Hemlock is both natural and organic

ceruleancynic:

jumpingjacktrash:

ceruleancynic:

this is absolutely one hundred percent accurate

and also why i didn’t have the best of times in that program

oh my god i laughed so hard

this is why i read and write genre fiction: in fantasy or sci-fi you have to have a plot, you can’t just wank for 50k words and call it good. and in mystery, no matter how sexist you are, that female character isn’t a metaphor, she’s a murder suspect. you have to actually engage with the elements of your story in a coherent way, and if you do it badly, people can tell.

yes this a thousand times this 

this is exactly straight up why i don’t/can’t/won’t write litfic unless somebody is actually making me do it for grades

It’s difficult to express exactly what constitutes bad writing, once you’ve winnowed out the mechanical shit like grammar, spelling, and word choice—it’s a question of knowing it when you see it. For me I think it’s a combination of the writer obviously going Gosh, I’m Clever, Look How Clever I Am and being unable to find a decent answer to the question “why did you write this?” That is, why did you, the author, put these words together in this wise, in the sure and certain expectation that other people will read them and take something away from the experience?

In genre fiction, you can have ordinary people doing extraordinary things, or extraordinary people doing ordinary things, and with that lovely contrast as a backdrop tell a story that is intrinsically interesting. In litfic, you don’t get the extraordinary option: you have to write about ordinary people doing ordinary things, and while it is possible to make this interesting and entertaining, it is very, very difficult. Very difficult. So difficult, in fact, that it is almost impossible for wet-behind-the-ears MFA candidates to achieve, which is why you have workshop after workshop full of the kind of thing in the article linked above. 

If genre fic weren’t looked down on by the rest of the literary world as cheap entertainment with no actual intrinsic merit, if it were taught in MFA programs that you can go right the fuck ahead and write what you actually want to write instead of what your professor thinks you ought to want to write, there would be more happiness and less pretentious bullshit in the world. 

deeperdream:

mapleglowsticks:

thehat2:

meladoodle:

what do you mean a thesaurus isnt a dinosaur

image

this is adorable as fuck and you can’t tell me otherwise

Thesaurus Rex!

roachpatrol:

aquilldeferred:

vergess:

terrachu:

terrachu:

If Eridan smoked pot
He’d be the prince of dope

If Eridan took a shower
Prince of Soap

Eridan fact-checks
Prince of Snopes

Eridan buys neutral drapes
Prince of Taupe

Eridan gets into bondage

Prince of Rope

Eridan documents cliches in media

Prince of Tropes

rurounidrift:

"Time for me to get dressed for the day!"

Pulls out Decepticon t-shirt.

"… Actually, no. I think I want to dress up nicely today."

Pulls out newer Decepticon t-shirt.

laughhard:

I guess that settles that argument

laughhard:

I guess that settles that argument

Reblog if you have read fan fiction better than some published books

ursulavernon:

wordcubed:

ursulavernon:

shazrolane:

desert-neon:

bumblegabe:

Help me prove a point

I have never reblogged anything faster.

Unfortunate for the books, but speaks loads about the quality of some fan fics

Oh, hell yeah. Anything by incandescens can stand on my bookcase any time.

Wait, that incandescens? Bleach fanfic writer incandescens? Hell yeah!

Yes, that one! She is all the awesome.

He wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us.
Jingo, Terry Pratchett (via randombrethren)

jathis:

cartel:

walking into the wrong class

image

THAT OWL LOOKS SO

BEFUDDLED

ursulavernon:

I looked at this photo and my finely honed genre sense went “Uh-oh. Shit’s about to go down.”

ursulavernon:

I looked at this photo and my finely honed genre sense went “Uh-oh. Shit’s about to go down.”

devongreen:

dashdrive:

this oatmeal has god damn dinosaur eggs in it and then when you cook it THE DINOSAURS FUCKIN HATCH IM SO PUMPED

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