I was doing some design work for an older woman. She was the absolute sweetest thing, very nice and always receptive to any changes I had to make. But.
We were making small talk while waiting for something to render, and it came up that I have anosmia; I was born without a sense of smell.
Client: You can’t smell anything at all? Not even if somebody… Passed gas?
Me: Nope, not a thing.
Almost immediately, I heard the smallest little toot. I didn’t mention anything. But it happened every time we talked after that. For weeks.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her my hearing works just fine.
you can lead a horse to water
you can leave your horse behind
but your horse can’t dance and if he can’t dance
Well, he’s no horse of mine
shitting on other ships’ dynamics to tout the superiority and inevitability of your own ship because you are annoyed with fandom is OUT
making content for your ship and celebrating what you love about it while acknowledging and respecting that other people have different interpretations and relationships to a work of fiction is IN
maybe if this gets 1k notes people will finally understand
