you started this and now i'm finishing it

ai-ga-mawaru  asked:

What can I do to regain confidence? I went a couple months without writing because I had internet issues (I need to dictate, I can only do it for free with google docs), but now that it's fixed, I'm afraid I'll hit a block. Help ;;

You won’t know if you don’t try. Don’t let your inner critic get you down before you even get started again. 

You need to start writing something, anything, every day, or at least consistently. Build your “writing muscle” back up again. I especially like the advice about writing something you can finish, like a poem or a short story or even just a blog post. 

Here are a few tips about powering through, and some on motivation. Some more on motivation, with extra swear words. 

If you feel like you’re procrastinating, look here for advice.(Some general good advice, really.)

Make sure to take care of yourself, too. It’s better to find your rhythm and identify your best writing process than it is to feel like you have to push yourself.

Good luck!

– mod Aliya

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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thinkmethoughtless  asked:

You say to finish things...but I can't even start. I was a writer as a kid, and I finished and started things constantly. My confidence slowly shattered as a teen. I'm now in my 20s and I'm a nervous wreck. I long to write, but the thought of it makes me so anxious. I've created a legitimate fear. How might I overcome this?

I’d suggest two different ways, very different from each other.

You could tell yourself it doesn’t matter, and start finding out how to write for fun again. Give yourself an hour a day to write in: no phone, no internet, no reading books or talking to people, no Tumblr, just time to write in. And in that time, write whatever you want, or don’t. A poem. A description of someone. A memory. A sea-shanty for seven morose pirates and a raccoon. Anything. Just give yourself time to write and find that writing can be fun again.

Or else…

Join a writing group. The kind of group, online or in real life, where you have to produce work to be read by the other people in the group. Where not writing will have consequences, even if the consequence is that people will be disappointed. So there’s enough external push to conquer the anxiousness on your part.

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favourite sultana meme: 6 relationships ♦ nurbanu and the republic of venice

“Shortly before her death, the valide sultan may have performed her greatest service to her homeland by preventing a possible Ottoman invasion of Crete, a Venetian possession. Upon learning that the admiral Kılıç Ali Pasha planned to propose such an invasion as one of a number of possible plans for the following year, Nurbanu sent word to him that under no circumstances should war be waged against Venice, since that would bring more harm than good to the sultan’s realm. In addition, she warned that in no way was the admiral to raise the possibility with Murad.” – Leslie P. Peirce - The Imperial Harem: Women and Sovereignty in the Ottoman Empire

Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my room, perfectly fine, and then I just get slammed by this wave of loneliness and I hate it

anonymous asked:

i'm sorry but authors who can't finish their stories shouldn't start one at all. wth? you start, people will love it, they'll wait, and then you freaking abandon or just... idk, hide somewhere and delete the damn fic. pisses me off. don't start when you know you can't finish.

It’s frustrating, but I 1000% get it. Now there are some that are serial abandoners and maybe they need to have a talk with Jesus. But even I have a WIP that ice been struggling to finish for years. I still appreciate the content we get, so many plot bunnies can be had from wipe, I wish more would get into the practice of picking them up when they’re truly abandoned. That might be a fun writing project, hmm…

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Before, she would have jumped at the sudden and unexpected pressure of someone’s hand on her waist, but nearly half a year in an 18th-century French court has taught Rose to adapt, if nothing else. (Her French is as abysmal as it ever was without the help of the TARDIS, but the court is graciously willing to overlook such things on behalf of the savior of their uncrowned queen.)

Still, Rose smiles as she dances, even if her partner can’t see it. “Someone’s awfully familiar today,” she teases (in mutilated French); probably it’s Henri, a little tipsy from the king’s finest wine, but he’s not half-bad to look at. “Feeling a bit grabby, are we?”

“Oh, you know me,” replies a soft voice behind her, in English, and it’s all Rose can do to stop herself tripping over her own feet. “I’m a hands-on learner.”

Rose’s heart leaps in her chest, hammering madly against her ribcage in time to the music and the steps of her feet below. Over a hundred days since she last heard that voice anywhere but her dreams; of course, she recognizes it instantly. Her grin is so wide now her face could almost split with the size of it. She squeezes her eyes shut, giving silent thanks to any gods that might be listening. <

(The impulse to stop in her tracks pulls at her, demanding her to spin and throw her arms around his neck and maybe never let go, but some part of her is afraid to—maybe she’s wrong, maybe it isn’t him, or it’s a dream, or if she looks at him, she’ll break the spell. So she keeps dancing.)

“And?” Rose prompts, insinuating her hand over his where it rests against her waist. “What have you learned?”

“That your French is atrocious.”

“Rude,” says Rose, but she laughs. She squeezes his other hand, the one leading them around the ballroom along with the rest of the courtiers. “It’s been five and a half months, and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”

His grip on her waist tightens. “No, actually, it isn’t.”

“Aww, did you miss me?”

“Do you know the kind of trouble you could have gotten into?” he asks, his voice suddenly curt. “The damage you could have caused? Probably caused?”

His sharpness startles her, but Rose shrugs it off. “Don’t worry, I didn’t—”

“You have no idea what you did or didn’t do,” he hisses. “Weakening the integrity of this timeline, exposing everyone to the possibility of Reapers, compromising the safety of everyone here—”

“You mean Reinette,” Rose replies coolly.

“She’s part of everyone here, isn’t she? Or are you so thick that I have to spell that out for you, too?”

Rose laughs again, but the sound is shaky and thin this time, a scoff. “Why, hello, Doctor, it’s nice to see you too! Don’t ask about me, thanks, I’ve been doing just fine in the land of scratchy underwear and no plumbing.”

“I told you what would happen if that time window was smashed, Rose,” he continues as if he didn’t hear her; he’s so quiet Rose can barely hear him over the flutes and harpsichord and drums, but she can still make out the strain in his voice, the bite to it. “I was very explicit. I couldn’t have been clearer. So I’m struggling to understand—and that’s quite a feat, struggling to understand something with a brain as impressive as mine—why the hell you thought jumping through that window was a good idea.”

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.

***

Part II

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Merthur!au : After a heavy blow to the head, Merlin finally regains consciousness. But it turns out Merlin has forgotten everything about his life at Camelot. Arthur tries his best to help him remember : he tells him how they met, where they stand now, and everything in-between. As it doesn’t work, Arthur suggests Merlin should resume to his usual chores, that maybe the routine will ring a bell. But as time goes by, Merlin still can’t remember anything and Arthur starts to think he’s lost him forever. However, and as always, it is when you expect it the least that the sun comes out….

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I started these last year and I found them again, so I decided to finish them because they were so close to done and their shirts still make me laugh, even tho the jokes are extremely stupid.

Some uncalled for @mallverse​ incorrect ship names, now featuring tsum buddies because damn they cute (Saix is my favorite; he’s so ANGRY)

psst - click the pics for the bad jokes if you dare

“We’ve all lost someone, Doctor.”

secretlybasictrash  asked:

So I've finally finished my first draft of my story!! This is my first time ever completing a first draft, so now that I'm done, I have no idea how to tackle it and begin editing. There are lots of things I need to change, like making the characterization consistent, brushing up on the flow of the story, adding in a few plot points, etc. There's just so much to do! Do you have any advice for where to start?

First, I always tell myself: One step at a time.

Don’t worry about adding plot points, or changing characters, or checking the flow, or anything. Don’t worry at all. You’ll only get anxious trying to “fix” every little detail. So, for now, celebrate. You’ve completed a draft. You are awesome!

I advise you to give yourself a reward.

I also advise you not to start editing right away. Take a week off. Start thinking about your next book. Maybe, outline your next book. For just a while, forget your completed draft. I’ve heard of authors that let their drafts in waiting for months. But a week is good enough. Why is this important? Because you move away from the story. You forget about details. You give yourself time switch from creative mode to critique mode. 

So, your week is gone and you are ready to edit.

But, remember, one step at a time.

First read: Read like a reader, not an author. Read all the way to the end without risking out or adding a word. Read like it’s someone else’s novel, not yours. And, when you get to the end, write a review. Just a paragraph or two giving your honest opinion on highlights and downfalls of the book. Be 100% honest. Be ruthless. Now, you have a general view over the story, what is missing, what is awesome. Make a list of every improvement you’d like to make.

Second read: Go over the story, applying the improvements, and also correcting mistakes along the way.

Third read: Read out loud. Reading out loud helps you detect grammar mistakes and strange sentences. :D   

Fourth read: Read one last time, not so focused on correcting mistakes, but on logic… pay attention for continuity errors, timeline errors, of if there’s any Deus ex machina around… this is just one last read to wrap things up.    

Fifth read: This is optional, but I love to read random pages of my books, just to force the brain not to follow the same track it’s already used to. Sometimes I find mistakes where I’d usually just brush over.

Then, publish it. It can’t be perfect, so don’t get crazy over every little phrase or word of choice. 

Publish. Open a new document. And start a new book. :D  

Sun-kissed Sleepy

Note: Not requested, but this came about because I went to the pool today and then went straight to work and I felt that sleepy feeling you get after spending time in the sun. Its a special and specific kind of sleepy. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s nice. It made me want to take a nap with Shawn.

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The cool air of your hotel room hits you as soon as you swing open the door. You had turned the air conditioner on high before you left because you knew it would be hot outside, but a shiver runs down your spine as the blast of cool air hits you without warning. You head straight for your bathroom to take a shower, dropping your wet towel on the bathroom floor before removing your black bikini and getting under the warm stream of water.

When you get out of the shower, you feel exhaustion hit you. You had just spent the last four hours lounging by the pool, and the sun takes a lot out of you. It’s one in the afternoon, a perfect time for a nap. There is something about afternoon naps after mornings spent in the sun. They’re magical, and they have a certain feel to them.

Exiting the bathroom, you hear the television on in the hotel room, and a smile spreads across your face knowing that your boyfriend has returned. He was gone doing press all morning. You offered to go with him, but he insisted you stay back and enjoy the resort. You were in Florida after all.

Shawn is seated at the edge of the bed, watching the hockey game on the tv. When he sees you, he smiles and says “Hey baby,”

“Hey hun, how was work?” You question as you crawl onto the bed behind him, which immediately prompts him to move so he’s lying next to you. 

“Good, nothing special.” You cuddle closer into his side as his arm automatically wraps around you, and he asks, “You tired?” To which you only sleepily nod in response. “Didn’t you just sit at the pool all morning?” He questions, purposely giving you a hard time, but you know he’s joking and doesn’t mean it in a mean way.

“Yeah, but the sun makes me sleeeeepy.” You drag out the last word before hiding your face in his t-shirt. The afternoon sun is shining into the hotel room, and the exhaustion you feel is a good kind of exhaustion. Shawn has a show in a couple of hours, but neither of you have anything planned until then. “Take a nap with me?” You ask Shawn.

“You’re literally the cutest person ever.” He tells you smiling down at you.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you’re too tired to respond to his statement. You feel his lips press lightly against your forehead before he moves slightly to get more comfortable. And in his arms you fall asleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

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Life isn’t easy, no matter where you are. You’ll make choices you think are right, and then suffer for them.” Sarah J Maas

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They​ ​had​ ​been​ ​out​ ​in​ ​space​ ​for​ ​months​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​only​ ​the​ ​beginning​ ​when​ ​Allura​ ​would​ ​raise​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​testing​ ​their​ ​speed.​ ​An alarm​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​blue​ ​wasn't​ ​unusual​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​still​ ​a​ ​shock.​ ​Which​ ​was​ ​why​ ​the​ ​Paladins​ ​were​ ​now​ ​in​ ​the​ ​control​ ​room​ ​in​ ​their​ ​pajamas​ ​all except​ ​for​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​compared​ ​to​ ​the​ ​first​ ​run​ ​was​ ​in​ ​full​ ​Armor​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​go.​ ​“Allura​ ​what’s​ ​going​ ​on?”​ ​she​ ​raises​ ​an​ ​eyebrow​ ​at​ ​Shiro​ ​“​ ​I should​ ​be​ ​asking​ ​you​ ​that.​ ​What​ ​happened​ ​yesterday​ ​was​ ​unacceptable​ ​after​ ​forming​ ​Voltron​ ​for​ ​so​ ​long​ ​why​ ​couldn’t​ ​you​ ​now?”​ ​None​ ​of​ ​them answered​ ​surreptitiously​ ​glancing​ ​at​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​was​ ​standing​ ​tense.​ ​

Allura​ ​notices,​ ​she​ ​always​ ​does,​ ​“Lance​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do”​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at her​ ​shocked​ ​“Me?”​ ​​ ​“I​ ​mean​ ​it’s​ ​obvious​ ​everyone’s​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​you​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do?’​ ​His​ ​heart​ ​sunk​ ​he​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​so​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​be​ ​good​ ​“I​ ​didn’t do​ ​anything​ ​I’ve​ ​been​ ​good…”​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​breaks​ ​and​ ​he​ ​quickly​ ​glances​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Alphas​ ​neither​ ​of​ ​them​ ​give​ ​him​ ​any​ ​confirmation​ ​that​ ​he​ ​has been.​ ​Pidge​ ​and​ ​Hunk​ ​fidget​ ​“He​ ​didn’t​ ​do​ ​anything​ ​Princess,​ ​he’s​ ​been​ ​good​ ​ol’​ ​Lance.​ ​If​ ​anything​ ​it's​ ​Shiro​ ​and​ ​Keith.”​ ​Keith​ ​gives​ ​the Yellow​ ​Paladin​ ​a​ ​sharp​ ​look​ ​“Me?​ ​I’ve​ ​done​ ​nothing”​ ​

Pidge​ ​rounds​ ​on​ ​him all her pent up frustration​ finally exploding​“Thats’​ ​exactly​ ​it​ ​you’ve​ ​both​ ​done,​ ​nothing.​ ​And​ ​as​ ​much​ ​as​ ​you​ ​want to​ ​deny​ ​it​ ​Keith​ ​we’re​ ​a​ ​pack​ ​and​ ​what​ ​you​ ​did​ ​what​ ​you​ ​both​ ​did​ ​was​ ​super​ ​fucked.”​ ​Lance​ ​looks​ ​panicked​ ​“Don’t​ ​fight”​ ​Hes​ ​not​ ​heard​ ​the argument​ ​already​ ​escalating​ ​​ ​“As​ ​if​ ​you​ ​two​ are​ ​any​ ​better​ ​you​ ​took​ ​apart​ his ​burrow.”​ ​​ ​This​ ​is​ ​news​ ​to​ ​Lance​ ​and​ ​he​ ​jerks​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​them.​​ ​They​ ​really​ ​didn’t​ ​want​ ​him​ ​here​ ​did​ ​they?​ ​All​ ​this​ ​time​ ​hes​ ​been​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​things​ ​back​ ​to the​ ​way​ ​it​ ​was,​ ​was​ ​useless.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​laugh​ ​but​ ​that​ ​would​ ​just​ ​make​ ​him​ ​cry.​ ​He​ ​settles​ ​for​ ​an​ ​uneasy​ ​chuckle​ ​which​ ​is​ ​much​ ​more​ ​jarring than​ ​anything​ ​he​ ​could​ ​have​ ​done.​ ​“We​ ​need​ ​our​ ​blankets​ ​back​ ​Lance​ ​sorry​ ​we​ ​didn’t​ ​tell​ ​you.”​ ​​ ​He​ ​shakes​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​grins​ ​the​ ​fakest​ ​grin​ ​you could​ ​imagine​ ​even​ ​a​ ​baby​ ​could​ ​see​ ​that.​ ​“No​ ​sweat​ ​guys​ ​I​ ​shouldn’t​ ​have​ ​taken​ ​them​ ​in​ ​the​ ​first​ ​place.”​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Princess​ ​an​ ​odd​ ​glint in​ ​his​ ​eye.​ ​“I’m​ ​sorry​ ​It​ ​is​ ​my​ ​fault,​ ​I’ll​ ​work​ ​harder​ ​I​ ​promise​ ​next​ ​fight​ ​we’ll​ ​form​ ​Voltron.”​ ​​ ​She​ ​doesn’t​ ​look​ ​convinced​ ​maybe​ ​even​ ​more confused​ ​than​ ​she​ ​was​ ​when than before​ ​the​ ​fight​ ​started.​ ​“Now​ ​if​ ​you​ ​don’t​ ​mind,​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​catch​ ​up​ ​on​ ​my​ ​beauty​ ​sleep.​ ​You​ ​don’t​ ​get​ ​sexiest​ ​man​ ​of the​ ​year​ staying awake all the time.​ ​​ ​And​ ​hes​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​as​ ​cocky​ ​as​ ​only​ ​Lance​ ​could​ ​pull​ ​off. 

Aaaand here it is! (If you want to listen to the full song, go here)

I know it’s not the full song, but I didn’t really start out with the intention of finishing the whole song (if only cause I’d need to rework the lyrics, which would mean redoing the whole song). I might someday, but for now, I’m gonna leave it as is. .w.

The BORUTO ANIME
  • Me, after Boruto Movie: I think he's a brat I'm not going to watch the anime.
  • Me on April 5th: Oh what the hell 20 minutes won't kill me. I have Naruto withdrawals anyway. Besides Boruto is still a brat there is no way I'll follow it.
  • Me while watching the first five seconds of the anime: DID. THEY. JUST. KILL. OFF . NARUTO.
  • Me: The hell I'm watching this now.
  • *rocks back and forth contemplates all the time and childhood spent watching naruto grow up*
  • five seconds later: I need to know what happens!
  • Me after finishing it: You know what that wasn't that bad. I'm actually starting to like the brat. Still like Naruto better.
  • Conclusion I'm Hooked.

((*Inhales* I’ve planned to do this story for a while now and I finally managed to draw it. I wanted to finish the first page today so here it is. The birth of Paper Crane. More page coming soon. I don’t expect you to understand what’s going on right away since Crane is a rather complex character.))

Start: You’re here

*Next* Page 2

Art & Paper Crane© @little-noko

the signs as "Matt the radar technician" quotes
  • Aries: A buddy of mine saw Kylo Ren take his shirt off in the shower, and he said that Kylo Ren had an eight-pack. That Kylo Ren was shredded.
  • Taurus: I don't know, but can you stop yelling me? You're starting to STRESS ME OUT.
  • Gemini: Hearing that Zack lost his son really struck a nerve with me. Especially since I'm the one that killed him.
  • Cancer: *looking at the teamwork poster* this means something to me now.
  • Leo: What do you guys think of Kylo Ren? Do you believe him when he says he's gonna finish what Darth Vader started?
  • Virgo: Yes. Exactly. EXACTLY.
  • Libra: Hi, I'm Matt. I'm a radar technician.
  • Scorpio: I really learned a lot today. I think people are going to love the new me.
  • Sagittarius: *defending light saber* No it's not, it's awesome.
  • Capricorn: Jerkface.
  • Aquarius: Look, I found Kylo Ren's light saber. *close* Look at it up close!
  • Pisces: *force choking the stormtrooper*