The problem with shipping a niche ship: you read all the fanfiction in one afternoon and if you want some more you have to write it yourself.
The problem with shipping a popular ship: 16,835 results on AO3. You start playing with tags and sorting through it, full of determination, confident that with so many fanfics you’re bound to find something you’ll like. Two hours, 30 instances of awful writing, 8 squick-outs,13 wtf AUs and 157 just plain uninteresting later you have to rush back to the canon to even remember why you liked the ship in the first place.
do u ever feel like you’ve accidentally tricked certain people into thinking you are smarter and have more potential than you actually do and do you ever think about how disappointed they’ll be when you inevitably crash and burn
Yes. It’s called Imposter Syndrome! It’s incredibly common (REALLY common), especially among women.
Imposter Syndrome is a state of mind in which you are convinced that your successes and accomplishments are either just because of luck or circumstance, or that they don’t exist at all and that you’ve just fooled people into believing you’ve accomplished something. It’s very stressful because you’re also convinced that people are going to discover that you’re a fraud.
One way to avoid “being discovered” is to outwardly downplay and devalue your accomplishments. This way, you’re telling people to expect less of you so they won’t be disappointed in you later on.
Another way to do this is to avoid taking on professional/academic projects that might help your career. If you’re convinced you’re going to be found out as a fraud, you’re not going to try to compete with a qualified coworker for the same high-profile client, are you?
And then, of course, you create a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you never try to move upwards (because you’re convinced you’d fail), people will stop providing you with opportunities to do so. If you downplay your accomplishments, people will believe that your accomplishments aren’t so great and will treat you that way.
And what’s so frustrating is that, well, you’re NOT a fraud. You haven’t fooled anyone–there’s no lie being told. You really DID do all those great things. You really ARE capable. It wasn’t luck or chance or circumstance–it was you!
If the original post describes how you feel, I urge you to look up Imposter Syndrome and start treating yourself better!
Germany had so much renewable
energy on May 8, 2016, that it had
to pay citizens to use electricity. It
was so windy and sunny that turbines
and solar power sources were
supercharged, output exceeded
demand, and prices went negative, so
customers were actually paid to
consume energy. Source
Some add the “Scientists politely remind world that clean energy is ready to go, whenever” photo im on mobile
But in America, Big Oil, Gas & Coal have a tight grip on our lawmakers. Those corporations don’t want to lose their multi-billion dollar profits.
It still amazes me someone assigned to an ensemble role in a movie full of Hollywood actors based on a musical that gives very little opportunity to the ensemblians was so heavily invested in giving a well informed portrayal of the character that in spite of how little screen time he got he worked in as much character building and subtext as he did like wow.
So in lore, vampires have this trait that I’ve almost never seen used, and that’s the fact that vampires are OBSESSED with counting things. Like, the Count on Sesame Street was almost certainly created specifically as a vampire because of this piece of lore.
Like, I read this vampire book years and years ago that explained that a surefire way to protect yourself from vampires getting into your house was to spread a ton of seeds on your doorstep–poppy and mustard seeds were particularly recommended for the purpose. Basically, if you suspected someone to be a vampire, all you had to do was drop a sackful of seeds on the ground in front of them.
If they didn’t immediately start counting them, they were not a vampire. However, if they WERE a vampire, they’d be seized with the urge to count all the seeds and they would not budge from that spot until they knew how many seeds there were in total. The point was to keep them there until the sun came up and killed them, because if they hadn’t counted all the seeds by sunrise they wouldn’t be able to leave. Presumably you could just go about the rest of your evening as normal, though no word on whether it’s possible to make them lose count and start over.
Having remembered this piece of lore, I want fewer stories about brooding tortured Edward Cullen-esque vampires. I want to start seeing more stories about math nerd vampires.
Vampire accountants who are an honest company’s best asset and a corrupt company’s bane because they are frighteningly accurate with the accounts and will not hesitate to blow the whistle on a CEO scamming money because fuck you for making the numbers wrong.
Vampire cashiers that don’t need to look at the register screen because they already mentally calculated your total. 10-items-or-less vampires who know goddamn well you have 20 items in that basket and NO, you cannot just slip in with the rest.
Vampire math tutors who are constantly in high demand and have to hold lotteries to see who gets to be tutored by them.
MATH NERD VAMPIRES
If anyone would like the term for this, it’s arithmomania.
Incidentally most of the banks in Lost Souls-verse are run by vampires
The counting thing always seemed symptomatic of OCD, to me. Do medications work on vampires? If one bit me, would he be able to chill out on the counting for awhile?
Okay but that’s a whole other layer. Because it’s generally accepted that, while normal meds/drugs don’t work on vampires, they WILL get some kind of transmitted effect if the person they chomp on has something in their system.
So are there, like, helpful college students on anxiety meds who are making bank by donating blood to vampires every other weekend? Are there, like, therapists who give vampires counseling and then set them up with a human ‘meds buddy’ who’s willing to donate the occasional pint?
