Come Into My Head

eruvadhril:

eruvadhril:

I actually think it’s a tragedy for English literature that the inexorable march of time has erased all traces of the Lord of the Rings/Pride and Prejudice crossover fic that was written by the teenage Terry Pratchett.

Y’all haven’t heard about the time Terry Pratchett wrote Lord of the Rings/Pride and Prejudice crossover fic?

[Relevant section: “Before I’d even heard the word ‘fandom’ I was writing weird fan fiction. I wrote a crossover story setting Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice in Middle-earth; the rest of the kids loved it, becaues a class of thirteen-year-old boys with volcanic acne and groinal longings is not best placed to appreciate Miss Austen’s fine prose. It was a really good bit when the orcs attacked the rectory…”]

(via gehayi)

phinarei:

drarrymylove:

naughtylupine:

crowzley:

Does anybody else get legitimately worried when a fanfic author who was updating regularly just suddenly disappears with no warning? Like, is it a serious case of writers block or are they in a coma? Did they just up and quit? Was it me? Were my reviews not good enough?! Did they die 😳?! Were they kidnapped? Do I need to file a missing persons report? Excuse me officer, there’s been 13 weekly updates and now nothing for months! Find them! What’s their name?! Name!? I don’t know their name but they write 3k+ chapters and I need them safe and back in my life!

Sir, that’s my emotional support fanfic author.

Officer: i’m sorry, but you can’t file this person missing.

Me: you don’t have all the facts.

Officer: which are?

Me: i love them.

So, painful story, but I’ve really needed to tell it for a while.

My best friend, the woman I loved for 13 years, was a fic writer in the middle of an especially long piece. She updated on a schedule and had for years. She had a small, but loyal following.

And then she died out of nowhere. One day we were laughing, the next she was in a coma, 3 days later she was dead. She hadn’t been ill and to this day we don’t know what took her. She was just gone.

I knew she had friends all over the world so I went into her email to see if I could find addresses and notify people after a week of blind grief. In her inbox were about a dozen concerned messages from her readers. I cried. I cried and cried and I responded to all of them, telling people she had passed.

And the messages kept coming. Those people spread the word and message after message came in, most of them addressed to me now, as I had given those original readers my contact info. There were words of comfort and grief and just every emotion imaginable in that scenario. I wrote back to them all, thanking them and comforting them.

For months after she died, during the worst of my grief, I had those messages. I had those people. And they had me. I really think I might not have made it to the other side without them.

So, the fact that you care? That you think of them? That these authors who became a presence in your world are missed when they aren’t there? It means something very real. On the off chance that the author did die? Anyone who has seen this post will find comfort during the loss of their friend or family member, knowing that you all exist. That they aren’t alone. That you CARE that the world now lacks their loved one.

So, yeah. I’ve seen this post and ones like it for years and wanted to share this story. I finally could today.

Thank you, every person who reblogged this post. People like you are the biggest reason I’m alive today.

(via kurara-black-blog)

I don’t know how many times I’ll have to write about suicide and the toxic treatment given so freely to idols and artists in general.

Today I woke up, after a not so good sleep (flu is a terrible thing after all), with my dad wearing a sad knowing look on his face and saying “I didn’t want to give you the news like this, but I know you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sulli is dead.”

As I listen to David Bowie’s “As The World Falls Down”, it serves as soundtrack for yet another grieving and warning text of mine. It’s a falling in love song, but it’s also so becoming of goodbyes… What can I say? I have no words… It’s tiring, you know?

When you appreciate an artist, when you love them for the troubles they went through to give us such amazing and relatable works… You feel a bit emptier every time one of those artists passes away.

I’ve been a Beatlemaniac since my mother’s womb (thank you, dad) and ‘John’ was one of the first words I’ve ever said, so, I remember lying on my bed one nice and warm night, dad tucking me in and, after he sang a John Lennon’s song, I asked something about John in the present tense. Dad had the same look in his eyes as today, when he told me that “oh, darling… I should have told you. Of course, you don’t know… John is dead…” and went on to tell a 7-year-old me the tale of John Lennon’s demise. I grieved an idol for the first time back then, only to repeat the process when George Harrison died a few months later.

Some might think it’s foolish to feel so deeply for the death of an artist that never knew who you were. It isn’t. Gratitude, wishful thoughts of well-being, appreciative thoughts, I believe they all reach those we love without us having to be personally close.

I’ve grieved John, George, Jonghyun, Bowie… And I ask for your understanding, because I’m going to grieve Sulli.

I’m not gonna write about suicide… I’m not gonna write about how the signs were clear… I’m not even gonna write about how hypocritical people are for apologizing only when she’s passed, because that seriously angers me to a point I don’t want to get.

I’m sad. I’m angry. I’ll be okay. But let me grieve.

Tomorrow I’ll go back to the university from the recess… What a great combo of feelings to begin a new semester.

You will be missed, Sulli. Not only as a member of f(x), but as the individual you ARE. I say ARE, because I believe in a continuity after passing to the other world.

I don’t even have tears to cry… I suppose they’ll fall when I’m asleep later… Or perhaps another of us, in this system, will shed them…

I just need to play some games, listen to some music…

I have no words.

sqooper:

the-geico-lizard:

gabberwocky:

lunaaltare:

everybody on this site is missing a) compassion b) critical thinking skills and c) reading comprehension

d) all of the above

it says and

you propose a theorem and then you include proof

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