can you feel my frustrations yet or

#mollyhadthenightwatch 😔
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *sitting opposite each other*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *reaches for his phone*
  • Molly: *sits up*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Relax. I'm ordering takeaway.
  • Molly: *frowns*
  • Sherlock: *smiles* For two.
  • Molly: *folds her arms*
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands over his phone*
  • Molly: *stuffs it in her bra* I'm ordering *goes to the laptop*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *eating chips*
  • Sherlock: *staring at her*
  • Molly: What?
  • Sherlock: You answered the door like that?
  • Molly: *confused* Like what?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Nevermind. I could snap you in half.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrows* Excuse-
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* If I wanted to, Molly. I could easily overpower you. What makes you think you stand a chance?
  • Molly: *giggles* Try me.
  • Molly: *pinning Sherlock to the ground; smug* Satisfied?
  • Sherlock: *his face pressed into the floor* You're deceptively strong.
  • Molly: *stands up; smiling* And don't you forget it.
  • Sherlock: *jumps up; brushing himself down* By the way, that was arousing.
  • Molly: *gives him the look*
  • Sherlock: *sits down* Sorry.

♡ means one of my personal favourites


06. Him: Fluff!
He can’t seem to keep his eyes off you.


11. Stay With Me: Suggestive Smut, Lumberjack!Namjoon AU.
namjoon aesthetic shit like y'all like up in the mountains or somethin in a lil cabin. (this request was so great i just had to include it in the masterlist)


01. He Wasn’t Good with Words: Angst, Fluff? ♡
Based on Dead Leaves by BTS. You thought leaving him was best for him, but was it?

08. Anaxiphilia (Previously She Fell In Love with the Devil): BadBoy!Yoongi AU // Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 (Part 13, Coming Soon)
“Once, was all it took. She drew me in, one look and I was hooked.” 


03. In Every Way You Can ImagineFluff + Suggestive Smut ♡
You and Hobi had been friends for the longest time. You always thought of him as a protective older brother, but does Hobi feel the same way?

12. Heartthrob: Fuckboy!Hoseok AU // part 1, part 2 | drabbles
Hoseok finished his drink and lifted the trophy above his head, a smirk settling on his lips as the crowd chanted louder. His eyes found me in the crowd immediately. Hoseok’s eyes widened in shock when he noticed that I was wearing the dress he had bought me. His lips curved into a wide smirk as his eyes raked my figure almost approvingly. He lifted his gaze up to meet mine again and winked at me making my heart lurch in my chest.


05. If You Were Mine: Light Smut
A/N: This is release of sexual frustration because of that Jibooty post that’s been circulating.

09. See You Later On Angst+Fluff ♡
Summary: He saw you in the crowd, looking beautiful as ever. He looked at you, then looked away, sadly thinking to himself, “She’s just a fan.”
A/N: So, this based on a vine that I saw tonight on my newsfeed, I watched it for 15 minutes straight crying, and even though I’m not finished studying for today, I really needed to write this.


04: Did My Kitten Miss Me While I’d Been Away?: Fluff + Suggestive Smut ♡
Your boyfriend has been away on tour for three months and you miss him so much that each night he comes to haunt you in your sleep.

07. I Need You: Angst, Fluff.
He is a drug, and you’re addicted.


02. In Every Sense of the Word: Fluff (+ Suggestive Smut?) 
Jeon Jungkook never failed to make your heart flutter. Whenever you watched BTS preform from backstage, you eyes would never leave him. Everything about him was screaming perfection. His transformation into the man he is on stage amazed you the most. However his innocent smile and eyes when he’s offstage reminded you that he’s two years younger than you, you shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. You were his Noona.

10. it’s a war zone♡: Suggestive Smut + Fight me Jeon, High School AU, RichKid!Jungkook, Asshole!Jungkook

Quick Drabbles (?)

  1. Yoongi, BadBoy!Yoongi.
  2. Jungkook, Lost in Seoul.
  3. Taehyung, Backbencher.
  4. Jimin, Ecstasy.
  5. Jimin, Babysitting Adventures with Jimin.

Other things.~

  1. What would BTS do on a first date?
  2. Snapchat w/ Bangtan
  3. Texts w/ Bangtan
  4. Video Edits: Often Series | Good Boy | Wedding Dress

anonymous asked:

About the taeyeon and baekhyun thing/ask ? Tae didn't write 11:11 she didn't produce it either or work on this song like she had with others so the song most likely doesn't have any meaning to their relationship. Same with you though I got really into their relationship but I was a lil skeptical since he had just hit 2 yrs and she had 7 yrs (I feel like a senior sunbae wouldn't date a rookie yet) and like timing wise too non the less tae actually got me into exo bc of it so ya :) x my take on it

Anonymous said:Also though it really frustrates me how Tae can’t do something without baek being brought up and vice versa, they’ve broken up and it’s actually really disappointing and sad but people should move on like I can’t imagine if they had a shit breakup and loathe each other but cover it up and some people want them together like worst case scenario but baekyeon shippers need to move on now - (me including yes slightly hypocritical I know) sorry lol xx

Honestly same. They dated so long ago and who gives a shit at this point, we won’t know the reason(s) as to why they broke up and I don’t want to know. They’re people before idols and we should respect that. Idk anyone who still ships baekyeon but you really do gotta get over it. That ship was doomed to fail as soon as SM announced that they were dating. Now on the whole 11:11 issue, it’s a little reaching to say that those lyrics are about Baek but she is a person and could’ve resonated with the song, we’ll never know. -Admin Gilfairy


Have you ever felt that need to rip everything around you to pieces? To break everything in your path so that you sup due your frustrations? You feel that anger take over your whole body, you chuckle to yourself because all you can think is “how ridiculous do I look?” so you stop and you hide the frustrations yet again, even though the only way to get free of their grasp is to let them take their course. So you bring your hands to the side of your head holding tight but not tight enough to leave any marks but just to feel the muscles in your fist pull to feel that force, to hold that frustration so that you don’t explode and take everything down with you. It’s sad how people fight with themselves to not feel that explosion of weakness to not give in. if only they knew it will not be the end of them but salvage them from themselves.

- ( via boundtotheballad)

I always feel a lot better about my training after I get to come and post about it on here. Y’all have seen Zeke at work for a long time and you guys recognize the little improvements. Being at the barn can be frustrating because every time I run into someone they ask if I’m riding him yet. Makes me feel like I’m stagnating and not accomplishing anything. But getting to post and analyze these little bits with you guys helps me remember that training is slow, we’re both inexperienced, and we’re making progress.


As I mentioned we have had a rough couple of weeks with lots of work so I just want to leave you guys this quote from one of my favorite books, a brilliant masterpiece of an incredible author. If you guys feel like reading something for this fall you can go ahead and fill your curious minds with a socio economic model disguised as a novel.
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours”
-Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

Stay positronic ✌🏻️

My thoughts...

Not one for writing long posts, but I do feel like saying something.

Yes, I’m sad, frustrated, confused, but most of all just disappointed. I guess I really shouldn’t be, because my rational brain has been saying for quite a while, what my heart just didn’t want to admit. Too much has happened to make up excuses, and yet all those things seems to be outshined whenever we get a glimpse of S&C. It’s so easy to get dragged into it all, and who can blame us? January was basically one big love fest, and sharing it all with you was amazing. 

About the future. I posted THIS a couple of days ago, and I want to stand by that post. I still love Sam and Cait as actors, as people doing incredible work for charity, and as human beings. I do though have a ton of questions, because DAMN can shit be confusing and frustrating sometimes. Nontheless, and I have said it earlier, I am here no matter what their relationship may be, and I meant that. I ship them whether or not they’re actually in a relationship. And I do so respectfully. I’ve said from day one that hate will never see the light of day on this blog. Proud to say that I have kept that promise. 

I don’t know what the future holds, but I am gonna be here for it. All of you, SamCait and Outlander is my happy place, and I don’t want that to change (even though sometimes things get rough). Scrolling through the feed today, I’ve seen a lot of feelings, opinions, reactions etc. and I appreciate you all sharing them. We are all entitled to our opinions. 

I just wanted to share mine. Thanks for reading ❤

anonymous asked:

One of the things I really hate being a fanfic writer is when one of your fic gets tons of kudos and appreciation and yet just one flame or hate you'll easily feel down and shit (sorry for my french). AND it's not even constructive criticism, I'll appreciate that more than the common "this sucks" comment. But anywaaaay, I love your works, thank you for sharing them! <3

You can really see that psychology thing about how it takes seven (or is it ten?) good comments to balance one bad one play out in fanfic.

It’s frustrating, and you get more used to the random, pointless negativity, but so far it still sucks.

I’ve had too many people tell me they stopped sharing because of this stuff to be able to discount it as harmless. You shouldn’t have to have the psychology of teflon to participate in fandom and whenever I see people pull the, ‘you have to expect this’ card I scowl at them through my screen. Way to excuse the bad behavior while simultaneously blaming the victims for not being tough enough to let abuse roll off their hide.

I have opinions. lol

Okay so, today I… Am gonna try to get out some responses. To at least a few questions…

We’ll see how long I can go on because my mood is currently pretty weird… Feeling very restless and frustrated and I don’t know why. And ahaha, it can end up developing into a moodswing later which I hope it doesn’t.

…I may just head to sleep early, really dunno yet.

Note: If you talk to me, be prepared that I may be easily irritated. So apologies in advance for that, although I don’t think I should snap or anything. Usually am able to control myself and not do that. Buuut if I may seem distant/salty or w/e… Yeah. Sorry.

Just please don’t test my patience right now.

I’ve met you before, of that I am sure.
I don’t know your name or your face yet, but that’s not important.
I’ve known your soul.
This life has not lead me to you yet,
and while I am happy, I suppose your absence can explain restlessness on my part.
I’m happy but I don’t feel peace too often.
It leads to frustration and utter annoyance.
There’s no reason I can put my finger on, no problem that I can solve.
It’s just this feeling of missing you, of knowing you and yet not knowing you at all.
Writing a Love Letter

‘People often think, If only I had the chance to express my frustration and pain, I would feel better. Yet many of us have tried this in the past, and it has not helped. We have vented our frustration and anger, our pain and complaints many times, and still feel unsatisfied. There is a better alternative.

When you have practiced transforming your own inner pain, you can begin to learn how to express yourself in a way in which the other person can listen, so that he or she can really hear what you have to say. If we only insult or condemn, our speech will be of no use. With mindfulness, we practice to be honest and to be skillful at the same time. Many people are capable of writing a letter of protest, a letter of dissatisfaction or a complaint, but not many of us are capable of writing a love letter. Expressing yourself with love is an art. When you have understanding and compassion, you will succeed in expressing your concerns to the other person. When you are angry, blaming, and punishing in tone, you will not succeed. You will only make the gulf between you wider. You must protect the Mind of Love. When you are able to give rise to the Mind of Love, you are in a good position to begin writing your love letter. Your letter will reflect your calm, your clarity, and your compassion, and the other person will be able to receive what you want to say.’

- Thich Nhat Hanh, Creating True Peace: Ending Conflict in Yourself, Your Family, Your Community and The World.

jesse-the-keyblade-guardian  asked:

((So Tama is only making you slow with some that you barely start because it's not focusing on him yet.))

((Exactly… and it’s frustrating as hell because I want to interact with all these new people and get these stories going, but HE doesn’t a lot of the time… And all I can do is just apologize as I try to get him off his giant crabby ass to actually get stuff done…

I’m sorry… I’m trying… I’m really, really trying…))

@thisbecoming { x }

           and in what universe is that my goddamn fault? harlan can feel francis’s disappointment. it’s palpable, a tangible thing that threatens to suffocate him — he has yet to raise his voice, but he walks the fine line, eager to start a war and muffle the shame in battle. HOW DARE YOU MAKE THIS ABOUT BOTH OF US. he seeks sympathy and doesn’t even realize it, his frustration instead channeled into words. the name he utters drips with the appropriate poison :  jack crawford suspended me. be pissed off at him!! ” 


“I call my latest release All for You”. The ‘You’ is my fans who’ve stayed with me and watched me grow; the ‘You’ is the mysterious force of love that’s the source of creativity; and the ‘You’ is also me. All for You is a suite of songs that helped me move from one emotional level to another. I’m the kind of artist who has no choice but to write what I feel. Velvet Rope took me inside my fears and frustrations. All for You has brought me outside, happy on a natural high, convinced that I really can express joy in the face of pain. My moods are changing. If you listen to the CD, you’ll hear what I’m going through. There’s anger, hurt, regret, even that familiar vein of severe self-criticism that I can’t quite shake. (I still can’t stand seeing any of my movies or concert tapes; I still cringe when I watch myself act or dance.) Yet there’s also confidence. I hope this doesn’t sound egotistical, but this time I stood alone and crafted my art according to my heart. I feel free, and there’s nothing more wonderful than freedom.” - Janet Jackson.

Happy 14th Birthday, All For You! 04.24.2001.

anonymous asked:

hey! How are you? You're one of my favourite blog and I hope you don't mind me asking for help. Pardon my ignorance but as a Barrett newbie, what kind of footage/videos/them at the studios/ documentaries/ literally anything can I find around? It's so hard to find footages of early Pink Floyd with Syd? He almost feels like a mythical figure to me sometimes, I don't think I even heard him speak and it saddens me. But as I said I don't know much yet so yeah sorry and thank you :)

i feel you there, it its quite hard to find syd era floyd videos cos theyre always taken down, its so frustrating!!!

now, im no expert on syd, but heres a few that i know of:

astronomy domine

apples and oranges (this is a mime to the song but he does speak a bit)

an early interview with syd

his first LSD trip (which was somehow filmed?? its beyond me)

jugband blues (the studio recording is overlayed on this one :/)

arnold layne

see emily play (top of the pops) (i could have sworn there was another music video that wasnt the belgian one :0 )

music video for the scarecrow (no music but just open up the song and a new tab and itll do you fine)

this is all i have but if anyone out there has more, feel free to add on to this post!!

The culture of college education in this country is so frustrating to me, because it ends up feeling like life and death when it really really shouldn’t. Failing an exam or dropping a class or taking more than four years or even dropping out of school shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and we all know this, rationally, at yet they do. 

(And people who went to college when you could basically always get into your first choice school and pay for the entire year with your summer job busing tables, perpetuate this by making everything about arbitrary metrics of ~success~ rather than happiness/general life satisfaction).

And yeah, there are a lot of cultural and societal factors at play, not least of which is the way that our education system treats college like the goal, something that must be harnessed to guarantee the highest possible earning potential, a necessity for future success and happiness. 

But expecting to know what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re what? 17/18/19? is ridiculous. Hell, I’m in my twenties and in grad school and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life most days. Basically no one I graduated from college with is doing what they ultimately want to do (if they even know what they want to do). 

Idk idk. Life isn’t linear and it’s a lot longer than it seems when you’re 19 (which I realize is rich coming from me, the 23 year old), and they way we treat college is kind of (very) fucked up. 

Limits // N.M.
Anonymous requested:
Can you do a Nate fight imagine where Nate is really stressed over music and he yells at Y/N, but it’s okay in the end

“That’s not it either.” 

I heard a complaint followed by some grumbling for about the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes. He was frustrated; everyone in the room could feel it, yet no one was willing to suggest a break. I looked over at Sammy and received a shrug before he nodded towards Nate as if I had to be the one to soften him up. With a huff and a roll of my eyes, I got up from the couch and hesitantly padded over to Nate, carefully placing my hands on his shoulders as I stood behind his seated figure.

“Baby…” I cooed, starting to brush my hands down his arms. His body was tense, and it didn’t seem like he’d be letting up any time soon. Without a response, I leaned down and tilted my head to face him. “You’ve been at this for hours, Nate. Maybe a little break will help. We can hit up Panera Bread or something then come back?”

His large hands rubbed feverishly at his face as he shrugged my hands off him, shaking his head. “No, I need to get this shit done tonight. The deadline’s on Monday, and we’re not even halfway done!” He spoke sharply, not even bothering to look away from the scribbles of lyrics in front of him. Once again, I looked over at Sammy for some support, but all he did was shrug like before.

Seeing that the soft and careful way wasn’t working, I finally settled for a different approach. I walked around to stand in front of him and promptly took his phone and the notepad out of his hands, placing them on the table. With a firm grip, I took hold of one of his hands and attempted to pull him up. “Alright, Nate, I understand that there are due dates and you wanna get this music out, but–”

“Will you fuckin’ quit it?” He snapped, yanking away from my grip with a stern expression plastered on his features. His harsh force mixed with that tone caught me a little off guard. “I said I need to finish the song, and we ain’t gonna get anything done with your goddamn nagging ass in my ear the whole time.”

“I’m just trying to help–”

“Well you’re not! All you’re doing is distracting me and making the situation worse! Life’s not just some game, Y/N. Some of us have actual work and goals to meet. We can’t just sit around and do nothing with our lives, like you do.” Ouch. I had to admit, that stung a little, but I was getting heated up and the adrenaline prevented me from focusing too hard on the fact.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I have a job and things to do like everybody else in this room, but instead I’m here supporting you because you’re my boyfriend!”

“Maybe I don’t fuckin’ want you here! Ever thought of that?”

Whoa– Okaaay, so how ‘bout that Panera Bread?” Sammy cut in, standing up and gently taking hold of my forearm. “Come on, Y/N.” At that point, I no longer had anything else to say. I thought I was being a good girlfriend by coming to the studio and watching Nate do his thing, but apparently even that was too much. Pursing my lips, I turned and grabbed my satchel before walking with Sammy out of the studio.

As Sammy and I sat at the table outside of Panera, all I could do was stare at my drink, too upset to really do anything. Nate’s words were constantly running through my mind, and no matter what I tried to distract myself with, his voice managed to break through.

“Hey, come on, Y/N. Don’t fret too much about it. You know he didn’t mean that shit; he’s just got a lot in his head right now,” advised Sam. I just shrugged, because I knew how Nate was feeling, but that didn’t make it sting any less. I was a big girl, and I’ve certainly heard much worse from other people. It was just particularly difficult to receive such harsh words from someone I cared a lot about.

We spent at least another hour just sitting and talking at the table, giving time for Nate to cool off and me to feel better. I admit, it was refreshing to have Sam reassure me, but I was nervous to get back to the studio. I didn’t know how Nate would be feeling or if he’d even wanna see me at all. As we were walking back to the building, I suddenly lagged behind Sam, nerves getting the best of me. He just shot me an encouraging smile before opening the door and walking in with me. The room was quiet, and it didn’t look any different from when we left – except that Nate was now pacing. It wasn’t until the door closed that he looked up, noticing our presence. For a moment, I wanted to turn back and wait in the car until they were finished. But Nate’s gaze had a strong hold on me, and my body suddenly decided to forget all its functions.

I gulped, and finally willed myself to take a few steps further into the room. “How– How’s the song going?” I mumbled dryly, glancing at the empty recording booth rather than at Nate. I was prepared for another spiel about how it hasn’t even been that long since I last asked, but instead I was greeted with familiar strong arms around me.

“Fuck the song.” I heard Nate’s voice near my ear, and I was too stunned to figure out how to respond. “I’m sorry about earlier, lil’ mama. I was hella stressin’, and–”

“I know.” I said quietly, slowly returning the embrace as I nuzzled my face into his chest. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for being a bother.”

“You weren’t bothering me, and I do want you here, alright? Look– I even scrapped together a lil’ somethin’-somethin’ for you while you guys were gone.” He pulled out of the hug but kept his arm around my shoulders as he brought me towards the soundboard. He pressed a few buttons and the new song began blaring through the room. It was impossible not to smile then. I’d gone from being a distraction to being his muse within one hour. As the song came to an end, I giggled and hugged him once again.

“So, you gonna mention me in your thank you speech when this wins a Grammy?” I teased, smiling up at him. He mirrored my smile, giving a shrug as as he chuckled.

“We’ll see.”

Ahh, I hope that wasn’t too shitty! This is my first time ever writing an imagine, so feedback would be very much appreciated! Hope you like it, anon. Requests are still open as well!!

show you

title: show you
genre: angst / fluff
characters: mark x you
plot: he starts to be careless about your relationship so you leave but he wins you back
extras: my scenarios are getting worse and worse ◄.► thank you for the request anyways. feel free to request here when the ask box opens up (it is still closed)
song: Can’t Be Without You by Jay Park

You sighed in frustration when you checked the time. Mark’s an hour late already. Your phone had no texts or calls from him, indicating that he was being careless yet again. Your relationship was slowly falling apart. Mark seemed to stop caring, making the relationship feel like a one sided love. Although you tried to hang on to what was left, Mark obviously didn’t. Today was your anniversary and Mark said he would take you out to eat after he was done with work. You were excited; you could finally get alone time with him. It’s currently 7:30 and you knew for an absolute fact that Mark got off work at 6:00.

You got food and dessert for takeout. Maybe he just got caught up at work. The least you could do was bring him food. When you got to the JYP building, you saw Yugyeom walking in the halls. He noticed your eyessearching for something and quickly jogged over to you.

“Noona! Are you looking for something?” Yugyeom asked innocently. You looked up at him before continuing to look into practice rooms.

“Where’s Mark?” You asked confused. Yugyeom furrowed his eyebrows at your question.

“Mark hyung said he was going home,” He explained. You shook your head and disbelief before thanking him. He is gonna get it. Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly making your knuckles turn white. First he forgets that today is your anniversary, you had to remind him. Second, he doesn’t even show up. Third, he’s not even caught up at work, he’s at home.

You quickly parked your car outside of his apartment building and stormed into his dorm. The television in the living room was off and so were most of the lights. The only light that was on was from down the hall, where Mark’s room is. You practically stomped into his room, finding him asleep with the television on. He was still in his workout clothes - sweatpants and a tank top. Your anger went from a five to a freaking thirty. Was he really sleeping while you were waiting at the restaurant? You didn’t even want to talk about it at this point. You were done. You needed to show him that you weren’t something he could care about when he wanted to and leave you when he didn’t. You placed the takeout food on his nightstand before scribbling on a piece of paper.

Thanks for the anniversary date, Mark. It was truly great, sitting by myself for an hour. Don’t bother calling me unless you’re seriously going to try putting effort into this relationship. Enjoy your sleep.

You stayed in your apartment for two whole weeks, never coming out unless it was to check for mail. It was nice, living in your own little bubble without any worries. However, that sweet time came to an end with your shortage of food. You didn’t want to leave your house but of course, you had to. Making sure to buy another two weeks worth of food, you raced home. The less you were in the outside world, the better.

Walking to your apartment door, you kept your head down while searching your bag for the keys. Once you found them, you looked up to see Mark’s figure in front of your door. His head shot up and he was immediately pulling you into a hug.

“Mark, what the f-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know that I was really negligent and I know I’ve been a really shitty boyfriend. It’s just that work has really been stressing me out and you know how I get. I just don’t like to talk when I’m upset. I still have no excuse for treating you like crap and I’m just really really sorry,” Mark said in one breath. You were speechless, not even hugging him back. The past two weeks have been hell for you both and you didn’t feel like arguing anymore.

“Why didn’t you talk to me?” You asked softly. He let go of you and cupped your face with his hands.

“I should’ve, I know. I just thought that I would stress you out too and I didn’t want that to happen,” He replied pressing his forehead against yours. You sighed and closed your eyes. You truly believed him and you didn’t want to break up but you weren’t sure if he was going to do this again. “Can we please get back together? I can’t live without you. I know that this whole thing is all my fault and I’m so sorry. Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me.” Those words made up your mind. You didn’t want to lose him.

You smiled at him before taking one of his hands in your own, intertwining your fingers. “I would never.” Mark smiled back at you before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I have a surprise for you,” Mark mumbled.

“What is it now, Tuan?” You asked rolling your eyes. He grinned cheekily before opening the door to your apartment. You entered with questioning eyes but still let him lead you to the dinning room.

“Surprise babe,” He whispered as you took a look around the room. It looked so different than your usual light filled dinning room. The curtains were drawn and the lights were dimmed. The only light in the room came from candles. Two glasses of wine were placed in front of plates of food. The vase that once held dead flowers now held red roses. “Does this make up for me being an idiot?”

“It just might, Tuan.” You smiled brightly. 

heyifinallyhaveablog  asked:

Hi Gaia!!!! Just wanted to drop in and say that YOU ARE AMAZING!!! AND ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR BOOK! Also, I had a tiny bit of a problem, how do you deal with a very chronic writers' block, and resume writing? Thank You already! *sends glitter*

Thank you <3 Your love keeps me going, guys! Finishing the draft of book 5 of #TIS…my favorite yet ^_^

And now down to business!

Overcoming writer’s block

You want to write, you need to write to feel complete, to be yourself. Yet, you find yourself staring at that blank page feeling hatred and frustration. How do you break the impasse?

Originally posted by rainymentalitymaker

First of all, what is writer’s block?

Writer’s block is a condition where you would love to write, yet can’t. You stare at a blank page in frustration and only sputter three ugly words at the time before deleting them and cussing like there is no tomorrow. 

Originally posted by simplybridal

As for most problems, the solution lies within understanding the causes.

Why do you get writer’s block?

Pressure and anxiety. You have to write. You have a deadline for school, from your publisher, or even from yourself. You feel like you’re falling behind and nothing you write is good enough. Or maybe just general unhappiness and frustration, feeling uninspired.

How do you overcome writers’ block?

Channel it. Write about writer’s block.

Originally posted by gameraboy

Start spewing words about how frustrated you are, what you feel, how ugly is your writing, the darn publisher. I don’t care. Just write. Slowly you’ll see words coming together, your writing will become more acceptable, meaningful. Next thing you know you’re writing again :)


Here is a scene I edited out from Forget Nico, book 3 of #TIS (Yes! It was never published! Unabridged for you ;) )  but it describes exactly what ’m talking about.


A few days later, I stared at the white page that should have been my composition. I normally could write for hours about anything.

Not today.

Carpe diem. And then?
Such was the title of our assignment, following up on our viewing of The Dead Poet Society. I had loved the movie and yet, for the first time in my life, the title floated on a desolate piece of paper.

Normally I couldn’t keep up with all the words flowing through my arm, and I was startled by the silence of the empty lines. Not peaceful, quiet, or serene, more like a frustrated plug-in-your-brain type of deal.

The title kept yelling, Seize the moment, and then? All I could think about was, and then freaking die. Could you be sent home for a broken heart?

I stood up and dragged my feet to the teacher’s desk.“ Prof. Rezzi, I’m sorry. I can’t work with this. Is there another title I could use?” Like bitch and moan about boys?

“No, Leda. Just start writing, it doesn’t matter about what. You can always crop out the first part when you copy your draft into your final version.”

Miffed, I sat back at my desk. I sighed and started writing down whatever passed through my head in my most awful and irritating handwriting ever.
“Anger anger fuck writing frustration I’m so pissed this is stupid I feel so lonely why is everyone around me so dumb or so much better than me or both things at once. All that matters is freaking boys. My girlfriend disappeared after a boy, nothing else matters to her. All my friends were males and now they’re chasing after girls or even me, for fuck’s sake, and I don’t like it. That’s even worse. I hate it.  I just want a true friend, to share, to be myself for once, screw everyone else. Everybody tells me what I am, not exactly in a kind way, when even I don’t know who I am…”

Before I knew it, sentences started gaining more structure, thoughts coalesced, and I was working on my composition on choices and consequences, on the very hefty price of following my wacky heart against everyone’s advice.



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