#WOE!!!!

[puck-heaven-now]

what they don't tell you is the moment you have the bare minimum of what can be called a social life you will be forced to miss what's really important in life (hockey games)

[ebitenpura]

the problem with liking castlevania on here is you either get flooded by NFCV or you can only find a handful of gifs of the games from 10 years ago on a deactivated account

[nondelphic]

sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

[i-will-write]

what they don’t tell you about writing is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

tumblr the app u can't just swallow my posts about Santa commiting adultery on Mrs Claus this is censorship

[noodles-and-tea]

Stupid thing that made me laugh

[the-blind-geisha]

Made this as a joke when bestie commented her writing fairy must have visited me to get me to pump out 3K words tonight.

[soaked-doors]

it’s that time of year again

[ninamodaffari]

five hundred and thirty people laid off from riot. We aren't even one month into 2024.

there is no security in the work within game development. My dad would tell me 'just work hard, be essential and earn your place' but that isn't how it is anymore. You could be the best, most amazing artist, as so many of my friends who were laid off were, and it doesn't matter. They will get rid of you just as easily. I don't even know what to feel anymore, but as someone who had been laid off in the past, I cannot convey how devastating it is to have your life uprooted just like that.

[mxanigel]

reblog to tell the person you reblogged this from that what they create is wonderful

[drop--pop--candy]

indie rpgs if they were WOKE

TRANSGENDERTALE

GAY THE PRINCESS

WOKE SHOT

IN STARS AND TIME

[gongyussy]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[watermotif]

[nondelphic]

i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

[i-will-write]

writing isnt even like a hobby to me anymore its just that theres images trapped in my head and if i dont get them out fast enough they start rotting in there and stinking up the place