Baby Girl I Could Make So Many Posts With 0 Notes U Wouldnt Believe It

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i swear to god, when gen z becomes psychologists or therapists they'll probably ask what your favorite trope is and uncover like 100 different mental illnesses in the span of 2 minutes.

no but im soft for the way all the members sat down and watched jk perform

I have not written in like a year so this is gonna be great 🤩

1. I could not care less however, i do sometimes change the background colour

2. sure, I'd use whatever i could find first (I've actually written out some of my fics thia way already)

3. the fact that there is no ritual is the cursed thing. also, i do not plan. maybe thats worse 🤷

4. baby

5. nah not really

6. my darkest fear ... would probably be not being able to get mt vision down properly or not being able to express it

7. my deepest jou though would probably be the control i have (none. the characters are in charge as i weep and beg them not to do this to me and yet they never ever listen)

8. 10000000% without action i can give you SO much with dialogue you cannot imagine

9. sure, not what I'd call them but i guess it translates to ghosts in a way 👍

10. yes. i wrote a piece that actually loomed over me for weeks after i posted it, my anxiety was so high because it was something I'd never written about before that i ended up deleting it because i do definitely conform to social press6💃💃💃🤩

11. ahh i get way too attached that i only kill them if i have somehow switched to another version of myself who loves to kill my darlings. but most often i will nark it as a suggestion so i still have the option, until i cave and its gone.

12. a) being able to figure out the word i need instantly

b) being able to name the goddamn tjings

c) be able to accurately use peoples feelings and emotions to set thw moods

13. a subject?? uhh maybe like. mystery? idk but the easiest is probably like grief

14. yes (certain peopwl), no, yes and no

15. actually im trying to write more in my books just because i can, I don't dog ear my pages because well.. no and i would be so scared of dropping it if i took it in with me (plus where would you put it after?? also i dont take baths 💀) if you do any of these sure we can be friends but i will not be lending you my books out of respect for them <3

16. my toes.

jk mg blanket

17/18. no WIP we havent written in a year 🤩

19. started writing fics for a fan week in lockdown and then proceeded to use all brain power to pump out like 10 of them and then another like. 3 before getting writers block 💃💃

20. guys i already dont have someone so my wip can be perfected yes please

21. in a way i guess i have? rn?? because i dont know when/if I'll be writing again so...

22. organized in a goofle drive folder named "fics"

23. my room. lots of furniture my bed little space to walk sit on my bed and write honestly

24. none 🤩 ok but sometimes ill have the general idea then i just whip out my page and start writing, if i need to stop ill write down a couple points for what comes next but not much planning at all i edit more after

25. one of my characters is constipated

26. yes and no? i write from their perspective but also keep it third person so its kinda easy to get out ig

27. sakusa. my man gets like 3 seconds of screen time 😭😭

28. natsu, shes very cute <3

29. by talking about something with others i guess but it seems that has a limit...

30. yes. i will not elaborate because i dont think i ended up publishing that work

31. uhh dont ahve any readers here lol but thank you to anyone who read my fics they're not a lot and i really dont think theyre the best you'll ever come across either but for taking the time to read it through is really heart warming

32. ah ok cant do this to me. it's DEFINITELY "It’s a relief, he thinks, that the shackle Yoongi’s life has forced around your ankle appears to be no match for your wings." from tnf by @matchstick6812 but the way i had to search so hard to pick a quote ugh just go and read thw wjole thing PLEASE its so good 😭😭 <33

33. i do sometimes paint? but no not really its quite separate to my writing and its just a hobby i do on the side whenever i feel likw it

34. i cannot for the life of me remember if use the oxford comma or not right now. i cant even makr fun of one because i genuinely cannot remember

35. not constantly rereading <3

36. absolutely nothing the minute i have to write i have the knowledge of a newborn baby, google is my saviour and i would die without it

37. a stupid little twat who know nothing and has the worst humour

38. i cant. remember. 😃

39. the people i know are gonna read it like those friends i have made who read any and all of my writing, they kept me going <33

40. Lang Leav - The Universe of Us

How We Began

It was how we began. Your mouth against mine, your fingers tracing along the back of my neck.

You asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived.

You said it felt like that for you. Like we existed in a time before love as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

-Charlotte Brontë

Wow.

So I just had a thought

What if supernatural creatures don’t exist anymore? What if they did once, but through the years, they slowly mixed in with humans?

You can see the blood of fairies in the way a ballet dancer hovers in mid air before he or she hits the ground. You can see it in the way that middle school girl never forgets when someone makes her a promise. You can see it in how that one little boy in the kindergarten class seems more comfortable in the forest on that field trip than the others.

You can see the blood of dryads in hikers who never trip over roots. You can see it in that suburban grandmother never lets any of her garden die. You can see it in that one kid who climbs a tree faster than his friends, barely looking at the branches as he goes.

You can see the blood of naiads in the way a professional swimmer seems to command the water to help them. You can see it in how a cross country runner needs a water break more often than his teammates. You can see it in the way that one girl in your class always has a water bottle on her desk.

You can see the blood of mermaids in a surfer who can be tossed around underwater for a long time without drowning. You can see it in a teenage boy who doesn’t have to pretend to be unbothered by the pressure when he races his friends to the bottom of a swimming pool. You can see it in the little girl who wades into every stream she sees on a hike without quite knowing why.

You can see the blood of sirens in people who never have a problem with getting people to date them. You can see it in that soprano who can hit notes most of her fellows can only dream of. You can see it in the camp counselor who all the straight girls have a crush on, who can play guitar and sing better than any of the others.

You can see the blood of shapeshifters in the way an actor adjusts their personality to become their character with scary accuracy. You can see it in the subconscious, barely noticeable changes a tween girl’s eyes make to match her outfit better. You can see it in the way you always lose that one friend in a crowd if you’re not careful, because he’s just too good at blending in.

People who carry the blood of werewolves don’t change with the full moon anymore, but you can still see it in the way your best friend always knows something is wrong, though even they don’t know they’re smelling the changes in your body chemistry. You can see it in the way that one guy always seems to eat more than the reasonable amount of red meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You can see it in the way that one werido never has a problem when the teacher turns off the lights before a PowerPoint presentation because her eyes adjust quicker and better than yours.

The blood of supernatural creatures may have mostly faded away. But if you look closely, you can still see it.

HUGE shout out to purple for being the only color that has like no losers. Deep purple royal purple bluish purple redish purple pastel purple dusty purple lavender periwinkle violet like. Banger after banger after banger!!

We as a society should revere Scooby-Doo more. It would be considered a great and prestigious honor bestowed upon only a select few to create the next Scooby-Doo reboot, and if you screw it up you get excommunicated.

Smashing Pots

Every now and then, people ask me if I should go to art school, and I usually say something like “Do you want to go to art school?” and if they say “Yes,” then I say “Yes,” and if they say “No,” then I say “Don’t.” This is why I am a crappy source of career advice.

However.

There is ONE class that I think nearly every writer, artist, and creative type out there would benefit from, and as it happens, it’s ceramics. Preferably with a strong wheel-throwing component.

No, really.

Back in ceramics class, in college, at the end of the year we would gather up all our dishes and pots and sculptures that we had labored over for weeks—and you really do labor for weeks, because you’re sculpting and drying and firing and glazing and firing again—and we would look at them. And what we generally realized was that we had created a lot of things that sucked. There is just a point where you hold this lumpy-ass thing in your hand and you realize that it has not added to the sum total of awesome in the universe—and that you don’t have to keep it. And then you wind up and fling it into the massive dumpster behind the ceramics studio and it smashes against the bottom and a demented exhilaration surges through you and you grab the next one and smash it and it is glorious. Now, there are people who do not smash their failed work, who cannot bear to do it, and so there was always a shelf full of sad lumpy clay things with a little “free to good home” sign on it. Some of them possibly were adopted eventually. Mostly, though, we learned to smash. Pottery, particularly wheel-throwing, is wonderful for this, incidentally. You fail over and over and you fail fast and you are creating quantity to lead to quality. You throw and throw and throw and things die on the wheel and things die when you take them off the wheel and things explode in the kiln and after you have made a dozen or two dozen or a thousand, none of them are precious any more. There is always more clay.

It breaks you of preciousness and perfectionism. You can’t fiddle for two hours with wet clay on the wheel getting it perfect. It’ll be an over-saturated lump of mud long before then. If the walls are thrown too thin, they are too thin. It’s not worth fixing. Start over. Do it again. Finish, don’t fiddle. I can’t do pottery any more because if I tried to hunch over a wheel these days, my back would go out so hard that I would never walk upright again. But I still think it was one of the most valuable classes I ever took, because it taught me to acknowledge failure, not to fear it, and then smash the hell out of it.