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You’re not just a writer.

You’re a goddamn survivor of your own imagination.

You live with noise in your head that never shuts up until you bleed it onto the page, and even then, it whispers, “Make it better.”

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Accurate portrayl of being a teacher just so busy and tired.

Horns growing out of a student? Check to make sure medically they fine then move on

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Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is

the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me

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Nine Lines Tag!

@winterandwords was my tagger!

Tagging: @space-writes @sergeantnarwhalwrites and anyone else that wants to do this because I don't know of 9 people to tag (Please let me know if any of you would like to participate in the tag games! I'm too shy to tag people without permission first, haha)

There wasn't much time to think or talk until they got to a dark underbelly of a low overpass. Dog cornered Macaw into sitting down to the cool concrete to gather himself together. The man having what looked like a difficult time calming himself. Breathless and huffing while trying to turn himself away from the riled creature he was behaving like. Mumbled nonsense beneath low grunts. Words wanting to be spoken, but mind moving too quickly for a staggered mouth to utter before the thought was gone. Once Dog knew Macaw was going to stay put for the moment being, he stepped away to give him some space to breathe. The lit end of a cigarette bobbing in the dark held by a shaky hand, drags of habit to settle the stormy. 

Dog still casting watchful glances to the restless man as he left him to join the other two. 

Dog totally isn't doing damage control and playing mediator here. Nope. Never. //sarcasm//

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having an oc you havent drawn / written about publicly yet that only exist as a concept is so funny. i have special access to this limited edition guy from my brain

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hello writers.

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sir please that’s my emotional support group of mutuals who I never interact with but still care deeply about

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I have been very few and far between lately! Sorry about that. I'm heading into my busy season with work and haven't had much time outside of it. With my new position in this career field, it's been a huge learning curve. Aka, A LOT of panicking and running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

But on a side note, got to see my favorite band live last week. Wasn't able to fight my way to the front row, but I was about 5 rows back. Good enough.👍

The last time I got the chance to see them live was 10 years ago. They STILL put on a hell of a show. By far one of my favorite bands to see live, they bring the energy and are really good about interacting with the crowd. Not to mention, they sound exactly the same live.

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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write weird shit. Write indulgent au fanfiction and self insert fics. Write creepy horror scenes and random character crossover dialogue. Write in a different genre. Write that sex scene that you know won’t make the cut. Write about sentient furniture turning into werewolves that try to date your MC. Write whump or hero/villain fic. Write your kink. Write your worst nightmare. Write your delusions of power and fantasies of control. Write whatever the fuck you feel like. Write whatever comes to mind. You don’t have to share it with anyone (but you can). Your writing impulses don’t define your morality anymore than your reading preferences, and actually going outside your comfort zone will improve your writing skills (making a horrifying villain sympathetic requires good characterization). Even if it doesn’t improve your skills, that’s still something you created out of nothing. It’s still valuable. Don’t let purity culture kill your creativity. That’s how culture stagnates. That’s how writing stops being fun.

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(Note: the difference between guilt and shame is that ‘guilt’ focuses on specific acts or behaviors, while ‘shame’ involves the overall sense of self.)

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Current mood

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i love the never kill your self meme like yeah joy can be found in humble places peace and love on planet earth

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if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave

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honestly if tumblr died i might just go feral in the woods. it’ll probably be more enriching than twtr or any other social media site anyways