#write 20 sentences

[waterdroid]

Tactical Breach Wizards is such a GOOD fucking game, man. I thought it was gonna be a fun tactic silly game where you throw people out of windows but then it turns out it has a really interesting political plot about overthrowing fascist theocracies and stopping fucked up magic corporate colonialism??? While keeping the comedic characters balanced with some really good and deep characterization?? And it also integrates the whole "turn-based tactical game where you can rewind time" in a very hard-hitting history moment in which reading the FUCKING GAME IU gave me CHILLS--

so yeah i liked it a normal amount. I recommend it even if you don't really like tactical games-- that's like, my least played type of game and I finished this game no problem!

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

was talking to @awildwickedslip about tender is the night and then still thinking about it later that same day wound up talking to @inwhatfreshhell about tender is the night and now... well now... i'm rereading tender is the night... but who can blame me... still one of my favorite first pages of all time:

On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed façade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April. Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse's Hôtel des Étrangers and Cannes, five miles away.

The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one. In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quavering in the ripples and rings sent up by sea-plants through the clear shallows. Before eight a man came down to the beach in a blue bathrobe and with much preliminary application to his person of the chilly water, and much grunting and loud breathing, floundered a minute in the sea. When he had gone, beach and bay were quiet for an hour. Merchantmen crawled westward on the horizon; bus boys shouted in the hotel court; the dew dried upon the pines. In another hour the horns of motors began to blow down from the winding road along the low range of the Maures, which separates the littoral from true Provençal France.

A mile from the sea, where pines give way to dusty poplars, is an isolated railroad stop, whence one June morning in 1925 a victoria brought a woman and her daughter down to Gausse's Hotel. The mother's face was of a fading prettiness that would soon be patted with broken veins; her expression was both tranquil and aware in a pleasant way. However, one's eye moved on quickly to her daughter, who had magic in her pink palms and her cheeks lit to a lovely flame, like the thrilling flush of children after their cold baths in the evening. Her fine forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet, and shining, the color of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood—she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.

[sobblesources]

A LOADED GOD COMPLEX ,

a collection of sentence starters from fall out boy's album from under the cork tree . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary . warning for some suggestive sentences !

❛ it's just past eight & i'm feeling young & reckless , ❜

❛ we're only liars , but we're the best , ❜

❛ put these words down into your notebook , ❜

❛ we're friends when you're on your knees , ❜

❛ you only hold me up like this , cause you don't know who i really am , ❜

❛ sometimes i just want to know what it's like to be you , ❜

❛ i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive , now i only waste it dreaming of you , ❜

❛ i've got headaches , & bad luck , but they couldn't touch you , ❜

❛ i don't want to forget how your voice sounds , ❜

❛ you always fold just before you're found out , ❜

❛ why don't you show me that little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress ? ❜

❛ i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me , ❜

❛ am i more than you bargained for yet ? ❜

❛ i've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear , ❜

❛ sugar , we're going down swinging , ❜

❛ isn't it messed up , how i'm just dying to be him ? ❜

❛ if you say this makes you happy , then i'm not the only one lying , ❜

❛ nothing comes as easy as you , ❜

❛ i'll be your best kept secret , & your biggest mistake , ❜

❛ wear me like a locket around your throat , i'll weigh you down & watch you choke , ❜

❛ i want to be known for my hits , not just my misses , ❜

❛ i'm hopelessly hopeful you're just hopeless enough , ❜

❛ i'm sleeping my way out of this one with anyone who'll lie down , ❜

❛ i keep telling myself i'm not the desperate type , ❜

❛ i'm not going home alone , ❜

❛ i swear i'd burn this city down to show you the light , ❜

❛ no matter what they say , don't believe a word , ❜

❛ the best part of believe is the lie , ❜

❛ give in , or just give up , ❜

❛ i'll keep you warm & won't ask where you've been , ❜

❛ oh yeah , you caught me , ❜

❛ some secrets were meant to be told , ❜

❛ i'm sorry my conscience called in sick again , ❜

❛ i've got arrogance down to a science , ❜

❛ so progress report , i am missing you to death , ❜

❛ feeling borrowed , & always blue , ❜

❛ why don't you just drop dead ? ❜

❛ i don't blame you for being you , but you can't blame me for hating it , ❜

❛ kiss her , kiss her ! ❜

❛ write me off , give up on me , ❜

❛ darling , what did you expect ? ❜

❛ you said you'd keep me honest , ❜

❛ this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters , ❜

❛ your secret's out , & the best part is it isn't even a good one ! ❜

❛ i know this hurts , it was meant to , ❜

❛ i used to obsess over living , ❜

❛ now i only obsess over you , ❜

❛ tell me you like boys like me better in the dark lying on top of you , ❜

❛ talking's just a waste of breath , ❜

❛ living's just a waste of death , ❜

❛ to hands between legs & whatever it takes , ❜

❛ what did it ever do for me ? ❜

❛ choose love or sympathy , but never both , ❜

❛ i hope you choked & crashed your car , ❜

❛ loose lips sink ships , ❜

[chickycherrycola]

snippet sunday, 4/20 edition~ 🍃💨

Figured I'd kick off the snippeting this Sunday in honor of this most dankest of holidays! It's Easter, 4/20, AND the one year anniversary of when @moriohpissky and I released Summer Nights into the world! I don't have a chapter update for you all today - I've been prioritizing rest since finishing my resbang a few weeks ago - but I do have a snippet from Ch 4 to share to celebrate:

He’s not really in the mood to negotiate, but he sighs. Runs an exasperated hand through his hair in defeat. “Her name’s Maka,” he relents, not meeting Liz’s eyes. “She’s… an old friend.” “An old friend,” Liz echoes with an arch of one perfectly-tweezed brow. “Right.” There’s a pause then, and something about her tone makes him feel defensive. “Yeah, I’ve known her since freshman year. She was Blake’s friend. We, um—” He’s not sure why he’s still blabbering on, why he can’t seem to disconnect his mouth from his brain— maybe because he hasn’t actually talked to anyone about the hookup yet, about this situationship he seems to find himself in with Maka, and even though Liz isn’t his first choice by a long shot to confide in about all this, the floodgates have been opened. “We... we kissed at a frat party last weekend so I - I invited her to the show.” It isn’t technically a lie. They did kiss at the party. It's just that isn’t all they did. “Kissing at a frat party and hitting third-base backstage,” Liz muses, a note of almost wistful sentiment in her voice. “Ah, modern romance.”

And just because I'm feeling indecisive about which snippet to share, I'll make it a TWO-FOR-ONE SPECIAL:

The way those gray sweatpants fit him is downright maddening. He looks so good in them, it should be illegal. “Baby's first bong hit,” Soul says, his tone of voice teasing. “Nice job. How ya feelin’ after that?” Good, she thinks. Good, giggly, warm. Mildly aroused. Maka's eyes slowly travel from his waistband up to his face, and then back down again. The bottom of his shirt is hiked up slightly, exposing one tantalizingly tan hipbone, and the way he's sitting, with one leg kicked up and bent at the knee, accentuates the bulge of his crotch a little too perfectly. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. Maybe a bit more than mildly aroused. “I'm good,” she says aloud. Using her voice aggravates a slight tickle in her throat, and she coughs lightly. “My throat is still kinda burning, but it's not too bad.” “Oh,” Soul says, his eyebrows quirking up the slightest bit. He starts to rise from his seat. “Lemme get you some water–” “N-no–” Maka interrupts. She leans forward and catches one of his wrists in her hand, yanking him back down onto the bed. “It's fine, I'm fine–” Soul looks down at her with a furrow in his brow. “You sure you don't need–” He stops mid-sentence as Maka presses her lips to his mouth. The muffled noise of surprise that escapes his throat makes a pleasant hum against her lips. “What I need,” she murmurs against his mouth. “Is for you to kiss me until I tell you to stop.”

Heheh! 😋 tagging @mellancholy-morose @silluuuu @worldismyne and @blackbloodteeth if yall wanna share some words! Otherwise, I hope yall are having a great Sunday however you're celebrating 😎

[shitpost-it-tristan]

Nah cAUSE I know, FELIX DIDNOTJUST— there AINT NO WAY.

The Fix-it Felix Jr fromthegame Fix-it Felix Jr. DID NOT call RalpH,

FUCKING B I G N O S E✋️💀

Nah cause Ralph, "B I G eArS" he didn't have to cALL HIM OUT LIKE THAT– cause nAH. Unprovoked,, Ralph out here– OHMYGOD.

RALPH wREcKING CONFIDENCE 🗣

the fucking grin,, the SHIT EATING GRIN! my smug ass, chUCKLING. Man I'm, sO PROUD OF MYSELF

Nah I'm not gonna lie, Felix caught that mug smOoThLy. But then— nah caUSE fIRST OF ALL, a- ✨️AUuGhh~✨️ nnO caUSE,,,,thE soUND. whYTHEFUCK,, MaN, his ass went "AaUuGhh~ BeLiEvE tHiS iS yOuRs."

Man, he's got the vibe, he's the dad that asks, "aRe Y'aLL rEaDy tO RoCk n' RoLL!?"👉👉 after paying the bill at a restaurant.

He would do the finger guns, and the "eheh I mAdE a fuNnY" tone. Man, the genuine grin, like he didn't just make 15 kids cringe. Oh god, the way he was cheering at the race. Homie out here, yel— nah he's not "yelling." He's WHOOPING and HOLLERING, Y'all see it too, right?? Oh man, I'm starting to think this is canon.

Did you guys hear him do the NESQUIKSAND NOISE, that shit caught me off guard! The EXACT same, "oUuGh-oH—"

I fully thought he wasn't going to catch the mug, man. He just got lucky catching the first one💀

[arathejedi394]

i felt like watching heathers and i did not feel like scanning through the VHS tape to skip the first movie on it so now I'm just watching the whole tape right the movie that's playing now

i have NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING. ALIENS? ROBOTS? I DON'T KNOW!!! no I haven't been watching every second but like,,, I DON'T KNOW

yes i have a VCR and VHS tapes 1999 called and they wanted me back

[timoluke]

More on this

Proposal: rotating outsider POV fic, everyone thinks Curtis and Brett are fighting over Luke. They're both constantly vying for his attention. Curtis turning up the pigtail pulling to 11. Brett leaning in to the D-partner soulmateism. Both of them buying him things all the time like the spoiled sugar baby we all know he is.

The whole team is like "uh. Should we…do something about this? Is this going to be a problem?" and they're all waiting for the other shoe to drop and but Luke seems fine and it's not effecting their play so they leave it be for now but they're low-key taking bets on how long until they have an actual fist fight about it.

Then one day Luke is being particularly annoying and Curtis has a headache so he just pulls him by the sleeve over to where Brett is and is like "please take him, I can't right now." and Brett's like "sure. come on, babe, I'll buy you a cookie." and everyone is like "...ohhhhhh"

It's all a very "gee luke why does your mom boyfriend let you have two wieners?" situation

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Oh no I'm sleepy

[coralhoneyrose]

I think moving forward, I need to try biting off smaller sections at a time with revisions, because whenever I shoot to knock out a whole scene (or more) in a day I wind up hyper-fixated for like 7+ hours straight and come away feeling worse about the chapter than I did before orz. My brain can only take being asked “what’s a less cliched way of saying this??” so many times before it starts making angry buzzer noises at me 🥲

[officialgleamstar]

ive been struggling to write anything sweet or funny or my usual schtick all month so im just giving up and writing problematic smut to see if that fixes mebhjgbfhjgjd

[constantvariations]

Started listening to A Court of Thorns and Roses out of morbid curiosity. Currently just under 4 hours in, and I have some Thoughts

Knowing that this is something of a Beauty and the Beast retelling, I find Feyre's family dynamics odd. Returning to them is her entire goal in Prythian, yet she doesn't even like any of them, which is why Maas had to shoehorn in that dumb vow Feyre made to her dying mother - whom she also didn't like all that much - at the age of eight. Her goal rings so hollow that I roll my eyes every time I hear about it or that stupid promise

This goal has another annoying layer to it. Escape takes up pretty much all of Feyre's inner monologue, yet the audience knows the story won't let it happen. Can't have a BatB if the Belle manages to flee before the romance has had time to grow. This makes the story drag something awful. There were times I stopped the audio because her plans left me groaning in frustration. If I never hear the word "treaty" ever again, it'll be too soon

And the way she avoids Tamlin at every opportunity is just wild. Even if he's the embodiment of everything gone wrong in her life, why would Feyre pass up a tour of the estate? Why not take the opportunity to study "the enemy" up close? Why go patrolling with the guy who blantantly and repeatedly states how much he wants her dead for what she did instead of the guy who is preventing everyone from doing that? Some of this can be chalked up to her being young, insecure, and untrained in social skills like her sisters, but it's so contrived at times

Considering how Feyre literally skinned his best friend, thus preventing any sort of dignified funeral service, Tamlin's incredibly tame, especially in comparison to the og Disney!Beast. He doesn't yell at her, doesn't threaten, doesn't make demands outside of, "please stop doing things that will get you killed." First impressions aside, Tamlin reads as more socially awkward and irritable than a beast with a dangerous temperment. I find his lameness quite charming, even if Feyre doesn't

It's odd that I'm so far in the book yet the only real interaction between our supposed love interests is the night that Tamlin fought the bog(?). I think this changed something for Tamlin, but Feyre remains unchanged towards him. She's incredibly stubborn, a trait I both have and admire, but her unwillingness to look beyond Tamlin's claws despite how courteous he is to his friend's killer is becoming ridiculous and dragging the plot. Just let him teach you to read already!

Another thing that's ridiculous is Feyre and her bad habit of knowing something is off yet doing a dumb thing anyway. With the wolf, she explicitly says that a creature of that size must be a fairy and kills it because of that only to backtrack and say it's not a fairy. This could be excused for adrenalin/first time killing a sentient being panic brain, but it happens again when her "father" comes to fairy town to rescue her. Feyre inwardly questions how he got to Prythian on a busted knee and some other logistical discrepancies but is willing to follow him into the woods despite these thoughts. She has absolutely zero survival instincts in fairy land. It's like she's trying to die in the dumbest way possible

I can already tell this is going to worm into my brain like RWBY and the MCU. I have a fondness for stories of great potential and even greater squandering. The characters are fun if ill used, and I'm curious about the world along with all the things I've been spoiled about

[marciliedonato]

There's something rly satisfying abt figuring out a twist and THEN it being confirmed like I just knew I had a feeling from the start that watching the dragon scene where falin gets eaten that she was gonna be the one who haunts the narrative and my theory was seeing them scramble to try to get down there ASAP that it was gonna be too late and it was always gonna be too late no matter what. And then when they were on that third (?) floor and they get attacked by the ghosts and laios sees the ghost as falin and he just willingly goes towards her bc he feels so much guilt and feels it's his fault what happened to her bc he was distracted and she jumped in front of him to protect him and sacrificed herself and then when senshi wards off the ghosts and chilchuck is saying how he was seeing his dad (implied dead) and laios says he was seeing falin and marcille says that's silly bc she's not there and she's not even dead I just knew then and there that was foreshadowing lol. And THAT reveal hadnt even aired yet I was just like 'this is not just a coincidence that ghosts take the form of things you feel gulit for they can only take the forms of people who are gone..' and I haven't even gotten there yet (almost lol) but I'm getting glimpses that my theories were true and I'm going absolutely insaneeeeeee lol

[freakshowmemories]

Me every time this man is mentioned (I study philosophy), I don't mind his views in general, but god do I have beef with the way he writes, especially since I'm German and therefore am forced to read his texts in their original language. Which is... something.

Anyways imma go and jump out a window now.

[iamaslutforjatp]

Okay, we're going to do something fun!

Since I cannot decide what I want to write because the number of ideas/WIPs I have is giving me decision paralysis, you're going to help me choose!

Send me a number between 1 and 20!

I have a WIP, idea, or prompt assigned to each number and I have to write whichever one you tell me to. If more than one person gives me a number, I have to write at least two sentences for whatever fic the first person chooses before moving on to the next.

(You can give me the number in the replies to this post, in my inbox (anon is available), via reblog, or by sending me a direct message, whatever works for you.)

[ssouverain]

spare focus...

[blue-eyed-giant]

i think in a past life i would be a wonderful jester