Get Out Of A Depressive Rut And Get Into A Depressive Slut

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

"how foolish..."

be cringe about your interests!! be embarrassing about the things that matter to you!! be unashamedly annoying with regards to the things that make your world go round!! the world is a better place because of it!!

responses to someone who punched you

Responses to Being Punched

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"What the shit, dude?"

"You're going to have to hit a little harder if you want to do some real damage."

"This isn't a fair fight."

"I'm giving you one last chance to walk away."

"This is about to get ugly."

"If [Name] wasn't here right now, you'd be dead."

"Just wait."

"Punch me again, see what happens."

"Wow."

"Jesus Christ, are you wearing brass knuckles?"

"When the cops show up, you're going to tell them that you started this."

"You're dead."

"Woah, woah, woah, let's not jump to any extremes."

"What did I do?"

"Um, ow."

"I probably deserved that."

"I think you broke my nose."

"Was that a 'hey, buddy, how are you?' kind of punch or a 'I'm about to mess you up' kind of punch?"

"Whatever you think I did, I didn't do it."

"Well, I don't think I deserved that."

"You hit surprisingly hard."

"That felt like being kissed by a butterfly, are you serious right now?"

"I guess you're waiting for me to apologize?"

"If that's your way of saying sorry, I don't think it's going to work."

Your username in my notifs traumatized me

I'm very proud of this achievement

“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

You are still in my notifs

Good.

I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

a fun fact that people may not know about me is that i’m regular about media. i’m so normal about things i enjoy. i never ever get weird or obsessive about them and I consume and enjoy them completely normally. also im a fucking liar

Here are some examples of "show, don't tell" in action:

Telling: Sarah was very angry.

Showing: Sarah's face turned red, her fists clenched, and she slammed the door shut.

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Telling: The room was messy.

Showing: Clothes were strewn across the floor, books were piled haphazardly on the desk, and dirty dishes filled the sink.

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Telling: John was scared of heights.

Showing: John's palms grew sweaty, his heart raced, and he clung tightly to the railing as he looked down from the rooftop.

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Telling: The food tasted delicious.

Showing: The flavors exploded on her tongue, a medley of sweet, tangy, and savory notes danced in her mouth, leaving her craving more.

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Telling: Emma was sad about the breakup.

Showing: Emma's eyes welled up with tears, her shoulders slumped, and she spent hours curled up in bed, replaying their last conversation in her mind.

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Telling: It was a beautiful sunset.

Showing: The sky transformed into a canvas of vibrant hues—pinks, oranges, and purples blending together in a breathtaking display, casting a warm glow across the horizon.

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Telling: The car was old and unreliable.

Showing: The engine coughed and sputtered, emitting puffs of smoke. Rust covered the body, and the faded paint revealed years of wear and tear.

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Telling: The meeting was tense.

Showing: The participants leaned forward in their seats, their brows furrowed, and their voices became sharp and clipped as they argued back and forth.

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Telling: He was a kind person.

Showing: He often went out of his way to help others, offering a comforting smile and lending a listening ear whenever someone needed support.

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Telling: The forest was eerie at night.

Showing: Shadows danced among the trees, the wind whispered through the branches, and the distant hooting of an owl sent shivers down her spine.

“I believe everyone has the ability to love another, but how well we love depends upon our ability to love ourselves.”

— Emina Gaspar-Vrana