deputychairman:

pearlo:

there’s very few things that drive me up the wall in fandom as much as this weird new assumption that fandom is primarily a space for younger people that older folks are only accepted into in a trial basis if they promise to centralize and accommodate younger fans, and further, anything else is creepy and predatory. IT’S OKAY FOR ADULTS TO PRODUCE CONTENT FOR OTHER ADULTS.

if I have to read “women in their 30s” used as an insult one more time I swear I’ll – step away from that user and just hang out with the other grownups who consistently create good content because I’m also an adult and too busy comparing car insurance to fight with teenagers on the internet, but goddAMMIT I’ll be annoyed

Countermoves

norcumi:

Title: Countermoves

Authors: norcumi and dogmatix

Summary: Dooku continues his power-games with Qui-Gon, and Micah can only try to keep his friend from spiraling into desperate maneuvers.

Wordcount: 4,099

When Obi-Wan opened the door, all Micah could do was wearily wish
that whatever was going on, he could stop being so behind the curve.
Kenobi looked miserable – not the resolute
kind-of-upset-about-potentially-overturning-his-life, but more
things-went-seriously-tits-up miserable. Micah could barely wait till
the door closed before blurting out, “What happened?”

“We got a com call about an hour ago.”

Oh no. “Dooku?”

The stories don’t tell you that heroes are made of blood and guilt and war. They don’t say that heroes break and break and burn. Oh how heroes burn.

The myths don’t mention that sometimes what saves you is the same thing that kills you. That blood can betray you that choices can unmake you. Do you know what it’s like to be unmade? All legends must. The tales glorify and excited but reality is darkness and loss and screaming and hating.

But there is light. There must be light, that’s why heroes are heroes, they make light pierce through the darkness.

Don’t you know legends fall, they falter and they shatter but that’s the point. A legend must remake themselves.

You brave lost boys and girls with a burden you choose to carry before understanding how heavy the world is. You save and save and save but you kill and kill and destroy. Don’t you know that saving the world means destroying yourselves.  

But more importantly others are drawn to you and somehow you find yourself killing to protect them. Your hands are bloody and you point to them and the burning world behind you and say, “This is for you”.

Your mama told you run from boys who would destroy everything for your love but no one warned you what would happen when you make the destruction. The monsters you feared are now afraid of you

Some remember you as saviors others as destroyers but that’s
the price you pay when you try to be heroes by Abby S (the-ships-to-rule-them-all)

Inspired by the writings of @the100writers, @deadcatwithaflamethrower @ink-splotch @cassandraclare @lbardugo and @vaveyard

(via the-ships-to-rule-them-all)

Fuck yes, this is awesome.

(via deadcatwithaflamethrower)

thebibliosphere:

thebibliosphere:

People adding Nazi apologist shit onto my posts like “but nazis invented cell phones and space rockets so without them we’d be less technologically advanced VuV” like buddy, if you think for one second we wouldn’t have eventually made it to the moon or made instant communication devices without mass genocide then I dunno what to tell you except to get the fuck away from me.

Your kind aren’t welcome here.

Also would I “trade” my cell phone for a world with no Nazis?

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?!?!

I’d trade my own life for a world without nazis. Fuck my phone. Fuck going to the moon. Human life should not be the cost of societal and technological progress.

What the fuck is wrong with you.

Sorry to ask a second question, but do you think that if someone forced themselves to stop saying and thinking self-deprecating comments about their own art, their self esteem about their skills would improve? At least a bit? If so, do you have tips on how to do that? Or how to make the inner critic more productive?

norcumi:

cuzosu-blog:

fierceawakening:

naamahdarling:

gingerhaze:

– false confidence goes a LONG way towards becoming actual confidence. 

– but this doesn’t mean being cocky and arrogant. Be open to criticism. Be self-aware.

– nothing will ever come out exactly the way you wanted it to. Just making it is reason enough to be proud. 

– the way you are now isn’t the way you’ll always be. You WILL grow, especially if you make the effort to do so. And by doing that, you’ll already be doing more than most people ever will. 

– it’s okay to suck. A bad drawing doesn’t define your worth, as an artist or a person. A bad drawing is still a drawing, and you still learned something from doing it.

– be honest with yourself about what you did right and ways in which you can improve. Don’t compare your progress to others. Their journey is theirs – yours is yours.

– no matter how insecure you are about your own art, learn how to say something nice about it, and don’t say “I know this sucks” in the caption. 

No, you don’t understand, this literally works.

It worked for me.

I realized that when I posted stuff I’d made, I would say a lot of shit like “ohhhh, I got this off-center” and “uhhh, I know that the texture is a little off” and “eh, I had trouble controlling the depth here and as a result I almost punched through the carving.”

And I realized how upset I would be if someone else pointed those things out about me in comments to my post.  And I thought to myself, then why am I saying this shit to me?

So I quit.  I just cold-turkey quit.  I would WRITE the criticisms I had and then delete them right before posting.  And I would make myself find the things about the piece that were actually good and I would point those out instead.

And at first it felt uncomfortable and raw and anxiety-inducing.

But after a while, I realized that I could acknowledge the things that I wanted to change and do not like privately, and didn’t have to air it to the world.  So I focused on articulating to myself and myself only what I could have done differently, and I did it in a positive way: “I learned not to use paint that was too thick.” “I learned that yellow doesn’t cover darker colors very well.”  “I learned that I need to wait longer between coats.” 

I learned.  I succeeded at learning.

Not “I failed.”

See, what I was doing when I audibly or in print criticized myself and said bad things was sort of softening the punch: if I said these things, then someone else couldn’t come along and make me look and feel stupid by pointing them out.

Joke’s on me.  I nearly always already knew where the flaws were.  All I was doing was drawing attention to the parts that were not successful.  I was hurting myself just as much as anyone else could.

So I just decided that I wouldn’t accept negativity or nonconstructive criticism. Not from others, not from myself.

And I started saying good things about my own work.

And I started feeling a lot better about it.

A lot.

I still get frustrated, and I still produce work I do not like.  At all.

Just, now I focus on what I learned, and if I still can’t figure out what I did wrong, I set it aside and I wait while I work on other things, and eventually I will advance enough that I realize where I took a wrong turn.

So pay equal attention to your good qualities, and to anything you can learn from your mistakes, do not draw attention to your mistakes because you will see those mean words every time you go back and look at the work you posted.  Work as much as you can, and know that by doing so, you are improving all the time, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

And yes, never ever compare yourself to others.  It’s okay to look at stuff and say “I like how they did X thing.  I would like my things to look like X thing in that particular way.  How can I go about doing that?”  Do not criticize yourself for not being as good as they are.

You are your own worst critic.  Try to set aside some time to be your own best cheerleader, too.  Find nice things to say to yourself.  Try very hard to do that every day.  

And never say anything to yourself that you would not say to a very dear friend who asked for help.  “I think this would have looked better with a warmer blue” is fine.  “This background fucking sucks” is not okay.  You would not say that to your friend.

And never treat yourself in any way that you wouldn’t treat a pet.  Your Artistic Process is a shy little thing that wants you to love it.  Desperately.  Criticizing it and using a mean tone of voice and telling it that it’s bad and did bad and is a bad Artistic Process, so bad, bad Art, BAD, doesn’t make it grow bigger and stronger.  It shrinks it down and makes it cry in the corner and that is very sad.  Praising it and saying nice things to it make it better.  You don’t train a puppy by beating it.  You train a puppy by cleaning up its puppy mistakes and praising it when it succeeds and showing it love when it fails but was trying hard.  Your inner artistic critter is the same.

And don’t tell yourself “I should be better than this, I should be BRAVE SOLDIER DOG, not puppy!”  We are all, every single one of us, puppies deep down inside.  Our artistic process SHOULD be like a puppy, a joyous happy thing, full of energy and potential.  And it can be, if you learn to be gentle and kind to yourself.

Good luck.  ❤

I am not going to claim universality here, but adopting the maxim “attempt to be as kind to yourself as you would be to someone else” vastly improved my mental health.

it didn’t solve everything magically, yes i’m on meds now, etc etc, but it really, really helped.

@norcumi, hope you see this. 🙂

❤ Thank you!

And yes. YES YES YES all of this. It took me a long time to learn
this, and it’s one of the most important tools I have. I have a
very loud Inner Critic – not just for my writing and my attempts to
dabble at art, but for everything (yay fucked up relationships. >_<).
One of the things that saves me is that I co-write a fuckton. If
anyone said stuff about my co-author(s) that I say about myself? I’d
punch that asshole and then block them so fast it’d leave a smoking
crater.

I’ve seen another bit of related advice floating around (can’t
find the direct link for the life of me right now, of course) that
helped me. If someone approaches you to tell you that they like a
thing, that’s no reason to tear it down. This is also true of your
own work. If you went up to your favorite author or artist, and
gushed how you love a particular work, and they sat you down and went
through all the things wrong with it
– that’s not cool. Don’t treat yourself that way either.

As folks said: it takes time, and it
feels very uncomfortable at first.

You are worth it, though.