THIS WEEK ON

wildehacked:

lifeaftermeteor:

laurathia:

ahsimwithsake:

spaceshipoftheseus:

katzedecimal:

howlnatural:

‘WHY HAS THAT WIP I’M FOLLOWING NOT BEEN UPDATED?’ ROULETTE!

  • Author got little to no feedback on previous chapter, thinks nobody cares and/or everyone hates the story
  • Author received negative feedback and thinks everyone hates the story
  • Author started another story in order to get rid of writer’s block brought on by WIP and is now totally consumed by new story, keeps staring guiltily at WIP reminding his/herself to continue it
  • Author’s real life suddenly got TOO REAL.
  • Author got seduced by another fandom
  • Author doesn’t use sofware that autosaves and lost most of the next chapter, is too lazy to rewrite
  • Author has sudden case of believing everything they write is absolute shit and doesn’t want to subject you to sub-par work
  • The story has been pretty much leading up to the next chapter and Author is now procrastinating out of fear and self doubt because they’re pretty sure they’re gonna mess it up
  • Author thought it was okay to lead into this one plot point, but due to feedback/further reflection, has now realised that they need to write another 3000 words to get there and is not emotionally ready

Author has the next chapter in fifty little individual scenes and they just won’t effin’ knit together 

AUTHOR WENT TO GRAD SCHOOL

Author is/has been depressed for 5+ years and is working on mental health issues while in grad school

Author just can’t find the muse to finish and feels godawful about it.

Author is staring down the barrel of a monstrous Work Trip and comes home emotionally and mentally wrecked on the daily.  

Author rethought a crucial element of characterization after reading some killer meta and now doesn’t know how to unwrite herself out of the direction the story was going.

Author started the fic over a summer, has now remembered that college is crushing.

roostershome asked: So as I person who works nights, i've recently come to appreciate 24 hour food places, and One would imagine that in Gotham most of the super/bat community have as well. batfam sitting in a Waffle House eating 'like normal people', except that it's 4am and everyone in beat9 ways to Sunday. Bruce is still bleeding all over, Damien looks like he's got half a windshield stuck in his face, Dick is 50%sure he just swallowed a molar, and Steph is just shoveling hashnrowns into her mouth and grinning

whore4batfam:

whore4batfam:

whore4batfam:

And the night staff just completely nonplussed about the entire thing.

The young servers getting tipped like $100 and being like “okay they are sleep deprived I need to give this back”

and the older servers just shaking their head and saying, “Dude that’s just what they do get used to it last time someone refused Batman kindly acquiesced and then later they found $200 tucked inside the bottom of their shoes”

“How did they not feel–”

“He’s Batman, Kerry”

And the cooks refusing to serve them anymore coffee after 4:00 because “no you need to go to sleep I won’t have you bouncing around” (generally said to the younger vigilantes (which they blame on Dick’s early Robin days but the fault actually lies with Tim)

However there was that one time an elderly lady diner owner took Batman’s coffee away and he couldn’t get it back. It was quite an event, the kids near worship her now

“What type of person even HAS enough money to tip each of us $100?”
A pointed look.
A gasp. “No!” Then, hesitantly, “You’re not saying…?”
“I’m not saying anything. You’re not saying anything. But we both know how many billionaires live in Gotham City.”
“Trillion.”
“What?”
“Trillionaire. Tim Drake really helped with profits and sustainable practices for the urban environment.”
“…”
“What? I did a paper on it!”

Which leads to an unwavering sense of loyalty.
[Villain crashes into diner front] “I’ve finally got you, Batman! Now you will–”
CRASH!
A wild employee appears, brandishing a skillet!
“You” BANG!“ “will not” BANG! “touch them” BANG! “while they have” BANG “their morning” BANG! “COFFEE!”

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electric-purpleboo:

theothersideofthefarside:

thebuttkingpost:

sherlockisntgay:

Very heartwarming moment really reflecting on Wally’s character. 

Maybe Bruce should ask for his help more often

You guys have no idea how good the justice League show is

I think I need to watch this.

The DCAU is hands down the best DC has ever been.

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death-limes:

coelasquid:

This whole “trust Tumblr blindly” thing is eventually going to kill someone, as I became pointedly aware of on one occasion I was making fun of how poorly a particular bleach-based drain declogger was working on my sink and got a chorus of really dangerously misinformed people telling me to pour vinegar in after it because all cute little cool kid diy home care blogs they’re following talk about vinegar like it it’s the big secret the cleaning companies don’t want you to know.

And I cringed knowing that someday, some Well Actually expert who read a blog article once is going to give that advice to someone who unfortunately didn’t take high school chemistry and isn’t aware that MIXING VINEGAR AND BLEACH MAKES CHLORINE GAS.

holy fucking jesus tits reblog to save a life

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silverdrarry:

caseyanthonyofficial:

Why do people never want to tell you their middle name like who gives a shit its not a nuclear launch code its your damn name

reblog with your middle name in the tags

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Humans Are Weird

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arcticfoxbear:

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arcticfoxbear:

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.

Earth being Space Australia Words cannot express how much I love these posts

Alien: “I’m sorry, what did you just say your comfortable temperature range is?”

Human: “Honestly we can tolerate anywhere from -40 to 50 Celcius, but we prefer the 0 to 30 range.”

Alien: “……. I’m sorry, did you just list temperatures below freezing?”

Human: “Yeah, but most of us prefer to throw on scarves or jackets at those temperatures it can be a bit nippy.” 

Other human: “Nah mate, I knew this guy in college who refused to wear anything past his knees and elbows until it was -20 at least.”

Human: “Heh. Yeah everybody knows someone like that.”

Alien: “……. And did you also say 50 Celcius? As in, half way to boiling?”

Human: “Eugh. Yes. It sucks, we sweat everywhere, and god help you if you touch a seatbelt buckle, but yes.” 

Alien: “……. We’ve got like 50 uninhabitable planets we think you might enjoy.” 

“You’re telling me that you have… settlements. On islands with active volcanism?”

“Well, yeah. I’m not about to tell Iceland and Hawaii how to live their lives. Actually, it’s kind of a tourist attraction.”

“What, the molten rock?”

“Well, yeah! It’s not every day you see a mountain spew out liquid rocks! The best one is Yellowstone, though. All these hot springs and geysers from the supervolcano–”

“You ACTIVELY SEEK OUT ACTIVE SUPERVOLCANOES?”

“Shit, man, we swim in the groundwater near them.”

Sounds like the “Damned” trilogy by Alan Dean Foster.

“And you say the poles of your world would get as low as negative one hundred with wind chill?” 

“Yup, with blizzards you cant see through every other day just about.”

“Amazing! when did you manage to send drones that could survive such temperatures?”

“… well, actually…”

“… what?”

“…we kinda……. sent……….. people…..”

“…”

“…”

“…what?”

“we sent-”

“no yeah I heard you I just- what? You sent… HUMANS… to a place one hundred degrees below freezing?”

“y-yeah”

“and they didn’t… die?”

“Well the first few did”

“PEOPLE DIED OF THE COLD AND YOUR SOLUTION WAS TO SEND MORE PEOPLE???!?!?!?”

My new favorite Humans are Weird quote

“PEOPLE DIED OF THE COLD AND YOUR SOLUTION WAS TO SEND MORE PEOPLE?”

aka The History of Russia

aka Arctic Exploration

aka The History of Alaska

‘But surely you have records of volcanic activity doing tremendous damage to human settlements.’

‘Yep.  Pompeii is legendary.  Entire cities went. Towns buried under lava, peoples’ brains boiled in the first rush of heat, loads more killed by falling pumice.’

‘ah, good, they learned their lesson and didn’t build there again.’

‘…well…’

‘Are you seriously telling me this volcano is legendary for killing several urban conurbations and you built on top of it AGAIN?’

‘In our defence it hasn’t actually done it since.’ 

‘What about earthquake-prone areas? Tell me you’re at least vaguely sensible about those.’

‘Oh yeah.  After the first major earthquake that flattens a city, we build them better.’

And then the aliens learn what it means to “facepalm” despite not having palms per se….

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pilenopilepile:

pilenopilepile:

Being up at 4-5 am is like loading in a level but the textures haven’t loaded all the way through yet.

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lathori asked: I have no impulse control so I'm requesting more smut. Hamilton/Laurens, post-Monmouth smut, go forth and make me suffer.

*cackling* Yeah, okay.  In actual history Laurens’ wound was much more serious (not that he didn’t earn it), so we’re going to fudge things a little in favor of…well.  Also!  In case you’re curious!  Being dressed in just shirtsleeves and breeches was considered UNBELIEVEABLY improper, which I find hilarious because it covers pretty much the whole body.  Also-also, I pictured historical appearances but tried to make it musical-appearance-friendly, with the difference that Ham is SMOL at 5′7″ in comparison to TOL Laurens at like 6′fucking2″.

When John crashes through the door, Alexander is already surging up from where he’s been sitting in nothing but his dirtied, in-places-torn shirtsleeves on the edge of the bed.  There’s a heartbeat where the conversation could go either way, but they are who they are, so the tension snaps into white-hot rage on all parts.

“You absolute fuck,” John seethes as he kicks the door shut behind him with a click of the bar-lock.  “What were you thinking?”

Alexander throws his hands into the air, feeling aching muscles snap taut over bone, and snarls, feral.  “I was following my goddamn orders, John, don’t act like I was simply out on the field looking for a glorious death!”  His voice is half a shout and he has a moment of gratitude that their room is at the far end of the second story hall housing the majority of the aides-de-camp.  The others are used to Alexander and John getting into shouting matches—not often with each other, but they fight with whomever else they please, save the General himself.  Even if their comrades had all elected to go to bed at once after departing the field, any hue and cry of argument from the last room would be dismissed.

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sabotens:

what a great day to remember that the erasure of male abuse victims is a result of patriarchy and not feminism

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sroloc--elbisivni asked: in the vein of the previous ask, if I'm not being annoying--top six animal forms you would choose to morph into?

YOU ARE NEVER ANNOYING ME WITH ASK MEMES.  Okay, because I am the way I am, the morphs are split up by function rather than ranked, there are more functions but these are the six morphs I would really really want.

Wolf: Battle Morph

Wolves are tough, powerful, and they have hella stamina on the run or in a fight.  If I wanted more agility, I’d go timber wolf, if I wanted power and bulk I’d get an arctic wolf/Yellowstone wolf because they’re about the size of a small pony.  I’ve always loved wolves, they’re just absolutely stunning animals, and while I lived out in MT I saw a wolf pack face down a hungry grizzly bear, and that means I have capital-R Respect for them.

Grizzly Bear: Battle Morph

Um, we’ve covered that I’ve wanted to be Rachel since I was Smol, right?  But that aside, for just pure crushing power, a grizzly is a good bet.  Grizzly v. car ends with a totaled car, I know this from seeing the effects, and they can truck along at a good 30 mph given the inclination to do so.  Their vision is for shit, but like.  They can also swat a person’s head clear off their shoulders like a fucking soccer ball.  Who the fuck needs good vision, I don’t even have that as a human and as a human I can’t bat someone’s head off their shoulders.

Red-tailed Hawk: Recon Morph

So, my logic here.  First of all, the vision.  A bird of prey is the perfect morph for recon because vision.  No point getting up close and personal with your target when you can follow them leisurely at half a mile.  Second of all, red-tails are the most common hawk in the Americas, and they thrive in just about every habitat warmer than ‘Arctic’ and wetter than ‘desert,’ which makes them much less remarkable than, say, a bald eagle (I love Rachel).  Third of all, and this is the reason I went with a more noticeable raptor rather than, say, a rat with wings (I live on the coast and my view on seagulls is…not generous), a hawk is actually worth something in a fight.  A female red-tailed hawk can push a five-foot wingspan with a razor-sharp beak and talons, and even the smaller males have the speed and natural weapons to make a menace of themselves in a fight–a seagull, on the other hand, might blend in with the crowd, but they also have fucking webbed feet.  And finally, Christ, if I’m going to turn into a bird I’m going to turn into something that can soar for hours, not flit from roof to roof and eat Subway sandwiches momentarily set aside by their owners.  In summary: bird of prey.  Also Tobias was a fave so I’m predisposed toward red-tails.

Cat: Recon Morph

Okay, hear me out here: alley cats as spies.  Cats can hear through walls, there’s literally no reason not to use one as a spy.  Stick me on a roof, I’ll eavesdrop all fucking day (with breaks every two hours for demorphing).  Also, while cats aren’t very big, they’re generally pretty good in a fight (as anyone who’s been scratched up by an otherwise-friendly housecat will attest) and they’re pound-for-pound one of the most efficient predators in the world.  On top of that, stray cats are a common thing in any city–roll around in some dust to scruff yourself up and walk like the streets are yours.  Beats the everloving hell out of a housefly morph.

Dolphin: Water Morph

Literally who doesn’t want to be able to turn into a dolphin.  No one, that’s who.  I fucking love dolphins.  I think I made a comment about this in this write-up, but I’m pretty sure being able to morph, and being able to morph dolphins in particular, has great potential as a treatment for depression (assuming you’re not, you know, the last bastion of defiance against an alien invasion).  I’d like to submit my name to that clinical trial, someone hit me up.  Also, I’m not a confident swimmer but I love the water, so being a dolphin would be EXACTLY aligned with my interests.

Snake: Fun Morph

Am I picky?  No.  Would this morph literally ever be useful?  No.  Do I just really, really want to turn into a snake?  Yes.