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They’re okay with:

Slut Shaming/Victim Blaming Survivors of Sexual Harassment, Sexual Assault/Rape.

Violent Racism That Results In Innocent Unarmed People Of Color Being Killed.

Demonizing, Oppressing, And Attacking LGBTQ People - Especially Transgender Military Personnel, Veterans, And Teenagers.

White Supremacy And Overt Racism

Rewarding Dishonest Sociopathic Sexual Predators With Lucrative Jobs.

Murderous Dictators And Viciously Insulting Our Allies.

Heartless Ruthless Xenophobia. Tearing Apart Families, Taking Children Away From Their Parents And Never Returning Them Traumatizing The Entire Family.

Lying About Everything And Breaking The Law To Get What They Want.

If you don’t vote it’s going to get much worse, it could get so bad it can’t be fixed in your lifetime and the lives of others including your children will be ruined. Don’t blame the rest of us if you wont get out and vote.

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This isn't a short story, it's a novel. It's going to be stashed in my pile of prompts and ideas...

A woman is reincarnated as the daughter of her murderer.

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this is a callout post  —-

keep writing

keep drawing

keep building up your OCs backstories

keep creating

continue putting yourself out there

fuck others opinions of what you’re doing

do YOU do what makes YOU happy

do it for yourself first and the results will follow

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hi writeblr 🥀

I’m Juni. French (but fluent in both english and french since my dad’s english), 19, a lesbian and an avid reader. I write almost exclusively about LGBT people. I don’t really know how to start this post so I’ll begin by talking about my wips and what i plan on posting.

my main wips:  Neomanity: A futuristic sci-fi about scientist playing god and an exploration of human rights and power imbalances. Memento Mori: A scifi horror about the vast expanse of space and how isolated we are. Fireflies and Empty Skies: A realistic WLW story about mental illness, loss and understanding oneself. Ouroboros (or Where Flowers Grow): A futuristic fantasy set at the end of the world where nothing makes sense. Pierce the Clouds: A fantasy story about a world where dragons are bigger than mountains and very, very angry at humans. Carved by Storms [Title in Progress]: A fantasy story about witchcraft and the complex ethical questions that such power brings around. 

what i intend to post:  Wordbuilding: I spend a lot of time on worldbuilding. Probably more than necessary. So I’ll be posting my notes, ideas, etc. here as well as my resources. Tips: I’ve been writing for almost a decade by now and I’ve started accumulating tips and tricks that I’d love to share. Most of them aren’t original, of course. And I’ll reblog those I find interesting. My WIPs/OCs: I’m going to use this to log my progress as well as share ideas, bits and pieces of what I’ve written etc.  Occasional Reviews: Maybe I’ll post some reviews of books I’ve read and other people’s works in the community (if asked). Pictures of my cat: Because she deserves it. And who knows, maybe I’ll post short stories if I ever manage to not make them 100 pages long.

if you find any of this interesting and think it might be right up your alley, feel free to follow me, reach out to me, chat about your stories with me (and vice versa) and all that jazz. I’m excited to join this community! I follow / follow back from @ mama-juni (empty main blog)!

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OC Moodboards 2/∞: Kamin Utsumi

Dreamcast: Ryûnosuke Kamiki

He’s a free-spritied, rebellious member of a traditional Japanese family and the oldest of two brothers.

Kamin’s life changes forever when his father files divorce from his mother and leaves the family behind forever. Overwhelmed by the responsibility put on his shoulders, he leaves his home to escape to America. He finds not only solace, but friendship. And eventually, love.

“Em, keep your head up. That guy is a fucking asshole. I’ll kick his ass into next week.” “Promise?” “Promise.”

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Definitely! I've got another one coming out today and I hope I get some questions asked about them. 😉

@ other writers with pinterest boards for their ocs

do you ever wonder what peole assume about your characters based on their pinterest boards alone?

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me: finally! all done making my characters. Now, I can actually write the story!

an entirely new character that has no place or purpose in this story:

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a writing goal: being one person’s favorite writer and/or creating one person’s Favorite Book

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Your story is great, your characters are amazing, and you are a talented writer

I am so proud of you

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aug 18, 2018 1:30 am

I feel like giving up. I say this all the time about everything, but I do. Progress is too slow for me sometimes. I feel like expect myself to go at the pace of a greyhound. In reality, I'm slower than a snail.

I still have ideas. I churned out a decent paragraph for 6000 yesterday, but I don't think that this chapter will be done for a long time. My research opportunity for this project is (unsurprisingly) slipping away. As much as I want to, I can't get my information secondhand.

In other news, my poetry class starts next week. I have that to look forward to and I'm hoping maybe my first anthology will be complete by the end of 2019 at the latest. It's really exciting.

It's not all bad. Remember that.

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OC Moodboard 1/∞: Emily Tyson

Dreamcast: Willa Holland

A single mother who has done it all:. She’s raised a beautiful eight-year-old daughter, graduated college, and worked hard for a successful career. She’s got a great support system and nothing standing in her way, except one thing: a dark past.

It’s been staring her in the face for almost nine years. It’s prevented her from getting the only thing she hasn’t yet received: true love and a father figure for her daughter. She ends up going on an epic journey to a place she’s never been, finding herself traveling along that special someone the entire time.

“Something told me that you’re the one. Maybe it’s your brother egging me on, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I love you. My daughter loves you, and we’ll do every damn thing we can to make sure you stay.”

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It slips through a portal that drops it into a bubbling creek in the Appalachians.

It flows along south to an Indian reserve, amongst people riding in innertubes and signs it or its owner could never read.

It fumbles down to forest again.

A bear finds this white, cotton object quite amusing and picks it up. It, the object, a sock, dries on a log outside of the bear's home cave.

When the bear hiberantes, the sock is cuddled like a stuffed animal in the bear's warm fur.

It's okay that you lost it, it's in a loving home now.

Write about the journey your sock goes on after it disappears from the dryer.

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That feeling when you Wrote A Thing and you’re really proud of it rb if u agree

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jul 27, 2018 4:41 am

Sorry for the hiatus, but I am back. I don't think I have any followers on this account so who cares? Well, I do.

I'm not asking for followers. I'm using this account to keep track of my writing. I want to see how much progress I make on my work over time. And boy, I've made a lot!

Since March, I have:

Re-wrote my entire poetry-novel thing

Turned said thing to just a novel

Decided to add said poems to said novel in different ways

Wrote some new poems and sent two of them off to lit mags and haven't heard the verdict yet

Completed my intro to creative writing class and loved it (I finished this in May so it's a late and also kind of lame update)

Registered for a "intermediate poetry" class

Wrote a kind of half-assed short story after a bout of insomnia (below this post)

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Marie woke up bright and early on a Monday morning. It wasn't a day that she felt would be significant. Her wife, a lawyer, was naturally at work already; sifting through files with a cup of coffee. Marie was definitely the homebody out of the two. She was a seamstress and also caretaker of their beautiful garden: she was admittingly more of the latter.

Their garden was the crown jewel of both their front and backyards. It was full of violets and roses and peonies; lilies and marigold, and lavender. Black-eyed Susans and petunias lined the edge of a winding cobblestone path, which led to their koi pond with pink, flowered lilypads.

Marie was shocked to find the roses browning. She dropped her shovel as the plants drooped down at record speed. She ran down the stone path, looking toward the flowers, begging to awaken herself from this nightmare, only to stop at the pond.

The calico colored fish were belly up: dead. Marie almost fainted. The stench of dead filled her nose and she had to turn back.

"I guess I better get the net instead", she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, her wife, Amy, had a totally different problem. She wasn't at work. She woke up, even earlier than normal to drive to a swanky apartment close her work. She never found herself at all attracted to the idea of being wealthy, even though she chose to study law. She used to love dirt under her fingernails. She used to love hiking and exploring the world. These things attracted her to Marie, but now, at thirty-five, she found herself aching and covering her eyes at the sun.

She flinched at Marie's touch, and when brought raising a family, the younger Marie wagged her finger.

"I don't think I can be a parent."

It was always something they said they'd talk about later, later never happened. Amy wasn't going to wait until menopause to try for a child because deep down, she knew she wanted to carry it. She was losing time. And at this apartment was someone who could give her a child. And not just one, two, maybe even three. Not only that, but he could provide with everything she ever needed. She'd never have to work again. It also helped that he was insanely hot, well, to her, anyway.

She finally solidified their relationship after he was one of her clients in a divorce case. They almost immediately started an affair following the finalization. Day and night, all hours, any time they could meet, they talked about everything and really agreed on it. Even though her heart was in the arms of another person, Amy still didn't want to leave Marie alone.

That is, until she woke up that morning and drove to that apartment, walked in the door, and was greeted by him, Richard. Richard knelt down on one knee and asked the question of a lifetime.

"Will you marry me?"

Amy tried to hesitate. She wanted to hesitate, but she couldn't anymore. It was all for real now.

"Yes!"

The second Amy slipped her new ring on her finger, the flowers died.

Marie tried with all her might to save her garden, but she couldn't. It was dead and gone, just like her marriage. When Amy asked for a divorce via text, it all made sense to her.

When the garden grew, so did their relationship. Ever since Marie started her garden with a single lavender plant in a vase in their dorm room together, it happened. When Amy cried to her about having to hide her sexuality, it grew taller. When they moved to New York and bought their house, the flowers were brighter and more vibrant. On their wedding day, they married in the garden. On their wedding day, the scent of lavender was so calming and so strong that strangers came by begging to purchase a plant.

The garden had been slowly declining in the past few years. They were married happily for three years before it all started. Before it all went to shit: their marriage and their garden.

Marie didn't respond to the message. She sobbed amongst the dead flowers and empty pond. The picket fence showed the whole neighborhood the disaster, her disaster, her life.

The fence rattled and Marie covered her eyes, thinking it was Amy waiting to ask in person. Instead, it was a young woman in a barista's uniform.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" She asked Marie as she reached for her hand.

"Uh... Yeah, I'm fine." She took the woman's hand reluctantly.

The flowers began to bloom again.

When you and your spouse got married, you planted a small garden in commemoration of your love. Over the years you have begun to notice that whenever the garden is thriving your relationship is amazing and loving, and when it wilts you get in fights and don’t talk to each other. One day while your wife is away you see the flowers have completely rotted.

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mar 10 2018 8:45 p.m.

i am making progress! after a relaxing spring break, i have started on what i hope is my first published piece.

let's just say it's a novel written in poetry.

yes, you can do that. use your creative ideas; nothing is ever too abstract.