ramblings of a writer

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[parttwoactuallywrites]

It’s a huge shame, but for the last few years, I haven’t loved writing like I used to.

I started taking it more seriously, working on my own original projects, and tbh, being the way that I am, I really do tend towards being overly critical. When it comes to anything I do even somewhat seriously, I am the meanest critic on planet Earth. I hope that one day I can get over this but it’s really been ruining writing for me. 

I’ve been trying to do something to kickstart me again on writing well and truly--that, incidentally, is what the username is for, this was my “second shot” at writing. Third time’s the charm, I guess. 

I’m not really committing myself to this, really, because honestly college has taken a lot out of me and my mental health has never been great, but in an effort to get my inner critic to shut the fuck up, I’m gonna try to post… Just a whole bunch of fic over the next coming weeks/months. I’m still working on original projects, too, but I really do miss fic. I miss the space it took up as like, the homeland for my wild ideas. But I consume less and less popular media the less time I have, and so I get in these weird ruts, so I’m both running out of material to inspire me in my original projects and running out of things to write fic for.

This is a rant for another day, but sometimes I really do worry I’m no longer consuming anything of value, I’m just... Consuming content.

I don’t really know. I just want to love writing like how I used to. My hope is that over the next couple weeks/months, I write fic that’s more or less without thought. As in, I post whatever I write, no matter how short, no matter how long.

I wanna try to clear out my drafts. There’s, I shit you not, more than TWO GIGS worth of writing that I just haven't finished and posted. Hundreds of thousands of words. 

I don’t want to plan things till they die. I don’t want to edit them into oblivion and never post them. I don’t want to let stuff rot in my google drive as soon as they’re done because I’m being so critical of them that I can’t even edit them without getting all… Weird about it. 

This sounds dramatic,and I guess it sort of is, but I don't know. I’ve felt this way for a long while. If I don’t find my love in it again, I think I’ll take a break. A real, proper, long break.  Not one where I write and leave things in my drafts, not one where I constantly Think About writing things but never do. I just stop properly for a little while and hopefully figure myself out in the meantime. 

Wish me luck. Heaven knows I need it.

[valtsv]

not as bad as writer's block, but still pretty bad: when you have an idea you're excited to get out of your head but you can only write it really really really slowly

[valtsv]

writer's traffic jam

[parttwoactuallywrites]

i don't think i can explain to u the psychic damage involved in teaching my 23 year old roommate how to use a comma

[two-flying-fucks]

i’m the 23 yr old roommate :(

[parttwoactuallywrites]

"That's petrifying. I've posted something that's petrifying." -two-flying-fucks 2k22

[parttwoactuallywrites]

i don't think i can explain to u the psychic damage involved in teaching my 23 year old roommate how to use a comma

[expertpedestrian]

the wife and I maintain that data naming his cat “spot” is yet more evidence of his deep vein of ironic humour

literally everything data does that isn’t mission-critical is on like three levels of irony

[expertpedestrian]

the reasoning:

a logical choice would be to pick a name for his cat that represents either the statistically most popular cat name chosen by speakers of his native language (usually a human name like Oliver), or to follow the custom of taking the cat’s name from its fur pattern, like “socks” or “tiger” or “spot”

but data strives not just to become more human but to be an individual, and he respects individuality and uniqueness in others

giving his cat the most popular name would not be respecting the cat’s uniqueness

naming his cat after its fur pattern would be respecting its individuality but reflect none of his own

therefore data names his cat, who is orange with stripes, spot

there is absolutely no way he doesn’t think this is funny, in that 1000% deadpan way he expresses himself

[sew-birb]

There’s also an iconic, very well known set of children’s books in which Spot is a dog, not a cat.

Giving a cat a name typically associated with dogs is a lovely bit of irony.

[ayellowbirds]

repeated viewings as an adult have definitely convinced me either the writers were bing more clever than is usually assumed, or that Data turned out as a very different character from the creative intent. He’s funny, passionate, and deeply emotional. Just… not in neurotypical ways.

[null507]

I would also like to point out that a Spot is a small round marking and a point can also be a small round object. So by naming his cat Spot he made the cat a Data Point

[angelofthemornings-deactivated2]

While I was in inpatient the main group therapy guy (who looks weirdly like Mads Mikkelsen) asked me what I aimed to do with my writing and I said, "Make people suffer. Some good, cathartic suffering." Which I've struggled with recently because I felt like that was a kind of malicious goal (since, like my friend Dirk said once, I always need to do the math so that I = bad). And he was very pleased with that answer. He said that it was a good thing, that I was introducing children to suffering and the ways that people process suffering in a healthy space (since it's not real) and that makes children feel (and he pointed to the word "safe" on the whiteboard). He told me I was a suffering person who could reach out through my suffering to help others with theirs, and that was good, that was important, it was transformative, and I was protecting children.

I just sat there fighting back tears and quietly said "Oh...I never thought of it like that."

[shabnakh-adyr]

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

postcard c1910

I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

[rainbow-taishi]

Few of my fave creator gap moe

Reverse is appealing as well

[remanencedecay]

[idiot-riker]

thinking abt that episode of TOS where Sulu finds a gun on the ground and is like “sweet” and just takes it

[botticegli]

[trunksette]

what’s better is that this planet was supposed to manifest your greatest fantasy and while everyone else was imagining sex and power Sulu is just like 

[septicstank]

even better: this planet is actually supposed to manifest whatever you’re thinking about at that particular moment, meaning that sulu was just strolling around on vacation thinking about Gun

[plain-flavoured-english]

this is 150% consistent with That Episode where the ship flies through an insanity cloud that makes the crew have tearful meltdowns meanwhile Sulu is just runing shirtless through the hallways with a fencing foil

this man’s personality is 30% chilling with plants, 70% historical weapons and manic glee

[anumation]

The Legend of Zelda, reimagined as an ancient South Asian epic

[parttwoactuallywrites]



tumblr hasnt fixed my broken replies yet but clearly the solution is to just play it constantly in the bg and repeatedly until it sticks while you are doing things. become star trek. embody star trek. also u are not a bad writer and fic is for fun anyhow. gg ez next question

what i'm hearing is someone is condoning letting star trek consume my soul.

[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I forgot how I formatted these so I’m not bothering to keep it consistent rn.

Rating: Teen

Pairing: None

Characters: Dogmeat, Ian, Tycho, The Vault Dweller, and I guess a collection of OC’s

Summary: It wasn’t a big dog. In fact, quite the opposite, it was pretty damn small. It’s wiry brownish fur was falling out in patches, it’s skin scratched up and scarred. If Jesse had seen it out in the wasteland, he wouldn’t have been afraid. He might even feel pity for it.

But its muzzle was covered in blood, his friend’s blood.

[parttwoactuallywrites]

I wanna write star trek fic so bad because I’ve had like four ideas regarding data bouncing around in my head, but the last time I watched an episode of The Next Generation I was 12 or 13 and I do Not have the time to rewatch the entire show to get the details right

[parttwoactuallywrites]

Like. *slaps roof of data* this bad boy can fit SO MUCH projection in him and I have a fic idea that combines like four of my niche interest AND projection and like what do u want me to? Not want to write it?

But also what do you want me to do?? Do a bad job????

[parttwoactuallywrites]

I wanna write star trek fic so bad because I’ve had like four ideas regarding data bouncing around in my head, but the last time I watched an episode of The Next Generation I was 12 or 13 and I do Not have the time to rewatch the entire show to get the details right

[barbsart]

“If being human is not simply a matter of being born flesh and blood, if it is instead a way of thinking, acting and feeling, then I am hopeful that one day I will discover my own humanity. Until then, I will continue learning, changing, growing, and trying to become more than what I am.”

[parttwoactuallywrites]

Hewwo? Been a while. Hope you're doing OK.

I LIVE YET AGAIN AND AM NOW TWENTY ALSO