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There’s a whole “Russian in the woods” vibe going on here

Woodcutter Joel 💙🌲

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Only the coolest, coolest freaks. Of which there are like, 5.

Babe, listen

Your fic isn’t a flop, it’s a cult classic. Only the coolest freaks like it, don’t worry about it, it’s great.

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Squinting so I can picture Blake as Narcissa.

For reasons

Ellis’ swoon factor is next level 💙🫠

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Dolohov Vibe

Michiel in blue. It’s a glorious thing. 💙

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Dolohov Vibe

Michiel for L’Officiel NL 2014 💙

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Dolohov Vibe

Ellis is swoonworthy. 💙🫠

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Art by Elivrayn on IG 💚

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A couple of graphics shared for the Death Eater delights fest in the Facebook group Death Eater Groupies

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I’m so going to try this.

I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school. 

And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good. 

And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways. 

Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.

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He’s so fucking charming in this interview 💙🫠

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Dolohov Vibe

Olivier 💙

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Ok so this dress is totally going to be in a fic somewhere. Even if I have to write a fic solely around Narcissa wearing it!

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Yes I want to write my story but my story doesn't want to be written so what the fuck am I supposed to do about that huh?

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As this year’s Thirsty Thrones fest comes to an end in our GOT/HOTD Facebook group, The Eyrie, I thought I might share the one-shot I wrote for last year’s fest: “That Throne You Want So Badly.” (I think writing this story was my way of finally processing what Dany became, and also giving Daario one last moment to shine.)

Rating: E

Pairing: Daario/Daenerys

Summary: “Daenerys Targaryen, freshly arrived to claim her ancestral seat at Dragonstone, is interrupted in her fruitless attempts to sleep by a visitor she did not expect: the Tyroshi sellsword she abandoned, yet whose presence she has not ceased to furtively crave.

Daario Naharis only seeks the answer to one question.”

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49037050

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“She’d recognise those silver eyes anywhere…” 🩶

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Me, whispering to every single ao3 user in the Harry Potter fandom: please, someone, anyone, read my fics.

me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you