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stop trying to make your draft perfect on the first try. your characters don’t care. your plot doesn’t care. even the imaginary readers in your head don’t care because they don’t exist yet. just write the terrible version. write the cringey dialogue and the scenes that go nowhere and the metaphors so bad they make you cringe into next week. because guess what? you can’t edit a blank page, but you can edit a hot mess. embrace it.

My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.

Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:

Self made millionaire & producer Billy Hargrove & Child Star turned Couture fashion model Steve Harrington.

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Before vs After watching Arcane

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I still don't understand this scene... Dash clearly hates Danny so much and treats him so badly, but why did he accept Danny's request to open the locker door for him?

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Yep. No wonder they uhh.... Respect him \(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

FanArt for the incredible @ectoplasmranch for her fanfiction that just immediately ropped me in and I can't stop reading! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Like if I had to count everything that I enjoy, from plot building to character development, the slow burn, the wording, the pacing, just- I would start a whole chapter long rant lol

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Edit: okay, I hate how Tumblr just worsened the quality... x~x

Dude (gender neutral “dude”, as always)

Dash and Danny being cursed with the whole “sharing pain” thing, and Danny’s almost always in pain so Dash stops bullying him because what the hell is going on? Why is he getting attacked like this practically every day? Danny having a very high pain tolerance, higher than Dash’s, and Dash is like “How???”

Glad you like it!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Sneak peak to a fanart I'm currently working on for the fanfic: "You Wouldn't Like Me Alive" over on ao3 from @ectoplasmranch

I just ADORE the more morbid wrap the story and looks of Danny as Phantom has soooo... let's see what my old horror-head makes of it!! :D

(incredible dandash story, go read it.)

Sneak peak to a fanart I'm currently working on for the fanfic: "You Wouldn't Like Me Alive" over on ao3 from @ectoplasmranch

I just ADORE the more morbid wrap the story and looks of Danny as Phantom has soooo... let's see what my old horror-head makes of it!! :D

(incredible dandash story, go read it.)

Edit: I finished this picture!

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You Wouldn't Like Me Alive - Chapter 1 - the_bastard_king - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

Yep. No wonder they uhh.... Respect him \(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) FanArt for the incredible @ectoplasmranch for her fanfiction that just immediately

You Wouldn't Like Me Alive: Chapter 9 is available to read!

More Info | First Chapter

Genuinely so incredibly honored and excited to have been able to commission my incredibly talented friend @wanologic for this piece!!! I'm so obsessed with the colors and the expressions and-and-and (and I could probably write an essay on everything I love about it!!!) AAAAHHH!!!

I hope you like Wano's wonderful art and the next chapter. :) Thank you for reading!

These two are stuck in my head 24/7 on repeat

Reblog if you believe people can cuddle without it being romantic or sexual.

"Interesting, really." The red headed man put his hand up to his chin, thoughtful. His looks are quite well kept, as expected from a scholar. A little peach fuzz donned his face on the chin and sides, proper shoes and pants held up by a belt with an orderly ruffle shirt in ivory and vest in chestnut. As he could never without his ruffles, as impractical in the lab as they were. But he could simply tie them up, for his new experimental form of alchemistry.

"Yes, I know. Although; due to recent discoveries a few researchers and scientists, me included, are now speculating about the possibility that this predatory adaptation also resulted from our interference with humans- may I elaborate?" The merman flicked his shimmering tail in excitement, his scales have often been compared to labradorite, as been his eyes. His light, wavey hair, tied up in a messy bun with some strands hanging in his face, as the merman fixed his glasses as best they'd hold up, eagerly holding on to the boards of the dock. Grinning star-eyed up at the human, almost like a sea-puppy.

"Sure, darling. I am intrigued, do tell." He smiled softly at his lover as he began a tangent about his latest theories, based on his newest bioarcheological findings.

It's been a few years since Darryl moved to this little island, originally to indulge in his experiments and get away from his pressuring parents, who set up marriage proposals left and right. Luckily he got out of it by claiming to already be married to his work.

Never in a hundred years, would he have thought to encounter someone this engaged in scienc- just as engaged as he was! But there he was, at shore one night. Observing and noting constellations. He originally didn't want to scare off the stranger, but the sudden leap in his chest left no room for air, for his mind to think. But instead of scaring him off, the mysterious stranger seemingly found enjoyment in the conversation. His name was Whylt and he'd been around for quite sometime, apparently he'd heard of Darryl and was eager to meet him.

The two soon became friends. Close friends. And soon after that, even close to the point that one felt confident enough to steal a kiss in the secure darkness of the night, near the water and their now shared home. It felt like a dream come true, to Darryl. Even more so as Whylt opend up, told there was more to him and for the first time in their lives, they felt the sweet embrace of love in the soft sea breeze warm from the summer air, under the bright full moon. At first the redhead was worried. Worried he might just wake up in a shared bed with a poor lass, that he knew could never be loved by him as she deserved. Back with his parents, who know nothing but of a "good friend and colleague" of his. Worried that one day he might just wake up without this beautifully kind and smart being next to him, that the merman would flee and take his heart with him. But after one night as Whylt confessed similar thoughts and worries, they'd promised to vow to stay, until death do them part. And it's been quite a few years, a bit more than half a decade, since then.

"And have you made the effort to start writing yet? The papers for your theories?" The redhead grined smug, knowing full well his partner rather enjoys the practical part much more. As he earned a drawn out, dramatically bored sigh from the merman, his grin grew wider.

"Not yet, of course! I... Must find more evidence to prove or counter it. After all, I must consider all sides!" He breathed a laugh, trying his best to get around the mountain of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. Darryl let out a hearty laugh, bellowing into dusk and after a short moment, Whylt joined in. The merman lifts himself up onto the dock, temporarily exchanging his fins for legs.

"The food's ready too, if you'd like." The now two men help eachother stand up, the human getting kiss from his love, as they do.

"Thank you, dear. I love you, my little squirrel." He said laying is lips on the other's again, gaining the same form of affection back.

"I love you too, my little otter." He grabs the pale hand of the merfolk, to hold it up gently and adore it with another kiss. "Let's go, then." They smile at eachother smitten and content. In this moment and for many, many years to come.

“So mermaids and sirens are two different species?” “Just so. My people, what you call mermaids or merfolk, share a common ancestor to you humans, making us distant cousins. What you call sirens, however, are fish that evolved to look and sound like humans to attract their favorite prey.”

Of course! And don't we love it for that??

Cute bees for more cute bees!

got my hands on a field guide of californian bugs and i found that there's this one bee species in southern california that looks like this

(Actual bugs under the cut, CW for insects)

An au for like me and two people but Northern Exposure au. Billy’s a hotshot doctor from UCLA who took a scholarship to practice medicine in Hawkins, Alaska for two years but when he arrives he realizes it’s way too remote and not equipped for him. If only his hot pilot landlord Steve Harrington could change his mind.

I know sometimes my memes are annoying and weird but you should see the ones I don't post lol.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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