Adventures in writing with pipuhattar
A quick reminder that I write fanfic as strawberriesandtophats on ao3.
I write mostly hurt/comfort, lgbt+ found family and character analysis stories. Notable fandoms are: Discworld, The Untamed, Our Flag Means Death and Good Omens.
Recent fics:
Concerning Atlas, a My Hero Academia longfic written with @the-tao-of-fandom that focuses on breaking apart the state-sponsored hero industry, nailing down the theme of community and support as well as adding a generous amount of hijinks and various special interests. Oh, and watch out for All Might. Just a hint.
The Burger Joint AU, a Our Flag Means Death fic where Izzy Hands and Calico Jack work in the restaurant business, try to stay afloat and accidentally fall in love.
Older fics:
Seeds in a garden (that you’ll never get to see), a post-canon The House in the Cerulean Sea fic where Linus and Arthur go back to the city to sell Linus’ house.
A Honored Guest, a Good Omens fanfic, Outside POV from the perspective of the sushi chef in the restaurant concerning his strange and possibly immortal customer.
Park that booty (on the hood of the best car in the galaxy), an introspective fic about gender-fuckery, found family and masks.
The Dresscode doesn’t involve scarlet cloaks or cowboy hats (you wear them anyway), a Night at the Museum AU fic where Jedediah and Octavius are teachers going on a road-trip to an academic conference, hijinks and shenanigans abound.
Please feel free to reblog!
etherea1ity:
stars-and-birds:
quick what is everyone doing right now
okay reblogging this again just to say that i love love love reading these,, like it’s so incredible how we’re all doing such vastly different things at the same time…ik it’s an obvious thing but it’s also insane to think about.
probablyavpd:
Not many people talk about how deep emotional neglect hurts you.
I’m afraid to want things. I’m afraid to ask for help. I’m afraid to tell someone something if they seem in a bad mood. I can’t process when someone is nice to me. I can’t handle rejection, but my brain literally short circuits if someone gives me a compliment to the point where sometimes the rejection is better.
There are lots of overlap with emotional abuse, but emotional neglect hurts just as much. And it’s even worse that it usually goes undetected, so a lot of people can’t tell they’re being neglected until it’s too late.
mostly-funnytwittertweets:
asexualdindjarin:
@pscentral event 09: comfort → comfort movie: pride (2014) dir. matthew warchus
And why should gay people like me support the miners?
Because miners dig for coal, which produces power, which allows gay people like you to dance to Bananarama till 3 o'clock in the morning.
bellamyblakru:
are they… you know… [trying to die for each other while adamantly refusing to acknowledge their feelings] soulmates?
furryprovocateur:
i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.
phoenixonwheels:
britcision:
bitt-better:
britcision:
Hey when you move out on your own the most important food tip I can give you is “maybe you don’t hate x maybe your guardians just cooked it wrong”
The number of foods I have learned I really like if they’re Fucking Seasoned
The number of foods I’ve introduced friends to that they warned me they’d always hated til I let them try a piece of mine
Also marinade things for 24 hours the second you have your own fridge it is a GAME CHANGER you thought you knew food but you have never met her
Oh absolutely
Steamed diced carrots? Hell no
Seared and peppered carrot spears with bell pepper slices and then with a little bit of butter drizzle? I suddenly love carrots and I’m also eating a SECOND vegetable, its a fucking miracle
Oooh yes also every squash EVER tastes 90% better if you roast it with garlic and roasted red pepper seasoning and just a tiny drizzle of honey
Don’t like vegetables? Have you tried pan roasting them with olive oil and garlic and maybe some diced bacon on top?
kaity–did:
procrastinatorkimberlygrey:
kaity–did:
kaity–did:
kaity–did:
Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know there is a lot of discourse ™ around this right now but listen to me
sometimes you do just have to lie to children.
If, when my toddler is, you know, toddling around saying “mama? Big ball?”
If I were lean down and say “unfortunately the big beach ball for some reason fills you with such an unadulterated rage that is beyond human comprehension that you scream until you pass out, so mama had to remove the beach ball from the premises until you can better regulate your emotions” she would simply stare at me like I had 3 heads full of equal betrayal.
So, for now, instead “big ball went night night!”
Please understand when I say “removed the ball from the premises” I mean I popped it in a fit of exhausted confusion. I murdered the beach ball.
See I’ve lied to you all too and it was better this way.
you can’t just leave this in the tags etc.
You can’t be funnier then me on my own posts, I’m in tears from laughter
cy-cyborg:
What able bodied authors think I, an amputee and a wheelchair user, would want in a scifi setting:
- Tech that can regenerate my old meat legs.
- Robot legs that work just like meat legs and are functionally just meat legs but robot
- Literally anything that would mean I don’t have to use a wheelchair.
- If I do need to use a wheelchair, make it fly or able to “walk me” upstairs
What I actually want:
- Prosthetic covers that can change colour because I’m too indecisive to pick one colour/pattern for the next 5+ years.
- A leg that I can turn off (seriously, my above knee prosthetic has no off switch… just… why?)
- A leg that won’t have to get refitted every time I gain or loose weight.
- A wheelchair that I can teleport to me and legs I can teleport away when I’m too tierd to keep walking. And vice versa.
- In that same vein, legs I can teleport on instead of having to fiddle around with the sockets for half an hour.
- Prosthetic feet that don’t require me to wear shoes. F*ck shoes.
- Actually accessible architecture, which means when I do want to use my wheelchair, it’s not an issue.
- Prosthetic legs with dragon-claw feet instead of boring human feet or just digigrade prosthetics that are just as functional as normal human-shaped ones.
- A manual wheelchair with the option to lift my seat up like those scissor-lift things so I’m not eye-level with everyone’s butt on public transport/so I can reach the top shelf by myself.
- A prosthetic foot that lights up when it hits the ground like those children’s shoes.
Reblogged from
tarakau
1 day ago
pupyjpeg:
My absolute hottest take is that, from a culturally relative perspective, no food is bad. None of it. It’s an expression of culture, art, history, ecology, material conditions, subjective taste. It’s all inedible pap to somebody and the taste of childhood for someone else. Americans be eating cheesed burger. Pea wet is as good as gravy in Wigan. The French eat snails and the Inuit eat seal, the Germans eat sauerkraut and the Russians drink kvass, the Inca ate cavy and the Romans ate flamingo. People around the world have been eagerly awaiting their serving of simple bread or thin porridge or fermented milk product or pickled whatever-the-fuck since we learned to cook food over fire. We all love the slop we grew up eating. Food is a reflection of millennia of culture and loving human artistic expression. Attempting to extrapolate largely harmless online food banter into actual serious comparative rankings or half-baked critical analyses of cultures based on how much you subjectively don’t like what they eat is a miserable way to live. Live a little. Peace and love on the only planet with food.