#writing something

[workof-tortured-poetsdepartment]

I don't belong to anywhere or anyone. Not even to my parents, It is just a cage for now but one day I hope I will cut this string off too. But apart from this house, there is no place for me. No place I can reach for with a smile, when I put it in nice way, optimism at finest, I am free, free to become anything, be anywhere, change, as much I want, I can be anywhere and not need to think about anyone, no one to care for about but it is just me, free, liberated, not tied down to anything, no relation grounding me down, no rules and etiquettes and loyalty I have to be bound to, no relation burdening me down and I would like it, for most parts I do, but honestly it's not the kind of freedom that makes me happy. I don't expect anything from any person but It's sad, to not have a place, to belong to fully and yet have the freedom to be me, where I can always return, after days months years and still feel nothing changes. Something I can call home, iykwim?

#writing something #idk

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

WIP excerpt?/start of something new

My jumpsuit is itchy as I wiggle back into it after my shower, drying my hair with two men at my sides. The eyes of the other girls are trained on me, their whispers filling the air. All of their voices are low, but I know what they’re saying about me. I’ve heard it all before. At least this nightmare will be behind me in a few hours, according to my lawyer. Maybe my dad’s money finally did me a favor. Maybe I’ll get to prepare for whatever comes next in my own home, rather than behind bars.  

We’re about to head to the common area, to have however much social time they’re allotting us for the day when a guard steps up to us. “Lawrence! You made bail, somehow. Let’s go.” He means me. But my new peers don’t want to accept it. So the room falls silent, even though everyone knows a few want to take a shiv to my neck. I swallow the lump in my throat and try to appear composed because I should be excited- thrilled- that my family was able to help me like this. But I’m not. I’m terrified because I know what’s expected of me… and this is out of line.

I step up to the wall and feel the metal of handcuffs pinch my wrists as they take me to the other side of the prison. His hand is too rough on my arm, but I can’t say that. I can’t say anything. My rights are incredibly limited until I walk out those front doors; the guard and I both know that. Bags rustle behind me, containing the few items I had on me when I was detained. And I remember that moment, just as I’ll remember it for the rest of my life, because of how wrong it was. What’s it going to take to convince them of the truth?

#amwriting #female writers #just wrote this #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #new wip #writeblr #writing something #writing process #had this idea for a while #try years

[theonlyhoneybee]

soooo i lowkey might come back to writing and everything, it took me soo long to sort everything out BUT yall i deleted every writing i had on my notes so i gotta restart💔 but best believe i will be tryna write again for yall and a lil update on my life I GOT A BF YALL like he’s the sweetest and he’s so good to me fr but yeahh thats alll, i love all you guysss, see you soon hopefully💗💗

#im back #writing something #give me ideas #please #mwah 💗 #thanks for your patience #and support #i love you all

[pink-saturn]

Somehow, you protecting me turned into me being in a cage. And my death was an illusion you say; a minor fault in the stars, to me it was a miracle I say; a major wish on a shooting star.

My ashes can rise to phoenix; my carcass can form magical lands of fairies; yet I, with my body and soul; with my agony and despair can form no wonders, but dystopias; "entrapment" is my word.

#writing #prose #poem #reading #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #books #writers #life #school #fairies #story #stories #wip #writing in progress #blogging #word vomit #wordings #writing something #writeblr #poets of tumble #writers of tumble #editors

[pretendfan]

“What do you mean that you don’t like horror films?” Mickey retorts affronted by the very idea as he sits up higher in his metal chair, so his fellow classmates in the back of the room can hear him, as he continues lamenting “Did you walk into the wrong class or something because around here we actually respect all films.”

“Especially Showgirls!” Randy another student chimes in always a background character, one who gets a few laughs but nothing that you would choke on your butter popcorn by.

#mickey altieri #randy meeks #scream 2 #opening scene #timothy olyphant #story idea #this is as good as it gets #writing something #what’s your favorite scary movie #horror film fic

[doyouknowthemossinman]

i have four google docs, translate, genius lyrics, two ao3 tabs, three tumblr tabs, youtube, and spotify pulled up and i'm using ALL of them to write two fics at once, pretty much. i am Living

#treewords #my writing process is unknowable and ever-changing #i don't even know what the fuck i'm doing #i listen to the Wrong music and just get distracted thinking too deep about the lyrics for a while before i remember i'm supposed to be #writing something #i go to youtube to look up a sound byte that will make me laugh while i'm writing angst and before you know it i'm watching crime time #yes yes sneeg is very inspiring and very distracting #pulling up chara refs and past fics to reference back to #translating single words so i don't have to bother with accuracy #searching for lyrics when spotify doesn't have them #having maps pulled up bc i care too much about location #leaving that guitar tab open because I'll Play That Song One Day #anywayyyyy #2:23 AM local time

[writerunknowing]

"What's the point of a happy ending when I myself never had one."

- Written by me.

I will use this in the future. Please don't steal this line. I'm trying to write something for the first time. I would appreciate your opinions on this line. Thank you, and have a good evening or morning wherever you may be.

#rant #writing something

[sezja]

Whenever you are fluctuating, think of me, show your crimes.

(blame your tags, also I’m weird)

<3 <3 <3 <3

#I GENERALLY DO A LOT BETTER ABOUT IT these days. #i just have bouts of 'i hate this i hate all of this what am i doing' #but like...... these little things i write on tumblr are supposed to be just for the sake of #you know #writing something #so i try to tell myself it doesn't matter if they're perfect; it just matters that i do them #and most days that works! #sometimes....... sometimes the miserable gremlin who lives in my brain wins though

[thefrequentdaydreamer]

Okay, so I'm writing something now...aren't I? Like I can't not write something after that finale...

Yeah, I'm writing a one-shot.

#freaking hell this show has me in a chokehold #and that finale? #whew god #the owl house #luz noceda angst train #anyone want a ride? #writing something #gimme a minute

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me? #you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares? #please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

[workof-tortured-poetsdepartment]

hello hii I started a new idea because yeah idkjfkj hope this is small story haha

ADVIKA

'why are you here?' her voice is icy cold, no hint of regret but shock. She is sitting at the head of dining table looking at me with horrified look. From the same chair she hated the most, the chair her father sits on, or I should say used to sit on. I cannot believe this is her, wearing a pink silk lehnga, finely plated dupatta falling of her shoulder like waterfall and jeweled with finest craftmanship. My heart skipped a beat with her beauty but she looks caged beneath all of the fancy apparel. I wanted to caress her, she was like an angel, my best friend, my.. but Who is she now? what could have happened.. why are they all like this?

'come sit, have some tea' she says simply, pointing to the empty seat as if there is nothing wrong. I watch across the table, the crown prince, Divy, is sitting on the other end just like any other normal day, but today is not normal, there is death surrounding this premise. I don't know what to do. This place is suffocating me. 'Advika, you alright?' he asks with a concerned look and I make my way and to take my seat beside him, the only clean, empty place left in this room. 'yuvraj' I bow to pay my respect, and he nods. I take my seat and I look around but there is no server in the sight.

She walks upto us with a fine bone china kettle, with blue fine floral cravings on it and pour tea for us. Her hands stained with blood, still delicately wrapped around the ceramic, few of her bangles are missing, others are jingling as she moves. She puts the kettle down, with her fingers printed in red on it. 'I hope you like it' she says with a smile, the smile that used to make my heart flutter, today it made me fear her. I take in a gulp trying not to show that I am scared, it will break her heart if she knows that. 'wh-what happened here?' I look at her face as her smile fades into a straight line 'nothing' she takes a sip of tea, from her cup, the cup that has blood splattered on it. She puts the cup down, her lips have stained its edge 'I had my reasons, but you were not supposed to see this.'

My hands are shaking, How can she be so calm.. there are 3 corpses of people we knew, dead and cold. 'Did you..' I close my eyes trying to not say the wrong thing, but I need to know 'did you.. kill them?' 'It was food poisoning, a mistake.' Diyv says without looking up. It wasn't and explanation, it was an order. He was not speaking as a friend, but as the person of authority. I feel sick in my stomach. 'why' I muttered 'WHY?' I shouted this time 'Dhriti.. what happened'

@hell-lit011019 @vellhighbandi :D

#writing something

[glorianas]

a lot of YA and fantasy stuff has always been a little cringe and silly but at least it used to be cringe from the heart instead of designed in a lab to get teens on tiktok to use a certain sentence from it

#it's one thing to be aware of your audience and another to write something with an intended purpose to get chopped up into little bits #1000

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

#ramble #i've only interacted with tiktok via osmosis #but something is eating their brain matter and it makes me sad #it's fine if you only want to read light things (all power to you) but don't whine at me because i write about bad people sometimes #i'm so tired

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order #at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers #90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies” #serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent #like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries #but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate #and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited... #i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something #cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare #and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest. #it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!' #'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members... #..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)' #anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language? #maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity #and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media #and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons #and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators #instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period #anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value” #and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives #so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs) #happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world #(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills) #and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on... #...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin #oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works? #beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value #and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the #important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)

[wavesrollin]

Everyone quick, what are your headcanons about Sonic’s origins????

#writing something #sonic the hedgehog #sonic headcanons #sonic fandom