fuckyeahasexual:

Remember Standing Rock.

Remember the Muslim travel ban.

Remember Afghan and Iraqi interpreters.

Remember Charlottesville.

Remember Heather Heyer.

Remember Stephen Miller.

Remember Joe Arpaio.

Remember Puerto Rico.

Remember the lifting of the ban on military gear for police.

Remember Bears Ears.

Remember “shithole countries.”

Remember the DREAMers.

Remember child separation.

Remember Steve King.

Remember the Black Voters Matter bus in Louisville, Georgia.

Remember North Dakota voter ID.

Remember Citizens United.

Remember Cambridge Analytica.

Remember dominionism.

Remember Steve Bannon.

Remember Roger Stone.

Remember Merrick Garland.

Remember Obamacare repeal.

Remember Erik Prince.

Remember Betsy DeVos.

Remember the tariffs and the trade war.

Remember net neutrality.

Remember “the enemy of the people”.

Remember the emoluments clause.

Remember Paul Manafort.

Remember Michael Cohen.

Remember gerrymandering.

Remember the federal deficit.

Remember the tax fraud.

Remember Crimea.

Remember Semion Mogilevich.

Remember Flight MH17.

Remember Vladimir Putin.

Remember novichok.

Remember NATO.

Remember Helsinki.

Remember Montenegro.

Remember Maria Butina.

Remember “I like people who weren’t captured.”

Remember “if we have them, why can’t we use them?”

Remember Xinjiang.

Remember Rodrigo Duterte.

Remember Jared Kushner and Mohammed bin Salman.

Remember the Rohingya.

Remember refugees.

Remember HIV and HPV.

Remember Recep Tayyip Erdoğan.

Remember Trump “fell in love” with Kim Jong Un.

Remember Jamal Khashoggi.

Remember “grab ‘em by the pussy”.

Remember the global gag rule.

Remember Roy Moore.

Remember Roe v. Wade.

Remember Christine Blasey Ford.

Remember the Paris Agreement.

Remember Scott Pruitt.

Remember ANWR.

Remember the trans military ban.

Remember “he wants to hang them all!”

Remember the pipe bombs.

Remember Marjory Stoneman Douglas.

Remember the NRA.

Remember the First Baptist Church  in Jeffersontown, and the Kroger.

Remember the Tree of Life.

Remember oversight power.

Remember voter suppression.

Remember the ineptitude, the deceit, the cruelty, and the glee.

Election Day is Tuesday, November 6th.

REMEMBER TO VOTE.

theliteraryarchitect:

It’s okay. Your desire to write will return. Your desire to do other things you love will come back, too. You’re not weak. You’re just having a hard time right now. Try not to add self-judgment on top of everything else. Depression is hard enough without blaming yourself for it.

We (in the US specifically) live in a productivity-obsessed, emotion-phobic culture which blames individuals for “failing” when they are anything but hyper-productive and relentlessly optimistic. This cultural narrative so pervasive that it’s difficult to see the high standards we set for ourselves for what they really are: Complete and total bullshit.

Despite the rampant cultural garbage that teaches us to interpret emotional ups and downs as an aberration, MANY writers and artists (and people in general!) struggle with depression and other mood “disorders.” It is not uncommon for us, among other things, to go through periods of hyperactivity followed by depressive episodes in which we get very little accomplished. I am not saying you shouldn’t try to alleviate your depression or work to find ways to minimize your suffering in the short or long term. I’m just saying there’s nothing wrong with you, and you aren’t alone.

I’m going to say that again:

If you’re having a hard time writing or enjoying writing right now because you’re depressed, you aren’t alone.

I wish I had some kind of magical answer. I don’t. But I do know that accepting your depression and loving yourself anyway beats the hell out of berating yourself for feeling like this. So, with that in mind, this might be all I have to offer:

I think you’re doing a great job. I’m sorry you feel like shit. I’m on your side whether you’re writing or not; whether you feel good or not; whether you’re being “productive” or not; whether you wanted to get out of bed this morning or not. You’re still a writer to me, even if you’re not writing right now. You don’t have to prove yourself to me or anyone else. I love you, and I hope you feel better soon.

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The Literary Architect is a writing advice blog run by me, Bucket Siler. For more writing help, check out my Free Resource Library, peruse my post guide, or hire me to edit your novel or short story. xoxo

spndystopiabang:

The 2019 edition of the SPN Dystopia Bang (our third round) will be opening for author, artist and beta reader sign ups from December 1st 2018.

• For this bang, authors are expected to write a dystopian themed story of at least 10,000 words.
• Artists are expected to complete at least one piece of accompanying art.

We have a new and improved schedule for this round, making it easier for authors and artists to complete their creations.

We have a clearer set of rules and FAQ for this round, to ensure you know what’s expected of you.

So watch this space and join us from December 1st.

~ dreamsfromthebunker and enoliel

ladylilithprime:

karategirl80:

demisexual-polyamory:

daja-the-hypnokitten:

onemillionspiders:

acesapphic:

Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex? 

Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!”  Alas, I always can. And I’m  sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.

 Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.

I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.

I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure. 

But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.

 But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa. 

I love this

The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!

This needs to be on my blog.

I only drink coffee occasionally. I will ALWAYS drink Turkish but only get it every once in a while. When I find it.

I have a small collection of mugs I really enjoy.

I really like this…. except I really like coffee…*tries to think of something to replace coffee with in this analogy*….hmmmmmm

Pretty much anything you can consume out of preference or habit or social interaction can work here. Coffee, tea, pie (yes, some people genuinely don’t care for pie). So long as the point of “other people might like it but I don’t and that’s fine” doesn’t get lost.

Ahha! Like hoppy beer!!! Yesssss…I found the thing!!!!

demisexual-polyamory:

daja-the-hypnokitten:

onemillionspiders:

acesapphic:

Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex? 

Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!”  Alas, I always can. And I’m  sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.

 Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.

I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.

I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure. 

But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.

 But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa. 

I love this

The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!

This needs to be on my blog.

I only drink coffee occasionally. I will ALWAYS drink Turkish but only get it every once in a while. When I find it.

I have a small collection of mugs I really enjoy.

I really like this…. except I really like coffee…*tries to think of something to replace coffee with in this analogy*….hmmmmmm

just-shower-thoughts:

If polar bears were in Antarctica too, they’d be bipolar bears.

osnaart:

here you go! love me some Boyking AU 💛