Raine Fielder - Author

First review by stranger and it is great I'm so happy

“My relationship with Lost is not your business. It’s extremely personal.”

Most men who idealize the "tradwife" don't want to be "trad husbands". They want to be normie husbands married to trad wives. They want a wife who wakes up early to bake bread while they spend the Saturday playing video games. The burden of trad is offloaded onto the wife.

@DUALIPA so how does an indie author get on your podcast?

tbh so much of AI is people wanting to skip the time and effort to actually do something, to level the playing field out of sheer entitlement and laziness

@Louie_Dobson_ I finished a novel while I was waiting to get surgery to stop me from bleeding to death

I wrote an entire novel whilst juggling a full time degree, beta-reading 10+ books for mutuals, and two chronic health conditions and not once have I touched generative AI, there is no fucking excuse

@ClTYOFMON The work of translating the thing from ideal into some physical form, whatever that takes, THAT is the Art. Anyone can have ideas, ideas are easy and fleeting. Making them tangible is what makes you a writer, or a poet, or a painter ect. If you can’t do it, it’s a skill issue.

@ClTYOFMON "I can't write them down but I have all these vivid images in my head" yeah lady I like to daydream too! it still don't make you a writer!

@ClTYOFMON you can't truly separate art from execution. imagining a really cool painting in your head, no matter how vivid it looks in your brain, doesn't make you a painter. imagining a really cool story doesn't make you an author. the art is in the execution, not just in the idea

@bywishbone So this person related to Jason I guess

4 years later and i still dont understand why everyone loved eddie munson sm 😭😭 everyone was under spells

I see no lies here

Today’s authors aren’t problematic enough. Mary Shelley fought with Leigh Hunt for possession of her late husband’s disembodied heart. Caroline Lamb stabbed herself with a broken wine glass & then mailed a lock of her pubic hair to Byron. Rufus Griswold dug up his wife’s body and spent 30 hours kissing it. Living writers are dull by comparison.

A couple years ago I went to Starbucks right after my classes with some friends and asked for a green tea latte with soy milk. The barista, for some reason out of malice and/or hate for her life so she took it out on me, gave me whole milk in my latte. 5 minutes after my first sip of latte, my stomach cramped BAD. Not the "Oh! time to poop!" kind of cramp but it felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. Now I've had this happen before so I knew the cause of it. I went up to the barista clutching my gut screaming at her that she put dairy in my latte rather than soy LIKE I REQUESTED. She denied it and called me a "pretentious white guy for wanting soy"and so my friends got the manager. I had to explain that I had stomach ulcers that were still healing and if I were to go to the hospital for this incident, they would be responsible for it. Manager flipped his shit and the barista was terrified out of her mind. Pretty sure both thought i was gonna sue. Manager actually fired her on the spot because of the negligence. My friends managed to get me home in one piece while I stayed home for 3 days in absolute agony and missed my midterm. So remember kiddies, if someone is asking for Diet or "Skinny" or "soy" or anything that is not regular, give them what they requested be-cause it may not be them being healthy, but a dietary need that can possibly be life or death.

Bridgerton men will spend an entire season flirting, scheming, and sleeping with half the ton, acting charming and desirable, and then suddenly... out of nowhere... fall in love with some pure, untouched virgin. and we’re supposed to swoon and root for it? honestly, it’s just selfishness dressed up as romance. they don’t grow or learn, they just switch targets and call it true love. it’s exhausting and ridiculous, and yet somehow we’re supposed to see it as noble.

The dead gf/wife who haunts the narrative trope is a product of misogyny writers want give male characters all the redeeming traits of a man in love without having to deal with actually writing a woman. the woman remains an idea instead of a real person w feelings & complexities

My son brought home a friend for dinner on a Tuesday evening. No heads-up, no "Is it okay?" He just walked through the door at 6:00 PM with this boy in tow. "Hey Dad, this is Leo. He’s staying for dinner." It wasn't a request; it was an announcement. My son, Jax, is fourteen and usually follows the rules, so this caught me off guard. Leo looked small for his age, drowning in an oversized sweatshirt despite the humid evening. He kept his eyes glued to his shoes. I had exactly four pork chops defrosted for our family of four. Now, we were five. "Nice to meet you, Leo," I said, already doing the mental math to shrink our portions. "I hope you’re hungry." Dinner was heavy with silence. Leo ate with a sort of desperate politeness—tiny, careful bites, whispering "thank you" every time a dish was passed. My wife tried to start a conversation about school, but he gave nothing but one-word replies. Jax just watched us, his jaw set, like he was waiting for us to mess up. Once Leo headed home, I pulled Jax aside. "You can’t just spring guests on us like that, Jax. We need to know ahead of time." "He needed a meal," Jax said flatly. "What do you mean, he 'needed'—" "Dad. He needed to eat. There’s nothing in his pantry. His dad is working two jobs just to keep the lights on, and his mom hasn't been around in years. He gets a school lunch, and that’s it until the next morning." A cold knot formed in my stomach. "Did he tell a counselor? The school must have resources." Jax looked at me with a tired kind of wisdom. "If he tells the school, they call the state. Then his dad gets investigated, they might get separated, and everything falls apart. He just needs a hot meal, Dad. That’s all." At fourteen, my son was seeing a world I had been comfortably ignoring. "Tell him to come back tomorrow," I said. Jax finally cracked a smile. "Already did." Leo became a fixture at our table. Monday through Friday, he was there. He was always quiet, always grateful, and never asked for a second helping unless we practically forced it on him. By the end of the first month, he finally looked me in the eye. "Why do you let me stay?" "Because you're our guest," I told him. "And there’s always enough to share." He didn't sob; he just let out a long, shaky breath as a few tears hit his plate. "Nobody ever just... helped. Without a catch." It turned out Leo was a brilliant kid. He was obsessed with aerospace engineering and was already teaching himself calculus. He graduated top of his class last spring with a full ride to a tech institute. During his commencement speech, he thanked his mentors and his father. Then he added, "And to the Miller family, who gave me a seat at their table for four years without making me feel like a charity case. You taught me that being in need doesn't mean you're a failure. Thank you for always having a plate ready." I was blindsided. I sat in the bleachers and ruined my shirt sleeve wiping my eyes. The truth is, I didn't do anything heroic. I just bought more groceries. I put an extra chair at the table. That’s it. But to a kid who felt invisible, it was a lifeline. Jax is eighteen now. He still brings people home. Last month, it was a classmate whose family was living out of their car. Last week, it was a kid whose house was freezing because the heat had been cut off. He doesn't ask anymore. He just sets the table. And I just keep cooking. Look around your community. There’s a kid in your neighborhood who isn't just "struggling"—they’re hungry. Right now. You don't need a charity board or a massive budget. Just set an extra plate. Sometimes, that’s all it takes to change a life. By shahida6603

the most hilarious thing about this is that MOST female smut readers are fantasising about a world where men are good at sex and confident in pleasuring women. MOST male porn watchers are fantasising about a world where women are just vessels for degradation and torture

Mr robot And lost is very valid

@Drsz_9 @serializd Seriously

@serializd The top 2 being mr.robot is so satisfying

@ZoeGutier and the disney animated one is not the one from the story, the one from the story was green

Ayer, mi sobrina de 6 años desmontó en 10 segundos lo que millones de adultos no se atreven a decir sobre DISNEY. Le encanta La Sirenita. La de siempre. La del cuento. La de dibujos. Ibamos a ver la versión de 2023. A los pocos minutos me mira y pregunta: “¿Por qué es negra?” Le dije lo típico, pasando de líos: “Porque hay muchas sirenitas, de muchos colores.” Se queda callada. Pensando. Y luego me suelta: “Entonces esa no es Ariel.” "Yo quiero ver La Sirenita original." Intenté que colara. No hubo manera. Se cruza de brazos: “Quiero ver la de verdad.” Quitamos la película. Y volvimos a ver la de dibujos. Ella se quedó tan feliz. Pero yo me quedé incómoda. Porque igual el problema no es “la falta de educación” de la gente. Igual es que cuando cambias algo que lleva décadas en la cabeza de todos, no estás “actualizando” nada… estás rompiendo la historia. O peor: Reciclando lo de siempre para vender un mensaje nuevo, en vez de crear algo desde cero. Y si hasta una niña nota que “no es lo mismo”… ¿De verdad esto es progreso o solo marketing disfrazado? Tú qué piensas: ¿El problema es la gente… o lo que nos están intentando vender?

@ZoeGutier so you're telling me she would have been cool with a live action white little mermaid instead of the cartoon?