Koops’ Writing Space

I’m Law, this is my writing blog. I just post my poems, my thoughts on shows/movies and what not. I encourage you to share your thoughts as well!!

[k00ps]

“Honey On the Tongue”

[digitalkiddo]

If you're writing anything involving cons, scams, heists, or morally questionable characters who are very good at lying, here are some free resources I've been using for research. Saving you the "why is this in my search history" anxiety.

1. The FBI's Famous Cases & Criminals archive (fbi.gov/history/famous-cases) has detailed breakdowns of real fraud cases, Ponzi schemes, and confidence operations. The language they use is clinical and precise, which is perfect for getting the procedural details right.

2. The FTC Consumer Sentinel Network publishes annual reports on the most common fraud tactics in the US. Great for understanding how modern scams actually work and what makes people fall for them.

3. The Smithsonian's American Art Museum has a free digital collection of forgery case studies. If your character forges documents or art, this is gold.

4. Court Listener (courtlistener.com) is a free legal database where you can read actual court transcripts from fraud trials. Want to know how a real con artist talks under oath? This is where you find out.

5. The Internet Archive's collection of old newspaper crime sections. Search for "confidence man" or "swindle" in papers from the 1920s through 1960s and you'll find incredible real stories that would feel too dramatic for fiction.

Bonus: The Psychology of Fraud section on the Association for Psychological Science website has accessible articles about why people trust, how deception works cognitively, and what makes someone a convincing liar. Essential reading if you want your con artist characters to feel psychologically real.

Reblog to save for later. Your WIP will thank you.

[rainintheevening]

Okay, we got a new one, boys.

[fleshengine]

Close enough welcome back Chekov's gun.

[comma-souptra]

Prev you can’t bury this in your own tags

[hope-chest-resources]

ID: A screenshot of tags left on the tumblr post. They read "#it's actually kind of a reverse Chekhov's Gun #Chekhov's Gun says "If there is setup there must be payoff" #Asimov's Tail says "if there is payoff there must be setup" #and I think the tail is also important #a tail is not something you'd expect to see on a character unless explicitly pointed out #someone stepping on the tail not only reveals its existence but also tells us things about it #eg it's floor length sensitive and the character either can't or won't keep it out of the way of foot traffic #the upshot seems to be "acclimatise your audience to things they don't understand before you use them" #you don't need to explain how a gun on the mantelpiece works in the same way you need to explain how your protagonist's tail does" End ID.

[ladyignatius4]

It doesn't matter if you wrote 5,000 or 50 words today.

It doesn't matter if all you did was day-dream about your characters while staring at the ceiling.

You are still a writer and your progress is valid.

[an0neemouse]

Write whatever you want. Write that incredibly niche thing that only two other people on earth will get. Write the super indulgent cliche thing that makes you kick your feet giddily. Write the angry rage story that whumps them all and makes people cry.

Whatever it is that YOU want to write. Write it. Because only YOU can.

[rox-and-prose]

Stop Making Psychosis A Villainous Trait Challenge

[rox-and-prose]

Stop Making Scars A Sign Of Evil Challenge

[rox-and-prose]

Actually, you know what? Stop Using Disability As A Shorthand For Evil Challenge

[k00ps]

6 Hours Apart

It’s 6am

where I am, alone and undone

amongst my unheard good mornings.

Is it true the streets are dangerous?

That the parents shelter the children

from what lurks through the alleys,

from what says hello

from right next door? Its true,

worry has a way of connecting

those even across the seas.

It’s 12pm,

surely you napped,

phone on the counter

between the spaces of what to do

and what’s yet to be done.

“Do not disturb” taunts

the urge to talk to you anyway;

Announcing the grief

of our daily conversations.

Oh, how I urge

to scream it loud.

It’s 6pm.

Now is the perfect time

to wish I was there.

The empty side of your bed

where the moonlight shines through.

But as much as I think I know you,

I can’t speak for you;

so in the silence of my prayers,

I wish the next text between us

is from someone other than me.

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from a past life

[wovi]

*

the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[wovi]

*

barthes

[evergreen-femme]

im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.

please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.

[t4t4t]

תפילה להפך – מאבן בֹחן | Prayer for Transformation, from the poem "Even Boḥan" by Rabbi Ḳalonymus b. Ḳalonymus ben Meir (1322) • the Open Si

A prayer by Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir that appears in his poem ספר אבן בוחן, יג Sefer Even Boḥan (§13), describing the author's wish t

[unabashedllamamusic]

Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy!"... ...How could he twist the course of the stars so much? How could he have erred so in his astrology? A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him For he foolishly transformed justice to poison He altered the law and transposed the lines

Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"

Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...

What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.

I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.

[k00ps]

6 Hours Apart

It’s 6am

where I am, alone and undone

amongst my unheard good mornings.

Is it true the streets are dangerous?

That the parents shelter the children

from what lurks through the alleys,

from what says hello

from right next door? Its true,

worry has a way of connecting

those even across the seas.

It’s 12pm,

surely you napped,

phone on the counter

between the spaces of what to do

and what’s yet to be done.

“Do not disturb” taunts

the urge to talk to you anyway;

Announcing the grief

of our daily conversations.

Oh, how I urge

to scream it loud.

It’s 6pm.

Now is the perfect time

to wish I was there.

The empty side of your bed

where the moonlight shines through.

But as much as I think I know you,

I can’t speak for you;

so in the silence of my prayers,

I wish the next text between us

is from someone other than me.

[k00ps]

6 Hours Apart

It’s 6am

where I am, alone and undone

amongst my unheard good mornings.

Is it true the streets are dangerous?

That the parents shelter the children

from what lurks through the alleys,

from what says hello

from right next door? Its true,

worry has a way of connecting

those even across the seas.

It’s 12pm,

surely you napped,

phone on the counter

between the spaces of what to do

and what’s yet to be done.

“Do not disturb” taunts

the urge to talk to you anyway;

Announcing the grief

of our daily conversations.

Oh, how I urge

to scream it loud.

It’s 6pm.

Now is the perfect time

to wish I was there.

The empty side of your bed

where the moonlight shines through.

But as much as I think I know you,

I can’t speak for you;

so in the silence of my prayers,

I wish the next text between us

is from someone other than me.

[paper-wounds]

“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis

[heywriters]

Once again, you can be an English major. a seasoned journalist. an established author. a famed literary critic...and you will still scratch your head over the junk that makes it big. Public opinion has no worth. Just write what you want.

"But I don't want to share something that isn't perfect" why not? everyone else does.

[captainkirkk]

What they don't tell you about writing is that as you write, you discover scenes and entire plots that you hadn't accounted for that need to be written. So you can spend two hours writing and editing only to realise you're further away from the finish line than you thought you were when you started

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

She is the poem - June Bates