Jules of Nature
$LAYYYTER
Monterey Bay Aquarium
No title available
Misplaced Lens Cap
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Game of Thrones Daily
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Cosmic Funnies
gracie abrams
Product Placement
No title available
shark vs the universe
Interview Vampire Daily
hello vonnie
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
No title available
Doug Jones
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from Belarus
seen from Argentina
seen from Ireland
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Philippines
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
@lunarwagi24
Overlock Stitch by @clothes_reetzy
Damn, that's useful
Finally a hand sewing tutorial on a hemline that isn't just the ladder stitch! the ladder stitch disappears when you tighten it, but it's not meant for hemlines because it breaks really easily! The overlock stitch is more stable, so it holds much longer, and it won't pucker or warp the fabric!
jesus christ i have to actually draw in order for me to be drawing again
⸻{ Eye Banner for lovely Mobian OC, Minthe ♥ ; for @covens-burrow 🌒🌕🌘 }
Being obsessed with your own ocs is so so good for you i seriously can't recommend it enough
The only downside is that you have to do Everything around here
Signs You’re Over-Explaining
Everyone wants their writing to be understood. But if your reader can understand something without you spelling it out... trust them.
Here are some red flags:
1. You restate the same emotion twice.
“She was furious. Her face burned with anger.”
Just pick one. Let it land.
2. You explain the subtext right after the dialogue.
“I’m fine,” she said. She was clearly not fine.
If the scene already shows she’s not fine, delete the explanation.
3. You translate body language into a thesis.
“He crossed his arms defensively.”
Sometimes just: “He crossed his arms.”
Let readers interpret.
4. You clarify motives that were already implied.
“He hesitated because he was afraid of rejection.”
If we just watched him hover outside her door for three paragraphs... we get it.
Mystery is not confusion. It is tension. You are allowed to let readers sit in uncertainty.
A good test:
Delete the explanatory sentence. If the scene still makes sense, it did not need it.
Trust your audience. They are smarter than your anxiety thinks they are.
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
It has been 600000 years since I last updated my blog about writing. I've been through a lot in the time I've been quite and I don't currently have a project I'm working on.
Right now I'm in the throes of autism burnout and while I do want to get back into writing-- my job has not permitted me the time to do so. They actively despise when I write or draw at work so I can't do shit. But once my partner gets on disability I'm leaving my job, or I am going to go on leave until she gets disability. My health has not been the best, but once I'm around all the time I can't wait to work on writing. I'm either going to work on fanfiction, or I'm going to work on two other WIPS instead of Hero King.
I find it hard to keep people updated or just document my writing. Sorry to anyone that wants to hear about my WIPS. I am just a guy with adhd and forgetting things exist-
I have been working on something like a 'lit rpg' book because I'm a huge sucker for those Korean or Chinese "gate" or "dungeon" graphics. or just fantasy world has an rpg system.
Well I haven't really been working on Hero's King anymore; though I still love the idea I don't think I have the skill level to make it right now but I have plenty of other ideas that have come up! I've had a cool scifi idea that you could relate to identity issues and building your own identity or something like that. I dunno I'll be honest I don't really think about the moral of some of my stories I just think oooo cool idea eyes emoji
I also have a cool uhhh I dunno what to call it, mock non fiction? Like it's a fantasy book, but it's written in a way as if it was a non fiction book? It's essentially a compendium of someone's research in a fantasy world. It'll have lil drawings and all that and I'm p hype about it.
I've also wanted to work on an ancient idea I've had but never got around to doing. Thinking about the original version and reworked version. I reworked the original idea because I couldn't figure out how to make it work- it's something I have trouble with quite often where I have cool ideas but dunno how to make the puzzle fit.
And finally, I've got an idea for a mech book cause I realized that I CAN in fact write about mechs. The two things I love more than anything. Dragons and mechs. I bet that'll be what I'm known for.
It sounds really funny. MAYBEI SHOULD WRITE ABOUT MECHS FIGHTING DRAGONS OR MECHS AS DRAGONS OH GOD THAT SOUNDS GOOD.
I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life
me designing OCs: "okay this one's a monster because she was born that way and doesn't know any other way to be. and this one's a monster because of circumstances out of his control and a lack of skills with which to cope. and this one's a monster because of her blind dedication to an unjust cause. and this one's a monster because she was complacent to a loved one's suffering. and th
annoying disability tropes in media
hey kids this idea needs some more nuance
"I have all this cool, complicated wordbuilding I want to use, but I don't want to slow the narrative to a crawl by constantly stopping to explain stuff" so just don't. Use made-up words without defining them. Let things pass without comment. Have the narrative voice remark on exceptions to the setting's norms without ever explicitly establishing what those norms are. Treat it like you're writing the fourth book in a series and the reader already knows all this shit, and if they can't figure it out from context, fuck 'em.
"But if I don't explain it in exhaustive detail I'll die" that is literally what the tie-in tabletop RPG is for.
take it.
THIS IS A FREE DOWNLOADABLE PDF OF THE BOOK BTW you don't have to pay for it!!
link above broken. got another here. 1. Download the zip 2. Extract 3. Password: Tumblrina (my wife suggested it :3) lemme know if it breaks again.
For trans activism to move forward you have GOT to learn to accept that not everybody who uses She/Her pronouns is going to be some short, white, skinny, passing person.
You’ve got to accept that there are tall, hairy, and fat trans women who “havent done anything” and still deserve to be fucking gendered correctly.
I’m sorry you had to hear this from me, but not everybody is going to appeal to your UwU soft trans catgirl sensibilities.
You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.
The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.
It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”
People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”
“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “
“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”
That was true. I do bite.
Keep reading
sorry couldnt stop thinking abt this
