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Friendly reminder that Guzma accomplished his childhood dream before you even finished your trials. You know, how he wanted to be a Trial Captain and all, but was rejected? Yeah. He accomplished that. Don’t believe me?

Po Town was his bug trial. Consider this: the player goes to Po Town as a distraction so Skull could escort Lillie back to Aether. In order for this to work they had to know where you were, what you were doing, and have a plan to keep you busy long enough to keep you out of the way. So what does Guzma do? He sets up barricades. Trial barricades. And puts grunts out at strategic positions. And lets his grunts keep running their Pokemon Center. Well, that’s all incidental, you might think. They make money from running their center, anyways, so why not let them keep on with it? Besides the part where it would be infinitely easier to let you exhaust your pokemon with your limited resources and have all of his grunts hold you hostage with their healthy, energetic pokemon.

Of course, then you get into the mansion, and that’s when the trial really starts. Every trial in the game has you complete a certain task. You know, defeating a bunch of pokemon, taking pictures, answering quizzes… or finding passcodes. I mean, let’s be honest, here. Team Skull probably doesn’t use passcodes to get to Guzma. They can all tell they’re Team Skull. They have very specific threads. and they don’t ever stop moving their hands. They know when they’re talking to another grunt, and if there’s something urgent they have to tell him there’s no time to have to sit and go through his whole dumb password routine—and even if they did, remember, this whole thing was planned ahead of time. Guzma could have easily coerced his grunts into not saying shit about the passwords and make you waste more time going allllll the way up only to figure out you had to go running around to figure that shit out. But nope. There was one grunt, who decided to tell you very loudly about oh man these passwords are so hard to remember you know those two entire things about Guzma that anyone living in that mansion would know, plus making sure to say no at the end aw jeez aw man whoops I guess I just lost this information somewhere in the mansion and am making no move to try and head you off before you find it haha.
He told you what Guzma wanted him to tell you.

So you get the passwords, and you head on up to see Guzma, but he doesn’t have a totem pokemon or anything, so for your trial you just have to beat him, instead. This isn’t the first time you fought him, and it hasn’t even been very long since the first fight, either. He knows you’ve beaten him before. He knows you might very well beat him again. And he has this entirely inconspicuous treasure chest filled with Buginium Z. You know. That Z-crystal he stole from EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMN REGION because he didn’t want anyone else to have it. That Buginium Z. “Well obviously he wants to show it off since he thinks he’s hot shit!” you say, and yeah, that’s probably why he usually leaves it out. Except, remember, he knows you’re coming. He knows he may or may not win. And even then, if he didn’t want you to have the Buginium, he could have just hidden the chest or closed the lid and sat on it. You’re eleven. He’s twenty-something and the tallest character in the game. He could have just put his hand on your forehead and you wouldn’t have been able to reach it. Instead, he leaves it out. Leaves it open. And leaves you alone in his throne room after you beat him. You know. With his prized treasure that he thinks says he’s the most badass Bug trainer in Alola. If he didn’t want you to have a Buginium, he would have damn well made sure you never even saw it. You beat him. He lets you have it.

So you take the Buginium that he’s left sitting out on “accident” and head back out through the mansion, maybe taking one last look for shit before you go because you steal everyone’s things without remorse, and on your way out of Po Town, you notice the barricades are gone. The trial barricades that you can only pass through when you’ve defeated a captain’s trial, like they told you wayyyy back in the very beginning of the game. They could have left those up to slow you down a little bit more, give Lusamine a little more time without having to worry about you getting in the way, but instead Guzma’s let you waltz out without having to jump through any hoops—he left before you, remember. He’s the one who had them taken down.

You have to keep in mind that all of this was planned. That they needed a way to keep you busy so they could take Lillie. That Guzma knew you were coming and had plenty of time to prepare. So you leave Po Town, continuing on your adventure under a little bit more pressure than before, but Guzma? Jackass he may be, for one pokemon battle of one hour of one day, Guzma did the one thing he’d ever wanted to do in the first place:

Guzma was a Trial Captain.


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Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled. 

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“This is the training room.”

You nod even though you’re barely processing anything you’re being told.

Three days ago you’d woken up in an abandoned warehouse, with no idea where you were or how you’d gotten there. There were significant gaps in your memory and a you were in lot of pain. Then someone in a red metal suit had entered your field of vision, frowning, and you’d passed out, wondering if it was all some kind of dream. When you’d come to for the second time, you were in the infirmary and this man, (Steve?), started saying something  about a group of enhanced individuals and you being one of them. It took all your willpower to not pass out again.

“We don’t know what your abilities are, but given your enhancements, people are going to come after you. It’s important that you learn to defend yourself.”

You’re still not sure what ‘abilities’ he’s talking about, or what he means by 'enhancements’.

“Training is usually carried out by Natasha or Wanda,” Steve’s speaking again, barely taking notice of you staring at him with eyes wider than plates. “But since they’re away on a mission, we’ll have to find someone else to train you.”  

You nod your head, still trying to understand everything. The names are meaningless to you, and you’re not too keen on getting trained by anyone, especially not if they all have the same stressed out demeanor that Steve seems to radiate. There’s a dull headache beginning to throb at the back of your skull, and honestly, you just need to close your eyes for a bit.

“We should go speak to Fury.”

As if you know who that is. You just nod and follow after him as he hurries along.

Everything about Director Nick Fury is unnerving, from the immaculate state of his office to the way his eye seems to be looking right through you. You swallow hard as he addresses Steve, keeping his eye trained on you the entire time.

“And we don’t know what her abilities are?”

You grit your teeth, still uncomfortable with all the talk of your abilities and your supposed enhancement. You can barely remember your own name.

“Not yet.”

Nick sighs and seems to be in deep thought. After a moment, he turns his body to you. “Can you shoot a gun?”

You look at him incredulously. A gun, you? You could barely hold a kitchen knife without fumbling with it. To hold, no, to shoot a gun? If this was any other situation, you might have laughed. Instead, you shake your head. “No, sir.”

He turns back to Steve. “Well, she’s going to have to learn. Barnes is the best sniper we’ve got. He’ll train her.”

Steve winces, and for a moment he looks like he’s about to say something else, but Fury turns his attention to the screen in front of him, clearly dismissing the two of you.

Steve leads you through the maze-like halls of the compound, until finally, you’re standing in front of large double doors. He pauses and looks to you with a sigh. He seems beat down, dark circles and pallid face. You almost sympathize, but then realize you probably look much the same.

“Bucky’s a good guy, Y/N. Just remember that.”

You’re not sure what he means, or why that’s even relevant, but you don’t have time to think as Steve pushes open the doors and strides inside before coming to a stop in a living-room of sorts, where two people are seated on the couch. Neither of them seem too happy to be in the other’s presence.

Upon seeing Steve, both of them stand, and the one to the right smiles brightly. He’s the first person you’ve seen that looks relaxed at the compound, wearing sweats and a t-shirt and an expression of genuine interest on his face.

“Captain,” he greets, but it’s more out of mock respect than a soldier-like salute, and even Steve’s eyes crinkle. You can tell their friendship goes a long way.  His brown eyes glance at you. His smile doesn’t waver, and it’s so contagious that you can’t hold back the smile that makes its way onto your lips.

If this is Barnes, then maybe training won’t be as bad as it sounds.

Your spare a glance at the person to his left, dressed in the same relaxing attire but looking nowhere near as calm. Every part of this man’s body language screams stress, from head to toe. Upon seeing you, his scowl deepens, and you drop your smile.

“Buck, you’re taking this round of training.”

The guy to the left grins and turns to you. “And I’m guessing she’s the one who needs training?”

Steve nods and you feel your erratic heartbeat slow down significantly. The warning that Steve had given you earlier disappears to the back of your head; the guy seems so chill and laidback, it’s a breather. You smile back, until–

“Oh man, good luck.”

The confusion must show on your face, because the guy turns to Mr. Scowls-A-Lot and claps him on the back. “Meet our resident Grinch, Bucky Barnes.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and Bucky glares at you, fingers curled into a fist. You want to ask him what put him in such a bad mood, but you’re not sure you’ll stay alive long enough to hear the answer.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, Steve?” Bucky’s jaw clenches and his face is slowly turning red. Even Steve, who seems to be in charge here, grimaces. With a sigh, he follows Bucky to the other corner of the room. You plop down onto the sofa.

“I’d say don’t worry but, I’d definitely worry.” You turn to the first guy, and he holds out his hand. “I’m Sam.”

“Y/N,” you shake it, then gesture to the duo in the corner, having a pretty heated conversation. “Is he always this…”

“Grumpy? Only on a good day.” When he sees your face pale even more, Sam laughs. “I’m just kidding. He takes some warming up to, but he’s not a bad guy.”

He repeats exactly what Steve had said, and for whatever reason, the words aren’t reassuring in the least. Bucky and Steve’s conversation seems to have escalated to loud whispers now, and you catch certain phrases here and there, “I don’t know… Nobody seems to… Can’t be trusted.”

The last one hits you hard, and you want to be angry, but Bucky’s right. You barely remember anything about yourself and you have supposed abilities that you’re pretty much in the dark about; even you can’t trust yourself.

The clock on the wall shows the time to be just past two in the morning, and just as the second hand makes its way around the face for the second time, Bucky walks up to you, fists clenched and breathing heavily through his nose.

“Meet me in the training room tomorrow morning. Six a.m. sharp.” He’s less than thrilled about the whole ordeal, and you can only match his level of discomfort.

As he storms out of the room, you throw your head back onto the couch and groan.

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Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

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genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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I hesitated a lot about this and how to put what I wanted to say…

The most important thing is that he has people who care, are there and will stay until he gets better.

It’s hard when one doesn’t have the perspective or could I say is more “sensitive and understanding”? About those subjects. And some would say “get better soon” “smile” and things like that. I don’t want to sound rude or negative, just trying to help from my personal perspective too, these kind of comments often come off as a burden.
I have so much I want to say but it’s hard to put it in words.
First, if anyone reading this is going through a hard time, struggling, with mental health, know that you’re not alone. Yes, that cliche phrase, I know, but I mean it. You aren’t. You really aren’t alone in how you’re feeling, in what you’re going through.
It is okay to feel that way, to feel sad, to feel all of that so deep and intense… I know, it must be overwhelming, but it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You will.
Take your time, to feel, to understand, to heal. Allow yourself to heal. You deserve it. You are important and you deserve to get better.
Even a little spark in the dark, even a little step you make, it may seem like nothing? But it’s huge. It’s important. Always, always take your time. Don’t rush your healing. You are human, we aren’t perfect. But you deserve to keep living, to keep loving, being loved, cared.
The first step is always the hardest but you can do it. At your own time, always remember. It’s going to be okay. You’ll be okay.

I’m not a professional counselor or anything like that and I do struggle myself, I have anxiety and depression and yes, it’s not easy. But I sincerely wrote from my perspective and I mean it. I really hope all of you are okay.

I recommend the blog twloha to understand a bit more about this subject. It’s the only blog I read that I find helpful, informative and not triggering. (But this is a personal opinion). And if you’re struggling the best recommendation is to go to counseling or a doctor or talk with someone, anyone! I know it’s hard but you can do it! Take your time.

anonymous asked:

Is Doggo swapped with anyone?

The swap no one was expecting and absolutely nobody asked for: Doggo and Onionsan.

It may sound weird, but for us the logic behind this swap has less to do with the role they play and more with the place they occupy from the game’s perspective: They are both unaviodable encounters the first time you go through Snowdin and Waterfall. Both watch over the ONLY access of the next area, and both surprise the player by appearing out of nowhere (specially Onionsan).

In their swap versions, Doggo is an eccentric college dropout who had to return to his hometown after failing hard on his dreamed career. He is too embarrassed to go back to his friends and family just yet, so he wanders around Snowdin’s forest trying to gather courage. The distracting outfit is something Asriel let him borrow to avoid recognizion (since he used to be one of Asriel’s group in his youth, and the Lost Kids always help each other).

Onionsan is the sentry in charge of guarding some key locations on Waterfall (all surrounded by water, of course). He has very bad sight, but can sense movement due to the vibrations in the water, which makes him a perfect guard for bridges and frozen spaces. Believe me, you don’t want to fight knife-wielding tentacles.

- Poisond

🌞🌿 I just got home after another very long drive, my second last exam for this semester and a very stressful and all round not-so-great day. I’m exhausted and have probably cried my body weight in tears. This is a reminder that’s it’s OKAY not to be okay sometimes. Life can throw unexpected things at you. Life can be hard and uncomfortable. But without these negatives we might not appreciate and be able to recognise all the POSITIVES. All the wonderful moments that make life so special and amazing💫
Sending all my love to anyone else who’s going through a tough time or who’s just had a bad day. Go make yourself a delicious nourishing meal and curl up with your favourite book or movie like I’m doing now❤️
You got this.
We got this.

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Valentine Drabbles #4 | Sehun, You

Another not really a drabble.

Requested by @samiralucy​; High school AU; When you like your best friend, things starts to become awkward.

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Being in love with your best friend is the hardest thing anyone could go through.

You will begin to fear your feelings and try hard to fight with them anyway possible. Because it’s well known. Once you confess, that beautiful friendship, that person who is always by your side, that friend you depend on the most, will come to ignore you and things will never be the same.

That’s what you feared so you consoled your feelings for that person sitting next to you, sipping on his tomato juice. Oh Sehun. The one who stayed by your side on your hardest times. When you almost dropped out of High school, he made you change your mind. When you had strong fight with your father, he was the one to come to you and comfort you. 

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You Can Plunder My Dungeon Anytime

Slightly late for this @sterek-bingo entry because I fell asleep early last night! Enjoy :)

This story was written for the Kids square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).

You Can Plunder My Dungeon Anytime

Sometimes, they come in the night, and it’s unexpected, and it’s like drowning.

Other times, Stiles knows to expect them. He can feel the sensation building in his chest, like an invisible hand reaching inside him and squeezing him tighter and tighter, making it more and more difficult to breathe, until at last it overwhelms him completely and he’s gone. He can’t stop it, the blood rushing in his ears and the world spinning around him, sucking him under.

There are different ways of dealing with it. Anyone who tries to suggest breathing exercises can go fuck themselves, but holding an object – something smooth and hard that he can squeeze tight without it giving – helps sometimes. He has an app on his phone that puts up psychedelic images to try and help him focus.

Mostly, though, it’s just a question of panting through it until it’s over and he feels slightly less like he’s dying.

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“My dear beloved members, I’m glad to see your faces being blessed during on stage these days. Enjoying music and being together as seven members, I feel blessed. We worked hard to be finally here right? We shared the pains, working through hardships, and when the time gets rough, we helped each other out. And I think that’s how we finally got here. Before we started our activities, I was really worried. Hanbin-hyung comforted me saying ‘I won’t let anyone behind, we will go together, so believe in me.’ Bobby-hyung who told me to be more confident and gives me a lot of advice. Jinhwan-hyung who is warmly watching over and guiding me. June who told me that I have my own strength and to improve them to get better. Yunhyeong-hyung who becomes my model to work even harder. And from those things and words, I think I gained my strength to overcome my worries and finally be here. Lastly to our trusted maknae Chanwoo, as my friend and maknae, thank you very much for always making us smile and laugh. I always feel sorry towards you guys. So, I will grow and be more mature. Even though we just started this journey, we’ve made up until here. If we stick together as seven members of iKON, I believe that the fans who are here with us right now, will stay with us forever. Let’s not disappoint the fans and continue working hard together as seven members. Thank you for being always right next to me. I love you guys. Love, Donghyuk.” 


This set is dedicated to all my followers who are going through hard times right now. Never let anyone to tell you how to life your life, you have the power in you to make anything you wish possible, so if something makes you happy, go for it! 

my eyes don’t shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

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they’re trying to spend more time together. 

or, robert comes out to victoria for the first time. 

They’re trying to spend more time together.

It was somewhere between Victoria splitting with Adam, and the middle of the summer, when Robert realised he hadn’t been making enough time for his little sister. He’d been sitting at the dinner table one evening, watching Aaron tease Liv over her new hairdo (Bernice, of course it was down to Bernice) and he realised he didn’t have that with Vic, not really, not anymore.

They’d grown apart, more than they even had been in the years Robert had spent away from the village, and he didn’t like it. Hated it, in fact. From the moment she’d come into his life, Victoria had been his favourite, his little sister all bright eyed and soft smiles from the moment his parents had brought her home.

He vaguely remembered getting to hold her, once. Victoria must have been a few months old, by then, because he didn’t remember their mum sitting next to him, making sure he was holding her properly.

No, she must have been a few months old. Robert remembered the overwhelming love he’d felt for her, as he’d held her, Victoria happily tugging on his finger. He remembered holding her, and promising that he’d be the best big brother in the world.

He hadn’t always been that, but he was trying, he was trying now. Robert had suggested their weekly get together (usually on a Tuesday evening, when Victoria wouldn’t be working) and over weeks, and months, they’d forged something so good between them.

She wasn’t just his baby sister anymore, she was his best friend, Victoria all bright eyes and soft smiles even now, decades on from that first day their parents had brought her home.

Victoria had always been the best of the Sugden lot.

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"Cassian deserves better than Nesta" 😡😡😡

Any time I see “Cassian deserves better than Nesta” my blood boils. Straight silvery fire rage in my eyes. Who the hell is anyone to say who people deserve? Do you know these people? Do you know everything they as individuals and a couple have been through? Let me answer that. No you don’t because Sarah hasn’t told us yet. Nesta Archeron is a complex character. There are layers to her and despite her hard exterior this is a girl who was constantly facing her fears throughout these books, ACOTAR- Tries to go over the wall to save her sister. ACOMAF- Agrees to hold meeting in her house that could get her killed. ACOWAR- Tells her story to a group of people who she was raised to hate that doesn’t give a shit about humans in hopes of convincing them to save 1,000s of lives. Then offers herself as a distraction/sacrifice fighting Hybern to buy her sister time to stop the cauldron and the war.

So someone please tell me why Cassian doesn’t deserve a woman who would face her fears at every turn to defend those she loves and cares about. Does he not deserve someone who defends him verbally and physically against his enemies? Does he not deserve someone who waits up to see if he’s okay? Does he not deserve someone who pays so much attention to everything about him that she can tell when he’s hurt? Does he not deserve someone who would rather die than live a life without him?

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Nina is more than the “I love waffles” and your “fat/curvy girl” trope and portrayal in this fandom. Nina Zenik can also be representation for those girls (and guys) who had to handle her own and do what they needed to do, which costed her everything. She had to part ways with her family and friends due to the on-going war in Ravka just to live a better life. She dwelled in her gift and was basically next to the top of her peers when it came down to her grisha powers. In the midst of being held captive by her future lover, and to the time when they could both understand the other, their backgrounds, beliefs, and making amends to set aside their prejudiced ways, Nina held her ground through it all. She would not let some drüskelle mock her culture, her name, and her gift. Nina would check anyone, including Matthias, who insulted who she was and where she came from. I think what I love most about Nina is not simply just how she’s built physically wise, or the tiniest things like her love for waffles, but the fact that she loves and stands up for her people through hard times, whenever and wherever. I love the fact that Nina can go from checking a mere stranger to her one and only soulmate when it comes to her people. I love how she defends them regardless, how she cares for them, how she loves them. Almost every point of view you get from Nina in the soc series consists of her pain and longing for her fellow peers. Nina represents those who want justice for their people, and will break down barriers, chains, and mountains just to obtain it.

anonymous asked:

I relate to Dylan so much it's starting to scare me. The suicidal thoughts the self harm. What he wrote in his journal. I relate to Eric in the sense of being angry and silently screaming and needing someone to intervene because I can't stop myself. I don't reach out because no one will listen. No one takes it seriously until it's too late

See, this is one of the pitfalls of spending too much time resonating and connecting in so deeply with the boys. We run the risk at the detriment of our own mental health. And let me tell you, it happens to us all - myself included. :) 

To paraphrase Brooks Brown when he was on Tumblr in 2013:
“You’re not getting inside their head, you’re allowing them to get inside yours.”

We need to remember that though we understand the boys so deeply as a mirror to our own selves, we are not those boys.  Our destiny does not have to end up the same way.

It sounds to me like you need to take a break from Columbine and the TCC tag for now. It is time to refocus your energies on taking care of yourself. It’s time to step back and do some healing.  

 If there is no one in your immediate world that you feel will really listen to you in a serious manner then I would encourage you to check out these resources listed below.  I know many Millennials don’t like calling someone on the phone or have anxiety with it - so optionally, please text chat with a counselor!   

We all witnessed your anonymous message in a bottle here. So, please know that all of us are aware that you’re going through something tough and you feel in over your head.  We are here.  

Please take the first step and connect with someone who can help you sort through this hard time. <3

Whatever you’re going through, you don’t have to go through it alone.

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is a United States based service available 24/7/365. You do not have to be thinking about suicide to call. The Lifeline supports anyone struggling emotionally. If you need someone to talk to, reach out: 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

You can also chat with a counselor online.

Dylan and Eric don’t want you to add to their casualties list all because you’ve empathized and aligned so deeply with them. Your life matters. ❤️

anonymous asked:

bless you, and bless your tags. hamilton was a fuck up, but his letters to eliza are filled with so much love and concern that i am confused that people say he was only in it for the status

Like, was her family a plus?  Yes.  Did she fit his type (pretty and rich)?  Yes.  That doesn’t mean he didn’t love her!  It’s so, so obvious that he did. 

And it’s not like Eliza fell for a foot soldier, you know?  He was the personal secretary to George freaking Washington!  He was a big deal.  Trust me that the girl wasn’t going to Jockey Hollow to find a husband.  She had standards, too, we just accept her standards and don’t accept his for some, often uncomfortable, reason.  Like, notice that people don’t give her shit for marrying “down,” but his motives get questioned for marrying “up” And people don’t get that he worked really fucking hard to get into that social group!  (And, like, never mind that her very haughty and aristocratic family accepted him just fine, and they knew the truth of his beginnings better than anyone at the time).  

Did they bring things besides love to their marriage?  Yes, but that’s absolutely normal and ok since people are still doing the same damn thing today.

I can’t remember which book it’s from, but there’s a quote that’s basically like they deserved one another in the best way and were a great match: he was going to go far in life and she was a girl who deserved the type of husband who would end up on money; and he was smart and worked hard and deserved legitimacy through the Schuylers and a wife who would help him along in his career.  

These two met because they were looking for someone like the other.  But it worked out for them because they fell in love.

When it comes to Hamilton, people need to stop focusing so much on that first part.

anonymous asked:

*curtsies* Dear Duke, do you believe in talent? Is there such a thing in writing as talent at all? Because I think that anyone can write it's all the question of practice and motivation while in art, painting. and drawing talent is necessary and it used to sadden me because I mostly write but I can't draw so in conclusion I don't have any talents.

*Curtsies* First thing: I absolutely think you need talent to be a good writer. And I think writing is art, and that to suggest it’s just a matter of practice in a way that visual arts aren’t is insulting to writers. But I also believe that all the talent in the world won’t make a difference if you’re not willing to work at it, and that sometimes people assume that talent and hard work are mutually exclusive. Newsflash: Nope. You think painters and sculptors and cartoonists spend any less time learning and working and failing than writers do? You think a concert pianist spends any less time practicing? Nope. Writing, like every other art form, requires a combination of talent and hard work. You’re not going to magically be great at anything without both. (Artists and musicians or anyone else who feels inclined, feel free to back me up.)

Second thing: Concluding that you “don’t have any talents” because there’s one thing you don’t happen to be good at is melodramatic, and it’s something you should try to work through because dude, nobody is going to feel sorry for you. We all want to be good at stuff and just aren’t. I love music. Have since I was a kid. I want so desperately to have some kind of musical talent and you know what? I just don’t. Did I learn to passably play the piano? Yes. Did I learn a little guitar? Yes. Can I carry a tune? Yes. Am I ever going to be a rock star? Hell no. That’s life. I spent fifteen years trying to be an actor. Turns out I’m really not good enough. Does it suck? You bet. Any use crying about it? Nope. Nobody’s good at everything they want to be good at, and in the long run, you’ll be a lot better off nurturing the talents you do have than moping about the ones you don’t, or acting like a talent you have isn’t actually a talent and feeling sorry for yourself. Because guess what? There are ten thousand people out there who desperately want to be writers but can’t string ten words together no matter how hard they try (kind of like how you can’t draw a picture you’re happy with even though you desperately want to). My guess is they’d be pretty be pissed if you tried to tell them writing doesn’t take talent. It does take talent. You’re just taking that talent for granted because you have it. And people who can write? They will also be pissed. I don’t mind telling you, I’m pissed. You think anyone can write? That’s insulting. Tell that to thirteen years of hard work, weeks and months of struggling to get a narrative just right, five drawer novels, dozens of rejections, 45 drafts of my first book, and the meticulous attention I’ve lavished on each one of 110,000 thousand words in each of eight different manuscripts. The implication that just anybody could do what I do if they felt like it fucking sucks. 

I’m sorry if this seems a little salty. That’s because it’s honest. You have talent. Cultivate it. Don’t waste it or belittle it wishing it were different, or make people who share your talent or wish they did feel like it’s worthless.

I’m not upset with any one who’s ever neglected me, hurt me, abused me, or took me for granted. I have no grudge against anyone who’s ever turned their back on me, spoke down on me, or slept on me. I’m happy with myself for recognizing that sometimes in life people fuck up. I’ve fucked up numerous times too. I’ve been selfish and treated people in a way that I wish I never would have.. but I’m happy with myself for forgiving everyone who forced me to learn something about people, the hard way. One thing about life is.. you create it and manifest it at your own desire/level of perception. So if you believe life is beautiful.. let everything you go through be beautiful. Even the ugliest things you’ll have to face.
—  Reyna Biddy