Hi everyone! I'm tumblr user dulosis, but you can call me S [they/them]. Welcome to my blog, where I makeageneralfoolofmyself. I have a thing for sweatpants, Selena Gomez, Jesy Nelson, and Taylor Swift, but all you really need to know about me is that (1) I was once voted "most likely to be abducted by aliens and write about it later" during high school for a thing, and (2) when I was in college, me and my best friend drove eight hours just to get ribs. Despite adulthood, I haven't changed much since. Please see this tag for details.
“I’m basically a big butch lesbian. I hosted lesbian parties for ten years. And let me tell you, they adore me. A lot of my closest friends are big butch lesbians. Certainly my best bodybuilding partners: amazing, aggressive, powerful women. Very dominant over the males in the gym. Not dominant over me, of course. Unless they’re busting my balls, because strong women are ball busters. They’re just like the dudes. They are the dudes. They just happen to be dudes that are dudettes. They understand both sides of the fence; which is why we get along so well. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still friends with a lot of ‘dude’ dudes. But a lot of guys are just too rough around the edges when it comes to women. I don’t want any part of it. I find it grotesque. One term I’ve been hearing these last couple years is ‘body count.’ I’ve heard men say: ‘What’s her body count?’ They’re referring to the amount of people a woman has been with. What a pathetic, disgusting, wormy question. How dare you? This is an independent soul. This is a human that needs to be treated with honor and respect. This isn’t some piece of property you can put in a box. Imagine thinking someone is not worthy of you because they were a little experimental when they were younger, or even when they were older. That’s their choice. Leave them alone. A woman can be with whoever she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants. If you ask me, it all comes down to insecurity. A lot of men think: ‘If she’s had a lot of lovers, there will definitely have been somebody better than me.’ They feel threatened, and they try to make that the woman’s problem. What a sad way of viewing things. No matter how many lovers a person has had, they’ll have never been with another you. Every person comes to the table with what they bring to the table. All of us are exactly what we are, different. And that what makes us all so special.”
Sometimes, a fic doesn’t have to get published, it can just be a series of messages on a Discord channel, between a dedicated group of friends going “oooh, you know what else would be cool?” continuously over a period of weeks and months :)
This is the closest I’ve ever gotten to making up stories around a fire with friends btw.
Me, in a hushed voice, dramatically, while roasting a marshmallow over the fire: And so… The Blorbo that was sad and alone… Was not alone anymore.
My friends, collectively, every single time (while also roasting marshmallows): Oh my god, The Blorbo wasn’t alone anymore… 😭😭😭
This is entirely valid and I think we as a society have put so much value on completed, polished narratives that we forget how this kind of storytelling can be just as much fun. Maybe you aren’t a novelist, and can’t polish it into a traditional novel-style story… But who cares? It was fun to make , it was fun to hear, and that’s what really matters.
I love that you can tell her day was made by getting picked to have the bird fly to her, then her shock that he planned this to propose to her. She’s so genuinely happy.
my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice
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