#writter problems

[sa-sa-blogger]

Lắng nghe trái tim nhưng không quên lý trí. Dù cảm xúc có mạnh mẽ đến đâu, em vẫn cần đặt ra những câu hỏi quan trọng: “Ai là người thực sự muốn xây dựng tương lai cùng em? Ai khiến em cảm thấy được yêu thương, tôn trọng và an toàn?”

Lời nói có thể ngọt ngào, nhưng hành động mới là điều chứng minh bản chất thật sự.

Nếu em thấy lạc lối, hãy tạm gác lại cả hai và dành thời gian tự hỏi mình thật sự muốn gì. Đôi khi, câu trả lời nằm trong chính sự bình yên của em, không cần ai khác.

Em không cần vội vàng quyết định. Những người thật lòng sẽ sẵn sàng chờ đợi em. Hãy chọn người khiến em cảm thấy là chính mình, được trân trọng và không bao giờ phải nghi ngờ.🌿

From: sa-sa-blogger - (Cre,please)

[lunaissabella]

The Kyman Week re-ignsted the Kyman flame in my heart, and I have no one (technically cus my beta is busy) to share my ideas with...

So nobody (aka my beta) can stop me from writing everything 😈😈 problem is there's like a million ideas at the same time and I nobody to blame but myself

[lucylichtenweg]

Me: *writing a 3k fanfiction*

Me: easy, one day and it's ready

Me: *writing a 3k paper for uni*

Me: I only have a week? I can't do it! Impossible!

[dread-red-queen]

This is me, but more like 6/10 when I upload coz while I might think the plot is good, it probably isnt as awesome as I think and I know my grammar is terrible. The joys of having no beta reader, then once its up I realise I'm not that good a writer and I use the term raised eyebrow to much and need to be put out of my misery. XD

Me, before posting a chapter on AO3: Wow. This is really good. The syntax, the inner turmoil, the grammar. Impeccable. 10/10

Me as soon as the chapter is live: yeah, no. I deserve to be shot.

[women--are--amazing]

World building is so annoying sometimes. Not in the sense that the research, character writing, history, map making, or creating of new cultures that takes a lot of time and energy doing is annoying. No, that's the fun part of world building. What's annoying is when you accidentally expand too much on a group of side characters and plot points that are not important to the story , and probably would only be mentioned once when writing the story, to the point that you know more about them than you do the actual main characters of said story.This has happened to me multiple times and is very annoying to deal with when it comes to writing.

I had a comic idea where it's the modern world but some people can control one of the elements (very avatar like I know) and the main plot was set in an academy for those gifted people to train, the main story was going to follow this girl who was trying to get revenge for her family, a very simple and very easy to follow plot.

The problem? When writing the love interest for said girl I gave them a sister who was in a Jpop idol trio led by a mixed girl. Which led to me writing more about the idol.Which led to me wanting to know how her experience with being mixed would affect her chances of becoming an idol. Which led to me making it so that the love interest sister (who was at most a side character that would have been mentioned a handful of times) and the members of her idol group has more plot written about them than the main character whose character design hasn't even been finalized.

The idol group's name is Exotic and the lead singer is Japanese American, their third member is an Albino Korean-Japanese and the love interest sister has vitiligo and is Chinese-Japanese, and I still don't know the main antagonist name.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

POV:

Your brain is filled with so many story ideas, you can't decide what to do first, and you intend to do them all while you've got the time. And so you've resorted to letting Fate decide...

Let's see who gets written first... Shall we?

Any guesses?

[midnight-stalker]

Me when I finally get an original idea to write a about:

[bookishtheaterlover7]

This is hard😅😭

[insidetheerings]

me in front of my computer trying to remember what i plotted in my head while rotting in bed

[fluff-lover]

Quick reminder for those who read fanfics:

You cant control the plot, only the writer does. And if the fic takes a turn you didn’t like, just stop reading it. There’s no excuse to send hate to the author, or to ask them to rewrite their work!

I understand that maybe you liked the fic and you wanted to finish reading it, but if it doesn’t make you happy anymore, like a book you lost interes in, then just stop reading (?), don't take your frustration our on the author.

Also, you don’t have to explain why you’re not readind it anymore, especially if no one asked you. There’s no need to be rude to the writter.

Damn, it's like some of you need to go back to kindergarden!

[theotherwoman-emily]

~Good Characteristics~

Abundant•Blunt•Generous•Polite•Affectionate•Gentle•Pretty

Altruistic•Good Friend•Protective•Ambitious•Good Leader•Quickthinker•Appreciative•Grateful•Rational•

Irrational •Athletic•Hardworking•Realistic•Aware•Helpful

Respectful•Brave•Honest•Responsible•Calm•Hopeful•

Self-Reliant•Candid•Humility•Self-Respect•Carefree

Humorous•Selfless•Caring•Independent•Serious•Cautious

Innocent•Sincere•Cheerful•Integrity•Smart•Compassionate

Kind•Social•Confident•Loving•Speaks their mind•

Cooperative•Loyal•Spirited•Courteous•Magnanimity•

Strong•Creative•Maternal•Strong-willed•Decisive•Mature

Supportive•Depenable•Modest•Sweet•Determined•Neat

Thoughtful•Devoted•Obedient•Tolerant•Disciplined•

Open-minded•Tough•Easy-Going•Optimistic•Trustworthy•

Enthusiastic•Organized•Understanding•Ethical•Passionate•

Unintimidated•Fair•Patient•Unpredictable•Faithful•Peaceful•

Unpretentious•Fearless•Perceptive•Vivacious•Focused•

Perseverant•Witty•Forgiving•Persuasive•Work-Oriented•

Youthful•Friendly•Pleasent

[sa-sa-blogger]

Bình yên là khi ngoảnh lại những năm tháng đã qua, thấy gập ghềnh chông gai lởm chởm. Thế mà mình vẫn còn ngồi đây với một vài vết xước nhỏ đã phai màu.

[kiestrokes]

[totallyanopossum]

Peter x y/n, well behaved quiet girl x class problem boy, roommate, awkward,cute

Why You ?

WC:1.9k

Link to story master post

Part 1, Roommates

The curse of being the well behaved quiet girl in class who always gets seated next to the worst behaving guy in hopes of calming them, strikes again as she is seated next to Peter King. Luckily he doesn't show up to English class too often, and it's the only one with double desks.

She keeps her head down and keeps interactions to a minimum, telling him the page number, giving him a pen, or one time whispering the answer when he was called on.

Sometimes she feels him staring at her but she doesn't dare look up and meet his harsh gaze. Even though out of curiosity she does look at him from afar, either in the hall or lunch room. She can't deny that she's got a thing for his goth look, if only he wasn't so scary, if only she hadn't seen him beat so many people to a pulp.

Now she can't even be free of him, she's seated next to him and now paired up with him for a project in history. Great, now they have to actually interact and spend time one on one.

She can't escape the guy she's scared of but also has a slight crush on, fan-fucking-tastic.

Luckily it doesn't take long to settle things, 2 quick meetings, the first to divide work, the second to put their pieces together. To her surprise he quality checks her work, usually that's what she does, but whatever he looks cute reading. How his hair falls to the front while he looks down at her paper, and how he blows at the hair but that only temporarily moves it aside, and how after a few attempts of blowing at it he mumbles slightly annoyed and runs his finger through his hair brushing it all back.

This keeps happening all year getting paired together, but the repetition has calmed her anxieties about being near him, like some kinda weird exposure therapy. He's not so bad, at least not to her and that's what counts in her book. But that doesn't mean she'll never admit her crush to him, he tolerates her right now and doesn't want to risk that, plus the rumor is Peter doesn't date so no real point in exposing her feelings.

Peter 🔗🔪

I need a place to stay the night. 9:25pm

What's your address?? 9:28pm

9:30pm. What? Why ask me,

ask one of your friends

You're the only one who 9:35pm

tolerates me

9:39pm Okay fine, text when

you get here

She can't believe she's agreed to this, can't believe she's his only option, but she can't leave him out in the cold. Asking for help probably wasn't easy for him.

She cleans up a bit, getting her dirty clothes off the floor, putting her dishes in the washer, and putting on some pants. The place is still messy but only so much can be done, so this is fine.

Peter 🔗🔪

I'm here 10:15Pm

She goes to the door, has a moment of hesitation as she gets hit with a wave of anxiety, but it's too late to jump ship now.

She opens the door, and wow she's never seen him look so not him. Yeah he's got the right outfit and stuff but he's lacking the imposing, aggressive, confidence. He looks like a wet dog that's very upset it was washed, you know the sad defeated eyes look.

Y/N- “ come in”

Peter- “ thanks”

Even his voice sounds defeated, what the hell happening. Wait, is he actually wet, oh not in my house.

Y/N- “ shoes off and why are you wet?”

He complies, taking off his shoes, it takes a while with all the buckles. He sees she's still waiting for an answer, he doesn't want to talking about it, he already hates that he's had to ask for her help and look so pathetic in front of her.

Peter- “ hose, it's clean water”

Y/N- “ okay, come on, follow”

He follows her to the bathroom, where she gives him a towel and tells him to strip. Wow, when did she get so confident.

Y/N- “ brb i'll bring you some clothes”

Luckily she likes oversized clothes to chill around the house in, there just so much cozier. So she has some things that will fit him, well mostly, she has to hem her pants because they are all too long so Peter will just have to deal with that.

When she gets back to the bathroom she didn't expect to see a shirtless Peter struggling to remove his wet jeans with her towel draped over his head. She just hopes she didn't freeze and stare at him too long.

Y/N- “ here these should fit”

Peter- “ thanks”

She leans against the wall in the hall waiting for him to come out. He finally does.

Peter- “umm the boxers, you got a bf or ex, who's underwear am I wearing?”

Y/N- “ mine, their comfortable, nice to wear around the house”

He's glad he's not wearing some other dude's underwear, but knowing he's wearing her’s is a bit more unsettling to his nerves in a whole new way.

She grabs his wrist to see if he's cold, and he is still a bit too cold for her liking. She doesn't want him to get sick, partly for her own benefit but also out of concern for him.

Y/N- “ do you drink tea or you want hot chocolate?”

Peter- “no i don't need anything”

Y/N- “ this is an either or question, your getting a hot drink, pick”

Peter- “ hot chocolate”

He follows and watches as she gets the kettle going, gets out 2 cups and starts scooping different powders into them. The kettle whistles and she flicks her jacket's sleeve down to cover her hand, using it as a heat pad to grab the kettle, how odd and cute using her sleeve instead of the readily available pot holders. She pours the water and stirs, he recognizes her focused look, the same look she has when she's working on a doodle in her notebook. There was one of her drawings he really liked and wanted as a tattoo but couldn't ask.

Y/N- “ it's ready”

He joins her at the counter and takes the cup pushed in his direction. He doesn't know why she's insisted on giving him a hot drink but he's not gonna say no. With her current assertive attitude he's not sure how well saying no to her would go and doesn't wanna risk it. She's welcomed him into her home so last minute after, he's trying to remember his manners right now.

Peter- “ thanks,... this is nice”

Y/N- “your welcome”

They have their drinks in awkward silence, she doesn't push him to say what's happened and risk angering him and he doesn't want to admit what happened and make himself so vulnerable.

Y/N- “ so do you a place to say for the night or a few days”

Peter- “ Oh umm, I don't wanna be a bother just the night”

Y/N- “ If you need to stay a few days it's okay really”

She knows what it's like to have nowhere to go and back then she had no one to call or turn to, so now that she is on the other side she won't turn him out no matter how much it hurts his pride to ask for help.

She walks around the counter to stand face to face with him and musters all her courage.

Y/N- “you don't have to explain and I won't ask but if you have no place to go, no place safe you'll stay here, and that's also not a question”

Hearing her voice crack as she speaks, how she's getting emotional over this, and is starting to tear up makes him panic a bit, he has no clue how to soothe someone who's crying, only know how to make them cry.

Peter- “ I'll stay, thank you”

Y/N- “good”

She grabs a blanket and pillow from her room and gets the couch made up for him, luckily the couch is long so he should be able to lay down without his feet hanging over the edge.

He stands back out of the way, she looks cute going about fixing things up for him. She takes so much care in every task, he's never had someone fluff a pillow for him, hell he's never done that for himself.

She's walking all about taking care of things so he decides to pick up after himself and take care of his wet clothes. He fishes all his stuff from the pockets and hangs his clothes over the shower curtain rod. Finding his camel pack the urge to smoke hits hard.

Peter- “ umm Y/N should I step out or?”

He holds up the cigarette pack to back up his vague words.

Y/N- “ there's a small balcony over here”

She pulls back the thick black out curtains revealing the screened in balcony that was completely hidden prior. She slides open the door and waves him over.

He steps out and goes to close the door behind him but she stops him, placing her hand next to his on the door. This closeness makes them lock eyes, both a bit unnerved and having a rush of feelings one wants to deny and the other is struggling to recognize.

Both jerk their hands away from the door and look in opposite directions, trying to clear away whatever had just flooded through them. A moment of awkward silence does the trick.

Y/N- “ I don't mind the smell, you can keep the door open”

Peter- “ really most find it disgusting, I'm not ever sure I like it”

Y/N- “ i umm, i don't really have memories of my father but I remember what he smelled like, gold camel cigarettes. I associate the smell with safety, home, love…. Yeah I'm messed up I'll just let you be”

She walks off cursing herself for oversharing such a personal thing. Oh I must have sounded crazy, fuck. She tries to distract herself from her stupid mind by gathering some supplies for him, hairbrush, toothbrush, hair ties, ect.

He's amazed she likes the smell, but secretly kinda glad, most people make disgusted or judgmental faces when he smokes, but she associates it with such sweet things. He doesn't want to like her, doesn't want to have a crush and have all those confusing vulnerable feelings but knowing she likes things about him is tallied in the good column in case he ever gets over his fear of vulnerability.

While he's coming back from the balcony he sees her placing a pile of things on the coffee table.

Y/N- “ for you, some essentials”

Peter- “ your really good at this whole hosting thing”

She gives him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, it looks more sad than anything else. He wonders why? What's the reason she's so emotional about having him stay?

Y/N- “ well it's late I'm gonna go to bed, you need anything else”

Peter- “ phone charger”

Y/N- “ Look through the cords around the lamp one should work”

She had her own system of organizing so cords she would need when on the couch are kept around the base of the standing lamp next to the couch.

Y/N- “ good night peter”

Peter- “ good night Y/N”

[chalamet-hl]

Timmothée ✨🎨

[idril-la-wiccan]

Why do we story writers, no matter if we're making fanfictions or original works, have this urge to make our blorbos suffer ?

I have been asking myself this question for years and I have yet to find an answer, personally...