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How to write kids, if you don't remember being one or haven't lived with any

1. Kids never feel as small as you see them. A three year old thinks a one year old is a baby and a six year old is grown up. A six year old thinks a three year old is a baby and a twelve year old is an adult. Age is about perspective. One year is a huge age difference to a little kid.

2. Little kids might not be conscious of their physical limitations, but they can still be frustrated by them. A seven year old might see an adult do something relatively simple, like draw a straight line or perfectly crack an egg, and try to do the same thing, only to be frustrated when it doesn't work.

Imagine suddenly having an injury that makes a skill you use every day become difficult- you feel you should be able to do the thing, and you understand the thing should be easy for you, but it isn't. It can be immensely frustrating to have a brain that grasps a concept that language or fine motor skills haven't caught up to.

3. You know when you forget a word, and have to make something up on the fly to describe the word? That's pretty much exactly what learning your first language is like.

You know what you intend, but you don't have a way to express it, and it can move you to tears with frustration when everyone around you is suggesting the wrong thing, or seems completely certain they understand what you mean, and they don't.

You don't have a word for "Later"? You might try saying "next time", or, "after", or, "before tomorrow".

This might result in saying, "Are we going to the park next time?", "Are we going to the park before tomorrow?", or, "Are we going to the park after?", all of which can result in different answers.

4. Kids feel like adults are a different species. They don't get why we do certain things, and they don't understand why we don't want to run around with them all the time.

If sitting still is boring, coffee tastes bitter, and long conversations only happen with weird-smelling strangers who talk to them like they're stupid, then they truly will not understand why anyone would *want* to be left to have coffee with a friend without welcome distractions to make it bearable.

Aren't you bored? You aren't doing anything. How could you possibly be stimulated without any food or toys or music or anything? Why don't you just leave? Do you *have* to be there, the way you had to go to work? Adults are weird.

5. Children have complex social relationships that are just as varied as yours.

A room full of third graders might look like indiscriminate chaos to an adult, but pick a well connected kid, and they'll tell you that Megan is the fashion icon who can do hair really well, Thomas is the athlete, Gray gets mean when he has to share so nobody wants to play with him, Paisley can't read and the boys make fun of her for it so don't make her work in a group with Anthony, Dillon put a bug in their food once so they'll never trust him again, and Matthew's parents let him watch family guy so he says bad words and makes grown-up jokes that make other kids uncomfortable.

You don't see this stuff because you aren't inside the society. They are, and they do.

6. Time. Moves. So. Slow. Five minutes really does feel like half an hour. Sit still for five minutes? That's like you sitting in a waiting room at the DMV for an hour. Wouldn't you get annoyed and impatient? They haven't learned to hide their irritation yet. That's really the only difference.

7. "Reading in your head" requires understanding that you have a Voice, which people can hear, and Thoughts, which are audible only to yourself. This can be a difficult concept to grasp. If a kid is reading out loud, and you tell them to read quietly, there's a good chance they're going to whisper or mouth the words instead of going totally silent the way you might. Splitting the self into multiples like "Internal monologue VS public perception" or "What I look like VS how I think I look" is alien and bizarre. If a kid thinks they look like a Dragon and you laugh at them? Ouch. They might be mad for a while.

8. Repetitive chores make no sense when your awareness of time doesn't extend beyond a week or so. Why should I wash my blankets? They don't look dirty and I don't smell anything bad. Blankets don't get dirty unless you put dirt on them. If you put a blanket in a washer, you can't use that blanket AT ALL the ENTIRE TIME it's being cleaned. That might be an hour, but it will *feel* like a week. And you have to do that every two weeks?? That's overkill. Why even bother?

9. Kids have opinions about adults. They will have a sense about whether an adult is "real-kind" or "fake-kind". An adult who listens respectfully to what they have to say, asks thoughtful questions, and takes their concerns seriously? That's a good adult. An adult that oversimplifies their struggles, ignores their complex social rules, and gives bullshit advice like "just walk away from bullies" and "turn your chores into a fun game"? That's not a trustworthy adult. That's an Adult™. An Adult™ doesn't consider them to be a real human being with thoughts and emotions. An Adult™ sees them as an inferior, amusing pet. And they will actively sabotage An Adult™ like that.

10. Emotions are physical at a young age. Joy might make their body buzz until they can't help but wiggle or jump around. Sadness might be a huge physical pain in their throat and heart. Everything they experience is still relatively.New to.them, so there is very little frame of reference to decide if this is a "big hurt that will last forever and ever and never go away", or a "small hurt, that can be fixed easily and won't matter in five minutes". If someone lies to them about getting a cookie, that very well might be all the betrayal of your best friend sleeping with your husband.

Fortunately, a child probably won't be able to burn all your clothes in the yard without your notice.

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Me, staring at my own fanfiction:  man, I wish this would update.

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Curly Hair

A/N- Sooooo…….I'm not dead...just severely unmotivated. Turns out I'm not built for writing series with a deadline...Sorry to the person who requested that series for GOT, just take comfort in knowing that that story will continue to haunt me. I wrote this awhile ago and just sorta finished it. I edited it a little but didn’t edit it...if that makes sense. Again requests are open but if I cant write it as a short then please dont hold me too accountable. Please reblog and like but do not copy I worked hard on this. Now please enjoy this very self indulgent piece. 

Warnings- none...suspense..idk 

Characters- NeutralReader Stark/Snow, Rickon Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark

Your horse shifted in the soft mud, jerking your weight to the left. Clunking of metal and wood drifted across the field. With the faint whistling of the wind through the trees. It felt like your lungs were filled with blood, breaths coming short and quick, the adrenaline already coursing through you. A knot had formed in your stomach, a pinching pang letting you know you were still alive. 

Your eyes follow the smoke from the bodies flying up into the sky. It swirled in the most delicate patterns. Reminding you of sitting by Sansa as she embroidered. Reminding you of watching Arya learn to dance. Reminding you of learning to hold a sword in the courtyard with Robb.  A hundred life times seemed to have passed since then. All of them filled with blood and screams and smoke. You missed the safe grey walls of Winterfell. The way the Great Hall smelled right before you would rush in. How the courtyard was silent as the dead in the early morning shrouded in fog. Too much time had passed since then. You didn't get the chance to watch your younger siblings grow up. Didn't get to watch Sansa turn into a beautiful gentle lady. Didn't get to watch Arya fight tooth and nail to become a swordmaster. Didn't get to watch Bran learn how to walk again. Didn't get to watch Rickon grow into a regal young man. You would have to grieve all of those lost moments. Moments you would never get to see. 

Patches of white littered the grey grass, a delicate dusting of snow from the night before. All the horses shuffled restlessly underneath their men. The horses were the only thing that dared to move. The men and women like statues barely breathing, making their last prayers to whatever Gods they believed in, waiting for the battle to begin. You made eye contact with Jon next to you nodding slightly. It didn't feel like the time to speak, it was as if the air was choking any words.

 Looking across the field you saw that Ramsay had appeared at the front line. He dragged forward an older boy, you squinted noticing the mop of curly hair. Kicking your horse forward a few steps, as Jon dismounted to walk further ahead.

The knot in your stomach grew, the pang shooting up to your chest, squeezing your heart as you realized who the boy was.

Rickon.

You were blinded by a glint of the sun from a dagger. 

“Please don’t.” You whispered, your knuckles starting to appear like snow. 

Then Rickon was running across the field. Kicking up clumps of grass and dirt. You kicked your horse into a run. Tearing up the ground behind you. 

The world seemed to go silent. The clanking of armor fading into the distant. The wind falling still. Just the hammering of a heartbeat in your ears. Blood rushing to every limb causing them to shake. 

“Come on. Come on. You can do it. Please.” Your words were lost in the stale air, “Please Old Gods and New Gods hear my cries. Save him. Take me. Save him. Let life flow through him. Take me. Take me. Please save him.” You prayed to any Gods that would hear you.

The land closed impossibly slow between you. Time had come to a stand still. You heard the arrow before you saw it. The sharp whistle cutting through the fog. 

“Please no.” you breathed before shouting, “Move! Get down!”

Rickon heeded your warning, diving to the side. The arrow just barely missed him as he landed on the ground. 

After what seemed like an eternity you reached him. 

“Come on! Get up! Quickly!” 

He scrambled up grasping onto your outstretched arm, swingin on to the back of the horse. Spinning back towards the tree line, you pushed into a gallop. You passed Jon who stood still on the field, glaring at Ramsay. Bringing your hands up to cup Rickon's, which were wrapped around your middle. His hair tickled your neck as he pressed his face into your shoulder, squeezing you tighter. 

The knot unraveled allowing your lungs to take a deep breath. Your muscles relaxed in the saddle. For the first time in a long time you were calm. Peace washed over you like a hug from your mother. The battle faded into the back of your mind, the outcome didn't seem as important anymore. As long as Rickon was safe nothing else mattered. 

Sir Davos was calling the soldiers to fight, sending them into the charge. The mounted men parted around Rickon and you as they rushed towards the Bolton army. Once the Northern army was behind you, you slowed to a trot. 

Only after going into the treeline a few paces did you stop. Rickon dismounted first. And as soon as your feet were on the ground there were arms wrapped tight around your middle. You grasped into him, afraid he would slip away. Burying your face into his auburn hair you could smell the journey he had been on. Sobs started to wrack through him into your chest, which only made you grip him harder.     

“It's okay. It's okay. You're safe. I'm going to protect you. Always. You're safe. You're safe.”

You stood like that for some time, just swaying back and forth gripping onto each other, as you whispered into his hair. 

“I'm never going to let you go. Not ever again.” 

You thought back to when you left him in Winterfell. How he had cried into your stomach when you left. You had promised him then that you would be back soon. Regret and guilt pooled in you, thinking about what would have happened if you had stayed. How would things have turned out differently for your brothers. If you had stayed at Winterfell maybe it would never have been lost to the Bolton. Maybe you could have convinced Robb to stay and he would still be alive. But you could never know for sure what would have happened if you had only just stayed in Winterfell instead of going off to King's Landing. 

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Walking through the gates of Winterfell felt surreal after all this time. It felt cold. Dead. The warmth from the people was gone. The ghosts of the people murdered in the courtyard still wandered. Heat blossomed in your hand, Rickon had grabbed onto it, leaning into your side. 

Jon was standing in the corner talking with Sansa. He was covered in filth, while she stood clean. He wavered on his feet, she was grounded. It was a strange contrast to see between them. To see that she held the power and he didn't. Jon's eyes strayed across the yard and landed on you then Rickon. A smile followed by immeasurable relief covered his face. He rushed over with a limp.

“Rickon! Thank the Gods!” 

Sansa bound after him, tears shining in her blue eyes. They each embraced him, crying with relief that their youngest brother was still alive. 

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Me: *asks my followers to send me writing prompts*

My Followers: *send writing prompts to my inbox*

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I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

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Y'all. This is a fucking global emergency.

Some quick facts:

The Amazon rainforest is responsible for 20% of the world's oxygen.

It's home to numerous species of wildlife.

It is referred to as the lungs of the Earth.

And it's been burning for weeks, and no one is talking about it.

What is happening right now is an emergency that should be concerning all of us. The air we breath is at stake. This isn't exaggerating. Our lungs are destroyed as we speak and we are only just finding out.

This is our future. Are you upset about Spiderman? Same. Were you sad over Notre Dame? Same. But this is so much more important.

SPEAK UP. GET THIS KNOWN. Even if you can't do anything else, at least raise awareness to put some pressure out there on those who can do something. OUR HOME IS AT STAKE. The skies in Sao Paolo turned black. We are losing our most valued rainforest. WE CANNOT JUST SIT BACK.

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Warmth

A/N- Sooooooooooo...........its been awhile. I had meant to write this a lot sooner but then I kinda forgot with all the chaos in my life. Its again the slowest burn in history of burns but I'm planning of getting there next chapter....maybe...dont hold it against me if I dont, please. Thank you to anyone still wanting to read this. Please comment!!! Reblogs and likes are always welcome!! But reposting it copying are not, dont do it or I'll hunt you down!

Characters- Baratheon (f)reader, Jon Snow, mentions of some Lannisters and Starks.

Warnings- slow burn, short chapter, bad writing, terrible grammar, horrific updating schedule, other then that none.

(Other chapters are "Journey", "Escape", and "Whispers", sorry I dont know how to link.)

Breakfast was quiet the only exception when your Uncle Tyrion entered. Demanding ale so early in the morning. You father was missing from the table, off with Ned Stark most likely. You ate in silence, you saw your mother staring at you across the table. You noticed that she'd been doing that often during the trip. You ate quickly, wanting to explore the castle before you would have to attend more boring duties.

Warmth engulfed you throughout the castle. It's as if the walls themselves reached out to embrace you. The servants didn't hurry off to their masterswhen they passed you; to tell what you were doing. Even though your were so far north in the freezing temperatures, warmth surrounded you. The opposite of Kingslanding.

Passing by many stairs and rooms you looped around towards your courtiers. Having decided that you wanted to vist the crypts. But first you'd need to dress warmer because unlike the castle the northern winds were not so inviting.

The entrance to the crypts was a black hole absorbing all the light that tried to touch it. A faint wind brushed across your face, it seemed to carry the whispers of the dead. Reaching up to light a torch to carry down you noticed it was well used. The dead weren't forgotten here, but were loved and listened to. The echos of your boots against the stone steps sounded eerie. Trekking down to the lowest level that was still standing, you caught glimpses of Starks.

Worn eyes stared down at you as you passed by the first Starks buried in the crypts. The air was thick and dusty. Your lungs almost hurt to breath in the stale air. Stopping in front of a cobweb covered man you tried to read the name on the stone by his feet.

"Theon Stark." The name rang off the walls for only you and the stone to hear.

He stood tall and thin with a long beard. A crown sat on his head, crumbled and broken.

"Many knew him as the Hungry Wolf." You jumped and turned towards the voice holding out your torch, "Sorry, I hadn't meant to frighten you."

"Jon Snow, what in the Seven Kingdoms are yuh ou doing down here?" You breathed out, trying to calm your racing heart.

"What are you doing so far down in the crypts? No one comes down here anymore."

"I wanted to see the first Starks buried here but the stairs seem to have collapsed further down. And you didn't answer my question."

"I was looking for Arya, she sometimes likes to play in the crypts."

"This far down?"

"No but I saw a light walking down the stairs and wanted to make sure everything was alright."

"Well Jon Snow everything dandy except I don't have a guide around this maze of a castle." You flashed him a cheeky smile.

"I'm sure that can be arranged." Snow turned towards the stairs, motioning for you to follow.

Letting out a heavy breath you started towards the stairs. The walk up the unreasonable amount of steps was silent for the most part. You tried to make small talk with him, asking about his family, his sister Arya, even his life at Winterfell. But no dice. He half heartedly spoke about Arya but you could tell he didn't quite trust you.

Finally stepping out onto packed snow and clean air after a long time in a dark crypt was freeing. How the Starks managed to visit any of their dead was a mystery to you. The courtyard bustled with life. Servants chatting, guards boasting, children smacking each other with wooden swords. What a wonderful place it must be to grow up and live. That feeling of warmth once again flooded you, even in the freezing cold.

"Jon Snow would you do me the honor of taking me to the Gods Woods? I would love to see it, if that's alright." You asked while putting you torch out and away.

You was him stiffen slightly, "Of course Princess."

"Thank you!"

It pained you to see that he didn't trust you. Trust, something your mother told you to never do. To never trust anyone but yourself.

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yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows

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I'm not dead

Sorry I had thought I'd post the next chapter a lot sooner. But some crazy and sad shit went down, and I just didn't feel like writing. My motivation was gone, out the window. It's kinda come back, where I've started my next chapter and my goal is to post it by this weekend. But my favorite pass time is to procrastinate.... thanks to anybody still reading and waiting for the next chapter.

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Fanfiction Club: The Rules

This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.

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Heyo so to the person who requested this ( @witch-of-letters ) and the other person who wanted to be tagged ( @bucky-blogs ) and anyone else following, the next update probably won't be for a longer time then I wanted. I had planned on finishing the next chapter this week but I've got some important family things going on that I need to be present for. And I dont want to write while my mind is on other things cuz it won't turn out well. Hope everyone understands, just wanted to give a warning incase you thought I was abandoning the story.

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me, a writer, staring at one sentence for 10 minutes straight: i don’t know what’s wrong with you but i don’t like you

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You know what I don’t get?  When fanfic authors apologize for long chapters.  It’s like?  You gave me bonus content, for free, and you’re sorry about it?  Bruh.  I have already named my firstborn after you.  Dude.

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“what are you reading?”

“its a…online book.”

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Whispers

A/N- Soo it's been a bit of time since theast part, but I've been busy with a school project. This is a bit shorter then the other parts just cuz I felt the need to post something. Next part will be longer promise, I've got some ideas. The other chapters are "The Journey" and "Escape" incase ya want to check them out. I can't really figure out how to link them, sorry about that. As always comments are lovely. Please like and reblogs. And under NO circumstances copy and paste my work.

Warnings-None, kinda a filler. Slow burn. And didn't proof read.

Characters- Y/N Baratheon, stable hand, Jon Snow.

The next day you woke up early to check on your horse. Making sure he was being cared for properly. You dressed in riding gear with your bow and quiver. The black stallion slept soundly in a stall, rubbing his snout he twitched briefly. He still needed rest after the constant hard travel.

There was a rustling of hay behind you turning you saw who looked like the stable master.

"You startled me sir, I didn't think anyone else would be up this early." You stated with a small chuckle, grabbing his attention.

"Terribly sorry Princess, no one is ever up before the sun."

"Except you?"

"Except me." He paused with a small smile, "What can I help you with Princess?"

"I was wondering if I may take a horse out for a ride this morning?"

"Of course Princess. I'll saddle our best mare immediately!"

"No, no that's alright. If you just point me in the direction of this mare and her saddle gear I can take care of it. I can see you have things to attend to."

He stood for a moment staring at you before nodding. He lead you to where the saddles were kept then showed you the best mare he trained.

Pine needles littered the ground, a cushion for sound. You could barely hear the mares footsteps. Birds sang out from the trees. The crisp cold air smelled of incoming snow. You hadn't seen snow since you were little. You could barely remember it, you rmembered that it's wet. That your dress had been soaked up to your knees. You had loved jumping around in the deep powdery substance that you'd been newly introduced to. You hoped that it would snow before you left, even just a little. King's Landing never got snow, too far South.

Winterfell was barely stirring when you returned. The stable master smiled when you brought back the brown mare. He looked surprised when you thanked him. Anyone who wasn't high born are surprised when someone above their station thank them.

You needed a bath and change of clothes before breakfast. Really before mother saw you wandering around Winterfell in riding clothes. Jogging across the courtyard to the stairs that lead to the guest rooms. Turning into the the tower you bumped into a person. Your shoulders collided causing you to stumble back a few paces.

"So sorry! I wasn't quite paying attention." You exclaimed to the person, who you recognized from the night before.

"It was my fault Princess. I rushed around the corner." It was the first time you'd heard him speak.

Jon Snow wasn't made to greet and bow to the royal family like the true born Starks. His voice was gravelly compared to Robbs. His coloring was also darling then most of the Starks, black hair and brown eyes. He was handsome you had to admit but so were all the Starks.

You laughed at him a little, "I was the one at fault. It's alright to admit that, you won't lose your head."

The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly at that. He nodded and muttered a soft apology before shuffling around you out to the courtyard. You watched the back of his head as he walked off. You doubted that he'd join you for breakfast. You had heard that Lady Stark wasn't fond of him. You had also heard that Snow was planning on joining the Nights Watch with his Uncle. Like every castle whispers travelled fast.

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why ppl apologize for being inactive dude u gotta life good for u