Can I offer a reframe of the common "write the shitty first draft" advice? I like that advice a lot but I think the way it's often presented bounces off a lot of people and activates shit that does not help writing happen.
I think of the first draft as an armature.
If I was making a beautiful bronze statue, I would need to make a clay model first. And, depending on the shape, before I even got out my clay I would need to get some good thick wire and create a basic shape for the clay to adhere to, so it doesn't all fall down. Once I have this essential 3D wire frame, I can start building and subtracting and refining.
But if I try to refine on just clay, it won't have enough of a core to hold it up. I'll sculpt a beautiful hand only to have the whole arm fall off and go smush.
The armature isn't the sculpture. It is the frame you build the sculpture around.
The first draft isn't the novel, it's a sort-of-novel-shaped thing that will hold up everything you build and beautify later.
Write the armature draft. Try to make it a good armature, instead of trying to make it a good novel before it's ready.
idk what young person on the internet needs to hear this but you are not obligated to share any personal details about yourself online. in fact im gonna straight-up circle back to 00s era advice and say being anonymous is good actually
so loving men isn't a curse. loving men isn't "unfortunate". loving men isn't a bad thing. yes, we can joke about how awful men can be, but it gets to a a point where this mentality can really hurt. it can really feed into you hating yourself for something you can't control. loving men is something special. loving yourself is just as beautiful.
pairing: idol!chan x f!reader; idol!minho x f!reader; idol!changbin x f!reader; idol!hyunjin x f!reader
genre: slice of life, fluff
warnings: none i think
ss: 19
requested: yes
summary: they took a chance. now they're freaking out in the group chat.
a/n: i really like this idea, and it did take me a while to try and do it justice. some are longer than others, not for any particular reason. tried my best to differentiate them
if you want more scenarios like this, feel free to request them! đ«¶đ»
pairing: idol!jisung x f!reader; idol!felix x f!reader; idol!seungmin x f!reader; idol!jeongin x f!reader
genre: slice of life, fluff
warnings: none i think
ss: 18
requested: yes
summary: they took a chance. now they're freaking out in the group chat.
a/n: i really like this idea, and it did take me a while to try and do it justice. some are longer than others, not for any particular reason. tried my best to differentiate them
if you want more scenarios like this, feel free to request them! đ«¶đ»
capitalism is crazy because you really do have soda companies committing human rights violations on the level of like, more stereotypically evil industries. to sell and make soda
German below regarding the current political circumstances (English version below the cut):
Hi. Ich weiĂ gar nicht, ob ich ĂŒberhaupt deutsche Follower*innen habe, aber ich muss meine Reichweite nutzen.
Am 23. Februar sind Bundestagswahlen. Bitte, wenn Ihr eine Wahlberechtigung habt, nutzt Eure Stimme. Das ist wichtiger denn je. Ich verstehe, dass einem vielleicht keine Partei so hundertprozentig zuspricht, aber in einer Demokratie ist WĂ€hlen die bequemste und sogleich mit einflussreichste Sache, die man machen kann und sollte.
Ihr könnt den Wahl-O-Mat oder den Real-O-Mat machen und bitte, bitte lest Euch die einzelnen Programme der Parteien durch. Lasst uns verhindern, dass Rechtsextremismus noch salonfÀhiger wird, als er es leider eh schon geworden ist in den letzten Jahren.
Bitte sprecht Euch dagegen aus, wenn Menschen in Eurem Umfeld rassistische, sexistische, queerfeindliche, diskriminierende Aussagen tĂ€tigen. Ich weiĂ leider aus eigener Erfahrung, wie ĂŒbel anstrengend das sein kann, aber wir dĂŒrfen den Hass nicht gewinnen lassen. Liebe ist immer stĂ€rker als Hass.
Ach so, ich bezweifle es zwar, aber falls ich Follower*innen haben sollte, die planen, die AfD zu wĂ€hlen, könnt Ihr mir an der Stelle gerne entfolgen. TschĂŒss!
Danke fĂŒrs Lesen, passt auf Euch auf und LG
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Hi, Iâm not sure if I have any German followers at all but I have to speak up about this.
On 23rd February is federal elections day in Germany. Please, if you are allowed to vote, go vote. This is more important than ever before. I understand if no party might match your political views by 100%. But in a democracy making use of your vote is the easiest and perhaps most influential thing one can and should do.
You can take the quizzes of the Wahl-O-Mat and Real-O-Mat and please, please read the programs of the individual parties. Letâs make sure that right extremist ideologies donât become even more popular than theyâve unfortunately already become these past years.
Please speak up against discriminating, racist, sexist, queerphobic statements around you. Unfortunately, I know from first hand experience how annoyingly exhausting this can be but we canât let hatred win. Love is always stronger than hate.
Even though I doubt that itâs the case but if anyone whoâs planning to vote the AfD party is following me, they can gladly hit the unfollow button. Bye!
summary: your little moment with your boyfriend in the quiets of morning atmosphere gets interrupted
pairing: han jisung x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 234 words
a/n: quokka is the cutest đ this was requested, hope you guys like it x
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morning cuddles series:
Chan Lee Know Changbin Hyunjin Felix Seungmin I.N
Masterlist
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You woke up by the sounds of birds chirping outside his dorm room. Wrapped in the warmth of Jisungâs arms, you were completely content, your legs tangled with his under the blankets. His tee-shirt clad chest rose and fell beneath your cheek, and his fingers lazily traced shapes on your back.
âThis is nice,â you murmured, snuggling impossibly closer.
Jisung hummed in agreement, pressing a sleepy kiss to your forehead. âSo nice. Letâs just stay like this forever.â
A loud bang against the door shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
âHan! Get up! Youâre gonna be late!â Minhoâs voice rang out, followed by more impatient knocking.
Jisung groaned dramatically, tightening his arms around you. âIgnore him.â
You giggled, running your fingers through his messy hair. âWe probably shouldââ
âNope.â He cut you off with a quick kiss. Then another. Then another, until you were laughing softly against his lips. âSee? Much better than getting up.â
More knocking. More impatience.
âHan Jisung! I swear if youâre still in bedââ
Jisung whined, burying his face in your neck like a stubborn child. âHyung is ruining our moment.â
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple. âYou do kinda have to go. You can't miss practice.â
âBut I donât want to,â he pouted, lifting his head just enough to steal another kiss.
The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with the kind of warmth that made getting up feel impossible.
âHan!â Minhoâs voice was now dangerously close to irritation.
Jisung groaned dramatically, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him.
âFine! Iâm up! Happy?!â
Minho scoffed from the other side of the door. âI will break this door down if youâre lying.â
Jisung huffed, muttering something about Minho being too responsible before glancing down at you, still curled against his chest.
âGuess this means I really have to go.â
You nodded, feigning seriousness. âUnfortunately.â
Jisung pouted again, but before you could move, he kissed you one last timeâsoft, lingering, as if he wanted to make up for every second he had to spend away from you today.
Then, with a sigh, he finally sat up, muttering, âHyung owes me for ruining my perfect morning.â
Minhoâs voice rang out again. âI heard that, Han.â
You both laughed, and Jisung gave you one last squeeze before dragging himself out of bed.
You patted his cheek. "Go, my love. Be strong."
Jisung groaned before dramatically flopping onto your lap. "I CAN'T LEAVE YOU."
Minho rolled his eyes before saying, "alright, Romeo. Say your goodbyes and letâs go."
Jisung sulked, stealing one last kiss before Minho could bang the door again.
As the door shut, you could still hear Jisungâs whining. Giggling to yourself, you sighed and began to miss him already.
summary: a short fic consisting of sweet start of the day with your clingy boyfriend
pairing: lee know x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 252 words
a/n: this gif basically inspired this writing, he looks so cuddly and soft, I couldn't resist
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morning cuddles series:
Chan Changbin Hyunjin Jisung Felix Seungmin I.N
Masterlist
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You were barely awake when you felt somethingâor rather, someoneâclinging to you like a koala.
"Stay," Minho mumbled against your shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin.
"Min, I have to get up," you murmured, running your fingers through his soft hair in an attempt to gently pry him off.
"No," he protested, squeezing you tighter. "Youâre mine. You canât leave."
You chuckled at his sleepy possessiveness. It wasnât uncommon for him to get clingy, especially when he was extra tired or just feeling particularly soft.
"Baby, I need to make breakfast."
"Order delivery."
"I have workâ"
"Call in sick. You caught a serious case of boyfriend-needs-cuddles syndrome."
You giggled, attempting to shift, but Minho let out a dramatic whine, making you freeze. "MinâŠ"
"Shhh. Sleep," he mumbled, voice still laced with sleep. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your back, and you could feel him smiling against your skin. "Stay with me a little longer, just a little."
How could you say no to that?
Sighing in defeat, you let yourself relax against him. His grip loosened just slightly, as if he knew he had won.
"You're impossible," you whispered.
"I'm adorable," he corrected, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. "And you love me."
You smiled, heart full. "Yeah, I do."
Minho hummed in satisfaction, nuzzling closer. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go anytime soon."
morning wood handjobs for sleepy cute lovely boys!! morning voice đ”âđ«đ”âđ« bedhead and warm skin and puffy cheeks and lips and floating somewhere between awake and in dreamland đ”âđ«
a/n: maesie u said Boys but i hope itâs okay that i decided on BoyâŠ. birthday boy specificallyâŠ. i donât think i write jeongin super well but i read this prompt and thought it would be a fun drabble idea for his special day! lmk what u think?!?!
youâve knocked one of your pillows off the bed. thatâs the first thing that registers as you blearily crack your eyes open and find your head almost flat on the mattress, crust sticking to the dry corners of your eyes and clouding your already hazy vision. the second thing that registers is that itâs still too dark outside for you to be awake. the curtains are closed, but warm slivers of sunlight always manage to make their way through.
the third thing only registers when youâre burrowing further into your single pillow to go back to sleep, hands tucked into the sleep-warm blanket thatâs tucked right underneath your chin. you wriggle, wriggle again for good measure, and thereâs an annoyed groan from behind you.
jeongin sleepily pinches your hip, right where your t-shirt has rucked up in the night, so you reach your hand back to slap at him in your own sleepy annoyance.
ah, thatâs right. the third thing. the incessant, hard, warm third thing, pressed right against the swell of your backside through your panties and jeonginâs loose pajama shorts.
you wriggle again just to receive another discombobulated pinch to your skin, but your boyfriend does choke a raspy groan into your ear and push himself closer into your space. you press yourself right back, sleepiness leaving you uninhibited enough to not shy away from the feeling of jeonginâs hard cock against your ass. he mumbles into your ear, something unintelligible paired with a noisy smack to his lips, right before his hand sleepily slips from your waist to wrap around you.
jeongin manages to make even his most unintentional actions as intentional as they get, because as soon as his hand falls from your hip, heâs bringing it right between the tight press of your thighs where youâre warm and wet. he cups you there - the sudden pressure on your tender cunt makes you squeak something silly, and jeonginâs lips smack once more as he proceeds to use his grip between your legs to pull you back harder onto his cock.
the covers rustle. jeonginâs grip tightens, pushes his fingers harshly into the cotton of your sticky panties so the fabric gets caught between your plush lower lips.
itâs early, but that doesnât stop you from grinding your ass back against his bulge. it doesnât stop you from cupping your soft breast where itâs coming out from under your shirt, and it doesnât stop you from reaching a slow arm behind you to scritch through jeonginâs dark, fuzzy bed head.
âmmm yeah.â your eyes open wider, drawn right to the bright red numbers of the alarm clock on his nightstand before they flutter shut again. âinnie. iyennie. f- fuck, mm, yang jeongin. âs your birthday.â
jeonginâs hips rut harder. his strength nearly pushes you over onto your stomach, left arm bent and trapped under your shared weight. he doesnât respond; todayâs date hardly feels as significant as the burning in his stomach, that molasses slow, coiling heat pulsing in his gut and making him whimper behind gritted teeth. you can hear the gritty grind of them, he grinds them in his sleep sometimes and heâs so, so sleepy now, so you tug on his hair lightly with your free hand.
âteeth. teeth, jângin, love. open.â
a deep breath, so deep you can feel his bare chest expanding against your back with it. he lets it out right against your ear. itâs hot, a little wet. you donât mind his sour breath or the loud panting in your ear because itâs his birthday and you love him. he listens to you though, complying with your gentle instructions, jaw loosening and teeth unclenching as the breath leaves his lungs.
lips are puckered underneath your earlobe. they open, open and close and gasp as the rutting of his hips rock you into the warm mattress. you can feel his moans this way, those sweet little whimpers he lets out only because heâs tired and desperate with his pleasure. your skin prickles with his warm breath, with the vibrations from his voice.
âso- so fucking good,â he whispers. his voice shakes when he talks, uneven thrusts tugging on his vocal cords to show you just how desperate he really is. âmmjagiâŠâ
you moan in response. of course you do, jeonginâs tensing fingers between your legs and your panties taught, bunched between your lips gives your poor little clit enough stimulation to make you just as desperate as your partner. itâs in your desperation that you realize just how much you want to touch jeongin back, so you uncurl your fingers from his hair and bring them to your lips to wet. it gets jostled by his rough movements when you reach behind you again, only lower this time, saliva-wet palm dipping underneath the elastic of his shorts to touch hot, hot, hot skin.
all he does is make your hand wetter. that fat tip is so leaky that heâs soaked the front of his thin shorts. jeongin breathes out an airy, pitched moan when your fingers wrap around his length. youâre too sleepy to grip tight like you normally would, but jeongin takes it in stride like he always does, fucking even harder into your easy grip to compensate.
âa-ah!â your warm breath skitters across your rumpled pillow like a skimmed pebble to a pond. âjeonginnie! jeonginnie, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.â
your need to cum, your need for jeongin to use your body to reach his own end overrides the discomfort of your arms, the odd twist of your wrist.
âyeah. yeah, âm close. s-so close, tighter? tighter, honey, a little- little bit-? oh, oh god⊠oh fuckâŠâ
you squeeze your fingers. it sounds so wet, too loud and too sinful for this early in the morning, his sticky precum webbing between your digits and making your grip slick. jeongin shudders when he cums, keens into your ear and presses you into the mattress with one last hard thrust of his tired hips. his cum shoots out of his tip, caught only by your loosening grip and the messy fabric of his shorts. youâre sure itâs already leaking through and onto the cotton of your panties.
jeongin doesnât waste any time though, never one to let an opportunity go when itâs presented to him. his elegant hand is still shoved unceremoniously between your clenching thighs, and you whimper like a pitiful little thing when he removes the pressure. your thighs clench again, youâre frantic enough in your need to cum to reach between your legs and finish yourself off, but jeongin beats you to it. he wraps those perfect, perfect fingers around the bunch of your panties and tugs. tugs right up on them until theyâre rubbing back and forth on your sensitive clit.
âoh! shit, fuck, like that!â
heâs rough with it, and it has your own hips stuttering into the pressure. it burns a little bit; youâre wet enough to soak your panties and ease the slide, but itâs still white-hot and rough on your clit. your eyes roll, your mouth drops wide open. jeonginâs got your panties twisted tight enough that the elastic snatches against your clit, and god, the friction burns so good, good enough that it makes you cum with a wild shudder and a wailing cry of his name. jeongin holds you through it as he always does, catches you in those ever-strong arms when you roll over to curl into his chest and throw your clenched legs over his hips. he doesnât complain about your jolting, your constant twitching as your body settles down again, just rubs your sweaty skin and holds you tight.
the blanket has been kicked to the floor, the space where you lay is soaked with sweat, and jeongin pants heavily beside you. youâre still tired enough that you could fall asleep like this. jeonginâs thumb is stroking one of your thighs just soft enough that it lulls you, but your clean-freak of a boyfriend would be covered in hives if you both lay in your filth for much longer.
you nudge him with your toes, and he cracks open an eye and the corners of his cute mouth quirk. the sun is seeping through your curtains. jeongin throws an arm across his forehead to block it. heâs beautiful.
âyâwanna shower? mmm, birthday boy. iâll let you use the shower head on me.â
thank you for indulging me ehhehheheheh ( Ë ÂłË)
6 _ the word that appears the most in your current draft
if we ignore the main characters' names (jiung, jisung), it's "like" (appearing 78 times within 12 713 words)
12 _ a trope you're really into right now
I'm working on two stories at the moment, both kind of fall into the slice of life genre, focusing on exploring intimacy and relations as well as navigating neurodivergency and chronic illness.
One is an established relationship trope and the other is a stranger to friends to lovers!
15 _ favourite weather for writing?
I absolutely love when it's cold enough for me to curl up with my heating pad, a blanket and a cup of tea.... mmmmmmmm yes.
26 _ are you able to write with other people around?
honestly, my main issue is getting my neurodivergent brain to focus, but I've found that when I'm locked in and can wear my headset, it generally doesn't matter much who's around! if I'm being interrupted, though.... yeah, no. immediate brain 404.
