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sorry I forgot i'm alive Can you please repeat the question.
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nat doing nat thingz
#yessss#natasha romanoff#black widow#I know this is Nat but this could also be passable as Murphy (I mean Murphy did dye her hair partly out of admiration for Nat)#Murph would definitely do this#she sleeps with a knife under her pillow
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Write the bonkers, unhinged, weird idea that you think no actual person will like. Because guess what? You're an actual person, and you liking it still counts.
#the fact that DF started out with any dignity at all#now weâre at âMurphy needs a backpack with a leashâ levels of unhinged#Ward is threatening to unleash Murphy on the evil masses like sheâs a rabid gremlin who hasnât eaten in weeks
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Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (2022-08-21)
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Friends with benefits who have banned kissing to keep things from getting complicated, fucking face to face, they're breathing each other's air, they both want it, they're so close.
Yeah, I love that trope.
#reblogging this for no reason whatsoever#totally nothing to do with my writing#nope#maybe just an idea#df
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Hi! Have you posted your story on here/AO3? Iâd love to read it, Iâve been itching for some Grant Ward appreciation đ
Thank you for your interest, itâs really encouraging!!!! Dumpster Fire is still mostly in my noggin, but fragments of it are scattered in places like my Tumblr drafts, Scrivener, gdocs, and about a half a dozen other places I can write and then forget exist. DF still has a ways to go. I promise Iâm still working on it, and I hope to finish it before I die. (My friends do, too.)
I will continue to write and share bits of it here (I will try to do this more often). I also hint at things through the stuff I reblog.
I can, however, promise the story contains lots of Grant Ward appreciation and deprecation because heâs great and terrible and I love him as a character (although heâs not my favorite) and I love trashing him, but, like, affectionately. And also because there are some things about him that need serious addressing. Iâve also taken some creative liberties with his character that I feel add more depth while also staying true to who he is in the show. (Heâs a big reader. Like Rory Gilmore big. Almost always has a book on him. And in my head heâs also Sapiosexual?)
ANYWHO. I can literally talk about Dumpster Fire for hours, so without further ado, hereâs a flashback to Wardâs academy days (when he was around 21/22)Â featuring his adversary/best friend/eventual enemy/eventual love interest!
Grant keeps his dorm room in the Academy of Operations immaculate. He lays against the pillows atop a plain gray comforter on a decade-old bed that creeks. He sits up, a book heâd read twice through dog-eared and closed with care.
Sitting on the floor against the side of the bed, bent over a coloring book that rests open on her lap, is Murphy. Her left hand presses the coloring book flat while she colors with the enraptured concentration.
They argued about something stupid earlier, something trivial. Something on which their opinions vastly differed, and because theyâre both too stubborn to admit both sides presented valid points, they reached a stalemate. Though the argument fizzled out before it could be categorized as an actual fight, he has an inkling it isnât over â just for now. They agreed to disagree, letting the emotional fires atop their hills of obstinance die out in the unfurling silence.
He doesnât want to fight with her any more than he has to. Itâs become more tempting as of late to see how far he can push her before she decides sheâs had enough. Sheâs a danger to him, always has been, and her threat grows every day. The closer to him she becomes, the more force heâll have to use to push her away.
But right now calls for a truce and an attempt at moving forward. The end will remain an unspecified date with a question mark, and he will continue to selfishly ignore it, despite knowing its inevitability.
Laying partly on his side, in the direction of the foot of the bed, he leans over Murphyâs shoulder. His thoughts are briefly sidetracked by the scent of her shampoo, distinctly peach. For a better view of her work, he brushes aside the obstructing wall of her unruly blonde curls with the back of his hand. His fingertips accidentally graze the back of her neck. Her face turns just enough for a blue eye to ensnare him with a sharp gaze that is, much to his relief, more inquisitive than hostile. Her hand holding the pink colored pencil stills.
âWhatâs that mean?â He nods his head at the Japanese script at the top of the coloring book in her lap, and when she turns back to the coloring page, he reaches over her shoulder and points to the script in question.
âWhat Iâm coloring,â she says.
"Gee, Murph, thatâs really helpful to someone who obviously doesnât know Japanese.â
She scoffs. âYou should at least recognize the flower. Youâve got two eyeballs.â
He stares at her in indicative silence. It takes a moment for her to notice. Her expression is surprised and intrigued and amused all at once when she looks at him. A raise of eyebrows and a narrowing of eyes and a hint of a smile at one corner of her mouth. Itâs the incredulity he dislikes the mostâthe way it sits with judgement in her eyes.
âReally? You donât know what theyâre called?â
âObviously not or I wouldnât be asking.â
Setting the colored pencil beside her, Murphy presses her hands on the floor and uses the leverage to scoot her body around until sheâs angled closer to the bed. With one hand gripping the coloring book she lifts it from her lap, shaking it violently in front of his face. âLook hard, Bambi.â
âI canât with youââ He huffs and grabs both sides of the coloring book, all but forcing her to still it. Murphy doesnât let go of the coloring book immediately. He glares at her until she does with a smile holding as much innocence as a cat caught with a mouse in its jaws.
Grant studies the page in question carefully. She hasnât finished coloring the picture, but she must be close, assuming sheâs colored it correctly. Â The flowers appear to be on a tree, the branches a golden brown. That has to narrow it down some.
Flowers with white petals, hints of pink at the center. Found on a tree. Japanese.
Itâs familiar. Irritatingly familiar. The spark of recognition fires, but the flames donât take. He surrenders the coloring book back to Murphy. âYeah, my brain wants to say daffodils, but I know thatâs not right.â
Her smile is every bit condescending. âMaybe instead of spending an afternoon shooting through the same bullet hole, you could learn the art of one of the oldest romantic gestures in the book. Especially if youâre going to keep flirting with the appeal of that dinky little Christmas tree from Charlie Brown.â He scowls. âProbably not what a guy like you would want if that wasnât your intention.â She tilts her chin down, leveling with him with an arched brow. âThatâs isnât your intention, right?â
âNo,â he grumbles.
She props the coloring book on her thighs, and begins coloring again, though sheâs traded her pink pencil for a slightly darker shade. âIf you want to work undercover, or, God forbid, woo a woman playing hard to get, a flower bouquet almost never hurts your chances.â She speaks in that pretentious tone of hers that he canât help but find grating. Although, heâs made it abundantly clear that he doesnât know jack shit about flowers, other than the obvious thing about roses being traditionally romantic.
âAlmost?â
âShe could have a floral allergy.â She takes care to blend the two shades of pink. âAnd, I donât know, some people just donât like receiving flowers.â
Grant pushes himself up and scoots back against the pillows, stretching his legs out in front of him as he watches her color. âRight.â
âThatâs not to say neither one of those cases couldnât still work out. You flash your little Bambi eyes at her and she might just bang you out of pity. Althoughââa dangerous tone of amusement colors her voiceââif itâs the former, youâd probably want to keep a box of tissues handy, unless you like the idea of having snot on yourââ
Grant cuts her off with the force of bringing a chefâs knife down on a cutting board. âOkay. Thatâsââ He stops himself with a grimace. Murphy snorts while trying to stifle a laugh. âHow about I rewind and rephrase: what kind of flower are you coloring, and can you tell me without the tangential lecture?â
The corner of her mouth pulls in a lopsided grin when she turns her head. âSakura,â she says. âTheyâre cherry blossoms.â
#df#dumpster fire#grant ward#this ask reminded me I need to make my conspiracy wall so thank you for that#anonymous#Have I mentioned I love Murphy's gutter brain?#I also love that she calls Ward Bambi
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How To Avoid Plot Armor
Plot armor is when important characters seem to survive each and every treacherous obstacle that is thrown their way just for the sake of the plot. The readers know that your protagonist is important and wonât meet their demise because who else will defeat the bad guy in the end? This can result in underwhelming battle scenes, loss of suspense and an overall boring experience.
Here are some ways to avoid having your readers notice the plot armor (because letâs be honest, itâs there whether we like or not) or at least make it more realistic:
1) Injure your characters. Let it be known that no one is safe. During the heat of battle, the prized soldier loses his sword arm. The invincible superhero receives PTSD after witnessing a terrible event. Raise the stakes!
2) If they escape, make it believable. Did they sacrifice something to escape? Did a past experience give them the wits and knowledge to outsmart the danger? Justify your protagonistâs escape. Donât make it an easy get away just because you need them out of the situation.Â
3) There are consequences. Every action sparks a reaction. Have there be realistic push back. Your character shouldnât be immune to the rules and laws of your world.
4) Detailed Explanations. So, your character needs their limbs, their sanity and anything else you could strip them of. How do you make it seem like theyâre not immune to everything then? Equip them with what they need (knowledge, weapon, confidence, etc) and really sell it to your reader on how they survived.Â
Thereâs no way a teenaged girl stakes a 400 year old vampire just by picking up a branch and defending herself. Equip her with some knowledge of vampires (fanfics to the rescue?), an ancient relic that she unknowingly wears around her neck and an insane amount of adrenaline⌠and maybe Iâll believe it.
5) Kill off other characters. Have their deaths affect the protagonist.
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Me: âIâm going to write SO well today, just you wait and see!â
My brain: âYou can write one (1) intelligible sentence today. as a treat.â
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âthey tried to kill each otherâ yes and? do you have a problem with true love
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what is a writer, if not a miserable little pile of ideas and half written google docs
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if you dont decouple your drive to create from your desire for attention you will go insane. simple as. you will never feel satisfied b/c you will always want more and you will feel perpetually bitter that you did not get what you are âowedâ
#important#I took a 3 year break from writing because of this#now I just write whatever the hell I want and also donât post as I write because my ego needs patience and humility
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âravens are symbols of death, demons, and the underworldâ
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