Tricky Words I Always See Misspelled In Fics: A Guide

Love my girlie anne <3

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

What’re the vibes? More poetry or just hanging out (either is fine!)

As much as I'd like to cater to the aesthetics, we all know my maximalist ass can not keep up lmao

Realistically, I'll probably dish out a prosey piece or snippet when you're not looking, and when you do- BAM! shitposty asswipey memes or Deetzy lore drops.. it's a toss up mayhaps

(or me acting like the fucking grandmother i am, i.e. "can someone explain how you kids make those drunk words??" Translation: how the fuck do i italics)

Life is too short to keep it professional in the workplace, amp up that Workplace Whimsy folks!

Someone keep my rear accountable and tell me to just read this damn book already lol

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Tropes in writing are cool and fun and all that jazzy shiznit but like, tropes in writers/artists/neurospicy folk is great - and no not stereotypes those suck - because like, you have the AuDHD folk like myself who'll find a specific sensation or texture absolutely repulsive, and then go on and make said sensation or texture the representation or symbol of any and all "evil" or "bad" sides of a piece. Like for me, anything made of microfiber material EW get that shit AWAY-!

Of course I'm gonna villainize that shit.

And then you got the homies who (understandably?? I haven't decided) take shit they're absolutely TERRIFIED of, HORRIFIED to the point it causes them fear that has physical affects, elevated heart rate, sensory overload, worsened anxiety, losing consciousness, panic attacks even- but then thEY'LL GO MAKE SHIT ABOUT IT LIKE SOME HAPPY-ASSED FOOL WHO ADORES THE SHIT WITH NOTHING BUT SAID FEAR- like???

a while back I had a dream that people would put their otp (gay) underwater, like on a jpeg, and put text on it saying "the writers might have made you straight but the fish know" and it was so vivid I made my own, it was this one specifically in my dream:

Cries because anything mint or mint related sends me into sensory overload and assaults my nose and taste buds from a mile away (cant even use the toothpaste lol)

Hi my name is Elvis Las Vegas Jailhouse Hounddog Presley and I have short ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) and soft brown eyes like lovely soil and a lot of people tell me I look like Austin Butler (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a musician but my tassles are straight and golf. I have pale white skin. I'm also a wizard, and I go to a magic school called The King's School of Impersonation in Vegas where I'm in the seventh year (I'm ninety). I'm a rocker (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly gold. I love Las Vegas and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white jacket with gold tastles around it and slutty shiny boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Vegas. It was sunny and not raining so there was a lot of sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

Bro mad he didn't get a cupcake.

Who tf are you? Imposter

I'm you, but better.