#i wanna fucking publish this but i was annoyed with how it was working and just for funsies rewrote some scenes from george pov and

[cloudywriting05]

one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.” 

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal. 

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed. 

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him. 

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?” 

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself. 

“So why did you do it?” 

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge. 

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him. 

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.” 

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking. 

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.” 

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?” 

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.” 

“Perfect.” 

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after. 

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled. 

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.” 

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.” 

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do. 

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.” 

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you. 

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support. 

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?” 

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin. 

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation. 

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above. 

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair. 

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.” 

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain. 

“You wanna feel me?” 

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy. 

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit. 

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

—

pt2 published…. read here.

[girlreblogger]

also to add to my previous post, when i say blk yn go through crazy situations im exaggerating but i mean (“cause me personally!!!!!!!!!!!”) allowing the character to be treated in certain manner and be put in “awkward” positions. i also want to say that the “situations” seem unfulfilling like i wanted to say in the first place.

because of the unsavory situations she is put in she legit has to have characteristics that are straight up unnecessary if the wellbeing of her character was prevalent. and i have to say that because of blk yn stories that it applies to. (and no ian talking abt how ppl be complaining abt yn being “ghetto” 😒)

drama, comfort, or for fun, is cool and dandy but it’s the same type of thing and i’m not tryna come for the plug stories like don’t nbgaf like omg i’m so tired of hearing bout them freaking stories.

to the ppl who still decide to ignore how damaging fr CERTAIN! blk yn fics y’all remind me of the ppl who support tyler perry movies simply because it’s for entertainment and “he’s telling a story” (that not everyone has)

yep. those things are true but an impact worse than good is being produced. like bffr.

and i feel conflicted by even saying that because some ppl obviously genuinely relate or find comfort in those stories but at what cost. like is comfort worth change and progression?

me rn:

some ppl just really don’t gaf and don’t care to want better. please don’t let the ppl who don’t gaf sway you. for the ppl who do, reblog nice fics or write. blow them up so other blk girls can find them. we deserve it.

there are so many blk fics where yn is not going through those things and if there is “drama” is solved or there’s a healthy resolve. (there’s so many blk writers who need to be publishing books fuck tumblr or ao3 and tryna get reblogs. with all that talent girl MAKE SOME MONEYYYY! YALL STUFF BE GOOD.)

i’m dead serious. why haven’t you thought abt it.

but yeah. it is what it is we have to put more work in to change as people in general. but i really just want my ppl to grow. ppl find comfort in fics for a reason. i really think a good balance of what everyone is looking for and needs should be found. i know ppl gonna feel like ppl telling them what to do but they prolly the ones who don’t want the change for wtv.. reason… ahem..

ppl feeling hit by what i said:

there’s obviously a problem and as a ppl! why can’t we just fix it. like at least try.

side note:

there’s so many ways to get drama. also the smut after arguing piss me off this is off topic cause it applies to a lot of ppl who make fics but like damn. y’all ain’t gon talk it out. and it be the most weird arguments and stuff and you wanna squeeze lemons after that???

idk that annoys me like everyyyy time? and i think smut after arguments can be well written but ….

anyways the blk ff community to damn big for us to be sitting here starving acting like we don’t have food in the refrigerator to make something.

get it together yall. youn want what’s in the refrigerator go get your keys and buy something.

i’m tired of this shit that’s why so many blk writers stop writing or ppl stop reading because it’s too much going on all for some damn fake characters we wanna imagine ourselves with.

and i know for some ppl it’s abt the followers and all that which i mean to each is own i mean

sigh i was tryna be proper and cordial but i really want better for us but it’s so many ppl who go too far or do too little. and some are so sheep that they go with someone else’s opinion too. you know you tired of all the toxic fics say sumn. you know you tired of ppl constantly bringing up yn being ghetto for no reason (that shit piss me off so bad i can’t. they be so close but so farr) say sumn.

me after thinking someone finna bring up how unnecessary struggle love/toxic/extra smutty blk fics are but they end up just complaining abt yn using aave:

anyways i’m ranting. i wanted to say what i felt.

muah

[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Attitude Adjustment

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Summary: You’re having a rough day and take it out on Felix. He gives you a much needed attitude adjustment.

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT, MDNI, 18+, Petnames (Baby, Princess, etc…), Honorifics (Daddy), Oral (F receiving), Dirty Talk

Word Count: <2K

A/N: Hi loves! I’m a Felix girl at heart. What can I say? He’s who I think about so he’s who i write about lol. I also forgot i wrote this 💀 ENJOY!

XO,Bibi 🩷

P.S.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

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Your mom had called and pissed you off. You should’ve known seeing her name on the screen before 10am was going to lead to some bull shit. She was in a bad mood and couldn’t have one alone. You swear she called you just to ruin your morning. After the longest five minutes of your life you manage to get off the phone with her. Felix was at dance practice for at least another hour, so you had time to cool off before he got home. At least that’s what you thought. You had just gotten comfortable on the couch with your favorite movie playing when you hear his key in the door. You sigh heavily, it’s not that you don’t wanna see him, of course you do. But you’re still in a mood from your conversation with your mom. Felix bounces into the living room, where you’re sitting.

It takes him all of a millisecond to pounce on you. He’s missed his girl, you were sleeping when he left so he didn’t get a kiss. Felix begins placing kisses all over your face to make up for lost time. Unbeknownst to him you are increasingly getting annoyed. “Lix, baby get up please” you try to shuffle from underneath him, but he’s not having. “Wait, I missed you. Let me get some affection.” You understand where he’s coming from but you simply aren’t in the mood. “Felix, come on. Get up. “ you try again, but he ignores you and nuzzles his face in your neck. At this point you’ve had enough. You shove him, not too harsh but enough to get him moving off you. You sit up and glare at him. “Yongbok, fuck. off.” in retrospect probably not the best choice of words and actions. Felix looks pissed, not only do you two never speak to each other in that way, you didn’t call him Yongbok ever. It was just something you never did, he never called you, Y/N. You both preferred to use terms of endearment with the other.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Felix asks perplexed. “Nothing, I don’t wanna talk about it. Leave me alone, please.”You turn your head away from him, hoping to avoid more conversation. You know your words from earlier struck a nerve, so you try to soften the blow of what’s coming next. Felix grabs your chin and pulls you close to him, you’re so close that the tips of your noses are touching. “No. That’s now how we handle things and you know it. Plus your little outburst needs to be dealt with.” Felix may have be sweet and bubbly and almost submissive everywhere else, but with you he was always in charge. From the day he met you he said that you were like a wild stallion. You think you know what’s best and won’t hear it from anyone unless they made you. And boy did Felix have a way of making you listen. You bashfully look at him, “Okay.” He kisses you harshly, before releasing your chin. Felix pulls you to straddle his lap and looks you in the eye. “First we will talk about what’s bothering you, and then we will handle that bratty little attitude, yes?” he says to you. Although it’s formulated like a question, you know it’s not. “Yes, Sir” you say before you begin recanting your conversation with your mother.

“I was hoping I would have more time to cool off before you came home, but i hadn’t looked at the time.” Felix nods his head in understanding. “Well…I understand where you’re coming from. I know how much she frustrates you sometimes. Im sorry that your cool down time was cut off. That being said, you lashing out like that. Not okay." Felix sees the fire ignite in your eyes before you even say a word. He saves you from yourself by smashing his lips to yours. At first you’re taken by surprise, then your tongue starts fighting Felix’s for dominance. Felix stands and lays you on the couch on your back. He stands and looks at you. You’re not wearing anything but his old t shirt. He can just barely say your pretty little pussy peaking out the bottom. He climbs on top of you and starts kissing down your neck.

You’re a soaking wet, moaning mess. “Please Daddy.” You beg. You don’t know what you’re asking for but apparently Felix knows what you need. He slides the shirt up to take it off, leaving you exposed to him. He takes a taunt nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it. He takes one of his hands and starts toying with your clit, before giving your other breast the same attention. He then begins to kiss down your abdomen, before his mouth joins his hand on your pussy. He takes your clit in his mouth sucking harshly. “Oh Baby. You’re so wet and you taste so good for me.” You moan as you feel his fingers breech your hole. Felix is magic with his tongue on your clit. You can feel your orgasm building. “Daddy, Can I Cum” He say breathily as your body begins to quake. Felix stops abruptly, “No.” Your head shoots up in shock, “What!”. “You heard me. No. bratty girls don’t get to come.” He tells you before starting to finger you again. This goes on for thirty more minutes. Felix bringing you right to the brink of an orgasm before stopping. You have tears of frustration rolling down your cheeks as you cry out. “Please! I’m sorry Daddy. Please let me come.” “There it is. I was just waiting for you to remember your manners.” Felix tells you before resuming his suckling on your clit. His fingers diligently work in and out of you. You feel an orgasm building, “Daddy, Can I Come? ” you ask him sweetly. “Yes Princess, let go for me.”

You come all over Felix’s hand. He moves to kiss you on your forehead. “Good job. You did such a good job for me, Pretty Girl” He gets up to grab something to clean you both off with, but before he can you reach out to him. “I'm sorry. It's not your fault. My anger was misdirected. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It was uncalled for." a tear falls from your eyes as you sniffle. Felix is quick to wipe the tear. “I accept your apology Baby.” He kisses your mouth gently before heading to the bathroom to grab a towel.

[natreads]

Ramblings about uni and the future

I'm trying to make a difficult decision. Since I've spent the last five years trying to break into the publishing industry and mostly failing (I'm freelance but can't get a full time job), I've been thinking very seriously about going back to uni to become a librarian instead. It's not really a career I've ever thought of, or wanted, but the same can be said for publishing. I decided I wanted to go that route when I already had a my bachelors degree. It felt like the "right" path, but I wasn't aware of how difficult it would be. The industry is so closed off, and I'm not very good at putting myself out there, so I've been struggling a lot. Not to mention people keep getting fired left and right so even if I do get in who knows how long that will last. I guess part of deciding to study something else, despite already having a masters degree and over six years of uni studies behind me, is that I feel like I need to essentially give up this dream, which would make the past five years feel like a waste even though I don't necessarily think they are. But I will have to give up the identity I have built around the industry. But I also feel like going another route won't mean I can't one day make it there too. But I also don't want to get another degree just to still be focusing on an industry that's this unattainable. I will have to focus on making it as a librarian instead and the idea of having to properly give up publishing makes me so sad, but I also know it will bring me relief once I actually do it. I need to study something where I will actually find work.

Another issue is that I really really REALLY don't want to study for another three years lmao. I talked to some people and there's a possibility that I COULD skip one semester due to previous studies, but I feel like it will be complicated and also not necessarily set in stone to manipulate the degree like that. I also got the tip to go take a masters instead which is two years, but here are the pros and cons to all of this:

Three year undergrad:

The school I did my BA at, so it's familiar

Since it's undergrad I'm not worried I will fail

Close to home (even if I move)

Unfortunately it's three years

It feels "silly" to get another BA when I could get an MA immediately instead

Two year masters program:

It's only two years

It will probably be hard

Could be done online, but I don't know if I have it in me to sit at home for two years again

It's in another city, but only takes an hour by train to get there

Unfortunately the train (pendeln) SUCKS and is super unreliable

And I would have to pay a bunch each time

But I like the idea of experiencing something new, since I both like the city (it's a college town) and don't think one hour is that bad

Another problem is that we'll be doing lots of group work so I might have to be there a lot which will be annoying

If I knew just HOW often I'd have to go I feel like it would be easier

I'm gonna be moving soonish to an apartment in the city here in Stockholm so I don't wanna move to Uppsala and do student housing, but my lease will only be one year so maybe I COULD during second year. I've never expeirenced student life like that before

Do I really wanna write another fucking masters thesis omg

I like the sound of two master degrees tho lmao

One semester will be dedicated to writing my thesis so I will mostly only have to commute for 1.5 years I guess, which makes the student housing in year two maybe unnessecary? But my lease will be up anyway soooo. In an ideal world I would be doing student housing my first year and then move into the other apartment after, but I can't do that and I don't wanna give up on a great opportunity

We'll be visiting libraries and whatnot and if it's in Uppsala (I kinda assume it is) I will have to figure out the public transit looool

Essentially, I think the undergrad one is safe but longer, while the MA is shorter but scarier. If I do the MA online I will be more comfortable, but also probably lowkey go crazy. Maybe if I knew if and how much I would be working at the bookstore after the summer I would pick the online version, since work would get me out of the house, but none of us know how needed I will be.

I know I need to change lanes, since I'm getting older and I need stability. Working in a library is the next best thing I can see myself doing after publishing (I kinda wanted to do marketing but I've realized it unfortunately goes against a lot of my morals and libraries are ethically the one and only place I stand 100% behind).

Idk if anyone has any insight or advice please lmk I'm so torn

[chaos0pikachu]

Hi Pika, I don't know if you've been following gmmtv's take over of wabi sabi, I just want to ask you: given that so many companies are part of TBLC which is like a Thai BL content association, do you have any idea why gmmtv isn't a part of it? BOC, DMD, Star Hunter, Copy A Bangkok, Channel 3 are all part of it, I'm just wondering why gmmtv isn't even thought it's the biggest bl company? Wabi Sabi was/is a part of it. (idk exactly)

I can't emphasize enough that I am NOT an expert on this snaps lmao so anything I say that isn't like a direct link to an article or further reading source is speculation on my part. You're a sweetheart Anon but I just wanna let you know that like if you wanna know about the American publishing or entertainment industry but I don't wanna present myself as like ~an expert~ when my ass ain't ya know?

So my short answer is fuck if I know lol I hadn't even heard of the TBLC till this ask

For folks interested in it, here's the livestream they hosted for it (it's 45ish minutes) and it doesn't have subs though. But it seems to be connected to Thailand's soft power committee, here's an article on that:

Prime Minister Srettha Thavisin, who chairs the committee, tasked deputy chairwoman Paetongtarn Shinawatra with leading two national initiatives: One Family One Soft Power (OFOS) and the Thailand Creative Content Agency (THACCA). The goal of the initiatives is skills training to create 20 million jobs that will generate annual income of 4 trillion baht. OFOS and THACCA will be implemented in three phases: First, to boost human resources, 20 million children, adults, and seniors in under village and community funds will get free training in fields such as food, Muay Thai, arts, performance, singing, design, fashion, e-sports, and more, free of charge.

For folks who may not know, soft power is a term coined by political scientist Joseph S. Nye Jr. in his article Soft Power published by Foreign Policy magazine.

"In the 1980s, political scientist Joseph Nye Jr. coined the term soft power, defining it as a country’s ability to influence others without resorting to coercive pressure. In practice, that process entails countries projecting their values, ideals, and culture across borders to foster goodwill and strengthen partnerships." (source)

Soft power is a form of governmental influence internationally, and works conjunction with "hard power".

Examples of "soft power" are the American space program, athletes performing at the Olympics, and on the media side, military propaganda films like Captain Marvel, (yes I consider Captain Marvel a military propaganda film the film opens with a freaking air force ad lmao).

You see other countries using similar tactics as well, for every Top Gun there's China's Wolf Warrior 2 or Hidden Blade. For South Korea, BTS and k-pop is most definitely used as a source of soft power. This is just something governments do.

Okay so like, gmmtv and BL we've been hearing for a minute now that BL and GL are part of the Thai governments plans for soft power.

Mile and Apo have spoken about this specifically when promoting Man Suang and here's a recent video of them working in conjunction with the government on Shine:

(source)

Even Mew's talked about Thailand's soft power in interviews before (context, Mew was the first Thai musician to break into the American Billboard charts):

(source)

It's not just BL either, Idol Factory's Freen and Becky of The Gap fame got in on this too:

So like, it sounds like this meeting/committee in general is just an extension of the Thai governments plans for expanding their soft power which includes how to better support this now highly in demand industry (BL/GL shows) b/c the government sees its international value.

I can only assume that like, gmmtv feels it doesn't need~ government support as a production company? They're the biggest BL studio in the game and have an annoying stranglehold on territories like America and Latin America already. It doesn't really matter what the quality of the shows even are, gmmtv have that sweet parasocial grip on audiences.

[my forever frustrations with gmmtv and how they sell idols and parasocial relationships not BL/GL shows is a totally different post so lemme stop]

Other companies don't really have that same hold on international audiences. At least not consistently? And the biggest concern is funding.

I think anyone with eyeballs can see Kinnporsche is the best well produced BL that's come out of Thailand (argue with the wall) in terms of overall technical quality. But that level of quality is expensive, the CGI in The Sign is freaking expensive, The Next Prince's pilot is so obviously pricey as all fuck you can tell the studio is banking on it selling.

Which is why studios like Idol Factory, Domandi or BOC only come out with a one or two shows a year in comparison to gmmtv's like 16. They need funding, not just for filming the show but also marketing. Filmmaking is hella expensive.

[I'm not talking about whether y'all liked this show or that show, I'm talking about technical quality, shows like Kinnporsche, The Sign, Pit Babe are all better on a technical level than stuff like 1000 Stars, Only Friends or Cooking Crush.]

Why didn't gmmtv attend the event or participate, baby I legit do not know. I can't answer that with any sort of certainty only their execs could answer that, I can only guess.

And my best guess is b/c the company feels confident they're fine on their own. They don't need funding assistance, nor assistance reaching an international market (tho maybe some assistance in getting their contracts straight hope Ossan's Love doesn't face the same distribution issues as Cherry Magic lmao).

For more information on the event itself I really liked this post on reddit that I felt broke everything down very well.

Anyway sorry this got so long Anon but I hope it at least provided some interesting information!

[sabrinasfadingmoon]

I recently got back to my original book and have passed 100k words (currently at 112k). I’m very happy with myself. I was stuck at 90k words for so long I honestly was feeling really down about it. I know people really only care about my fanfic, and are probably annoyed I haven’t updated things but between working and hyperfixations im so happy that I finally found the motivation to write my book.

Like this is a love letter to witches and supernatural shit that I’ve been trying to write for what almost is three fucking years. Which is— insane, I was stuck on 90k words for most of the last year. But I did it! I’m writing chapter ten now and so thrilled I’m reaching/nearing everything I’ve wanted for this project.

It’s hard though, because I can’t get anyone I trust to read it. Which makes me feel like it isn’t good and I’m partly wasting time on a project nobody would love half as much as I do. I think I’m holding it to close to my heart in fear someone will crush me/steal it all away from me.

Also yes, I am kind of ranting. But I just wanted to share about my original book since it’s been awhile since I talked about it on here. I honestly recently thought about maybe sharing the first chapter on ao3 to get some criticism/opinions but I don’t know how that would work… or if I’d be able to get a publisher years after (I wanna try and find one whenever that day comes but if not I’ll self publish so you besties better be ready in three years or whatever. Idk how long it’ll take)

Fanfic to published author pipeline I am coming for you

[buthowboutno]

buthowboutno's Unsolicited Writing Advice

Howdy fam!!

This is a post that i’ve been wanting to make for a while so!!! Finally fucking sat down and did it lmao

Considering we’re past the halfway point of ATWLP and over 125k words written for the universe, I thought I would share some writing advice and tidbits I’ve picked up along the way!! (especially for you baby writers out there) (we’re ignoring the fact that I only broke my five year writing hiatus like seven months ago)

ANYWAYS, ramble under the cut <3

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Don’t force yourself to write linearly

If you’re dragging your feet along writing sections just to get to a certain scene in your head and losing motivation, just… write the scene you wanna write. This might be specific adhd oriented advice, but you gotta use your juices when you have them. 

I’ve recently posted a chapter that I wrote all the way back in November. Did I have to edit some parts in light of changes I made to the outline and the way my blorbos have developed? Yes, but that’s way easier than starting it from scratch and losing all of my ideas when the scene was first bouncing around my head.

Outline outline outline… but don’t be a slave to it

Sometimes all I can manage the energy for is a long series of bullet points outlining a chapter, but it makes it SO much easier to sit down and type everything out properly later.

I also find that having a main outline for my entire story helps me from falling into plotlines that I don't know how to get out of or losing motivation for a fic because I haven't figured out the end goal for my characters. It's easy to sit down and work on a chapter because, for the most part, I already know how it's going to end up.

Having said that, sometimes your characters are stinkasses and decide to completely break away from what you had planned, and that’s okay! Understanding how you can and cannot shove your blorbos around for the sake of plot is a part of learning how to be a better writer.

Don’t delete your writing!

Chances are if you hate a section, it’ll read a million times better after you set it down for a few hours. Us writers can be so incredibly critical of ourselves, but resist the urge to select all and backspace!!! If anything, leaving a section you hate allows you to come back and edit it into something way better instead of starting from scratch again.

If you have to delete a section that just doesn’t fit in the story anymore, still save it!! I have a bits and pieces doc that houses all my deleted scenes that have been revived in later chapters. You never know how deleted scenes might help you pad out future parts of your story.

If you’re a literature snob (like me) and want to just flat out improve your craft… you gotta do your homework

You will always become a better writer the more you write and for those just looking to get out some emotions or have fun, that is perfectly fine! Ignore me! You’re already doing fantastic, look at you go!

But if you’re the type of person to read a fic and be like… “wow, that was better quality than most published books. how do i get to that level??” this is for you

When you’re reading, regardless of what it is, make a mental (or physical!) note of the things you like and dislike.

 Ex: How does the author portray a certain emotion? How do they lay out the scene? What different aspects of characterization stick out to you? What’s the word choice like?

Never gonna bash on anyone who just wants to read for enjoyment, but when you start to exercise that muscle I /promise/ you that your writing will improve that much faster. (It really is annoying how the fucking rhetorical analysis skills they teach you in highschool help, but they do.)

Ages ago I went to this conference for young writers and in one of the seminars I went to, this pair of authors talked about this spreadsheet they set up to better lay out the aspects of writing they really loved or wanted to avoid in their genre. I think this is vv important when you’re planning out longer pieces of writing; you don’t want to get stuck in a trope you hate!

Watch critiques of books!

Booktube is super fucking great for this. I’m personally a video essay bitch, so I’ll sit and watch a three hour long video of someone dissecting a novel and giving a review. That shit will help you with everything from learning how to construct longer and cohesive plots to avoiding certain pitfalls that may turn an audience away from your work. 

Rachel Oates is one of my forever faves and Alizee is a youtuber that I’ve just recently stumbled upon but love all the same.

 I WILL SING THE PRAISES OF OVERLYSARCASTICPRODUCTIONS ALL DAY EVERY DAY.

They have really excellent videos that go into the different tropes and all the ways they can present in stories, whether it be good or bad. This helps you get familiar with the building blocks of a narrative and decide things like wanting to subvert a trope, build upon the popular ones, or even reject them all together. Fic is basically built on fandom-wide tropes, so I think it’s good to be familiar with them.

Just like artists, we gotta do our studies, too

Back when I was a infant writer (i.e. in eighth grade) me and my friends would find different writing prompts on pinterest and spend a few hours working on them before sharing what we wrote. Even if it's not for a larger work, it is /really/ good practice to describe scenery in a picture or come up with a character on the fly and explore how they interact in a situation.

It’s is the literary equivalent of drawing a hand instead of putting it in a pocket so you didn’t have to deal with it

Write messy! Write fast! Write garbage that you’re going to delete in five minutes! You’ll be surprised about the gems that come out of doing this. Literally some of my favourite lines have come out of a frenzied 10 minute keyboard mashing session.

Don’t be afraid of critique but know the difference between that and simply being hard on yourself.

 I think this is probably the biggest thing I’ve struggled with as I’ve gotten back into writing. Before I started posting, I had about five chapters saved up ‘cause I was agonising over making everything perfect. Do I see, six months later, things I know I could have done better? Yes, but! I wouldn’t have been able to grow or develop as an author if I didn’t take that first step of posting and moving on to other parts of the story.

There is a time and place for critiquing and editing your own work and seeing where you can improve, but you also gotta meet yourself where you’re at. We’re not going to be Shakespeare overnight. Getting better is a process, baby! Embrace the fact that if you’re embarrassed about your work years or even months down the line, that means you’re growing as a writer.

And remember stinkies, any creation is good creation. Don’t go comparing hits or kudos or likes and being down on yourself, the act of creation is an important part of the human experience!!! Even if the only thing you ever put out is a 100 word drabble about lightning mcqueen making love to bowser, i’ll be proud of you. 

Happy writing and get yourself some water <3<3

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Story Time: Server Shit

One of my greatest moments as a server (RIP non-gimpy left hip) was that in my first couple of weeks, the kitchen got one of my orders wrong, and went I went back to tell them, one of the guys went, "Yeah, yeah," in a really dismissive way.

And I said something along the lines of, "Look, fuck ups happen, but I do actually need a replacement."

And he said, "Yeah, I get it. No need to be a cunt."

And I watched the utter HORROR go over his face when he realized what he'd said.

"Just get me my fucking food," I told him and went back to do whatever I had to do next.

Next time I came to the kitchen, he came from behind the serving window (a clear sign of distress) and right up to me, apologetic as FUCK. "Oh, god, Gayle, I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone I said that. Please don't."

I was honestly confused because at that point I'd done a LOT of customer service sort of work, so I knew annoyed versus actually asshole when I heard it, and I was never called a 'cunt' so much that it became THE bad word use against me ("Cunt" by Inga Musico had also been published at a very perfect time in my life that I'd re-read it several times by then and internalized that I would not find it a terrible word, but dude didn't know that). But also, I'd matched him for attitude and thought it was very clear I wasn't actually bothered by what he'd said.

"Dude, it's fine," I said because it was.

"Okay, but really, please don't tell. I've got two strikes here for using that word before, and I do not want to be fired."

Ooooooooooooooh.

I see.

"Well, guess what word you never get to use again? I ever hear you use it again, I will absolutely get you fired."

He eyed me. I stared him down. "Okay, yeah. Cool. Thanks." he said.

A week or so later, he was worked up over something again, and I was nearby, and when I asked for something extra, he said, "Hey--" And stopped HARD.

"Hey, bud, you okay?" I asked. "You upset? Got a little sand in your vagina?"

The kitchen crew fucking lost it. Cuntboy glared at me for a moment. "Fuck. You." he said while getting me whatever extra I needed.

"Fuck you, too, sweetheart!" I replied, which set off the cook line again.

If there was ever a crunch or a fuckup, Cuntboy had my back. We were an excellent team.

About two months into the job, I was asked to work with a new server. It was her first night on her own, and she was very nervous. It was BUSY. Kitchen crew was absolutely WIRED with trying not to murder all the customers. New server comes up to me terrified because she realized she'd punched in an order wrong. She knew she had to tell the kitchen, but she wasn't sure how.

"Come on," I said. "I'll do it for you."

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"Nah, don't worry. I've got it."

We went into the kitchen. I told the crew about the mistake. Straight to the point, no apology. Just gave 'em the facts and what needed fixed.

Cuntboy slammed down his spatula and goes, "GODDAMNIT WHAT THE FUCK," while glaring at the new server.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"What?" She said.

"Trust me," I said.

She looked at Cuntboy. "Do you...have sand in your vagina?"

Kitchen crew LOST it. Cuntboy cursed me out (not using the word 'cunt', I want noted), and I HOWLED with laughter.

"You gonna teach ALL OF THEM THAT?!" Cuntboy yelled at me.

"Oh, I fucking plan to."

Not a week later, the server Cuntboy was dating came into the kitchen when she was off shift to complain to kitchen crew what a bad boyfriend he was. I was doing some sort of side duty so I was stuck listening to her. I got annoyed fast. There was no fucking point in talking shit on this guy to his fellow cooks. They 1) won't care and 2) don't wanna hear you talk shit about their friend.

And her complaints were just like...look, if you've dated a line cook, you know, okay? Nothing she complained about was surprising and it was, in fact, surprising how much she complained and JUSTIFIED complaining.

I'll call a snob a snob: Before she'd ended up in the medium-sized town at a family Tex-Mex place that had a kids' eat free night, she'd worked in LA at a very fancy bistro that did $1000 in lunch orders a day. No idea why she was where I was. She was absolutely a better server than me. But also, how good a server are you that you think talking shit to kitchen about kitchen is a good look?

After about five minutes of her STILL COMPLAINING, I snapped and flat-out told her, "Hey, you're off work and back here bitching about your boyfriend to his friends. This isn't a good look. Don't you have something fun to do? If you dislike him this much, fucking dump him and spare us all listening to your complaints. Some of us are working."

She was MAD. It was rare any of the other servers ever told her to cram it because of her standing in the hierarchy, and I'd certainly just turned my head and rolled my eyes before, but I was stuck there watching her do this, and it got me straight up the craw. So, I burned the bridge.

She stormed off.

After that, no matter what else was happening, kitchen crew had my BACK. Not just Cuntboy. The whole crew. No matter the shift. Word got around. At one point, as I was loading up food to take out, Miss Snob said, "Why does Gayle's food always come out so fast?" And Kitchen Lead said, "You know why."

That was a very good day.

[melanatedkink]

I Wanna Try...

This one is kinda slower. Not as rough and racy as my previous works (as I'm writing this I'm not sure what the warnings will be). I'm reacclimating myself to writing. I hope you enjoy my attempt.

Warnings: If you're a writer, this may call you out a bit, writer's block. writer's envy, fluff, syrupy romantic writing, intimacy in the bedroom, no sex though

Pairing: Kirishima x Y/N

You were so glad that your boyfriend had such an understanding spirit. It wasn't like it was hard for you to get by on your own. You knew that you were all over the place when it came to success. You basically had like three jobs, only one of them forced you from the comfort of your home to play server at a pretty nice resturant. The other was editing for an up and coming streamer who wanted to uplaod their longer videos to social media. The third was your baby, albeit a demon at this moment. Writing. You loved to write. Anything and everything that came to mind seemed to flow so easily to prose.

It was easy, but recently you were beginning to edit and share your stories to real editors. This was no longer a hobby. This wasn't slutting out your oc's without reprecussion. This was essentially as real as romance got. And somehow, your limited view on sex and overall intimacy was tested with every page you wrote. Again, you were an amazing writer when it came to story. Drama, action, and banter was easy. In fact, that skill lead you to the current story you were writing then.

But, like all good things, the end was here. The turn. The moment when silly banter was becoming something serious. History told you that this where you- your character gets abandoned. You were tempted to go that route, but you'd promised yourself you get out of the writing cycle of a lover scorned, and actually write a happy ending. A healthy budding relationship. But how could you manage that, when you were presently holding on to a honeymoon phase, desperate to keep it alive.

The door to the ensuite bathroom cracked open. You were sitting in the middle of the bed, so you were able to catch your freshly clean Eijirou heading to the drawer for something comfy to wear.

"So, how's it coming,"

You replied with an annoyed sigh.

He cleared his throat and tried again," Has she vowed revenge for her broken heart, yet?"

"Kirishima, I swear to God," You spat, rubbing your temples at his accuracy. It would take just a couple paragraphs to make that happen though... No! Happy ending damn it! Happy. Bloody. Ending.

"Alright alright, I kid I kid," he relented, as he laid on his side next to you," Where's the writer's block happening?"

You leaned back on your hands, scowling at your words as you recounted your story to him, subconsciously building up to the real reason why you were upset with your stuttering progress.

"...and somehow these idiots are supposed to fall in love and I don't know how to fucking write all sappy and syrupy!"

"Why can't you tell your editor that's just not your style?"

"That's the thing," you whined," I'm not being pressured to write this for the publishing house, I'm just trying to prove to myself that I'm not just some one trick pony,"

He arched a small red eyebrow at your confession.

"Annnd?" he drawled.

You sighed through your nose, breaking eye contact in favor of staring at the sleeping screen in front of you.

"I'm envious of those intimate, romantic writers. They make love seem so real and honest. And I... how do I write about something I'm terrified of?"

Eijirou hummed at your words, internally swooning at your vulnerability. You were absolutely adorable right now, and you had now idea. The way you fidget when you become serious, as if you were actively montioring every though your beautiful brain before relaying them to him in whispers. He reached over to your occupied lap, regaining your attention in a snap.

"May I?" he prefaced. And at the sigh of your consent, he acted, quite gracefully removing the laptop and sitting up to face you head on. He large elbows rested on his thighs, allowing his shoulders to sag. His wide chest set the pace for your breathing, as you counted the myriad of seams in his tank top. You knew he was getting an eye ful of you. He was no stranger to peeking when it was convenient. A convenience granted every time you graced him with your presence.

His inched his hands, linking from pinky up until he'd encased both your hands in his. The warmth forced a shiver through your body. Your gaze trailed up his shoulders, his collarbone, his scuplted neck, all the way up to his eyes. You swore you felt at twinge in you heart when you first saw it. Blood red irises as soft a s full moon and as familiar as apples gazed right back at you. They felt so comortable when they were looking at you. A priceless vacation, and all you had to accept was to dare to look back.

You couldn't tell when you ventured closer, all you remember is counting the freckles on his nose until you eyes eventually fluttered closed. He responded in kind, ghosting his lips over yours. Unbearable static teased the tiny space between. Your heart insisted on reminding you it was there in your chest, but you felt as if the real danger was loss of his heat. Your fears quelled when Kirishima squeezed your hands as his accepted and dished out kisses. You two were getting so lost in you missed a notification on your laptop. Unfortunately the noise didn't go un heard.

You woke up to a pretty pair of pink lips and dazed red eyes.

"Why did you stop?" you whispered.

He smirked, tickling your lower lip with his thumb," Just giving you a chance to finish your chapter," he teased.

You leaned back on your hands, opening your gorgoues body to his darkening eyes.

"I'd rather have you, right now,"

That poor laptop didn't see it coming, as he slammed it closed and lunged to press you flat on the mattress. At least it won't break when it inevitabe clatters to the floor tonight.

[sansxfuckyou]

boygirl help i have like three more chapters for that one fic you dont know the fandom of but i cant publish them on ao3 bc i wanna draw the characters so i wont have to describe them and art block has been kicking my ass

bestie I love that you come to me for help with this shit but I cannot and do not draw so fuck if I know how to beat art block, my friends say that drawing simple shit or just scribbling and turning it into something could help, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO DESCRIBING WITH WORDS OH FUCK YEAH I CAN HELP

a couple cheats for me at least when it comes to word descriptions are like so:

she wore a cotton shirt/leather jacket, FUCK IF I KNOW THE COLOR, THERES THE FABRIC < the fabric knowledge would give the readers a vague idea of what it looks like and how it works, it would put an image in their head and they would most likely have a default color and image of it so thats outta the way

he could easily slam dunk/you could bury her in a briefcase < tells you their height/vague body shape (only if you squint on that though) without actually telling you in explicit terms

she ran a hand through his hair, it was short and sun bleached, a contrast to her own lengthy, neon < tells the reader explicitly but is done in such a way it feels more interesting than it actually is, hair descriptions can drag on and get boring, so like, avoid it until you can pair it with an action

I suck ass at describing things like the way someone looks when it comes to writing, so I've tried to lessen the load on my own shoulders by using shitty little tricks; I know it's gets annoying when a descriptor constantly beats up an action, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to make it work. Good luck with your art block, blowing it up with my mind as we speak

[0oolookitsme]

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

21. Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

29. What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

36. What fic are you proudest of?

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?

Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

56. Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

72. What's your favorite writing compliment you've gotten?

73. What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

(Eeep… I’m so sorry if this is long and incredibly annoying. We could move it to chat if you don’t wanna answer. Sorry sorry sorry in advance.)

So sorry for answering so late! I literally just got the time to just sit down ahah. And do not apologize! I very much loved answering each one of these questions <33

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

If it's just concept for like a little blurb, then I write it as soon as the idea strikes. But if it's a BIG fic concept, then I daydream about it a LOT!

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

I keep them to myself!

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

I don't quite understand this one... I write every fic I ever think of? But if there's a fic that's like putting me in a slump again and again, then I'm gonna half-ass it and publish it, or just put in a folder that I made for fics like that :)

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

I start 2-3 at a time, so that I can switch every once in a while, and look at the main one with fresh eyes!

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

In order! If I jump around, I'm gonna fuck up everything hahah

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

I don't, actually. I mean, I don't start a fic with an outline, but I do make one when I've got like a good amount of material with me. Because I've found that outlining is actually the fastest way I kill my ideas and the ecstatic flow of writing and it kind of takes away the fun and makes writing feel, somehow, monotone? So yeah!

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I do, it's mostly instrumental. But I write the best when I'm writing without any music, or with some ambience!

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

Oh I love researching! Makes me learn and explore a lot, and it's fun! I can't disclose which fic required the most of it though ;)

21. Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

Usually one-shots but I love a good chaptered format when I know the au deserves it.

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

I usually do it before or after, never during! I either choose it based on the theme of the fic, or just some random word of the fic -- depending on how major the fic is.

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

Writing the beginning is the easiest, sometimes the end even. But writing the middle is the hardest; go argue with a wall

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Either when I'm writing some normal fluff, or when I'm writing a goodbye scene or like a scene where the characters are pained and vulnerable.

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

Definitely the type of angst that normal relationships have, you know? Like I don't shit about how mature couples fight and what they fight about, not do I know how they even sit down and have a conversation about it... so I can't write it either.

29. What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

Oh, I don't know! You'll have to ask someone else

30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

Mostly, I edit as I write, which I'm not very fond of. But sometimes, when I just want to crumple up my brain like a piece of paper and throw it away, I just wait until I finish the first draft.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Very much so! I prefer to read literary/general fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian and sometimes, classics. But you haven't yet seen me write any of that. And, I like my romance as a subplot... which also, you haven't yet seen from me!

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Hmm... they are mostly happy-ended or they just end up conversing about it (In the posts I've published!) I do use a lot of 'chuckled'!

56. Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

I'm actually planning on re-writing my old 'No-Verse' fics! (Am I in the middle of one? Maybe)

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

VERY. Hopefully you'll see one day <3

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

Yes! I wouldn't necessarily say fics, but the writers definitely did!

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

I haven't been reading a lot of ff lately, but these are some I managed to consume and left no crumbs :-

Prince!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable. - @novelistrry

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Every Rose has its Thorns | Petals and Prompts | Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss. - @jarofstyles

Out by the Docks | Underneath the Stars | ♡ A story of clandestine meetings, conspiracies, and stolen glances by the sea. (Princess!Y/n x Spy!Harry) - @fishnets-fingers

Dentist The Bad Boi | ♡ Harry’s a med-student and Y/N’s an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant – he mighty looses it. - @muffindaddystyles

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Reading definitely but there are months when I write more!

72. What's your favorite writing compliment you've gotten?

A bestie told me that I'm her role-model :)))

73. What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

The fluff ahah!

[daughter-of-sapph0]

yes, blindly trusting scientists is bad. you shouldn't just believe anything someone says without questioning it. the point of science is to question everything. and scientists are humans who make mistakes sometimes. that's why science is always changing. we're always learning more about how the universe works, and our old theories are replaced with new theories.

but blindly believing scientists is just as bad as blindly ignoring them. infact, blindly ignoring them can actually be worse, and even detrimental to you and everyone around you.

like, I absolutely hate this new trend of people (particularly the annoying cunts on twitter) going full "I refuse to accept science. all scientists are paid off by the government! nasa is lying to you! the earth is flat and bread is mind control!"

refusing to accept anything an expert says on a certain topic is actually more harmful than believing them without question.

let me give you an example. Bob is a scientist. specifically, he's a botanist. he has studied plants for over twenty years. he has multiple phds. he, along with his group of other botanist friends, perform a rigorous study on whether or not fire kills plants. it should be obvious that fire kills plants. but you can't be sure unless you test it. so Bob and his team set fire to 70 different kinds of plants. and all of them died. they come to the conclusion that fire might be significantly harmful to plants. right now, you have three options. believe them, disbelieve them, or do nothing. if you believe them, you will not burning your plants. if you do nothing, then (I hope) you will still not burn your plants. because no normal person burns their plants and expects them to survive. but if you blindly question every single scientist on every single subject and do the exact opposite of what they say, then you'd take a blowtorch to your fields except a bountiful harvest. and you'll look like a fucking idiot when you end up with thirty acres of ash and zero tomatoes.

I'm not saying to blindly believe scientists. that's absolutely not at all what I'm saying.

I'm saying that if you dedicate your entire life to being a contrarian who thinks you know more about a subject than the people who have studied it for decades, then you're gonna end up looking like an idiot.

if you wanna be an idiot, that's fine. just don't be upset when no one wants to take you seriously.

if you go up to gender studies scientists who have studied intersex people, gender dysphoria, queer history, and transgender hormonal replacement therapy for basically their entire lives, and you tell them "uh, stupid liberals, there's only two genders. penis and vagina! it's basic biology", you're gonna get laughed at.

if you go up to astrophysicists who have studied rocket science, gravity, the earth, space, and physics for basically their entire lives and yell at them saying "the earth is flat! nasa is lying to you! there's a giant ice wall where Antarctica should be!", you're going to have tomatos thrown at you.

if you go up to geologists who have studied carbon dating, fossils, continental drift, cave systems, and the earth's crust for basically their entire lives, and you say "uh, dinosaurs aren't real. God put them there to test your faith! the earth is only two thousand and twenty two years old, because that's when Jesus was born", you're gonna be hit in the head with a rock.

I guarantee that you do not know more than the people who have dedicated their entire lives to knowledge.

again, this isn't to say that you should blindly believe all scientists ever. some scientists only have their own interests in mind when publishing data. some scientists perform faulty experiments, and it's your responsibility to call them out on that. some scientists aren't even scientists, and are just scammers in a lab coat.

but if you are in a situation where the data and experiment and the team of scientists are supported by other evidence and peer reviewed and accepted by basically the entire rest of the world, it's much better to listen to them, rather than trying to "disprove" or "debunk" them with the same credibility as a flat earth youtube channel.

blindly disagreeing with science is bad.

refusing to accept new knowledge is bad.

refusing to change your mind ever is bad.

you go your entire life without trying to better yourself or grow or change, and all you do is get in arguments with everyone all the time, and you think you're the only person who's right about anything... and then you wonder why no one likes you, you have no friends, the only reason you have a bunch of stupid fans is because you're rich.

[fantasycorrupted]

while i still feel a bit meh, i was extremely happy to read the comments on my last post. i don’t wanna clog the replies on it but let me just say this, you guys give me more hope than you think. 💙 (read more for length bc i. just wanna say this before i fuck off. this will be it i promise :D)

with exam week and how i’ve been wanting to write but i’ve been trying to focus on my app i let my frustration take hold of me; i seem to have let it out a bit there. i’m glad you understand me, that made me relieved while i’m still annoyed.

that being said, this annoyance may just make me keep writing fantasy stuff until i die out of sheer spite. it’s huge fun though so i can be a child. i hate to say it, but we do only live once. might as well have fun while at it.

and then... this made me briefly think about my future as a writer. while i will probably make the switch a bit later in time, as i wanna focus on web design now and see how it fits with me and my life, i do feel like publishing at least one or two of my works. it may have to happen outside the country (and not only because of some fellow slavs shitting on fantasy books). or here, whatever works. idk, it’s been a dream of mine ever since i was a kid that i get a book published. my first ‘series’ was about a little black cat who could talk and do magic, back then i illustrated it and worked on the book covers (lol, no wonder i chose design now). maybe it will have to be published overseas. who knows. for now, not me.

anyway... i guess this is going to be my reminder to myself (and one to you too if you want) that all writing is valid. hell, if someone has to start dismantling ““non serious”” books and drag fantasy in the mud (and i have had people try to do it in my face, which is what i’m so sour about), they gotta cancel tolkien and all of terry pratchett and le guin. what will be there for kids to enjoy then? the hardship of adulthood i guess. how fun.

i will be back to rp soon, promise. i just don’t want to make writing feel like a chore cos i’m forcing it.

[randombubblegum]

I don’t have the receipts but someone who knows thinks that a lot of the negative asks to the other blog are dog girl and her friends trying to fuck with Awsten and manipulate how ppl are thinking about the new music. And those asks are written in a similar tone and writing pattern. Based on the likes in her private - starting to think it’s true.

aight ive had this expressed to me like a bunch of times now and while im not DISCOUNTING IT, i want to say that everything i say about awsten and parxs new music is 100% me and my own opinions lol. ill agree with an ask dunking on it when i think its bad and ill ignore/refute an ask dunking on it when i think it doesnt deserve it. so even if this IS true i promise im not being like, mind controlled to hate parx by a jealous ex of awstens LMAOOOO i just hate seeing how low a musician whose work and personality i once loved has fallen :( and i want to talk about it honestly and openly in my own space (my blog!!)

tho ill make occasional snarky comments about song girl, i think dog girl is cringe as all fuck!!! shes annoying and masquerades under her weird white feminism “woke” brand to escape accountability for being deeply unpleasant as a person. and if this is true i truly cannot fathom how much of a pitiful loser of a person youd need to be to be sending some tumblr blog barbed commentary about your ex WHO I DO NOT EVEN KNOW PERSONALLY almost 2 years after yall broke up. like holy shit girl you are 26 years old trying some psy-op against your ex on TUMBLR??? on tumblr. go outside, make a friend, get medicated ❤️

although i gotta say i am rly interested in your sources, receipts or no receipts if you wanna (on anon or not) come fill me in on why you think this i promise not to publish it or share it publicly!!!! like ive been told this so many times i rly would like to know why so many ppl believe it…. like what do yall know lol fill me in!!!!