some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.

ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER'S LIFE

REBLOGGING, THIS IS AWESOME FOR TTRPG GAMEMASTERS TOO

Reblog to save a writer's life,,,,

Being a sex-positive personally-sex-repulsed ace is weird cuz like reading about sex? Awesome. Writing about sex? Not much more intolerable than writing about anything else. Sex is good. Sex is normal. Sex is only as important as you let/want it to be. Kinks are natural expressions of sexuality. Sexual purity is a scam. Bodies are nothing to be ashamed of. Sex work is no more exploitative than any other kind of labor. If you touch me I will throw up on you.

Reblogging for pride month

“So if little girls experience their menstrual cycle in 5th grade or 4th grade, will that prohibit conversations from them since they are in the grade lower than sixth grade?” asked state Rep. Ashley Gantt, a Democrat who taught in public schools and noted that girls as young as 10 can begin having periods.

“It would,” McClain responded.

Unbelievable. Link to article.

The first ever suicide prevention hotline was created in 1935 bevause a man conducted a funeral for a 14 year old girl who ended her life because she got her period. She didn't know what it was and assumed it was a STD. Learning about periods and sexual health is life saving. Republicans are unapologetically just evil.

You know, here's a thing: I went to Catholic school from age 5 to age 16. (My family's not Christian, but the local public schools weren't great, so -- )

In 4th grade, girls were given a clear, scientific, extremely bland pamphlet about menstruation. It was Boring and Educational. There wasn't any class about it or anything -- just the pamphlet, provided in a plain manila envelope for you to take home.

Starting in 5th grade, the school provided a small pack of pads to girls. This was probably so that anyone who unexpectedly started her period at school would have an emergency supply, but the thing was: this boring pamphlet, this pack of pads handed to you by a nun, made menstruation...so normal. It's so normal that a nun hands you a pack of pads. It's so normal that there's a boring pamphlet. It's just a thing your body does. (It's so normal that you realize, oh, nuns have periods, huh.)

It kills me, KILLS ME, that this totally boring and bland form of education about human bodies is somehow Too Much, Too Scary, Too Sexy, for some people.

• you want to watch a movie. you put it on. two hours have passed. you haven’t watched the movie. there are five new tasks in front of you. you want to watch a different movie.
  
• there is an object in your hand. it is extremely important you don’t lose it. you look down. there is nothing in your hand.
• you don’t know your friend’s name. you’ve been friends for months. they just told you their name. you do not know their name.
• your friend doesn’t laugh at your joke. why didn’t they laugh? do they hate you? they assure you otherwise. you know they are lying. did they ever like you?
• someone asks you what you just said. did you say something? you said so many things. you said nothing. you said everything.
• there is something you’re forgetting. you check. you check again. there is nothing you’re forgetting. there is something you’re forgetting.
• you had something to say. you can’t remember. it was important. wasn’t it? you can’t remember. 
• there is a task that needs to be done. it should take ten minutes. you check the clock. it’s been five minutes. you check the clock. it’s been two days.

Who gave you this summary of my week

• you are excited to do the thing. you are eager to do the thing. you do not do the thing and you cannot say why. your body is operated by a force beyond yourself.
• you awake and lie in bed. you plan a detail to-do list in your head. excited, you step out of bed only to feel the motivation drain off of you like oil from a duck’s back. the bed calls to you like a siren to a sailor
• did you lock the door? if you check, you will have locked the door. if you do not check, you will not have locked the door. if you check and have locked the door there is a reasonable chance you will accidentally unlock the door. there is no way to win this game.
• you are hungry. you eat nothing. you are not hungry. you eat everything. the moon laughs at you.
• you have had a tune stuck in your head for three days now. it is not a tune that exists on earth. it will not leave.

how do you infinite scroller webcomic people DO IT

the weather is getting hot here so fair warning that i’m entering my insufferable hater season ✌️ peace and love tho

hot weather lovers be like yessss i love when my asscrack is sweaty and my skin is sticky and when every insect in a 4 mile radius is sent real time GPS coordinates of my legs

You know what would make a GREAT plot twist? Fidelity.

And yes I mean in the context of romantic relationships, but not only in the context of romantic relationships. Or did AND ROHAN WILL ANSWER mean nothing to you?

not to hijack this post but it reminds me of when my dad’s best friend and his wife had just had their first child, and he had life-threatening complications and went into surgery immediately. as soon as my dad heard he got in the car and drove three hours to be there. he walked into the hospital room, and his best friend wasn’t even surprised. with tears in his eyes he said “I know you. I knew you would come.”