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Someone asked me (sorry your ask slipped away under a dogpile of others) for a list of things I use as resources. Outside of a seventy one (!!) page document that has a list of words, ideas for stories, examples of syntax, etc... I also use or have used these. These are not organized and range from thesauruses, resource lists, lectures, inspiration, interviews, etc. It's not exhaustive, I have more if anyone has interest.

The tried and true classic Jstor Writing with color lithub Eyes luminarium Brandon Sanderson / and again / and again / and again (basically all his byu lectures) r/writing em dash press the Paris review poetry archive Teeth licker (smut thesaurus) a conversation with Stephen King Myth bank the millions dear writers pantheon resource dump thewritersarchive resource masterlist Diversity style guide maxkirin Amy Tan Unsplash - (There is no need to request permission before using images that have the standard Unsplash license) writing Qs answered

Smithsonian

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father, i have decided to establish the nikolai tag in xiaohongshu/rednote by making edits. soon they shall know the wonders of nikolai (and perhaps nikprice too)

Amazing! Yes! Nikprice should be shared far and wide.

But, also, instantly reminded of the homoerotic communist propaganda posters featuring a Chinese man and a Russian. I just think Nik would have these saved to his phone, if not in vintage original. Price sees them one evening while they're messing about and is like "wtf, Nik?"

Nik leaps into a huge TEDTalk about the brief window of freedom for the LGBT community after 1917, and--

Price just sitting there with his dick out because he was kinda hopin' for a blowie, but he knows he's not gonna get anywhere now Nik's on the coffee table ranting about politics, history and culture. Blue balls and a lecture; what a night.

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Got it fixed yesterday evening - Email said Spam?! This is a side blog with more cobwebs than posts how the FUCK?! But the porn bots still run rampant 🙄 get a grip on your filters DisappointMatt

Queue is paused and this blog is on hiatus, somehow none of my tags show up in reblogs for no fucking reason and I´m royaly pissed and really fucking disappointed. All I wanted was to engage in fandom but this hellsite wont let me for some unknowable reason. every fucking time I get creative the universe laughs at me I´m tired I´m done I´m over it wtf did I do to get shadow banned

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https://open.spotify.com/track/39iRz0h1eZOyXzch8tKQit?si=yaEpg4lSSJG4Wd_xVRAByQ&feature=wrapped

CODE MISTAKE by CORPSE & Bring Me The Horizon

Idk if this is your style, but every time I hear it I can only of Ghost. Especially the line 'If pain is beauty I'm a pretty bitch'.

Absolutely my style.

So many lines in this.

"Do not fucking talk to me, my genetics got me tweaked. Running from myself, I can't blame 'em when they leave." The idea that his "brokenness" is inherited from his family. That he's constantly trying to run from his own darkness and, as a result, he never expects anyone to stay.

"They say they wanna help, but they always fucking leave" and "leave me in the dark, leave me with these things. Tell me that you love me, I know all your talk is cheap"; Ghost always expects betrayal, and he never trusts anyone. Is he expecting even Price to turn on him one day too? Probably.

His own devotion causes him pain because he knows he'd follow Price to hell, even though he fully believes Price would leave him there to burn. Because everyone does.

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GUYS. DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN WRITE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FICS ON AO3

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Why write when I can just sit in the woods with Ghost in my head

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5 days, a full business week, and a second request due to tumblrs shitty support ticket system later; still no messaging tab or rights for me but I am starring and chiseling away at my WIPs. You win some you lose some, I guess.

Queue is paused and this blog is on hiatus, somehow none of my tags show up in reblogs for no fucking reason and I´m royaly pissed and really fucking disappointed. All I wanted was to engage in fandom but this hellsite wont let me for some unknowable reason. every fucking time I get creative the universe laughs at me I´m tired I´m done I´m over it wtf did I do to get shadow banned

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Autistics who use precise language are getting TORN APART in ao3 comment sections over suspicions of being AI. “No human being talks like this.” Man, autistics have been getting compared to robots about as long as robots have existed, fuck you very much!!

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Queue is paused and this blog is on hiatus, somehow none of my tags show up in reblogs for no fucking reason and I´m royaly pissed and really fucking disappointed. All I wanted was to engage in fandom but this hellsite wont let me for some unknowable reason. every fucking time I get creative the universe laughs at me I´m tired I´m done I´m over it wtf did I do to get shadow banned

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incredibly dumb incoherent thought, it’s 1:45 am and I woke up just to write this down guys mwah🎀✨

Ghost who doesn’t really know how to befriend people. while there’s downtime with the 141 when they first come together he’s silently stewing over how to get along with these people outside of work. he trusts and respects them on the job, no questions asked, but he low-key wants to actually be friends with them

Ghost who, god, begrudgingly turns to the internet to find out what guys like to do because he doesn’t have any friends. he doesn’t want to do anything too loud or around a lot of people. he thinks it’s probably too early in their… relationships? to go to a sports event as a group, maybe a pub? but he wouldn’t have much to say to them, he’d probably just drink. maybe something in a controlled environment, nothing fancy, something Simon can handle

Ghost who makes up a home repair job he has to do. something, something, yeah, his landlord is definitely an ass and won’t send someone to repair his… uh, washer? yeah— yeah, his washer and dryer are both busted. it’s really, probably, a multi person job… “Yeah, s’pose you lot could come over an’ help.”. a success. as soon as they’re all scheduled for leave Simon is racing back to his apartment before the other three get there to fuck up his appliances. he’s patting himself on the back mentally as they all crowd around the busted machines, tools and beer haphazardly scattered around the room. yeah, maybe he should break his fridge next, this is going well

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didn't forgot about these two Links

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Price and Simon stand either side of the kitchen counter and stare at the bouquet of flowers between them. They're in identical poses; palms flat on the surface, spread wide as they lean forward.

"You panicked, didn't ya?" Price asks, eyebrow rising.

"Yeah," Simon responds. "Thought if I turned up wiv nothin', you'd be offended. S'the done thing, innit?"

"An' your go to was daisies?"

"They're chrysanthemums."

"Wot?"

"Chrysanthemums," Simon repeats. "Says it on the label."

"Huh. Right, yeah." Price's fingers tap on the countertop. "Guess I, uh... should put 'em in some water."

Simon watches his captain - and date for that evening - rummage through his kitchen cupboards, eventually coming up with a pint glass that he fills with water. He grabs the bouquet and slides it inside, tugging gingerly at the plastic wrapping.

"There," Price says, presenting the still-wrapped chrysanthemums with open palms. They stand in silence for a moment longer, both with an itching anxiety under their skin.

Eventually, Price sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. He looks at Simon, who appears to be paralysed by uncertainty. In the field, Simon's looming figure is suitably intimidating for his role; he understands every part of it, and holds himself confidently.

Surrounded by domesticity, he looks every bit the awkward, introverted man he actually is at heart, unsure how to navigate the social requirements of a damned date he wants so desperately to go well. This is difficult for him. He's doing his best.

"Hey Simon. What do you call a flower that runs on electricity?"

Simon looks up, blond eyebrows tilting up and out.

"A power plant."

Simon snorts and Price watches the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. "You're pollen my leg."

Price chuckles, resting his hand over the top of Simon's on the countertop. "C'mon, s'just a pint and a curry. We've done it a hundred times before."

"Yeah." Simon rises to his full height and follows Price to the door. "I'd... uh, appreciate it if ya didn' mention the flowers t' anyone." He meant Johnny.

"S'olrigh', I'll tell 'em you rose to the occasion."

"Fuckin' 'ell..." Price can hear the grin in Simon's tone, and brushes the backs of their fingers together as he locks his front door behind them.

Before Price can walk away, Simon hooks a forefinger around his and pulls him back, tugging down the scarf around his chin. He kisses Price tenderly, lingering against his lower lip and bumping their foreheads together before he draws back.

"Kiss is meant to be at the end of night as ya walk me t' my door, an' only if you woo me well enough," Price says, smiling softly.

Simon shrugs. "I'll woo ya. Reckon we should try it our way rather 'an anyone else's from now on."

"Reckon you might be right."

The date goes well. Price doesn't mention the flowers to anyone, but he keeps them watered 'til they die a few days later.

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Ghost still needs to make sure that Soap is alive

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*sigh*

i want to make it very clear since we seem to be starting off the new year with the same fucking bullshit already;

i. do. not. tolerate. character ai.

i hate it. i hate it so fucking much. don't you fucking interact with my blog because if i see a new follower with another "i tAkE c.Ai rEquEsTs—"

FUCK OFF.

FUCK YOU AND FUCK OFF. get the fuck out of my face with that shit.

thank you and good fucking night🚮

and p.s—

PUT. YOUR. AGE. IN. YOUR. FUCKING BIO.

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