#random writer thoughts

[quietborderline]

what element type of writer are you?

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[koallawangja]

I love morally grey characters

I love morally grey main characters, everyone's so used to the do-gooder main character and I love it when people deviate from that by making their main just a generally bad person or someone who you can root for but still make you really think about if you want to root for them, or even the characters that do bad but you get it even if you wish you didn't.

Personally, I try to make all my characters morally grey. It gets really repetitive to read characters who are purely good for the sake of being good and characters who are purely evil for the sake of being evil over and over again. Having every character on the morally grey scale (even if they lean more towards one end more than the other) is so much more satisfying because then they feel human, which is ultimately what they are at the end of the day.

[writerobscura]

Post Vacation Thoughts

Since retiring, I have internally struggled as a writer.

I’m caught between writing for fun (my web serial) and this nagging need to write something producible (a screenplay.)

I gave up on name validation years ago when I took a salaried position writing hack for Warner. I have zero regrets and enjoyed 98% of the NDA-hire productions I got. Therapy, continued education, and job experience have made me capable of writing work I know is worth producing—but I dread losing my privacy.

I often joke about taking a Thomas Pynchon approach to marketing myself/work, but branding myself and promoting via social media is a deal-breaker. My mental and emotional health comes first. Regarding the internet, I still struggle to be the good person I’ve worked hard to become. I tell myself I can engage with the internet differently this time, but there’s no guarantee, and that’s scary.

I’ve had my time as a ‘paid writer,’ even if it was writing other people’s IP. Why can’t I be happy with that and remain the obscure micro-niche recluse that makes me feel good inside? I chalk it up to having no IMDB page in my current name while collecting a guild pension—this insufferable Gen-X desire for silent but deadly bragging rights.

No more thoughts from me today.

[randomnotebookthoughts]

I am truly a giggler. A laugher. A chuckler. Just somewhere in the background snickering.

[forsworned]

cw: sexual content, pnv sex, scratching, biting, marking, you being shameless as fuck about your sex life in front of the others, also not proofread

Johnny can't help but overhear the conversation you're having with Kyle about your hook-up gone wrong. About how "men just aren't men anymore", and "they don't make them like they used to". He chuckles, shaking his head as he watches his brew pour in his cup, but his ear perks up at your voice again, echoing from the hallway to the living room.

"...he literally stops me mid-stroke to whine about not scratching him! Can you believe it!" You huff, plopping down on the couch.

Kyle watches you with amusement, taking a seat next to you while he sips at his mug and glances up at Johnny. "He's unbelievable."

"And then he tells me that it hurts when I bite him!"

"Oi! Quit y'er moanin'! It's too early for allat." Simon grumbles, and you feel a touch embarrassed at his sudden outburst.

You pout. "Sorry." You apologize, deflating like a balloon on the couch and Kyle chuckles at you. He ruffles your hair to comfort you and you sigh. "You get what I mean, right?"

He nods, and then gestures for Johnny to 'solve' your little issue.

"What seems to be the problem?" Johnny leans against the counter next to Simon who is a bit vexed about being woken up to the sound of you bitching about a guy.

And then begins your tirade of how men just aren't as visceral and moonstruck by women anyone; how they've lost their passion and chivalry when it came to romance and you're starting to lose hope. Johnny pouts for you, but there's an amused look on his face.

He's so understanding. Truly, a gentleman when it comes to these sorts of things. So, it really doesn't come off as a surprise when he's offering to help you resolve 'said' problem.

Of course, you laugh in his face. You don't take him seriously. You never take him seriously.

"Up to you, obviously." He sits on the edge of your bed and you toy with the memorabilia that lines your worktable. You turn to him and he sits there looking like he got ready to fuck you.

Like no seriously, you can smell his aftershave, you can see that he's trimmed down his stubble and neatened up his disheveled mohawk. He smells like spearmint and cypress when he speaks and it's alluring to say the least.

"You're serious?" You quirk an eyebrow, fiddling with the little green toy soldier.

"As a heart attack." He smiles sincerely at you. "No pressure."

You set the toy down and silently move toward him. His baby blues never leave you as you reach out to grasp his shoulder, touch as light as a feather. Your legs straddle his hips and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist and you lean forward to place an experimental kiss to his lips.

They're soft and a bit raw. Like he's been scrubbing at them with a toothbrush for ten minutes straight and you giggle at bit.

"What?" His dark lashes flutter up at you, barely breaking the sweet kiss you've placed upon his lips.

You shake your head and smile. "Nothing." You hotly slot your lips against his and he collapses back against your bunk, easily maneuvering you against your mattress, and you feel a thrill run up your spine when he easily finds the sweet spot on your neck.

A moan easily escapes your lips, your spinal column curving as your chest presses up against his burly one. And soon your clothes are accumulating into a little pile next to your bed.

For a moment, you both analyze one another. It wouldn't be the first time you've seen Johnny naked. He shamelessly prances around the living room with his cock out because he seems to always forget his towel in his bedroom, but this is the first time you're seeing him rock hard. And fuck it's thick and veiny, uncut and weeping at the tip.

And he's sure as hell never caught a glimpse of your bare form, maybe clad in a towel, but surprisingly you've never sported a wardrobe malfunction in front of him.

"God, lassie--"

You cut him off, covering his mouth with your hand and shake your head. "I want you to show me that you're capable of fucking me right. No whining, no complaining."

He grins. "Right, just the visceral fuckin' you crave, huh?"

And that makes your pussy clench. From the minute, he enters you, you're clawing at his skin and he's groaning at the snugness of your tight wet pussy as he takes pleasure in the pain. It's addicting.

Your sharp nails against his shoulder blades, biceps, and the nape of his neck and your teeth buried in his neck as he fucks you so good. It's a deep, fast, and ravenous rhythm that makes you cum in two minutes. The orgasm he gives you is unlike any other you've experienced. Maybe because it was wrong. Using company time to fuck your teammate wasn't the best decision in the world.

But the way your body spasms, seeking purchase in his dark locks as he thrusts deep into you, getting at that sweet spot beyond that spongy area. Oh man, it's like a seventh heaven as you moan out his name.

And Johnny? Mans is on another planet. He can't even believe you're letting him fuck you. And the way you cum so quickly on his dick? He can't even hold out any longer, quickly following suit, but he's still hard. His dick molding your insides and you wipe the sweat that forms at your brow before stretching out your arms and giggling.

"Fuck, that was...that was really fun." You breathe. A grin stretches across his lips and he peeks down at the milky ring around his cock.

"Looks like ye had a lotta fun." He retorts, and you chuckle at his obvious remark.

You study the marks you've left on his body and he's more than happy to parade them around. "

"I loved it." He reassures. And he did. It was worth the two minutes, and maybe even more if you'd let him.

"Good." You grin before kissing his chin, and nipping at it. He groans in pleasure.

"Keep doin' tha' and I'm gonna have another go at ya."

You bite your lip looking at him with mischief brimming in your eyes. "Try me."

masterlist

[manincaffeine]

Staying at your parents’ house is not free it costs you your mental health

[theidlespoon]

writer culture is creating a sunshine character and then making them go through so much trauma that they're unrecognisable

[maihonhassan]

"the right doors won't open for you until you are the version of yourself that's supposed to walk through them."

— unknown

[thatstolenpayal]

ngl but if i were a boy i would have been the best boyfriend

[thewriteflame]

I listened to Abba while cleaning today and surprisingly their music makes me think of Athanian. Only like two of their songs would fit my novel at all so it's weird that it made me in the mood to edit...

Athanian: *lying around and listening to Abba breakup songs at full volume while lamenting his failed romance* Cadeyrn, his brother: Could you at least take that outside I'm trying to work here.... actually, don't, I have a reputation to uphold. Just dial it down then.

[brunchcorpse]

I think its absolutely hilarious that Dean and Castiel go through inhuman amounts of trauma over the course of a decade plus, and somehow they still arent the human x angel ship on the show that has gone through the most detrimental mind bending shit. Michael and Adam were literally trapped in hell together alone for over 1000 years and they walked out the other side healthier than Dean and Cas could ever possibly be. Iconic really

[koallawangja]

The right music can really make it break a whole writing session, which is more frustrating than it should be

[bitchcakegreen]

Let’s talk about the line “until he knows the real you, he can not possibly love you”

There’s a lot to unpack in that line because to a certain extent Eloise is talking about herself and not just Colin.

Colin does know the real Penelope. He’s the only one who truly does, maybe her lady’s mad Rae can be added to that list, but it’s really only Colin who does.

Eloise never truly knew Pen, despite their closeness and friendship prior to the LW reveal. Eloise didn’t really listen to Pen when she said she did want marriage. Eloise is and was a good friend and person, she just is a tunnel-vision focused person.

Colin, while not knowing Pen is Whistledown, does in fact know her, all of her to be more precise. That’s where the love comes from. For Eloise to not see that is pretty telling.

Eloise is somewhat shocked by realizing Pen has had feelings for her brother for a long time. This is also interesting. If Eloise had truly been paying attention she would have noticed from the jump. But again, Eloise has always been focused elsewhere. Also she’s angry because she might now believe that Pen used Eloise to get to Colin. But that again leads to Eloise having tunnel vision and not truly knowing Pen.

Don’t get me wrong. I love Eloise and I love her arc, I just need her to chill out for a movement.

[randomnotebookthoughts]

Aren’t you tired of the space between us?

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

i firmly believe simon needs someone who's very assertive in their relationship. when they have their mind set on something, it gets done. who expresses their opinions and dislike for things unapologetically, who isn't afraid to set boundaries and put him in his place with snarky quips. someone who's confident, has a fond liking for his horrible jokes, and doesn't mind his sometimes sassy attitude. who kisses him silly before they go off to work, and kisses him silly when they come back. he needs someone who's affectionate with him in small ways :( cooking together, cleaning together, and having their 'go-to' show that they refuse to watch without each other. and after seeing you during a meeting, swears that could be you :(

[manincaffeine]

i wanna build a relationship with someone who cares about "why" i've been quiet all day. not someone who gets mad cause i'm "acting different".