i understand that my friends don’t wanna talk every day. i understand that my s/o doesn’t wanna be lovey dovey and super indulgent every day. lots of people need rest from performative emotions. all people need rest in general! it’s okay!! it doesn’t mean they don’t love me!! it’s not a judgement or punishment!! they deserve to take their rest, and they deserve for me to treat their needs with respect!
Janet slid one lingering finger down her half-opened blouse, deliberating revealing her female presenting nipples. Deryk groaned, “I’m going to have to review those!”
“Flag me Deryk! Flag me as hard as you can!” cried Janet, as he plunged his real-life human genitals into her sensitive content until his post was no longer visible.
“Well that’s better and more positive” they both gasped, and they spoke transparently and freely about their personal journeys in line with the Community Guidelines until they fell asleep in each others pixelated arms.
When you are twenty years old, your best friend will tell you that watching an addict collapse into themselves is like being on an airplane that’s crashing. She’ll say that the first thing is remembering how to breathe normally. That you can’t help anyone unless you get your own mask on first.
My brothers taught me how to swim by holding me underwater until I beat my way to the surface. When I gasped out my first breath, they said,“Breathe normally. You’re fine. You needed to learn eventually. You could only tread water for so long.”
When I was sixteen, when everyone around me seemed raised-fist ready to smack me to the ground, my mother said, “Baby, sometimes we clench our fists not to fight, but because we have something we are terrified to let go of,”
What your friend won’t tell you is that when the plane starts going down, you will not want to keep breathing. You will not want to take in air without them; When the plane goes down you realize that you are a life-vest with nothing left to wrap yourself around, (you can only tread water for so long) so when the tide comes, you will let yourself drift into pain pills into whiskey into sex with men who don’t know your real name, you will call yourself plane crash you will call yourself sinking you will call yourself shrapnel, you will remember that drowning runs in your family;
When you are twenty-one, you will learn watching someone you love die slowly is not like a plane crash.
It isn’t anything that dramatic.
It’s a piñata at a birthday party. It’s knowing they have been beaten so many times, it’s no wonder they split open. It was only a matter of time before everything inside of their chest started pouring out.
When you are twenty one years old, you will learn that sometimes you fight with absolutely everything you have and lose. People can only tread water for so long.
You’ll find out that sometimes you don’t get to write a pretty ending, that not everyone gets a cymbal crash closing curtain sometimes it doesn’t end clean sometimes there’s no firework finale there’s no plane-crash shrapnel it just ends in sinking it just ends in silence
There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
Seriously, this is what keeps us going; YOUR COMMENTS.
And you think my ranting about it is just being salty! It’s not! Reviews can mean the difference between feeling motivated and feeling out of place.
It’s how I finished a fic after it sitting unfinished for half a year. Got a long ass review that gave me ideas and then I wrote the last chapter.
tumblr two days ago: we’re going to remove all forms of nsfw from the website and from the words of our ceo, if you dont like it, fuck you. also fuck sex workers and artists and also if you’re a woman no nipples
tumblr yesterday: also our new bot is going to do the work for us and make literally everything flagged nsfw
tumblr today: also now your posts won’t show on your blog
