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Sending hugs from me and my plushie boys

Thunderfam plea

This might be a really unusual request, but I'm asking for a little strength during this testing time.

Why?

Because I have the celebrant arriving, which is fine. But Bossy will be there as well, and she told me she is arriving early to 'talk'

I know I'm strong but right now, I am definitely feeling vulnerable and I have no idea what she wants to talk about.

Hopefully it's not about money and her expected reward, as my hands are tied there for what will be several months

So yeah, please please send me some strength so that I can go through this part

Don't care what it is, hugs, good vibes ... anything

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10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

While lethal injuries often take center stage, non-lethal injuries can create lasting effects on characters, shaping their journeys in unique ways. If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain during a scene, here are some ideas: 

Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility, forcing characters to adapt their plans and experience frustration as they navigate their environment.

Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult and create tension, especially during action scenes, where every breath becomes a reminder of vulnerability.

Concussion

This brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment and creating a sense of unpredictability in their actions.

Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills, causing frustration and emphasizing a character’s dependence on their hands.

Road Rash

The raw, painful skin resulting from a fall can symbolize struggle and endurance, highlighting a character's resilience in the face of physical hardship.

Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation.

Deep Laceration

A cut that requires stitches can evoke visceral imagery and tension, especially if the character has to navigate their surroundings while in pain.

Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma, serving as a physical reminder of a character’s past mistakes or battles.

Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, providing an opportunity for characters to experience frustration or the need to lean on others for support.

Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted, highlighting their struggle to adapt and overcome.

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‘Tis but a scratch’ 🤣

SURVIVAL

Thundertober Day 16

Scott had been AWOL ever since Grandma told him it was his turn to do laundry duty…

Eventually Virgil was nominated to hunt him down and made a Horrifying Discovery in the Dryer Filter…

SCOOOOOTTTT!!!!! 😱😱😱

Hey Virg!

Scott!! You’re alive!

‘Course I am and - great news - I’ve found a new adrenaline sport!! Extended wash, rinse, 1600rpm spin followed by the ‘gentle dry’ cycle!! Next time I’m going for extra fast drying…

Scott… your legs…

What? Oh.

This is fine.

THIS IS NOT FINE!!!

Tis but a flesh wound…

See? All good now.

You are going to be the death of me, Scott Carpenter Tracy!

@thunder-tober

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where is that cat with the kind and reassuring face

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🤣

Parker: I will exorcise all the evil demons in the villa

Alan grabs Gordon: no you can’t! He’s family!

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

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Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

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Love them 💚💛

FishTank

They got some fancy shiny things

Gordon got an octopus

Virgil got a turtle (it's an inside joke between them)

@gordonthegreatesttracy @tbirds @janetm74 @psychoseal @dragonoffantasyandreality @heckincuddlies @katblu42

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Poor Turnip

Awwwwh wassup Babes?

Mah poor turnip *sniff*

Well ... you did say that it was going into a stew

Yeah,I know but I wanted to spend more time with him

There's still some of him left, and apparently the soup was delicious

Really? I wondered about that lovely smell *sigh* turnip was such a trooper

@psychoseal @cg29 @gordonthegreatesttracy @janetm74 @dragonoffantasyandreality @heckincuddlies @tbirds (I swear I'm getting there, and WILL remember everyone in the tags)

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Today’s accomplishments 😁❤️

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💛 @psychoseal

Plushies are Go!!!

So ... Baby Four is having some trouble with the new arrivals

"They're behind me, aren't they?"

Yep, sorry about that Fawn, I'll have a word with them. Is that okay?

In the meantime, I want to show you my turnip. Isn't he looking good?

Fawn .... help?

WHO STOLE MY LIGHTSABER?

How the ... where .... where the heck did HE come from?

Cheshire Cat ... not me

White Rabbit ... I don't have time, I'm very late!

Okay, into the box you three go

All ... why?

Because you're all being very disruptive, that's why. And YOU Darth Teddy, you should look after your saber.

Darth Teddy ... but ... someone stole it

Have you tried the Force?

Darth Teddy ... um no

And why not?

Darth Teddy (mutters under breath) battery died, a while back.* Can't fix it.

Then that's YOUR fault

*seriously, the lightsaber battery actually did died, about a week after the plush arrived. We only played with it five times and there's no way to access in there without totally ripping the toy apart

Eppie to the rescue

Eppie .. its okay Fawn, I gotcha now. No need to be afraid all the time

Fawn .... cries ... thank you. They were scary

Giggling from the box .... We're still here ya know

WHO SAID RESCUE?

Baby Four... oh hi guys, what are you doing here? I'm handling everything just fine ... okay?

All, you okay Fawn?

Gordon ... Hey Babes

Baby Four ... hey Gordon, how's things? Whatcha think of my turnip?

Gordon ... looking good there buddy, whatcha plans for it?

Giggling from the box

Baby Four ... its going in a stew

Giggling ... going in a stew

All ... hey Baby Four, you forgot the newest member of the plushie family.

Penguin!

Baby Four .... ohhh so squishy!*

*he's a hot water bottle

Baby Four.... keeps us warm then

And finally ... the saga of Kitty Cat and WereBun

They're all unlikely friends now, an uneasy truce has been drawn, so no fur will be flying

Just yet

And as for the missing lightsaber? Nobody is snitching (but I suspect I know where it is, buried in the toybox)

@cg29 @janetm74 @dragonoffantasyandreality @heckincuddlies @tbirds

And anybody else interested

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I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

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the words ‘Virgil’ and ‘bed-head’ were mentioned in my general direction and…

[please don’t upload/pin to external sites]

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Tell me your a TAG fan, without actually telling me your a TAG fan.

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from this fic WIP by @mariashades, requested by @janetm74 <3

The engine of Lee’s little Piper PA-28 fixed wing roared into life and little Scotty, all of four years old, squealed in alarm and clapped his hands over his ears. Jeff, standing well back at the hangar, scooped Scott up and held him close until the plane had taxied over to the runway.  “Y’know, planes aren’t that scary,” he fondly said as soon as the plane was far enough away. “It’s just noise, nothing to be afraid of.”  “‘S not?” Scott asked, big eyes looking up at his father as he peeled his hands away from the sides of his head.  “Nope.” Jeff smiled. “Besides, we need the noise to fly, and that’s what we’re here to do, right?”  “Right.” Scott nodded, his little face so serious it made him go all gooey on the inside at the sight.  “So,” Jeff affected a serious mein (Lucy always called it his ‘Top Gun’ face), pulled his aviators out from where he’d hooked them on his shirt and put them on his nose. “Let’s saddle up, kiddo.”  Scott immediately put on his kiddie sized aviators (and Jeff went even gooier on the inside) and announced “Let’s saddle up!”  “Attaboy!” Jeff beamed as he walked over to his plane.