Excellent question, anon. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that strict in my own definitions. For me, a drabble is probably 200 words or less (ish?) and a ficlet is 750 or under?
You’ve got me curious now! Let’s see what other people think 🙂
-Mod Pi
Old school fandom says that a Drabble is exactly 100 words – the art of the Drabble was a “thing” in some communities back in the day. It was a test of skill to fit a whole* story into that particular format.
It still irks me now to see people call something that doesn’t fit that perfect 100 words a Drabble. 200 words exactly is a Double Drabble, if one wants to really stretch the definition. A pentadrabble is 500 (though I’ve not heard this one often in the fandoms I’ve been in.)
Long titles, or long introductions/captions, were frowned upon (in the communities I was in, anyway) as “cheating” on the 100 words.
As for not exactly 100 words? 1-99 words, and 101 to ~1000 makes a ficlet in my mind.
*Not that we, as writers playing in other people’s sandboxes (having canon background when we’re writing), ever really start a story at the first word.
Agreed. The “back in the day” definition of a drabble was strictly 100 words – no more, no less, the modern day haiku. 200 words was a double drabble. A ficlet is anything from 101-1000 words. I think the terms nowadays are a little more generous/liberal but to me, they once gave the impression of a certain technique/skill -e.g. with a drabble that you could succinctly communicate a story in one hundred chosen words, not one wasted or wanting.
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.
Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.
Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean
Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.
Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.
Shout out to all my straight sisters I’m so sorry 😞
Jesus, leave his ass.
We learn fast to be very kind and attentive, tho.
My mom, who got her degree in Marriage and Family Counseling when she was 60, says studies show that women will sometimes sometimes leave a long term relationship to live on their own for a while before seeking a new relationship, but men will almost never leave a long term relationship without having a new relationship either in progress or just beginning. They don’t want to give up the caretaker they have without another one on deck or in the wings.
This is so sad
This isnt cute or quirky. This means hes a fucking hopeless user
Please date a man who actually acts like an adult.
Ok I lived with my ex for 2 years and he literally wouldn’t be able to get his own food if I wasn’t at home, I’d get home from work and he’d be angry at me for “making him starve”
My current partner has lived on his own for 8 years and the absolute most I have to help him with is maybe sending him $20 so he can make a bill payment on time
It made me realise for 2-4 years I wasn’t a girlfriend I was a fucking mother
Men who have been independent are capable of reverting if given the slightest excuse. When we married, my ex husband was 10 years older than me and had lived on his own for 8ish years. Yet (and I allowed this until I finally got fed up and took us to counseling) I did 80% of the cooking, because I was better at it. Same with the cleaning, shopping, social planning, etc.
After I left, in the first six months I got texts or calls asking me to please tell him:
The online banking password (dude, I left you, you should really change that)
Where I ordered his special-wecial organic underwear
Where the good cutting board was (my dad gave it to us at our wedding, genius, I took it with me along with the rest of the stuff from my family)
What brand butter we bought
What brand of local kielbasa we bought
Who his doctor was
What RMV office had the shortest lines
Where the old tax returns were (in the fucking box labeled tax returns)
The phone number for his best friend
I shit you not.
Then he had a heart attack (mild) and none of his family or friends were around to take him to the hospital. But instead of calling 911, he called me, who by then lived 45 minutes away. He lived 5 minutes from an EMS dispatch location. He called me, despite the fact that he didn’t believe me 8 months prior when I was feeling suicidal and I had to call a cab to go alone to check myself into the hospital for a 72-hour hold. I told him to call 911, hung up on him when he whined about “making a fuss”, called 911, called his siblings and then texted them “your brother is having a heart attack, I called 911 for him, come home,” and washed my hands of it.
Emotionally vacant men who won’t do household labor or emotional labor are not Nazis, but they aren’t good people, either, and you don’t have to put up with their shit.
Millennial women of Tumblr, please read this post.
And then please: make the decision for yourself to never stay with a man who expects you to be his mother and servant.
This is my grandma to a T. She has lived with the same man for a good 60+ years now and her literal words quoted: “When I’m not home for an extended period of time (week or more) I worry about him eating and then when I get home he’s been eating fish and potatoes for the whole time, even though I left heatable meals in the fridge for him” My grandma pays ALL THE BILLS. Yes ALL OF THEM. The only bills my grandpa puts any money into is car payements and some land-deed tax stuff. He refuses to cook, clean, wash his clothes, any of it.
The whole family is currently waiting for my grandpa to die so my grandma can finally go free, because she’s so stuck into her role as a caretaker that’s the only way to force her to let this shitbag go.
Tumblr, keep circulating this. This is not the 1960s, a dude’s gotta wash his own fucking clothes in our lord’s year of 2018.
Am I the only girl that has no problem gaming with her man for 7+ hours? What the hell
Ah, yes, the “I’m not like other girls” girl. There is a big difference between having a shared activity with a partner and them chilling while you do all the actual work around the house, which is what this post is about, and no, you are exactly like every other half-baked twit out there trying to convince the guys watching that you’re so special and perfect for them and trying to convince yourself you’re better than the rest of us. You’ve got a bunch of nasty wake-up calls in your future. Don’t say you weren’t told.
#i gave up after r*trnb*ysclub entered#fuck nast straighties who fetishize mlm#its not even queer history ITS WRITTEN BY A STRAIGHT COS#FUCK
Someone tagged their post with this, and I’m utterly confused.
First of all, I’m a gay man, with a husband. I’m not straight. Furthermore, sexual orientations can’t be “fetishised”. Fetishisation is where someone has a sexual fixation on a nonliving object or non-genital body part. Sexual orientation is neither of these and cannot be fetishised. If you mean objectified, that’s about real life people being treated as objects, but we’re talking about fictional characters, not real life. Fictional characters are already objects. They cannot be objectified.
I simply mentioned how, in various surveys, approx 50% of fujoshi interviewed id-ed as something other than cis / straight, and how many BL mangaka are lesbian, bisexual etc. and how there are gay male BL authors. I mentioned this because of the claim that all BL manga is written or consumed by cishet women, when it quite clearly is not. I gave multiple sources to my claims. It’s really not up for debate.
I don’t think I ever claimed it was ‘queer history’, just that BL is queer *literature*. By this, I mean the focus is on mxm relationships, so it’s literature about queer relationships. I don’t believe the gender or orientation of authors of queer literature is taken into consideration when classifying it as such – for example, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda – the book that the movie Love, Simon was based on – was, as far as I’m aware, written by a cis straight woman, and that’s considered to be queer literature. This could be an issue with semantics as we don’t really have terms for “this book is focused on queer romance” that’s written by a straight person versus a gay person, or literature about gay romance that is written as a serious, coming-of-age story versus one of Chuck Tingle’s gay erotica novels. It’s all considered queer literature.
Possibly, just possibly, books should be judged on their content instead of on arbitrary demographic details about the authors. (Demographics can help explain why the author did something, but they don’t mean an author necessarily is doing a thing in the first place, without textual evidence! For fuck’s sake, people.)
Seduced and Fetishized in the Ass by the Socio-political Context of Queer Literature
Shout out to all my straight sisters I’m so sorry 😞
Jesus, leave his ass.
We learn fast to be very kind and attentive, tho.
My mom, who got her degree in Marriage and Family Counseling when she was 60, says studies show that women will sometimes sometimes leave a long term relationship to live on their own for a while before seeking a new relationship, but men will almost never leave a long term relationship without having a new relationship either in progress or just beginning. They don’t want to give up the caretaker they have without another one on deck or in the wings.
This is so sad
This isnt cute or quirky. This means hes a fucking hopeless user
Please date a man who actually acts like an adult.
Ok I lived with my ex for 2 years and he literally wouldn’t be able to get his own food if I wasn’t at home, I’d get home from work and he’d be angry at me for “making him starve”
My current partner has lived on his own for 8 years and the absolute most I have to help him with is maybe sending him $20 so he can make a bill payment on time
It made me realise for 2-4 years I wasn’t a girlfriend I was a fucking mother
Men who have been independent are capable of reverting if given the slightest excuse. When we married, my ex husband was 10 years older than me and had lived on his own for 8ish years. Yet (and I allowed this until I finally got fed up and took us to counseling) I did 80% of the cooking, because I was better at it. Same with the cleaning, shopping, social planning, etc.
After I left, in the first six months I got texts or calls asking me to please tell him:
The online banking password (dude, I left you, you should really change that)
Where I ordered his special-wecial organic underwear
Where the good cutting board was (my dad gave it to us at our wedding, genius, I took it with me along with the rest of the stuff from my family)
What brand butter we bought
What brand of local kielbasa we bought
Who his doctor was
What RMV office had the shortest lines
Where the old tax returns were (in the fucking box labeled tax returns)
The phone number for his best friend
I shit you not.
Then he had a heart attack (mild) and none of his family or friends were around to take him to the hospital. But instead of calling 911, he called me, who by then lived 45 minutes away. He lived 5 minutes from an EMS dispatch location. He called me, despite the fact that he didn’t believe me 8 months prior when I was feeling suicidal and I had to call a cab to go alone to check myself into the hospital for a 72-hour hold. I told him to call 911, hung up on him when he whined about “making a fuss”, called 911, called his siblings and then texted them “your brother is having a heart attack, I called 911 for him, come home,” and washed my hands of it.
Emotionally vacant men who won’t do household labor or emotional labor are not Nazis, but they aren’t good people, either, and you don’t have to put up with their shit.
Millennial women of Tumblr, please read this post.
And then please: make the decision for yourself to never stay with a man who expects you to be his mother and servant.
Millennial guys, please note, women are less sexually aroused by people they have to mother. If you can’t lift a finger to help yourself out of fairness, you can at least do it for the poon.
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