I'm convinced it was a tragedy that tumblr learned the phrase "bury your gays" at the exact same time it decided that any fictional media darker than Landlord White was pearl-clutchingly problematic. Pouring one out for every creator of earnest LGBT+ media wanting to explore the themes of grief loss and tragedy who then got subsequently hounded by mobs of terminally online users brainrotted on nothing but conflict-free coffee shop AUs.
or don’t be kind. Don’t make them learn a lesson. Make them worse with no turning back. Let them never be able to deal with what they went through. Make it take years until they are finally able to take a breath again without wanting to die. That’s what life is like sometimes. Merciless. Nonsensical. Painful.
Let them stay up night after night just asking why? Why me? Why me? Why me?
Every happy ending has to be fought for desperately, and even then there’s no guarantee that you get it.
What do they take for granted? Take it away from them.
The one thing they know for certain? Make them doubt it.
Their worst fear? Throw it at their faces.
Make their plans fail. Make them cry. Make them question things and then learn about them and the way they react in the process.
Be mean to your character. Then be kind to them for a while, because after all that they may deserve it.
would worship and idealise them too, if time allows it 😎🙏🏽
reblog to kiss a narcissist on the mouth (with passion)
“a bit”
WRONG. A LOT.
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Personally, I write stupid silly scenarios that are useless and unrealistic but they make me giggle
I don’t write from nothing. Every character, every word is the echo of reality. Every feature is plucked from someone I knew, every line from a conversation I had, every heartbreak is my own.
I just try to write better endings.
every day I wake up and realize I am surrounded by pantsers. Where are all the plotters? Am I the only one? Sometimes I feel like it, you guys are so messy,,, (I love you)
My everyday battle consists of stopping myself from holding anyone hostage and explaining my entire book to them
I think we all have this one chapter with incomprehensible dialogue that we wrote at 4am that just has us like
ugghh uaahhfh aaafdhhf a I write about war. Constantly in the trenches. You’re safe and wanted here.
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