– write a grad school au with STEM folks/ or STEM adjacent folks
– write a fic that takes place at a certain tech school in the north east
Please please please feel free to hit me up
love, your local stem grad lady who may have attended a tech school in the north east and likes accuracy in fics
If you want to do anything medieval-related (especially manuscripts) or academic humanities hit me up tooooo.
If you need to know anything about:
Banking
Logging Business
Louisiana (specifically Northwest Louisiana)
Crochet
Chronic Fatigue/Pain/Fibro
Then holler at me and I can help you out!
I’m good for:
General NYS civil service workings
Genealogy questions
History & culture of Victorian England
PCOS/Crohn’s Disease
If you want to set a fic in Alaska, please dear God talk to me
even if you think the setting isn’t important
even if the characters only visit briefly
especially if your fic involves a) Anchorage, our biggest but still pretty small city, where I live now or b) Barrow/Utqiagvik, the northernmost town in the US, where I lived for five years
especially if you think 30 Days of Night has a cool idea (no, I will never stop being bitter about that series, shut up), because it kind of does but it needs a lot of work
or if what you actually want is year-round plains of snow because then I will advise you to do some more research and set it somewhere else, or at least pick a realistic location and/or time of year (hint: if it’s summer in the rest of the Western Hemisphere, you will not find endless plains of snow in Alaska. snow in the mountains, sure, but even then you should pick a specific area and study it at least a little)
or if you want to do something with an Inuit character, because then I’ll tell you to do a lot of research (just for starters, the term “Inuit” isn’t generally used here) from sources that aren’t white but I can probably point you in a productive direction
I know we have a small population but I can’t even tell you how much it bugs me when people make wildly incorrect assumptions about my state
They find a book written in Latin… one guy doesn’t take Latin and doesn’t want to mess up the pronunciation. The girl is studying Mandarin. Another guy recommends sticking it into Google Translate but that’s likely to land them with gibberish. They leave it alone.
The car won’t start. They call an Uber.
The vampire captures the girl and insists that she wears the gown to dinner. The gown is actually hella cute. Only problem is it’s not in her size. Oh, it only comes in 2’s and 4’s? Sorry, vamp, you want me in that dress you contact the goddamn company and tell them to get their shit together.
“How did you possibly know that? It saved our lives!” “I’ve got two degrees and I spend way too much time on Wikipedia.”
They encounter a spirit that gains power the more people believe in it. One girl makes a vine and uploads with, “fakest ghost ever!!! Right??” Twenty minutes later the spirit is destroyed.
The circus is in town tonight. Except she’s lived her whole life here and the circus has never come before… it’s also in a pretty sketchy part of town, not somewhere you’d want to walk alone at night. She goes to a movie instead.
“You’d need an ARMY to fight this evil!” “Okay. I’ve got 20,000 followers, lets see how many can make it.”
The Evil Whispery Voice of Doom tells the jock that it’s going to kill his pretty blonde girlfriend. The jock gets offended because, excuse me, Cindy and I are just friends. However, Marty over there is my boyfriend and I’m not saying you should kill him, just stop making assumptions yeah?
“This spirit tried to convince me it was Jerry when it texted but its texting style is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT so yeah that didn’t work.”
We could have easily gotten lost and ended up at some creepy cabin in the woods, but luckily we all had functioning GPSs. Beach party, we’ve arrived!
“We have to find a way to destroy it! We—what are you doing?” “Looking up ‘exorcising demons’ on Google. Oh look, first hit.”
The child she bares will be the devil’s spawn. Good thing she doesn’t want kids. Or if she changes her mind she can always adopt.
“How can we possibly outwit this serial killer…” “… There’s gotta be an app for that. Lemme look.”
Only the virgin will survive… Turns out they’re all virgins. One is asexual. One wants to wait until marriage. Two just haven’t found the right person yet. One is meh about sex. So we all survive, yeah?
The girl does not fall. She was on varsity track.
“Quick! We need someplace to hide the artifact. And then decoys to confuse the beast! What have we got?” “… I’ve got a hundred plastic bags stuffed into another plastic bag.” “PERFECT.”
i would pay to read a book of a collection of modern horror stories
They’re trapped in a haunted cabin one of them inherited from a Weird UncleTM. Mysterious figures, things going flying, screams and drumbeats and chanting, blood pouring down the walls, the whole bit. They pull out the Ouija Board.
“BRO, WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?”
S…A…C…R…E…D…L…A…N…D
“Oh.”
“Oh geez. Oh no. This is Native American land. Oh goodness I am SO sorry.”
“Um so, like I inherited this property and a couple acres, can I like…donate it?”
W…H…A…T
“Yeah man like, what tribe are you? I don’t want to live here, this cabin is grody and Uncle Tim was a fuckin’ weirdo. It’s your guys’ land, just like, what tribe?”
C..H…U…M…A…S…H
“Cool. Uh, I guess we’ll…call them…in the morning?”
T…H…A…N…K…Y…O…U GOODBYE
“Oh. Well fuck, like, that was easy.”
I was all set to dislike this when I saw the title, thinking it was gonna be another bashing of my generation post… then boom! Talk about saving the day!
just in case you’re wondering what i’m talking about:
13%, 21%, a whooping 30%, 15%, 21% again. and those are the stories that do well.
it’s almost like tumblr has a reblog button you could USE
LIKE IT? REBLOG IT!
it’s not fucking difficult.
also i love how i gotta make these posts practically every time after i publish something.
look, i don’t give a fuck about money. i’m writing fic for fun. if you wanna throw a billion dollars at me, sure, you do you.
but literally all i want, all we all want, is for our stuff to be acknowledged. spread. REBLOGGED.
because obviously you read it and liked it, right?
so now all you have to do is hit that little button. it looks a little like this
and then that’s that.
or, on ao3, you write “i really liked this! thank you for sharing!”. and that’s that.
it takes absolutely ZERO EFFORT, and it makes you happy (because you liked what you just read) and it makes us happy (because our work can get potentially more readers), and everyone is happy.
and instead, there’s likes all around.
and likes are a little like seeing someone having their arms full with things and they drop their keys and you walk past and say “hey dude, i hope that works out for you!”
writers spend hours, even days and weeks or months on fics, pouring ourselves into it, forgoing sleep and food sometimes just to finish something because we hope you’ll like it.
and we get a litte ❤️ for our troubles and that’s it.
and especially when you get statistics like above – 42 likes and 9 reblogs – it feels like a kick to the face.
if every writer only wrote for themselves (”as you’re supposed to do uwu”), there wouldn’t be a single fic out there, because we’d keep all the fics. but we write for our audience too, hoping we’ll hear back, hoping people will spread our fics, “hey, look at this cool thing i read!”.
and that doesn’t happen.
so you start thinking “hey, maybe i shouldn’t publish this. it’s bad anyways, right? and it doesn’t make a difference if i do. it’s not like anyone cares.”
how many thousands and thousands of words for your favorite ship do you think are out there, saved on hard drives by authors who’ve given up wishing to publish their things, because “nobody cares.”
reblogging and commenting seems to be at an all time low at the moment. and you know what happens when you, the supplier, feel like there’s no demand out there?
you stop supplying.
because nobody cares enough to want to share it.
“thoughts and prayers with your fic! it was so good!” that’s what the like button means, to make an extreme comparison here.
and honestly, i don’t understand why.
reblog. your. writers. it’s all we ask for.
No writers or artists are trying to sound “whiny” by asking for this. It’s literally how our work gets any recognition since we’re not doing it for money. If you’d like to make a writer’s day or an artist’s day, please consider reblogging works that you love. I promise you will put a smile on their face. ❤ ❤ ❤
Very, very true!
GOOD POST
We read the tags too, want to rant in them, go right ahead, I promise we’ll see them.
I’m just gonna, uh, put this right… here.
I know how this feels as I just don’t get reblogged. Please help us spread our work by reblogging and encouraging others to find us! ♡
Please guys! The more reblogs the more our works get spread around and that’s kind of the whole point in writing for free!
Seeing John Mulaney do his ‘Robot Test’ bit has given me a strong desire to see him play a live action Riddler.
But not like, as any character other than John Mulaney? Like, let’s make a John Mulaney version of Edward Nigma. Just this socially awkward disaster man who somehow becomes a supervillain because of a misunderstanding he couldn’t correct without ‘seeming rude’. And now supposedly he’s committed to killing Batman but he doesn’t actually want to be the cause of a man’s death so he just obfuscates things with ‘clues’ and ‘riddles’ and ‘battles of wits’ until Batman inevitably defeats him and he’s just like ‘oh thank god please don’t hit me’.
Batman’s like ‘you need help Nigma’ and he’s just like ‘yeah that’s fair, I should probably look into seeing somebody at this point, I became a supervillain because of social anxiety and that might just be a red flag you know?’
“Hey, Batman, think you’ve seen everything, huh? Well, figure out how to deal with this! You know Gotham General Hospital? Yeah? Well you’ll never guess what I let loose in there!”
“Riddle me this, what has four hooves and presents a massive health and safety violation?”
I'm a defeatist but I don't have to be 