My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him “In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple ‘pro and contra list’ we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate.”
and my dad didn’t really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: “I am having a bad time at the conference”
I too am having a bad time at the conference
Reblog if you too are having a bad time at the conference
Some of y’all act like basic manners, general human decency, and kindness to others is SO MUCH emotional labor. I don’t like that shit.
this age of thinking you don’t owe anyone anything in the name of “protecting your energy” there are many other ways of protecting ur energy without being a total ass to others. yall. do better.
I like haunted houses in theory BUT I have no idea how to react when the actors speak to you. They ask me a question and I just… answer it…
The scariest part of a haunted house is the unscripted social interaction.
Scary nurse in a creepy voice: “Do you have an appointment to see the doctor?”
Me: “Uh. Do you accept walk-ins?”
Scary farmer: “I like to kill people!”
My friend, brightly: “I like to die!”
Zombie : “AARRRGH”
Me : “Do you get dental insurance?”
Zombie : “TEETH!!”
This happened to me.
Scary prison dude: HELLO
Me: Nice to meet you!
Him: (pause) No it’s noooooot
My worst horror house experience was when I couldn’t find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying “please scream as loud as you can when you run out there” and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that
Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend? Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet? Guy: … Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing).
– Got to walk a second time through–
Same guy: My friends -wailing- Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh.
I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.
Specifically, I remember;
There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said “Hi!” and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.
Near the end, there were these twin little girls. “Come play with us.” They said. “Okay!” I said. “Forever.” They said. “Oh, sorry, can’t do that. I’m busy.”
I could hear them giggling.
Guy playing Freddie Kruger: Remember, you are all my children!
Me: thanks dad
A small chorus of teenagers: thanks dad
I went to a haunted corn maze once. Someone ran at me with a chainsaw. I just stared at him. He hung his head and walked away. I left.
The Real Horror Is The People We Dissapointed Along The Way
IM CRYING
My friends and I were in a really dark part of a haunted house and couldn’t find the exit, so the guy who had just jumped out at us had to say “to your left” in his same scary voice he’d used to scream and we were like “thanks!”
And then after a few moments of patting blindly at the wall he says again in the same ominous voice “your other left”
like fundamentally i hold published books and fanfiction to different standards, because they are very different things
i feel like this should go without saying, but some people in fandom don’t understand it. a published book has the expectation that you (or your local library) pay money to get it, and so i have higher standards of quality for it
but fanfic is published for free online. all it is asking of you is your time. so who cares about grammar issues or pacing weirdness or continuity mishaps, because the person writing it was one person, or one person and an equally-unpaid beta reader, so like, it literally does not matter
you know you’re good at your job when every single person tells you “thank god you’re back”
Boss makes a dollar You make a dime You read unsanitary pirate slash On company time
Look if you read fanfic on the clock and everyone is still relieved that you’re back you must just be that got-dang good at your job
Fam, some jobs are like being a firefighter. 90% of the time you’re not doing anything that important, but by golly, when they need you, they need you.
Some jobs, you can fuck around for six hours a day, but you know what you’re doing so well that the work you do in two hours would take somebody else ten.
Some jobs, you spend those two hours preventing other people from making mistakes that would take 100 hours to fix if you weren’t there to steer them right.
So don’t buy into the idea that if you’re not working 480 minutes a day, you’re not doing enough to get paid a day’s wages. That’s the capitalism talking.
You’re a better employee when you keep your morale up, and sometimes you do that by reading fanfiction on the clock in between putting out your little fires.
So this was the unanswered messages in my ask box a couple of days ago:
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and this is the unanswered messages in my ask box today,
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and I’m incredibly grateful to everyone who has said such nice things about the season, and I’m sorry to everyone who had emotions they weren’t expecting, and I’m impressed that so many of you have theories and don’t plan to answer, validate or really even comment on any of them, but mostly I’m just sorry because I probably won’t read whatever you’ve sent, not because I don’t want to but because if I was doing nothing but reading Tumblr asks as a full time job I still wouldn’t catch up with the thousands of asks coming in.
I’m glad you care.
That’s 12,000 asks this month, which means over 400 a day. Again, I’m sorry for all of the ones I haven’t read and haven’t seen. I’m sure many of those were important and most of them were interesting and useful. (Also it’s probably time to look at the drafts because I have a lot of unfinished replies in there.)
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