#Leave The Rest

[garnet-butterfly]

I have found some fantastic craft videos on YouTube lately. I'm a firm believer that 90% of all writing advice is exactly the same, but how it's verbalized/categorized/synthesized is way more important to it clicking with you.

I have found a person that clicks. Nothing they are saying is new information to me, but it was broken down in a way that helped me overcome a mental block I had been having for WEEKS! So anyway. . . here is a link to her YouTube channel.

Happy writing.

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Rest Stop

-

Come to me in silence.

Let me lick your wounds,

And take the weight off

Your tired shoulders.

Find meaning here,

As I brush your hair.

Comb the responsibility

Out from the root.

You can come to me in silence,

So long as you leave me

Free.

x

[artemisswan]

I didn't get to watch the game live tonight cause I am at work so I could only check the play by play and Tumblr.

It's sad it went all the way to a shoot out cause the Sirens could have used the regulation points, but at the same time it's doubtful these two teams will have regularion finishes unless theres some crazy circumstances going on.

There is a rivalry between these teams. I don't know if it started last season, but I would say if it didn't it definitely started when the Sirens took that first win after the Frost raised their championship banner.

[random-xpressions]

Stop beating yourself to things that are beyond your control. You tried your best within your limited capacities and that's that - you can't change the world. There's a point at which destiny looks straight into your eyes and says: 'here, you've done your part, now the rest is on me!'

Random Xpressions

[russenoire]

for all the autistic folks in the notes struggling with the first bullet point:

if you can identify your own emotions, do you always tell people exactly what you're feeling when asked? why or why not? neurotypical people don't have a monopoly on not being Absolute Emotional Open Books. you might also have reasons for not sharing your feelings with people. mine your own experience!

if you can't identify your emotions easily... what does 'mad' or 'sad' feel like to you, physically? does your face feel hot? body feel like it's going to explode or melt? are you shaking? does your stomach hurt a bit? reading lists of common body sensations associated with emotional experience may help.

it can be intensely frustrating when people don't say what they mean. lean the fuck into that frustration and write it into the dialogue.

you can absolutely use your own emotional experience as a reference for writing character moments. or characters you relate to, or people you're really comfortable around.

it's just play! if the rewritten scene doesn't feel right either, try something else. your effort isn't wasted here.

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.

[bajaja-blast]

you dislike Luke Castellan because he disagreed with an oppressive government system and actually took action to change the abusive ways him and his peers have been forced to follow for millennia.

I dislike Luke Castellan because in the Titans Curse he manipulated Annabeth, who he raised as his little sister, into holding up the sky, the FUCKING sky, for over 20 hours and had the audacity to walk away as though he was completely apathetic towards it while she begged and pleaded with him to help her.

we are not the same.

[morganbritton132]

The first time Wayne meets Steve Harrington, he is nine years old and it's Career Day.

Every year a bunch of people crowd into the gym to tell the kids what they do for a living. This year, Wayne drew the short straw and was sent to represent the plant he works at.

He wasn't expecting his measly poster board to attract a lot of attention compared to the other booths with their models and hangouts. So, it's a little surprising when a kid with big eyes and wild hair marches straight up to him and asks, "What do you do?"

"Plant work."

The kid tilted his head, "Like a gardener?"

"More like an electrician."

The kid stood up a little straighter. His eyes went a little wider the way that his nephew's eyes do when he was interested in something, "Like lightbulbs and wires?"

"Yeah," Wayne answered, and then was immediately assaulted by a series of questions.

The questions were specific like the kid had read a book on electrical work but hadn't quite wrapped his head around it. It made Wayne think of Eddie, many miles away with Al, and all his many weird special interests. He smiled but then the kid asked, "But what if you can't turn the electricity off first? Will you die? I'm Steve, by the way."

"Hi, Steve," Wayne said and then made it very clear, "You should not be messing with any wires without adult supervision. It's very dangerous and you can get hurt."

Steve just huffed at that and then ran off when he saw Mr. Hagan at his booth. He was giving out toothbrushes.

Wayne doesn't think much of that kid after he leaves the school. He doesn't have much reason to until there's a loud insistent knocking on his front door an hour after he got off shift a couple days later.

"...What are you doing here?"

"Hi, I'm Steve. We met before..." The kid said, fidgeting when Wayne just stared at him bewildered. "I asked Mrs. Byers at Melvards where you live. I see you there sometimes."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and Steve rushed, "I need a grown up with super-vision."

This was how Wayne found himself on Saturday morning in the front hall of the painfully empty Harrington household. Steve was beckoning him along and showing him a burnt outlet. He gave Wayne a very serious look, "I need help fixing it."

"Why don't you wait until your parents get back from...?"

"No!" Steve snapped at him. "I'm in charge! Dad said that I have to take care of the house and, and-"

"I don't think he was referring to something like this, kid."

"Yes, he was!" Steve insisted. "Cause I - 'Cause I told him that the lights were flickering when Mama called and he said to figure it out so. So, I got you. That's deli-gate-tion."

And that was how Wayne found himself standing in the Harrington basement with a flashlight and a kid with a death grip on his pant leg. Wayne was looking at the marks on the breaker box where the kid clearly tried to pry it open with a screwdriver when Steve tugged on his leg, "Can you see inside it with your super vision?"

Jesus, Wayne thought and then dedicated the rest of his day to showing this kid exactly why he should not be messing around with electrical wires and maybe. Just maybe, inspiring a future electrician. 

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[pangur-and-grim]

I feel like I’ve reached the end of my own personal house episode. like alright, the chronic anemia and indigestion are celiac. the aching joints are psoriatic arthritis. the sore throat and swollen lymph nodes are mono. understandable, now we can work on all that.

[aerialworms-art]

Lifespans.

(ID under cut)

[Image ID: A three-way venn diagram floating against a starfield. The circles are coloured; one yellow, one light blue, one a darker shade of blue. The yellow is the smallest, the two blue ones over double its size, with the darker blue the biggest. The yellow is half covered by the two blue circles, while it takes up a small amount of the two blues. The centre overlap between all three is labelled "the precious few years we three were together".

There is very little overlap between the yellow and the darker blue without the lighter blue.

The work is signed 'aerialworms'./End ID]

[michaels-two-dads]

You know with Tommy coming out as “probably bi” I would normally love to make a “damn nobody want him fr” joke however unfortunately he both has a girlfriend and is married to his gay best friend and thus gets more bitches than I ever will

[coffeexxcigarettes]

And if the echoes of music I can't seem to forget has taught me anything,

It's that life will continue to stumble on.

Through the chaos and guilt,

The heavy, bloodied burdens,

Chaining us to this earth,

Ripping into our flesh and changing our very shapes-

No longer the same as when your mother held you.

Much more twisted,

Broken and gnarled.

The clock will continue to tick in the silence,

Brushing your teeth in the dark,

Catching glimpses of the monster in that damned mirror,

That pitiful, disgraceful mirror-

Not even peace can comfort the broken.

No amount of kindness can save the damned.

I will always hunger for love,

Like holding the edge of a porcelain sink in your hands,

Until your knuckles turn just as white,

Until it cracks and begins to shatter,

And give way beneath your greed-

Always staring back at the bottomless pit inside yourself,

In pictures, in mirrors, in reflections,

The music continues to echo.

Take aim at me for once.

..I'm not a good person.

But life will continue to stumble on,

Whether or not I can get better is something I have yet to learn.

[copypastus]

Day 6 of @tamlinweek - Spy / Warband

"Prototect your borders Tamlin!" "No, not from us, Tamlin!"

Tam when the Night Court presents him with another 'damned if you do, damned if you don't'.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Jason blinked in surprise at the image that had been added to their groupchat. He recognized that face. In fact, you could say he knew it very intimately now.

After debating for a moment, he sent a reply. “I think I may have found ‘em”

“Do you still have a visual?”

Jason’s gaze flicked to the figure. Still asleep in bed next to him.

“…yes”

[clone-futon]

Basically Kid in every movie when it comes to action scenes

[shushmal]

Steve bites back a sigh when he sees a hand waving just out of the corner of his eye, trying to grab his attention from where Steve's gazing pitifully at his drink. The club is loud, music blasting, and maybe it's a little pathetic for Steve to be at his place of work on his day off, but Robin's behind the bar and he gets free drinks. Unfortunately, the kind of guys who frequent his workplace are usually the opposite of Steve's type.

So, he's prepared, for when he looks up, to gently let down whatever club boy who's decided to shoot their shot with him tonight. They all start to look the same to him: bleached hair, glitter, crop tops and low riding pants. Men who are too much like Steve to be what Steve's looking for.

When he looks up, however, his eyes go a little wide and his lips part from around the straw against his tongue.

"Hi!" yells the guy, long hair, long legs, long fingers. He's wearing way too much leather and denim for this place, and he must be boiling under that jacket. "W-would you like to dance?"

Steve takes a longer moment to take him in: his shoulders hunched up around his ears, fingers twisting his hair nervously, eyes big and brown and beautiful.

Straightening from where he's been hiding against the wall, Steve steps up into the guy's space, watches his eyes go bigger and his face go pink. He's perfect.

"I'm Steve," he says, leaning in so he can be heard over the music. "And you don't look like the kind of guy who dances."

"Oh, I'm not," the guy says, eyes flicking around Steve's face, dropping to Steve's chest, to his thighs and back up again. "Um, sorry. I'm Eddie."

Steve grins. "Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Eddie's mouth quirks up, an giddy, boyish smile. "P-pleasure's mine," he says. "And I may be terrible at it, but I'd love to dance with you. If you'd like."

"I would like," Steve tells him. He holds out his hand, feels his heart flutter when Eddie takes it. "I'd like that very much."