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To all writer pals

Don’t get discouraged if sometimes the ideas in your mind don’t come out the way you want them to. You’re doing great, bud, and it’s pretty fabulous how you paint pictures with your words, even if your mountains look a little more like hills! Keep on going, you’re doing great my dude.

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will i ever stop making fanart for this fic????????? 

more gifts for @adreamingsongbird!! just think of this as me stuffing love letters in your shoe locker like in the animes 

So lemme tell y'all a story:

I was in 10th grade honours English. I loved my teacher - she was super cool, but didn’t take any shit from anyone. During our time with her, she was going through a rough divorce.

Our teacher had developed this system: if we were good, she’d add “time” to our class, with each “time” being worth ten seconds, so we had to work hard. That meaning, she would give us a free period after we’d built up the exact time that a period extended to be. It was an earned privilege, and we always did our best to try and obtain it. Hell, playing puzzle games and reading was way more fun than a test or worksheet!

We were reading Animal Farm, a book my mom had given to me when I was ten bc she knew I loved to read and enjoyed anything that was thought-provoking. I’d read it then, and again later in my parochial middle school. Living in a big city, public schools aren’t well-funded, and I was lucky to have all my close family scrape together cash for a good education. Needless to say, I was rather familiar with the book.

Now back to the system! Our teacher had implemented a rule that every morning (she taught my first period class) we wood stand up and recite the commandments of animalism. We’d all try our hardest to do it perfectly, lest “time” be taken off our class. But one morning, she was… cold.

My classmates who’d recited before me were all told to sit down and stop reciting, because they were “wrong.” Knowing that, I was confused, as was everyone else. Yet, we all kept trying the same thing. She let the first few people finish. Then, she let people get partially through before she’d utter, “wrong” or something of the sort and deduct our hard-earned time.

It finally got to me; it was my turn. I stood up and started, and was immediately shut down by her. I was frustrated, to say the least. I replied after a second and told her that I was, indeed, right. She muttered for me to sit down. I refused, and by now she’d taken off twenty seconds. Everyone groaned, but I continued to disobey. Eventually, my classmates started telling me to just stop and it turned into yelling at me once I’d lost our hard-earned twenty minutes (meaning we had been halfway to a free period) as I continued to argue. Once we were in the negatives, people were literally yelling obscenities at me. They even yelled at her, blaming her divorce and period. Gross behaivour, mind you.

I didn’t stop.

The teacher said that she was going to call security and have me removed. I replied that it was a-okay with me to do so. I promptly walk out of the room and she followed up by telling me to wait in the hallway. I’d intended to walk to the office myself, but obliged figuring it was no matter to me.

I was in the hallway for about a minute before she rushed out and gently grabbed me by the shoulders. I was rightly confused. She gasped, and stammered out that she had never imagined it would happen. Why was she suddenly not being so ruthless? Why was she flabbergasted? Well, apparently what she’d “wanted” was for us to all fail. That it was a lesson, and she’d have given back the “time” she had removed. It was all about “knowing” what was coming, and how fascism meant that the rules could change at any time, without your knowledge and consent, but you could still be punished for it. She told me that she’d called security, and told them if they saw me in the hall during that call, to excuse me. Nobody had done that before. Apparently, throughout her decades of teaching, not one student had done that. They had all caved and sat down eventually.

You can be that person. In something that matters to us all. It’s not fun, but when has fighting for what’s right ever been easy?

hiiiii ✨ i know i’ve been posting a lot of writing this week, but i hope you don’t mind one more. in my head, this is set five years in the future. maybe this will be a thing? if i can make myself actually follow through on what i’m picturing for it lol


Saturday, 19:53

For dinner, Even has made lasagna. It’s probably a new recipe, Isak thinks. Even has been marathoning Iron Chef all the last week, and that always seems to bring out the urge to recipe-hunt in him. It’s not anything Isak is going to complain about.

“Do you like the sauce?” Even says, of course right as Isak is shoveling a steaming forkful of pasta and cheese into his mouth. It burns a little, from the size of the bite and how fast he tries to chew, and he winces even as he nods.

“What’d you put in it this time?” he asks, mouth still half-full.

“A splash of vodka, a little red pepper.”

“Spicy,” Isak says, exaggerated and in English. Even grins. “It’s good, though, really. Really good.”

“It still needs something. I think I might try making the pasta next time.”

“Like. From scratch?”

“Yeah,” Even says, stretching the tail end a bit in a clear how else?

“Oh. Cool, I didn’t know you could.”

“Like, in general, or me specifically?”

“Uh, both?”

“How have you survived 22 years?”

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  • Please check your logic, antis. Because clearly its flawed.

I hope that ed makes all of my fanfic dreams come true and have aaron and robert be wearing each other’s clothes because they were having sex in an a slightly inappropriate place and needed to get dressed quickly

When you’ve been making something for almost a year and you get to the point where you’re like “yeah I’ll probably put this out there in a couple days” it just feels kind of like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

the Voltron three-sentence ficlet masterpost

Here is a collection of every three(ish) sentence ficlet I’ve written over the last week. Asks contained two characters, sometimes more, and a prompt. I wrote approximately three sentences, sometimes more, and posted them. :) This started as a way to help me get through jetlag and ballooned into something much greater. I can’t recommend this system more to any writer looking to keep the creativity flowing while swamped with work. This was awesome! Thank you so much for all the fun!

More details:

  • All fills are for the fandom Voltron: Legendary Defender.
  • This is a total of 2300 words and just over 50 prompts. More stats available if anyone’s curious.
  • Some prompts may have been asked with their ship name or contain ship-centric language. All fills from me are platonic.
  • Fills are loosely organized by character.
  • Numbers refer to the order in which they were filled. 
  • This is currently tumblr exclusive.
  • This list is also available as a fixed masterpost on my tumblr. 
  • Am I missing one? Ask!

Ficlets linked beneath the readmore!

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trenchcoat-hunter  asked:

Can you write a fic where Artemis and BIzarro start to understand the genuine fear and respect that the Bat Clan has earned? Perhaps something along the lines of newer recruits for the Justice League or the Titans needs saving from a freshly minted villians and just one dramatic entrance from Jason sends everyone scrambling to their respective mentors?

Yes.

theyullenator  asked:

(Breathes in.) If you read the message, you would understand the point wasn't that I don't understand what an anagram is. The point is that people are going around saying Ishida himself confirmed that he calls Amon Koutarou "Koumon Rotor", i.e. Anal vibe/dildo thing, when in fact it wasn't Rotor, it was "Koumon Tarou". Just... "Anal Tarou". Which I guess can mean "Anal Man" but... I was looking for "Koumon Rotor", which I had heard he tweeted, but I can't find it anywhere, even his twitter.

Oookay. First of all, visual aid: please refer to page one of this omake.

Second of all. I have no idea what “people” are saying as I’m not responsible for them. You came to my blog asking how does Amon Koutarou make “Koumon rotor”. I told you it’s an anagram of Koumon Tarou, which is a name Ishida actually wrote in the omake (since he couldn’t actually write “anal dildo”).

As a bit of an advice, wording your questions properly and subsequently being polite when addressing people you don’t know is considered the norm in most societies. Just a tip.

Hey friends thanks for reassuring me and whatnot on the sona idea. You’re all so kind and I appreciate it a ton. I probably won’t have anything designed tonight but I’m definitely gonna make that new sona and I’ll post them when I can :) thank you again so much!!