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Sorry I haven’t really haven’t really been posting much. If you’ve noticed, I’ve, uh… I started writing again. I’m happy too, while I do it. And I know this isn’t my writing blog, but… I just wanted to share that, since I know that not everyone knows I’m a writer.

If you have been using my blog to doomscroll and self harm, please stop. I implore you, please stop. You cannot keep burying yourself in misery.

@multifanderwrites has plenty of stuff to look through.

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I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

Same!

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She's tired, as one is when they haven't slept in days, but also really panicked. That's what she gets for sleeping. "SIR I LEAVE FOR 10 HOURS AND NOW THERE'S FREAKING ZOMBIES"

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He pinches the bridge of his nose, half-exhausted, half-impressed.

“Ten hours? You got ten hours of sleep? That’s called luxury, not a problem. Meanwhile, I’ve had four cups of coffee and a concussion since sunrise. Look, I get it—you’re tired, you’re freaked out, welcome to the club. It’s going to be alright, I have recruited a new team. Sleep in.”

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