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davidharewood: We need a name!

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the alternative title to this masterpiece could be “Adora’s different emotional states”

1. dissociating  2. midly stressed 3. haha welp this is troublesome 4. im drunk and everything is fine 5. normal 

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GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PL–

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Sending an ask on tumblr is like trying to mail a letter from Texas to France in 1867 like. Are you ignoring the message because you did not like what I said? Are you ignoring the message because I was the one who sent it? Are you penning a reply? Did the missive even reach you? Please respond, I am dying of tuberculosis.

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Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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what breed of car is this?

by C_AND_B

kara’s really not that great at driving but she’s pretty great at listening, and smiling, and being abnormally pretty so lena keeps trying to end up in her uber - she has a pretty remarkable success rate

Words: 7092, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Uber, Fluff

from AO3 works tagged ‘Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor’ https://ift.tt/2VVpIIR via IFTTT https://archiveofourown.org/works/23818876

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Me, while writing: *chill* I’ll just post this. It doesn’t even matter if anybody reads it.

Me, staring at my screen immediately after posting:

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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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supercorp + "I just really miss talking to you." for the drabble prompt list? 💕

This started out pretty light and almost cute  and then... 😬Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy this one. ♥

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“If you break my window, I am sending your ass to jail.”

The warning obviously flies over Kara’s head like a bird seeking freedom after years of being stuck in a cage. Lena watches with an exasperated sigh as Kara climbs one branch after another until she’s sitting precariously on one that points directly at Lena’s window.

She should really do something about that. What if it is a burglar and not a blonde woman, seeking her apology for the sixth day of the week?

“I’m not going to let you in, Kara,” she says, tone flat and lips pulled at one side.

“Okay, that’s fair,” Kara replies with a shaky laugh, her arms visibly shaking from having to keep her balance on the branch. “But if you’d just give me a minute to explain-”

Lena crosses her arms and huffs. “There’s really nothing else to explain. You lied to me for months, Kara. If you think one apology will easily erase all of that, then you’re wrong.”

“I-I don’t think that, Lena.” Kara looks at her pleadingly, arms shaking against as she uses them to lift herself a little bit closer to Lena’s window. The action distracts Lena momentarily from the blonde as her eyes fleet over to the branch, realizing that Kara is venturing farther and farther away from its thicker part.

“Kara-”

“I know that what I did was wrong, I really know that, but if you’d just listen to me—”

“Kara, the branch—”

“— I only did it because it was an opportunity to get closer to you and- oh, no…” 

The branch bounces once or twice under Kara’s weight as she scooted closer to Lena’s window, but with a loud crack, the branch gives away, and Lena swears to whoever is sitting above the clouds that in that split of a second, she saw her life flash before her eyes.

And that doesn’t even make sense because she’s not the one who’s about to fall from twelve feet off the bloody ground.

“Kara!”

Lena’s not sure how she did it, but Kara somehow manages to use her long limbs to hold onto the windowsill just before the branch dropped to its demise. She groans as she hoists herself up on her arms, which, again, distracts Lena from what’s more important because… arms.

“Hoo! That was close,” Kara says through labored breath, now currently halfway inside her room, stomach flat on the windowsill.

That snaps her out of it and within seconds, her face scrunches with anger.

“What were you thinking?” she stomps over and smacks Kara’s arm. “You could have fallen and broken something, or worse: died!”

Kara winces, shifting on one side as she rubs her arm. “I didn’t know what else to do…”

“You couldn’t have knocked on the door like a normal person?”

“You wouldn’t have answered it.”

“How would you know that?”

Kara laughs softly before worming her way into Lena’s room, gracelessly plopping on the floor with a loud thud. “I tried the other day, remember?” she says while picking herself up on the floor. “You didn’t even say anything.”

Lena purses her lips, unwilling to admit anything.

“Well, here you are,” she huffs. “You can go out through the door and not risk dying this time.”

“I’m sorry I took the bet.”

Lena blinks at Kara’s words. It’s not really the first time Kara’s saying this. She has been trying to apologize and explain for quite a while now, but Lena has, quite admittedly, turned into a wall when it comes to Kara and everything she has to say.

But Kara is determined and stubborn, and god, it doesn’t even matter if Lena tells her to fuck off permanently from her life — she still comes back the next day.

“I mean, I’m just a nobody at work and you’re this person who’s always a candidate for promotion and…” she trails off, swiping her tongue across her lips. “… I didn’t know how else to approach you — to get to know you.”

“So you took the bet.”

Kara nods solemnly. “I took the bet.”

“And I still don’t forgive you.”

Kara’s face drops almost instantaneously and Lena wants to take it back, to tell her that she just needs time to think things through, and then she’ll be back to the same Lena who indulges Kara with three servings of potstickers every night.

But betrayal is a cruel thing, no matter how small the deed is, especially to a person like herself.

“And I know that deep inside you, you know that I will not forgive easily, knowing my family background, so why are you here?”

Kara looks at her the same way she did when she first found out about the bet. It’s a look of nervousness, of her heart obviously beating so fast that she visibly shakes in her place, and her hands can’t find their place — is it together? On her sides? In her pockets? She bites her lip and for a quick second, she looks to the side, as if she’s looking at something that will give her the courage to do the next thing, and then she locks her gaze on Lena’s as she takes one step forward—

“I just really miss talking to you,” she confesses, lower lip curling in between her teeth again. “I miss lunch dates and afternoon snacks. I miss walking you home.”

Lena takes pity on Kara at this point, visibly softening, arms dropping to her sides. “I miss you, too, Kara.”

Kara’s face brightens up by a fraction, and before it blooms into full-blown happiness, she cuts in—

“I just need time.”

There. She finally said it, and for the first time since Monday, Kara actually shows understanding, and after a moment of silence shared between the two of them, she smiles, albeit sadly, and walks past Lena to exit her room.

The door shuts behind her and Lena takes this time to breathe in and out slowly, to gather herself again before stepping closer to the window in hopes of seeing Kara for the last time in god knows how long.

Her cheeks burn a bright red, however, when she peeks and meets Kara’s startlingly blue eyes, who looks as though she was also waiting to see if Lena will watch her leave.

Well, she is right.

“Still here?” Lena asks, taking on a haughty tone to hide her embarrassment.

Kara smiles up at her. “You still have my number?”

“I do.”

“Okay,” Kara nods while sliding her hands into her pockets, finally turning to leave. “Text me when it’s okay to talk to you again.”

end.

— this is the first of many drafts i made for this prompt. 😌 consider this a bonus because i thought it deserves to be out there. —

Not everyone knows the feeling of having one, fleeting moment in your life photographed and stored in memory forever as the instance you realized you’re in love with someone.

Not even Lena knew that when it happened to her, but when realization slammed into her like a freight train, it was already too late.

Kara is gone.

Most nights are spent lying in bed, one arm stretched out toward her laptop, fingers barely brushing its edge, still hoping to be able to put her thoughts into words. However, the blank page remains as empty as the day she first opened it to compose a letter for Kara, and Lena wonders if she will be able to write at all any time soon.

Because Kara is gone and she is too late.

There will be no more days in which Kara will insist on having lunch dates or afternoon snacks; no more friendly reminders to not stay past six in the evening at work, or gentle reprimands against working from home. No one’s going to check on her just because they felt like doing it (or because they care for Lena).

All of this — all this suffering because she ignored Kara’s last (and final) message to her:

“I just really miss talking to you.”

The message glares at her from every corner of her house; most days it feels like it’s seared into her mind. There’s no escaping it.

There’s only the reminder of what she lost forever.

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I got tired of never seeing love stories that reminded me of myself. so I made one. for myself.

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Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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ceo!au + enemies to lovers + is that the best you can do. Please thank you

“You have a real mean way about you.”

Click. Click. Click. The lighter refuses to do its job; Lena finally just places the unlit cigarette between her lips and inwardly bemoans her luck. What are the odds—a pissed off Kara Danvers, a lighter that won’t light, and to top it all off, the faint bass from inside sounds suspiciously like the electronic music she’d told the DJ not to play.

“I'll take that as a compliment,” Lena says dryly. “How did you get past security?”

Kara comes up beside her; Lena tracks her in the corner of her eye. “Your security isn’t very good,” she replies simply.

“Figures.” Lena turns, then, and leans as lightly as she can against the metal railing. “Your manners aren’t very good either. No hello?”

“We don’t say hello to each other.” Kara looks more disheveled than Lena has ever seen her. Tie undone, white shirt wrinkled where it tucks into her pants, bun of hair unkempt. For a moment she says nothing more; Lena watches as she rests her elbows against the railing, shoulders taut with tension. “I’m tired,” she declares suddenly. “Of fighting with you.”

Lena sighs, rolls her cigarette between her thumb and forefinger and wishes it were lit. “That's all we do,” she says. “We fight each other. You cause trouble for me, I cause trouble for you…” 

“You stole my merger with Edge.” Kara’s voice is quiet, but as bitter as expected. She asks no questions, makes no probing inquiry, just states the fact hollowly.

“I did you a favor,” Lena says flippantly. “He would have severely underpaid you.”

“So you decided to—what, exactly? Make sure he paid you more?” Now there is anger sharpening at the edges of Kara’s words, but not a dangerous kind of anger. It is a muted kind, one more self-directed.

A weariness makes itself known in Lena’s chest, heavy and confusing. “Yes,” she says. She has no qualms of stealing mergers from anyone, but somehow this time…this time, she feels a bit of pity. “He was making a fool out of you, Kara.  I stepped in, blackmailed him a little, and then he doubled his offer. That's how business works. You wouldn't know it because you're too naive, but—”

“Oh, I’m naive?” Kara laughs, but unkindly. Her expression is pinched; she makes a move to run her fingers through her hair, but it’s still somewhat upright, so she settles for clenching her hand into a fist. “Forgive me for trying to be a good person and not a cutthroat bitch.”

“There is no place for good people in our line of work.” Lena has long since mastered an impressive poker face, and she tries her best to remain impassive when she adds, “I suggest you get used to it. And while you're at it, you can make your way out of my house.” That seems to spark some kind of guilt—Kara slumps against the railing with a low, empty sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Kara apologizes lowly. “I didn’t mean that. I don’t think you’re a bitch at all.”

“I’ve heard worse.” Lena, in order to not see the look on Kara’s face, tries the lighter again. This time a flame emerges, flickering in the wind, thin and shaking. But it lights her cigarette all the same. “Do you smoke?” Only then does her gaze lift, and she sees Kara watching, now straightened to her full height.

“No.” Kara places her hands in her pockets, shifts sideways slightly. She is taller than Lena, and Lena inwardly berates herself for not wearing heels tonight. “Why?”

“Well I was going to offer you a cigarette, but I guess I won’t.” Lena takes a slow drag, feels her body warm with it. Smoking is a habit she can't seem to quit, and it's her one vice she's actually ashamed about. “Unless you want one anyway.”

Kara shakes her head. “No, I’d probably choke,” she declines. “It wouldn’t be very attractive.” The wind picks up; a few tendrils of hair that have escaped from her bun brush over her forehead, and she makes no move to tuck them away. “Knowing you, you would use that as blackmail for me next.”

Lena inhales smoke and sighs. “I already have enough blackmail material on you, Kara Danvers,” she says. This, too, is a fact.

“You do? Like what?”

“Like…I know you took over your cousin's company because of a kidnapping scandal involving your nephew.” Lena takes immense pleasure in the way Kara's eyes darken dangerously; she has always suspected there was some steel under that goody-goody exterior. “Clark Kent must have paid a pretty penny to the press to keep his little boy out of the papers.”

“That has nothing to do with me,” Kara says sharply.

Lena shrugs. “It's not bad blackmail material,” she points out. “Everyone loves a good sacrifice story. It would make you look heroic if it came to light.”

“It would put Clark and his family in danger.” Kara’s face twists into the harshest kind of disgust—the kind Lena expects. 

“Then you better hope I never have a reason to use it against you,” Lena says airily, stubbing her cigarette out; even smoking can’t bring her joy right now. Something about the way Kara stares at her—disappointedly—makes her skin crawl.

Kara takes a step towards Lena. They’ve gravitated close already, but this is deliberate. Her eyes, blue and sharp, are locked entirely on Lena’s. “Right,” she says. “Is that the best you can do? Threaten my family?”

Lena tilts her head up to meet her gaze head-on. “That’s just the surface of the knowledge I have on you,” she warns, and she leans in now, tugging at the undone knot of Kara’s tie. Kara comes when she is pulled, though she swallows hard enough that it’s audible.

“What else?” Kara asks. She breathes in tune with Lena now, their faces mere inches from each other.

“I also know…” Lena has more details about Kara Danvers. She does. But right now there’s one glaring fact right in front of her—one that is all too delicious to pass up. “I know that you want to kiss me right now.”

Kara stiffens; Lena feels it in the resistance of her tie. She jerks away a beat later, cheeks red and jaw clenched, to put some distance between them. “That’s,” she breathes out. “That is—” She can’t seem to be able to string her words together. “There you go again, with the mean streak. It’s not nice.”

“I thought we established I’m not nice,” Lena reminds her, an odd pang settles in the bottom of her stomach. “At least, not to anyone who poses a threat to Luthor Corp.”

“I’m not a threat to you or your company.”

“It’s not personal, Kara,” Lena says, and wishes she hadn’t put out her cigarette. “I have appearances to keep. You understand—it’s politics, all of it. Business politics.”

“So you hate me because I’m your competition?” Kara frowns. “Just like that?”

“I don’t hate you.” And as she confesses it, Lena realizes that it’s true. That maybe—maybe for once—she is also tired of fighting. “Even though I would like to, I don’t.”

“You want to hate me?” Something in Kara’s voice is raw, hopeful, and it hurts to hear. “Why?”

“I’m Lena Luthor. I’m supposed to be selfish and self-centered, remember? That’s the image everyone wants.” Fuck it; Lena reaches for her lighter again. But before she can, Kara’s hand covers hers.

“For the record,” Kara says, “I don’t hate you either.”

“I could’ve told you that,” Lena quips, casting an uncomfortable glance towards the balcony doors. Inside the party rages on, and no one is witnessing this show of weakness, but it doesn’t feel right. Lena feels exposed; there is no coming back from this,

Kara smiles and it’s faint, but a smile nonetheless. And for all her shortcomings—the messy state of her evening wear, the stubborn shade of blue of her eyes—Lena has to suck in a breath when Kara leans in. Her hand rests on Lena’s cheek, her skin frozen and her touch overwhelmingly gentle.

“You were right,” Kara says quietly. “I did want to kiss you tonight.” Her thumb traces a slow, steady path down Lena’s jaw, and Lena feels her heart hiccup. Then Kara surprises her—she leans in enough to brush a kiss to Lena’s cheek softly, cold breath exhaling against her skin. “You can add that to your blackmail list, too,” she says, stepping away, and when she places her hands in her pockets this time it’s with a sense of finality.

Lena almost lets her leave. But her heart thumps loudly in her ears and clouds her judgement entirely; she pulls Kara back, says “Wait—” and not much else, because then Kara is kissing her properly. Or maybe she is kissing Kara, winding her arms around Kara’s neck and squeezing her close because she fears the moment she will have to let go.

Kara is the first to break away. For a moment all she does is gaze down at Lena, bewildered, and says nothing. Then: “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react.”

Lena bites her lip. “You could exploit this,” she says, “and use it as blackmail against me.”

“Right…or?”

“Or,” and Lena smooths out the collar of Kara’s shirt, which seems to be stained with some kind of liquor. “You could kiss me again.”

“Well, blackmail does sound fun.” And then Kara is smiling, soft and ridiculously wide, and Lena knows everything has changed.

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me: *lowkey wishes people take more photos of me in a poetic way*

also me: *smacks anyone pointing a camera in my direction*

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

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writers

write that sentence, that dialogue, that scene that terrifies you

don’t delete shit, just move it to another document

have a “bits and pieces” document for all the odds and ends you can’t fit anywhere else

think of the color of a person’s eyes, imagine something reflected in them, now write that scene

fiction doesn’t have to be 100% accurate, don’t research yourself to boredom

i’m being serious there’s a thing called suspension of disbelief and it’s magical (yes that’s me making a joke)

write something that makes you cry

write something that makes you laugh

write something you can’t explain to other people

write something you won’t remember until you read it the next day

don’t read about the publishing industry until you really, really need to. all it will do is make you unbelievably tired

listen to music from open world RPG video games, you’re welcome

always take a small journal or some paper and a pen with you

write by hand in a journal every once in a while

put the ending of your story in the beginning and see what happens

listen to input from other people. yes you’re the writer, but they’re the reader and they want to help you make something spectacular

said is not dead dude like wtf

the thesaurus is shiny and lovely and a great resource but don’t let words get in the way of your story telling, you don’t need to write prose as poetry for it to be beautiful

just finish the draft first, worry about perfection after

yes, you do have talent

yes, you can do this. you already are

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I love it when ideas serve people and solve problems