someone said this… about my writing. like something i wrote. me. words that came out of the pile of mush i called my brain. words that i smashed out on a keyboard with my own dumb fingers.
“perfect pacing, excellent sentences”
guys. i failed english more times than i can count in school. i dropped out of high school. i can barely comprehend half the literary rules and guidelines there are. i still don’t even know when i should start a new paragraph and just break of my work into paragraphs that look like they might be correct. i only just figured out how to write dialogue properly (and i’m pretty sure i’m still not doing it perfectly).
i’m not scholarly. i’m not educated. i was in remedial classes for most of my education. i have adhd and a severe learning disability. most days i have trouble comprehending basic explanations.
i was told i “wasn’t suited” for a career that would require a higher education.
ok, so my friend agreed we can add a note to the bathbomb package. would you like to say anything to will? you made the headcanon, after all!
“Hey Will, I’d like to apologize for creating this joke, but I really hope you can find humor in it like I and other fans of the show do and I also hope you like bathbombs (though of course you yourself should not eat them). Love ya, Will!”
Harry returned about an hour later, laden with grocery bags- and didn’t get
two steps into his house before he froze, the immediate sense of something wrong
taking him by the throat. There was someone else there. Harry
was still for less than a second while he processed all that, got on his guard,
and was moving again as if he suspected nothing amiss. It was a pause
only someone who did that sort of thing for a living would have noticed at all.
Harry’s guest did do that sort of thing for a living. “Sorry,” he
said. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Eggsy,” Harry said. He relaxed, flicked on the light, and saw Eggsy in the sitting room,
curled up in an armchair. Eggsy was blinking to adjust to the new
brightness; just how long had he been sitting there in the dark? “If I’d
known you would be back already I would’ve offered to pick you up.“
Eggsy’s mouth twisted and he shrugged.
Harry didn’t know if he had done something wrong. It made him feel
awkward. "I wasn’t sure if you would want to go home or not.”
“I did,” Eggsy said.
He didn’t elaborate further, and for a second Harry couldn’t have moved if
his life depended on it. He envisioned Eggsy thinking of this- of him-
as home and it made him weak, made him foolish. He normally tried to be upbeat
about all this, tried not to wallow in how desperately he wanted Eggsy and how much
it would hurt if it never did work out- but Eggsy’s abrupt departure had made him think and feel things he had meant to
put behind him. It was residual bitterness from that period, Harry told
himself, that made him so unreasonably angry for the no-doubt unintended double
meaning. Eggsy hadn’t been saying that.
I've been so busy for the past two days, but now I can get down to this! When i think of you as a writer, you are one of those amazing writers who can really paint a word picture. For example, my current favorite is the drunk confessions tae where you wrote how he has "a smile that can grow flowers". Like 😍🙄😏😶😉😭😢😄😃🤔, I feel all of that, whereas you just seem all 😎. I envy the way that you can capture a certain feeling by finding the perfect scenario that we are all familiar with to
compare it to so we know exactly what you’re talking about. Other than your style, I think of your humor. You manage to make me smile or laugh, even if it’s just about your family chat posts. And you amplify your humor in your writing. I enjoy just about every word, even in the angst. One of your anons reminded me that you are one whose never sacrificed your quality and that’s hella inspiring, and takes up half of my respect for you. You take time for yourself, as every writer should, and I
Anticipate it because I know, as the self-aware-that-i-can-be-selfish reader that i am, what I get at the end of the tunnel. In addition to style, humor, and quality, I also think about how you run this blog. I’ve told you this before. Tbh, I really like that your requests aren’t open, and you do which ever idea we throw at you inspires you the most. Idk why, but i feel like it’s the authentic integrity of a writer and the fact that you are the only one on tumblr that I see does this (maybe
Because you actually have so many anonswho actually yalk to you, and like to give you so much ideas. I cant find so active anons anywhere else in this way; and hey, with all that quality I just talked about, or course they’re going to find you) makes you stand out above the rest. You are my favorite writer on tumblr. And you are real and firm with how you deal with asks that down align with how you set things up around here. There goes your writer’s integrity again. It’s awesome
I don’t see that often, and I absolutely love it. I aspire to have a blog that runs in the way yours does. Like Missy is #writergoals. I love you Missy!
i’m just gonna express how i feel with one sentence below and a gif.
I said this before but like [presses face into the camera] I love learning about columbine but can we just have more variety [shuffles feet and presses lips against the mic and you can’t really hear well because it’s fuzzy] …..can we talk about pekka more plea-
Hi! I know you are busy with all the chibis right now, But i wanted to tell you something important! Like I said before, I thinks it is great that you are doing this for so many people, But I want you to take a break or something sometimes too! It can be very tiresome doing all that work, and your health comes first! If you need to take a break, take a break! Stay happy and healthy! Have a great day! Bye-bye! ~from: a very annoying Bee
I am indeed!! And I saw your little comment in the reblogs as well. Thank you for your concern! I’ll be alright.
pFT, you little center-stagelight! Hope you didn't hurt that gal too badly- she's got a attitude to match the one you mask well, but I'm betting she's better able to share a stage with a toon with an ego like Bendy's. You don't know what you're vying for, gal. You and the little "Darlin'" are going to repel like 2 of the same magnet.
as I said before honey, I was created to be the star. She needed to be put in her place.
Sanji wanted some revenge after the gang teased him about his breakup (viola left him at a mc donalds lol) so he put sleeping pills to their dinner. And soooooo, when everyone fell asleep…this happened
ALRIGHT BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG POST (literally, 40 images)
I’M SO SORRY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE FORGIVE MEEE THIS IS SO LONG OMG I’m sure y’all gonna be like WHAT BITCH PLEASE I AIN’T READING THIS THING but GIVE IT A GO I SWEEAR IT’S WORTH IT
You’ve heard of Lance making Keith laugh and Lance becoming space goo, now get ready for-
Keith saying or doing something that makes Lance laugh hard and it’s not at him (which is a big plus), almost making him cry, and Keith’s Pining Ass is all over the clouds, and then Lance slaps his back saying “haha that was a good one dude” and Keith is dead. Shiro come pick him up. Maybe it’s also the moment when Keith really fell in love of Lance’s laugh. Him starting to make more stupid things in front of Lance does not relate in any way, nope.
This in 12x16 felt like another solid character moment, to me; not just the fact that Dean left, but that Sam stayed. I think it’s the same difference in attitude that prompts Dean to squash down and deny the things that worry him (or, the flipside of the same coin, to accept them with fatalistic helplessness) whereas Sam will stare steely-eyed and insistent into the face of his problems. (Of course, that can certainly be problematic too.)