Sativa • Writer • Pan/enby/aro/polyam • any pronouns • ND || Find me on AO3 and fanfiction.net under "Loki and His Favorite Penguin" • Find me on Pinterest and DeviantART under "carrotsnhorses" || Intersectional Feminist • Catholic, Lokean, and Panthiest • Anarcho-communist
If you’ve ever thought to yourself “I basically know who this person is” about a stranger from reading their posts or watching their youtube videos, I guarantee you’re wrong. Yes, even if you’ve been following them for a long time. Knock it off.
It’s possible to know a fictional character purely from the little vignettes in a story because the author has intentionally structured those moments to show every relevant facet of the character. If you finish a story, and there were two scenes where the character was nice and one where they liked rollercoasters, then that’s the character! They are nice and they like rollercoasters.
REAL PEOPLE DO NOT WORK LIKE THIS.
Real people posting on social media may appear somewhat similar to a fictional character being revealed scene by scene. DO NOT FALL FOR IT. You are not being shown a curated collection of carefully authored scenes that intentionally build up to a full character! You are seeing a random assortment of moments when the person felt like posting on social media, filtered through imprecise wording, missing context, whether the person slept well the night before, and who knows how many other factors. Real people are orders of magnitude more complicated than fictional characters because they are not designed to be easily understood by an audience! If you try to interpret social media posts as a found-footage story it will lead only to ruin!
“hurts because i need to move more” and “hurts because i need to not move it at all” should really be different sensations. i should be able to troubleshoot my own body without just picking one and seeing if that makes it worse.
People talk about how Eric is one of the most boring Disney princes, meanwhile the guy DEFINED the word “kill” for me. For the longest time as a kid, whenever I heard the word kill, getting impaled through the stomach was the first thing that came to mind.
i ADORE the anomitinity of tumblr. when i post stupid ass shit from my mush brain on like snapchat or whatever i gotta deal with messages like “are you okay?” and “what does this even mean”. here i can just post 30 pictures of dinosaurs in a row and my followers will be like YEEEEEAAAA BABBY
the other day i posted something on snapchat saying “if we gave monkeys guns i think deforestation would end” and someone sent me a link to an online therapy site i hate it here
i know this really isn’t the point but i’m loving the attempt at spelling anonymity
