Transgender Snacks

Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw

"Small birds beating the shit out of each other" is my favourite sub-season of spring. Teeny tiny tweety little beauties just full-on fucking brawling over who will reign as the lord of this season and the father of the next generation.

The jorts. They are complete.

How to 'Lock' Your Fics on Ao3

This Guide was created on a PC, mobile may differ but likely not greatly. If you encounter issues, please feel free to contact the mods directly for help.

We recently had a problem with someone scraping Ao3 works for their data set and/or AI training model.

Obviously, this is absolutely out of line, but there's little to no regulation AI right now & not much we can do to defend ourselves from theft besides filing DMCA reports & restricting access to only Archive Users on Ao3 [aka Locking], which I will show how to do below.

You can find the Tumblr post HERE.

Thank you sincerely to the community on Reddit & that Tumblr user for spreading the word.

Locking A New Work:

Open Ao3, create your new work

From there, scroll down to Privacy, look for this section:

3. Select 'Only show your work to registered users'.

Locking An Existing Work:

Open your Dashboard

Locate the Work you want to lock, open it

Right next to the 'Add Chapter' button in the top left corner, you will see 'Edit'. Open that.

Scroll down to Privacy, just like above

Toggle 'Only show your work to registered users' on!

P.S. hi :] -R

When you're attractive (physical, sense of humor, personality, etc) and autistic, it's very hard to get people to take your struggles seriously.

You're frequently alone because you have no idea how to initiate a conversation, read signs of interest, figure out when it's okay to approach someone, etc. You take wild guesses that cause many people to think there's something wrong with you. Sometimes your wild guesses work, but only temporarily. You're right back to being alone shortly after.

You complain about how hard it is to get people to like you.

Then, every once in a while, someone who finds you attractive approaches you and flirts with you. You play along. To anyone who witnesses that, it seems like you have no trouble getting people to like you. They may even be jealous of you. But because you don't know how to continue the interaction beyond just playing along, it doesn't last long. Or you try to continue the interaction without knowing how to do it the right way and your clinginess turns them off.

The next time you complain, they use that one time you were approached as evidence that you're just being negative. But it's not something you can duplicate. It happened out of your control. You can't just wait around for it to happen again. Sure, it probably will happen again eventually, but it could be months before it happens again, and you don't want zero social interaction for months.

New templates, new templates!

If you’re knee-deep in chapter 83 and your characters haven’t even locked eyes yet (we salute your dedication)—or staring down a fix-it fic with dangerously high emotional stakes—we’ve got some templates to help you plan and transform the stories you love.

Find three new templates in Ellipsus (just choose from template when you start a new doc).

The Canon Divergence Template—break the timeline, rewrite the rules, and give your faves the ending they deserve. The Fandom Ship Template—map your ship’s emotional arc, from first emotionally repressed gaze to cathartic confession. The AU Planning Template—modernize, magicalize, or make em rival antique shop owners (you know you want to).

Read the full post over on the blog, and may your slow burns always pay off.

- the Ellipsus Team xo

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Hi,

If you're reading this it means you found the note I slipped in your bag, and you're probably wondering why. The truth is I'm a coward. I don't have the courage to do this with you face-to-face so a letter it has to be.

I think about you all the time. When you told me your favorite song I listened to it on repeat. I wanted to know why it was your favorite, to know what made it special to you. Maybe that makes me sound like a creep. Maybe I am one.

It's like you carved out a part of my brain and made it your home. I think you're amazing. The kind of girl any guy would be lucky to have.

I remember the day we first met. I didn't even want to go to that party, Argyle and Eddie dragged me along. But then I saw you. You were standing in a corner all by yourself. You looked sad. I wanted to make you laugh and when I actually did it became my favorite sound. I wanted to make you laugh every day, forever. We talked all night tucked away in that tree house they had in the back. It was like something out of a movie.

I know it's unfair of me to do this, I promise I'm not trying to hurt anyone. But I think I might be in love with you.

I know what you're going to say. You have a boyfriend. I know. Just thinking about it, about him touching you the way I want to touch you, it makes me want to bang my head against a wall. He doesn't deserve you. I shouldn't say that, but it's the truth. Granted, I'm not sure I deserve you either.

I know you’re happy with him and I'd never want to take that away from you. But I couldn't hold this in any longer. It's selfish, it's so selfish. The plan was to never tell you and just hope that one day I could move on but I couldn’t keep holding onto this secret. I would have burst.

I had to tell you. Just in case there was even a small, miniscule, improbable chance that you felt the same. If you don't, I understand. You can just throw away this letter and we’ll pretend it never happened. Everything can go back to the way it was. I won't hold it against you, I just want you to be happy. But if you do feel the same, if there is even a part of you that does, then meet me at Lovers Lake tomorrow at six.

I'll be waiting for you.

Yours,

Jonathan

A/N: Heres something short and sweet for you anon, I hope you like it! Thank you for coming to Gia's Bar of Blurbs! Don't forget your reciept! ♥️

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What do you think about teenage terfs?

Same as teenage white power boys. It's sad that they're getting radicalised and groomed on the internet, but their own suffering doesn't excuse them for wanting to hurt other people.

i think one of the biggest misconceptions about the story narrated in preacher’s daughter is that isaiah cannibalizes ethel as an act of love.

there is nothing romantic about it. isaiah is sadistic and manipulative, and ethel falls right into his trap. the warm and idyllic love describe in “thoroughfare” is nothing but ethel’s romanticization of her own abduction.

isaiah knows how to play this game very well. he’s practiced. he knows exactly what he is he doing and he picks ethel because she is vulnerable, alone and needs a place to stay, someone to trust. and in fact, she does trust him.

ethel feels bliss in this reality he offers her because it’s been so long since she last felt a sentiment even remotely similar to love. he tells her to be happy and grateful, so she is. (“I'm happier here 'cause he told me I should be”)

he has done this plenty of times. hayden basically confirms it in the demo of “strangers”, when she says “when you chewed me up and shit me out like every bitch you’re done with”. his plan was always to kill ethel. he drugged her and pimped her and when she was starting to become hard to handle, he killed her and ate her.

there was nothing loving about isaiah eating ethel.

he ate her because he was hungry.

┃preacher’s daughter - ethel cain

I find it very funny that you wrote ‘Catholism’ and knowing u could very well edit your own posts u didn’t fix it 🤞🏻

I speak with a lot of confidence about the subject when I literally don't even know how to spell it.