Okay um hi. i have like 70 ocs and imnot joking. ill probably put up info posts for a few of them at some point but until then you’re just gonna absorb things by proxy. love n light

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One Nice Bug Per Day
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever
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Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
styofa doing anything
Not today Justin
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Okay um hi. i have like 70 ocs and imnot joking. ill probably put up info posts for a few of them at some point but until then you’re just gonna absorb things by proxy. love n light
*looking at the OC I crafted with my own hands* what the actual hell is her problem
"character doing a c+ job of breaking the cycle of abuse" is such a crunchy dynamic forever. what if i'm giving my all to give you a better life than i had and i'm succeeding but "better" just isn't quite enough. what if my blind spots and deeply ingrained trauma and inexperience mean that you will be indelibly scarred by me despite my best efforts. what if my abuser's influence still bleeds through at times because i know nothing else. what if i go so far in the opposite direction to avoid it that i hurt you in ways i couldn't have anticipated. what if my undeniable love and unforgivable shortcomings came part and parcel with each other. what if your love and gratitude and resentment and pain came part and parcel too. what if we both knew you deserved better but i was all you had. what if we had to move forward and reckon with that. what then
late poem to my father by sharon olds. if you even care
yeah
The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
If the door’s locked, try the wall
[by Geoff Manaugh]
a drywall knife
In one of the most interesting moments in his memoir, [jewelry thief Bill Mason] sees that architecture can be made to do what he wants it to do; it’s like watching a character in Star Wars learn to use the Force.
In a lengthy scene at a hotel in Cleveland that Mason would ultimately hit more than once in his career, he explains that his intended prize was locked inside a room whose door was too closely guarded for him to slip through. Then he realizes the obvious: he has been thinking the way the hotel wanted him to think—the way the architects had hoped he would behave—looking for doors and hallways when he could simply carve a new route where he wanted it. The ensuing realization delights him. “Elated at the idea that I could cut my own door right where I needed one,” he writes, Mason simply breaks into the hotel suite adjacent to the main office. There, he flings open the closet, pushes aside the hangers, and cuts his way from one room into the other using a drywall knife. In no time at all, he has cut his “own door” through to the manager’s office, where he takes whatever he wants—departing right back through the very “door” he himself made. It is architectural surgery, pure and simple.
Later, Mason actually mocks the idea that a person would remain reliant on doors, making fun of anyone who thinks burglars, in particular, would respect the limitations of architecture. “Surely if someone were to rob the place,” he writes in all italics, barbed with sarcasm, “they’d come in as respectable people would, through the door provided for the purpose. Maybe that explains why people will have four heavy-duty locks on a solid oak door that’s right next to a glass window.” People seem to think they should lock-pick or kick their way through solid doors rather than just take a ten-dollar drywall knife and carve whole new hallways into the world. Those people are mere slaves to architecture, spatial captives in a world someone else has designed for them.
Something about this is almost unsettlingly brilliant, as if it is nonburglars who have been misusing the built environment this whole time; as if it is nonburglars who have been unwilling to question the world’s most basic spatial assumptions, too scared to think past the tyranny of architecture’s long-held behavioral expectations.
To use architect Rem Koolhaas’s phrase, we have been voluntary prisoners of architecture all along, willingly coerced and browbeaten by its code of spatial conduct, accepting walls as walls and going only where the corridors lead us. Because doors are often the sturdiest and most fortified parts of the wall in front of you, they are a distraction and a trap. By comparison, the wall itself is often more like tissue paper, just drywall and some two-by-fours, without a lock or a chain in sight. Like clouds, apartment walls are mostly air; seen through a burglar’s eyes, they aren’t even there. Cut a hole through one and you’re in the next room in seconds.
~ Geoff Manaugh, A Burglar’s Guide to the City
realized i have started texting like mr darcy
let's give it up for emotionally constipated women. let's give it up for women who can't think about being vulnerable without throwing up in their mouth a little. let's give it up for women who don't have the words to say what they feel even if they wanted to
simply cannot ever resist what i call the little mermaid or the tin man or the pinnochio plot, the one about a character who is either inhuman or human but outside in some way, constantly searching for whatever it is that they consider to be the quintessential proof of humanity, preoccupied by it so deeply that they fail to realize the proof is in the act and fact of the search itself
(via @notaficwriter)
i really love when a character, calmly and completely earnestly, is like i’m not important, i’m no one really, just a blade that people use and throw away. no one remembers me for long after i leave their life. and then you look at the evidence and it turns out that every person who meets them becomes permanently obsessed with them, for better and for worse, and the character has somehow completely missed this fact
I’ve been told I should post the collage I made of fanfic authors bullying Jon Sims lmao
i SAID that if you dont love me NOW you will never love me AGAIN
Quick tips for writing REAL DENIAL
Denial is the emotional equivalent of duct-taping a sinking ship and pretending it’s “just a little wet.”
~ Denial starts small. A character insists, “It’s not a big deal,” while the problem is literally chewing on their ankle.
~ They rationalize EVERYTHING. “He didn’t ignore me; he just… didn’t see the message… for 12 hours…” Sure, babe…
~ They avoid the obvious. Won’t ask the question. Won’t check the evidence. Won’t confront the person. Silence is their safe place.
~ They overcommit to the lie. Big enthusiastic “I swear I’m fine!” energy that fools absolutely no one.
~ They overwork or distract themselves. Cleaning, baking, reorganizing the sock drawer by emotional trauma level. Anything but thinking.
~ They get defensive. “Why would you even ask that?” Because you’re vibrating like a feral raccoon, that’s why.
~ They downplay the symptoms. “It’s just a headache” while they look like death reheated.
~ They gaslight themselves. “It didn’t hurt that bad.” “It’s nothing.” Lies, lies, lies.
~ The truth comes in bursts. A sudden snap. A quiet breakdown. A whispered “I can’t keep pretending.” Denial always cracks eventually. ALWAYS…
robot yuri. Send post
back from the hospital
only reason im telling you this is because on the wristband they gave me they had a pronouns section but instead of just putting down my pronouns there was a barcode you could scan
its just a very funny visual. probably real as fuck for some of you
1st base: raw ethically dubious fucking
2nd base: exist in a public space together
3rd base: you witness me have a real, candid emotion
4th base: I reveal an aspect of my tragic backstory to you
I'm not that into knightposting personally but I think it could be improved by being more fucked up. This is moving away from the fantasy media tropes it's typically drawing from but c'monnn... the helmet stays on you are a muzzled attack dog for the state/king/church/whatever. You don't get to have a face. Little miss instrument of violence
Fairytale typical shit about devotion and whatever is cutesy I see the appeal. But I want it to be worse
Maybe I'm not that into knightposting because I'm on some other shit entirely. I'm doing medieval mechsploitation. Does anyone want to play medieval mechsploitation with me