Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.
Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.
RIP decency indeed.
a comic about different types of storytellers
I'd like everyone to know that when Trump says that two genders/sexes will be policy, he's not just talking about erasing transgender, nonbinary, demigender, agender, bigender, trigender, polygender, pangender, and all the others, he's also talking about erasing intersex people. He's erasing feminine cis men and masculine cis women. He's talking about erasing everyone who ISN'T cisgender and DOESN'T conform to traditional forms of gender expression.
And if you're part of the community and think, "This won't affect me because I am cisgender in a traditional way!", you're wrong. Once they finish with the gender parts of LGBTQ+, they're coming for you. They hate you just as much as they hate them.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) dir. John Hughes
“i loved her so much”
Central to the film is a reclamation of the Orpheus myth, a version of which the three young women read aloud together one night. Sophie registers distress at Orpheus’s fatal, selfish incompetence in looking back at Eurydice when he was told not to, and Marianne suggests he may have done it on purpose, preferring to lose the woman and savor, instead, the romance of his grief, making not “the lover’s choice, but the poet’s.” But it’s Héloïse who removes, for once, the fixation on Orpheus, his failings, and his loss. What if, she says to Marianne with an edge of defiance, it was Eurydice herself who chose art over staying together, who rather than leave the underworld with Orpheus, stopped and called out “Turn around,” preferring to remain down there and be preserved in poetry. A kind of freedom and a kind of permanence, rather than, as eighteenth-century marriage looks to be, an unwilling exchange of one for the other. — In Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Love is a Work of Art
really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though
billie joe armstrong is like…the definition of chaotic good. a prime example of this is the fact that one time at a green day concert this guy in the pit was harassing a young girl so billie stopped the show to help her. however, his way of doing so was to jump into the audience, dropkick the guy directly in the face, and then fight him in a crowd of screaming fans