#a. writes

[anon-auroch]

And what if I said I was finally writing again after months and it was Hawkahy hurt/comfort, what then

Hawkeye comes to Francis on days when the war in his head drums harder than shells on Korean soil. He doesn’t knock, but Francis recognizes him minutes before the door eases open; of the precious few who pass across his threshold, Hawkeye is the only one who truly haunts it, pacing in front of the flowerbeds as though their brittle and crumbling stalks hold the answer to whatever problem he’s chewing on. Francis has made a point to learn the rhythm of his loping gait, to memorize the sound of Hawkeye’s discontent. Their dance has long since passed into familiarity: the door opens, Hawkeye mumbles a greeting to the floor, and Francis sits quietly on the edge of his cot while his friend decides how many jokes he wants to make before his head bows in defeat.  Today, he barely stumbles through one. The words stick to his teeth and he’s angry about it, grinding his jaw as he balls his fists on his knees and grits out, “I’m not feelin’ so good, Father.” “I can see that, my—” Son still hovers on the tip of his tongue, light as a hummingbird and twice as difficult to catch. Francis swallows it down anyhow. “I can see that,” he repeats, softer. Silently, he prays for peace. “What seems to be the matter?” “Can’t sleep.” Hawkeye glances up at him and away just as quickly, but he’s not so fast that Francis can’t clock his reddened eyes and torn lips. He’s far away today. Has been for a while—even in the O.R. hours ago, his humor held a keener edge than his blade. When he smooths his hands over his thighs, it does little to hide the fact he’s trembling.  Francis wonders how long it’s been since Hawkeye grabbed more than a few minutes at once. Even he’s been exhausted by the recent rash of casualties, and a soul is far less delicate than a body that’s more shrapnel than skin.

[ross-hollander]

I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[elexuscal]

"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.

six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.

point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but it won't build you the the muscles.

[faaun]

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

[melodicwriter]

[captainkingsley]

baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

[the-real-nikki19]

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

[mouthtapedguy]

lions are very mean and like jellyfish

[frodothefair]

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[drumlincountry]

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[16tinyfrogs]

on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening