This Is Why It Is One Of The Best Movies😭💫

Dozens of NYC Subway riders, fresh off a Robyn concert, singing “Dancing On My Own” while waiting for the E train. (Video by Triszh Hermogenes) 

❤✨️✨️

There’s this fic on AO3 that, according to my history page, I have visited 176 times.  Which means I alone am responsible for 176 hits on that fic.  I commented on some of the chapters, but only a few, because I feel like a stalker when I comment every week.  I gave it kudos, but I can only give it one, even though it’s one of my favorites.

So just remember, when you’re looking at that hit count and wondering why you don’t have that same number of kudos (divided by the number of chapters, because each one of those also counts as a hit), it might be because some people out there love your fic.  They read it when they’re feeling down.  They open it in the waiting room at the doctors office, or in the lonesome dark of night.  They turn to it in celebration when they did something right.  They open it over and over so they can send the link to their friends, or just to revisit the characters that they love.  They checked it ten times in one day, hoping that you had updated.

A disparity between hits and kudos does not mean that your readers didn’t like your fic, or that they were too lazy to hit the kudos button.  It means that some of them came back, and there’s nothing that makes me happier about my writing than that.

how to write smut

 - Fire. Everything is metaphorically on fire  - All the things that are on fire are also dripping  - Name seven things in the room. Those seven things are now pulsing  - Pulsing with fiery drippery  - Someone is heaps like a swan  - Five sentences of physically implausible positions  - The transition of two of those positions would probably turn one person inside out and heaps maim the other person  - Three hundred names for a penis  - One really poorly thought out name for a vagina  - Both are on fire, but neither have chlamydia  - She didn’t think she could do the thing. She did the thing. She gasps for the thirteenth time this paragraph  - He stuck his throbbing memberpoledickpenisrodthingbishophosejackhammertool into her flowery fuckhole  - Person A is bending backwards into anatomically incorrect positions again, nobody seems to care or call an exorcist  - Person B hasn’t stopped gasping, someone should probably find an inhaler to alleviate their “swanlike neck”  - Ends in some kind of imagery of fireworks or sunset or some other really orange thing you’d see on a middle age woman’s screensaver

not all of it is bad i think….…. we are going to be okay i think.

Woah never thought of it this way🤡

At first Ratajkowski stuck by her argument, telling journalists that “female sexuality and sexiness, no matter how conditioned it may be by a patriarchal ideal, can be incredibly empowering for a woman”. But as the years went by her opinions around that video, and her empowerment, changed. “In my early twenties it had never occurred to me that the women who gained their power from beauty were indebted to the men whose desire granted them that power in the first place. Those men were the ones in control,” she writes. “Facing the reality of the dynamics at play would have meant admitting how limited my power really was.”

Emily Ratajkowski: ‘I had succeeded by commodifying my body. So why was I so unhappy?’ The Sunday Times

some of my favs

The Art of Hiroshi Yoshida

Hiroshi Yoshida was a 20th-century Japanese painter and woodblock printmaker. He is regarded as one of the greatest artists of the shin-hanga style, and is noted especially for his excellent landscape prints. Yoshida travelled widely, and was particularly known for his images of non-Japanese subjects done in traditional Japanese woodblock style.

kathony + tags part 10

The parallels between Will Byers and Henry Creel | Peter Ballard | Vecna | 001