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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing

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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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What's the worst trap you see amateur writers falling into?

Not appreciating the whole story.

Scroll around "Writing Tumblr" for a few hours and you'll see something to the effect of "I was daydreaming about this big fight/plot twist/dramatic irony, but I hate writing all the stuff leading up to it!"

Everything leading up to the big third act is treated as an obligation. The 'homework' before you get to the 'fun part.'

See this enough times, and you start to realize why you see so many stories meandering around for the first two acts until they can have their big, dramatic climax. You start to see why everything that isn't a Baysplosion is considered "filler" now.

If you're only into writing to write memorable third act reveals, then everything you write is going to be terrible.

There's a video by Noralities going over an old anime, which she admits she hated at first because she was skipping the episodes that were dubbed "filler" by some idiot, and her friend who suggested it to her had to sit her down and tell her that the filler was some of the best parts. And she was in disbelief about that.

"A character-based show feels worse when you watch only the plot episodes and none of the character episodes? Say it ain't so!"

It is a moment of spectacular brainrot in what is otherwise an S-Tier Youtuber, because it's such a basic concept that some people will weirdly fight you on.

Character moments, slow moments, things that might be considered boring to a hyperactive, plot-obsessed weirdo, these are all important. Trying to have a big grand plot without these things is like trying to build a bridge without supports. If you don't have as much of a deep love for those things as you do for the big fight scene at the end, you're going to make shit, because you don't actually like writing.

There are entire genres of storytelling that don't have villains, fight scenes, or dramatic plot twists. There are NO genres of storytelling that don't have characters and character relationships as a core component of them.

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[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]

I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.

… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!! 

It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.

Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.

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He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

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Hello! You were my secret Santa I drew you a picture they were so fun to put in a room together eeeeeeek ok thank you bye

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As an actor and writer, I find it so funny how actors will say stuff about “taking care of” their character and respecting them meanwhile writers are like “beat that bitch into the ground.”

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this post is dedicated to everyone who said my fic reminded them of an episode of the show:

I am kissing you on the mouth can you make Dan povenmire hire me

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

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The eight stages of writing :

- this is awesome

- this is slightly less awesome

- this is shit

- I’m shit

-oh god oh fuck what the hell am I doing

-wait this might not be that bad actually

- How the fuck is this working

-This is awesome

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OH MY GOSH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT

and I would probably scream if you podficced this so.

(also I might make Isabella’s scarf too lmao)

merry christmas to @popcornfairy28 who is my recipient for the Phineas and Ferb secret santa event this year! this was my first pnf fic venture, and I hope you like it

(also this is not on ao3 due to personal reasons but if anyone wants to put it there so long as you link back I’d die)

It was the first week of winter, and the first snow of the season had coated Danville in a soft white blanket. The last few fat flakes were still drifting lazily down from the cloudy sky when Phineas and Ferb emerged from the house, bundled up against the cold. Simultaneously, the gate swung open and Buford walked in, still clad in his t-shirt, but with Baljeet tucked under one arm.

“Hey, Dinnerbell,” Buford grunted, and Baljeet squeaked out a greeting. 

Dainty footsteps crunched through the snow behind them, and Isabella peeked through the gate, black hair held back by a pair of earmuffs topped with a bow. “What’cha doin’?”

“Isabella, hey!” Phineas called. “We were actually just deciding that.”

Isabella stepped further into the backyard, her smile white as the glittering snow.

“Do you like my new scarf?” she asked, wrapping the end of it around her hand.

“Oh, yes,” Baljeet told her. “Is that aurora borealis or aurora australis?”

Buford promptly dropped him in the snow. “Speak English, nerd.”

Baljeet rose, sputtering, and brushed the snow from his overalls before turning back to the others. “Is that meant to be a depiction of the Northern Lights?” The scarf was patterned in beautiful striating waves of pink and green as Isabella held it out, and she nodded.

“Yeah! I’ve always wanted to see them for real,” she sighed dreamily.

Phineas turned to his brother. “Ferb, I know what we’re going to do today.”

“Where’s Perry?”

– – – 

Perry the Platypus was shivering hard as he slid down the ice-cold slide to his secret lair. Icicles hung from the bottom of the monitor, and it was evident that snowdrifts had found their way through several of the secret entrances, piled up against the walls. His teeth clattered as he slid into his red chair, and Major Monogram appeared on the screen.

“Good morning, Agent P. I apologize for the cold, but our heater has broken, and Carl hasn’t fixed it yet.”

Carl’s voice came from offscreen. “I’m working on it!”

Major Monogram continued as if uninterrupted. “Unfortunately, our telephone lines have frozen as well, so we don’t know what Doof is up to. However, we know it’s something evil. Go out there and stop him.”

Perry chattered in agreement, and soon he was flying above the streets of Danville. Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated loomed before him, a hulking purple monolith against the grey of the sky. He landed outside, slipping some change into the parking meter, before entering the elevator and making the voyage to Doof’s penthouse on the top floor.

The elevator chimed as the doors slid open with a whoosh, and Perry stepped out. Digging around for a moment, he produced a key and quietly unlocked the door. Faster than he could move, a large red gift bow shot forward and wrapped itself around Perry’s body. He chattered angrily as Doofenshmirtz approached.

“Ah, Perry the Platypus. How unanticipated. And by that, of course I mean completely anticipated!”

Perry remained silent, gazing at Doof.

“Well, Perry the Platypus,” he began, “you know I’ve always been completely ambivalent as far as Christmas. But yesterday, I figured out – why do most people hate Christmas? The awkward social gatherings, of course! So, in order to make me really and truly hate Christmas, I will host the biggest Christmas party in the entire Tri-State Area!!!!”

Perry’s eyes widened, and Doof caught onto the movement.

“Now, Perry the Platypus, I know what you’re thinking. ‘But how will he get enough lights to provide the proper festive atmosphere?’ Behold!” Doof cried. “The Light-Drainer-Inator! With this Inator I will drain every Christmas light in Danville! And there is nothing you can do to stop me!”

– – –

Phineas stepped back from the invention. “It just needs one final touch…”

On cue, Ferb dropped down from the tree, placing a large bow on the top of the machine. 

“Perfect!” Phineas declared.

“Oh, Phineas, it’s wonderful,” Isabella said, a dreamy sigh in her voice.

“Indeed,” Baljeet agreed. “This shall offer unprecedented opportunities for scientific study!” 

“Well, it’s almost dark,” Phineas offered. “Let’s turn it on! Isabella, would you do me the honor?”

“Oh, Phineas, of course I will…” she began, before trailing off. “Wait, what?”

“Well, since it’s your scarf that inspired us, would you do the honor of flipping the switch?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.”

As Isabella turned the machine on it let out a gentle hum, and the five friends stood back. “Here we go!” Phineas cried. “3… 2… 1…”

– – – 

Meanwhile, back at Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, Perry had escaped from his trap. “Who knew you were so good with knots?” Doofenshmirtz grunted as Perry’s tail slapped him across the face.

“Krrrrkrrrkrrr,” Perry responded. 

“But you are too late!” Doof crowed triumphantly. “The Light-Drain-Inator will activate in 3…2…1…”

– – –

“Mom! Mom!”

“Slow down, Candace, it’s icy!” Linda puffed.

“But Mom, you gotta believe me! Phineas and Ferb have made the Northern Lights in our backyard.”

“Well, I certainly won’t see it if I slip and break my leg. Can’t we just walk like normal people?”

Candace groaned, but slowed her pace accordingly.

– – – 

“Well, that was strange,” Phineas observed.

“Yeah.  It was workin’ just fine, then all the light went out! Weird.”

“I hate to say it, but I agree with Buford,” Isabella stated, an air of confusion palpable in her voice. “The machine says it’s still going, but there’s nothing coming out!”

“It seems as though there is no longer any ‘Lights’ aspect of our Northern Lights,” Baljeet voiced, and the rest of the group sighed.

“Yeah.”

“But hey, it was fun while it lasted!” Phineas said.

“It really was,” Isabella told him. “Thank you, Phineas.”

“Of course, Isabella!”

Just then, Linda appeared at the door. “You ki8ds are out late. Why don't you all come in for some hot chocolate?”

Her proposal was met with enthusiastic assent. As they trooped inside, shaking snow off their boots, Candace stood stammering. “B-b-b-but…”

Phineas reached down to pat Perry, curled up by the fireplace. “Oh, there you are, Perry.”

Ferb was the last one in. “You know,” he said, “some people have reported the aurora making sounds.”

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merry christmas to @popcornfairy28 who is my recipient for the Phineas and Ferb secret santa event this year! this was my first pnf fic venture, and I hope you like it

(also this is not on ao3 due to personal reasons but if anyone wants to put it there so long as you link back I’d die)

It was the first week of winter, and the first snow of the season had coated Danville in a soft white blanket. The last few fat flakes were still drifting lazily down from the cloudy sky when Phineas and Ferb emerged from the house, bundled up against the cold. Simultaneously, the gate swung open and Buford walked in, still clad in his t-shirt, but with Baljeet tucked under one arm.

“Hey, Dinnerbell,” Buford grunted, and Baljeet squeaked out a greeting. 

Dainty footsteps crunched through the snow behind them, and Isabella peeked through the gate, black hair held back by a pair of earmuffs topped with a bow. “What’cha doin’?”

“Isabella, hey!” Phineas called. “We were actually just deciding that.”

Isabella stepped further into the backyard, her smile white as the glittering snow.

“Do you like my new scarf?” she asked, wrapping the end of it around her hand.

“Oh, yes,” Baljeet told her. “Is that aurora borealis or aurora australis?”

Buford promptly dropped him in the snow. “Speak English, nerd.”

Baljeet rose, sputtering, and brushed the snow from his overalls before turning back to the others. “Is that meant to be a depiction of the Northern Lights?” The scarf was patterned in beautiful striating waves of pink and green as Isabella held it out, and she nodded.

“Yeah! I’ve always wanted to see them for real,” she sighed dreamily.

Phineas turned to his brother. “Ferb, I know what we’re going to do today.”

“Where’s Perry?”

– – – 

Perry the Platypus was shivering hard as he slid down the ice-cold slide to his secret lair. Icicles hung from the bottom of the monitor, and it was evident that snowdrifts had found their way through several of the secret entrances, piled up against the walls. His teeth clattered as he slid into his red chair, and Major Monogram appeared on the screen.

“Good morning, Agent P. I apologize for the cold, but our heater has broken, and Carl hasn’t fixed it yet.”

Carl’s voice came from offscreen. “I’m working on it!”

Major Monogram continued as if uninterrupted. “Unfortunately, our telephone lines have frozen as well, so we don’t know what Doof is up to. However, we know it’s something evil. Go out there and stop him.”

Perry chattered in agreement, and soon he was flying above the streets of Danville. Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated loomed before him, a hulking purple monolith against the grey of the sky. He landed outside, slipping some change into the parking meter, before entering the elevator and making the voyage to Doof’s penthouse on the top floor.

The elevator chimed as the doors slid open with a whoosh, and Perry stepped out. Digging around for a moment, he produced a key and quietly unlocked the door. Faster than he could move, a large red gift bow shot forward and wrapped itself around Perry’s body. He chattered angrily as Doofenshmirtz approached.

“Ah, Perry the Platypus. How unanticipated. And by that, of course I mean completely anticipated!”

Perry remained silent, gazing at Doof.

“Well, Perry the Platypus,” he began, “you know I’ve always been completely ambivalent as far as Christmas. But yesterday, I figured out – why do most people hate Christmas? The awkward social gatherings, of course! So, in order to make me really and truly hate Christmas, I will host the biggest Christmas party in the entire Tri-State Area!!!!”

Perry’s eyes widened, and Doof caught onto the movement.

“Now, Perry the Platypus, I know what you’re thinking. ‘But how will he get enough lights to provide the proper festive atmosphere?’ Behold!” Doof cried. “The Light-Drainer-Inator! With this Inator I will drain every Christmas light in Danville! And there is nothing you can do to stop me!”

– – –

Phineas stepped back from the invention. “It just needs one final touch…”

On cue, Ferb dropped down from the tree, placing a large bow on the top of the machine. 

“Perfect!” Phineas declared.

“Oh, Phineas, it’s wonderful,” Isabella said, a dreamy sigh in her voice.

“Indeed,” Baljeet agreed. “This shall offer unprecedented opportunities for scientific study!” 

“Well, it’s almost dark,” Phineas offered. “Let’s turn it on! Isabella, would you do me the honor?”

“Oh, Phineas, of course I will…” she began, before trailing off. “Wait, what?”

“Well, since it’s your scarf that inspired us, would you do the honor of flipping the switch?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.”

As Isabella turned the machine on it let out a gentle hum, and the five friends stood back. “Here we go!” Phineas cried. “3… 2… 1…”

– – – 

Meanwhile, back at Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, Perry had escaped from his trap. “Who knew you were so good with knots?” Doofenshmirtz grunted as Perry’s tail slapped him across the face.

“Krrrrkrrrkrrr,” Perry responded. 

“But you are too late!” Doof crowed triumphantly. “The Light-Drain-Inator will activate in 3…2…1…”

– – –

“Mom! Mom!”

“Slow down, Candace, it’s icy!” Linda puffed.

“But Mom, you gotta believe me! Phineas and Ferb have made the Northern Lights in our backyard.”

“Well, I certainly won’t see it if I slip and break my leg. Can’t we just walk like normal people?”

Candace groaned, but slowed her pace accordingly.

– – – 

“Well, that was strange,” Phineas observed.

“Yeah.  It was workin’ just fine, then all the light went out! Weird.”

“I hate to say it, but I agree with Buford,” Isabella stated, an air of confusion palpable in her voice. “The machine says it’s still going, but there’s nothing coming out!”

“It seems as though there is no longer any ‘Lights’ aspect of our Northern Lights,” Baljeet voiced, and the rest of the group sighed.

“Yeah.”

“But hey, it was fun while it lasted!” Phineas said.

“It really was,” Isabella told him. “Thank you, Phineas.”

“Of course, Isabella!”

Just then, Linda appeared at the door. “You ki8ds are out late. Why don't you all come in for some hot chocolate?”

Her proposal was met with enthusiastic assent. As they trooped inside, shaking snow off their boots, Candace stood stammering. “B-b-b-but…”

Phineas reached down to pat Perry, curled up by the fireplace. “Oh, there you are, Perry.”

Ferb was the last one in. “You know,” he said, “some people have reported the aurora making sounds.”

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white people have the sauce sometimes and dont even know it

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i love unhinged women but i also love women who try so fucking hard to be hinged. clinging to those hinges by her fingernails.

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say hello to the newest youngarts winner in fiction writing!!!!!!

I won for my story spirits of rot, and will be receiving monies, access to a workshop, and scholarship opportunities for it!

it’ll be available for a read on the youngarts website soon ^~^

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second scariest thing in the world is showing people your writing . scariest thing is asking what they think of it