So I Was Explaining To The Kids In My Class That Anything That Ends In -us’s Plural Form Is “-i”.

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

I feel like Foxfire should start having dances. Reblog if you agree.

How to write grief — without being boring, basic, or emotionally beige

1- Grief isn’t a one-scene thing

don’t write them sobbing in chapter 12 and ✨totally fine✨ by chapter 13.

that’s not grief, that’s emotional whiplash.

grief is a slow burn. a background buzz.

it hits in quiet moments—like finding their handwriting or hoodie.

☕️ silence + routine = pain

2. crying is optional

newsflash: people grieve in weird ways.

some cry. some laugh. some make pancakes at 3AM and stare into the void.

some say “i’m fine” while making wildly self-destructive life choices.

(spoiler: they are NOT fine.)

🥞 + overthinking = grief

3. grief changes people

maybe they used to be kind. now they’re sharp.

maybe they were outgoing. now they ghost everyone.

grief isn’t just sadness. it’s a plot twist.

🌀 grief = character development in pain-flavored packaging

4. Avoid cliché city

if you write “a single tear rolled down their cheek,”

i will personally haunt your drafts.

instead:

“they blinked too hard and the tears broke free like they’d been waiting all day for an exit.”

✍️ be poetic, not predictable

5. Grief lives in the little things

• setting the table for someone who’s not coming

• hearing their laugh in a stranger’s voice

• keeping their phone charged

• not deleting their playlist

it’s the quiet stuff that hits the hardest.

🫖 tiny detail = emotional chaos

bonus challenge:

write a scene where your character pretends they’re over it…

but their actions say otherwise.

(bonus points if the reader can tell but the other characters can’t.)

grief doesn’t end when the funeral does. Write it like a ghost that keeps showing up. Even when your character swears they’re fine.

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Okay. So. Hear me out. In the StarBlind fanfic, Leo is blind. If he was a human and people teased him for it, he wouldn’t give a fuck. You know? Like, he would make self-deprecating jokes about his blindness.

‘Oh, are you the famous Joe Football, quarterback for our team? Well, apologize for not seeing you there!’

(he already does this in the fic)

But if someone teased him for it, he’d be ready with a snappy comeback.

Some random guy: Why are you still bumping into everyone if you’re blind? Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?

Leo: Yeah, well, you should be used to speaking English by now, but you’re still failing the subject.

@dancingthesambaa thoughts?

Deku: *yawns*

Bakugo: yeah, being pretty must be tiring

Deku: *tilts head* then you must be exhausted

Bakugo: *blushes furiously*

me: I need to do my home work at 8

me: I need to do my home work at 8

me: I need to do my home work at 8

*8 passes*

me: . . .

me: I need to do my home work at 9

Reblog if you want one of these in your askbox:

A compliment or insult

A story

Why you follow me

If you met me what would you do

A cute message

One thing you want to tell me

One thing you want to know about me

why tf do people type out stutters

✨LEO✨

I’ve been bugging @dancingthesambaa a lot lately (sorry!!) but inspiration stuck and this was the result

😅 I honestly don’t know what to feel…. My drawing skills leave MUCH to be desired

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”