#writeit

[shamemp3]

kant you make points but do you have to yap so much while you do so

[subatomicskud]

Ok so after finishing Moon Knight and only watching cause Ethan Hawke was in it. Conclusion is it was very mid, cool crocodile god reveal tho

[kuzka]

helppp how do i write for internships ive been trying since june and everytime i open email i feel like im being hunted for sport

[amirasainz]

heyy !! I absolutely got HOOKED on baby!sainz reader and I'd like to ask you to write a fic about baby sainz when she's in a new relationship with an unproblematic celebrity (your choice) and the grid and the grid and her brother want them to break up by framing her boyfriend cus they think nobody is good enough for her. but she is actually happy and it's her first healthy relationship and when she finds out about what they did she is very upset with them and in the end Reyes scolds Carlos for ruining her relationship and tells him to go and fix it (ikkk its veryyy long ;] )

I'm back!!!! I changed this request a little bit but I hope you still like it.

Guys I got the notification that some request went lost on their way to me. Please, feel free to send me your request again, and I will writeit as soon as possible.

Enjoy reading and let me know if you have some whishes.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!!

20-Step plan

When Amira Sainz and Timothée Chalamet officially announced their relationship, they didn’t just break the internet, but also the Formula 1 paddock. As usual in such situations, the drivers already had a 20-step plan. A few months ago, the drivers all prepared the plan, like some might prepare for an apocalypse. So when the perfect time arrived, the drivers set their plan into motion. Don’t get them wrong, of course they want Amira to be happy. However, in their eyes, no man was the one for Amira, even if Timothée was one of the most unproblematic actors in Hollywood. So after a “how-to-get-the-two-of-them-to-break-up-and-cheer-Amira-up-afterwards” meeting, the plan was set into motion.

Everything was going smoothly. They got to know Timothée when Amira and he visited the paddock in Canada. Then, they made sure that they spent more time around the couple. After some time, they took them partying, even going so far as only going with Timothée partying. They wanted to test his loyalty. They started little rumors about Timothée, talked with him about his exes in front of Amira, even making “innocent” assumptions about him and his co-workers. Even though nothing fazed the couple, the plan went smoothly. Until it didn’t.

“Carlos, I just feel wrong,” stated Charles. Lando, Carlos, George, Alex, and Oscar turned to their Monegasque friend after hearing his tone. Charles was deathly pale, his hands shaking. “Mate, are you okay?” asked George. “Yeah, you look horrible,” added Oscar. “Don’t worry Charles, you can help with the next step when we—” before Lando could finish his sentence, Charles exploded. “No. NO! No more us sabotaging your sister’s relationship. No more starting rumors. No more plan. I’m done with this.” Charles’ outburst made all his friends stare at him, shocked. “Guys, don’t you see how happy they are? How in love they are?” He looked at all of his friends who at least had the decency to look down. “Percival, we are just making sure that Amira is—” “No, Carlos. We are trying to ruin something that is beautiful. We all just want Amira to be happy and comfortable. And if she feels that way with Timothée by her side, then we just have to accept that.” After a moment, he continued: “If you guys want to continue, then fine. But every action has consequences.” With that, he left the room, making the other five share some looks with each other.

What they were unaware of was that Amira was standing in front of the door. She heard the whole “plan” they had and what their next step would be. Before one of the men could say anything, the door opened. They were met with Amira’s disappointed face, tears shining in her eyes. “Hermosa, what are you doing here?” asked Carlos. The moment he saw his sister, he stood up from his chair. “Carlos, what have you done? What have you all done? Why… why are you doing this to me?” Immediately, all of the drivers tried to defend themselves, while also trying to console Amira. “You know what? Save it. I don’t want to hear anything.” With that, she left the room, leaving the rest of the drivers speechless behind.

It took the drivers three months and a lot of apology gifts for Amira to forgive them. Timothée, who heard everything from his beautiful girlfriend, also convinced her to forgive the drivers after seeing how miserable they were. So after the three months, everything was like it used to be. Amira got treated like a princess and all of them are still in love with her.

Bonus (+)

When Carlos walked into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of his mother, one shoe in her hand. “Carlos, sit down,” Reyes ordered sternly. After a moment of hesitation, he sat down. “Amira told me what you did. I am more than disappointed in you, young man.” “But mamá—” “Did I say you could speak?” she rhetorically asked. After sensing he wasn’t going to say anything, she continued. “As punishment, I will take away your phone and you will sit in the chair in the corner, thinking about what you did wrong.” “Ay, mamá. I am nearly 30 years old. You can’t…” He fell quiet after seeing his mother slowly raising the shoe. “…But some self-reflecting will definitely do me some good,” he whispered, before slowly sitting down in the “I-behaved-bad” chair.

[therealfeppino]

heyo there!!! this is a rp(?) account for Fake Peppino!! /ooc

(in character) I have obtained a tumblr blog so that I may interactct with people, and they can ask me stuff!! I do have a slight typing quirk due to having strange musclecle memory but that's fine, right?? note that I cannot speakeak proper English out loud, and can only writeite because Peppino taught me to!! anyhowow, I hope that I can make friends here maybebe?? whatever happens, it'll be sure to be funun, right???

and yes, I do haveve a tail.

(I hope to god I dont come off as cringe in this thing and I deeply apologize if I do lmao. also I am extremely new to tumblr so I've straight up got no clue how this site works /ooc)

[the-heaminator]

🌻

As for an idea that ive got.

Ive already told you about this helia but a fic in which i explain how rime basically fucked up all his charges, his views on his little children, spain living for praise, England and Wales not even trying to be civilised, their madness being encouraged, so and so, i have brainrot for this i swaer i just need to writeit

[ralph-with-coffee]

Song

it’s a song that I sing alonesome may choose to sing alongbut I am the one who walk the walkand bring the story to a song to talkof the world I have seen with my eyesand felt with my two hands held out wide.so here is the song I writeit may sound too contritebut hear me out;you’ll love what I’ve got. 6.30.2023

[h3arts4nat]

#writeit

that’s twin like

[shallwegostargazing]

To those chasing dreams, never give up on them. We are not quitters, you hear me?

Elena Armas

[wordsusuallykeptinside]

True North

The single greatest piece of advice my Father has even given me is, “No one is going to get you through this life but you.” He continued by telling me that all of the opinions of the other kids in high school, the losers, the weirdos, the popular kids, and even my friends, did not matter. The only person who could get me where I wanted to go in life was me. I had to do what was right for me. I think it’s safe to say that when we are in high school we are acutely and painfully aware that people around us have opinions about how we look, what we do or say and who we hang out with. Other people’s opinions at that time in our lives mean more to us than breathing. My father’s statement blew all of that a part and blew my mind in ways that I’m just starting to understand now in my 30s. He was right. None of those people had any bearing on my actual life.  The bitchy girls’ opinions and dislike of me for reasons I still don’t fully understand had absolutely no weight on how my life unfolded. My choices made things happen for me, and consequentially my choices also made things not happen for me.

 From then on I took that advice and sewed it into the very fabric of my being.What happened at first was that I carried a sort of, “I don’t give a fuck what you think” attitude. The ironic thing is, there still remained the Ego that very much cared what people thought. My mind always had to argue back and forth about if something mattered or it didn’t. I would weigh the options, analyze the data in front of me, and make a decision: “nope, I don’t care what people will think about this” or “yes, I very much care what people will think of this so let’s put it in the right light”.

 My late teens to early 20’s  were gong show of caring either too much or too little. I either gave all my fucks away or I had absolutely zero. There was rarely a middle ground. That, I found, can lead to poor decision making. When you’re too polar about things and it all kind of crumbles into people really not knowing what to think of you so they mostly just shun you.This lead to me to get to know my “inner knowing”.That’s the thing I call my gut feeling (and I’m pretty sure Glennon Doyle does too), you know, that ”YES this is absolutely what I need to do” feeling. A fact of life is that every once and while you gotta make clear decisions for yourself if you want to honor that very special inner knowing inside of you. It was in this stage of my life that I got tired of the polar madness and followed that inner knowing big-time.

 I had gone to University only to find out that the culture brought out parts of myself I really didn’t like and that that form of education was not for me. I’m not into paying an obscene amount of money to learn how to write one helluva essay, study a professor’s thesis, and on my downtime drink myself into oblivion. So I quit. I dropped out and made the first decision solely for myself with zero inkling as to what was next. Well, what happened next was that I followed my inner knowing and moved to Alberta to be with my then boyfriend, now husband. At the time people thought I was absolutely coo-coo. Like totally bat-shit crazy. If I had listened to them,  I’m quite certain I would still be living in my hometown. And to be completely honest, I’m really not sure where I would have ended up. But my inner knowing what telling me that this was a time where I couldn’t give a shit what they thought. I had to do this for me to get me where I needed to be. It was that decision that rooted my life in such a way that I got to find out so much more about myself.

 I have been in Alberta for 14 years now. In that time I have tried to be a Nutritional Consultant, Pharmacy Assistant, Sales Associate, Health Coach, MLM Star (that was a yucky period), Sign and T-Shirt Maker, and Yogi Extraordinaire. I tried all of those not because I was trying to be someone else but because I was trying to find what was “reasonable”.  What I found was through all of those careers I was learning about myself. I’m sure there are people who think I’m flaky, that I can’t stick to anything, or that I am unfocused. But I think I was brave enough to try something that I thought I really might like, to let my creativity shine, or learn something new. Now I know that it was all a process to find way back to my real purpose.  

 Here’s the thing, the more you try and fail, the more you will learn about yourself. Success rarely gives you any pearls of knowledge and it rarely teaches you anything about yourself. I don’t think I was ever learning when things were going really well for me. I was learning when I had to figure out how I was going to pick myself back up and try again or try something completely different. I truly believe trying new things really adds to the fabric of your being. It gives you more texture.  

 What I’ve learned so far is that I am a creative person. I am someone who has to make things and put them out into the world. I don’t like following other people’s rules and I don’t like making money for someone else before me. I want to be in control of my life, my time, and what I put my focus or energy into. Those are my bottom lines. And I feel nothing empowers all of those things more than writing. I think the written word is the lifeblood to all of it. So.. I’m writing. I’m calling myself a writer. God, that feels good to say!  I am a writer and I am finally putting my energy into the thing I have loved for oh, so long. I think my first diary was at 12. I started writing poetry at 13 or so, and I took every writing class I could until University. Along with drama/theatre, writing has been a longtime love affair that I just couldn’t let myself commit to because I was too busy listening to others tell me that it wasn’t the “reasonable” career. And there it was...the thing I listened to without fully realizing it. A dumb opinion. It was subtle don’t you think? That life-changing negative narrative. So subtle that I didn’t fully comprehend what I was doing until recently  It was that narrative that I cared about too much. I gave way to many fucks away to that narrative and I steered away from my own True North.

 I, like so many other people, let go of the things I loved because I believed when I was told that it wasn’t the “logical choice”.

 “There’s no way you can make real money doing that!”

 “You’ll be a starving artist.”

 … and most dreadfully, “That’s not a career that will get you anywhere in life.”

 I bought into it totally forgetting my father’s words. When all along I should have trusted in myself and my abilities. Instead of trusting my inner knowing, I wrapped myself in someone else’s belief that I should find something else to fulfill me. That lead to a lot of searching in the wrong directions. But in some weird way, it also lead to me back the truth of who I am. With every new thing that I tried and failed at, I took off a layer of false expectations. With every new avenue I traveled, I found out that I had capabilities that I didn’t know were there and that I am stronger than I ever believed.  

 It’s taken me until now to get this all somewhat figured out. Hind-sight really is 20/20, folks.  Trust me when I say I’ve analyzed this one to death. But It’s really as simple as following that inner knowing and not listening to the naysayers. Not listening to the doubt that your Ego can fill you with. Trial and error will teach you more about yourself than never trying. It will also teach you how to really listen to your own inner knowing because that’s the thing that will guide you to the path that is best for you.

 Now, I stand in my life knowing more about myself than I ever have (due to those trial and errors) and knowing my father’s words still ring true. No one is going to get me through this life but me. So I will write and I will love myself through whatever mistakes I make along the way, but I will be happy because it’s what I really, really want to do. There’s something exciting about living and “unreasonable” or “illogical” life.  What will I write about? The simple answer is I’m not sure. But it’s quotes like this that make me feel really good about my journey:

 “Nobody is rooting for you to fail.”

You may succeed. You may fail. But, for the most part, nobody cares one way or the other.

This is good. The world is big and you are small, which means you can chase your dreams with little worry for what people think.” - James Clear

[ice-devourer]

cannot find the specific non romantic oda & dazai fic i wanna read so i just reread this piece of shit 😭🫶 u telling me that if i want more i ned to writeit???? HAHAHAAHHAH *breaks down*

Finally finished this odazai rewrite (T — T) there might be errors since this isn't beta read but i did my best HSUWHSHW anyways here bye *yeets myself*

[felizzzzzzzzz]

Writing-Prompts

What if the RobStar household was like this: 

.Mar’i and Jake play medieval times with real weapons and Robin freaks out every time this happens but Starfire is positive nothing will happen and it results in a few vases among other things getting smashed to pieces. 

. Robin’s wallet is crying after he spent like, a few thousand dollars on reinforced walls for Mar’i and Jake’s bedroom. 

. There are no lamps in Mar’i and Jake’s room. 

. Mar’i feeds Robin Tameranian food and he has to accept it because he doesn’t want Mar’i to cry. 

. Starfire and Robin make sure not to finish up the cereal because they only buy it once a month and the kids really like to eat it. But they don’t know that Mar’i and Jake have been secretly feeding it to Silkie. 

. Mar’i and Jake find out that Robin’s so-called “secret files “ are actually photos of him and Starfire together. 

. Silkie always sleeps in the middle of Jake’s and Mar’i’s bed, and they made a little bed for him over there. 

. Whenever they play hide-and-seek, they always sit on top of the roof. Starfire and Robin both know that they are over there, but decide to make the game more fun. 

. Jake always corrects Starfire’s grammar, and tells her how to use the word “the” correctly. Starfire is extremely proud of Robin for teaching Jake this. 

. Mar’i and Jake like to listen about how their parents met, and even though both of them say it’s extremely embarrassing, they end up telling it anyway. Mar’i asks Starfire if they tried to kill each other, and both of them look flustered, and always answer that they’ll know when they are older. 

. Both of them make Tamaranian + Earth food for their parents anniversary. 

. Robin is an overprotective father. 

. Whenever they go to sleep, their parents argue if they need air-con or not. This always turns into a full-blown debate. 

.When Mar’i and Jake are about to go to prom, Starfire and Robin both stay there the whole night to get rid of villains before the big day just to make sure their children’s prom doesn’t get ruined like their one did.

. Whenever Jake and Mar’i have a nightmare, Robin and Starfire both sit by their side and sing lullabies, or if the nightmare is really bad, they both go dress in full suit and tell them that no one can hurt them.

. Robin uses his staff and pretends to be a nightguard with them.

. Starfire teaches Mar’i and Jake how to cook, and eventually Robin joins in. Their cake isn’t what you would consider “perfect”, but they still eat it.

. Broken things are not uncommon in this household. 

. Jake and Mar’i want to go to the circus, so their parents bring them there. But when the trapeze act starts, Mar’i, Jake and Starfire can all notice Robin’s crying. When they ask him what happened, Robin looks up at them, smiling and crying at the same time and tells them nothing happened. Mar’i offers him a cupcake she made all by herself, and Jake is silently hugging his arm. Starfire is holding hands with him. 

. Jake is trying out Robin’s staff, and Robin tells him that he is doing it all wrong. He ends up almost being electrocuted. 

. Starfire tells Robin and Jake to have a “father-and-son-bonding-time”. She gives them a bunch of paper and tells them to draw on it. Meanwhile, she and Mar’i are making dinner in the kitchen together. Instead of drawing, Robin and Jake both fold aeroplanes and throw them around the house. Bonus if that ends up in the dinner. 

. The kids ask their parents what’s an electrical chair, and Robin ties his staff to the top of a chair and makes it all electrify mode or something like that. Then Jake asks how they are executed. Robin says that they sit under the electrical thing. Then Mar’i asks him to demonstrate. 

. Both Jake and Mar’i are out of clothes, and Robin is desperate to get them to sleep, so he pretty much gives them his suits. The kids build a “bad guy” out of pillows and blankets and pretend to fight it. 

. The family builds a fort and stays there for the night. Bonus if they cuddle together. Or snuggle. JUST PICK ONE THEY’RE THE SAME

. Both of them take Robin for a little if not crazy flight in the sky to the point that he’s screaming to get down.

[sojc123]

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[typingoverworld]

What If [Situation]? #4

What if a person’s insecurities physically manifested as creatures which would stalk them throughout their lives?

What would these creatures look like? 

Would they change and grow as people do? 

Are they capable of harming the individual who created them? If so, what does that mean for both the creature and the human source? 

How does this impact relationships?

Note: “What If [Situation]?” is a writing prompt where you are asked to write about a posited scenario.

[fwxnup-dreamer]

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[mikoolaide]

A Rooftop Encounter

The hero stands on a rooftop in their civilian clothes. They’re screaming for their nemesis to come to them. Tears stream down the hero’s face. They’re pacing wildly across the rooftop. The hero’s screams become hoarse and raw. The villain finally comes, their gun is drawn, and they cautiously approach. The hero crumples to the ground. Their bare knees dig into the concrete. The hero reaches out and grabs onto the villain’s hand that holds the weapon. The hero pulls the gun to their forehead. 

“Please,” the hero begs, “Kill me.”

The villain is unsure what to do. If they kill the hero, nothing will stand in their way. But the villain has never seen the hero like this. They have only faced each other in the way heroes and villains often do: in their flashy costumes, talking in witty banter, and they never showed defeat. So, having the hero kneeling before them with tears and snot running down their face takes the villain by surprise. Or at least the villain wants to blame the hero’s flood of emotions for their hesitation to pull the trigger. 

The hero notices the villain can’t commit to pulling the trigger. “Damn you!” The hero cries out and thrusts the villain’s gunned hand away. The hero lets out a strangled scream and falls further into the concrete floor. 

The villain sits down next to the hero and the smell of alcohol hits them. A drunk hero. The villain laughs. Of course the hero was drunk. A sober hero would never beg for death on a rooftop of a run down apartment. Hell, the hero has no reason to beg for death. 

“You know, if you wanted to see me you could have just left a note yesterday when you stole back my stolen art. The theatrics are all unnecessary. Plus, if you want a romantic night-time rendezvous, you’re supposed to get me drunk,” the villain teases. Then, the villain makes a mistake. 

They aren’t wearing their gloves. They had gotten ready quickly to see what was wrong with the hero. They didn’t think they were going to need them. But the villain reaches out to make sure the hero is still breathing. Skin touches skin and flashes of what the hero is remembering fly into the villain’s head. The villain leaps back like the hero is made of fire and the connection between the two break. But they had still touched and the hero’s memories burn into the villain’s mind.  

“Holy fuck.”