“You Gotta Stop This, Princess,” He Sighs As He Feels The Weight Of Her Small Body Spreading Over

116 pages of shit-all-first-draft done fuck yeah.

Five cats

Ginza - Tokyo, Japan

Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

That moment in editing

when you're revising your document, rewriting where it needs, editing out-editing in, in the flow

and then suddenly you REALIZE

that you've fallen prey to the 'it's logical'-goblin that every writer knows that tricks you into believing that you've set up all the foreshadowing necessary because it all makes sense to YOU

but you realize with dawning horror

that you're not just the reader, you're also the writer

and so of course it makes sense if Character A is a cat for 20+ chapters, turns human for only 2 chapters and then has a full-on make-out session with Character B

it makes sense

because you wrote it

and the "it's-logical"-goblin told you that it's logical when you read it

because the logical-goblin is an effin' logical fallacy is what it is

and now i don't have enough foreshadowing

gfdi

“Alright, Princess,” he mutters, when he finally feels the first tendrils of The Hive reaching for him and his eyes alight on the red-yellow sign of one of their street-level eateries.

He shifts her so she can burrow deeper into his hold. “If you ever had any fleas, the river drowned them good and I don’t have to be disappointed that a life on the street made it hard for you to uphold your royal standards.”

A wet, cold, nose presses against his collarbone in response and Satori feels it when she tucks herself carefully into the space he gives her. A warm, gentle weight pressing right against the beat of his soft, dumb, heart- already nine-tenths in love with her.

no time spent writing fanfic is ever wasted

Sadly, I am petty

I get that there are ships I would not consider writing or reading and I get that there are ships and dynamics that I, personally, would consider toxic but I also recognize that I am not forced to engage in those kinds of ships/dynamics, that is what filters are for, and other people might enjoy it!

However, I can not articulate that well enough in dialogue - written or spoken - which, in turn, makes me a petty asshole who will vague-post about this on the one hand and petty-spam on the other hand.

You want people to agree with you that these relationships are toxic?

Guess what, buddy.

That's all the content I'm gonna post.

(I also recognize that this is not the most mature of solutions. Hence the title.)

Should you find yourself in a situation of considering a ship toxic, filter it, ao3 and tumblr and, as I understand it, most platforms give you the ability to.

Should you be triggered by certain events that might occur in a fanfiction, you can filter.

You do not have to read it.

No one can make you click that link and read that story with your very own eyes.

Screen-readers will read tags to you (hi, this is why it's important to know how to tag, y'all, btw).

You don't like it?

Don't read it.

hoot hoot

Hello! I'm Ducky! Welcome to my disaster area...

Let me introduce myself. I'm Breeanna, otherwise known as Ducky. I need your help.

I am an artist, musician, and spoonie from St. Louis, MO. I have a very rare case of a very rare disease called Gastroparesis. I no longer have a stomach. I have a host of other complications and illnesses that make my medical expenses incredibly expensive. My lifespan is shorted by my illness. I actually almost died from the disease before a life saving surgery to disconnect my stomach in 2023. I'm alive...but still having a hell of a time.

My hobbies include writing, crochet (I make custom scarves and blankets which are for sale!), and love to read. I love color, fashion, and weird animals. I am pansexual, demisexual, and gender non-confirming. My pronouns are she/they (though they is preferred).

I am disabled due to my illness. I work from home and try to supplement my income by making/selling crafty things...but sales are basically non-existent and its hard.

I'm squashing down my pride to ask Tumblr for help.

My cost of living due to my illness is so high that I cant meet the demand and I am deep in debt. I risk losing my phone, car, and even my little apartment. Things are...bad. Even thought I wish I could die (it would be a lot cheaper) I keep pushing forward because I am convinced there is brightness at the end of this tunnel. There has to be. 40 years of suffering is enough.

If you can help me out, even if its $10, you are a godsend.

Venmo: marchingduck Paypal: owlalwaysloveyoudeer@gmail.com

Message me if I can make you anything! There are samples of my work on my Chaotic Instagram: marchingduck

Thank you for reading. Hopefully I find my light. Please share, I need all the help I can get.