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wiw3 · 4 months
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Finally Getting Something Out
Hey all; that's okay, right?
I've been trying to think of something, virtually anything, viscerally everything that I could with which to come back, but, I can't. I have a plan tomorrow to run once more headlong into the breach, old friends, that's okay to say, right?
I'm rocking back and forth as I write this, I kind-of fidget when I author anymore, it seems. In any case, let this be a testament to the fact that I'm going through a period of being scared to upload to this little pocketbook on the internet.
It's no worse than a dream journal, I don't actually believe most of these things. A lot of it is satire and drafts meant for writing practice, but in a sensually-candid moment, I need to speak truth to the fact that I feel like I've abandoned those few who've chosen to spend time with me, watching me on this platform.
I think it's simply because I don't see nearly enough people like me, maybe I'm on the wrong platform, maybe I use the wrong tags, who knows? I guess I don't really care, I think I would like to write until I find an audience, as much of a cliché as it is, I think there's a fair place for cliché in society nowadays, and so-far-out irony that it leaves mothers quietly scratching their heads saying "Um, Brittany? What've you been getting into? Who's this Doc person you've been reading so much on?" And you're forced to have the awkward conversation explaining that I'm just some loser on the same wavelength as you and reading my stuff makes you feel better.
The point is that if you just kind-of surf in the murk here, I'd appreciate a tender little like every once in a while, a follow if you really like what I do. You don't know how much it means and how much it would motivate me to keep hitting this wall with more creative ideas. I think that's okay to say. I've kind-of been falling apart lately as I've struggled to wonder what's okay to put into written form, just trying to follow every rule, not hurt anyone's feelings, but lately it seems impossible, I'm just glad to have written something, at long last. That's okay to talk about, right?
Anyhoot, I'm going to be heading my large personage to bed, on this weekend night in Southwest Florida where the snow never comes, but the feels always do. I think we can talk about that.
I've been Doc, sorry for the long, overly-formal verbal signoff, Merry Happy, this year. I'm tired and blackout, and I love you all. I think that should be okay.
And it's okay for you to be here, too.
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cloudynyims · 6 months
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working on a fic based on a little snippet I saw on here that I thought was so cute. I'm 1.4k words in, so it'll be done sometime soon. It's fandom neutral but hopefully you'll still enjoy it!
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flkmoresluvr · 10 months
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Writing my Axl Rose story, i’ve got the first two chapters written I shall upload it whenever I get my invitation on A03 so I can upload it on there and also wattpad!
It’s a basic ass enemies to lovers story set within high school but I think some will enjoy it. (My friend at least, haha.)
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corasorangejuice · 1 year
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HELP. I’ve been writing some VERY random cobert drabbles recently, should i post them individually or make a multi-chapter fic? they aren’t really connected in any way but ig i can just publish them as i write? any suggestions?
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willowcrowned · 6 months
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incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities
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tariah23 · 1 month
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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dayas · 3 months
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Dual pov save me! Save me dual pov!!!!!
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filmloversociety · 1 year
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In Barbie (2023), directed by Greta Gerwig, Ken says he wants to spend the night with Barbie because they're boyfriend and girlfriend and when she asks him "to do what?", he replies "I'm actually not sure". This is a perfect analogy to kids playing with Barbie dolls, as they know that couples "do things" but are too young to know exactly what. In this essay I will
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strangelittlestories · 4 months
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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.
Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.
The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.
Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.
This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.
"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.
"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.
This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.
Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.
"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."
And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.
Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.
Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.
On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.
As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.
Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.
She always had been a wizard with silk.
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Thank you for reading. If you'd like to support my writing, you can do so at https://ko-fi.com/strangelittlestories
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fairydrowning · 6 months
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"Days will pass, and you'll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality."
– Nizar Qabbani
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stoopidstapler · 9 months
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
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astearisms · 8 months
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fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started
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fandom-trash-goblin · 1 month
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i've got seven missed calls and eight apologies in drafts and the thought of anyone wanting me makes me so afraid that i ask them to leave even when i want them to stay. inside my mind i am begging; please don't go— please love me anyways
grit, a poetry collection/ in image/ mayakovsky by frank o'hara/ sue zhao/ unknown / Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy / gone girl, gillian flyn/ Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day, Nikki Giovanni / supernatural season 12 ep 22 (thanks @count-woe-laf) / I Put The Coffin Out To Sea by Lisa Marie Basile/ Sorry by Halsey/ Sorry by Halsey / unknown
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writeouswriter · 11 months
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My followers: And is this “writing” you’ve been “working on” in the room with us right now?
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clemnoir · 4 months
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coffee date
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cheseely · 13 days
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