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some of my favorite replies to this tweet. happy lesbian visibility week!
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Hey everyone, please consider buying the 2024 itch.io Palestinian Relief Bundle- it's 373 games, game-making assets, tabletop roleplaying games, zines, and comics for a minimum of just 8 USD! They have a goal of 100,000 USD, and as of the time I'm writing this post, they have 8 more days to reach it.
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Link will be in the reblog!
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you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk
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happy lesbian visibility week
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I often forget that not everyone reads gay fanfiction
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Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.
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Eddie would show Steve real music this, Eddie shows Steve the wonders of Lord of the Rings that----I get it. But have you considered....... Steve gets Eddie into those ridiculous, smutty romance novels? The ones that even if they're bad, they're good. Have you considered Steve getting Eddie into the Indy 500? NASCAR? What about cooking shows? Cheesy soap operas where Steve literally knows every insane storyline by memory? WHAT ABOUT EDDIE GETTING INTO STEVE'S INTERESTS???
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mombin pt 7 <33
(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)
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since im a chronic complainer, if you don't complain to me, I feel like we're not friends :(
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🚗💕 making memories
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random ask where you get to rant or ramble about anything you really want to talk about
Okay I'm ready to talk!!
Ramble will be under the cut it is long. It's about my writing process for my Ronance Fic No Sweeter Drug (than just giving you my love) if you're at all interested in reading, spoilers beware.
So, before i started writing my first ronance fanfic I had not read any ronance fics at all, or at least not any where Ronance was the only ship (I had read a few where they were pretty prominent tho). This was interesting because this is the only time a ship has overtaking me that didn't start with me consuming an ungodly amount of fanfiction, instead it started with me listening to Midnights by Taylor Swift and thinking that Maroon really reminded me of them. And I'm not even a big Taylor Swift fan!! (which is probably hard to believe when I have an entire fanfic based on an album of hers).
But anyways, I started writing it, first with an outline (and because I love talking about writing processes that's what this ramble is going to be about, idc if no one wants to know, i want to share, so listen to me (or don't, idk)).
This is how it started, the first words I ever wrote of this idea.
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and it keeps going, with a little blurb for each song. Rereading this, I can see that things have changed, my chapter for Vigilante Shit was originally "fun and light hearted" and ended up with Robin and Nancy seriously considering murder for about 500 words. The ending changed a bit, as I was originally trying to fit each song in there, before deciding that Mastermind really didn't make sense for this fic, and Sweet Nothings was a much better ending. (And let's be honest, Nancy Wheeler did not do any masterminding in NSD). Also Nancy was originally bisexual until I started writing the first chapter and realized my girl was so comphet.
After I do a brief roadmap/outline, i then take each chapter one by one, first writing a more detailed bullet point outline, and then writing the whole chapter. Here's my some of my bulletpoints for chapter 2 (the Maroon Chapter) for your perusal
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As I kept going, I eventually stopped doing bullet points and started just writing out the scene blocks more like this (this is chapter 6, the Midnight Rain one)
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And then I just write the chapter. Fun fact, while writing the end of Chapter Four (the Snow on the Beach one), I did almost make them kiss too early. In the actual fic we have this:
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but when I first wrote it, she did say that out loud. This is what happened:
"I shouldn't have left you on that roof," Nancy says. And Robin is surprised because they've never talked about this before, not outside of that week. "I was scared."
"I know." Robin says. "I'm not really mad at you... not anymore. More sad about it."
"You still...like girls then?"
Robin nods. "Do you?"
"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to." Nancy says quietly.
"It's not about being allowed to or not. It just is. You can like whoever you want to like."
Nancy is quiet and think back to before. When she was in New York, she was still Nancy Wheeler, resident goody-two-shoes. So much of her life had changed after that day. So much had gone wrong. Her whole life was different. And maybe, maybe no one would really care, if Nancy dated a girl. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. Maybe one day her and Robin could be far far away from here. Maybe Nancy could be happy... just maybe.
"I don't know how," Nancy says, instead of any of that. And she's talking about a lot of things here. Maybe she doesn't know how to do date a girl, maybe she doesn't know how to move on, maybe she just doesn't know how to be happy.
"That's okay," Robin says. "I don't know how to either. We could figure it out together."
Nancy doesn't say anything, just grabs Robin's hand. 
They both slink down to the floor, leaning against the house.
Robin asks if she can kiss Nancy and Nancy says yes and it's soft and sweet, not the same hurried red passion of New York, but something slower. 
"God this is weird, isn't it?" Nancy says.
"Yeah, but it's nice."
"So nice"
You can tell towards the end of me writing it, I realized that this was way to soon and I wasn't even trying with dialogue. I pretty much deleted that right after I wrote it (had to hunt through my track changes to find it). I got swept in the moment writing and the realized I had an outline to stick to! They couldn't kiss in chapter four!!!
Also ew such a shock reading my raw unedited writing. In an ideal world, my writing will go through two editing passes before posting. It all honestly, only the first five chapters got the privilege of two editing passes, the rest got one pass and a run through a spell checker. (Although one pass can be multiple, i just prefer two passes of editing with some time passing in between them)
I'm doing much better about editing the fic I'm working on right now, and I feel so much better about the quality of the chapters when I do that.
The title of No Sweeter Drug (than just giving you my love) was one of the last things I came up with. I didn't settle on it until after I'd compeltly finished the first draft. I was debating between two of them, NSD and (I love you so much) It Scares Me Half to Death and the only reason I didn't pick the latter was because a) I love Tessa Violet and b) I couldn't figure out which part to put in parentheses.
Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this fic and this fic was a different tone then anything else I've tried. The other fandom I write for has a standard for first person writing and I used present tense for my fics there, so this was the first fic I wrote in third person past tense, and I could feel myself growing as a writer while I wrote it.
The only thing is I wish it had more comments 😭😭😭 feels like such a selfish thing to wish for, especially when so many of the comments I've gotten have been so lovely and i've made a couple of wonderful friendships from this fic. But I started writing this fic back in Oct 2022 and didn't post it until Dec 2023, so that's over a year of writing for an average of four comments per chapters.
In reality, I was just spoiled by the first fandom I wrote for—they're literally the best at giving comments and I was tricked into thinking that was the norm. It's just a tad disappointing to be pouring all this time and effort into something and not getting out what you pour in, we all have to be leaders of change in the Ronance fandom and start leaving long and detailed comments on every chapter of each fic we read.
But overall, I really grateful for this fic even if no one had read it, it was fun to write and I'm really really proud of it.
And anon, I hope this was what you were looking for in a ramble and you're required to at least pretend you enjoyed it /j
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finntheehumaneater · 3 hours
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“well,” Stevie muttered, her hands reaching up to fix the pin in her hair after she caught the man’s eyes lingering for too long. She made sure to face her ring towards him when she did, just for emphasis. “You have some nerve. I am married woman, as you know, and i have no intention of going out with some...some beatnik like yourself.”
“Oh, you’re circled, dolly?” The man mused as Stevie twisted the red straw around in her horribly green milkshake, her thighs going numb from sitting at the bar stool so long. “Well, I gotta head back tonight and bake a biscuit with my friends, but I get off work soon, so if you were down for a little...back seat bingo in a few...”
Stevie felt her face heat bright red, her head dizzy at the thought of those hands on her. And he was in a band? She said that, unaware of the fact that she was speaking ans he laughed, picking up her milkshake and bringing the straw to her lips. The cream on top had melted. She took a sip as he went on, his voice low as he leaned in for a whisper. “Well, dollface, I’m no Chuck Berry, but I can play the guitar alright.”
Oh God. “I’m married,” Stevie said weakly, watching his hands as they set her cup back down. “I have a husband.”
“Ain’t that a bite,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair which just messed it up even more. “I get off in ten, my car’s out back.”
Stevie stared, her cheeks reddening as she left her milkshake unfinished and stood. Over his shoulder, the man called, “take a picture, hun, it’ll last longer.”
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"i just don't like masculine women" literally i'm so sorry for you loss. i hope you get well soon
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finntheehumaneater · 4 hours
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it’s insane how quickly your life can just. suddenly improve. i used to be so miserable but now i own 5 swords
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