Hear Me Out-

Fanfiction is so weird I'll be reading something that'll make me feel real emotions and could rival Shakespeare. And then....

The phrase "little meow meow" will pop up and I'll throw my phone across the room.

Not tagged but I wanna participate!

It's loosely based off my name (Raven) that's where the birds part comes in and I have the chaotic energy of a brick so...

Hey! Tag Game!

I'm gonna try to start one of these lmao

Reblog with the story behind your username

In Breath of the Wild, Urbosa calls Zelda her little bird, I modified it and stole it basically. sometimes I am also Birb because it's just funny

@itsa-thing @i-love-zelda-16 @fithesworddweller @alientheoristemmy @lizzable @astoria-nyx-moon @amayis-bigtower @loaboo @preposterousray @stargazin-on-mars @rav3nz3r0 @crims0nr0s3 @clowncore09 anybody else that feels like sharing ig

Weirdly Healing Things to Do When You’re Feeling Creatively Burned Out...

Write a fake 5-star Goodreads review of your WIP—as if you didn’t write it. Go ahead. Pretend you're a giddy reader who just discovered this masterpiece. Bonus: add emojis, chaotic metaphors, and all-caps screaming. It’s self-indulgent. It’s delusional. It’s delicious.

Give your main character a Pinterest board titled “Mentally Unstable but Aesthetic.” Include outfits, quotes, memes, cursed objects, and that one painting that haunts their dreams. This is not about logic. This is about ✨vibes.✨

Make a “deleted scenes” folder and write something that would never make it into the book. A crackfic. A “what if they were roommates” AU. The group chat from hell. This is your WIP’s blooper reel. Let it be silly, chaotic, or wildly off-brand.

Interview your villain like you’re Oprah. Ask the hard-hitting questions. “When did you know you were the drama?” “Do you regret the murder, or just the way you did it?” Bonus points if they lie to your face.

Host a fake awards show for your characters. Categories like “Most Likely to Die for Vibes,” “Worst Emotional Regulation,” “Himbo Energy Supreme,” or “Best Use of a Dramatic Exit.” Write their acceptance speeches. Yes, this counts as writing.

Write a breakup letter… to your inner critic. Be petty. Be dramatic. “Dear Self-Doubt, this isn’t working for me anymore. You bring nothing to the table but anxiety and bad vibes.” Rip it up. Burn it. Tape it to your mirror. Your call.

Create a “writing comfort kit” like you’re a cozy witch. A candle that smells like your WIP. A tea that your characters would drink. A playlist labeled “for writing when I’m one rejection email away from giving up.” This is a ritual now.

Design a fake movie poster or book cover like your story is already famous. Add star ratings, critic quotes, and some pretentious tagline like “One soul. One destiny. No chill.”

Write a scene you’re not ready to write—but just a rough, messy outline version. Not the polished thing. Just the raw emotion. The shape of it. Like sketching the bones of a future punch to the gut. You don’t have to make it perfect. Just open the door.

Let your story be bad on purpose for a day. Like, aggressively bad. Give everyone ridiculous names. Add an evil talking cat. Write a fight scene with laser swords and emotional damage. Just remind yourself that stories are meant to be played with, not feared.

Plain milk is only good at two a.m.

Imma do a thing

10 notes and I'll exercise

50 notes and I'll fold my laundry

100 notes and I do my laundry

300 notes and I clean my room

500 notes and I try to stop lying altogether

1000 notes and I clean my bathroom

1100 notes and I rebuild my stamina

1500 notes and I finish a work

2000 notes and I exercise every day

2222 notes and I ask if I can start a YouTube channel

3000 notes and I finish a song

3500 notes and I finish a second work

Green = done

Pink = in progress

HOLY SHIT DUDE

Also I added more goals bc this is popping off.

Woah..... 1000 ok cool damn this is insane

Ill put up a pull for which work I finish.

Oh fuck you guys

The public (I think) school system for ya. Fuck public school.

Teagan Crashes The Fuck Out

I’m so sick of all these tests and exams. Just let me go home. Stop making me do stuff, you’re making my brain hurt. Stop being so loud and obnoxious, no one thinks you’re cute. No one thinks you’re funny. No one likes your racist Asian jokes. Just let me have my… what? Summer break is a day shorter than two months?!? YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT HELLHOLE

ON

JULY

THIRTY

FUCKING

FIRST?!?!????

NAHHHHHH FUCK YOU. TO WHOEVER MADE THAT DECISION, I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU WALK INTO A ROOM, YOU FORGET WHY YOU WENT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. I HOPE BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW ARE WARM. I HOPE YOU STEP BAREFOOT ON THE MYSTERY SPOT ON YOUR CARPET. I HOPE YOU BITE INTO A SOFT FOOD AND GET SOMETHING CRUNCHY. I HOPE YOU BITE INTO A HOT FOOD ANS INSTEAD OF WARMNESS, YOU GET THAT DISGUSTING HALF COLD-HALF HOT TEMPERATURE. I HOPE ALL OF YOUR SOCKS HAVE HOLES IN THEM. I HOPE WHEN YOU GET HOME, YOUR PET ISNT HAPPY TO SEE YOU. I HOPE YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW GETS CANCELLED. I HOPE YOUR MOTHER TELLS YOU SHE NEVER LOVED YOU.

WE BE NOT FRIENDS. FOR YOU ARE MY GREATEST ADVERSARY, MY MORTAL ENEMY. YOU, WHO MAKE ME STAY IN THE CHILD-FILLED, SHIT-SCENTED HELLHOLE FOR JUST SHY OF NINE MONTHS. YOU, WHO STRAIGHTEN YOUR TIE AND PRETEND YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE SCHOOL EXPERIENCE, DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN SCHOOL WAS IN THE FUCKING STONE AGE.

YOU ARE MY MORTAL ENEMY, YET YOU KNOW NOT ME AS A PERSON.

BUT I KNOW YOU

I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE

B-U-R-N-T by The Oozes

To my moots (and anyone else who sees this) reblog with ur comfort character(s) and a song that makes you think of them

Nug for the bugs

I want chicken nuggets, but I’m watching tv comfortable in my room and I don’t wanna get up and my stomach has been fucky all day and it’s gonna give me hell if I eat any more food but I want chicken nuggets cuz they taste good and I wanna eat them so

I have chronic headaches take THAT Elon!

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead