Happy Birthday To Me!!

This is exactly why he's my favorite fantasy character of all time.

guys do you get it when i say aragorn is the definition of the words "gentle", "love", and "beauty". not in the conventional way, but i think aragorns existence itself defines those words. the ranger in him grins, as free as the winds and you see that chaos in him and yet you also feel his quiet strength that makes him uniquely aragorn. the whimsy of the elves as estel grew up to be the man now known as aragorn. gentle as he sings to the trees, sings to his horse.... his calloused hands cradling everything with such tenderness someone might wonder how he does that when it's been hardened by years of fighting with a sword and shouldering burdens.... aragorns love at the same time is something beyond either romantic or platonic, its the type of love that you just give out to the world. love built on courage, and kindness, and faith, and hope, as what his name estel means.... and to be able to love like that..... i think is what you call a being who embodies beauty.....

hey not sure if you heard but it's actually probably better if you don't go gentle into that good night

"Ice, is my character a stereotype?Is my story stereotypical?"

Lesson 6: "Let's Have a Talk, First"- Stereotypes, pt 1

Lesson 6: “Why’s she so rude?” (She’s Not)- Stereotypes, pt2

Lesson 6: "Is He the Threat (Or Are You?)"- Stereotypes, pt 3

Application Example: How to spot a Stereotype: An Example

Before you ask me this, I need you to read every lesson and click and search through every single link!

There are as many ways to accidentally (or purposely!) scribble up a stereotype as there are stories to tell. It takes our entire lives to learn and keep up with the ways media (fiction and nonfiction) will find ways to depict us negatively in a narrative. Why would it be any easier for you? 😅

If you actually want to develop the skill to see what and how stereotypes manifest in your media, you have to study it. It will take you time! You will have to read, and then you will have to apply what you've read! That's part of media analysis and comprehension! Because at the end of the day, I could present you with a surface level, lovely story containing a stereotypical narrative, but if you didn't know what to look for and why, you wouldn't see it.

And again, I will always tell you to engage with Black stories. Why do you want to put me in your stories, but you don't want to engage with anything created by me? Why do you want to know how to write my voice, but you're not willing to read anything spoken by my voice? How else do you plan on figuring that out? What is your intention, here? Let's ask ourselves these questions!

y'all. i'm, like, re-reading some of my older writing from a few months ago, to procrastinate on my new writing, and, like...

i'm actually good at this. somehow. don't fuckin ask me how, i got no clue, but like...

I'M ACTUALLY GOOD AT WRITING

I DIDN'T JUST GASLIGHT MYSELF INTO THINKING THAT I WAS

this is the dream folks i have no writing published anywhere and i'm writing this post to procrastinate writing a sex scene cause im a wuss and i'm really fuckin tired but like

this is the dream. i'm good at this. for real.

so to all you writers out there:

you. are. good. at. writing.

you didn't just gaslight yourself into thinking you were, you aren't just delusional, YOU ARE GOOD AT WRITING!

keep your chins up y'all if i'm good at this so are you

Tom Brown, a 79-year-old from Clemmons, North Carolina, has spent over 20 years of his retirement tracking down rare, nearly extinct apple varieties that once flourished across Appalachia. Driven by his passion for rediscovering these heirlooms, Brown has revived more than 1,200 unique apple types with whimsical names like Brushy Mountain Limbertwig, Mule Face, and Tucker’s Everbearing.

His journey began in 1998 after encountering heritage apples at a farmers’ market, inspiring him to search for “lost” apples that hadn’t been tasted in over a century. Stretching across the Appalachian region—from southern New York to northern Alabama—Brown scours old maps, orchard catalogs, and historical records, often driving hours and knocking on doors to find forgotten orchards or lone trees tucked in remote areas.

When he finds a lost variety, Brown grafts clippings onto trees in his own orchard, where he cultivates and sells them for just $15 to encourage others to create “mini preservation orchards.” Despite the challenge of aging trees and a dwindling population of local knowledge keepers, Brown remains determined, calling the work both fun and fulfilling.

“It’s a thrill to rediscover them,” he says. “I’m happy as a lark.” Brown’s mission not only preserves these apples but also honors the heritage of the region, where generations of families once prided themselves on cultivating unique varieties in their backyards.

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

"do you want women competing against trans athletes" yes? I also want women competing against male athletes. and competing alongside them. because segregating sports by gender is extremely shitty actually?

being a hobbyist writer means oscillating between 'i don’t care if no one reads my work, it’s just for me' and 'i need my debut novel to outsell tolkien and rowling combined.'

can someone just. explain to me what romance is. please. cause I really got no fucking clue and I wanna know but every time I google it I'm met with "picnics and dancing and stargazing and GENERALLY PLATONIC THINGS"

or is this just me being. really fuckin aroace.

I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.

I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.

Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.

Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.