wanting to write you or somebody like you

I just want to talk about this. I see So Many backhanded compliments to The New Crystal Gems saying like, “it’s nice to have some realistic Lapis and Peridot interaction without Lauren Zuke’s shitty writing cramming the ship down our throat” or something like that, and, like, it was not bad writing?? It was not out of character or anything. As somebody trying to recover from depression, I found that one of the best things you can do for yourself is to surround yourself with positivity and go through the motions, and even if you don’t feel anything, you don’t feel bad, and you start to get better, and that is very clearly what Lapis is trying to do. She’s just riding the wave of Peridot’s genuine excitement of exploring every intellectual inch of life she never even knew existed before and, sort of hoping that if she plays along, some of that happiness may rub off on her. She’s watching her Earth show, making meep morps with her, helping her decorate the barn, even making music with her, and she smiles. There are moments where Lapis just smiles, and that’s her trying. I love the toilet meep morp scene in particular, because during this scene, the same dark ominous music that always plays when Lapis uses her water abilities plays, but what she’s using them for isn’t something out of rage or desperation, she’s funneling that same power she only ever associated with negative things into something silly and pointless that Peridot thinks is beautiful and makes her excited. This is Lapis healing. Peridot is the medium by which Lapis is healing herself, and that is beautiful writing.

I want you to be infinite
and because of that
I’ll write down everything I know
about the way your fingers move
or how you bite your lip.
And just like the moon
who’s beauty can never be shown in a picture,
my writing will never be as complete as you are
and I could write novels about your eyes
without ever really
getting close
to the truth.
—  // loving somebody
still miss you / still love you / still write poems about you / still lose track of what we’re talking about in class because i’m thinking of you / still want to throw up when i imagine you with somebody else / still want to throw up when i imagine me with somebody else / still can’t control my emotions when i hear your name / still cry instead of study / still want to punch a wall when i think of the lies you told me / still want to set myself on fire to get away from these feelings / still have to resist the urge to text you constantly / still want you / still love you / still love you / still love you / still here if you want me
—  everyone says it gets better but i don’t know a better that doesn’t involve you
i want to get over you, but i also visit your profile every 15 minutes, i want to forget you, but i also listen to your favorite band and watch your favorite tv-show, i want to find somebody new, but i also compare them to you, no one’s better, their kisses will never ever get me drunk just like yours did, i want to be happy without you, but i also can’t fall asleep without the thought of you on my mind, i want you to never call me and never message me again, but i also check my phone every 5 minutes hoping that maybe there’s a call from you.

Dear Tumblr,

Dear writers of Tumblr, commissioners of Tumblr, anybody who does writing for money, anybody who wants to do writing for money, anybody who has considered paying somebody to write for them -

A few days ago, I received a request for a commission. It was a fairly normal one, as far as mine go, but as we proceeded, it got more and more exciting. Yesterday night, I sent to him an estimate of price. He estimates price based on pages - I said that, going by 500 words a page, 5 pages would be $25 CDN.

His response was concerned, surprised and very nearly outraged. He didn’t say ‘How dare you’, he didn’t say ‘You’re a thief’’ - nothing like that. But he did say that that was very high for somebody with ‘no short stories in his gallery’.

Anybody who follows me well knows several things. All my work is on AO3 and FF, and I’m not shy about that (it’s said publicly on my DA and my commission form). I’ve been writing for years. And I do not, ever, post work I’m hoping to publish on a public forum.

I charge 10$ for 1000 words. Not only is this standard for this particular, hardly-regulated industry, it’s well below minimum wage. Ten dollars, for something that’ll take me between three days and a week to write. This man who was trying to commission me wanted that same amount for $4.

I said no.

Writers of Tumblr, know what your work is worth. There is a problem, a significant, far-reaching problem of us being undercharged, undervalued, treated like our work means nothing and is worth nothing. Don’t let anybody sell you on that. We all need work, and we all need money, but this is wrong and this is unfair.

So what do we do? We say no. We say ‘this is what we charge’ and we don’t cave. Maybe they’ll say fine, and go find somebody else who charges less, but eventually, there will be nobody who charges less. $10 per 1000 is our standard. That’s our minimum wage. Let’s stick to that. Let’s be absolutely, iron-clad clear that we will not accept less. And over time, let’s make it more.

Commissioners and clients of Tumblr. If you are part of the problem, fix it. If you’re not willing to shell out that money for writing, then write it yourself. Admit that what we do is important. Admit that what we do is worth paying for. And to those of you who do - to those of you who are respectful, and who don’t whine and complain about our prices - thank you, from the bottoms of our hearts.

Elliott Dunstan

seventeen ✗ the office quotes

✎ so i just randomly thought of this and bc it’s my favourite show i though eh why not.

seungcheol: “i feel like all my kids grew up, and then they married each other. it’s every parents dream.”

jeonghan: “occasionally i’ll hit somebody with my car. so sue me.”

joshua: “i signed up for second life [ a computer game ] about a year ago. back then my life was so great that i literally wanted a second one. absolutely everything was the same… except i could fly.”

jun: “wikipedia is the best thing ever. anyone in the world can write anything they want about any subject. so you know you are getting the best information possible.”

hoshi: “sometimes i start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way.”

wonwoo: “i love catching people in the act. that’s why i always whip open doors.”

woozi: “i don’t hate it. i just don’t like it at all, and it’s terrible.”

seokmin: “would i rather be feared or loved? easy. both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

mingyu: “when i discovered youtube, i didn’t work for five days.”

minghao: “people say, oh it’s dangerous to keep weapons in the home, or the work place. well i say, it’s better to be hurt by someone you know, accidentally, than by a stranger on purpose.”

vernon: “society teaches us that having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. well, that’s baloney, there’s such a thing as good grief. just ask charlie brown.”

seungkwan:  “it’s a real shame because studies have shown more information gets passed through water cooler gossip than through official memos. which puts me at a disadvantage because i bring my own bottle to work.”

chan: “nothing stresses me out. except having to seek the approval of my inferiors.”

“What scares you about this?”

“I don’t know, I suppose it’s because I had a shit day at work and usually I would just want to go home and crawl into bed and cry and order pizza in and watch sad movies but you make me want to talk about my day and what happened and why it was so bad and, for somebody who hates talking about themselves, that’s fucking terrifying, you know? Finding someone you want to talk to, like really talk to, is scary because you don’t know how long they’ll bother listening.”

—  Because I could talk to you forever, 24/11/2015
I want somebody who will tell me goodnight, offer to get me more water, and most likely end up having to pull whatever’s in my hands away from me so I can sleep.
I want somebody who knows how to make all my favorite foods and will bring me breakfast on Saturday mornings when I get distracted (probably writing) and forget to eat.
I want somebody who always listens attentively and responds with genuine interest when I get going and ramble on and on and on excitedly about everything and anything and whatever’s in between.
I want somebody who is equally comfortable with silence, and won’t expect me to struggle through a conversation when I’m not in the mood, but rather will sit with me and watch Netflix shows and let me know I’m still just as wonderful when I’m too tired for small talk.
I want somebody who notices when I’m not doing okay. Somebody who takes my hand when I give them those “help, I’m scared” looks in crowded public places and rubs circles into my palm to calm me down. Somebody who asks me how I’m doing, and means it. Somebody who insists I stop and take a break when I get sick or just burned out. Somebody who doesn’t believe me when I say I’m fine.
I want somebody who will tell me they love me in 100 different ways, so as long as I’m listening I’ll always know.
—  take an umbrella, it’s raining // c.r.h.
Sometimes I still get these urges to contact you.
It feels like pure desperation…  Like my skin is crawling and my eyes are burning and I just want you back in my life so badly….
And I don’t know why? Where these sudden urges come from?
Why do I still do this, even after all this time?!
It’s like I'm getting out, I'm almost clear…. and then suddenly I feel like I would do absolutely anything just to have you back in my life again.
Even for a single moment…. Just to see you, talk to you - ANYTHING!
It’s like I don’t WANT to be out, I still want to be in love with you because in my mind, loving you equates to happiness and I just want that back… just for one second.
But I have to remind myself it’s not healthy. 
Loving you is not like it used to be - it's not real anymore.
It’s not happy, it’s not positive…. and it’s gone and I can’t go back.
All I can do is put the phone down, blink back the tears … and keep moving forward.
—  Ranata Suzuki

9:32 pm 11/12/16

i wonder if you feel this connection between us, please say that you do, so i can stop calling myself crazy. i’m sure you wouldn't tell me because we haven’t been talking for that long- compared to the 6 months that you and the girl you like have been talking. and i don’t want to get my hopes up either although they say somebody can come into your life and show you why it didn’t work out last time.

—  wrongjl

when are TV writers going to understand that killing off our favourite characters isn’t groundbreaking or good writing. sure it’s shocking if shock factor is what you’re going for, but we watch these shows because we are invested and love the characters. if your only reason to kill off somebody is “they’ll never see this coming” then just don’t???? it makes me want to stop watching because no one i like is safe. i get in life or death shows that’s a message you want to drive home which k cool but if you constantly do it, it just makes it too depressing to watch. TV isn’t real life it’s meant to escape so idk. this was about how to get away with murder but it applies to so many other shows.

                 BOOK STARTERS [18] ( AFTER DARK ) ( HARUKI MURAKAMI )

  1. ❛ In this world, there are things you can only do alone. ❜
  2. ❛ What seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else. ❜
  3. ❛ If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price. ❜
  4. ❛ Why should you be interested in me? ❜
  5. ❛ I have been told I’ve got a darkish personality. A few times. ❜
  6. ❛ It’s not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There’s shadowy middle ground. ❜
  7. ❛ I’ll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel. ❜
  8. ❛ The spotlight doesn’t suit me. I’m more of a side dish. ❜
  9. ❛ The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.  ❜
  10. ❛ So once you’re dead there’s just nothing? ❜
  11. ❛ If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality. ❜
  12. ❛ Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action? ❜
  13. ❛ Nobody can shake off their own shadow. ❜
  14. ❛ The silence is so deep it hurts. ❜
  15. ❛ I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. ❜
  16. ❛ Killing time is one of my specialities. ❜
  17. ❛ You can’t fight it. ❜
  18. ❛ Tell me something,—do you believe in reincarnation? ❜
  19. ❛ I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it. ❜
  20. ❛ I can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner.  ❜
  21. ❛ I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. ❜
  22. ❛ I can’t take it any more, I can’t go on any more. ❜
  23. ❛ You don’t really have it together. ❜
  24. ❛ Is it against the law for me to know it? ❜
  25. ❛ I keep having the same dream. ❜
  26. ❛ Are you asking because you really want an answer? ❜
  27. ❛ I hate this! I don’t want to be changed this way! ❜
  28. ❛ No contradictions, no irony. They do everything according to numerical formulas. ❜
  29. ❛ Want to hear the rest? If you’re not interested, I can stop. ❜
  30. ❛ If I didn’t have these memories inside me, I would’ve snapped a long time ago. I would’ve curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. ❜
if you let me // sneak peek

I’ve been MIA recently. This is something I’ve been working on that I will hopefully get around to finishing and posting in it’s complete entirety. I’ve altered it a bit, just to leave the boy it focuses on as a mystery. 

if you let me // sinead harnett

I’ll love you like I’ve never, ever loved somebody.
I’ll give you things you didn’t even know you wanted.

If there was a way to freeze time, she wanted it done.

This moment, this room, this bed, these sheets. Everything would stay the same; barely-there sunlight filtering through the shaded curtains and the golden glow to his skin, the flutter of eyelashes against the apples of his cheeks, heat from his body searing into her own.

She wouldn’t change anything. Not a single damn thing. 

She sits propped against the headboard of a posh, overpriced hotel bed, white sheet curled around the swell of her chest and tucked securely under her arms. It’s thin and barely shields her exposed skin from the cold air that blows in from the open window.

There’s goosebumps that rise over the expanse of her body, lip tucked between her teeth while her shoulders give an unconscious shiver at the drop in temperature. Her eyes are on him, always on him, taking in the grooves and dips, the crests and valleys, the shadows and contours of his face. In her eyes, he’s always been beautiful.

Her hand lifts without realization, cupping the side of his face as he turns in his slumber to face her. She can’t help it, thumb smoothing over the full bottom lip and enjoying the way his lips part unconsciously in his sleep. He gives a pleased hum as he searches for the extra warmth her body lends, his own shifting closer until he’s wrapped around her again.

She wants the silence to last. She wants the calm and the serenity. She wants the room filled with hushed giggles and whispers that are not-so-whispers. She wants the privacy and these secret moments only shared between them. She wants the two of them. She wants him.

And when his eyes blink open and his lips curl in a sleepy smile and he’s all messy curls and wandering hands, she thinks, he might want that too.

Don’t tell me that it’s not enough,
My time’s up, you’re over us.
Cause I think I might do anything for you.

Hunting Part 1 (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Part 2

My very first attempt to write a story with him <3 I watched season 1-6 in like one month and just started season 7 (I need a hug, seriously… No really, please somebody hug me ;___;) and I just can’t get enough of our favorite redneck.

A big thank you to @multi-villain-imagines  @aya-fay @phoenix-of-loki  and @cnygma for their incredible support <3 Thank you for everything and for encouraging me posting this story. 

Word Count: 2034

After some quite delicate incident in the woods Daryl gives you the cold shoulder all of a sudden. You finally want to know why! 

Rated Mature for sexual content

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It’s funny how when somebody leaves you, you’ll turn to anything that’ll hurt as much as they did.

Maybe you’ll pick a new brand of gin or drink a shot of whiskey every time you think about him. You’ll tell yourself that it’s because you want to forget his name, but you know that he’ll spin in circles around your head the same way the room is spinning around your vision.

Maybe you’ll try to smoke him out of your lungs. Maybe you’ll find your nails turning yellow but you’ll still inhale with every breath because you’d rather taint your blood than think about the fact that he still lives under your skin like a cloud of smoke.

Maybe you’ll kiss a lot of strangers whose names you don’t know because you’ll tell yourself that you can’t taste the past in someone new- but you still do. You still feel him with every lips you touch and God, do you wish you weren’t kissing anyone but the one person you’re not supposed to think about.

Maybe you’ll tell your best friend that the pain is gone. Maybe you’ll tell them that you don’t even think about it anymore, honestly. Funny because you know you still listen to his voicemails on repeat like a song stuck in your head. Funny because you know your best friend knows it too.

Funny because you won’t admit it to yourself, but you’ll do anything to a feel a pain worse than him leaving. You’ll look for anything that’ll push that boundary, anything to remind you of him even if it’s just a reminder of the way he left you. Funny because you tell yourself you’re doing it because you’re trying to get over him, but really you’re only doing it to try to forget that he ever left.

—  The funniest things happen
So You Want To Be A Writer

So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

I could say a lot about this love. About how, when I first saw you, I knew in that very instant; that familiarity, that powerful tug that told me that it’s you I’ve been missing all my life. I could say a lot about the magic in our worlds–two different worlds–becoming the same and one every time we kiss. I could write a bunch of poems about how much I want you to be the one that finally stays. I could use all the words my 18-year-old self saved up for moments like the ones we’ve been having. I could dance all night to the rhythm our hearts make whenever we are in each other’s arms. I could say a lot about this love. I could do a lot with this love. But every time I try to sit down and tell somebody else about it, I end up realizing that you’re the only one that really matters. As long as you know, and as long as you feel it too, I don’t care about who else does.
—  Irally Cariaso
Ok since the whole tumblr is obsessed with Yuri!!! on Ice

I decided to give some advices especially to the artists who draw russian characters to make it less cringy for myself. I’m sure somebody might have already done something like this but I still want to bring up some points.

- to all shippers out there: russians wear wedding rings on the RIGHT HAND, not on the left;

- we also don’t have a tradition of the engagement rings;

- please, please, PLEASE don’t try to write/use russian phrases unless you actually know the language or can ask someone who knows it. Non-speakers won’t get them, latin transliteration is ugly as fuck, not to mention that the translator will 99.9% get it wrong somewhere. Use english, really;

- the same goes to writing in russian: please don’t do it unless you know how to. Redrawing russian printed letters looks weird at best. Russian cursive is a bitch but at least it’s a beautiful bitch;

- russians don’t celebrate Christmas on the December 25th. Orthodox Christmas is celebrated on the 7th of January and it’s not as global as western Christmas. It’s more of a religious tradition. But New Year celebration in Russia is HUGE. So if you want to draw a winter thematic art, new year theme would suit better;

- (also we don’t have Halloween);

- according to the rules of transliteration it’s ‘Viktor’. Not ‘Victor’;

- when drawing scenes of russian character with people they’re close to, use their short name forms. Especially with lovers. (So yeah use ‘Vitya’ and ‘Yura’ it’s really nice);

- there are more forms of russian names: some are tender, some are playful, some are cute, some even are weird. If you want to know a specific form just ask someone who’s native. But common short forms work almost always;

- there’s a difference between 'nickname’ and 'short form of a name’. Russian names are very inclusive - all short forms of our name are also used as our name. Not in the official documents obviously but everywhere else. Like friends would never call each other by their full form names unless it’s a joke or 'their thing’;

- but things are different when it comes to a social hierarchy: for example a mentor can (and in most cases will) call their student by common short form of their name but student has to call their mentor by their full form and also add their 'otchestvo’ (father’s name, not the same as a second name), unless there is little or no age difference between them;

- this is more like a subjective opinion from me but being called by a full name by a close person (family/friend/lover) is somewhat mentally tiring for a russian. I mean it’s not like short form is an optional nickname that is used in specific situations by specific people. It’s a name that russian person hears for the most time. Being called by an 'official’ form all the time is quite exhausting. But maybe it’s just me;

- also this is totally off-topic but Yuri freaking out because there is another Yuuri with a name that is similar to his is so ridiculous. I mean russian names are common. Just while my school times I’ve met about 6 girls whose name was also 'Tatyana’. We didn’t shout at each other in the toilet.

Ok I think that’s it for now. Though I might have forgot something. Hm.
Somebody will probably disagree with me or will think that’s not important but I don’t care. It was worth a try.

Yeah, of course all of the above aren’t obligations but if you actually took them into consideration it would be really nice.

Seventeen Times 17

Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: ANGST / Fluff / Smut [+18]
Word Count: 26k (Yep, sorry not sorry ;)

A/N: Oh, hi! First of all, this is my first time writing anything here in Tumblr, so I really hope you like it. Also, sorry for any typos but english is not my mother tongue :)

Playlist: Sex - The1975 / Somebody Else - The1975 / The City - The1975 / Robbers - The 1975 / Lover, Where Do You Live? - Highasakite / O - Coldplay / Trouble - Coldplay / Always in My Head - Coldplay / God Don’t Leave Me - Highasakite / Strong - London Grammar

Summary: You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

You remember everything. You remember the day you met him. You remember that 17th of October as if it was yesterday.

It was a very beautiful autumn day, indeed. The trees were full of orange and yellow leaves, the ground below them covered in the lifeless, brown leaves that had fallen from their branches. The sun was shining in the blue sky and there was a cold breeze that made your nose hide behind your grey scarf.

Your black headphones had always been your best friends. Well, them and Tiara, but let’s just say that they didn’t give you any headaches, neither did they brought you any problems.

“Earth calling to Y/N…” you heard the familiar voice of your best friend “Are you even awake?”

You sighed loudly and took your headphones off.

“I wish I wasn’t”

Tiara rolled her eyes but ignored your harsh tone. If you hated something, it was definitely being interrupted while listening to music.

“Anyway, what I was trying to say was that we are going to the skate park this evening. Do you wanna come?” she said.

“Why are you guys going to the skate park? Have you lost something there, Tia? Like your dignity, for example” you laughed, satisfied with your little revenge for being interrupted before.

That 17th of October, you weren’t in a very good mood.

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you know you love somebody when their name comes up, and your heart skips a beat.
when they text you, and you can feel a smile creeping up on your face because youre so happy they thought of you enough to message.
when just thinking about them sends shivers down your spine.
beautiful, i love you so much i ache. i feel like im on drugs when im with you. you make me want to do a million things i said id never do, you make me want to drop everything and run to you, you make me want to write a million love poems and paint a million paintings. id do anything for you, my love. id swim across oceans and climb mountains. you make me absolutely crazy, and theres no medication in this world that could make me sane again.
beautiful, just the sound of your name makes me smile.
beautiful, when i think of the future, i see you.
i want to do everything with you. i want to awkwardly fumble with our clothes in a dingy hotel room. i want to go on cute dates where we hold hands, laugh, and kiss. i want to go broke with you, be financially stable with you, and everything in between. i want to be cuddling with you on the couch, smiling and shaking a little because i just asked you to marry me.
i want to move into an apartment together, i want to buy our first house together, i want to have late night talks with you where we muse about our feelings and secrets and what the future holds.
i want to start a family with you. i want to be sitting on the couch while our toddler runs around, looking at you and smiling because i know everythings going to be alright.
i want to grow old with you, and god forbid you die first because i dont think i can possibly live without you.
beautiful, i love you more than the human heart can handle. i love you more than words can describe. give me every word in every language, and none of them would even come close to describing how i feel.
i have never felt a more intense love than now.
i know weve had rough periods. i know weve both fought and hurt each other. im so fucking sorry for that, but beautiful, ive never been so sure about anything than ive been about this.
i can say “i love you” 100 times a day, but itll never convey the depth of emotion i feel for you.
but its the strongest words we have for now, so beautiful, i love you.