Real. There Are Days Where I Can't Even Do The Necessary Things That I Need To Because My Body Just Will

Hey, Jimbo! I saw you scrolling by and wanted to let you know that your writing skills are becoming mallards among men. You're doing great, kiddo. So good luck on that draft. And remember—have fun with it!

Scrolling through the fics of your underappreciated favorite characters only to realize half of them are the ones you wrote

I feel like I always start as an architect, but then there's a turning point where I'm suddenly a gardener.

*In writing terms, an architect is someone who plots out, plans, and outlines things before drafting. A gardener is someone who takes an initial idea and then just writes, seeing how the idea grows without specific plans.

Some people use the terms “plotter” and “pantser” (as in, going by the seat of their pants) for these writing styles, but I prefer architect and gardener.

Chapter 68: Encounter

I REFUSE to accept this as canon. Nope. The League deserve better than the ending they got.

the thought of spinner alone in his cell haunts me. do yall think he wakes up on that shitty prison bed, so similar to the ones he slept on while on the run, and in the time between waking and remembering where he is, subconsciously listens for the sounds of the league as they wake up too?

㋡🥀

Me and the guy who does whatever I ask because I'm always doing some freaky shit in the sack

There should also be mandatory options for sedation and pain management during IUD insertions, greater funding/interest for women's reproductive health studies, and mandatory equal pay for both men and women in every state.

Misogyny as policy treats women as 'less than'.

There is no law that controls a man's body. Now do the same for women.

Equal protection is the law.

It looks different for everyone!

Reblog if you understand that disability is not a monolith and two people with the same disability do not have identical experiences ✨