One day a coworker came to my computer to help me with something, and the active browser tab was a thesaurus entry for the word 'cry'. Wow, she goes, r u okay? And now she is constantly telling other coworkers that story just in case they weren't aware of how emotionally unstable I am.
writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"
vampire vi??? bring in all the best fic writers prontooooo
{ive been looking everywhere for the artist but cannot find anything. so i would appreciate if someone could tell me to give credits :3}
Outline your fic during staff meeting.
think about your blorbos ON THE CLOCK
It’s easy to conceive of Vi as a fuckboy because she is superficially more masculine but emotionally it’s clear that she is the exact opposite of a fuckboy.
It feels like there’s so many more fics where Vi is the “womaniser” or “fuckboy” when CANONICALLY it is Caitlyn “snuck girls in through her window” Kiramman
LET CAITLYN KIRAMMAN GET GIRLS
I just love you.
i shan’t speak..
Look it’s me
I am chipping away at this chapter, putting way too much pressure on myself, writing and then discarding vast swathes of words, scowling at my monitor, not doing my job.
I just need to be done with this story so I can step off the angsty smut train for a hot minute and rejoin the world. I don’t want to sleep on it, give it time. I want to finish it, and finish it perfectly.
I would be pissing her off on purpose.
i need this butch so bad
I feel so strongly about this. It is a spiritual practice walk outside every day in the growing season and appreciate the chaos of my garden. Last summer I had a yellow primrose volunteer itself, the summer before that, a wild orchid. Every spring is a joyful surprise. What will grow this year? The lawn is sprinkled with tiny white flowers and clumps of buttercups that I mow around. Once upon I had plans, designs, now I toss flower and vegetable seeds alike, and anticipate the results.
I can't imagine being offended by the dandelion out of place.
i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless "weeds" in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.
Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can't cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well