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What she says: I’m fine

What she means: why do people give writers such a bad rep? Why are people convinced that we sit around doing nothing all day and just stare at a computer screen and one day words magically appear and then they magically turn into a book and then we never have to write ever again because they think publishing a book means you’re set for life and can travel the world and never have to work again? Where does the notion that creating art is lazy come from when it used to be the most celebrated form of work in history? Why do people think that that writing isn’t a Real Job™ and just a hobby, and that writers somehow freeload their way through life to avoid the Real World™ and that all writers somehow live in a disconnected utopian fantasy and need to grow up? Why? Where does that come from?

Dusty

Of course I decided to write a small little fic type thing about Washington sneezing like a kitten, idk what you expected.

It had been raining all morning and they hadn’t been anticipating it, the base was currently anything but rainproof, they hadn’t even had time to finish that since the crash mere days earlier. Washington and Tucker were rummaging around in the cargo unit for any rain tarps they could find to cover up the leaking cracks and holes in the makeshift base.
“Wash, I think I see some over here!” Tucker perked up, running across the wall to a pile of boxes covered in a bright blue watertight tarp. The thing was huge and could easily cover about half the roof, exactly what they needed. Tucker went to go pick it up, grabbing the edges of it and yanking it back with a swift pull. Washington realized all too late that the tarp was coated in a thick layer of dust, something he hadn’t accounted for. He turned his head away from the cloud of dust that had puffed into the air but it was too late. He inhaled some and it tickled at his sinuses, and he started to inhale rapidly.
“Aaa- Ah- AEEAH-!!”
“Wash, are you o-”
“… chu!” Wash stood, staring at the ground and blushing, he could feel Tucker’s eyes on his back, incredibly thankful that he couldn’t see his face.
“Awh! That was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard, you sneeze like a kitten!” Tucker gushed, overjoyed at the fact that his superior with the extreme tough guy act could sound so adorable. Washington practically squeaked at this, he’d never wanted to run out of a situation with Tucker as much as he did this one.
“I- it’s just, I trained myself to n-not sneeze so loud in case I had to on a mission or something…” Wash trailed off in an attempt to cover himself. Tucker snorted, Wash could almost see the adorable amused grin on his stupid face.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Tucker said, turning back to folding the tarp. Wash finally turned to look at him, blush still not fading from his face as he searched the room for more tarps.

the disquiet

there isn’t enough holiness to
go around in this place. the only
source of light is the churning vent
beneath my feet, top slit open like
the can of peaches i ate last summer
holed up in the trunk of a dying tree
dark and rot-wet and hiving with ants.

heat slops out onto my scalp,
sluggish as an omen during dusk.
gives me a feeling like the plastic drip
of plant matter, like scuppering back
into the suburbs, like pinching the skin
of my elbow to see if it hurts. a feeling
like a lack of. a feeling like dread.

my ship aesthetic
  • Kylo:(ominously) You know I'm not very good at being good.
  • Poe:(leaning in) ...Can you be good for me?
  • Kylo:!!!!!! [KILL BILL SIRENS] !!!!!!

theheartofmybrain  asked:

Hey! I've been a Paramore fan for awhile now. I'm a Trump supporter and I just want to let you know that you can support Hillary without insulting Trump and his followers. Politics are a tough thing but you can debate and be civil without insulting.

Posting this so everyone can see.

Honey, I have reblogged the same 30 posts that pretty much everyone I follow and thousands more have reblogged. And a few posts from mutuals begging people to vote for Hillary. The only time I have even used my own words about him is when I have been sent an ask, to me, personally, so I answer how I see fit. This is MY BLOG. Not yours. I don’t run it as “Paramore only”, nor do I run it to cater to followers. I love my followers, but I say and do what I like on here, I’ve made it clear. I don’t come to YOUR blog and tell you what you should and should not say and how to say it. So, don’t do it to me.

But since you mentioned it, I use this blog sometimes, as do many on tumblr, to give voice to frustrations and struggles in their lives. And MANY MANY PEOPLE, not just myself, find MANY things Trump says and does (racism, tax evasion and laughing about it, sexism, intolerance for religions that aren’t Judeo-Christian, Islamophobia, lying, etc, just to name a few) frustrating and troubling and, as an LGBT Christian, I personally fear for my personal comfort and human rights as an American citizen if he gets elected…

and I should be able to say so however I want to on my own fucking blog.

Kindly fuck off and think whatever you want and vote however you want and leave everyone else to do the same, regardless of their blog name/theme. You might not have meant this as a rude ask, but it WAS fucking rude and came across as completely arrogant.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Star Wars Curses/Slang

I’ve noticed that a lot of Star Wars blogs use current Earth slang and curses such as “Fuck” and “bitch” which do not tend exist in the Star Wars universe. With this in mind, I decided to make a handy resource of some of the curses and slang that are available. For a full list, click HERE

  • Bantha fodder: “Bullshit”
  • Blast!: An interjection of frustration
  • Bucketbrain: Slur for stormtroopers
  • Bug: Slur for a Genosian
  • By the Z'gag!: Exclamation of surprise used by Ruurians
  • Caraya’s soul: Verbalization of disbelief
  • Chobb’s knob!: Exclamation of surprise
  • Damn: Expletive used to express anger or as a positive modifier, i.e. “Damn good.”
  • Dirtball: Dismissive term for a planet one did not like
  • Dupe: Slang for TIE fighter pilot or TIE bomber
  • Emperor’s snowmen: Albernate name for storntroopers
  • Flyboy: Slang term for a hot-shot pilot
  • Goo: A planet’s atmosphere in TIE fighter pilot slang
  • Harpy: A derogatory term for a female individual
  • Having kittens… by the litter: Slang for someone who is panicking
  • Hell: Expletive
  • Imp: Slang for “Imperial”
  • In Malachor: Term used to express that one felt emphatically about something; i.e. “There is no way in Malachor that I’m going…”
  • Jedi Scum/Sline: Employed as an insult against Jedi
  • Karabast: A Lasat exclamation of frustration
  • Kriffing: An expletive; i.e. “Those kriffing stormtroopers.”
  • Kung: Huttese for “scum”
  • Laserbrain: An general insult
  • Leatherneck: A slur for Ithorians
  • May spice salt your wounds!: A Twi-lek insult
  • Moof-milker: A dimwitted individual
  • Mother of Kwath!: An exclamation of aggravation
  • Mother of Moons: An expression of surprise
  • Nerfherder: An insult referring to an animal of the same name
  • Nerve Burner: An insult suggesting that one is unstable
  • Peedunky: Huttese insult meaning “punk”
  • Pig: A derogatory term for a slovenly individual
  • Poodoo: Huttese term meaning “fodder” or “shit”
  • Pfassk: An adaptable expletive “What the pfassk does sorry do for anyone?”
  • Reb: Imperial slang for members of the Rebel Alliance
  • R’iia’s shorts!: An expression on Jakku denoting wonder or awe
  • Rock: A derogatory term for a planet
  • Rust bucket: A battered droid
  • Scum:  Anyone undesireable
  • Skug: A common Zygerrian insult
  • Sleemo: Slimeball
  • Son of a bantha: An insult
  • Spaced: Slang used by travelers meaning “dead” or “killed”
  • Spice: A type of dangerous narcotic mind in Kessel.
  • Stang: Slang term of frustration
  • Stars!: A general purpose exclamtation to express frustration or excitement
  • Switch off!: Droid equivalent to “Shut up!”
  • Tailhead: Derogatory slang for Twi-leks
  • Wastoid: A derogatory term
  • What in the blazes: Expression of of surprise
  • What the…: General purpose expression used throughout the galaxy
  • What the Sith: General purpose exclamation
  • Witch: A derogatory term for a female or a term for those who cast actual magick
  • Wrench-jockey: Repair droid 
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“But if you’re curious, don’t wait. Take a trip. Find it. It’s out there, somewhere in the woods…waiting.”

From the bottom of my heart - thank you.

Grunkles version

Wendy version

Soos version

here it is! 

that long awaited bullet journal post! it’s not much, but hope it gives y’all some inspo/ideas for your own journals!! 

i’ll start off with this:

i do not follow the traditional bullet journal system outside of the daily task lists.

my journal doubles as a planner and as an actual journal for thoughts/feelings/etc, so my form is far more free-flowing. 

more or less, my bullet journal is my happy place. i put stickers, pictures, quotes, or whathaveyou in it that bring me joy. (in my post i just made, you’ll see old photos, random tags and stuff from my nyc trip, a feather my friend gave me, pretty pictures from catalogues; if it makes you happy, slap it in there!) looking through my bullet journal brings me instant calm, even if the nature of some of the entries may be negative or rather sad. sad words surrounded by happy things give me an odd sense of perspective, if that makes any sense. 

click below to get a breakdown of my daily entries: 

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