#WHY CAN'T I WRITE NORMALLY

[beachyma]

i'm in such a writing slump, i have so many ideas so little creativity while writing, this is what i get for leaving for 3 months. i lost all my writing abilities ... womp womp

#past ha bedtime ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁! #yaya needs help #it's making me genuinely sad #why can't i write normally #these drafts killing me

[reztruck]

This is my favorite Trevor/Michael interaction if you get a tattoo as Michael while you hangout with Trevor. He desperately wants Michael and him to have matching tattoos.

#looking through my screenshots. sorry that trevor is the worst character in the world but i laugh at everything he says. #also desperately trying not to write or draw this. i am trying to be so normal. i'm trying NOT to relive this old hyperfixation rn #pushing down every urge to replay. to do fanart #which is which is why i am writing this (redacted) #trikey #like they fact that you can't get it. I JUST know that it's not Michael's character but it'D be so funny. it'd be so funny guys...it'd be-

[quatregats]

Something I've been thinking about is how Patrick O'Brian manages so skillfully to write characters whose actions contradict their beliefs, which I think is honestly a big part of why his characters feel so real. Mostly with Stephen and Jack—e.g., and perhaps most notably, Stephen has notably leftist sympathies (honestly I have no idea how to characterize his politics in period terms) who nonetheless becomes very comfortable with his rise to the landed gentry, while Jack is a card-carrying Tory who much of the time sympathizes far more with working class sailors and farmers than with the upper classes—but I'm sure he does it to a lesser degree with some of his minor characters (James Dillon, while perhaps not precisely minor, comes to mind), and I love that he's able to do that, especially the way in which he embeds it in the narrative. We see how they're all unreliable narrators of themselves; we understand how they want to be seen and how that does and doesn't coincide with the reality, but most importantly, this isn't presented as something reprehensible, just as a part of their own humanity. They are not their expectations for themselves, but they don't need to be those expectations to be beloved.

#stephen is especially guilty of this and i think it's very interesting how he thinks of himself versus how he acts #which is probably an essay on its own #but i do think that this is another point he and jack make a fun foil on #(for jack this manifests much less explicitly but i think it's definitely still there) #i can't think of other characters atm besides james dillon #(who okay. his actions don't contradict his beliefs exactly but there is a weird and complex relationship between them) #though i do suspect that there are probably more #idk i've been thinking about this a lot because o'brianizing hornblower has brought to the forefront #how different those two authors treat internal/external narratives #patrick o'brian is kind of like yeah they don't really line up but that's okay that's just what it's like to be a person #while for hornblower and cs forester it's like the internal narrative is so unbelievably unreliable and negative #but the external narrative also seems to be resoundingly positive #(which is probably why. in my humble opinion having watched two episodes of it. the tv show is much more Fun) #writing hornblower in o'brian format is just like wow there is no weirdness going on did i write him wrong #but no it's hornblower he just sounds so much more normal without the 24/7 mental gymnastics #perce rambles #aubreyad

[anneapocalypse]

"Write for yourself" and "Comments are good" are not mutually exclusive ideas.

"Comments are good" is true! They are good! We like them! It's nice to leave them and it's nice to read them.

"Write for yourself" is how you get through the draft knowing that feedback is not (and it never is) guaranteed.

#people get so up in arms about this #i assume because they think 'write for yourself' means you shouldn't want comments #which isn't true #it's fine and normal to want feedback #to hope that people read your work and that you can have a connection with them #that's all good #it's just not ENOUGH imo to motivate your when you're struggling #it can't be JUST for the comments #there has to be another reason you're writing #why you keep going even when it's hard or you're stuck #that's where 'write for yourself' comes in #there's a reason you started writing in the first place #don't lose sight of that #writing

[wikiangela]

seven(ish?) sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 💖💖

definitely not seven sentences but whatever haha remember how I said i'm all over the place with my wips? at all times I have at least five docs open and switching between them, just cannot focus on one thing istg so here's more of the cheating fic! 🤣🤣

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He just changes the subject, though, and everyone goes along. Normally they’d all tease him about Taylor, or about Eddie, but clearly they see that it’s too tense now. It’s not their business, though, they don’t need to know why. Buck needs to fix it himself. He can do it. He doesn’t know how, but he’ll try.

_

He doesn’t fix it. If anything, he makes it worse. 

It happens about a week later at a bar. It was a tense week, Taylor having officially moved in, and he and Eddie- he and Eddie have been good. More or less. They’re talking, at least. Trying to act normal, but Buck knows they both know it’s not. They’re not back to being ‘Buck-and-Eddie’ just yet.

That’s why they agreed to join their team on one of the evenings when they go out for drinks. It starts out like normal, everyone sitting around a table, talking and laughing, taking turns in buying drinks for the table. Buck and Eddie sit next to each other, like always, though one thing is different – no parts of their body touch, not a foot, not a knee, not a shoulder. Buck notices that changing as the night goes on, they lean further and further into each other the more they drink.

The part of him that loathes himself after that night knows he should either get away from Eddie or stop drinking, or it won’t end well, not with the way Eddie’s eyes shine, and his smile gets all gooey whenever he looks at Buck – which is a lot, it feel like he doesn’t take his eyes off of Buck, he can feel them even when he’s not looking back at Eddie. On the other hand, the other part of him, the reckless, idiotic, destructive part of him, wants nothing more than to lean in and kiss Eddie’s smile off of his face. 

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @nmcggg @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @exhuastedpigeon @jesuisici33 @theotherbuckley @rainbow-nerdss @malewifediaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @honestlydarkprincess @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @hoodie-buck @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie

#buddie cheating fic #seven sentence sunday #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste) #(btw it's weird between them not only bc they fucked but also bc buck told the team taylor's moving in a day after it happened lol) #again: im aware cheating is ooc for both of them and i don't even like cheating fics but omg this idea can't let go lol #why am i starting to write things i wouldn't even read normally what is happening 🤣

[thecruellestmonth]

Has Jason ever donated a bazillion dollars to charity? Has Jason ever used his corporate monopoly to hire felons? Has Jason ever been a landlord who insisted on earthquake-proofing all his properties which make up a significant share of an entire city? Has Jason canonically exploited the child welfare system using bribes and his prestigious family name in order to gain custody of vulnerable orphans? Has Jason directly supported and funded improvements to the police department?

Yeah, I didn't think so. That leftist hero is Bruce "Batman" Wayne. 😏 Jason has never dumped his massive dynastic wealth into charity, to offset his violent crusade. I bet all you Jason stans feel really stupid now. 🤭🤭🤭 You have failed at leftism, you lack critical thinking skills and media literacy, and your real-life politics must be awful. Truly, you guys are poisoning the Batman fandom with reactionary politics.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd meta #Some of you guys really say‚ ''Batman buys Catholic indulgences and this offsets everything else he does unlike Red Hood''. 🥴 #Why can't you just say‚ ''nO!! tHaT's BaD wRiTiNg!!'' like a normal stan? #I am trying to construct my ideal Batman but you guys just won't let me stop being a hater... 😔😔

[fedorah-the-explorah]

someone who isn't me should put carmen through horrible agony ❤️

#shut up suzie #carmen sandiego 2019 #look man reading my own writing just doesn't hit the same as reading others #for example when i read mmaricarmen's fanfic i feel physically uneasy and i start tearing up (affectionate #(honorary) #but when i reread my own writing its just. #meh. #so what she's getting extremely painful field surgery performed on her #*yawn* #yknow? #why can't i be normal #what the fuck is this sick twisted desire to put characters into situations?

[pb-dot]

Poem Challenge Tag

In which Peebs tries something new and is scared shitless

@ashwithapen tagged me in this here challenge. The rules are:

Write a poem on how you feel about speaking

Write at least as many lines as there are characters in your URL/username (so for me, pb-dot, that's 6)

Don't worry about not being some god-tier poet, just write some silly words and have some fun with it :))

I'm tag-challenging the following warrior poets: @deanwax @stesierra @yesireadbooks @scifimagpie @aziz-reads

(Kinda weird?) poem below the cut

I am a brain in a jar of bone in the darkness of these lipid coils lives electricity shaped like a miracle glimmering with colors impercievable I want to share the color but I do not know where to start or if words could even describe to you my miraculous scintilation's dance So I tell you of my book and ask you about your dreams perchance a drop of color might bleed through the inbetween

#writing #tag game #writeblr #in which peebs remembers why he never got into poetry #it's way too hard #how the fuck do I make the words go? #Like normally I'd just use more words #but I kinda can't here #so it has to be the correct words #don't know if I did a particularly good job #but I tried

[finnpeach]

Hunt

(T/HRONE OF GLAS$ SPOILERS AHEAD! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PAST Q/UEEN OF SHADOW$ BE WARNED!)

My love for R/owan is boundless, and the series would be infinitely better if he was sick.

This is a multi-part fic of A/elin and R/owan training on a mountain and YEAH! HE HAS A COLD!

not much sneezing yet but it will come I promise

likes comments reblogs always loved and giggled over <3

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Aelin stalks through the underbrush with lethal silence. Leaves covered with dew from the early morning mist streak across her face, dotting her cheeks. Her prey, a mountain hare the size of her head, nibbles on the sparse grass a few yards away.

She knocks her arrow, slipping in a breath. She can’t wait to see the look on Rowan’s face when she brings back a hare this size. Slowly, she pulls the bowstring back, kissing against her face. The hare turns, startled, breaths coming fast. Now or never–

“hh’rZzSHHh’uh!” 

Aelin gasps at the sound that echoes around the mountain. It cracks like a whip, scaring even the crows nesting in trees. The hare takes off and she desperately releases the arrow after her prey. The point finds its home in the thick trunk of a tree rather than the soft neck of the hare.

There goes breakfast. Her stomach growls pitifully. Seething, she rises from the brush and goes to retrieve her arrow. 

Five minutes later, Aelin stalks back to the makeshift camp she and Rowan had assembled the night before. The Fae prince had forced her to run from the castle to these distant mountains, shifting in and out of her Fae form to master control, where he then informed her they would be camping for a week out in the elements. And she was to hunt their every meal in between training.

It was a pathetic time, especially with the rain that has settled across the mountain. Damp and cold to her bones, Aelin approaches their campsite. Rowan, appearing much drier than she, sits by the fire she had sparked earlier that morning. He looks oddly run down, like he hadn’t slept much the night before.

Aelin is sure he hadn’t. The mountains were too misty to sleep outside without waking up damp, so they had packed just one tent to keep their baggage light. Lying beside Rowan, last night she had been the private audience to his tossing and turning, grumbling, and finally his snoring. 

“You fucking bastard. You scared off breakfast,” she hisses as she approaches, throwing her bow and bundle of arrows down by the tent. Rowan does not look up from the dagger he cleans in his hands.

“And how – snf! – pray tell, did I scare breakfast from here?” He grumbles. Aelin catches the way he sniffles thickly, his nostrils twitching up with the force of it.

She drops her satchel, full of only a bundle of pathetic berries.  “You sneezed.” She tries not to give in the warmth that pools in her lower stomach at the memory of the sound. It’s the first time she had ever heard him sneeze, and she was not disappointed. “For someone so keen on silence, I expected you’d know how to sneeze more quietly.”

Rowan doesn’t even grace her taunting with a reply, or a snarl. He just continues rubbing a cloth down the length of his dagger. Strange. He must be feeling really tired if he didn’t bother to punish her for such a remark. 

She sits down across from the fire, on a log they’d rolled over so they didn’t sit on wet grass. Feigning interest in destemming the berries she’d picked, she studies him through the crackling flames. 

His white hair is loose around his shoulders, creating a curtain that shields the dark tattoo running along his tan face. The tips of his Fae ears poke out just behind the white strands. After weeks of training with him, sleeping out in the elements beside him, she’s learned that he prefers to tie his hair up. It’s so rare to see him with it down.

“More hand to hand combat training today, or magic training?” She asks, breaking the silence that is only marred by the crackling flames.

Rowan sets the dagger aside. “Your job was to hunt. And since you still haven’t caught anything, your job is still to hunt.” He settles his sharp green eyes on her, brows set. If he didn’t piss her off so much, she might actually tremble under his gaze.

She raises her palms in defeat. “Fine, fine. But if you sneeze and scare off my prey again, I won’t be sharing the catch with you.” Even if she’d very much like for him to sneeze again, she’d rather eat first.

In one swoop, she picks up her bow and arrows and satchel again before setting off. With her Fae senses, she could scent a herd of deer in the southwest. Now that would show Rowan. Perhaps she’d bring back a buck, and spear him with its antlers.

As soon as she leaves the camp, nearly out of earshot, she hears the same thunderstrike from before. Perhaps Rowan had been waiting for her to leave.

“hhzjHSHHhieWw!”

A shiver runs down her spine as more startled crows caw in the trees.

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Two hours later, Aelin returns with a small doe slung across her shoulders.

It’s mid afternoon. She had been lucky a herd was still grazing so late in the morning down by the clearing. She’d been even luckier that Rowan had either gotten his sneezing under control, or learned how to be quiet, because nothing had startled her catch this time.

“Lunch,” she declares to Rowan, dropping the deer to the grass. He hasn’t moved from his spot by the fire. “Is served.”

“It was supposed to be– snf! Breakfast,” he mutters, reaching the dagger at his side from earlier. His voice sounds dulled, like he’s congested.

Aelin rolls her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you helped. And I got us a catch to last us days.” She pats the stomach of the doe proudly. It isn’t very old – there’s still a sprinkling of fawn spots across her back. Aelin feels a twang of guilt for not singling out an older one.

Rowan pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing through his mouth. Aelin hardly has time to prepare before he jerks down towards his crotch, a light mist spraying across his trousers.

“hiHh–... yHhZzSHhhyuu!” A familiar, rushing heat spreads through Aelin’s gut. She swallows, watching as he rubs his nose on his wrist and glares up at her. Is he going to get mad at her for his sneezing?

Rowan chooses not to comment on it, something Aelin is secretly grateful for. “You were– snf! instructed to catch something small. We’re moving camp this afternoon.” He angles the pommel of the dagger towards her.

“What?!”

“Rain is coming tonight and will flood this area. I told you this morning. And now you’ve wasted a young doe’s life.”

A flame of rage flickers to life inside her chest. This is all his fault. “Well, I wouldn’t have wasted jack-shit if you hadn’t ruined my catch earl–”

“Aelin,” he growls, a no-nonsense sound. The tips of his canines poke past his lips. Aelin shuts up immediately. 

He stands, crossing the camp in two strides, and shoves the pommel of the knife against her stomach. She glares beneath his gaze. “You missed the catch because you did not act fast enough. Now you can either carry the doe across the mountain, or… hhH—!” His breath snags, eyes looking off into the distance for a split second. Aelin’s heart hammers in her chest.

He quickly recovers and sniffs again, much to her disappointment, and focuses his gaze on her. “Or you can leave it and realise you wasted a young animal’s life for your pride.” 

Before she can retort, he turns on his heel and she offers a middle finger to his large, muscular back. 

As if sensing her, he says over his shoulder, “And– sNf!– pack up the tent.”

#hey I didn't proof read this im just posting blind #I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM #I can't wait to make him snz more #anyway lets hope no vanillas find this bc I will shoot myself in the fucking face <3 #if you're a vanilla KEEP SCROLLING NOTHHING TO SEE HERE!!! OKAY!!!!M #you know im serious ab keeping it in this community when I put goddamn slashes in the names lmfao #normally I don't care #but I do not want anyone finding this and making me feel weirtd #weird* #anyway #ENJOY! this will probably be a 2 parter #2.5 if you include the fight scene #but mmm yeah lemme know what y'all think if there's anything you wanna see #THE MATCHA FIC IS COMING I PROMISE! I WONT LET THOSE BOYS DIE! #hey guys did you notice how I actually write out the curse words and don't write vulgar gesture every 2 paragraphs nor do I write the word #marked #WHY DOES SHE DO THAT #she ought to take notes #oh and a/elin has the fet. obviously. what else would she have

[thatdammchickennugget]

Someone please hose me down this is getting out of hand

#i'm thinking about inappropriate things #why can't I have this motivation to write at a fucking normal time #and not in the middle of the night #mari talks

[go-catch-a-chickn]

Too many ships too little time

#especially with trying to get back into reading actual books #it's so bad at this point that whenever I encounter a new ship I like I go >>oh no<< #Because no I can't like something/a ship a normal amount #it's all or nothing apparently #I actively holding myself back from thinking too much about new wip ideas #bc I don't have time #speaking as a person who has quite a lot of free time #I don't have enough brain capacity for all of it either #why can't I just focus on one thing/one ship/one fandom WHY #my brain jumps around like crazy so I'm asking again why can't I like something just a healthy amount. I just want to write & read in peace #maybe this is cabin fever speaking. I barely left my house in a week due to covid so bare with me but I truly feel overwhelmed #this is the weirdest rant I had in a while #anyone else feeling like this? #tmr #aftg #shadow and bone #marauders #if this gets out #newtmas #thominewt #thomally #wesper #andreil #wolfstar #jegulus #nally #writer problems #reader problems

[kakyogay]

haha sticking to canon is for nerds ahaha

I say as I worry that I'm shifting too far away from canon with my ideas

#hehe it'd be cool if wind considered suns to be like a sibling to him because *insert bullshit relating to ideas I don't wanna share* #I did write in something that wind was the closest to them like location wise... #and some of their design bits do look a little similar... #and wind's creator having some kind of connection to suns' creator would have him know that their dad or whateva isn't a great guy #but then that goes into the not so great punishment methods that I really don't want to share and bleh #they're already having problems being in a very warm area (heat damage on their structure) they don't need father issues to go with #it's fiiiiiine I'm just gonna leave it in a canvas never to be opened again unless I want to ponder the sin #ughhgh why can't brain think normally like gay robots and meow

[freneticfloetry]

inspirational seven sentence sunday

I'm not in the greatest position to share from this last chapter (which is coming, I swear), because it is an unruly beast full of things that don't work out of context, so we'll just pick up from where we left off in last week's lines. This might be the last to build a home snippet for a while, but there are other things up my sleeve. Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses and @alrightbuckaroo for the tag!

He takes a step forward and holds the box high, attempting to assess the real damage — brunch is the only thing sacred at District, and Carlos wouldn't dream of going without him. But maybe this is exactly what TK needs at the moment: to pretend that everything’s normal and nothing has happened and maybe even pick a little fight. Only, when TK does reach out, it isn't to take the box, it's to catch him by the wrist and reel him in close. Carlos lets himself be caught, feet finding the empty space on either side of TK's that will leave as little distance between their bodies as possible. TK's arms come up to hold him there, wound around his neck, and Carlos sets the box down on the counter behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. "Don't get too excited, it's just a tart," he mutters, muffling most of its worry in TK’s t-shirt. "They were out of that cake you like." TK sniffs into his shoulder in a way that's nothing like laughter, and Carlos turns to tuck his face in the crook of his neck. "Baby."

No-pressure tagging @ambiguouspenny, @liminalmemories21, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @rmd-writes, and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut.

And as for inspiration for today’s scene session:

#seven sentence sunday #inspiration weekend #my writing #to build a home #the proverbial plate #why can't i write like a normal person

[crehador]

i don't know if i think it's really funny or kind of a shame that many people are going to know tadaima okaeri solely as "the omegaverse bl" when it's actually such a sweet slice-of-life about community, family, the struggles of the older generation to understand the younger and vice versa, recovering from social isolation and how recursive that recovery can be, forging lasting friendships as adults, and so on. it's so wholesome and drama-free that it barely has any plot to speak of, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in themes and man. what beautiful themes

#since my recent reread i've been giving more thought to why i like it SO much #because on the surface it really is just fluff #and i love fluff! but usually require some substance to be completely invested in something #and hoooooo boy am i invested #and i think yeah it's the themes. the friendships the community the intergenerational family tensions that are resolved #in such a satisfying way to me #but yeah of course it is also the omegaverse bl lol #iirc my first read years back of only the first volume left me like ''awh that was super cute'' but it was not memorable #and that makes sense bc it's the community that takes shape in later volumes as the rest of the cast enter their lives #that really appeals to me #anyway! random thinky thoughts before bed #i'm already seeing some comments along the lines of ''this is so cute but why did it have to be omegaverse that's so weird and gross'' #''it could have just been normal'' #it's omegaverse because that's the story the author wanted to tell. you fools. you absolute buffoons #flashbacks to all the writing workshop critiques i've received that went something like #''this is really good but do they have to be gay. there's no reason they can't just be normal'' ah fun times :) <- sarcastic guy #goodniiight dashboard if you are for some reason still reading these tags here's a little surprise: #SUPER BOOP!!!!!!

[hongjoongpresent]

the entire essay I could write about the background vocals in terrible man. you don't understand

#onlyoneof #why do you think that first beat drop at the first chorus hits so hard. dude #that's the only spot in the song that I can find where the background vocals completely disappear #also the chorus is the only part of the song where the beat is completely clear and not muddy #there are 2 other spots in the verses that has a bit of the chorus beat too but it's not *as* clear as in the chorus #god when that motto motto tsunaide mou uso demo ii kara furetete HITS. it hits #this song is so insanely good and for no fucking reason I could write an essay about it. maybe I should #the intro has that . instrument that I can't name in it and then the verse has that too but with the beat from the chorus #and then the prechorus is all wahhhwoohohhf floaty. it's floaty airy breathy no clear beat #AND THEN THE. CHORUS HITS and man. uifkvfjvnfjjvjfjvbvfj yeah #also the way rie sings mimi kara karada kills me every time. unrelated to the discussion around instrumentals but #THE BACKGROUND VOCALS IN THE 2ND CHORUS BTW #the woaaahhh that continues into wooohooohh in the chorus... #the ohoohhh ohooooh #dude? listen to hidoi otoko by onlyoneof. that's what I'm saying here #really listen #put it on repeat all day and notice every little instrumental and background vocal detail in it. maybe then you'll be normal #cuz I sure am. so normal and regular about this song #GOD it's so good #sorry if you don't get it. I'm right #the only crime this song commits is being too short #the ohh woahh in the first prechorus. that part is different in the korean version of the song and that one little part is why I prefer the #japanese version of the song. literally just one woahh background vocal is what makes me heavily favor this version. lol #me when I'm so normal about my favorite background vocal parts of a song. is that even a thing it is now. it is to me

[unopenablebox]

have you guys ever had cholent

#my dad and i were discussing the fact that weve never had it (though i think my savta did as a kid? i'll have to ask her) #and apparently every time my dad considers making it someone tells him it's horrible and not to bother #but i can't figure out why it would be horrible because it appears to just be like. short rib beef stew with some grain and beans added? #all the recipes i can find seem pretty normal and pleasant #so either lots of peoples' families were absolutely terrible at cooking (plausible) #or the addition of barley and navy beans can ruin a stew beyond repair. somehow. #food #box opener #write in let us know.