ao3 = 2dumb2die
hi i have a name probably. i like pretty men and punk rock and i want to be (semi-)famous just for the rpf
if i ever told you my tumblr irl & said you can follow me I LIED . i forgot that i hornypost on here
@maybe-im-the-faggot / maybe-im-the-faggot.tumblr.com
hi i have a name probably. i like pretty men and punk rock and i want to be (semi-)famous just for the rpf
if i ever told you my tumblr irl & said you can follow me I LIED . i forgot that i hornypost on here
just found out that if i stay in my room all the time my life will eventually shrink to the size of it and i will lose all memory of how to function as a person. shocked & upset
sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her
#fandoms need both
#biodiversity
trade secret, the middle aged adults with years of writing experience are just the sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her but all grown up
sixteen year old girls who feel deeply fucked up: we’re your future. you make it. you get some therapy, get some meds, find new fandom friends, and keep writing. hang in there.
Even if you stop writing for a long time. Even if you think your writing days are over and your muse is gone. Something will come along and grab you and shake you to your soul, and you’ll find your muse again.
Has anyone else recovered from that embarrassing thing they said when they were twelve? No me either
everyone in this room will someday be dead- emily austin
Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it's called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
spotify needs a comment section i want more places to argue
In my personal experience (which is, granted, not universal) I have never been an actor in a play that 100% went as it was supposed to the whole time. There is always an actor who skips a line, or forgets stage directions, or took a bit too long to change costumes and is now late for their appearances. But the thing about theater is that it's a live performance- you can't just apologize and redo the scene. You have to carry the characters through the important plot beats even if you have to ad-lib to do so. Do you get what I'm saying? A character in a play is not a fixed thing. A book will not change lines between readings. A movie will not change shots between rewatchs. But in theater, a character may act differently, speak differently, but they have to reach the same ending regardless. Characters in a play are trapped, not because things are already written- they do have some leeway- but because everything will conspire to drag them back on their predestined road. Do you understand? Do you understand what I'm saying?
this summer we went to a lot of Shakespeare in the park. Every performance had at least one plane fly overehead. Some actors paused to wait for it to go by, some just said their lines extra loud. My absolute favorites tho were the ones that somehow acknowledged it, worked it into their performance. like, we knew the plane was happening. it is very loud. so breaking the fourth wall just a teeny bit to show the audience that you too know the plane is happening but the show must go on? THATS what live theater is for
the writer’s urge to ask your friends “do you wanna see a little somethin’ i’ve been working on?” when the little somethin’ you’ve been working on is 800 words and ends in the middle of a sentence
The fact that I can't watch every single musical, opera, and ballet that has ever been made should be illegal
Good time for a reminder that there is no stupid reason for staying alive. I don't care about you white-knuckling the most cringe blorbo in existence I care that you're here.
“i’ll kill you.” are we about to kiss
Honestly bizarre that tomatoes get all the flack for “not being a vegetable” because they're technically a fruit when:
A) There are a ton of fruits that get categorised as vegetables. Like this also applies to pumpkins, squashes and cucumbers.
B) The fucking mushrooms are standing there at the back of the crowd in this witch trial, trying to look inconspicuous because they somehow got into the vegetable club with no fucking controversy despite the fact that they're not even plants.
Technically, there's no such thing as a "vegetable" from a strictly categorical perspective. "Vegetable" just means a plant or an edible part of a plant. So, that means fruits are a type of vegetable. Therefore, tomatoes are vegetables.
if you spend any amount of time trying to categorize the mess of life, youll learn that nearly all categories fall apart pretty much instantly. Theres no such thing as vegetables, reptiles, fish, men, women, or much of anything we were taught in school
First ever recorded snowball fight (1897)
Happy Holidays And Merry Christmas To All!
Colorized!
Guy On Bicycle gets so smeared he leaves his hat behind to escape!
All Victorian ADULTS. Awesome.
I love this so much. Someone slowed it down so it's not the old-fashioned herky-jerky of old films, now someone colorized it…the past feels like the present because, well, people. Lookit them having fun! *beams at everyone*
also please note that the women are running around and having fun! in long skirts! probably in corsets! their clothing did not necessarily prevent this!
friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever
"Why are you still on tumblr, it's a dead site" Tumblr is the ONLY site that still works in the way of -Follow this person, see their posts- instead of -you stopped scrolling and stayed on this post for .2 seconds longer than others, here's 100 more posts like it- I hate algorithms. Tumblr has its many issues. But at least I keep my choice of what I see.
yes i want to know your favourite color, how you like your coffee made, what music you like or what fictional character you like best. but let me ask you how do you want to be loved, if you think soulmates are real or should i just outwardly admit that i want to love you on purpose, what makes you you, what poem always brings you to tears. i want to know what love is to you so i can do just that and even more, i want to see you, inside and out, and i crave to be seen as well.