Track Name: "eight" Played: 68 times
watching tom baker talk to mr. Dreams Of Conquest is like watching a contest to see who can open their eyes wider
Hey guys I know some of you are effin fantastic writers, and I know some of you effin fantastic writers are working on original projects, and I’d just like to point out that my publisher has multiple submission calls out right now (click the “open calls” tab) — looking for stories with queer characters in a wide variety of genres, and specifically looking to get representation for trans*, nonbinary, and ace characters. And a lot of these calls are open long enough that you’d have time to start from scratch and work up something cool by the deadline.
JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE
Signal boosting for people who might write in the genres they’re looking for!
Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.
clutches this to chest, carries it around
this is why I’ve been trying to keep vent posts to a minimum and why I engage less and less with the vent posts of others. this is my blog but I am also in public, there are people who could and would get hit with the shrapnel of my frustration, and for what? so I could feel less bad by throwing my bad feelings at others? I’m tired of it happening to me; why would I want to pass that on?
It’s such an unpleasantly well-crafted scam. A third of the American East Coast probably knows someone in Florida who might be expected to turn up dead; Florida’s got a lot of older folks and a very healthy crime industry. The victims jump to some conclusion as to who died, click on the link in a panic in hopes of confirming the omitted name, and get infected with whatever malware the site’s got.
This is downright evil.
I’m sorry mom I am not human anymore. I was bitten by a cosplayer. I can feel myself transforming I can feel it in my very bones. So when I don’t go out in the sunlight and like fifteen packages arrive in my name every day that’s me. When you hear the sewing machine in the dead of night, that’s me. When you hear the sewing machine and dramatic sobbing in the dead of night, that is also me. This is who I am now, Mom. This is what I am now. If you were smart you would stay away from me.
that was not a new complaint it’s just the first time i’ve complained about it on tumblr
I can’t draw if having the light on gives me eyestrain and headaches :|
at least not so long as I continue ignoring my tablet, anyhow
i hate this lamp i hate this lamp