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[thewriterghost]

Quick question:

What to do when the magical world you created in your head to cope with life suddenly decides to summon you while you were in class?

#writer struggles? #write #writers #writer #writing #school #funny #magical world #stories #life of a student #student #thewriterghost

[basicrese]

James Potter Fic Recs

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one-shots

about you by @mischiefmoons

all i wanted was you by @daintyys

best not to cry over spilled milk by @wreckofawriter

Coach P. by @soupandsimple

dizzy by @moonstruckme

game night by @thewriterghost

invisible string by @pretty-little-mind33

i peeled my orange today by @14thgalerie

i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

is it chill that you’re in my head? by @boneblushed

kiss his face with an uppercut by @mischiefmoons

lover four by @theemporium

lucky charm by @wreckofawriter

maroon by @pretty-little-mind33

obsessed by @lucyrose191

only like you can by @moonlightspencie

pretty boy @alwaysmoncheri

what letters? by @patrophthia

what was i made for? by @once-upon-an-imagine

wildest dreams by @pretty-little-mind33

you are in love by @pretty-little-mind33

you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming

series & multi-parts

hope by @fourmoony

I’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles

I needed to hear you say it by @livinginshambles

I thought you’d be different by @livinginshambles

til forever falls apart! by @priniya

you’re losing me by @astonishment

#james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter smut #james potter fic #james potter #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #harry potter #peter parker fic

[pens-swords-stuff]

[Tag game] Nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by the lovely @artbyeloquent and the amazing @vivrune, thank you both so much!

Rules: Answer all the questions, then tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Three Ships: I'm not a massive fandom shipper, I mostly just ship my original characters but hmmm, what ships have I been more than passively interested in... Kala and Wolfgang from Sense8, Kaz and Inej from Six of Crows, and currently, Shionne and Alphen from Tales of Arise.

First Ship: Oh god I don't even know. Probably Link and Zelda from the Legend of Zelda, or Jessica and Angelo from Dragon Quest VIII?? That's the earliest I can remember rooting for as a small child, at least.

Last Song I Listened To: Paper Mache Planes by Nova & The Experience

Last Movie I Watched: Probably Avatar: The Way of Water.

Currently Reading: Truthfully, a very big book for work. In terms of on my reading list for enjoyable books: A Lady's Formula for Love by Elizabeth Everett.

Currently Watching: Rewatching Lockwood and Co., weekly episodes of My Hero Academia, and Masterchef Season 12 just while I'm cooking. Recently finished the new season of Way of the Househusband.

Currently Consuming: Leftover vegetarian chili and vegan cornbread. Personally not vegetarian, but my partner is! (it was our first attempt at making it together and we didn't follow a recipe for the chili. And it was just so good).

Currently Craving: Like I was telling @ls-daydreams in this post Korean fried chicken.

Tagging with very little pressure or expectation: @mecharose @thewriterghost @thewriteflame @sarahlizziewrites @brick-a-doodle-do @writernopal @scorpiolight-madd @royal1asset-if @wordsforarmor

If you see this and want to do it too, please do! Feel free to say that I tagged you, I’d love to see.

If you want to be tagged by me for tag games, click here!

#tag games #not writing #undine speaks

[autumnalwalker]

Find the Word Tag

Thank you to both @oh-no-another-idea and @talesofsorrowandofruin for tagging me. Combining this into one giant word finding exercise.

My words from @oh-no-another-idea were sunshine, low, dusk, yellow, & chair.

My words from @talesofsorrowandofruin were cat, clash, crumble, clutter, & creak.

Passing the tag on to @thewriterghost, @affectionatemeconopsis, @blind-the-winds, @theprissythumbelina, @writingpotato07, and the usual open tag for anyone else who wishes to join in.

Since I'm doubling this up, instead of five set words, how about picking five (or more) from the following list:

delay, block, lock, rest, look, reach, vent, stand, rain, & drop

Sunshine: The Archivist's Journal, Day 120

I tried delaying my leaving this morning, but the rain kept going anyway.  At least I remembered to bring the cloak this time.  Had to sacrifice a towel to keep the rest of the laundry and changes of clothes for the next week dry though.  

It certainly could have been worse I suppose, for it was really only a light shower.  The kind where it’s paradoxically bright enough out where you can see the sunshine reflected off the raindrops and you come out the other side of it more damp than wet.  Honestly, between the gleam of the droplets, the patter on the broad leaves, and the soft tapping on my shoulders I might have actually enjoyed the walk into the Village this morning if it weren’t for trying to carry an unwieldy load of laundry the whole way.

Low: Empty Names Side Story - There Are No Dogs At The Dog Park

With the woman no longer blocking her view, Sarah can see just how obviously she’s no longer at the same bus stop she sat down at.  Behind the woman - “Eris” and “Volunteer”  the nametag sticker on her shirt reads - is a long, low concrete building with grass growing on the roof and adorned with an emblem above its door depicting the stylized red outline of a howling wolf overlaid on top of a blue moon with the letters NALSA in white.  The same emblem is replicated on the volunteer’s t-shirt with “North American Lycanthrope Sanctuary Association” in smaller print around it.  In any other direction is nothing but empty scrub-covered prairie as far as the eye can see, broken only by the faint outline of dirt road the bus stop is situated on and the tall, inward-curving chain link fence extending out from either side of the building.

Dusk: The Archivist's Journal, Day 8

Last night was… nice.  After locking up the archive for the evening I wandered the Village streets for a time looking for the home I’d been invited to dinner at.  Fortunately James had given me directions before we parted, saying it was towards the waterfront so I only got lost once on the way.  Still, it was just past dark when I arrived.  It’s an oddly festive sight, these Village streets at night.  The rooftops, awnings, and doors are colorful enough by day, but once the sun goes down and dusk mutes their hues the villagers uncover the crystals on their lamps and a veritable rainbow spills from the windows to paint the white walls of the winding rows.

The crystals used to light the archives (from which stock I’ve been lighting my own home) are all a near-uniform blue-white, neutral and good for reading by.  The color choices for lighting people’s homes however are more varied, although how much was personal preference of the residents, versus differing availability of crystal colors, versus some manner of social indicator, I’m not yet certain.  Blues, greens, and magentas seem to be the most common although warmer yellows and oranges are not uncommon.

Yellow: Empty Names - 4 - Prince In Gold

Sullivan examines the riesling resting in its glass on the table before him.  He’d always thought white wines were misnamed.  Yellow, or even better, gold, would be a far more fitting description.  Alas, he can no better change that ill-fitting naming convention than he can get drunk off the beverage before him, as much as he’d like to do both right now.  Either one would make this reunion easier.  

But since buying up vineyards and restaurants just to change the terminology on menus would be a waste of resources and taking a drink before his friend arrives would be poor form, he contents himself with leaning back into the richly upholstered chair and gazing into the chandelier above while he listens to the music from the band behind him.  It is a lovely little piece; a sonata that some two-centuries dead Frenchman left unfinished until the restaurant’s owner conjured up his ghost to complete it.

Chair: Empty Names - 6 - Background Checks

For all its gothic gloom during the night, Bridgewood Manor is surprisingly well-lit during the day.  Mostly this is due to Carnette having installed large windows looking out onto alien landscapes in most of the rooms and halls not directly connected to the building’s outer shell as a flex on visitors, but - much like her - that is quite literally neither here nor there at the moment.  No, Sullivan’s gaze is set on his laptop.  The vista behind him is only worthy of his attention insofar as it’s creating an annoying glare on his screen, and even that he’s pointedly ignoring.  To move from his overstuffed chair to a seat with less glare would be letting the window win, and he’s not about to concede to an inanimate object in a contest of wills.  

Cat: A Dream About Gifts

There are cats on the train that serve some sort of specific purpose.  The nature of that purpose is a matter of debate amongst passengers.

Just before reaching the town in the North, the train passes through a tunnel with the massive corpse of an angel hanging over the mouth of the tunnel, chained and nailed to the mountain.  This always upsets some of the cats, especially on the rare occasions the train brushes against the divinely tattered flesh.  

Clash Conflict: The Archivist's Journal, Day 39

It was Vernon who broke the silence several minutes later, venting about how he feared that he’d handled the situation with the brothers poorly and that it was his fault their father died without his family nearby.  That if he’d been more decisive maybe things could have been resolved sooner.  And what if the brothers started resenting one another for how things played out?  His job was to help resolve conflicts, but what if he’d just transformed it into a worse one?

Crumble: A Dream About Going Home

I’m standing atop the battlement of a crumbling keep of weathered stone, holding an open book.  The scenery is both familiar and strange.

A party steps out from a copse of trees below.  Their regally-dressed leader calls out to me.  “Pray forgive our trespass, mighty wizard, and refrain from striking us down!”

I close my book and reply “I am just a simple wanderer, passing back through the land of my birth.  You are as welcome here as I.”

Clutter: The Archivist's Journal, Day 152

Well, I took the cowardly route and left a note.

It didn’t so much stop raining as slow to a light drizzle, but I took that as good enough, waited for Cass to leave after cleanup (even with the children cleaning up after themselves they’re not perfect, and there’s still my own clutter to take care of) I quickly penned an invitation (“quickly” after twenty minutes of second-guessing myself on whether or not to even do it), threw on my cloak, pulled up the hood, and stepped outside.

Creak: The Archivist's Journal, Day 47

And when it put down that log I gained an inkling of why the villagers call it a god and not simply a giant or another spirit.  For rather than simply dropping the log or setting it down lengthwise it planted the former tree trunk upright in the ground.  As the being pressed the log further into the earth I could hear the sounds of strained wood creaking and groaning and mounds of dirt began radiating out from it as if displaced by rapidly growing roots.  A few moments later the Wandering God stepped back as if to gaze upon its handiwork and then turned its head to look at us.

#tag game #my writing #writing tag games #find the word tag #manuscript search tag #Empty Names #The Archivist's Journal #I'm curious how does everyone go about picking their words for this game? #Personally I pull words from my excerpts for that post

[tailoroffates]

Find the Words Tag Game

Tagged by @svpphicwrites

I'm going to tag @thewriterghost @words-after-midnight @asterhaze and anyone else who wants to join in!

Your words are: Incredible, thought, savage, and love!

CW: Vulgar language, violence, undead

Allow

  “Do you think you created enough plane-shift scars to keep her from following?” My conscience asked, straining his voice so he could be heard over our heartbeat.   “I don’t know, but man… I didn’t even scratch her…” I replied between breaths, then coughing up a fair sum of golden blood across the table in the booth I appeared in.   “By the gods, Dual! What happened?” Shirley shouted in a panic, running up to the booth with a clean rag. “Didn’t scratch who?” She asked as she looked me and my sorry state up and down.   “Don’t you worry none about that. I’m fine. Give me another ten minutes and my regen should kick back in…” I said looking down at the handprint burned onto my belly. “Fucking purity…” I mumbled as Shirley stared in shock at the blood on the table.   “Are you… A god?” She asked, wiping at the gold liquid carefully with her rag.   “Oh, honey. That’s no good for my ego. Let’s just say that I’m something else. I said, leaning back in my seat to allow myself a chance to relax. In hindsight, I definitely should have geared up before going head-to-head with the General of the Cosmos wars, but at least I got what I came for. I thought to myself as I looked towards the windows. It was already almost morning, meaning I had quite the wait until midnight. The ideal time to release the scariest Necromancer Eden has ever known.

Reflect

  “No, no, no!” I yelped in terror, desperately kicking at her face. It was so rotten that my foot pushed right into her head, making a mixture of sickening sounds. It took everything within me to keep pushing forward. My entire body was numb by this point, and nothing but the feel of painful needles pricking me in waves was what I had to rely on to carry me through this ordeal. From this angle I could clearly see all thirty feet of the Golem making its way toward me, pushing through the lake like it was nothing but a paddling pool. Fear gripped me from all angles, like thousands of slivers that only continued to crawl deeper beneath my skin. As Ms. Classen's body went limp, I shook my foot loose and turned to flee the problem at hand. I leaped to the next stone, but this time the reflection of the waters beneath me revealed every villager from Volfclen swimming and clawing at me beneath the waves. Each one was ripe with decay and reaching out for me in desperation. “By the gods…” I whispered as they all began to break through the water's surface.

Arrogant

  “You really think he’s going to cooperate with you?” My conscience asked, clearly unsure of my plan.   “He will if I’m the one to unseal him.” I replied in annoyance, looking at the unconscious drunk sitting across from me as I took a deep breath and cleared my mind. “Hey, Magnus.” As the name left my lips, the man awoke abruptly and began screaming in agony as a bright green light illuminated the rune carved into his chest and then flowed throughout the rest of his body, effectively overwriting his tari pools. Shirley and Benet stared over at us in terror as the man shook his head and convulsed wildly before the light finally reached his eyes, illuminating them a toxic green color. He took a couple deep breaths and looked from me to the drink in front of him. “An offering of peace.” I said, gesturing towards the tankard. He sighed and took a sip.   “My compliments to the bartender.” He said, his voice easily three octaves lower than the man who the body actually belonged to.   “You hear that, Shirley? He likes your drink. That’s quite the compliment, nothing pleases this guy.” I said across the room with a laugh. He glared at me from behind his cup before placing it back down on the table.   “What do you want Dual?”   “How did you know it was me? The whole point of this mask is for people not to recognize me!” I said, clearly annoyed.   “I can see your souls, Dual. No mask could hide from me what you’ve become. Plus, not one creature on Eden is as arrogant as you.” Magnus replied, looking me up and down. “I see you’ve been to Hell recently. Did you at least fill the open slot?”   “Souls? You’re one hell of a fancy Necromancer, Maggie.” I replied with a chuckle.   “I’m not a Necromancer, Dual. I am a Soulmancer, and if you wish for me to sit here and listen to anything else that comes out of your mouth you’d better not call me that again.” He replied, his tone rather serious.   “Okay, okay. Fair enough- wait! Of course I did! Can’t be leaving that kind of power vacuum in Hell, that would just be irresponsible. I chose Charlieze as the new sin of Pride.” I said with a laugh, doing my best to mask the fact I was slightly offended by his question as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.   “He isn’t going to like that...” He replied, shaking his head.

Reach

  “Oh, shit…” I mumbled as I picked myself up off the ground as quickly as I could manage. My bones began to reform and twist back to where they were supposed to be as I manually reached up and snapped my jaw back into place.   “You coming here means either time has eaten away at your common sense, or you, Dual, are getting desperate.” Rizza said in a playful tone as she emerged from the shadows of the trees.   “Rizza… I see age hasn’t slowed you down one bit.” I replied with a smile.   “Is it really a wise choice to comment on her age?” My conscience asked, falling silent as Rizza scowled and spoke again.   “If you are here to talk you have two seconds. If you move so much as a nerve, I swear, I will wipe the forest floor with your face.”   “How’d you see me coming? I’m fateless, you shouldn’t have been able to see me.” I asked with a chuckle.   “I didn’t, but you were foolish enough to step foot on my land, which immediately registered your aura signature. Hence why I knew it was you despite your new accessory. On that note, Lucifer is not going to like that you stole from one of his servants.” She said, waving one finger back and forth at me. I laughed aloud.   “We both know you’re more of a threat to me than he is.” I replied as she tilted her head slightly and nodded before looking back at me.   “You’re not wrong. Now tell me why you’re here, or get off my lawn.” She said through her teeth. I teleported to behind her in an instant and attempted to reach over her, but as I reached she grabbed me by the arm and tossed me over her shoulder. The second I hit the forest floor, I rolled to the side as her foot slammed into the ground where my head had just been.

#find the word tag #writeblr #writers of tumblr #tag game #thanks for the tag!

[your-favorite-roommate]

tag game: nine people you want to get to know better

thank you so much for the tag @thewriterghost sorry it took me a sec 

three ships: oh god oh fuck. ill go with some less cringey options lol, victor and yuri from yuri! on ice, solangelo from percy jackson, would it be weird to say tom nook and redd from animal crossing? too bad

first ship: first one i actively searched stuff out for was solangelo, all the way back in 2014 baybee

last song i listened to: currently listening to a song that i cant pronounce but it slaps

last movie i watched: puss in boots: the last wish! what a good fuckin movie omfg i wanna go watch it again

currently reading: i havent picked up a book in at least 6 months..... ive been busy

currently watching: similarly, im not watching anything. i dont have the attention span /shrug

currently consuming: white cheddar cheez-its

currently craving: sleep :] 

tagging @justmeandmytechs @monstrousfreedom @toribookworm22 i dont wanna bother anyone else also i dont know many people on this blog its new and its my side blog please have mercy

#not writing #im so tired dont mind me

[askdahoodie]

How do you feel now that you are the Husband of many girls?

“Jesus don’t even REMIND me.” Hoodie shakes his head.

#ask #thewriterghost #askbrian #mhbrian #Hoodie #Brian Thomas #Marble Hornets

[thewriterghost]

A Future Doctor

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x reader, Eleventh Doctor x reader

Summary: Y/N is Tenth Doctor’s companion for a while now. Someday, she accidentally meets a future Doctor.

Note: It is my first time writing in English. Please leave comments to help me improve myself. Thanks for reading my work!

*****

“I’ll be back before you get bored.” She said with a smile. “You need anything from the village?” 

“No, just have fun. And be back before six, it’ll be fixed by then.” said the Doctor while still looking at the little box he held, the one that he was trying to fix. Y/N nodded and left the TARDIS. 

It was somewhere around 90’s, at least that’s what the Doctor said when they first arrived. It was more like an accident than intentional, something to do with that little box the Doctor was trying to fix, she assumed. The village had such a lovely view, she didn’t care about the date being different from the Doctor’s intention. As long as she was with her Doctor, travelling through time and space, saving all kinds of species, she didn’t care anything else at all. That reminded her the first time she saw him. It was such a vivid memory, even after two years with him. She smiled as she remembered the time that brown-haired slim man calmed her down with his smooth voice as a cyberman past by. Cyberman armies was all over the city that night, trying to upgrade people. It was such a relief the Doctor was there to save the planet, just like he did in the past and he will in the future. After running all over their base and figuring out how to send them away on that scary night, he invited her to the spaceship she now called home. Of course, Y/N accepted. What else she could’ve done against the offer of an adventure? 

A voice stopped the thoughts floating in her mind. To be more specific, a man’s voice.

“Y/N, where were you?! I was looking for you all over the village! I told you not to wander off!” His red bow-tie caught Y/N's attention at first encounter. 

“Do I know you?” Her sentence made him frown slightly.

“What do you mean? Of course you know me, I am the Doctor.” said the man, as he straightened his bow-tie, almost as a reflex.

She raised an eyebrow. What was he talking about? He wasn't the Doctor. Doctor looked nothing like him. “No, you’re not.” 

As a response, he took a familiar object out of his jacket’s pocket. Y/N couldn’t believe what she saw. It was a sonic screwdriver. Although, with a green light on top, it was quite different from his Doctor’s sonic. 

“Of course I am! Look! It’s my sonic screwdriver. The one you used quite a lot.”

"I haven't even see that before." 

After a moment of watching each other, she added. "If you are really him, then show me your TARDIS."

He didn't hesitate to take her hand and drag her into the street he came from. 

He pointed the blue box. "See? TARDIS." Then pointed himself. "Timelord." 

She stared at the police box she adored. It was really the TARDIS. In a different street, but at the exact same blueness. 

"How?" She managed to turn her eyes to the timelord. "Haven't you told me that you can't cross your own timeline or the universe would explode or something?"

"I am not crossing my timeline. I haven't interacted with myself."

In that exact moment, he took a step back as he frowned and looked at her, carefully. Like he was looking for something particular. 

"How old are you?" He said, after he is done with whatever he was looking for.

"Nineteen. Why?" Y/N asked. He looked like something was wrong.

"You're not my Y/N."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said, kind of offended.

"It means, you're a younger version of my Y/N. Not the one who's travelling with me. That's why you don't know about the sonic and this version of me. I haven't changed yet." 

Conversation got cut off with another voice which was familiar to Y/N. Actually, too familiar. 

"Doctor, I bought cake! And found the cookies you were talking about." It was her own voice. The Doctor shushed the younger Y/N and pushed her behind the TARDIS. As he did, the older Y/N turned around the corner with a paper bag in her arms. 

"Who were you talking to?" 

"Myself. You went to get the cake? I told you to wait for me and not wander off!"

"You were busy and I was hungry. You were right about the cookies by the way. They are delicious."

"I told you. Now, why don't you go inside? I'll be there in a second." 

Y/N waited as her older self agreed and went into the TARDIS. After a second, the Doctor's face appeared from behind the TARDIS. 

"It was me." Y/N whispered.

"It was you. Just a few years older."

"I am going to be with you a few more years, then." She smiled. 

He smiled too. But when he spoke, it was about a different topic.

"Now Y/N, I want you to listen to me carefully. The younger me doesn't know that he is going to change. You can't tell him. It would mean I am crossing my own timeline and it can never happen. It would destroy the universe." She nodded. The Doctor hesitated for a second before he spoke again.

"When he will change, it will be… Difficult. He won't want to change. I know it is selfish of me to want that but I want you to help him. Remind him that it is okay to change. I know it is going to be hard for you too but I wouldn't say anything if I didn't know you or what you are capable of." 

The Doctor's trust in her, made her smile genuinely. "Of course I will help, Doctor. You didn't need to ask for it. I will always be there when you need me."

He smiled too before walking inside the TARDIS. As TARDIS made her classic voice and disappeared, she walked through the street with a grin on her face. Her smile didn't fade even when she got to her Doctor's TARDIS. 

"What happened? I thought you said you'll be out at least two hours." Doctor asked, still holding the box in one hand and his sonic in the other. 

"I said I'll be out until you got bored. Does it take you two hours to get bored?" She teased, laughing. "Are you finished with the box?"

"Almost."

It didn't take long for him to yell, "Done!" and start running around the console as soon as he put the box in it's place.

"Which planet do you want to go now?"

"Which planet do you want to show me?" Her answer made him grin widely as he yelled and pulled a lever. 

"Allons-y!"

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[thewriterghost]

Hello! Are you still taking requests? If so, how about a Tenth Doctor x reader song fic in which he doesn't understand why the reader loves him and stays by his side due to everything he's done? (The song I had in mind was Love Like You by Rebecca Suger since it's about a similar feeling)

Hello! I am so sorry this took so long! I am pretty new at writing in English and this was my very first request and my first ever song fic! I tried my best, hope you enjoy it!

And please give me feedback so I can improve my work. Thanks for reading!

*****

Love Like You

The Doctor watched Y/N as she continued to read her book. While she chose to spend this quiet afternoon with her book, the Doctor's mind was floating with the thoughts of their last adventure. 

He was angry. As he remembered, the guilt came back. It was never actually gone, although it was easy to forget when he was with Y/N.

If I could begin to be

Half of what you think of me

I could do about anything 

I could even learn how to love

Her bright attitude towards him, it amazed him every time. The way she looked at him like he was a hero… The Doctor wouldn't agree with her. He was no hero. He was a destroyer. Destroyer of planets and species.

When I see the way you act

Wondering when I'm coming back

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

He watched Y/N as she put the book aside and smiled at him. As if she had some sort of superpower that helped her hear thoughts, she asked.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." He answered quickly. But there was no doubt about what he was thinking.

"Doctor… You're still thinking about yesterday, right? I told you, you did what you had to do. No one was going to survive, if it wasn't for you." She approached him. "You did the right thing." 

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that's true

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

He didn't answer. How can blowing up a spaceship full of aliens be the right thing? How can ending life to save another be what a hero should do and be proud of? How can he think the lives he saved when there's lives he lost?

"Doctor, they had a choice. They could've chose to stop hurting people. They didn't. Stop blaming yourself for saving all those people from their wrong decisions."

Look at you go 

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special

That was what the Doctor couldn't understand. How were you still amazed by him? How were you still willing to stand by his side? 

If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love

His expressions gave his questions away and Y/N responded with her soft voice.

"Because you tend to blame yourself for everything. You need someone to show you everything with a different perspective. You need someone to show you how you actually are. How amazing you are. How indescribable things your actions create."

When I see the way you look

Shaken by how long it took

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

He didn't respond. Instead, gave her a little smile. That was a start. Maybe, just maybe, he could see everything from her perspective someday. Maybe someday, he could love himself like she does.

Love like you

Love me like you

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[thewriterghost]

Teacher: Is money that important? Like, would you kill someone for money?

Some guy: *dead serious* How much money?

#this really happened #real #school #memes #meme #funny #student #teacher #dialogue #school memes #student memes #teacher memes #funny memes #funny meme haha #funny meme xd #thewriterghost

[thewriterghost]

Me, writing a new story: This is so good!

Also me, after two days: Omg this is too cringy how could I write something like that

#thewriterghost #teen writer #writers block #writers #writer memes #writer #write #writeblr #writing #writing memes #readers #reader #funny #meme #memes #reading

[thewriterghost]

Me, in free time: *doesn't write*

Also me, in class, when i am supposed to listen: *writes 2000 words without a break*

#write #writing #meme #writers block #writer memes #writing memes #writer #author #why is this happening #all the time #thewriterghost

[thewriterghost]

Me, when I have writer's block: *does nothing, nobody asks for anything*

Me, when I'm finally able to write: *263838629 people asks for help on something, 6273827 people tells me to study, exams are coming, teachers give homework, pet needs caring, me gets sick*

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[thewriterghost]

That feeling you get when you finished reading a book...

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[thewriterghost]

Remember Bela from Supernatural? I don't know if anyone told that yet but funnier thing is, her name literally means trouble in Turkish.

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