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Remember that if you want to do more of something, you have to do less of something else. It's that time of year where people set goals for the new year and they have plans and hopes and it's always focusing on what they want to do more of. More studying, more exercise, more crafting, more socialising, more making things from scratch. Okay, great. What are you going to do less of in order to have the time and energy to do more of those things you really want to do?
Encouragment for writers that I know seems discouraging at first but I promise it’s motivational-
• Those emotional scenes you’ve planned will never be as good on page as they are in your head. To YOU. Your audience, however, is eating it up. Just because you can’t articulate the emotion of a scene to your satisfaction doesn’t mean it’s not impacting the reader.
• Sometimes a sentence, a paragraph, or even a whole scene will not be salvagable. Either it wasn’t necessary to the story to begin with, or you can put it to the side and re-write it later, but for now it’s gotta go. It doesn’t make you a bad writer to have to trim, it makes you a good writer to know to trim.
• There are several stories just like yours. And that’s okay, there’s no story in existence of completely original concepts. What makes your story “original” is that it’s yours. No one else can write your story the way you can.
• You have writing weaknesses. Everyone does. But don’t accept your writing weaknesses as unchanging facts about yourself. Don’t be content with being crap at description, dialogue, world building, etc. Writers that are comfortable being crap at things won’t improve, and that’s not you. It’s going to burn, but work that muscle. I promise you’ll like the outcome.
when shirley jackson said, “the very nicest thing about being a writer is that you can afford to indulge yourself endlessly with oddness, and nobody can do anything about it, so long as you keep writing. all you have to do — and watch this carefully, please — is keep writing.”
Thank you for this
one of the hardest things to learn as a depressed former Gifted Kid™ is that half-assed is better than nothing. take the 50%, 40%, even 20% job. scrubbing your face is better than not taking a shower at all. picking up your clothes is better than never cleaning. nibbling on some bread is better than starving.
DO THINGS HALFWAY. NOW YOU’RE 100% BETTER OFF THAN YOU WERE BEFORE.
Ngl I do this sonetimes and it really helps
❌ Saying "I'm so stupid" when you make a mistake: Incorrect. Doesn't encourage self-forgiveness and future growth.
✔ Saying "Arthur Fleck would still love me" when you make a mistake: Correct. Encourages self-forgiveness and future growth. Makes you think of Arthur Fleck.
Don’t worry. Start now. Get up, take a few deep breaths, stretch, count to ten with your eyes closed. Then take out your books and a notebook and a pen. Get on with it. Start reading, annotating, take down your notes. If you feel your focus faltering, sit back, take a few deep breaths, walk around a bit, get back to your books. It’s never too late.
🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.
🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.
🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.
🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.
🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.
🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.
🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.
It's okay to miss someone and still know they don't belong in your life anymore
estrogen will not turn you into your mom, it will turn you into yourself. now everyone shut the fuck up
one more? | cardinal copia x gn!reader
Inspired by all the kiss prompts. This is for @leezlelatch ♡
content: 750 words, gn!reader, some suggestiveness and spice but nothing explicit, lots of kissing going on here, we get a little frisky
Masterlist – Ao3 link
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Lunch breaks are invariably too short. They feel even shorter since you spend them wrapped up in Copia’s cassocked arms, hidden away in an empty corner behind the entrance to the library. Your back is pressed against the cool stone walls, your habit disheveled from his wandering hands, leaving half of your leg exposed to the chill draft haunting this part of the abbey.
The cool air feels heavenly against your heated skin where Copia’s fingertips are trailing up to your hip and back down in a steady dance. It’s oddly tender compared to the way his mouth is so insistent on devouring you. You can only imagine the purple discolorations blooming on your neck right now, the smears of lipstick and bite marks he left in his impatient fervor after he’d pinned you to the wall.
The bells have long since chimed to announce the passing of lunch hour. He should be back in his office and you should be back behind the reception desk. And yet your arms are still tightly slung around his shoulders as his tongue licks into your hungry mouth.
“I have to go back,” he mumbles for the fifth time as he breaks away for air, trying to step back but you don’t let go of his neck. “Amore…”
With your hand in his hair, you press your mouth to his once again, ignoring his complaints. His biretta has long since fallen off his head and you make use of the easy access, dragging your nails over his scalp in the way that he loves so much. He moans loudly and kisses back for a moment, moving his swollen lips against yours just almost chastely now. With the kiss distracting you, his gloved fingers wrap around your wrists and he pulls them off of him, pretending to pin you to the wall. With your hands off, he tries to tear himself away once more, but your fingers grasp his pellegrina at the last second. You yank him back, bringing your mouth to his ear as he stumbles into you. “One more kiss? Please?”
“You want your Cardinal to be late?” he whispers, bracing himself against the wall behind you.
“Yes, if it means I get another kiss.”
“I will get in trouble, amore.” He drags his nose along your cheek before nuzzling yours. “Do you have no compassion for me?”
“No.”
He tsks, pulling back slightly when you try to capture his lips again. “So cruel. So cruel to your Cardinal and you claim to love me.”
“I do love you. That’s why I want another one, silly.” You try to pull at his robes again but he won’t budge. “Please please please.”
He whimpers softly. “You know what begging does to me, dolce.”
“Please. Please, Cardinal, I need one more.”
“One more, then you will let me go?”
“Mhm.”
He leans in, kissing you as softly as he can muster. You trap his full bottom lip between your teeth for a second and he groans, pressing in harder until the back of your head hits the wall again. He pulls away with a desperate sigh and you whine at the loss of him.
“One more,” you beg, tugging at his robes.
“Amore,” he groans. “You are getting greedy now.”
“Isn’t greed a virtue?”
“I think you are mixing that up, no?”
He gives you another peck before he fully pulls away. You allow it this time, conceding in favor of your own reputation. Someone is going to want something from you any second now and you still have to get presentable.
Copia straightens his rumpled cassock before glancing at your ruined face with a smirk. “We continue this tonight, amore,” he promises. “You will bring the same hunger, yes?”
You nod, smiling like a fool when he winks at you. He almost stumbles over his own feet as he turns back around, still drunk on endorphins and your taste. A few deep breaths and you gather your wits before your eyes get caught by a red blob of color on the floor.
You pick up his biretta and put it on your head. He’s already halfway down the hall when you call out to him. “Looks like you forgot something, Cardinal.”
He spins around, the skirt of his cassock whirling around his legs. “Don’t even say it, amore.”
“You’re lucky,” you say with a grin. “Payment is very cheap today.”
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed ♡
Masterlist – My Ao3
What if—
Steve Harrington has an audio processing disorder and that's why he was staring at Eddie's lips in the Upside Down? Like, he certainly doesn't mind staring, because they're attractive lips. But also, it wasn't initially due to infatuation or flirting.
And then, when everything is over, him and Eddie hang out a lot. And Eddie notices that Steve still stares at his lips—like a good 99% of the time. So he just leans in and kisses Steve.
And Steve like blue screens, essentially. Like that's his moment of realization? It's not like he wasn't aware of his feelings for Eddie, but he didn't realize how badly he wanted them to kiss. But now that it's happened, he has even more of a reason to keep staring at Eddie's lips. (Even though it definitely doesn't help that he stops listening and processing whatever Eddie's saying, because he just wants to kiss so bad. So Steve has to kiss Eddie every once in a while to shut him up and then ask for him to start over. And Eddie isn't bothered by this, just rolls his eyes and fakes annoyance.)
(This is brought to you by the fact that I stare at everybody's lips and yeah, sometimes I want a kiss. But also, what the fuck are you saying? I have to know.)
Edit: I reblogged already, but there's a little drabble now, if you're interested! The link can be found here!
new beginnings are scary but they're necessary new beginnings are scary but they're necessary new beginnings are scary but they're necessary new beginnings are scary but they're necessary
Y'ALL I ACTUALLY JUST GOT IT. IT CLICKED DUDE. I FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT Y'ALL MEAN WHEN YOU SAY MANIFESTING/SHIFTING IS EASY. All you have to do is decide what reality you want to be in, make an assumption that you're already in that reality, and persist so you don't go back to the old reality. IT'S SO SIMPLE AND I'VE BEEN OVERCOMPLICATING IT FOR SO LONG??? Literally, you're telling me, I just have to make the assumption I'm already in my DR, and then just... continue to tell myself that??? And then enjoy having it?????? WHAT.
I genuinely have no words to explain how much these mean to me
reader x turtles doodle dump because i simply do not have it in me to clean these up
bonus raph one. it wasn't gn so I wasn't sure whether to include it but hey ho! he deserves soft love also
Akalaodkeisisisiwnwisiaosodkwisodkwos Im not alive anymore, I have passed away
Onion could tell that for whatever reason, Dark Choco wasn't having a good day, all he did was slowly saunter around the manor. She knew something that could cheer him up though.
A few minutes later, Onion scooted up to her adoptive father figure and tugged on the back of his cape. Dark Choco turned his head behind him to see the tiny cookie holding something
“What have you got young one…?” He asked
Onion sheepishly handed him a piece of paper covered in crayon drawings “I hope this’ll make you feel better…”
The Cacaoian heir took the paper and examined the art on it
He simply slid it into his cloak, thanked Onion, and sauntered off.
While he didn’t show it, little Onion knew that it made her papa’s day to see that picture
OKAYYY-
I couldn't choose between sailor style swim suits- or the classic sailor school uniform!
REPOST= GIMME CREDITS
I needed to draw this