Here’s the content plan; - From Grace is on hiatus (if that wasn’t obvious) and return January 20th.
This weekend I will be doing little thumbnails of the rest of From Grace and figure out once and for all how many pages I need to do. My goal is to keep it under 50 (and I have cut the shit out of the plot I had to facilitate this). * If there’s time I will be working on the gameplay and such for another little nuzlocke project I was inspired to do. It’s a storylocke accompanied by illustrations. I will probably try to finish the whole thing before I release it.
I also have a reading report to write over the weekend. Sunday is National Cat Day.
Moving forward. I will continue to working on and aim to finish Issue 1 of Tell No Tales by the end of November.
I want to redo The Fall’s prologue and epilogue and a little special illustration to boost my creative juices in and Nuz mojo.
** While I sketch out Issue 2 of TNT, I will begin working on From Grace again (in December) and prepare a truly badass update for January. I will post some tidbits and even pages out of context as I feel motivated to do so as proof of life.
Until then, be kind to one another Get yourself a nice soft blanket Pet a pet stay salty
this time last year i was smokin weed literally all day every day, working at mcdonald’s after several job gaps, in the process of getting evicted after just getting out of jail, and i was living with my aunt to get back up on my feet. my state of mind was fucked up and i didn’t wanna be around a single soul. i needed to breathe. then some childish shit happened and forced me to pack all my shit and completely hop all the way out of kentucky. i hated every aspect of my life and i wasn’t content with how things were going. i lost everything i worked for. i felt like my life was falling apart. fast forward to today and i’m in a much better place. my overall mentality and health is much more balanced. some of the things i used to cry about and pray for have manifested their way into my life. i’ve been through so much shit. the things i’ve mentioned in this caption are very surface level and only a few of the hellish moments of my life. do i regret any of it? hell no. i needed those tough times for strengthening and growth. after all, i was able to bear it all and God had to show me that in some form or fashion. i take it as the universe doing its job and moving through me and my life to sort things out the way they’re meant to be now. i’m still healing. i’m still bettering myself. i’m still searching for God knows what.. but i’m also still breathing.. and that’s something i remember and feel extremely thankful for every single time i open my eyes to the sunrise. you reading this… whatever you’re facing, internal or external battle… or both… please know that you’re going to get through it. you have all the strength you need within you even if you think otherwise. i promise you it’s going to get better and that’s not just another cliché phrase. i’ve learned that sometimes you gotta be your own supporter, your own shield, and your own crying shoulder. nobody got you like you do. so make sure you’re loving yourself enough to stand tall through your trials. you have all the power in the world to change your story. most importantly, believe in yourself. and if you don’t… at least know that i do.
some useless writing tips, as we carreen into NaNoWriMo
november is a shitty month to do a writing challenge unless you are a college student or a white man with a wife. ponder that one for a fuckin second
that said, ten minutes writing, five minutes resting a la Nanowrimo works pretty good for getting a bunch of words out to edit later.
if you need to look something up [[double bracket it]] in the text and keep on with your life
[[double brackets]] in general are great for putting shit into that you know will need to be dealt with later or notes about the story itself, which is a writing tip I first learned from Piers Antony and which I suppose justifies his entire shitty oeuvre. I shouldn’t talk, I read a lot of them. I read a lot of Robert Heinlein too, and the takeaway I think I’m going for is “squeeze what you can out of shitty white male writers and ignore them for the rest of your life”
highlight shit you know has to be dealt with later and keep writing so there’s a later to deal with it
a joke is much funnier if you let the reader do half the work.
never apologize, never explain - well, explain a little. but over explaining never works. trust your readers. in my experience they’re much smarter than you are.
if you say things in a straightforward way without explaining that unlike in real life, a hoodorwooflersten is entirely unlike, but not quite, like a horse that acts like a dog, and allow the reader to figure out through context that a hoodorwooflersten barks but you can ride it, things go much much smoother.
don’t be ashamed of your old stuff, no matter how shitty. practice makes perfect, and someone probably enjoyed it. respect your past self and them.
read a shitton, and think about what you read
done is better than perfect. done is better than perfect. done is better than perfect.
writing, like drawing and painting, is an artistic skill made possible by technical training. the mechanics of writing can be learned. maybe you can’t be taught the spark. but you can learn to be ready for it
you gotta write a lot of shitty stuff to one or two good stuff. I’m sorry. It’s dumb. I wish it didn’t work like that.
There is One True Writing Method, and that is the one that works for you.
If it doesn’t feel good don’t do it
not like, bunnies and sparkles good, artistic good. there’s a difference. you can be moaning and bitching but it’s still good. I don’t know how to describe it. you have to chase the high.
it works pretty good to have a goal of writing so many words (anywhere from 1 - 1000 is a pretty good ballpark) or time spent wrting per day but if you don’t make it it’s terribly counterproductive to beat yourself up about it
unless you are paying the bills by writing, it’s okay to take a break from writing. Go hike. play a video game. if it doesn’t give you joy (sometimes a hard angry joy, to be sure) stop doing it. rest.
5 Things Not To Do When You See A Disabled Person Under 21
I’m a disabled high schooler so I experience this shit a lot and I just wanna tell y’all what not to do, not to be mean but to just educate y’all
Assume we don’t know things. This happens to me a lot. I’m a straight A student, I’m in honors classes, and yet people still think I’m in need of educational help. I know it’s the cane cause people will talk to me normally, but then speak like I’m a 5 year old when they see my cane. It’s rude and honestly disrespectful so pls don’t.
“You’re too young to be disabled.” Holy shit no. Some of us are born with a disabilty and even if we aren’t, you don’t get to say shit about that. My legs didn’t stop working because I’m young, it’s because I have an actual illness.
“You’d be better if you went out more.” Ihave dealt with this so often. When I’m in extreme pain, instead of getting me pain meds or help, I normally get told I need to go out more. Walk around a bit. Fuck you.
“You shouldn’t rely on that ___” Hell no. If you take away my cane, I can walk but I’ll be in so much pain I’ll start crying. Also? Have you thought that maybe I actually need this cane? I’m not doing it for attention.
Which brings me to… DONT CALL US ATTENTION SEEKING. I promise you that if I could walk without my cane, I would. I don’t want this shit, and you saying it’s not real makes it worse.
This is just the tip of the iceberg but here’s some basic no-nos.
Okay so I think that the “Harry Hart is gay” theory is not a shot in the dark. Reasons:
1) In TSS when Dean’s goon tells him there’s “another rent boy round the corner” (or words to that affect) he gets affronted
2) A similar scene in TGC, where the f-slur is used, he gets affronted too. Anyone can get affronted, but this feels very personal. He locks them in so they can’t escape in both scenes. He’s gonna make them hurt. He could beat the shit out of them easy in TSS, he doesn’t need to box them in. But he does. He traps them. In a relatively small room. Metaphor, much?
3) “I’m a Catholic whore currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic.” There’s that devious little smirk where I just feel like there is more truth to that than Harry dares to let on.
4) That scene were Elton John promises “backstage passes” is a fucking euphemism and Harry’s face is fucking gold.
Seunghyun: Hongki hyung may look like a kid in daily life, but he’s actually really mature. The longer you know him, the more you realize that he’s actually a really different hyung than what he looks like. (x)
hey hello! so Ive read almsot all the sfw fics in the kiribaku ao3 tag, and figured that, since theres people that no doubt avoid that tag because of all the explicit fics, i might as well recommend some of my favourite fics. Please reblog so that these authors get more recognition for their amazing works.
like you’re running out of time, like you need it to survive* bakugou’s feelings towards kirishima, and his jealousy around kirishima’s internship and his debut as a hero, is an amazing reminder that the two of them are just 15 yo kids with dreams. Had me unconditionally angry with the pro heroes for putting these kids through all this.
We’re a good match, so let’s start a fire* A cool take on the fantasy AU where Bakugou is searching for a dragon, and Kirishima is the dragon prince who’s ‘helping’ him search for… well, himself. Probably one of the best fantasy au works i’ve red so far.
close the door on your way out Bakugou works at a bakery. Kirishima is a regular that he’s trying to convince himself he hates.His relationships with his coworkers are so, so good.
Troubled Sleeping Kirishima always goes to Bakugou to help him through his nightmares. Now it’s bakugou’s turn to be the comforting one. It’s really nice seeing the possible outcome of the internship arc on Kirishima’s mental health, instead of him just brushing it all off.
towards the light* Kirishima is absoutely smitten with the angry boy working at his parents’ flowershop and keeps buying flowers he really doesnt need just to see him.FLOWERSHOP AUS ARE MY LIFE !
this is home Bakugou doesnt get how kirishima can love him. Kirishima isnt having any of that shit.
Dulcet It takes Kirishima confessing to Bakugou for him to realize that, yeah, he likes him back.
one to ten Kirishima has to climb the ladder of friendship before he can ask Bakugou out. This was so heartwrenching and sweet all at once.
heart stains on the carpet* Bakugou, a chemist, made a scientific breakthrough. This leads to some mishaps where people try to steal his work. That’s when Kirishima, wearing fucking crocs, shows up at his doorstep claiming to be his bodyguard. One of my personal favourites. Had me feeling way too many feelings.
just want my head on your shoulder Bakugou is affection starved and doesnt know how relationships are supposed to go. My attention span isnt letting me read all of this but? Touch starved Bakugou? hell yeah
Made to measure Kirishima just wants his boyfriend to have fun at the pool. Bakugou just wants to know how this all seems to be so easy for him. This opened my eyes to both Bakugou and Kirishima being trans, and I am forever thankful.
The Only One (incomplete.) I haven’t read all of this one yet, and it’s a work in progress, but Bakugou’s internal monologue and issues are so guttural, harsh, and genuine in a way that is far from sugarcoated. I cant wait to see how it progresses.
ghosts beneath ink wash stars* Bakugou is a famous artists that moves to a remote, off the map town for an unknown reason. Kirishima is in charge of trying to make him feel welcome.
Louis Tomlinson’s mother asked for one thing for her birthday, a murder mystery party. One of the families invited drops out last minute, and Louis absolutely needs to find replacements for their characters or the party will be ruined. A hero emerges in the form of the cute new guy at work that Louis has been crushing on from a far.
A holiday AU in which Harry goes to St. Ives for Gemma’s wedding and his baggage gets lost at the airport, only for him to find a stranger at his resort who is definitely wearing his clothes and definitely won’t admit it. The little shit.
Lance, staring at his textbook: I’m so done I’m going to drop out and work at McDonald’s when the fuck am I ever going to need to know the quadratic formula I’m going to drop out what kind of shit-
Literally everyone else during a test: omg, Keith is probably nailing this test I bet he didn’t even study he’s so cool
Keith: Is currently sacrificing an animal cracker in the bathroom to Satan in hopes of striking a deal
Lance: Pidge,Iverson left his Facebook open on his laptop let’s post the entire script of the Bee Movie
Pidge: Nah,I did that last week
Keith, coming into class late, pours an entire monster into his cup of coffee: I’m going to die
Shiro: *reaching for the cup* we die like men
Iverson at Lance: This is third crash this week,cadet,can you even fly straight?!
Lance: Well sir, you see-
Lance: Pidge, my man, light of my life, best bro in the universe, best damn genius pilot of the garrison
Pidge: I’m not broadcasting All Star over the intercoms so you can get out of detention
Lance: Really? In front of my salad??
Lance and Keith both sneak down to the mess hall for a midnight snack and catch each other. They both stare at each other, then share a knowing nod
Shiro’s email to Iverson during finals week:
Unfortionately, I will not be attending class tomorrow because I have officially run out of fucks to give. I am currently writing this in a Wendy’s parking lot at 2 in the morning. There is Frosty on my windshield. I no longer fear death.
Lance to Hunk: How much you wanna bet Iverson lost his eye because he didn’t know how to use chopsticks
Hunk: Lance it’s three in morning have mercy
Hunk: Do you ever think about the inevitability of death and how literally anything and everything we do is pointless
Pidge: I told Lance to not give you a 5 Hour Energy but does anyone ever listen to me?
Matt: *guesses the wrong answer in front of class*
Matt: Welp, guess it’s time to drop out
Keith, after studying all night with no sleep, currently running off of caffeine pills and five Monsters, has had twelve mental break downs in the past four hours: Guess who’s fucking acing this flight simulator bitches