sometimes i like what i write

kittylove4ever246  asked:

Hi mama so... I'm so pissed honestly😑 I like writing Ereri/Riren AUs along with other SNK AUs, and three people just took my AU notebook and started reading it and judging it and I high-key wanna stop writing because it's humiliating. Like, i hate when people do that. And they judge me cause I ship gay ships. I don't know what to do Mama

Wow seriously, fuck those people! Don’t let them ruin your fun! Please keep writing! Don’t let these asshats get you down! There’S nothing wrong with shipping two dudes and creativity is such an important thing! I love you and I’d love to read something you wrote sometime! :)

thelittleshitthatcould  asked:

You guys should do pens/writing utensils! That would be really cool. Also really excited to get evil mugs and tshirts!

Pens/pencils are among the trickiest unless you specifically specialize in them. The variables on what makes “the correct” pen or pencil is HUGE.

I personally like (right now) things by Paper Mate but sometimes I HATE THEM. Other times I want to write in pink and I don’t give a damn who makes it as long as it is THE RIGHT PINK.

Etc.

Pencil and pen fandoms are A THING and they GET ROUGH.

It isn’t a realm we’re likely to dig into because it requires a whole, custom, company, type, thing.

We might get into “we’re a business so we can get a great deal and offer stock items” but that’s late on the plan.

Somehow you still decide to stay with me. My perception of myself is distorted, as far as I’m concerned every mirror I see myself in belongs in a funhouse. And I know it doesn’t make sense because most would say I’m just fine the way I am and you always seem to like what you see, but that doesn’t stop me from finding faults in my reflection. On top of this, sometimes I find it hard to speak. Asserting myself has never really been my strong point, so most days when I have something to say, the words get caught in my throat. Nervousness wraps itself around my vocal cords and squeezes, and forming a sentence becomes a workout I’m not likely to complete successfully. Despite all of this, you still stick around even though many other people more worth your time would love to have you. You treat me like I’m the only one you could ever see yourself with. Maybe I’m not so bad after all.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: A girl who is dating this really hot guy with an amazing personality and she never believes she is enough.

weirdandconfusedweirdo  asked:

Hmm, sometimes I feel like I don't contribute much to the fandom at all. I don't write fanfiction and I couldn't draw if my life depended on it. What do you think I could do to contribute a bit more? (Finally worked up the nerve to actually ask you something lol!)

Don’t worry, reblogging stuff is fine already. It’s spreading other people’s contribution and it’s all fine! Believe me, artists are sobbing over every reblog they get haha. 

anonymous asked:

my aesthetic: non-jin stans appreciating non-namjin jin ships. aka u. bless u and keep on truckin

Hey man thank you but you know what Jin makes it so fucking easy! Every Jin ship is excellent, every single one. I feel like jin ships will catch on, they’ve gotta, they all have such great dynamics and character. 

Like Jinkook is just so fun and playful and completely ridiculous, such bratkook, such tolerant caring dom jin, so many lame jokes and shenanigans, so much self-awareness of their own excellence. And Taejin! Such teasing, such power negotiation. Battle of the doms, battle royale. They are just fun together, and possibly the hottest pairing? Ever? It’s almost like they care for each other almost competitively…… Like who can get the upper hand? Jinmin… just fuck off it’s the plushest (© fmbl) pairing. They’re both such caretakers, like I feel like they would be so functional together, so right. Such sugar baby J vibes, the most luxurious fucking couple. 

And come on, 2seok! AHL secured 2seok’s place in the hall of fame. I feel like they get each other, they understand. Both wildly underestimated but they’re so good-natured about it and so much more appreciative of each other for it. Domestic as SHIT. And last but certainly not least- Yoonjin. My no. 2 overall ship, ever. 4/11 of my current works in progress. There are very few things in this world righter than Yoonjin. Roommates, oldest hyungs, different enough to be interesting, similar enough to work. I feel like they just complement each other so damn well, like they were hand crafted by God for love, and for fics.

Bless Jinships, more Jinfic!

Stories I’m never going to write: Wedding Planner AU

(Sometimes I get fully fleshed out story ideas, but I don’t have it in me to actually put all the blood, sweat, and tears into it. This is what I like to call a Cliff Notes fic. If anyone is inspired by this, then by all means, run with it!)

Regina Mills is a successful wedding planner, brilliant, no-nonsense and a little uptight. She likes the idea of love well enough, but she thinks it’s not in the cards for her–not after she lost her fiance years ago. (Besides, she’s got her son Henry; what more does she need?) She’s got Mary Margaret as an associate who is syrupy sweet and hopelessly romantic, and Emma Swan who doesn’t believe in love at all, but she’s good at putting out fires. (Regina and Emma are always betting on how long each marriage will last based on the elements that were used in the wedding: the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses, the bride and groom song, etc. Mary Margaret finds the notion galling.)

Regina manages to land a consult for a Big Name wedding, and the morning she’s supposed to meet with the bride and her family, she’s running a little late (after picking up coffee), and tries to jog across the street. Unfortunately, there’s a car that’s about to run a red light that she doesn’t see. Next thing she knows is that she’s flat on her back in the middle of the road and some handsome man with dark blond hair and dimples is hovering over her, asking her if she’s okay. She feels dizzy and passes out. The next time she wakes up she’s in a hospital bed with a neck brace and a bunch of kids are surrounding her. She thinks she’s having some weird dream until the aforementioned handsome stranger walks in. He introduces himself, Dr. Robin Locksley, head of pediatrics–and also the man who saved her from getting hit by a car. He was worried that she had a concussion and ran some tests. He’s very charming, almost, but not quite, flirty. And Regina thinks she may still be affected by the incident because her heart is a little fluttery every time he smiles.

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adricdepsycho  asked:

So I understand the complaints about Steven Universe going off model and agree with them, but what are these complaints about color palette that I've seen crop up lately? Also, do you think that sometimes the discussion of the off model animation gets in the way of episode discussion? I really liked Room for Ruby (helped that it was just what I needed after going through a bad bout of depression), but it felt like more people were taking about the animation than the episode itself.

First of all, I’m currently writing a script that is about the critique of the art design of Steven Universe, coming from a perspective of someone with (some, not a lot) studio experience AND as a long term fan. Just throwing that out there. See it next year knowing my schedule. But still, working on it! 

I don’t remember Steven Universe fandom ever discussion the show outside of speculating on what’s to come (fusions or homeworld), trying to piecing together the leaks into what the episodes about, shipping characters.

I’m actually not all that jazz about Room for Ruby. I like the concept of the episode, but Navy’s voice was hard to listen to for long periods of time. Doesn’t help that the reveal was ruined by an article the day before it came out.  

dishurtsyou  asked:

Regarding your Matsuri omake translation I just thought to inform you that you should have probably left note about last part because I believe last part was meant to be reference to "Hana no Ko Lunlun",your translation of ルンルン is correct because it does mean "happy" but it actually could be translated to Lunlun as well and I do believe Ishida was doing reference with Matsuri because if you look at plot of that series it matches Matsuri a lot,just informing in case you didn't knew :)

Hi. Thanks for writing to me, but sometimes a banana is just a banana. Not every word Ishida writes is a literary reference. And I, being born in the 80s, obviously watched Lunlun on TV growing up: Matsuri is in no way an orphan who genuinely likes helping people, has a gentle heart and marries a fairy Prince. Matsuri is, in fact, so removed from Lunlun I’m struggling to see what similarities you might be referring to.

Also, “happiness” is in that omake because the joke is that Matsuri came to Urie to propose marriage (via sex) and left happy and the reader has to decide whether it means Urie and him had sex or if Matsuri’s gone so far the shoujo hole he finds just sleeping next to the person he likes happiness. The dirty/pure punchline is the joke, not that Ishida was hiding an anime in there.

anonymous asked:

what's session?

Nono no it’s session buddy. That’s the title. I’m not being buddy-buddy with you it’s called session buddy. 

It’s a chrome app that let’s you save clusters of tabs for later, either opening them all up at once or just the ones you need, in a new window or your current one. 

Really helpful when you’re writing essays and have like 13 tabs that you really can’t lose an have to frequently visit, but your laptop is old and can’t stay awake for 4 days straight.

anonymous asked:

I'm a shy Ravenclaw and I have great friends who love me but I feel so alone sometimes. I envy what you have with Sirius. I wish I could find someone like that but no one seems interested. All people care about these days is looks. Do you know any one that could bring me as much joy as Sirius brings to you? Or maybe just some of your wisdom can cheer me up. Thanks Remus dear.

Remus: oh I’m sorry beautiful. But you’ll find someone eventually. I can tell, just by the way you write that you know what real love is. One day you will find someone that loves you just as much as Sirius loves me. And by that time, internet friends are the best friends you could ask for. They can cheer you up all the time! Find your little pearl and cherish it

Sometimes I feel like I have ruined comics for myself forever. Sometimes I will look at a normal comic, and think to myself, what the fuck are all these fucking panels doing on the same fucking page? SPREAD EM OUT DUDE! True story.
It is my fond hope that I have ruined, or will ruin, comics for everyone else too. Scott McCloud wrote what I am sure is a pretty good book called Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art. One day I hope to write a book called Ruining Comics: Forever. It will be a 1000 page book, and every page will simply be a photograph of my face.
— 

Andrew Hussie

“I know he loves her now,” she said, “and I’m only a memory that he tries not to visit too often.” She paused, looking so at peace, but in the saddest way possible. “I guess I just hope that he thinks of me from time to time. When he sees a sunset too beautiful for words, or when our favorite artist releases a new song, or when he passes my street. I just hope that sometimes he remembers what it felt like to be nineteen and so in love that it was almost like your heart might burst. I hope that he smells my old perfume and he can’t shake the picture of me running outside of my house, barefoot, to jump into his arms. I just want our love to still be important, you know? I just… I hope it lingers.”

“It sounds like a beautiful memory,” I told her. “How could he forget?”

She smiled. “Darling, everything fades with time. Even the most vivid of moments — realizing, for the first time, you’re in love, or your first kiss, or even the day it all came crashing down around you — fade as new moments pass. I just hope I was important enough to last a little while longer.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #136 // Thinking of you because Ed Sheeran released a new song

fun bilingual things

- you know the word in second language but not first
- your notes sometimes are in both languages at once. some words are quicker to write than their equivalents
- phone autocorrects to wrong language
- the words that are the same but slightly different in your two languages are always spelled the wrong way. no matter what.
- certain memories only available in one language
- music genres?? u like maybe alternative and pop music in your first language but like rap and musical theatre in your second
- u know what verb tenses are called in your second language but not in your first
- saying bullshit like “close the lights please” because it’s idiomatically correct but not in english

“Egg shells,” I told her. “It felt like walking on egg shells.”

She had asked me what it felt like to be with him. She continued, “So why did you stay? Why did you put yourself through that?”

I smiled. “Because, sometimes, it wasn’t all that bad. If I tip toed in just the right pattern—if I watched my steps carefully—it was beautiful. We were beautiful.” Then my smile fell. “But sometimes, the egg shells cracked if even just the wind blew in the wrong way. And that’s when I should’ve left, but I never could make myself.”

She looked at me with sad eyes.

“I loved him,” I told her. “I loved him so much that I became an expert at every game he played. And he loved who I became for him.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #121 // It felt like walking on egg shells
I don’t have a problem being alone, nor not having friends. But, like everyone else, I wish for someone whom I can just freely be myself with, speak what is truly on my mind what I can’t discuss with anyone else but, sometimes, not everyone wants God as that friend.
—  msruchita 
Sometimes your forever is someone else’s for now. You’ve been through this before. I can see it in your eyes. It happens like this: you plan your life around a person who doesn’t know what he’s doing next month or next week or for the next twenty minutes. And when it comes to wandering souls, even all the love in the world can’t make them stay. 
     Or this: you give without being asked, handful after handful of yourself. He takes with big hands and hardly ever spends the night, but you blindly hope it will grow into something more. Something wonderful. It must, you think. It has to. But when his pockets are full and a new soul is calling, when the world tilts into clarity and he finds himself awake in the middle of the night, you’ll learn more than your fair share about heartbreak.
     And I know, I know, it’s hard to try again. To give and plan and hope without worrying about the burn. It’s hard, yes, but you have to. You just have to. Because one day, I promise, your forevers will align. Listen to me. One day, someone will teach you how to love again.

Sometimes I like to think about what utter awkward dorks Harry and Draco are.

Like come on guys Harry has no chill he is not suave. Can you imagine him trying to flirt with Draco in 8th year? Just sort of brash and bumbling but sincere and Draco has no fucking idea what to do with himself.

Because let’s be honest this is Draco Malfoy the boy who climbed a god damn tree to make fun of Harry so if you try to tell me in 8th year is suddenly suave and cool and a perfect flirt just…no.

More likely he does something equally awkward and ridiculous (but for the first time in his life utterly sincere) and Harry just stops dead in his tracks when he walks into his dorm room and sees it covered in hundreds of secret admirer letters.

And Harry just stands there shell shocked when Draco walks in (because it’s 8th year so of fucking course they are dorm mates) and Draco is not so subtly pretending to read his potions book.

“What’s going on?” Draco asks trying to sound smooth, and desperately hoping he isn’t blushing.

“What the hell did you do, Malfoy?” Harry asks, starting to laugh when Draco drops his book in surprise, staring at Potter with wide eyes.

“I was joking,” Harry says quietly, staring at Draco with an unreadable expression.
“Did you really do this?”

“Don’t let your ego get too big Potter it was just a-” but Draco doesn’t finish his sentence because Harry is suddenly standing in front of him, his own face flushed and confused and before Draco can stop himself he’s grabbing Potter’s tie and tugging him forward into a kiss that’s equal parts desperation and perfection.