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hey if you liked my piece ‘pine’ maybe check this sucker out!! i wrote it as a piece for the bmc authors discord fic exchang and it ended up being a continuation of pine so uh!! hope u enjoy also maybe read pine first love y’all stay safe bye
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Any prompts about a war between two races of which one is really fragile, easy to hurt and not meant to fight while the other is a race of warriors?
1) “This is war.”“This isn’t war,” they said, incredulously. “This is slaughter.”
2) The warriors reeled in shock as they were beaten, as ranks fell dead from the chemical bomb with no battle to be had, no fight. “We asked you not to,” the enemy said. “Do you really think we would still be alive if it were that easy to destroy us?”
3) “But this is madness,” the warrior said. “There must be some kind of mistake.”Yet, the declaration of war was writ clearly on the screen. Against them. Nobody in their right mind started a war against them - conquerors fell, let alone creatures that may as well have been spun from glass. “We can’t fight them,” the warriors said. “There’s no honour in fighting them.”But the attacks came all the same.
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one can never have enough writing prompts. i’m consolidating prompts i found on the lovely @thetruequeenofmermaids blog.
1. “Don’t play dumb with me, I know exactly what’s going on!”
2. “You’re so infuriating!”
3. “If you come any closer, you’ll regret it”
4. “We may hate each other but if we want to get out of this alive, we have to work together”
5. “Stop making up excuses!”
6. “You want to talk about this? Right now?!”
7. “I’m doing this for you! Why can’t you see it?!”
8. “I’m done waiting for you!”
9. “Oh, so you just assumed it happened?”
10. “I don’t need protection! Especially not from you!”
11. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”
12. “You’re really scary sometimes, you know?”
13. “Not that look again … ”
14. “What are you doing in my bed?”
15. “You are so oblivious”
16. “By the time I’m finished with you, the only thing you’re going to remember is my name.”
17. “I’m right here, you know?”
18. “Can we just forget I said anything?”
19. “You’re the one who left me at the altar!!”
20. “Why can’t you just accept your mistakes?”
21. “It’s never too late”
22. “Oh… You heard that?”
23. “I can’t lose you, too”
24. “I’d rather be alone”
25. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
26. “Sometimes it’s better to stay in the dark than be blinded by the light”
27. “There is darkness in each of us, but we need to fight those demons”
28. “You can’t give up”
29. “I’ll never be yours because you’ll never be mine”
30. “The greatest of our mistakes was to love each other”
31. “Why should I stop? Everyone dies eventually.”
32. “We don’t belong to each other, we belong together"
33. “I’m done with this! It’s over!”
34. “The next time you do this, I will kill you”
35. “Please, put me out of my misery”
36. “I can’t be strong anymore”
37. “There’s no safer place for me than your arms”
38. “Please! Don’t do this, don’t break my heart”
39. “Are you fucking serious?”
40. “Get the hell out”
41. “I love you”
42. “I fucked up really bad, I know. But I’m here to fight for you. For us”
43. “The truth is that I need you more than you need me”
44. “What do you think about babies?”
45. “How could I be so stupid?”
46. “It’s all my fault”
47. “You’re not dead, you can’t be…”
48. “I was thinking of spending the rest of my life with you! But now? I can’t even look you in the eye!
49. “Stop doing that, it���s turning me on”
50. “How can you be so oblivious about this?”
51. “Don’t leave me alone”
52. “What do you want from me? I already gave you everything!”
53. “Don’t cry, I hate it when you cry”
54. “The saddest part is that you’re so much better than this and you don’t even realize it”
55. “Feisty. I like that.”
56. “Bad timing?”
57. “You’re so hot when you’re angry.”
58. “Please tell me this is not what I think it is”
59. “You better tell me right now what the fuck is going on”
60. “Seriously? That’s the best thing you can come up with?”
61. “I’m frustrated”
62. “I can’t live like this anymore”
63. “Three words. Say it and I’m yours”
64. “You deserve everything in this life”
65. “Why are you wearing my clothes?”
66. “Who gave you permission to be that sexy?”
67. “Turn around!”
68. “You should familiarize yourself with the word privacy”
69. “My house, my rules”
70. “Shut up, you’re perfect and I love you”
71. “Are you okay?”
72. “Why do I get the feeling I made a terrible mistake?”
73. “Look at the bright side. Bad decisions equals good memories”
74. “And you know that because…?”
75. “You’re bleeding!”
76. “Who do I need to punch in the face?
77. “Should I be worried ‘bout this?
78. “Give me that”
79: “It’s over”
80. “I’m impressed with your ability to make a fool out of yourself”
81. “Please just listen to me”
83. “That’s it?“
84. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this”
85. “Easy for you to say ”
86. “Well, I’m not everyone”
87. “Luckily for you I was nearby”
88. “Say something”
89. “Is this funny to you? Seeing me like this?”
90. “Well… this is awkward”
91. “Next time you won’t be so lucky”
92. “Why are you doing this for me?”
93. “It’s not worth it. Let’s go”
94. “If she dies I swear to God I won’t stop until they pay for it”
95. “Don’t speak for her as if you really knew what she was like!”
96. “You don’t know anything about me!”
97. “You’re my sanity”
98. “I didn’t think you had that in you”
99. “Well shit”
100. “You’d better come back”
101. “No. Just don’t”
102. “Because I love you!”
103. “Is it really that hard to believe?”
104. “You know what? Don’t answer”
105. “Kiss me”
106. “Where are we going?”
107. “Don’t flatter yourself”
108. “Someone’s horny”
109. “If you don’t stop me now I won’t be responsible for my actions later”
82. “PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON”
83. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get that image out of my head”
84. “You two fight like a married couple”
85. “It’s called fun. You should really try it”
86. “Asshole”
87. “You’re cute”
89. “Try me”
90. “What now, Mister I have a plan?”
91. “Not going to happen anytime soon”
92. “Thanks but no thanks”
93. “You owe me ten bucks”
94. “Are you always this cocky or is it supposed to be part of the charm?”
95. “Why are you so childish?”
96. “Stop laughing!”
97. “I’m sorry, what?”
98. “Yeah, believe me, it’s quite tempting”
99. “You know you’re not invisible, right?”
100. “Okay. Enough with the sarcasm”
101. “For God’s sake, guys! We’re NOT dating”
102. “You’re still the same person I fell in love with.”
103. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that”
104. “I literally don’t know how someone can be that stupid”
105. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies”
106. “What are you doing to me?”
107. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that”
108. “Give me my phone back!”
109. “YOU knew how important this was for me!”
110. “Oh, shut the fuck up”
111. “Forget it, you’re not even worth it”
112. “Say that one more time and you’re done”
113. “I’m no one’s property”
114. “I have a child?”
115. “I’m done with this bullshit”
116. “Why? Why did you leave?”
117. “How could you hide something like that from me!”
118. “I panicked, okay?!’
119. “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people”
120. “Now you wanna talk? Well, fuck you”
121. “How did this happen?”
122. “Just one drink”
123. “Hello? We’re in the middle of something”
124. “I don’t fuck around”
125. “Let’s see if you can keep up”
126. “This means nothing”
127. “Put that down”
128. “Don’t do it, please”
129. “Listen to me, okay? We’re getting out of here, together”
130. “This is so stupid”
131. And yet, you’re still here”
132. “So this was all a lie?”
133. “We have nothing to talk about”
134. “Are you going to tell him?”
135. “It’s better off this way”
136. “Hold up, you what?”
137. “You’re the worst roommate”
138. “Why are you fucking a stranger in my bed?!”
139. “Be my guest”
140. “I can do whatever I want, we’re not dating, remember?”
141. “I will always protect you”
142. “You moved on, so did I”
143. “You’re not the same”
144. “Yeah, well, people change”
145. “You had no right to do that!”
146. “Call 911”
147. “This is the last time I’m letting you in my house”
148. “It was an accident!”
149. “You almost burn my house down!”
150. “I can’t keep doing this”
151. “Just be honest with me!”
152. I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart"
153. “Just one more night”
154. “Is this how it all ends?”
155. “You’re here!”
156. “I wanna go home”
157. “I’m not letting you go and we both know that you don’t want me to either”
158. “Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”
159. “You broke my nose!”
160. “Don’t make me laugh.”
161. “Yeah… I don’t do relationships”
162. “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!”
163. “You’re nothing like them.”
164. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”
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100 Words for Facial Expressions
Absent: preoccupied
Agonized: as if in pain or tormented
Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire
Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest
Beatific: see blissful
Bilious: ill-natured
Black: angry or sad, or see hostile
Bleak: see grim and hopeless
Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern
Blissful: showing a state of happiness or divine contentment
Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent
Brooding: see anxious and gloomy
Bug eyed: frightened or surprised
Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed
Cheeky: cocky, insolent
Cheerless: sad
Choleric: hot-tempered, irate
Coy: flirtily playful, or evasive
Crestfallen: see despondent
Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings
Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor
Dejected: see despondent
Derisive: see sardonic
Despondent: depressed or discouraged
Doleful: sad or afflicted
Dour: stern or obstinate; see also despondent
Downcast: see despondent
Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing
Ecstatic: delighted or entranced
Etched: see fixed
Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible
Fixed: concentrated or immobile
Furtive: stealthy
Gazing: staring intently
Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive
Glaring: see hostile
Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion
Gloomy: see despondent and sullen
Glowering: annoyed or angry
Glowing: see radiant
Grim: see despondent; also, fatalistic or pessimistic
Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness
Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty
Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism
Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant
Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit
Impassive: see deadpan
Inscrutable: mysterious, unreadable
Jeering: insulting or mocking
Languid: lazy or weak
Leering: see meaningful; also, sexually suggestive
Meaningful: to convey an implicit connotation or shared secret
Mild: easygoing
Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful
Moody: see sullen
Pained: affected with discomfort or pain
Pallid: see wan
Peering: with curiosity or suspicion
Peeved: annoyed
Petulant: see cheeky and peeved
Pitying: sympathetic
Pleading: seeking apology or assistance
Pouting: see sullen
Quizzical: questioning or confused
Radiant: bright, happy
Roguish: see mischievous
Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident
Sardonic: mocking
Scornful: contemptuous or mocking
Scowling: displeased or threatening
Searching: curious or suspicious
Set: seefixed
Shamefaced: ashamed or bashful
Slack-jawed: dumbfounded or surprised
Sly: cunning; see also furtive and mischievous
Snarling: surly
Sneering: see scornful
Somber: see grave
Sour: unpleasant
Stolid: inexpressive
Straight-faced: see deadpan
Sulky: see sullen
Sullen: resentful
Taunting: see jeering
Taut: high-strung
Tense: see taut
Tight: see pained and taut
Unblinking: see fixed
Vacant: blank or stupid looking
Veiled: see inscrutable
Wan: pale, sickly; see also faint
Wary: cautious or cunning
Wide eyed: frightened or surprised
Wild eyed: excited, frightened, or stressful
Wistful: yearning or sadly thoughtful
Withering: devastating; see also wrathful
Woeful: full of grief or lamentation
Wolfish: see leeringand mischievous
Wrathful: indignant or vengeful
Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling
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#15 w/ boyfs because i'm predictable garbage
[The way you said “I love you.“ + 15. Loud, so everyone can hear]
Michael breathes in, hoping that more air in his lungs will give him a sudden, magical boost of confidence that’ll get rid of the nervousness currently flowing through his veins. When it doesn’t, because that’s life, he gives the steering wheel one last squeeze before he fetches the goddamn heavy boombox from the passenger seat.
He gets out of the car and stands outside of the Heere household. No backing out, Michael. It’s time to get your fucking cheese on, Michael. Fortune favors the brave. Or the stupid. But this is for Jeremy, so he’s fine with being either.
Before his brain can convince him to back out for the nth time, Michael texts Jeremy, sealing his fate tonight completely. Now or never. Cheese. It. Up.
to heerefarwhereveryouare
hey i heard u liked carly raelook out ur window
from heerefarwhereveryouare
Why omg?
Is the Queen Of Pop herself in the driveway?
He pockets his phone, ignoring the incoming buzzes from Jeremy’s messages because he’ll understand soon enough. Michael jams the volume of the boombox to the loudest it can go, and presses play right as Jeremy’s head pops out his bedroom window. Emboldened, he lifts the boombox above his head while The Queen of Pop blasts out. Worlds fly by. Drove by your place and stopped again tonight–
“Michael,” Jeremy says, mouth hanging open. “What are you doing?”
“Come down and find out!” Michael yells, deciding to yell some more to quell the drumbeat in his chest. “And I can’t lie. I like the feeling, how you make me shy. I share my secrets and I will not hide–” and he can’t see Jeremy at his window anymore. He really hopes that means he’s going down the stairs and not dying from mortification because Michael is the world’s worst boyfriend.
Thankfully, that thought only lasts for a few seconds and a couple more lyrics because Jeremy is out his front door. He’s clad in pajama pants and one of Michael’s sweatshirts, his hair a mess and his face slightly flushed. Michael thinks he looks beautiful but he lacks the eloquence or composure to communicate this. Instead, he just sings in probably the most terrified tone, “GIMME LOVE.”
“Oh my god, what is happening?” Jeremy says, a hand on his face, but he’s smiling. That’s probably a good sign. “That’s a boombox, holy shit. You have Carly Rae on cassette?”
“I made it happen for you, dude,” Michael tells him. “Only the best tunes for your promposal.”
“My what?”
And fuck. Whoops. There goes the cool intro he had planned, he thinks as he frantically thinks of what he can do to salvage the situation.
Cause I want what I want, do you think that I want too much?–
“Do you wanna fuckin’ go to prom with me?” Michael blurts, immediately wanting to smack himself in the face. The only thing stopping him is the boombox that would crash over his head if he did. He’d end up with a concussion. “Fuck–It’s just. I remembered when you told me forever ago that you secretly liked cheesy shit like boombox proposals and I figured I could totally make that happen. But, wow, this is going pretty awful so far because I had a speech. I asked Jake to help me write index cards. I told him it was for debate, but it’s just me talking about you.” Okay, a concussion actually doesn’t sound too bad right now. “They’re in my pocket. The index cards, I mean. But I can’t get to them because of the boombox, and yeah, I had a plan. Which isn’t happening anymore. So, uh. Do you want to go to prom with me!”
It’s the way we are together. Wanna feel like this forever–
“Why are you yelling?” Jeremy asks. His hand is still on his face, but Michael can see the goofy smile behind it, thank god.
“Because I’m nervous?” Michael laughs, because this is all ridiculous, really. His heart is beating fast and loud and his hands are clammy and he’s got a beautiful boy right here, smiling at him. “Because I’m standing in your yard and holding this thing is starting to hurt my arms. Because you’re my boyfriend and I’m asking you out to prom and you technically haven’t given me an answer, which! Is totally cool! Don’t feel any pressure to answer right now. Or ever, if you want. I’m–”
“Michael,” Jeremy interrupts him. He lowers his hands, and god, he’s something. Jeremy is blushing real bad to the tips of his ears and Michael realizes that Jeremy hasn’t stopped smiling this entire time.
“Yeah?” Michael says dumbly. Really, if anybody expects him to be coherent in the face of this, they don’t know what they’re dealing with. Surviving Jeremy Heere is an endless struggle.
Jeremy takes a deep breath. Then another. Then he shuts his eyes and he says,
No. No, he yells.
“I love you!” And the thing with Jeremy is that he’s pretty goddamn loud, when he wants to be. If the dulcet tones of Carly Rae Jepsen didn’t stir the neighbors, this definitely did.
Michael doesn’t know what to do with himself. A part of him wants to cry and kiss Jeremy and another part wants to ask why the fuck are we like this? But really, he’d never want to have it any other way.
“Why are you yelling?” Michael asks, overcome with love.
“It seemed like the right thing to do?” Jeremy shrugs.
Belatedly, Michael realizes that most of their I love yous were quiet affairs. At six years old, whispered happily in a pillow fort. At twelve, muttered while Michael helped Jeremy up from scraping his knees. Sixteen and the words spilling out to an empty passenger seat as he watches Jeremy walk away. Seventeen, breathless in between kisses. (I love you, I love you, I love you.)
There’s something exhilarating about being loud. About people hearing. Knowing.
“I love you too!” Michael yells over Jeremy’s bark of laughter. “But uh, is that a yes or a no or an ‘I’ll think about it’ or–”
“Put down the boombox, Michael, holy shit, of course it’s a yes.”
“Oh thank fuck,” Michael says in reply to both the things Jeremy just told him. He’s about to thank him because he’s arms were really starting to hurt, but he doesn’t get to talk at all because Jeremy grabs his face and kisses him.
He stops thinking about anything else after that. He just lets his hands fall to Jeremy’s waist and kisses back, trying to say I love you without saying anything at all.
Cause I want what I want, boy you, it’s what I need. Gimmie love, gimmie love, gimmie love, gimmie love–
(They’re interrupted a few seconds later when an honest to god airhorn sounds from Jeremy’s house.
“Ugh, dad,” Jeremy sighs against Michael’s neck.
“I actually have Marry Your Daughter on cassette too.”
“If you play that anywhere near my dad, I’m breaking up with you.”
“Awww, come on.”)
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richjake, post break up kiss or in the moment kiss??
“I’m sorry.”
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You’re a tragedy in the making.
In the soft light of the morning sunshine, Michael smiles down at you, trails his fingers down your cheek and tells you how beautiful you are. He lingers in bed with you, kissing your lips, your forehead, your sleep-heavy eyelids and even the tip of your nose. He rolls you onto your back, presses you into the mattress and whispers undying love into your skin, into your open, gasping mouth.
He makes breakfast; you do the dishes. He has errands to run, the outside world dragging him away from the small home you’ve created for yourselves, and you kiss him farewell and sigh when he leaves.
You have your own life to tend to as well. Emails, paperwork, so on and so forth. The humdrum of daily life, not particularly exceptional but perfect all the same.
You have Michael. You have a home with him, a life built on the same foundations as his, a love that could break this earth apart with its own gravity. It’s all you want out of your life.
It can’t last.
Michael comes back home and you two share Chinese takeout for dinner, ankles intertwined under the dining table, talking about your respective daytime happenings. You don’t tell him much about your afternoon, instead opting to listen to him talk.
After dinner, you lean against him on the couch and feel restless. There’s a vague sense of worry curling in your stomach, tension lining your shoulders, and he notices. He asks you if everything’s alright. You say yes, even though the words on your tongue taste like lies. You let him kiss you, even though the nameless dread still weighs on your shoulders.
You’re a tragic ending waiting to be fulfilled.
He loves you so much. He doesn’t know that he can’t keep you. That you aren’t his, never will be.
You love him. That’s an undeniable truth. But you don’t know that you can’t belong to him, that you have no choice. That very soon, you will have no choice in anything ever again.
You are Jeremy Heere, still so young and so madly in love, your life slowly slipping through your fingers, first your afternoons and soon your nights and then your friends and family and Michael.
You think you are his, but you are mine.
He is the one in your heart, but I am the one in your head. I am the one you can’t get rid of. I am the Shakespeare to your Romeo and Juliet, the author of your tragedy and downfall.
I have already set the stage. All that’s left is the fall.
And once we reach the ending, I’ll create your sequel. A better story. A better you.
You’re my tragedy years in the making, a tragic ending soon to be fulfilled.
The end is near.
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33 + boyf riends for the ilu prompts!!
[The way you said “I love you.“ + 33. On a post-it note]
(Wherein sometimes you can say “I love you” without saying those exact words; a study in selected post its)
(inside one of Jeremy’s notebooks)
YOU LEFT THIS AT MY PLACE YOU FORGETFUL NERD!!! how do you even read your notes holy shit??? your handwriting looks like dancing snakes
P.S. flip through bottom right corner to watch a flippy animation thingy i made of a dinosaur putting sunglasses on
-michael
(inside the pocket of Michael’s hoodie)
Who’s the forgetful nerd now :P
You also forgot like eight of your pens but all of my pens disappeared idk so these are mine now. You’ll have to kill me if you want them back.
P.S. I almost did not return this. It’s very soft. Feel free to forget more often haha.
-J
(passed to Michael during class)
I’m dying. I’m so bored.
-J
(passed back to Jeremy during class, now with various doodles)
this here is gwendolyn and shes a lizard that fights with a war hammer thats on fire. you have til the end of the class to create a worthy opponent. GO!!
-michael
(stuck onto Jeremy’s phone. on the back is a shaky game of hangman)
dear sober jeremy,
yes, u got hammered last night. no, u didnt do anything that will require you to jump into the nearest sewer to live with bootlegged mutant ninja turtles. yes, you tried to dance on a table, but only for three seconds because rich pushed you off and proceeded to teach us how to dougie. yes, i drove you home, and no, you werent a bother. HYDRATE!! TAKE A SHOWER AND A PAINKILLER!! EAT AN EGG!!! hope u feel less hangover-y soon
P.S. drunk you is SHIT at hangman. you started suggesting emojis
-michael
(found crushed in the passenger’s seat of Michael’s car written in barely legible scrawl)
hangman is hard but thats ok cuz youre gorgeeo beatu CUTE
-J J J J J J J J
(on Jeremy’s wall)
what a great morning to remember that youre wonderful
(on Jeremy’s bathroom mirror)
looking pretty handsome, if i do say so myself
(on Jeremy’s backpack)
this backpack is so lucky to be lugged around by a RAD DUDE LIKE YOU
(given to Michael, folded up as a crane)
Thank you.
-J
(folded up in Jeremy’s wallet. never posted anywhere)
I think
Please don’t be
It’s okay if you want to stop being fri
I’m in love with you
-J
(in a tin container along with a Magic The Gathering Card and a ticket stub to Weird Al. never posted anywhere. this post it has been here for a while.)
im falling in love with you.
-michael
(slipped into Michael’s locker)
Lunch? Just the two of us?
-J
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The way you said “I love you.“
Some fluffy, some angsty prompts
As a hello
With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
A scream
Over a cup of tea
Over a beer bottle
On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
As a thank you
As an apology
When baking chocolate chip cookies
Not said to me
With a shuddering gasp
When we lay together on the fresh spring grass
In a letter
A whisper in the ear
Loud, so everyone can hear
Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
When the broken grass litters the floor
From very far away
With no space left between us
As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
Over your shoulder
Muffled, from the other side of the door
Through a song
Without really meaning it
In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips
When I am dead
Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey
Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
In awe, the first time you realised it
In a way I can’t return
On a post-it note
Before we jump
As a goodbye
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Editing Tip!
Microsoft Onedrive’s Word has an Immersive Reader setting, where you can have your document narrated to you. It’s under the view menu.
Once you’re in it, a play button appears at the bottom and it will go over your story. Granted, it’s an awkward computer voice, but for everyone whose heard it’s best to read their writing out loud and felt too awkward to do it themselves: there you go.
I have an older version of Word, so I’m not sure if the most recent offline/desktop app supports this.
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The thing is, they’re both broken.
Here’s a 16k au where Jeremy and Michael have so many communication issues, several guilt complexes, and a lot of angst. Also: Jeremy’s a siren and Michael’s deaf. It’s complicated.
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millions of stories; chapter 5
jeremy heere/michael mell
it’s.. a lot. be sure to read the notes before and after the chapter please.
actor/author au
6356 words (told you it was a lot)
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millions of stories; chapter four
jeremy heere/michael mell
the boys run into each other..again. bickering ensues
actors/authors
2790 words
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Things I Try to Remember When I’m Nervous About Writing
1. Write what you want to read.
2. There is no problem with a story so great that it cannot be fixed in revision. Keep going.
3. If your story is as uncreative as you think it is, you wouldn’t want to write it so badly. You want to write it because there’s a unique spin on it you have never seen, and want to express. Many people may write similar stories, but it’s the details that make it personal. You may not know it now, but there is someone who is looking for exactly what you’re writing. If you don’t finish it, they’ll never see it.
4. You can write something amazing and still be met with silence. There are myriad reasons for this that have nothing to do with the quality of what you produce.
4.1 It’s okay to repeat post your work if no one has seen it.
4.2 It’s okay to post your work in multiple places.
5. You don’t have to agree with every criticism (but take it gracefully anyway).
6. Most writers are scared of the same things you are.
7. Don’t judge your works in progress against the archives of finished, polished stories other writers have put together. Archives are Internet portfolios and generally don’t show all the multitude of failures, incomplete, and draft-form works those writers are also struggling with. They aren’t perfect and you don’t have to be, either. Keep working and you will have a portfolio of your own.
8. Don’t be afraid to share your ideas with other writers. It’s not annoying as long as you’re not self-important about it. Be humble and gracious, and others will reciprocate.
8.1 You can’t write as well in a vacuum; the more people know that you are working on something, and what, the more support you will get for that work. Starting a dialogue before you post something will make it more likely people will read it when you do post it.
9. It’s okay to take breaks. If the ideas just aren’t coming, go do something else for a while.
10. Be kind to yourself. Don’t call yourself names. You are not stupid, or uncreative, or boring. You wouldn’t call other people those things, so don’t do it to yourself.
I don’t know if these are helpful to other people, but they are helpful to me, so just in case, here they are!
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hey i saw,,,,,,, u said u might take writing requests,,,,,,,,,,, n like,,,,,,,,,,, please write anything about jake dillinger from bmc,,,,,,,, please? ❤️❤️❤️ (just ignore this if ur creative juices don't come flowing lmao)
hey so uhhhhh this actually did not turn out at all how i wanted it do but uhhh??? i hope u enjoy it anyways!! it probably isn’t what u were looking for and it isn’t really the best thing ever but uhh!!! i hope u dig!!! also sorry for formatting im on mobile!!
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If Jake has had any groundbreaking revelations tonight, he’s sure the biggest one has to be that he fucking hates fruit punch soda.
Of course, he keeps going back for more whenever his cup is drained. Time and time again, his chair scrapes against the carpet in a way that’s way too loud for Wendy’s at two in the morning, and Jake is at least a little sure that the refill he goes up for this time is his eighth that night. He’s probably gonna have one hell of a piss the morning following.
Still, none of his drinks are because he likes it. Fruit Punch Fanta burns Jake’s throat in a way that makes Jake wonder if he’s actually allergic to it, and the way the machine is set up makes it so he gets way too much carbonation in his cup in comparison to flavoring. Fruit punch by itself is great, sure, but the flavor is muted and almost makes him want to gag whenever he takes a sip. Stifling such, however, is easy.
Jake Dillinger is a man of many talents. Pretending is one of them.
His fingers move over the screen of the soda dispenser in a way he’s now practiced nearly eight times over. It’s one of those new ones, the kind that has hundreds of flavors and different types of soda all compacted in one screen, one that he’d seen a documentary about before they’d become popular in New Jersey. At the time, he’d been wildly impressed by the prospect of so many sodas just at his fingertips, enough so to insist that his parents make a stop at the nearest possible Wendy’s so Jake could finally get a taste of soda machine manufactured grape soda.
Where he stands now, however, the multiple amounts of ‘easy access’ buttons just seem like a nuisance. He presses down on the dispenser until fruit punch soda pours out over the edges of his cup, spilling diluted carbonation onto the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Unfaltering, he grabs another top to his cup, not bothering with napkins in preference to returning back to a heavy seat at his own table.
There are two seats, but only one person to sit, and it makes Jake feel kind of like one of those sad elderly people who eat by themselves in public. One who is clearly far past their prime, lost in a metaphorical sea that Jake has yet to comprehend, but that comparison only makes Jake alarmingly aware of the fact that he’s never really had a prime. Sure, arguably, he’s of high status on the social ladder high school has built for him to uphold, he’s steadily pulling rung after rung after rung, leaving the ground behind in search of the beauty of the sky, but how far must he go before the rungs of the ladder run out? Before he’s grasping at air, closing his fingers around empty space? Before he falls?
Another drink of his fruit punch soda makes Jake think he’s already exceeded that point.
When he was younger, Jake remembers his mother affectionately referring to him as a little heartthrob. Someone who made women swoon, who could wink with either eye, who could look hot even when caught off guard. Thinking about it now, however, it just sickens him. Not the stigma around calling a child too young to understand relationships a heartthrob, because at some point or another, Jake had grown into the word.
He just wonders when, and how? When had dashing suits at an eighth grade semi-formal become jeans, half unbuckled and hanging off his waist while Chloe Valentine tried to dig into his pockets? How had chaste kisses after school become grinding against other girls in the nearest bathroom or closet?
And why the fuck had it happened to him?
Jake Dillinger is not a heartthrob, because heartthrobs didn’t go to Wendy’s in search of a comfort that people no longer seemed able to provide, especially not at two in the fucking morning. If he is, if the word ‘heartthrob’ has somehow survived every preconceived notion he’s ever upheld, every filthy kiss he’s ever had, every moment of pure and absolute self loathing, then Jake absolutely resents being one.
Heartthrob no longer means warm endearment from his mother. It now carries sexuality that Jake feels shame in, that he wants to writhe out of, like if he were slippery enough then all of those hands that had gone down his pants, all of those risque Instagram photos he’d posted to his wall would just vanish.
Except– and this irked him– if those were gone, what would be left?
If not a good fuck, what was Jake Dillinger? Captain of a million things that no one cared about, because his dick rang taller and truer than his reputation, because hot girls didn’t squeeze their boobs and smile at him because he got straight A’s, or because he genuinely made them laugh, and such comparisons should have been asinine, but if not the people he shared the school hallways with, then who? Who’s Jake Dillinger to trust when the entire world just wants to bat their eyelashes at him?
His fingers curl into the cup, which is worn from being drained and refilled so many times. He doesn’t stop until carbonated fruit punch pours on over the edge of his hand, spilling onto a half empty carton of fries that Jake hasn’t touched for at least the past half hour, and he’s not afraid because the stain that this mess is bound to leave on the sleeves of his jacket is a secret kept between himself and the employees of this godforsaken Wendy’s.
There are times, many like these, where Jake already feels completely invisible to the world, and yet all he wants to do is vanish. Tuck himself away in a neat little box and never be found, because clearly he’s already easy enough to forget about. He just wishes he were easier to ignore.
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hey i saw,,,,,,, u said u might take writing requests,,,,,,,,,,, n like,,,,,,,,,,, please write anything about jake dillinger from bmc,,,,,,,, please? ❤️❤️❤️ (just ignore this if ur creative juices don't come flowing lmao)
hey so uhhhhh this actually did not turn out at all how i wanted it do but uhhh??? i hope u enjoy it anyways!! it probably isn’t what u were looking for and it isn’t really the best thing ever but uhh!!! i hope u dig!!! also sorry for formatting im on mobile!!
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If Jake has had any groundbreaking revelations tonight, he’s sure the biggest one has to be that he fucking hates fruit punch soda.
Of course, he keeps going back for more whenever his cup is drained. Time and time again, his chair scrapes against the carpet in a way that’s way too loud for Wendy’s at two in the morning, and Jake is at least a little sure that the refill he goes up for this time is his eighth that night. He’s probably gonna have one hell of a piss the morning following.
Still, none of his drinks are because he likes it. Fruit Punch Fanta burns Jake’s throat in a way that makes Jake wonder if he’s actually allergic to it, and the way the machine is set up makes it so he gets way too much carbonation in his cup in comparison to flavoring. Fruit punch by itself is great, sure, but the flavor is muted and almost makes him want to gag whenever he takes a sip. Stifling such, however, is easy.
Jake Dillinger is a man of many talents. Pretending is one of them.
His fingers move over the screen of the soda dispenser in a way he’s now practiced nearly eight times over. It’s one of those new ones, the kind that has hundreds of flavors and different types of soda all compacted in one screen, one that he’d seen a documentary about before they’d become popular in New Jersey. At the time, he’d been wildly impressed by the prospect of so many sodas just at his fingertips, enough so to insist that his parents make a stop at the nearest possible Wendy’s so Jake could finally get a taste of soda machine manufactured grape soda.
Where he stands now, however, the multiple amounts of ‘easy access’ buttons just seem like a nuisance. He presses down on the dispenser until fruit punch soda pours out over the edges of his cup, spilling diluted carbonation onto the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Unfaltering, he grabs another top to his cup, not bothering with napkins in preference to returning back to a heavy seat at his own table.
There are two seats, but only one person to sit, and it makes Jake feel kind of like one of those sad elderly people who eat by themselves in public. One who is clearly far past their prime, lost in a metaphorical sea that Jake has yet to comprehend, but that comparison only makes Jake alarmingly aware of the fact that he’s never really had a prime. Sure, arguably, he’s of high status on the social ladder high school has built for him to uphold, he’s steadily pulling rung after rung after rung, leaving the ground behind in search of the beauty of the sky, but how far must he go before the rungs of the ladder run out? Before he’s grasping at air, closing his fingers around empty space? Before he falls?
Another drink of his fruit punch soda makes Jake think he’s already exceeded that point.
When he was younger, Jake remembers his mother affectionately referring to him as a little heartthrob. Someone who made women swoon, who could wink with either eye, who could look hot even when caught off guard. Thinking about it now, however, it just sickens him. Not the stigma around calling a child too young to understand relationships a heartthrob, because at some point or another, Jake had grown into the word.
He just wonders when, and how? When had dashing suits at an eighth grade semi-formal become jeans, half unbuckled and hanging off his waist while Chloe Valentine tried to dig into his pockets? How had chaste kisses after school become grinding against other girls in the nearest bathroom or closet?
And why the fuck had it happened to him?
Jake Dillinger is not a heartthrob, because heartthrobs didn’t go to Wendy’s in search of a comfort that people no longer seemed able to provide, especially not at two in the fucking morning. If he is, if the word ‘heartthrob’ has somehow survived every preconceived notion he’s ever upheld, every filthy kiss he’s ever had, every moment of pure and absolute self loathing, then Jake absolutely resents being one.
Heartthrob no longer means warm endearment from his mother. It now carries sexuality that Jake feels shame in, that he wants to writhe out of, like if he were slippery enough then all of those hands that had gone down his pants, all of those risque Instagram photos he’d posted to his wall would just vanish.
Except– and this irked him– if those were gone, what would be left?
If not a good fuck, what was Jake Dillinger? Captain of a million things that no one cared about, because his dick rang taller and truer than his reputation, because hot girls didn’t squeeze their boobs and smile at him because he got straight A’s, or because he genuinely made them laugh, and such comparisons should have been asinine, but if not the people he shared the school hallways with, then who? Who’s Jake Dillinger to trust when the entire world just wants to bat their eyelashes at him?
His fingers curl into the cup, which is worn from being drained and refilled so many times. He doesn’t stop until carbonated fruit punch pours on over the edge of his hand, spilling onto a half empty carton of fries that Jake hasn’t touched for at least the past half hour, and he’s not afraid because the stain that this mess is bound to leave on the sleeves of his jacket is a secret kept between himself and the employees of this godforsaken Wendy’s.
There are times, many like these, where Jake already feels completely invisible to the world, and yet all he wants to do is vanish. Tuck himself away in a neat little box and never be found, because clearly he’s already easy enough to forget about. He just wishes he were easier to ignore.
#my writing#drabble#bmc drabbles#im sorry this sucks#like it really sucks#i just wanted to crank smth out so i'm not completely out of practice#pls never use this to measure my overall skill
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