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17. she/her. just some writing shit.

[wordfather]

a.k.a. you may find your work Bad and Cringy™️ but you wrote something and that’s a Good Thing™️.

All writing is good practice and progresses you as a writer.

[knifefightscene]

@ cinema employees if any marvel stan is rude to you in the next few days just tell them who dies

[dearbisexual]

me: oh this? *waves a giant stick around* this is my “protecting bi women who used to id as lesbians” stick

[pentagleam]

me: oh, this?? *waves a giant stick around* this is my “protecting lesbians who used to id as bi women” stick

[the-official-nasa]

dual wield

[wmccullagh-deactivated20220113]

[dearbisexual]

u are one of the very few ppl with valid additions to this post, thank u

[cottonpadenthusiast]

Seasons

Sirius Black was Autumn.

He was the sharp wind that whipped across Remus’ cheeks and the hugs that surrounded Remus after a summer of solitude. He was the smell of pumpkin pie and broom polish and badly made tea that was handed to Remus with a small smile. He was the falling of leaves, the inevitability of it reminding Remus of his own falling for the Black boy. Sirius was in the warmth of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, it’s light banishing the shadows nearby and leaving only a glowing heat that Remus basked in. The licks of the flame were gentle, lingering touches that whispered of something more, something unknown that almost frightened Remus. Yet, he always found himself reaching out. Sirius Black was Autumn and Remus felt like a leaf that never reached the ground.

Sirius Black was Winter.

He was the ripping wind and the blankness of the landscape. He was the death of the flowers and the harsh, numbing cold that clawed at your bones. Sirius Black was the taste of regret. The taste of a drunken late night kiss that had changed everything and left nothing but raw pain on Remus’ lips. Sirius’ glances were ice and Remus was frozen, unsure whether to reach out and apologise for his mistake or crawl into hibernation. Remus yearned for a little warmth to thaw the cold. He was unprepared when it came, in the form of a star and a moon locket on Christmas Eve, along with the note I regret nothing other than not kissing you longer, SB x

Sirius Black was Spring.

He was daybreak and hope and joy and everything that Remus had once thought lost, now found. He was the bloom of the tulips and the glow of the morning sun. He was kissing, for hours on end on the freshly cut grass, until Remus’ mouth was sore while his heart soared like the birds in the skies above. Laughing into each other’s mouths and weaving flowers into strands of hair filled their days, while dreams of their future together filled their nights. Remus felt like he had captured pure happiness in the palm of his hand and was never willing to let go. 

Sirius Black was Summer.

He was the sun, with no clouds to hide its intensity. He was humid, heavy heat and the beads of sweat that slide down Remus’ back each night they were alone in their dorm and the whispered I love you’s in between breathy moans. He was the tangling of limbs of a morning-after and the gentle, caring touches that somehow spoke more of love than the passion of the night before. He was the days of freedom in James’ backyard and the raging bonfire that they lit on a drunken evening, screaming old songs and falling into each other. He was the ice cold water on a sweltering day, and the shade that hid Remus from the sun’s piercing rays. Sirius Black was relief and passion and love, all wrapped up in a pair of grey eyes and long black hair. He was all the seasons in one. And Remus could make a home in every one.

~~~

Remus Lupin was Winter.

The whispers of a summer that once sang in him where all that was left in his frozen wasteland. He was empty, nothing. Emotions that had once coloured his heart had been burnt out long ago and now all that was left was an expanse of pain that even Remus could not see the end of. Betrayal, it seemed, left nothing in its wake. The only glimpses of summer offered to Remus were in the smile that looked painfully like a father and the eyes that were identical to a mother. Harry Potter did not know him, but Remus found a familiarity in all his expressions that it almost killed him to watch the boy talk with his friends, his smirk just as lopsided as James’. Remus found reminders of his school days in every corridor and every alcove, but they were nearly always of him. The traitor. The boy who Remus had loved and the man who had destroyed his life. Remus Lupin was frozen in this loneliness because the boy of all seasons had taken them all, but left the cold, harsh emptiness of an eternal winter.

Sirius Black was back.

He had returned, seeking vengeance and proving innocence, and Remus now knew the truth. He had been betrayed, but not by the friend he had thought all these years. Sirius Black had been innocent and Remus had not seen it. He had been blind. The man with tattoos and scars that were new to Remus yet with eyes and smiles that Remus knew by heart had been living in his little cottage for the past six weeks. He was no longer dangerously thin and dirty, yet still slumped under the weight of a burden Remus could not see. Apologies and talks had been done and said yet Remus still could not find complete comfort in their silences, so he did what this boy had done for him all those years before. He reached out. Slowly, he placed a hand on Sirius’ own, fearing rejection and anger, but the hand was permitted to remain. Then it was gripped by shaking fingers and brought to a pair of lips. Then Remus’ fingers were replaced by his lips. And they were kissing. Their tears fell and their souls trembled, yet they kissed. 

Remus felt the winter inside him thaw, and for the first time in twelve years, spring bloomed.

[potter-ing]

this is so cute oh my god,,,like tragic but,,cute

[cal-york]

I don’t think anything will ever be as funny as the very first time you see quirrell walk onstage in a very potter musical and it’s very obvious that it’s two people walking back to back

[potter-ing]

I closed my eyes and clicked a random letter, wrote down the first word that came to mind starting with that letter and wrote something quick with it

S-sleep

- my dad signed me up for a writing course and it starts tomorrow and I'm so stressed and nervous so I wanted to do a quick writing exercise to feel like slightly prepared so here

Keith hadn't even fully moved into hus new place but he completely loved the it. His aapartment complex was quiet and he hadn't had any awkward run ins with any of his neighbours yet, life was going as perfectly as it could be.

He had a big interview at the Garrison tomorrow, and was sure he'd ace it. The job was practically his. All he had to do now was sleep. Which wasn't actually as easy as one would think, given that his neighbour was blaring early 00s hits. As fucking loud as possible. Keith tried, he really tried. But blocking out the horrible singing as well as every GaGa song ever made was damn near impossible. He hadn't had any problems in this building so far and really didn't want to have to start one but for gods sake it was 1 am and hearing some clearly out of his mind grown man singing Born this way really wasn't on his to do list. Next thing he knew he was stood outside his neighbour's door, banging loudly, trying not to scream out of frustration. Sleep is important and missing out on it is not okay, especially when its some dickwad from next door's fault.

He almost fell into the apartment when the door was yanked open by some guy in a unicorn onesie. Who, although clearly crying, was the hottest guy Keith had ever seen, the hair, the eyes, the fucking smile. He was so royally fucked.

"Hey, I uh, can you, maybe, uhh turn down the, fuck are you alright?"

"Is my music too loud? I'm sorry, I'm not nornally like this but GaGa helps with everything and I uh, yeah I'm sorry, I'll turn it down now." Alright well fuck, Keith couldn't feel like more of a dick right now.

"Are you sure you're okay? We can talk if you want, I haven't got any GaGa but I do have vodka. And cookies" The interview could suck it at this point. Anything Keith could do to get this gorgeous gift from god to stop crying he'd do.

"I, really? Yeah actually that'd be great. I'm Lance, god this is the worst first impression ever. I mean, not on your end." He gestured around all of Keith and only then did he realise he was in nothing but his boxers. And now had the reddest cheeks imaginable.

[potter-ing]

okay so I haven't written anything decent enough to put up so forget that last post from like 2 months ago when I was like yeah I have some new stuff!! bUT I'm doing a writing course for the next few days and am seriously gonna get my shit together,,,so like uhhh idk I'm gonna write some cute stuff and post it?? and would love some feedback?? even if it's just thats shit

[potter-ing]

yeah so I haven't done any decent writing in a while because my brain hates me bUT I'm hopefully gonna post something soon that I actually thing is alright,,,, some of that gay regulus black shit,,,,, so keep an eye out and hope that I get off my arse and do some writing

[naescar]

don’t you think it’s time for a wlw high school romatic comedy now, netflix?

[lesbiantahani]

i think it’s just really sexy of women when they like. exist

[ohnomarvel]

Me writing fanfiction: Thank you for reading! I’ll post the next chapter soon!

[noblecrumpet-dorkvision]

Worldbuilding: Religions

Religions have many different aspects that should at least be given thought if not careful consideration. Use these to guide your creative process when developing new religions and deities.

Key Aspects

Deity/Pantheon: Your religion does not need to necessarily have a deity, and it can even have an entire pantheon. I would venture that while a trained priest might perhaps specialize in one deity, a religion can have many.

Dogma: What are the principles and teachings of your religion? What does the deity implore of their worshippers? What is and isn’t allowed? What are the ethics of the religion? Why must we follow these principles?

Symbols: As important as the religion’s dogma are its symbols. How is your religion recognized on flags, tabards, armor, weapons, artwork, and holy symbols? Does your religion have a holy color or color scheme that they could use for their priestly robes?

Temples: Where are the religion’s places of worship? They could be secluded and secret or in/near cities. What do they look like? Are they merely household shrines or grand cathedrals? Do they have any distinguishing features?

Religious Practices

Rites and Rituals: What sorts of special ceremonies do the clerics of your religion practice? Are there any special material components that have meaning for the religion, deity, and ceremony? How long do ceremonies take and what is supposed to come from them? Rituals always serve a purpose, even if that purpose is merely affirming your faith. Rituals are useful as story elements as well as for players to perform.

Affirming Faith: telling your god you’re there and in prayer. It can be as simple as a daily prayer or weekly ceremony or more in-depth like a monthly or yearly ritual.

Proving Devotion: proving your faith to your god, usually meant for those who might be in doubt or who have wavered.

Initiation: rituals for new members to the religion.

Induction: rituals for new clergy members or clergy moving up in hierarchy.

Satiation: your deity demands sacrifice of something valuable to you or to it.

Boon/Blessing: the ritual seeks something of your deity, perhaps a bountiful harvest or victory in battle.

Magic: a ritual might be held to cast certain spells or perhaps to increase the power or scope of a spell. These can also be used in creation of magic items.

Healing: rituals for performing healing magic.

Funerals: ceremonies for the dead.

Marriage: ceremonies for binding individuals together spiritually

Holy Days: Often rituals can coincide with special days or times of the year. Holy days can be predicted and often signify important seasonal or historic events. Harvest, springtime, solstice, and equinox holy days are common, as are those commemorating the deaths of martyrs or important dates in the religion’s history.

Myths/Legends: Are there any stories or parables that your religion teaches? What stories of the gods do they tell? Do they have any specific myths relating to things like the creation of the world, the creation of elements, the invention of everyday things, or perhaps the invention of morality?

Prayers/Sayings: To help you roleplay priests of this religion, you can come up with some common greetings, farewells, and blessings that might be associated with the religion. “Pelor shines upon you” and whatnot.

People

Titles/Hierarchy: What are the ranks of the clergy and do they have any special titles? Are there any notable NPCs in the religion’s hierarchy? For instance, those that worship Mammon, the archdevil of greed are often called Covetors.

Clergy: Do the clergy perform any services for the rest of the population? Usually this involves healing or holding ceremonies, but they could have a broader scope in a theocracy or a narrower scope if secluded or unpopular. What do the clergy look like and wear? Do they favor certain classes other than clerics?

Worshippers: What sort of people are drawn to the religion? Are there certain races, classes, or kingdoms that worship them? What convinces them to follow the religion’s dogma? Is it out of fear, necessity, protection, comfort, or prosperity?

Relations: Does this religion have allies or enemies? These could either be allied or rival churches, deities, or religions. Furthermore, certain kingdoms or people could ally with or oppose the religion. Think of how each faction and religion in your world sees this religion.

Culture

Art: How does your religion express itself? Define your religion’s art, architecture, fashion, and songs and how they compare to other religions and cultures.

Relics: What sorts of holy relics belong to your religion? These can be body parts or objects belonging to important martyrs or high priests or heroes that champion the religion. These might be kept in temples or may have been lost to time. Perhaps some are magic items being used by chosen (or unscrupulous) adventurers.

[lesbiannshit]

If you don’t like seeing gay shit maybe you should invest in going blind

[dimensionhoppingrose]

You know what’s really disturbing to me? The culture that seems to have sprung up around fanfiction. Writers spend weeks and months working on a story – I think my record is six months on A Place For Us To Dream. And so many times readers expect to just be given a chapter even if they don’t give anything to the writer in return.

I’m going to date myself a bit here, but I’ve been reading/writing fanfiction for ten years. And when I first started it was a wonderful community. There was an unspoken rule – if you read/enjoyed it, you review it. You take thirty seconds to tell an author who probably spent anywhere from three days to a week writing that chapter you just enjoyed to tell them you enjoyed it. Even if it was as simple as “Great chapter, can’t wait to see what happens next!”

Writers spend so much time on stories, and then they post it because they have this thing that they’ve invested so many hours into and they want to share it with the world. They know how they feel about the story, and they want to know how other people feel, what other people think.

And when you read it and don’t review, you know what message you’re sending that author? That they’re not worth your time, or you didn’t enjoy their story. So why should they keep posting it? Yeah they might continue working on it in their own time, for their own enjoyment, but you might never see another chapter again because you couldn’t be bothered to take thirty seconds out of your day to tell them how you feel.

I’ve written stories in eight different fandoms, ranging from very small to very big (I’ll openly admit I wrote Twilight fanfiction once. Once. It was an Alice/Jasper story and haters can hate all they want but I’m still proud of it). I took a break for a few years because I fell out of fandoms during college, and when I came back apparently it’d become the norm to just greedily consume writing without telling writers how you feel. And that is one of the saddest things in the world to me because fanfiction is where I really started getting serious about writing. It’s how I’ve honed by skills and become the writer I am today. And that was largely in part because of all the support I got when I was an itty-bitty thirteen-year-old writing crappy W.I.T.C.H. fanfiction.

Everyone keeps saying “reviews don’t matter, you should just write for yourself.” Well, you’re wrong. Reviews make or break fanfiction. Reviews tell writers whether it’s worth their time to continue posting that story online or whether they should keep it on their hard drives and never share it with the world.

Kill the attitude that reviews don’t matter. Start telling writers you like their stories. And if you don’t, if you all just continue to be invisible readers? Don’t be surprised when that writer disappears.

[theroyalwords]

This times 10,000. If you read something you like, speak up and tell them. You’d want the same done for you!

[potter-ing]

jily modern au

- I was trying to read in the park and your stray football fucking knocked me unconscious.

This didn’t turn out nearly as angry as the prompt makes it sound but sure look it.

Lily has routines, she has certain things she does on certain days and life’s good like that, it flows.

She has classes four days a week and work five, her and Remus do lunch dates on Wednesdays after her weekly park bench read and before her 2pm lecture, they have a game night with Alice and Frank every Friday and she goes back to her parents house every second Sunday for tea.

Sure it could seems boring doing the same things all the time, and sometimes it is, especially with her little free time. But it works and she likes that it works. Of course having spontaneous moments is fun, and she still has plenty, but having a structure to her life brings her a sense of freedom she hadn’t expected, deciding what she’s gonna do and planning it empowers her in a way winging it just doesn’t. Sometimes though, spontaneity makes it’s way into her routine.

Like now, where instead of reading on her favourite park bench in her favourite park, waiting on remus to finish work so they can get lunch and chat shit, she’s lying with her face smushed into the ground. Grass and muck already leaving an imprint on her cheek. Green and brown staining her palms.

She distantly hears someone cursing as she’s turning over. She’s still sitting on the bench, but flat on the ground. A hand pops out in front of her and she instinctively grabs it, gets pulled up into a firm chest and trips up, almost knocks them both over but is steadied by the firm hands that helped her up. She looks up and all she can think is fuck, he’s gorgeous. Because of course he is. She meets the most attractive human being in the history of humankind when she’s just been knocked on the floor, grass in her hair and on her face. Of fucking course.

Lily blinks up at him slowly and manages a “huh?” before he’s got his phone out and is going on about calling an ambulance, just in case she’s brain damaged. It’s kinda cute, meaning really fucking cute, how frazzled he seems. But she really doesn’t need an ambulance and hearing the word wakes her from her daze.“No, it’s fine. I really don’t need one. Seriously.” She adds the seriously in when he looks at her all unsure, concerned and adorable but after hearing her say it he just smiles an almost laugh and says, “If you say so, but I at least need to make sure you’re alright then. And if you’re not too mad, bring you out for dinner. As an apology for almost killing you.”

“An apology for almosy killing me?! What’re you on about?” She asks it while rubbing grass off her face and clothes and really, she’s not always this much of a mess in front of cute boys.

“Hitting you.” He says, “with my football, it’s, eh, why you got knocked back, I was just mucking about with my mate over there and kicked it a bit far off. And a bit hard.” She looks over to where he’s pointing, sees a man with long hair lying on the grass with a football by his side and a dog on his stomach and says, “yeah it’s a bit far off alright.”

He blushes at that and you can barely see it under his dark skin but she’s really fucking close and when he chuckles she can picture herself describing it all to Remus later, how she can almost feel the vibrations from it through the ground and how his face crinkles when he’s smiling after laughing. She can also picture Remus making fun of her for it but that would happen no matter what she said.

“Yeah well, I might’ve been a bit distracted.” he says it like Lily should know what he’s talking about. She doesn’t.He bends down and picks her book up off the floor, flicking through it he says, “We Should All Be Feminists? I’ve been meaning to read that after seeing the TED talk, how is it?” He hands the book to her and when their hands brush Lily truly hates how affected she is, she can feel a blush rising and really hopes the bits of grass still on her face cover it.“I was expecting it to just be the TED talk in print honestly, but it actually goes alot more in depth into why we should be feminists now and how important it is, it’s pretty fucking great.” She would normally go on and on about the books she’s reading but she suddenly remembers she should be meeting up with Remus soon, she goes to say goodbye when he starts talking again.

“So dinner then? as a sorry for almost killing you.” His smile is one he clearly knows is charming but she can still see that he’s nervous. She says yes, of course, and they swap numbers so they can sort something out later on. When he’s walking away his friend looks up, waves at Lily, all dramatic and cheeky, and laughs at him. She turns around, picks her bag up off the bench and thinks, Remus will love this.

It’s not until she’s on her way to see Remus that she realises she never got football boy’s name, she pulls out her phone and checks her recently added contacts and at the very top of the list is

💕The Love of my Life, James Potter💕

She can’t help but both laugh and blush and be annoyed at herself for both.

[potter-ing]

I added a bit more onto this if y'all wanna read it.

[potter-ing]

I haven't got the time to write something proper for my jily fic rn so here's a lil bit I wrote a few days ago.

The knees of Lily's jeans were stained green, her cheeks had flecks of muck on them and she had a red mark all over her forehead but the smile on her face was blinding. Remus was ready for her to ramble on and on about whatever book she was reading, that's what he planned on doing and he knew she'd feel the same, but when she walks right up to their table, throws herself on the seat across from him dramatically and says she just met the love of her life, he just sighs with an "alright get on with it".

He's used to her declarations of love for strangers, whether it be the pretty girl she saw at the opposite side of the tube stop or the cute cashiers at shops she'll go into once but this time she seems different, which unnerves Remus more than he'd like to admit. She tells him the story without a single interruption until she mentions the name and he has his phone out immediately.

"What're you doing? Remus, I met the love of my life and you're gonna fucking ignore-

"What was the last name? Porter?"

"What? Potter, why?"

"Because I'm nosy and if he lives close it shouldn't be hard to find him online" Lily can't even bring herself to be surprised at him anymore honestly.

"James Potter, 20, Trouble maker and married to @seriouslysirius. Who is, I mean, I'm sorry Lils but this bloke is on different levels of gorgeous. Jesus Christ." She snatches the phone out of his hands and scrolls through Sirius' Instagram, even the stupid, blurry photos go with his aesthetic and she can't help but feel kind of jealous.

"No, he's the one who was at the park with James, with the dog. James pointed over and said they were mates, it's probably a joke about how close they are." She can see it in their pictures together, there's love there, anyone could see it. But it's not romantic, its something else, more than family. Which is what James says when they're texting that night and she mentions her best friend was insta-stalking him.

[ukulelekatie]

hooray