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Honestly, I think the whole “don’t pay the writers” thing boils down to the notion that everybody thinks they can write. It’s the old saw about the novelist at a cocktail party having to hear someone say, for the millionth time, “I’d love to write a book someday.”

Someone–Stephen King? Pretty sure I saw this in a Stephen King foreword–once said they’d like to say to a brain surgeon, “Boy, I’d love to do brain surgery someday.”

We treat “the ability to put words into a sentence” like it’s just the same as “the ability to form a coherent narrative that engenders a variety of emotions within the reader and puts them in a scene and shows them what they didn’t see before”.

And that’s like me drawing a stick figure and saying I’m an artist.

Writers are constantly devalued because everyone thinks they have a book in them and don’t realize the level of skill and commitment it takes to finish even a short story, much less a whole book. 

This goes well beyond fandom, but man, I would’ve hoped fandom would know better.

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love how sometimes i’m like “oh, i should put this somewhere safe so i don’t lose it and know exactly where to find it later!” and about a month later i’m standing in my ransacked room trying to get into past me’s mindset like some kinda amateur historian on one of those history channel treasure hunting shows trying to get into the mind of a nineteenth century pirate to figure out where they hid some possibly nonexistent apocryphal loot

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but we might just get away with it...

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Riffah Winter kisses and rebels

Just after rain, winter-ish, a little late around 5-ish it's sunset, we have a event like maybe, cultural night kind. We all stall near the steps of our department, talking and someone wants a drink, so we all get up to go. Rainy puddles, it's a little chilly. You are wearing your wind breaker, something we scolded you about the entire day. "it's too cold for just a wind breaker."

"maybe you need OPPA to warm you up" you elbow the speaker with a snicker.

We walk all the way to the cafe in the bba one. Lights have been turned on so the huts look pretty and aesthetically pleasing. We are waiting in line, talking. And then he pokes your side and stands next to you. Muffler scarf around his neck, the one you gave him as a winter gift. He smiles at you, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"You didn't wear your coat." he says.

You nod, "don't. I already had so many of them"--- gestures towards your cult--- "scolding me about it."

He laughs and you like the sound of it. He takes his hands out of his own pockets and crawls them quickly yet cautiously into your pockets where he laces his fingers around yours and you both stand, holding hands.

"but I am Goin to scold you anyway."

You pout then look up at him through your eyelashes, "I wouldn't mind if it's you. You can scold me as many times as you like."

And he squeezes your hand, gently yet with a slight hardness. There's a soft look in his eyes, dark hole like pupils, dilated.

He leans in and softly presses his lips at side of your wrapped up head.

"do you want a drink?"

You shook your head, no. "why did you kiss me?" you muttered, squeezing his hand.

Looking at you from the corner of his eyes, he whispered, "because when I close to you and I feel like my heart will burst open."

"chorny" a cult member grinned, "stay like this let me take a picture."

"I don't want to see this! GO GET A ROOM."

"YOU GUYS ARE SO CLOSE, GAAAAH I SHIP."

Scratching the back of his head, he shook his head, laughing. "Come on, iff, let's get out of here."

"yeah go iff, get the man!"

Embarrassed, you both leave. Petichor in the air, it was getting dark and there was nobody around. Silence filled the air, as he brought you closer to him and hugged you. "do you feel cold?" he murmured into your coat.

"mhmmm" you shook your head, blushing.

"Am I warming you up?"

"yes, you are. Am I?"

He buried his face deeper into your shoulder. "a lot. Am I loving you, right?"

"reii" you both break away, looking into each other's eyes.

"can I kiss you?" his cheeks were flushed red from the cold, from being close to you, from asking. You blinked hard, then slowly nodded.

Pressing his lips, almost as if brushing them against your, he shook breaking away.

"w-what?"

holding your arms, he shook you lightly. "I don't know what you are doing to me. But I like the feeling."

And he leaned in and kissed you. A soft, warm putting out the obvious 'I really love you' kiss it was. When you broke away to catch your breath. He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. It was dark now. It was cold but not cold enough to take over the fire he started in between the both of you.

His eyes were mimicking candle light in the dark and like a moth, you were attracted to him. Leaking out of the space you both maintained, you tiptoe a little and locked your arms around his head and kissed him hard. In a I want to know what I feel, even a tiny fraction of it because I can't put it into words but kiss me and feel what I feel. And like dripping candle wax, he begun to melt, peeling away all the other illegal thoughts. How dare did he think about a wall, there is non between them anymore. It was not legal. He hold onto a bit of you, then kept grabbing and grabbing at the fabric, as if he couldn't get enough hold of you. Like there was so much to hold yet nothing to be held onto right now. Leaking the heat out of buds of your mouth, breaking away for air wasn't a task thought of. It was all about getting enough of his taste in your mouth and yours in his and you burned. Like a ghost hunting a cabin in the woods, this kiss kept its place in the back of your heads, everything you both would sit down to discuss the first few kisses you ever shared. It was the kiss of the kisses. Like a rebel without a cause, the thrill of being out, in the open, inside the same bubble, lost in each other and almost intoxicated.

Flowing the warmth down from the lips, He traced the path until he found a home between the space in your collarbones. Letting go of your arms, he snaked his way around your waist and held you close. You held onto him tighter, hoping the ribcages will interlock like your lips, like your fingers. As if you shared the same lungs, the same system which generated the feelings. Because he wanted to make you feel the way he was feeling, helpless, longing and like a wild animal running after a prey, desperate to unleash the wrath onto it. But the wrath was of love and his sides ached to make you feel all that. So, He broke down into the new home, like a hummingbird sucking the nector out of a flower.

Light bruise like blush spot were arranged at the new home. He broke away and kissed your bottom lip.

"I wish I could inject you in my bloodstream, leave you there. Feel you flowing inside of me. Staying inside of me. Like that. Safe and God." he kissed to prove his point. "I love you."

There were faint noises in the background. Bubble popped like that, breaking away, unwantedly. Two good souls locking away the rebels. Unchained from each other, walking silently towards the department, eyes locking whenever the road ahead was spotted to be cleared of any puddles. Though unlike you, he didn't care. He was lost in you. Like a moon, hovering around the earth, he felt that way around you, attracted, aching to making contact. This effect made the waves of emotions raise inside of you. But the walk had to be done. Waiting was like poking the straw inside the bubble tea lid.

There was no one inside, even quieter inside the class. He sat down and pulled you into a kiss. You both fell into each other as it got darker, there was nothing to be done. Never been the one to explore was suddenly an explorer, too lazy to get up, became the most active. The skin around his shoulder was rough and they shook when you kissed him there.

When you both drew apart, kisses everywhere, hair messed up, his scent lingering near your sleeves, in your collars, in your hair. A faint cologne and tinsy sweat. His collars loosened up. He looked like he was gently beaten, picked up and tossed, messed up with and left on a chair to be fixed. But he felt comfort in this state.

"you are wearing my favorite color." he whispered, breathlessly.

"I am in blue."

"i am talking about your skin. It's all red like sunset. I like that." and he brought your palms up to his jaw and rested on them. "you make me feel things. God, I was so stupid to ever think of anyone else. This." he kissed your palm. "is where I always want to be."

Sparkling eyes, you leaned in and kissed his sweaty forehead. "kiss me again."

He looked up and pressed his lips against yours, flowing Inside of you. Holding your waist, as you draw your arms around his neck.

You both kissed so hard that the ceiling above felt like it would shake with loneliness and break down. He batted his eyelashes against yours causing you to smile and laugh. "I can literally feel you in my bloodstream, iff"

"do you want me to get out?" you joked, whispering too close to his lips and murmured against them.

"no, keep flowing, I will direct you to my heart, so it pumps you in to all over my body."

Breaking away from the kiss, like attracted by gravity, he traced his lips all the way down, leaving his taste, his touch onto skin of your neck, praying that this doesn't come to an end. That this goes on forever. Whispering against your skin he asked you to pray that you both always stay this way. Then he, bit at the skin, shaking, sweating as he felt the skin between his teeth. He kissed hard, furiously, gently, then softly then finally leaving a mark. Went onwards. There was so much to be explored. So he kissed the space between where your collar bones meet. He sucked at the skin, kissed it hard. Looking up at you while kissing, your eyes met and you rolled your head back. He wanted his soul to leave his body and be attached to yours, inside the same body, devouring it, always. Not at all begging for mercy.

After leaving all the marks near the entire patch of neck skin and collar bones, he looked up and kissed your nose.

"try hiding that now."

Looking down, as if admiring his art, he smirked. "best piece I ever created."

"oh shuuush" you blushed hard.

And he kissed your cheeks. "help me, iff. I am being abducted by you. Make sure I don't get free, okay?"

"okay"

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"Zombies AU"

IFF IMAGINE If:

You were inside the medical department washrooms when the apocalypse broke out. You saw it from the window. People gnarling, running, eating, tearing at the alive ones like paper. You duck before anyone could see you, staying there for like seven hours. All scared and trembling, so u didn't care about the food or water either. The electricity goes out from the fmc only plus twilight approaches.

So, you are trembling and you peak out of the bathroom, and it's empty and dark, save for the streetlight pouring inside. Now and then, you could hear the hiss and gurgle of the zombies. You try to be very conscious as u sneak out. Earlier, you had seen a bunch of students running off into the cafe and locking it up and It was obvious that it was a safe place to be. The only mistake you saw them commit was going outside again, only to be gnawed in and becoming a feast for the changed. The cafe stood, staked with food and deprived of any zombies. Just cause the doors of it were strong. It was designed to keep the weather out. Safe heaven for a situation like this.

You decide to walk for it. Slow and softly, making sure to make as less of noise as you could. On your last step, you peak below and see the ground floor empty save for one zombie banging his head lightly against the wall. Gulping, you could feel the goosebumps rising. You decide to test out his abilities. Taking a paper out of ur bag, you throw it at the furthest corner of the hall. Thusk! The paper made a sound as it landed, lamely on the bloodied tiled floor.

The zombie reacted to it, bolting towards the paper, throwing his body in the process towards it. You take that chance and run for the main door. They were ajar with one broken into shards and blood painted the floor. The other had bloody handprints on it. Pushing the images out of ur head, you slide out of the space. Twilight, highlighted the parked cars and the far off traffic masked the hybrid noises. The electricity was still going in the buildings so you decided to make your way towards the Cafe.

And then your eyes met. Hair messy, a splash of dried blood on his left cheek, white waiter Iike shirt all mixed up with dirt and spashles of blood. Smiling, a 'glad u are alive' goofy kind of smile. He gestured for you to join him. Looking around, the coast was clear, so you ran towards him and he made space for u to join him at his hidden spot between the two Hondas.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. You nodded. 'Good, because we are going to make our way towards the Cafe. Food = a lot of it." despite the situation, you still manage to smile. It was so much better to be next to him then alone, in the building.

'We?'

'Yeah, we, Usma and Uj are behind us. We are waiting for the zombies to go so we can make a run for it.'

Stoooopid, human. You thought. Opening your bag, you crumbled a paper into a ball and got up.

'iff get down! They will see you.' He whispered urgently.

'Watch.' You said, hurling the ball near the slope between the Cafe and the department. It landed on a motorcycle with a thud and the zombies ran towards it.

Mouth gaping, he stared up at you, you smiled at him and picked up your bag. "Kiya cheeez ho (what are you)." He grinned. All four of you made your way down. Usma and Uj got inside, while u both ran towards it, but alas, your bag 'clinged' with the tennis pole and attracted a lone zombie who bolted towards you. Confused and panicked, You ran away from it but there was a wall and you slammed your back against it. The zombie tried to get to you but Rei came between you and the beast, and held his mouth away with a rod. He was pressing his back against you, sucking in his lips trying to push the zombie away. 'iff run.' He manage to whisper, making sure not to attract other zombies. Paralyzed with fear, you got back into your senses. 'Not without you,' you blurted out. This commotion was attracting other zombies, who slowly begin to zog towards you guys.

Usma and Uj begin screaming 'get in, get in.' But u both were stuck. 'IFF, this zombie is on steroids.' Rei muttered. Mind ticking, you bent low and kicked the zombie in the package. It backed away with a wail, while both u and Rei sprinted for the Cafe door and usma and Uj closed it behind you both.

The zombies threw themselves against the door, banging and all but a piece of wood had been adjusted in the space between the locks so it made for even a stronger shield against the beasts.

Sitting on the floor, panting. It was a relief to be out of there. 'YOU WERE ALMOST ZOMBIE FOOD BACK THERE!' Usma said, laying on his back, panting.

'IFF are you okay?!" Rei asked, sliding towards u in a sitting position. Nodding, you thanked him.

"If it weren't for you, I would be mince for them."

He laughed, "I would be mince waaay before you."

"Did you ask her if she's bitten?" Uj asked, getting up from the floor and looking around.

"Naahhh I don't think she will be that easy to get a hold of. It's Iff. She didn't score 4 GPA for nothing."

Looking down at you, he smiled. He reached out a hand, hesitated then held out the other end of the rod. "Come on, let's eat something before we starve."

Being with him in this situation was better than being alone. Your heart beamed with warmth. Glad that he was alive and safe. "Okay." grabbing the other end of the rod, you got up. "let's see what's in here."

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(to be continued)

meltedsoul~

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HOLY MOLY, HE JUST GOT TEN X TIMES HOTTER! DAYYUM!

Prince Philip is the most badass prince EVER. And here's why.

Okay, so he’s got a girly face, and he wears tights and some high boots. Sure.

But check out that noble steed. That’s one ready-to-kick-ass-and-take-names steed.

While other princesses just run away and leave nothing, Philip gets AN INVITE TO HER HOUSE. He gets a song, a dance, and a first date.

He comes home, just to tell his dad he’s not going to marry the princess because he’s in love.

No. Other. Reason. He rides in and is just like, “I met the girl I’m going to marry. Now I’ve got a birthday party to be at. Bye Dad.”

Now how much do you think his dad weighs? That short fat little man? Probably pretty heavy.Not a problem for Prince Philip.

And then he gets jumped by goblins, both hands tied behind his back

But that’s not enough to stop Prince Philip.Oh no.

He breaks his hands free and starts chucking goblins.

Look at that face. That face. The “BITCH JUST YOU WAIT” face. He may be tied down by a dozen goblins but he’s not gonna take no shit from this witch.

In fact, he’s so strong, she ends up keeping him chained to the wall, but he still fights back.

Now when he finally does get free–

He’s ready to go into battle UNARMED. He don’t need no shield or sword, he’s going to go punch Maleficent’s face in with his fist. If Flora didn’t stop him, he probably would have, too.

Backed up against a cliff edge, nowhere to go. Fighting off goblins. But there’s so many and just one Philip.

NBD I’LL JUST JUMP AND SLIDE DOWN THE ROCK PILE IN MY SKIN-TIGHT TIGHTS.

Gate closing?

who gives a fuck? certainly not prince philip.

Lighting hitting rocks around me?

NBD BRO

Giant forest of thorns?

Bitch, get out of my way. I’ve got a princess to save.

Giant dragon of hell?

CHARGE HEAD ON.

Fire? Dragon? Burning dry twigs? No. Fucking. Problem.

Just smack that bitch on the nose.

Sheer cliff face? Fire burning behind me? Back to a wall?

Calm down guys, I got this.

I’LL JUST FUCKING SCALE IT ONE-HANDED.

And fight the bloody beast from 500 feet high, with literally nothing to save me if I fall.

Lose the shield off the cliff?

JUST STAND THERE AND SMILE ‘CAUSE I’VE GOT A FUCKING MAGIC SWORD THAT’S GOING THROUGH YOUR HEART BITCH.

Just chuck it. Straight through.

Then jump out of the way…

And survive. That’s what happens to bitches who mess with the woman I love.

Get the horse.

Get the girl.

EXPLAIN NOTHING.

that’s how he EARNED his happily ever after.

Srsly. The most bad. ass. prince. disney ever wrote.

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Rainy days with you are going to be so much better than with anyone else.

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🎧 Rei's realization moments song.

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I have started to write about you in my dairy. I don't know where will I go with this but maybe one day, you will read it and know exactly, what you were putting me through. I don't really mean it in a bad way. I want you to know about all the small things you did, unaware of the feelings u were making me go through. From a nod to the words you said. Everything is written down. You will read them, someday. Will someday even come? I am not sure but I am hoping it will. I pray every night for you to read it. I pray every night that maybe, you are writing something about me too.

Iff writing in her dairy about Rei.

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Riffah imagine au: Rei is the undercover detective working as a waiter at this Chinese restaurant. He is investigating the place and it's owners. He is suspicious that the owner might be the leader of a foreign mafia.

Iff is a university student who is a regular at the restaurant. For months, the two keep interacting and bond over their mutual adoration for dumplings. Rei falls in love with her and he writes funny messages on the dumplings to make her laugh (he likes to see her dimples pop and the sight of her eyes crinkling and sparkling up)

Moving ahead, his doubts about the mafia are accurate. The owner is the leader of the mafia, and somehow, Rei's cover get blown by the chef. The day he plans to confess to iff, she is kidnapped by the mafia (cause ofcourse, they want to weaken up the boy, teeheee)

The police tells Rei to wait for them and the operation to set out but Rei is determined and anxious to get her back so he goes on his own. At the ware house, iff is tied to the chair and is helpless. Rei tries to help her but the mafia dudes challenges him and he fights them, getting pretty bruised up during the counter. The police arrives to help the duo. Rei who is all black and blue, falls to her lap and confesses his feelings for her. With tears sparkling up in her eyes, she puts his hands in hers and confesses her feelings for him too.

To make her laugh the goof ball, he's like "I gotta make a joke cause u are crying a lot, I shaved my chest before coming here." and she laughs and he faints to the pretty sound of it.

Fast forward, they both end up owning the restaurant and he marries her. ♥

GAAAAH I LOVE EM SO MUCH. Also, rip piccollage water mark be like waving at me. Sheeeessshhhh

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King of My Heart // Taylor Swift

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The fake smile they put on when facing each other, their paths not yet collided. It's grainy, the future. It's scary: the feeling of love. Really scary.

I love you // Billie Eilish

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Riffah aesthetic mint green and yellow. She's like a cool balm to his blazing, quiet soul.

Rei: loves French fries and painting like iff. He's creative with a school boy goofiness to his quiet soul.

Iff: loves to paint, is like a sea breeze, cool and soothing to the soul. Soft like the scarfs she knots and quiet like early morning school hallways.

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Metro thoughts

He always took the metro home. It took him an hour or two and he chose those hours, thinking.

His friends watched his broad back, mingling with the crowd; and they wondered out loud that he, Rei was exceptionally quiet these days. Usma, who knew Rei better than anyone and his best friend, pointed out that he, Rei only spoke to one person today.

Iff

And she was on his mind. It was like his mind was an empty class room with dirty glass windows, through which the sunset poured in; and there she was, sitting on a chair, smiling at him. Glued to his own chair, He watched her every move.

Rei noticed how she had a habit of averting her gaze if their eyes held on to each other, a bit longer than usual. Of how her eyelashes were like curtains and they were causing a twist in his own stomach every time she batted them.

He liked her presence in the classroom--in his mind-- because she lighted a fire inside of him and it was as warm as milk tea. He was burning up for her. And he didn't know why.

The metro halt to a stop, ripping him away from the classroom and into his cushioned seat. He rubbed his palms together and looked down at them. They reminded him of her too.

Only this morning, he was at the dice, trying to tap the pc back to life. Frustrated, he reached for the duster to wipe the board but their hands touched.

"I will do it," she said, softly. He smiled. Somehow the way she pulled her lips into a gentle, dimpled-smile, resulted in a classroom in his mind. During the rest of the day, he watched her, unconsciously (being called scolded twice for being unattentive)

The thing was, on his way home. He still didn't know why, she was there on his mind. It was the first time! But God, he wasn't going to complain. He liked her there, seated on a chair, sunset highlighting her features. Making him melt.

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©Meltedsoul (ship captain)

Just a random "imagine" for my ultimate ship~ *fangirls* I wish I could listen to that song as well. But it's one of them guuuci ones I remembered for this.

(excuse me for bad grammar and messy English. Cause exam week ripped me off the basic grammar) teehheee~~

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