write what you must

a-not-so-clever-man  asked:

Someone important to me believes that something I wrote is based off of them and it as been hurting our relationship, how do I get them to know that it's not them?

I don’t know. I don’t think it’s possible to persuade people that you didn’t write about them. There is one long-ago short story of mine in which every former girlfriend of mine saw herself reflected, and each of them made a point of telling me that she had read it (I think they were flattered) and obviously the person in it was her, and I realised that nothing I could ever say about the story would change anybody’s mind. 

That’s because it’s almost impossible to explain to anybody who hasn’t done it that the way we make fiction is a sort of composting process in which things we see and feel and experience and think and imagine are put into our minds and then rot down into a black compost, in which new things grow. Or for that matter that you can steal the way that one person plays with their hair and the way another person sighs and always turns up late and grow a third person who isn’t either of them out of it.

So you can tell them it’s not them in your fiction. But they will still believe what they will. Perhaps instead you should just work on the relationship, and if they are worried about issues of privacy (or whatever) being compromised by what you write, tell them you must have done it without realising, and will do your best to make sure they aren’t in any more stories of yours, even unwittingly. 

I hope this helps. (You will probably find a lot more wisdom than this in the comments or the reblogs.)

Fic: A Single Monk in Good Standing Must be in Want of a Bro

A Single Monk in Good Standing Must be in Want of a Bro (20,563 words) by scaramouche
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Romantic Comedy, First Meeting, Friendship, Flirting, Pining, Fluff, First Kiss, First Time, Light-Hearted, Baze POV, Baze is chill and oblivious, Chirrut is confused, young Baze & Chirrut

Summary: Baze tries to befriend new arrival Chirrut Îmwe, but accidentally woos him instead.

Welp, after 20 mins fiddling with due date calculators, I’m happy to announce that the baby is due July 29th

((FMM!Fraser Bairn #2, that is))

Originally posted by momcode

Even if you don’t do art, gifsets, edit videos and photos, write fanfics, you are important and fandom wouldn’t exist without you.

That also doesn’t mean that you’re not an artistic type of person.

There are two types of artistic personality:

a creator, who writes, paints, draw, do videos etc.

and a consumer.

The person, who sees art, for whom it’s made. Without them it wouldn’t matter, because there would be nobody to see the creation. It’s one of the most important roles, but many people do it badly.

How to be a good recipient?

First of all, you need to give feedback. Every time you take time to see/read something. And it can’t be any feedback. It must be good.

Doesn’t matter if it’s a fanart, fic, video, poem or something else. Give kudos. Comment it. Even if you didn’t like it. Especially, if you didn’t like it. It takes only 30 seconds to write something and it shows the author that you saw their work and took time to think about it. It really motivates them.

What you should write?

Well, anything you want. “Great job, keep going!”, “I love the way you did it!”, “Wow, amazing work, I’d love to see more!” is enough. Really.

 Of course, if you decide to say something more it’s great! Authors love to read your thoughts about their work. Tell them about the colours they used, how they match the scene and character, how they build the atmosphere with words, how you love the character development, the typhography they made. Tell them about everything that made you “wow, this is amazing”, about the piece that made you smile or cry or laugh or any reaction you had.

Tell them that you are waiting for sequel for this fic. That you can’t wait for the next fanart of this pairing. That you love seeing their work.

Thank them for it. I know that you know that they do it as a hobby, but thank them for spending their time anyway.

Reading this makes their day. And they’ll tell you that.

Okay, but what if you didn’t like it?

Then you have to write a comment anyway. Criticism is the most important for artist. Without it they can’t make progress.

Writing critique is harder than writing a positive feedback. You have to be precise here. The most important rule is:


like really

if you want to write something like that, then better don’t write anything.

You must add what you didn’t like, why, and how they can change that. Constructive criticism is the only one which matters. Otherwise you’ll make them not want to create anymore.

So how good criticism looks like?

“The colours you used don’t fit together. If you used warmer shade of red it would look better!”

“The main character of the story is too perfect, you should add them some flaws to make them more real. Perhaps something with their looks - too thin mouth or some scar? Their personality is also too mary sue. Try to give them some bad traits, maybe they can be blunt or a bit ignorant and listen to nobody’s advice?”

“The person you drew has anatomically incorrect legs - it looks like they don’t have knees. Try to work on it looking at some photos.”

The problem with criticism is that inexperienced artists often take it too personally, like an attack. Good solution is to tell them something nice.

“The scenere is beautiful, but…”
“I love how you write descriptions, but there’s something you need to work on…”

When you write comments it’s also important NOT TO DEMAND ANOTHER PIECE OF ART/CHAPTER/SEQUEL/WHATEVER

It makes them not wanting to contiune their work. So, yeah, encourage them, but not demand. “Is there any chance you’ll do it?”, “I can’t wait for more!”, “Please, continue this, I really want to know what happens next!”

What else you can do as a recipient?

Reblog. Not only like, but also reblog, so more people can see it. Don’t repost and if you have to ALWAYS GIVE CREDITS. And no, “source: tumblr” is not a credit (I feel like I should do another post about it)

Buy. I know all of us are broke, but many artists are really cheap (and that makes me sad). Just ask them to do something customized for you, like keychains or something like that. And pay them for it. Or just donate.

And remember




(feel free to add some things that I forgot and tell me all mistakes I made, it’s late and my brain is tired so I could use some wrong words but I tried)

dork-empress  asked:

I included a nonbinary character who uses 'they' pronouns in my latest script, and accidentally started a pronoun debate in my writing group. I thought of you and wondered if it was how you felt.

This is but a taste of what nonbinary people must endure by existing. What YOU must endure to write a nonbinary character. It’s difficult. But so are most things that are worth doing. *u*

Maybe, Baby

by thoughtsickles
pairing: harry/louis
word count: 16,000 
rating: Mature
tags: AU, pregnant louis, baker harry, past emotional/psychological abuse

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis’ daydreams, the kind of life he’d always imagined he’d have when he was younger and bored at his momma’s work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He’d felt so important being allowed to touch them. He’d told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn’t peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can’t stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn’t want to listen.

Louis runs away. Harry finds him. 

In 2013, my boss’s wife got an email. It went something like this:

Dearest *** ******,

You husband told me not to write to you, but I decided I must. It is unfortunate what will happen to you, and I feel I have to say something to you in advance. ****** and I are in love, and he is going to leave you to be with me. He has kept the affair from you a secret, and he has kept it a secret from the other people in the military, but it will come out soon. Please be strong, and know that I do not wish you any ill will.


Suzy ******

At this point, I had been an Army officer for about 10 years. My boss was a general, and I was his speechwriter. His wife forwarded this email to my account, so it fell on me to confront him with the news.

“Oh, god,” he said. “Not again.”

Internet Scammers Try To Catfish The Military. I Stop Them.

amaliabones  asked:

Uhhhhh so I might be forced to ask for dramionarry for the 'what they're doing" prompts! <3

*clapping* (thank you for letting me steal that prompt! this is so fun!)

If you were standing outside of 12 Grimmauld Place right now, and could somehow know that you were standing outside of 12 Grimmauld Place and somehow hear what was going on, you’d probably be glad you aren’t the neighbors to this odd townhouse.

Inside is a great deal of shouting going on.  If you were a neighbor and could hear the shouting, and didn’t really know the occupants of 12 Grimmauld Place, you may be concerned.  If you did know the occupants and could hear what was going on, you’d probably roll your eyes and walk away.

Draco and Hermione had started it.  Harry joined in because he was trying to get between them and figure out what was going on.  (That never worked - they just turned on him instead.)  As nobody was using wands, or even trying, Harry figures it must not be a fight of consequence so he walks away, deciding to let them hash it out.

Apparently nothing’s actually wrong at all.  Sometimes Draco and Hermione just get so riled up that they start shouting at each other.

Send me your favorite pairing and I’ll tell you what they’re doing right now

French Revolution

Prompt; France is no longer safe for your family, and with your husband away, theirs no other choice

Pairing(s); Lafayette x reader 

Warning(s); blood mention, some angst, some fluff 

A/N; I got this idea after recalling some essays I wrote in freshman year and then I remembered daddy Laf so I came up with this trash :)


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anonymous asked:

this might be a weird question but do you have any advice to people trying to get their fanfics/fanart... I don't really want to say "attention" but that's the closest word I can think of. It's just really disappointing to see something you put a lot of effort into get what feels like no one noticing.

1. Draw/write what you like.

2. Post it on the Internet.

3. Hope/pray someone notice it.

Sorry, but that was not completely a joke. This is basically what I do and I don’t ask anything back.

But your question doesn’t sound weird to me at all: I’ve been struggling a lot about that when I was younger and my crappy art/fanfics didn’t get the feedback I wanted. I think I’m still not good enough or generally prepared to answer you properly about this subject, but If you’re asking to me, it can only means that you think my works get the attention you’re talking about, so I’ll try something.

Let me say this: goals will come, but it takes time.

If you’re at the beginning of something (first time putting stuff on the internet - first time producing that stuff) it’s normal you won’t get the “attention” you’re hoping for. The internet, but social medias especially, are a fucking (if you allow me the word) closed chain circle into another. The more people see and share your stuff, the more it goes around. Internet itself is stupid, it cannot judge if your efforts were well spent, it cannot give you a vote/star/rating according to the amount of hours of research, study, pain and LOVE you put in something you create. It simply can’t. So Internet is not your agent. People are. And remember this: you are the first agent of yourself. A good agent knows about people, what they want and look for, and promotes whoever can satisfy them.

I’m not saying that you must write/draw what people wants, NO, I MEAN, not all the time, at least, but you have to know that this is how the world goes right now.  If you can’t count on others, count on yourself and those close ones you have around: friends, family. Share your work with them, ask for impressions, suggestions. Confrontation is at the base of anything good in this crazy world.

For example, I ask my mom a lot about my art: “Hey mom! Is this feet correct or I better to fix it?” - “Definitely.” - “Definitely what?” - “It looks like a banana.” - “Okay.”

Another example: “Hey mom! Is it cute that two super soldiers trained to kill mad robots were actually in love?” - “Is one of them blond?” - “Yay.” - “Better they marry before one of them dies.” (RIGHT IN THE FEELS)

Another one, more recent: “Hey Sara! ( @replica-004 ) In my next comic Jack has Reaper’s shotgun and he shots at him with it.” - “But Reaper’s guns can evaporate.” - “… Freaking cool, sis. Our fellow r76 fans will love this.”

And I could say more.

Basically, what I’m trying to say here is that when I create, I try to do not create completely alone. This is the best advice I can give you, if you want your art/fanfics to be more… ok, let’s use a different word: what about “popular”?

GOD, I really hate this word, but it kinda reminds me of the word “popolo” (it) aka “people” and it reminds me that whatever I do, I don’t do that only for myself. Never. The moment it goes on the internet, it belongs to others and others have the right to earn fun from what I do as much as I earn fun creating it.

Aaaaah! I hope this will help you find your way into the world, kid.
I still haven’t find mine.

Sorry for the long answer. I am in the chatty mood.

Favorite part II

✖ Characters/relationships: Original!Percival Graves x Reader, Seraphina Picquery

✖ Genres: Teasing, power play, sexual tension

✖ Summary: It wasn’t a one time thing but to keep your appearances both you and Percival have to keep your relationship secret. Yet when he’s purposely harsh with you, you have your own way to get back at him. @Ashley_Winchester_77 (at AO3)

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 1896

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Things you should take to class.

If you are in high school, like me, you probably won’t be allowed to use your laptop during the class and will have to write down everything. In colleges / universities, you are allowed to use your laptop. Nevertheless, these are the things you should carry in your classroom or lecture hall no matter what.

  1. Writing utensils: Pens and pencils. A must. I mean what will you write with otherwise.
  2. Paper: In the form of notebook or binder, your choice but take something you can write on.
  3. Folder. If you are using a binder to keep your notes then you don’t need one but if you are using a notebook, carry a folder to keep the syllabus sheet and other handouts.
  4. Planner: To write down all the important submission dates. It need not be a bullet journal or a proper planner. It can just be a small notebooks where you write down all the important dates. You can also note down in your mobile or laptop.
  5. Laptop: If you are allowed one.
  6. Textbook: If required by your teacher or for your own personal references.
  7. Others; Highlighters, sticky notes, page markers, correction tape, hole puncher, assorted colors of pens, erasers, sharpeners, rulers all come in this category.

anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts on people writing to killers?

I think people are often confused by what motivates somebody to write to a killer or somebody in prison for that matter. People assume that because you write to an inmate then you must condone what they do in one way or another and it couldn’t be further from the truth. There are countless reasons people write to inmates.

If you’re interested in something, why wouldn’t you want to correspond with somebody associated with that thing? How many people fascinated in WWII would jump at the chance to speak to Hitler? To understand a crime, you have to have a look at the criminal. Not just their crimes but them as people - how they behave and interact with people. Additionally, letters are the only interaction inmates have with the outside world, and while they have committed heinous crimes, they are still people. It’s counter-productive for inmates to be locked up with no correspondence with the outside world and the last thing inmates, or the prison staff need is for the inmates to deteriorate - mentally and physically. For example, isolated inmates are seven times more likely to harm or even kill themselves than other inmates.

TL;DR - I don’t care if people want to write to inmates or not. It’s none of my concern.
Blogiversary and Follower Appreciation!

Today is @rebelcaptainprompts‘ one month blogiversary!  

To celebrate that – and to celebrate that there are now over 300 people following us and creating amazing content (!!!!) – we will be choosing three people at random to select our next three prompts.

Would you like to pick what our community writes about next? To enter:

1. You must be following @rebelcaptainprompts;

2. Reblog this post between now and March 22; and

3. Submit your prompt idea via this form.

We will pick (and promo) the winners at random on March 23.  

Thank you all so much for being here during our first month!  This blog would not exist without you.

Not Impossible

hey y’all - this is my first attempt at fanfic, I hope you like it!! I would like to write some more but I’m really not very creative, so if you have an idea, please send a prompt!

Pairing: hamlaf (hamilton x lafayette)

Word Count: 1882

Premise: Lafayette helps Hamilton get over Laurens, who has been increasingly distant since taking his leave to South Carolina.

Thank you to @halpdevon who read it first!

Weeks had gone by since Laurens’ last letter. Alex sat alone in his tent, feeling too needy, too pushy… unloved. He had written to Laurens, begging him to write more; to write at all! But nothing. He felt desperate; at times like this, he would always turn to writing, but he knew he would only push John further away if he wrote more.

Alex pulled his knees up to his chest, looking around the barren tent. There were two beds, and he shared it with three other men, most of the time. Laurens used to share the bed with him, but he had recently gone on leave. One of his other roommates had died in the most recent battle; it was only himself and Lafayette for now.

Tears burned at his eyes as he realized the impossibility of the situation. What could he even call the relationship between himself and Laurens? Lovers? There were a few snatched moments of passion before he left… and now he had been gone for weeks without a word. Alex knew he was noble born and had to keep his reputation, but he just needed some assurance that he wasn’t crazy… he had loved John for some time. Did the other man feel the same way?

For hours, Alex contemplated the situation, feeling frustrated, exhausted, and utterly heartbroken. It was late into the evening when Lafayette entered the tent. Alex hurriedly brushed at his eyes and turned away, saying in as manly a voice as he could muster, “Hey.”

Bonsoir, mon ami…” Laf replied. Alex noted some hesitancy in his voice. “Ton visage est si morose?

“I’m just tired,” grumbled Alex.

“Ah… you are in an English mood?” Lafayette laughed.

Alex didn’t reply. Lafayette was a little hurt, but knew that Alex was prone to depression.

“Anything I can do to help?” Laf asked tentatively. He thought for a moment of sitting down next to his friend, pulling him in close. His heart fluttered as he thought of his friend in his arms. But he didn’t act. He, instead, undressed, and got into bed, lighting a candle to read a book suggested to him by Washington. Alex was still in a huffy silence.

The marquis began to grow tired, and he closed his book to get some sleep. He was almost completely asleep when he heard his friend’s voice:

“Have you heard from Laurens?”

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Write yourself as the moon: hovering, silver-tongued, faraway and somehow still at home. Give your sadness a new hobby, comb his hair, scrub his face then tell him to go out and play in the mud. Write your mother as a garden, name what now grows in her absence. Spell your name with different letters, borrow the algorithm of joy, become an ocean, or a stop-sign, or well-done laughter. Write grief as a good lover then break his thieving heart. Conjure a potion for your loneliness while shaming each ingredient for trying to cure your kind of quiet. Drag your grief in by the tongue, become a ventriloquist for the dead. Give your fevered heart a pill then confess why you might prefer the sickness. Write your body as a vacant city. Whose name is plastered across every billboard? Write your father as a father. Do not give him a metaphor as a crutch or a compliment. Write what happened as a series of ors, unborn that unwanted returning. Write your trauma as a wedding vow then leave that ghost at the alter. Poem your blood a bedtime story. Poem your pulse tomorrow’s sun. Write what happened then write every reason it was not your fault. Write every if of your body as fact. Write your suicide note as a résumé, list every good reason love deserves to hire your hands. Poem yourself a praise-dance. Poem yourself a holy and godless church. Describe your joy as a boundless child then give that child siblings. Translate birdsong. Brag about your teeth. Your body is a country, what valuables are beneath your skin? Do you have more bridges or boarders? Your body is a living thing, what do you water it with? Your body is blood and bone, who has mistook you for a metaphor, for smoke? Conjure a ghost to keep you company. Write grief as a god, then nail his hands to a cross. What must die so that you can survive? Write every reason to end your life, then give each reason five fresh hearts. Write your heart as an object, what new invention pumps your blood? What season best sings you alive? If only once, write the future as nonfiction. Poem your pain as a gospel song. Take each scar to dinner. Decorate a casket for your grief then lower it beneath winter. Write yourself as water, as a thing that keeps the earth alive and yes, go ahead. Write yourself dead, buried and unbothered. Give your bones to the earth, then write yourself in seven resurrections, clawing your way through the dirt.
—  Donte Collins, “A guide to stay alive: a list of writing prompts” more here: dontecollins.com
Taking Notes Effectively and Practically

Yes, it is possible to be taking notes “incorrectly” or at least not as efficiently as you could. But that’s okay! This post is here to help you. It might be helpful to read my previous post here first.

In order for note taking to be optimally effective, you must think before you write. What I mean by this is that you should avoid writing just to write. If you’re taking notes and get to the point where you’re essentially copying the textbook verbatim… take a break. “Just” getting the notes done is not going to benefit you in the long run. Take the extra time to do it right. Take breaks if you need to. If you don’t, you’re wasting your time because retention is better when you create your own material rather than copying and reading over and over again something from a textbook. You must manipulate the information in some way.

One way you can do that is to create questions from the text. Of course it is important to write down questions for yourself to practice with (what, how, why, etc.), but it’s also important that you evaluate what you need to put in your notes. Ask yourself these questions:

  • Do I need to know this?
  • Can this be asked on an exam?
  • If so, how might it be asked?
  • How else might it be asked?
  • Can this be applied to other subjects?
  • Is there a real-life application to this that will help me remember?
  • Will I even remember this in a week?

If you can say “yes” to the last question, than you might not even need to add it in your notes, or at least future study guides. These questions might seem excessive at first, but with practice it becomes second nature. The purpose of this type of note taking is not to condense or summarize, believe it or not! Rather, this method allows you to analyze, research, reorganize, and do away with filler.

I should probably mention also that this method is not a shortcut by any means. It will take more mental effort than “normal” note taking, but it’s absolutely worth it. Be confident that your notes were made with care and focus. If you feel like some important information is missing, just try to add it in somehow. As much as some people like to put in the effort to make their notes pretty, it’s not about being pretty. If you want to study as efficiently as possible, don’t worry about perfect notes. The point is to help you learn. Besides, you can make your study guides pretty instead! More on that in a future post!

Change your life with the 3 F’s

There are 3 F’s you need if you want to change your life. They are crucial. Without them, change will only be the rattling shit in your pocket.  

1. Fuck you.  

People think change starts with an honest conversation. It doesn’t. It starts with an honest confrontation. You need to say fuck you to the part of you that doesn’t believe you can change. To the part of you that doesn’t believe you deserve better, different, or more. To the part of you that keeps holding on to the past like it’s all you’ll ever have. The “fuck you” isn’t to be dramatic. It’s you drawing a line with Sharpie instead of chalk. Because there has to be a before in order for there to be an after and it has to be clear cut. There needs to be a fold. The old and the new. And yes, you need to announce it. Say it out loud. Write it down. What ever works for you but it must be done. Fuck you.

2. Freedom.

Without slack, you will never be able to swim. Freedom creates organic momentum. Where in your life do you feel trapped? In what part of your life do you feel like a prisoner? For most, it’s in their work and relationships. Let me give you an example. I know that I can not have a 9 to 5. I’ve tried. I choke on my tie. The cubicle life grays me out. It’s a slow death. I get nothing done. I become a zombie. My state changes. Once I quit my day job and focused on The Angry Therapist, yeah it was scary but my state started to change. And when your state changes, your productivity changes. You life engine kicks in and that’s when thriving happens. If you don’t feel free, you will fill trapped. In anything. You have free yourself in order for change to happen.

3. Fire.

Most people live with pilot lights. They have passions and ideas but it’s in the background. It’s on just enough to stay lit. If you want change, that pilot light needs to be turned way up so you can actually feel the heat. Fire is fuel. Without it, there will be no movement. Your fire needs to change the temperature of the room. So how do you do that? Well, first ask yourself where your flames are. What lights you up? Now what are you doing daily to fan those flames? I wish there was a knob we could just turn. But unfortunately, you will need to grow fire the old fashioned way, energy. How much energy are you putting into lighting your torch? The more energy you put into it, the hotter your fire will get. If you just think about it all day but don’t do anything (action), your fire will not spread. It will be just be a burning a candle.

- Angry