I’m dying…Patrick Rothfuss just published this review to Goodreads on his yet to be published book.
this is hilarious. I get so annoyed at the people who rate books on goodreads without having even read it yet, like what’s your freaking problem?
I now want to read his books.
here’s a tip: demanding fanfic writers and fan artists to “hurry up!!” is never, ever a good thing. it is not cute, it is not funny, however cheerful you try and make it sound. it doesn’t make them laugh, doesn’t make them open up that PS file or word file. it more often than not actually does completely the opposite of what you want it to do. it makes them not want to provide. it’s rude, and it causes stress.
they make these amazing things for free, and in their own time. they have lives, they are human, not fandom machines, some days they just don’t want to draw. some days they don’t want to write.
PLEASE. STOP. DEMANDING. WHAT. YOU. AREN’T. OWED.
- "we’re waiting!"
- "you promised it would be up by now?!"
- "what’s taking so long?"
- "i’m so excited to see what happens next!"
- "i can’t wait to see more!"
- "i’m gonna be so happy when you update!"
this has been a PSA from someone who’s sick of seeing my favourite fan artists and fanfic writers being shouted at by ungrateful fans. please be patient. you will survive the wait, i promise.
Another girl being pretty does not make me ugly,
Another girl being smart does not mean I’m not smart.
Another girl being liked does not mean I am unliked.
I am perfect and incredible just the way I am, and any other girl is perfect and incredible just the way she is.
Girl competition needs to stop, and self love needs to start.
I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
- Lucille Ball (Love, Lucy)
Walked into my house to be immediately judged. I still don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry
What does “Format Drive C” mean…?
If I could,
I would turn girls into dragons.
Girls whose skin
has been stained by filthy hands,
girls who are forced
to face those familiar hands
day after day,
give them armor.
Girls who are told
that womanhood means duty,
girls who break their backs
on someone else’s burden,
give them spiked spines.
Girls trapped in cycles:
cycles of abuse
cycles they can’t even name,
down the drain
and thrown out with the bathwater,
give them claws.
who chomp down on fear
hiding behind their teeth,
who swallow it whole
because it’s the only nourishment they’ll get,
give them razor fangs.
who thirst for knowledge
in the middle of a drought,
girls whose minds
are considered as real as their suffering,
give them fire
to burst from their mouths
in place of the words that no one hears.
whose bodies are not their own;
who are meant for decoration
and cannot decorate themselves,
who are meant for pleasure
and cannot pleasure themselves,
who are meant to be examples
and cannot exemplify themselves,
give them wings
to fly far, far away,
taste freedom in the sky,
and see it for what it should be:
a right, not a privilege.
who is considered a possession
or a prize
or a plaything,
confined by people
who call condescension “love”
and manipulation “compromise”
and fear “respect”
and silence “consent,”
give her eyes
that strike terror into the heart
of anyone who would call her weak.
Gift girls with dragonhood
when personhood is a myth.