CharmingNotDarling @charmingnotdarling - Tumblr Blog

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

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I was expecting something where someone was being judgemental and nasty but got a pleasant surprise I love this

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I really needed this today :)

Fitzwilliam: remember that when you propose to Elizabeth Bennet today that you mention how much you love her and all the qualities that you adore the most about her, just like we rehearsed Darcy

Darcy: Elizabeth I just want you to know that I love and admire you so much that I'm willing to ignore the fact that you're completely broke and that your family is really embarrassing and has nothing to offer me

Fitzwilliam: So not at all like we rehearsed then

austenchanted

that’s it. that’s the movie.

halfagony-halfhope

#character development

mysharona1987

Fanfiction is the madwoman in mainstream culture’s attic, but the attic won’t contain it forever. Writing and reading fanfiction isn’t just something you do; it’s a way of thinking critically about the media you consume, of being aware of all the implicit assumptions that a canonical work carries with it, and of considering the possibility that those assumptions might not be the only way things have to be.

Anne Jamison, Fic: Why Fan Fiction is Taking Over the World. (via mysharona1987)

fieldbears

I think every writer/artist has that one story/drawing that gets completely skipped over, and they’d never say it aloud, but inside they’re like

‘fuck all y'all, that’s one of the best things I’ve done’

plus one story/drawing that everyone loves

‘really? that one?’

fieldbears

apparently this rant has struck a chord with people jfc

queensofmystery

a case solved

a.k.a. taking turns ch.6. But let me stress that none of the previous chapters are required reading for understanding this one. They just add a bit more context and build-up.

all chapters including this one are also on my ao3

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They still slept separately. But it was so rare for Joan to fall asleep after him or wake before him for the issue to even present itself without prompting. And neither wanted to prompt it.

Keep reading

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Just introduced a kid to her adoptive parents. They brought her a dozen roses. We met at a restaurant. I arrived early to get a private booth and told the waitstaff what was up. So all the servers were having a cry in the corner. I’m at a coffee shop a few miles away, giving them space and having my own cry.

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Adoptive mom clarified to me later: roses were pink because pink means forever.

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What’s more important than the roses, though, is they also brought her a luggage set so she wouldn’t be moving her things in garbage bags. The luggage matches theirs, cause it’s family luggage for family trips.

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And now the rest of us are crying too

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Heading home to Brooklyn

The subway car that had been nearly empty when they boarded lost its last passengers, save for them. Sherlock and Joan sat side by side, tired, not talking …. there was no need for talking … staring straight ahead. They bumped and rocked in unison, swaying this way and that, surfing the rhythms of the train… heading home.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her first head bob. It was always a wonder to him that she could block out the metallic screeches and the chunking of wheels on rails, the rattle of glass, the odd smells and bright lights, and fall asleep.

There came the second head bob and soon enough her head would tilt forward and …. yes …. yes, there it was, Watson was now dozing at his side. Her head was wobbling with the car’s movements, distractingly so. For his own sake he moved an arm gingerly around her shoulders, and gently tapped her in his direction. Her head came to rest on his shoulder. Sherlock sighed. “That’s better,” he thought. Now he could concentrate on … on …. Watson adjusted her head on his shoulder … her hair tickled at his jaw … the world grew a bit hazy, a little quieter, and his eyes fluttered close for a minute or so before the crackle and tin of the station announcement jarred them both awake.

Thank you @heiots for the prompt “trains.” It's not much of a ficlet … but I was able to get something out of my dry husk of a brain - grammar and punctuation be damned!

harryshippudge

you know whats wayyyyy easier than writing? scrolling through tumblr for hours and hours and tangentially thinking about your WIPs but not Actually working on them

why writing takes forever

writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what's the word I want?

writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*

writer: *gets a paragraph done*

writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?

writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn't actually matter*

writer: Wait what's that thing called again?

writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*

writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*

writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*

writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*

writer: should it be "she regards him with disdain" or "she glares at him with disdain" ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)

writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*

writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????

writer: fuck proofreading

writer: okay fine i'll proofread.

writer: holy shit this is awful.

writer: *reworks entire sections*

writer: *doesn't think I'm good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*

writer: repeat process as needed.

extramadness

thequotejournals

Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back.

Yasmin Mogahed (via thequotejournals)

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“Girl power in my mind is to let girls be exactly what they are. Let them be angry. Let them be resentful. And rebellious. Let them be hard and soft and loving and sad and silly. Let them be wrong. Let them be right. Let them be everything. Because, they are everything.” ― Amy Sherman-Palladino

{insp.}