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I don’t drink coffee but this is too perf not to reblogg
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hold the fucking line!: thisthat-and-liberalstuff: Things that will help lower abortion rates:... -
Things that will help lower abortion rates:
- Comprehensive sex education in schools.
- Cheaper/easier access to birth control, condoms, and other preventative methods.
- Openness and communication between parents and sexually active children.
- Openness within…
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big life, small space: sonder -
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
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Out of the first eighteen days of May, I’ve spent ten of them either in a car or on a train, and another three out in the abject middle of nowhere. I shall now be spending the next three months in said abject middle of nowhere, though I will be getting internet out there starting at the beginning of June. Until then, however, it remains a two hours twice a week if I’m a good boy thing. Cell phone reception is pretty much non-existent unless I’m down in Rapid City…see previous statement about twice a week if I’m lucky.
I will be working two jobs this summer; one at a camp in South Dakota (where I’m now stationed; see previous comments about abject middle of nowhere) and another as an art consultant online for an international commodities company that has recently branched out into broadcasting in Africa. That job is currently on a trial basis, but if it goes well for the next two months, I’ll be relocating to Nairobi at the end of summer and doing a lot of traveling to Europe and Asia from there.
I am still taking fandom commissions, as well as non-fandom personal commissions. AP, now that I’m not trying to type on a train (DOES NOT WORK) will be starting up again within the week. I will also be doing the style challenge and writing a one-shot with Mike and Terry in the style of Arthur Conan Doyle (The Case of the Missing Key). If I owe anyone else fic or art or meta or whatever, please let me know.
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Daydverse fic I didn’t know existed! By a Daydian I didn’t know existed! Is there MORE of this out there? How do I hunt them down and inaugurate them into the cult welcome them to the Facebook and LJ creative communities that are all kinds of happy to see new talent?
His whole body shook uncontrollably. His mind was cluttered with thoughts so terrible his body spasmed. And no matter what he did he couldn’t stop it. His bed had long ago lost the excess heat; Hannah couldn’t stand the sound of his screams. A cold sweat broke out and covered his body. But he…
I keep getting comments that say variations on “sorry for the long review,” “sorry for going on like that”, “sorry if I seem like a creeper”, etc.
Seriously? Are there really authors or artists that are responding to commenters with “OMFG SHUT UP ALREADY AND GET TO THE POINT!”? Really? Because if so, they can GTFO, and I’d be happy to relieve them of their loquacious fans. Let me be very clear, for the record:
I love to hear from people who have partaken of my output. Fiction, blogging, artwork, costuming, ANY OF IT. I like attention. Duh. If I didn’t want people to see it, like it, have a response to it, it wouldn’t be on the friggin’ internet.
I don’t do false modesty games. Hell yes I want reviews. No, I’m not going to change what I do to get more of them, but the fact that people respond when I HAVEN’T compromised what I envisioned to court them makes it all the sweeter. And the more in depth they are, the more I love them. Yes, a simple “Like” or “Favorites” can make me stop in the middle of an awful day and grin with the warm fuzzies, but a paragraph can make me grin for an hour, and when I get a truly detailed, in-depth review, meta, observation, or comment from someone, it’s like a validation of every bit of obsessive love I’ve poured out towards all of you, and it honestly makes me cry in the very good way.
I’ve saved every review and comment I’ve ever gotten.
Every.
Single.
One.
And there have been days that rereading them - the good, the bad, and the ugly - have been what gets me through, because I know I am doing something, however small, with my life that matters to people. Not someday I will, but that I am now, and have already. I know I’ve made people feel, laugh, cry, think, and change. I know that I’m worth something.
Why would you ever apologize for making someone feel that?