Reminds Me Of

You'll be having a normal one and then a shounen manga from the 2000s starts haunting you again

we're the daughters of the witches you couldn't burn, and also the daughters of the men who wanted some freaky witch pussayyyyy 😛🧙🏻‍♀️

Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.

Now I'm eating croutons straight out of the bag.

Still no homo ?

I'm gonna level with you, friend: I am eating these croutons gay style.

behind every late diagnosed neurodivergent person is a parent who has absolutely nothing going on at all don't worry about it

tgcf is like if xie lian was faced with the trolley problem every single day and every day he said "i'll choose a third option!" and that option was throwing himself in front of the trolley to stop it but instead it flips over and kills/maims everyone on both tracks and xie lian himself

AN-TI-BO-DIES

This is the foundation of all hope btw. In the words of Tolkien, 'despair is for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.'