#write outloud

[yourscorpiodad]

I want only two things in tumblr. Voice notes on DMs and Group chats. Why don’t we have this already?

[pillsopa]

anyone remember adam parrish, the bella swan of henrietta. let’s sit and think now…

[bottombaron]

kinda just occurred to me that we still haven't gotten a resolution for Nandor’s Looking For Love Under His Nose arc 👀

[running-with-kn1ves]

My esteemed court... what do we think about modern malewife cirdan? Breakfast in bed, kiss the cook aprons, showing up at your big corporate office unannounced because you forgot your lunch and your goodmorning kiss🙏 .it had started as a marriage for convenience, for business and good communion between the elven and human races, but now it seems he's everywhere you look, turning into a real housewife from the 60s, cooking pot roasts and dressing the part.

[7-oh-ta1]

Ten years later I'm still grappling with that Leandra scene after her death that Varric quickly admits to his interrogator didn't really happen but he wrote into his book because he believed Hawke deserved that to be said to her in a very dark moment of her life, that he wanted to give her peace. The fact that, while touching to hear from Leandra, these were actually the words Varric wanted to tell her but was a hell of a better writer than comforting friend.

"[...] Taming the shadows with questionable wit. The best of him is still with you. The best of all of us. You will always have that. We will always be family. It'll be alright."

These are the words Varric wanted to tell Hawke. This is the conversation he wanted to have, despite admitting to Hawke when they spoke in person that he "was never really good at this kind of thing". He wanted to tell Hawke, "We will always be family".

He wanted to say, "It'll be alright".

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

I still enjoy that Evil Wolverine just looks unhinged at this point. Everyone is having a day. 

But also very helpful of him to explain the item to us for no particular reason. His one useful talent!

It looks like the Jam Jar has a stupid magic rule about not being able to destroy it or anything inside it without the user’s permission. 

Which I think retroactively lines up with how Sakura and Syaoran were broken out of the Jam Jar earlier - since they were the ones who put each other in the Jam Jar, they were also willing to be broken out. 

Probably designed that way by necessity but who really knows at this point. It’s Clow. He just did things. 

On a side note though, Evil Wolverine says that the one who places “items” inside it controls it. 

So the Sakuras and Syaorans are “Items” to him. 

Which also checks out. 

[sideblogformentalhealtshit]

It's so annoying how frustratingly difficult it is to translate daydreams into actual words in a text document! Because it's oftentimes not that the daydreams are just things i'm imagining, vague ideas of what happens or is said, no no no. I'm straight up thinking, very specifically, word for word what happens. I'm straight up sounding out sentences like i was reading a fanfic but in my head. but the moment i actually try to translate these words into, well, Actual Words, they just disappear!!! Whyy

[yourscorpiodad]

When I’m going to follow someone here, the first thing I look at is the bio and the pinned post. How the fuck do some of you have blank bios? Is there no backstory? Do I not get to find out if you’re insane? (Bonus points if you are.)

[strangewonderful]

what if i move back to lvebug.

[aylinaliens]

my least favorite part of fic writing is dialogue holy shit it’s like i never had a single conversation in my entire life how do others do it so effortlessly

[pokeybananas]

It's okay to treat those you want to please, for who they are, people who have hurt you (repeatedly). This has caused a panic attack. It's okay to fall apart because it makes you stronger (and brings clarity, to me at least). It's okay to bow out of family events (assuming it's safe for you to do so). It's okay to be sad. Come spend Christmas with me! (I'll send you as many guinea pig pictures as you want!)

[korisreblogcorner]

Nothing more hellish in this world than being a southerner and hearing what people think a drawl sounds like in rdr2 fanfics

[sm0resc00kie]

I swear im gunna get shadow milk pregnant if i try hard enough

[cheddar-baby]

Writing is probably the medium i am the least confident with. I've been told i write well by friends, gallery owners, and multiple people cried in front of me reading a book i wrote. But i have this sense that i form very clunky sentences. Everytime i write i have to do so many smoothing passes to make the flow better. Maybe im just in that period where i know theres more i can learn but ive always been like this with writing. I definitely know i write better than i speak though that is completely certain. Idk where im going with this i just think its interesting, i can easily pick out good qualities in all my other work but i really heavily scrutinize my writing.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Heh OmegaTooth date night at fancy restaurant. Because suits, and rich food, and you know high ticket price but private dinning area and so long as they don’t wreck the place and tip well, why not. (Also bonus points if it’s date night away from the kids lol)

But of course, unfortunately for all parties, it also happens to be the night so group decides to try to rob the rich snobs. At first they’re watching it unfold, a bit bemused, because “tsch, amateur kids”. But then one bold punk has to try to make them join the other yuppies in dumping their valuables. Victor rolls his eyes and is the one to get up first, but because he’s in a suit he’s not recognizable. He’s all “look kid, we just wanted a nice night out, you and your friends can just go off, I don’t care-“ but again cocky kid tries to cold clock what he thinks is just a rich dude playing hero. There’s a bit of blood, but Victor just chuckles, flashing those fangs as he grins. Ark sighs, tossing his napkin down as he gets up now too, “well there goes our quiet night”

And yeah, fight time. It’s not *that* spectacular, because these guys aren’t anything super, and the boys are trained mercs. One of their’s suits does get ripped though and there’s a snarl of “this is VINTAGE Armani you snot nosed punk!” followed by a loud cracking punch.

But yeah in the end, no one is robbed, cops collect the wannabe thieves, and our boys are allowed to leave through the back to avoid the police because sure they saved the day but are still technically criminals themselves. Oh and of course they tipped the hostess well because they wanna be welcomed back later after all lol.

All in all, it wasn’t a quiet diner date, but sitting by the fountain in the park, frowning at a torn suit jacket, under the moon next to your date who’s still grinning like a mad man about the rough housing, that’s still love right there.

[bueris]

ok if i actually like schdule my writing i think i could get a chapter of fic written by the end of the week....