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parker insists that he doesnt normally sleepwalk. 

i have no idea if its true or not; for the sake of anyone who lives with him (myself occasionally included) i hope it is. 

however. when he’s sleeping off a few injuries and is pain-medicated enough that its effective on his jacked up metabolism, he does

which would not normally be a big deal. thor sleepwalks too, and the only problem with that is he sleeps naked. so i thought nothing of it when peterbird wandered into the common room late at night with his eyes closed. he kinda just showed up and then stood there, so i figured id let him be and went off to go make myself some hot chocolate. ten or so minutes later, i stepped around the divider wall back to the common room. 

and promptly had the everloving daylights scared out of me. 

why? you ask, why were ten precious years scared off your ridiculous life, bucky???

well. because parker was standing right on the other side of the wall, about two inches from my face. with an alarmingly vacant expression on his face. because he was sleepwalking. 

he was sleepwalking on the fucking ceiling

This Isn’t Goodbye - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Me (I legit have no shame for this)

Word Count: 6,893

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, It’s honestly just really sweet sex?, possible tears

Notes: So, talking to @minhosmeanhoe about doing something for the end of Teen Wolf and this is it. It’s hard to really express what this show means to me because it has changed my life. So much. So this is literally my rants, through Scott and myself, expressing what this show means to me, thanking it for everything it has done. The things I say are coming legit from me. This isn’t the end for us though. I will not stop writing for teen Wolf, for Stiles. It means too much to let it go away completely. So, just… enjoy my rant I guess. And me spilling my heart out about the show. And of Stiles. And me wishing Stiles was mine. 

PS This is unedited. And I don’t even care. So ignore all my typos because I know they exist.

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I’m so sick of terfs rubbing their grubby little fingers all over historical trans men and insisting that clearly they’re just LEBSIANS it’s SO obvious and if you say otherwise then YOU’RE the bad person here and WHY do you hate WOMEN so much

History is full of trans men but we’ve lost so many of them to GIRL POWER and the Sweet Polly Oliver narrative and terfs not being willing to admit that if he looks like a trans guy, acts like a trans guy, talks like a trans guy, and tells you to call him a man until the day he dies, then guess what honeybunches HE’S A TRANS GUY

And it’s funny how “well you can’t say for SURE what someone would have identified as before the words we use existed!!!!” suddenly goes out the window when they want to say a trans man is a lesbian

We’re not trying to take anyone’s history we’re just trying to find our own

V Headcannons

In ode of the upcoming V Route (since in some areas, IT’S AUGUST WOO) I’ve decided to address some V Headcannons that I personally think are completely plausible and holy fuck I love this man here we go

•He loves to cuddle. He’s not used to it, but he sure as hell loves it. Fight me on this I want my boy to be hugged and safe and warm and-

•V probably has sloth merchandise. He likes the way they live and finds them extremely adorable and thank the gods for this pure man and for these pure animals Jesus fucking Christ

•V’s pictures each have #Aesthetic names like, it’s canon one of the names are “Her Shadow” and another “Hope’s Beginning” so fuck yeah he’s aesthetic as hell

•V doesn’t really dislike any food in particular, so fucking imAGINE HIM AND JUMIN BEING BEST FUCKING PALS AND COOKING TOGETHER AND ENJOYING PANCAKES EVEN IF THEY TASTE LIKE SHIT BECAUSE THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS CUTE AS FUCK AND AH

•V wears a lot of overalls and sweaters while traveling abroad to take photographs. He likes the feeling and likes how he doesn’t need to wear a belt. I love this man holy shi

•He has a dream journal… if anyone read it they’d be weirded out smh this boy has some weird ass dreams lemme tell you

•It’s confirmed he has a sister (who lives abroad but sh) so you BETTER KNOW HE LET HER PLAY WITH HIS HAIR AND WAS THE BEST BROTHER AND LOVED HIS FAMILY EVEN IF SHIT WENT DOWN OR SMTH BUT PRAISE THE GODS FOR THIS PURE BEAN

•Remember how V tried telling Jumin he had terminal cancer in Baehee’s Route? Yeahhh I really hope he faked being sick so he could stay home sometimes during his schooldays. In those days he’d prob take pictures or stare at a wall and think about sloths or smth

•V used to have a cat when he was younger so maybe then he could finally get some pussy
Oh my fucking gods just pour bleach in my eyeballs now fucking hell

•When his sight began to fail, V bought so many sunglasses holy shit he probably has those steampunk sunglasses or even those cheesy five dollar ones with the bright colors and weird shapes. But he probably also has a small collection of fucking expensive as hell sunglasses that are probably worth more than my college tuition jfc

•V tips like a champ like for real he probably tried tipping 200% once and nearly made the waiter faint because it was a multi hundred dollar meal with Jumin who you fucking KNOW eats that expensive good good

•V’s phone battery is probably higher than your stoner cousin rn because he never knows when he doesn’t have his professional camera on him and needs to take a picture of like a flower (or a sloth)

•I stg V probably has read Harry Potter a fuck ton of times no joke and has merchandise and owns all of the movies. If you say a quote, he’ll probably tell you the book, chapter, page, paragraph, and sentence tbh what a dork

•I really hope V had an emo phase and when he first looked at Mint Eye!Saeran was probably thinking “yo what the fuck did Rika show you my old facebook account or what” even tho he’s too nice to say that shit out loud

•V hates chiffon cakes

•I really hope V likes camping for his photography. Like, you won’t hear from him for weeks (lol I bet whenever V goes AWOL the RFA just thinks he’s camping) and once nearly got mauled by a bear trying to take a picture of it (Yoosung’s favorite picture jfc)

•V uses contact lens and one time tore his right lens while swimming and started crying because that was his last right lens fucking hell

•V is such a fucking cutie when it comes to dates like holy shit what a gentleman. Like he’s vanilla af to dating (like do you really think he would date around?) so he tries his best to swoon the MC and it fuCKING WORKS TAKE ME

•He likes to wear eyeliner and once wore sparkly fingernail polish because he’s glitter af

•Doesn’t really watch anime that much, but probably has like a top ten that he likes. He once tried to watch Attack on Titan and nearly cried what a soft boy I love him

•He likes left Twix because Jumin likes right Twix and he thinks it’s funny what a cutie <3

•He likes planting flowers randomly in his house. One time he planted a sunflower next to his head and woke up to a butterfly on his nose aww
Long story short he sneezed -o-

•Alongside his sunglasses collection, you fucking bet your left titty that he has a flower crown collection. Rika tried getting rid of them while they dated, but he hid them and wears them while he goes camping. Smol flower boy uwu

•When he was younger he wanted a fantasy-like wedding but now our smol boy just wants to be loved by someone who won’t FUCKING SCRATCH HIS EYES OUT UHHH

•Used to be a crybaby when he was younger, now he knows how to cry on the inside more 
Someone please pet this boy’s cotton candy hair and tell him it’s gonna be alright ;-;

•You know those kids who would wake up hella early to watch cartoons?
…
V wasn’t one of them bye

•V wore reading glasses when he was little fight me on this

•V has a blog to help aspiring photographers and totally gives them #1 tips and is uber sweet abt it and holy fuck take my soul

•Once confused a fox and a cat while his eyesight was shit. He brought it in his house and everything. Jumin visited the next day and guess what he thought it was a cat too. It took a surprisingly long time for them to realize cats don’t look like foxes.
Hint he took the fox to the vet and found out after the secretary screamed

•Hates killing bugs but hates bugs

•V’s the kind of person who’s always buying lip balm but always losing them too like if you look under his couch he probably has like twenty down there

•Probably doesn’t take a lot of selfies, but when he does he looks bomb af and makes Zen reconsider his entire life

•Wanna bet my college savings that V has a really cute back tattoo?

•Once milked a cow. He asked permission and was uber polite to the cow, even apologized to it because he thought he was hurting it. Pet its baby and hugged the smol cow. V thinks cows are pretty.

•Once he came home after visiting Jumin and took a shower. Somehow his drain was filled with white cat hair.

•Once gave Saeyoung a kazoo. He regrets it.

•V is probably the type of person who leaves the empty cereal box in the panty and an empty carton of milk in the fridge. He means well but sometimes he just stares at it and decides somehow it’ll be easier to put it back instead of in the trash bin. He lives alone so it’s not like he’s being mean to anyone lol

•Cut his thumb with a spoon once (actually happened to me once, to this day I wonder how the fuck did I manage that) so V only has nineteen spoons now.

•Has a weird scar on his head from a shelf breaking while he was under it. Jumin had a professional interior designer plan out a “safer” living room for him. V was too nice to tell Jumin that it was silly and too embarrassed to admit that he’s just bad at installing things.

•Not a headcannon, just wondering. Do you think V has blue armpit hair?

•Has flower pillowcases but otherwise has plain sheets. Flower boy -3-

•Has a hobby of photoshopping Jumin’s face onto cats. He once accidentally sent it in a chatroom with Zen in it. Freaked the hell out of Zen and apologized, even though he found it kinda funny.

•Every once in awhile, he likes making cool shapes with his smoking pipe and shows them to Zen, smoking bros.

•He doesn’t play video games, but used to indulge himself in a few of Yoosung’s talks about LOLOL. What a sweetie

•Likes crunchy things, probably has like a lot of crunchy, dried fruits and vegetables in his pantry. Him and Zen snack between V using Zen as a model for photos. ZEN has V recommend him brands and his favorites.

•V tried chewing gum a few times, but always ended up swallowing it by accident so he decides he’d rather not. He also doesn’t like how sweet a lot of the brands are.

•A total dork and probably has a lot of movie dates with MC. They probably eat some of his crunchy fruits I mentioned above and drink champagne out of mugs. Once V got scared during a movie and spilled his drink on MC (and in the fruit but he doesn’t care about that) and offered to let her wear some of his pajamas. Nearly had a nosebleed when he saw (ha…) her

•Kinda wimpy when it comes to horror movies, but likes watching them in a big theatre so he knows he isn’t alone.

•Did I already say he is a cuddlebug? Yeah? Too bad, I love this dork and he needs cuddles -^-

That’s basically all I can manage rn if I have any typos it’s because I’m too lazy to proofread.

I learned something while writing these headcannons. It takes a special talent to write them, a talent I do not have but whatever they’re fun to write.

-Gelsomino

 I love you.

A/N:

This was completely inspired by this. I love all of @werewhorewolf preferences especially this one. Theres possibly typos because I haven’t proof read this because I have soo many request to filll. 

Two weeks.

It’d been two weeks since my whole world fell apart. Since days seemed grayer and everything around me dulled. It was my own fault really. All of my friends had begged me not to talk to him. To not be lured in by his charm or his smile. It was just that when he brushed his lips against mine or drew me close to him, I felt like the only girl in the world. I was sure, even after 8 months together, that I may have possibly loved him. 

But two weeks ago, Theo texted me telling me to meet him outside of my house. When I did, he was leaning against his truck head hung. I knew he’d heard me walking towards him but he never looked up at me.

“Hey babe.” I’d said standing next to him.

He smiled weakly at me and I frowned at him.

“What going on?” I crossed my arms.

“Listen, Y/N” He started. “I’m not sure if I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked placing my a hand on his arm. He pushed his body off the truck and away from my touch. He took a few steps away from me creating certain distance between us. 

“This.” He’d said simply. “Us.”

I was so many emotions at the same time. My eyes started to sting and I shut my eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“It’s not…not you or anything.”

“Don’t.” I spat. “Is it that stupid Hayden girl you were flirting with the other day?” 

A look of bewilderment crossed his face. “What? No! Y/N it’s not-”

“Than what is it Theo!” My voice cracking slightly.

“I have other things to worry about, things that don’t concern you.”

“So we’re just going to throw away the last eight months, likes its nothing?”

He shrugged in response, and I was angered by the lack of explanation. 

“You’re everything everyone thinks you are.” I hissed walking closer to him until we were inches away. “A coward.”

I stormed past him, and when I was far enough, I let the tears fall. Needing to be strong for no one now. I instantly regretted my words to the hazel eyed boy, but I was just so hurt, and I wanted to hurt him too. 

I hadn’t talked to Theo since, but everything in me missed him. Even now as I stood at my locker looking at him through the corner of my eye, I missed him. He was talking to Josh, Tracy, and Corey in a small circle near his locker. Recently, he’d taken an interest in the trio and I wondered what they had to do with anything. Through the limited vision of my peripheral, I could swear that he was looking at me. I snapped my head straight and pretended to rummage though my locker. I grabbed a textbook I wasn’t sure if i needed and shut the door. I pressed the book to my chest hugging it. Depression was slowly creeping over me as I headed towards my final class of the day.

“Y/N.” Theo’s voice called from behind me. A ball formed in my stomach and I felt all the blood drain from my face. I had to be hearing things, right? Theo hadn’t talk to me in weeks, it had to be my brain playing tricks on me. I shook off the thought, and kept walking. 

“Y/N?” This time his voice was right behind me and his hand on my shoulder stopping me then turning me around. 

I tried to act as cool as possible. “Sup?” 

I mentally faced palmed myself. ‘Sup?’ I’ll probably die of embarrassment.

Theo seemed not to notice the awkward acknowledgment, or he pretended not too. “Hey, how are you?” 

He sounded so nonchalant, like we were old friends catching up. He seemed perfectly fine and didn’t seem affected by our recent break-up. This broke me down a little, made me feel like I, like we, meant nothing to him.

“Fine.” I responded quietly ready for this conversation to be over.

“Um, cool.” he said a little nervous. But what did he have to be nervous for? “So, you left some stuff at my house and I was wondering if you wanted to come by and pick up later?”

Another wave of hurt hit me and I thought I might cry.

“Why could you just bring it to me?” I said a slight edge in my voice.

“Do you want it or not?” he frowned and the sudden tone change took me by surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll be over later.” I whispered knowing he could still hear me with his werewolf ears. I turned around without another word, and continued my course to class.


I pulled up to his house just as the sun was setting. Theo must have heard me before he before he saw me, because he was standing at his front door waiting for me. I took a deep breath trying to regulate my heart, and stepped out on to the driveway. I walked the concrete path to his front door, where he met me with a half smile.

“It’s all upstairs in my room if you want to grab it.” 

I nodded, and walked past him heading up the stairs. The smell of his room filled my noses. I wanted to stand here forever and enjoy it, but I heard Theo’s footsteps behind me and I walked further into his room to the dresser. The bottom drawer is where all my stuff was housed. I pulled at the handle and it slid open revealing all my things. I stared at them for only second, and then began taking them out item by item. I pulled out a dark blue oversized t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt of Theo’s. He was sitting on his bed behind me and he hadn’t said a word.

“Here.” I said standing and walking over to give it to him. He looked at me then to the shirt than back again.

“I don’t want it.” He said finally, pushing it closer to my body.

“I don’t want it either.” I insisted pushing away from. For some reason, this upset him. Even though he tried to hide it, hurt washed over his face. He stayed quiet and held the shirt in his hand staring at it. 

“Theo, I don’t want anything that reminds me of you. It’s bad enough I have to see you at school.” I explained.

“Why?” he growled but it was necessarily angry.

“Why?” I asked astonished. “Are you serious? We’re broken up Theo. Not together. You broke my heart and you want me to keep something so I can be reminded of that everyday?” 

He stood slowly looking at me with agony in his expression.

“I’m an idiot.” He started, which caught me off guard. I didn’t know what I expected, but definitely not that.

“These past weeks have felt like years without you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me at first. But everyday when I woke up, I felt like I was missing something. It didn’t take me long to figure out, I was missing you. I’m empty without you. I hate that you have that hold over me, but at the same time I don’t care. I…I need you.”

I stood there staring at him not being able to believe those words had come from his mouth. Theo’s never said what he was feeling, and it took me a moment to register it. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but I stopped him connecting my lips with his. He didn’t hesitate to kissed me back, and snaked his strong arms around me. I pulled him closer to me deepening the kiss. He lifted me slightly off the ground and back up till he hit the bed. He sat down and I straddled him, all while still kissing. I pulled my shirt off breaking the kiss for a second to pull it over my head. His hands grazed across my exposed skin, making me smile. His tongue found mine and they rolled over each other in wet sloppy passion. He turned me over effortlessly on to my back and together we moved higher on to the bed. Finally, our lips disconnected. Theo pulled off his shirt, and I unclasped my bra. He blinked a few times at my bare breast. He looked up at me, asking permission to indulge in them. I smiled and nodded and he plunged into them taking one in each hand. He suckled on them, sharing his mouth between the two. I moaned missing his touch on my body. He began kissing his way down my body until he reached the button of my jeans. Skillfully, he undid the button than the zipper and he peeled the off of me. I felt his lips touch me again and I want his on mine. I took his head in both of my hands and pulled him back to me. 

“I want you.” I whispered on his lips before kissing them.

Theo smiled into the kiss and I could feel him fiddling with his jeans. He was struggling because he could only use one hand, the other was holding him up as he hovered over me. I moved my hands down to the fastener of his jeans. opening it and sliding his zipper down. His length could be felt through his pants. I pushed at them and Theo glided them off of him, along with his boxers. He started to kiss my jawline and neck, as he slid my panties to the side. His fingers found my sex and he drew figure eights on my clit.

“You’re already so wet, baby.”

“Put it in.” I begged. Normally, I would have loved foreplay, but it’d been so long since he’d been inside of me. Right now that’s all I wanted.

He pulled back a little from me to line himself up with my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated me. We both groaned and instinctively I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies were connected now and he slowly start to grind into me. I kissed his neck tenderly, I missed every part of him and even though it was slow it was passionate. He quickened his pace slightly, and he was hitting my g-spot. Pulling me closer to my edge. After a few more minutes I came, dissolving into pleasure. Theo placed his lips on mine again, something he only did when he was about to come. A moment later, he pulled out of me coming into his hand.


After we were all cleaned up and dressed, I laid curled against Theo’s chest. He racked his fingers through my hair and I felt myself drifting to sleep. His lips fell on mine gently and my eyes fluttered open landing on his.

“I love you.” He whispered.

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@screechingsheepdonut GUESS WHAT I DID.
Masaru and Nagisa in zelda au THATS RIGHT.

modern day dregs: wylan

  • he’s the most diligent student of the dregs. never misses a deadline
  • he even does tutoring for maths and music
  • in his satchel he carries: a polaroid camera, a map of symbols he sketched to depict what the road signs in the city mean, and usually a few snacks because he learned to be prepared at all times since spontaneous adventures are his and jesper’s thing
    • jesper always wants to stop for food, and wylan has had it with the nonsense TM
  • he bikes everywhere. and during the summer, he can’t pass the paper wrapped bouquets in the deli shop window without purchasing one for his mom - biggest momma’s boy on the planet
  • he loves that there’s a myriad of methods to portray a story. it relinquishes some anxieties about not being able to read
  • he frequents plays and concerts and ballets. he’s fascinated by the way people can capture art and convey it beautifully enough to get a whole audience to feel like they’re a part of the story, too. he figures it’s how others must feel when they’re reading text by a proficient writer
  • but he’s especially a film enthusiast. he raves about movies to the other dregs, the mailman, even the barista he sees daily before school
  • and he will explain the chemistry of cinematography in great detail to you even when you don’t ask. it’s science and art mixed in one so try and stop him (you can’t)
  • he’s the type to get excited and tap you on the arm during a movie, a silent query, omg did you notice that?, only with him it’s not about an action sequence or a touching scene, it’s about the way light is manipulated or the camera’s panning at the perfect time
  • he also loves electronics, appreciates how advanced things are, particularly his smart phone. has been caught having full conversations with siri
  • but it is disheartening when siri can’t precisely read the messages in the dregs’ group chat because of all the typos. they’re mostly kuwei anyway, but there’s also kaz, who uses abbreviations for everything since he loathes texting, which leaves wylan like ????
  • when it comes to deciphering what kaz’s nonsensical assortment of letters mean jesper is an expert and he always comes through
  • knowing it’s mainly for his benefit, wylan utilizes the speak to text option to reply “what would i do without you, jes. ily” with a dozen hearts and then he realizes too late he’s still in the group chat
  • he’s definitely the type who shuts off his phone, chucks it across his room and hides in shame under the blanket for a while thinking i can’t believe i just did that
  • yes, he has an existential crisis over small things sometimes

others: nina

Q & A

I was tagged by the amazing @seanisnotinteresting!!! Thank you love!

Rules: answer all the questions and tag 20 people you would like to know better

Name: Kyla

Nickname: Ky, Kay

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 5"5’

Orientation: panromantic demiromantic asexual

Eithicty: white

Favorite fruit: Apple

Favorite book series: After Dark

Favorite flower: rose

Favorite scent: lavender

Favorite color: black

Coffee, tea, or cocoa: tea

Dog or cat person: I love both but mostly dog

Average hours of sleep: 5ish

Favorite fictional characters: Leala, Chealse, Sin (After Dark)

Number of blankets: 2

Dream trip: London

Blog created: June 2016

Number of followers: 40

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@maxisprettygay @panromantic-prince

These are my favorite nights in this fandom. When literally not a single one us us has any chill and we are all just screaming at each other in ALL CAPS and our posts are full of typos because we’re too excited to spell anything right.

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only fools fall for you

anonymous asked:

Hi I love your work just wondering if you could do a Katniss and Peeta first time fic .

I haven’t visited the whole non-AU Everlark universe in a while, so I’m a bit rusty! But anyway, I hope you enjoy fluffy and awkward smut, because that’s literally all this is.

Bon voyage, you hooligans.

(Sorry for any typos. I may or may not be on NyQuil at the moment.)

XXX

May I?

“Peeta, I think we should have sex.” She brings the water glass in her hands to her lips. “Oh, and can we have white sauce instead of red sauce with the pasta?”

I accidentally drop the serrated spoon into the pot, my eyes bugging out at her. She’s propped up on the counter beside the stove, her legs swinging out over the edge as she keeps me company in the kitchen.

I can’t help but gawk at her sudden declaration.

What?

“I mean, if you’re really attached to the marinara, I guess we can stick to that. I’m just in the mood for white sauce.”

I’m not sure which is more appalling: that Katniss wants to randomly hand over her virginity after nearly two whole years of safeguarding it as aggressively as a dragon’s hoard, or that she mentioned it in the same sentence as pasta sauce.

The girl’s always been full of surprises, but this has reached an entirely new realm of unpredictability.

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anonymous asked:

I have three questions: 1) What's your ideal workspace? I know you like writing in hotels, but what about when not traveling? Do you prefer a desk at home? Or maybe coffee shops? 2) Do you ever edit your outline before you start drafting a project? 3) How do you edit so quickly? I'm noticing that for your current WIP, your first draft took months but you only finished around the end of March (I think), and you're already 3 drafts in! Can you describe your editing process a bit?

Sure. 

1) I know this probably isn’t what you’re looking for, but my ideal workspace doesn’t really exist right now because I’m living such an odd nomadic existence. (I haven’t lived in the same apartment for longer than a few months in like five years, so it’s hard to get comfortable.) So when I say that I work wherever I can, I mean that literally. Sometimes it’s at a coffee shop, sometimes it’s on my bed (wherever I happen to be staying), sometimes it’s on a desk if there’s one available. However, I’ll be moving somewhere more permanent at the end of the summer and I’m really looking forward to being able to set up my own workspace, knowing I’m not going to have to move for a while. Once I get that done I’ll be sure to share pictures, but it may be a few months yet. 

2) Absolutely. My outlines go through literally hundreds of different iterations before I decide “Yes, this is it, this is how the story is supposed to go,” and that’s when I start actually writing. Sometimes my outlines change when I’m partway through a first draft, because I realize pacing will be better or the narrative will make more sense if I add a scene, or delete a scene, or move some things around. (The more complicated the timeline, the more this happens.) Basically, nothing is set in stone until there’s a production draft in play. To give you an idea how many drafts down the line that is, we were on at least 45 by the time Villains went to production.

3) Different drafts require different amounts of time because you’re doing different things. The first draft of my current WIP took six months to write. The second draft only took a few weeks because all I was doing was reading through for superficial typos so I could save myself a few headaches on the next draft, which I printed in hard copy. That third draft has taken almost a month of me going through and editing by hand, both fixing small stylistic problems and composing a long list of much bigger changes that need to be made in the next draft. Draft 4 will undoubtedly take WAY longer, because that is where I’m going to be doing major rewrites and adjusting the timeline and fixing plot holes. Just to give you an idea how much work I’m looking at, here’s a photo of my MS:

All the little flags are changes that need to be made that are going to affect the whole manuscript. Some of them are relatively minor (for instance, I noticed at one point that I have a character who enters one scene with a black eye which is never mentioned again) and some of them are really major and will involve substantial rewrites (for instance, I realized that the narration is really off-balance between two particular characters and I’m going to have to go back and rewrite all the scenes they have together to give them more equal weight). In order to even start making these changes, I’m also going to have to compile some appendices, which in and of itself will probably take a week. So basically, no two drafts are the same, and each one will require a different amount of time and a different amount of work.

Hope this sort of answered your question; let me know if there’s anything I didn’t cover here that you’d like to know more about. 

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They told me I couldn’t do a set of Mike faces because he only has one expression. Naturally I took on the challenge. It went better than expected. I even found one of him slightly smiling and it makes me uncomfortable.

(It’s when he sees Ethan’s haircut for the first time so I can kind of forgive it because it implies queerness.)