A fanfiction is only good if all of the conflict and angst in the entire 200,000 words could’ve been solved if they’d just had one honest conversation in chapter one
I want to be in chapter eighty three listening to my unreliable narrator be like “he stroked my hair softly, tucking a curl behind my ear. It was probably a show of friendship, I thought. I met his azure orbs for a moment and saw an emotion I couldn’t place, and for a brief moment I almost considered confessing everything. But before I could speak he padded away down the hall, shoulders heavy.” Like I’ll scream every time.
i’ve talked a lot about catra being the scapegoat, but now i want to talk about adora being the golden child. it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, that’s for sure.
when adora was a child, shadow weaver told her that she was responsible for catra’s behavior, and by extension, her punishments. no, adora wouldn’t be punished for it, but catra would, and that was probably worse. this likely instilled the idea that, if catra got hurt because she “misbehaved” (read: did normal kid things), then it was actually adora’s fault–not catra’s (which it isn’t) nor shadow weaver’s (which it is). if catra suffered, then it was because adora wasn’t trying hard enough–to distract shadow weaver with her own accomplishments or convince catra to stay in line or whatever.
catra completely misinterpreted this, assuming that adora enjoyed this favoritism. is this the reaction of someone who enjoys being the golden child, or is this the reaction of someone who’s terrified?
a lot of people have assumed that adora’s behavior is arrogant, but i think it’s actually just…what she’s been told and taught–
–that she’s important, but not necessarily useful unless she’s doing everything the “right” way. sometimes, being important isn’t actually very comforting; it just gives you more power to make mistakes and let people down.
shadow weaver gave adora the illusion of control over more than her own behavior, and when that illusion crumbled, adora was left with…herself, and a sword. it’s no wonder that she clung to the sword as a source of validation and importance, a way for her to actually help people.
this also explains why she feels such strong guilt for anything bad that happens around her, which light hope recognizes and exploits. all adora wants to do is protect her friends (and, y’know, etheria–no pressure though), but what if she only hurts them? she’s convinced that she does have the power to save everyone, that she is important enough to do everything, and yet, she fails, again and again. even when she has the physical power to throw things around, she can’t heal plumeria’s tree or glimmer’s abilities, because she’s just not good enough.
being the golden child, being told that you’re special and amazing and perfect…a lot of people buckle under that pressure and end up paralyzed by fear that they can’t truly accomplish anything.
luckily, adora has found friends who truly do not blame her for not being able to save everyone, and she finds the strength to get up again and try.
This is actually really interesting and I love this
I’m not done being emotionally compromised by Samwise Gamgee in that scene in Shelob’s lair. He absolutely knows what the Ring has done to Frodo, mentally and spiritually – the thing that finally convinces him that Frodo must be dead is the fact that he doesn’t react to having the Ring taken from him. At some level, Sam knows that nothing but death could separate Frodo and the Ring now; that as long as Frodo lives he can’t willingly give it up.
And that’s a truth that neither of them can possibly afford to articulate to themselves, because what happens when we reach the Fire.
Oh no.
Oh no.
So both of them know that Frodo cannot, while he lives, willingly give up the Ring. Unlike Sam, I think that Frodo, so to speak, knows that he knows this. He knows there’s no hope, but he goes on anyway.
Sam knows it, but he has hope. Frodo is good, Frodo has him, Sam, to help him, something will happen to work everything out.
But even as early as the passage of the Marshes, Frodo says: “If the One goes into the Fire, and we are at hand? I ask you, Sam, are we ever likely to need bread again?” Look at that, look how depersonalized the language is: Frodo can’t even speak about casting the One into the Fire.
@staff so let me just make sure I’ve got this straight
I’ve got till December 17th to get rid of all my explicit posts, which could be located anywhere in the mess of 80k+ posts made over the period of 7+ years
They may or may not include explicit text posts or explicit classic art, because those may or may not be acceptable under the new rules, due to an arbitrary selection process
You’re not going to send me an email informing me which of the 80k+ posts you found explicit so I can remove them, but you will flag my blog as explicit and won’t bother to send me an email about that either
And those posts you did flag, and didn’t let me know you flagged them, may actually be explicit, or they might just be pictures of sand dunes and rocks
Did I get all that right?
😑😑😑
Also now, we can’t even see the flags, that may or may not still be there, anymore. Thanks, @staff, nice work on that whole kinder better community.
anyway, my older sister was adopted when she was almost 16 (kinda on accident too), and because of that she got away from an abusive household, went from barely passing classes to being an honour student, and launching into a career where she’s happy and healthy and paying her own way. just two years of parenting where she had 3 meals a day, a bedtime, and parents to help and protect her changed her life radically. Plus, i got an older sister
As someone not involved in the development of pillowfort but am a web developer, I think you should lower your expectations, but not for the reason you think.
Pillowfort is a baby. A newborn. A smol bab. If you were here during the early days of Tumblr, think of that.
Pillowfort simply cannot be the immediate solution to your woes. It needs to be nurtured and cared for to become a mature and happy adult.
If you want Pillowfort to work, they’ll need feedback, advice, bug reports, etc. This is a chance to make Pillowfort the Ao3 of Fanfiction.net. It’s not gonna happen overnight, you need to give it time and love and it’ll get there.
If you don’t want to pay money to get into the beta, that’s ok. It will be open to the public soon enough and you won’t have to pay a dime. Their financial model moving forward sounds good (a subscription fee for super extra features), but even an Ao3 model would work swell for them probably.
We’re living in an interesting time on the internet. Governments across the world are cracking down on content and yet community run websites are starting to thrive more and more.
Tumblr once upon a time was what Pillowfort is today, but this time, let’s make sure Pillowfort can stay independent from mega corporations.
yes this
most of the criticism i’ve seen of pf so far ultimately come back to this
is it an alright platform with a good community? yes. does it have a lot of potential? yes. does it have a lot of problems still being worked out? yes. are the staff open and responsive? absolutely. do i recommend it? yes, if you’re willing to live in a house while it’s being built.
but it’s not a ready-made replacement for tumblr. set your expectations accordingly.
Ron just got his howler from his mom yelling at him for stealing the car. He seems super embarrassed and most of the Great Hall is laughing. But here’s the thing:
Ron is 12 years old.
Ron stole a car.
Ron fucking stole a fucking car at the age of TWELVE.
I would not be laughing at him. Ronald Weasley is a fucking bad ass. When was the last time you jacked a car Malfoy? That’s what I thought. Bitch.
Harry woke up at 3 am, wrote this, and went back to sleep.
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