dedicatedfollower467:

• You are 187 chapters into this fic. You have been reading continually since you began. You must find out what happens next.
  
• An unfinished fic ends on a cliffhanger. It hasn’t been updated since April 1832.
• A new show has taken over Tumblr. You see the gif sets everywhere. Intrigued, you go looking. You cannot find the show. Five days later the posts disappear as if they never existed.
• Your favorite author posts a new fanfic. It is a different fandom than the one you followed them for, but still one of yours. This keeps happening. You suspect the author may be stalking you.
• The gifs of the new trailer come out before the new trailer does. People shush you when you question this. You cannot ask questions about the space-time continuum.
• You find a new person to RP with. You send them a message and they respond two years later as if there was no time gap. It is possible that for them, there was no time gap.
• This fanart looks nothing like the character. And yet. It looks exactly like the character.
• A shipping war begins. You watch the body count climb higher and higher as it becomes more violent. Blood streams from your face and you clutch your weapon to your chest. Afterwords, the survivors sometimes stare with blank eyes and mutter “Harmony…. Harmony…”
• That character is clearly a Slytherin. The rest of the fandom seems to think they are a Huffelpuff. There is something wrong.
• There is a new coffee shop au for your ship. It is exactly like every other coffee shop au for your ship. It is exactly like every other coffee shop au for every ship. You begin to suspect there has always only ever been one coffee shop au.
• You dare not say the true name of Binkydonk Cucumbershoots. Demon names have too much power.
• The Supernatural fans have a gif for everything. They cannot be stopped by mortal means.
• You begin reading a fic at four in the afternoon. When you next look up it is nearly dawn, and you don’t know what day it is.

gatheringbones:

this is how you deal with ghosts

you talk to them like you talk to nervous dogs and panicky children, you talk real soft and sweet and wry and low you make fun of them but in a super loving confident reassuring way like when you’re walking home at night and it’s dark and you feel something weighing down on you like it wants to tear strips out of your back if only you’d just turn around and hey buddy you say all unimpressed and kindly hey now this is me over here and i’m not bothering nobody you better get on home and you’ll feel it sometimes you’ll feel it skitter like a horse’s skin with a rope laid across it and if that doesn’t work you get your keys out or you take your rings off you get something metal that clings and clanks against something else that’s metal and that’s all the sound you need really you just need the sound of metal ringing out to make it all right

and that works for if you’re heading down to your building’s laundry room and the stairwell’s dark and unfriendly and there’s somebody in there who shouldn’t be in there and you can feel it sneering at you from under the stairs then you just turn your keys over in your hands and whistle if you can-  don’t hum humming’s not going to work- you need something sharp and if it follows you back to your door you think real hard about how this is YOUR home and YOUR doorstep and not anybody else’s thank you very much and instead of letting the door swing shut behind you you turn and you shut it and you lock it and you feel nothing but annoyance and indignation nothing but sharp feelings sharp as the sound of metal touching metal sharp as a whistle sharp as the line between over here and over there that’ll cut you in half if you try and cross it

but maybe it’s not unfriendly and maybe you’re somewhere else not your own space not your home not anywhere you’ve got any claim to and it’s not trespassing it’s not doing anything and you allow yourself to feel friendly you allow the warm dog soothing feelings come back, they’re not people, they don’t know better to come in from the cold, the only warmth they’re gonna get is the warmth you bring with you and you’ve got firewood inside you, you’ve got warm hands and a warm voice and you don’t need to rattle your keys or your bracelet you just gotta think about warm horse fur and carroty soup and all those good things and say hey soft and sweet while you go on your way nobody’s doing nothing here and it doesn’t cost you anything to let something lost and dead and lonely warm up for a while.

mitzi-tsetse:

ontopofgravity:

I asked one of my (male) friends to stop using the phrase “man up” and he has been using “fortify” for the past two weeks instead and it’s just a little thing but honestly it makes a difference

and tbh it’s also pretty funny when I start to deflate in the library and he leans over and goes “FORTIFY”

HAHAHAHA