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we're going to have an OLDER BROTHER summer. we will be drinking MONSTER. we will be LIFTING WEIGHTS. we will be ignoring our MOM. we will be surviving off of CHIPS and NOODLES. we will NOT be SHOWERING. we will only be putting on AXE DEODORANT. we will be bothering PRETTY WOMEN and getting REJECTED. OLDER BROTHER SUMMER !!

I really like the analogy comparing making a discord server to discuss a creator's works without also posting publicly where they can see it and know they're appreciated to locking yourselves in a room to talk about how much you love a baker's cakes and excluding them, but.

Ok. Imagine you spent your early culinary career making that horrible 50s jello food. It's bad. Like really bad. Somehow, though, you debut your first cake recipe and it's fucking incredible. Not too sweet, not too tart or bitter, not too airy, not too dense--it's just fantastic. The world loves it and they make sure you know that. Riding that high you get back in your kitchen and make another cake. Except surprise! Under the frosting, it's all mayonnaise jello and everyone who tries it gets a nasty shock. Your first cake was so good that nobody really talks about the second one aside from furtive whispers in dark alleyways. But never one to be daunted, you get to work on a third cake and spend years on it--you scrap parts of the recipe a few times, but it's finally ready and you show it to the world. People who only tried your first cake come in with high hopes and are not disappointed; people who tried your jello cake are pretty leery at first but you blow their expectations out of the water. This is your best cake yet, as close to perfect as it can be. It's so good, in fact, that one day you get an invitation to hang out in a room where a bunch of people who liked it (and your first cake) have been talking about your cakes and sharing their own recipes inspired by you. They give you a nice comfy arm chair in a cozy but prestigious corner where people can come ask you questions about the baking process or what particular flavors you used or anything that strikes your fancy. Little do you know, though, in the room next door, a bunch of people who liked your cakes also discovered your jello food (which is still on display in your bakery) and are passing it around, trying it, and just marveling at how spectacularly bad it is. You just go between the bakery and your little armchair, working on cakes and talking to your fans about them, blissfully unaware.

You are Andrew Taylor Weir, critically acclaimed author of The Martian and Project Hail Mary.

dude your poem fucking bit me

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it makes me sad the way cis women are so terrified of and disgusted by their own body hair. and i'm not talking "i have to shave for sensory reasons" i mean i keep seeing videos of women using hair identifier spray on their faces and hands so they can shave the tiniest barely-there bits of peach fuzz that came free with their bodies. hair that serves a purpose and that purpose is cleanliness and protection. i mean when i was in elementary school girls who had barely hit puberty were talking about shaving their arms. i mean full-grown adult women who will have a breakdown if they see two days of stubble on their legs/crotch/ jaw/pits because god forbid you don't look like a perfect plastic barbie doll. god forbid your body that keeps you alive comes with hair that may not be soft and glossy and photogenic. some women are so afraid of having any hair apart from their head and eyebrows that they've uno reversed themselves into six different kinds of gender dysphoria that they can't recognize as such because they're convinced that this unnatural state of highly-groomed capital-informed beauty is how women have always been. you're so scared of looking "gross" or "ugly" or "mannish" that you can't even look at your body in the mirror and recognize what it is. sister you are an ape. why are you so determined to deny your nature.

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

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Just saw the firebringer proposal in person no one @ me, talk to me, or gesture at me if it's not about the firebringer proposal for the foreseeable future