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Mi icon y header los dibujó mi mejor amiga. El header es un fanart de Jungkook y mi icon es un genderbender de mí

(La encuentran en Twitter como @/rachel02573775 )

When I say I read a lot, I’m not talking about books, I’m talking about fic but that’s between me, this hellsite, and ao3.

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Hey whats a piece of Media thats like objectively not good and you hate a lot of things about it but its like stuck in your brain for some reason. For me its tokyo ghoul

reddishtonks

El anime Orange. Terrible animación pero amo la historia.

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sariahsue

Enthusiasm

It’s been three weeks and two days since the reveal, and Marinette has come up with a perfect solution for the horde of Adrien’s fans currently chasing them: fake dating! But as soon as she introduces her parents to her new “boyfriend,” her plan falls to pieces. Rated G, 3,500 words.

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Adrien skidded around another corner, Marinette at his heels. He couldn’t imagine how she was still smiling as they ran, but she was, broad and bright, like they were racing across the rooftops to the nearest landmark, instead of running from a horde of his frothing fangirls. Their shrieks and screams echoed in his ears.

Marinette’s hair whipped behind her. The wind caught her laughter. Their arms pumped in unison.

And a stitch pounded painfully in his side. Even with the conditioning of basketball, fencing, and superheroing, he was getting winded. Shouldn’t the fans be tired by now? How were they keeping up?

This was the second time he’d been chased down like this. And just like last time, Marinette was with him.

They’d revealed their identities three weeks and two days ago, and she’d been glued to his side ever since. Mostly, it’d been great, though he wished he hadn’t dragged her into this, even though she didn’t seem to mind.

With a shout and a gleeful smile, Marinette knocked over a trash can as she ran, spilling garbage across the sidewalk behind them.

“Litter-ing, my lady?”

Her groan turned into a gasp for breath.

“It’ll slow them down,” she puffed out a few seconds later.

He wanted to tell her that it was a brilliant plan, sure to secure their safe escape, but he bit his tongue. It had been three weeks and two days since he had last flirted with her. Ladybug had always made it clear that she didn’t return his feelings, and Marinette was so far out of his league. He’d just push her away if he tried again. And much more than their personal relationship was at stake now. So instead he said, “Good idea. Got any others?”

“Sure. Get a girlfriend.”

Adrien tripped on a gash in the pavement but caught himself before crashing face-first into the street. “W-what?”

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pwesident

reblog if you’ve never used the braincell

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“You don’t understand” : [Part 1-1] , [Part 1-2] , [Part 2-1] , [Part 2-2], [Part 3-1] , [Part 3-2: here] , [Part 4-1: work in progress]

Part 3 is finally finished! Thank you for your patience and support, it means a lot to me!

(English is not my native language, so I’m sorry if there are any english mistakes.)

I've been lacking motivation this past days.

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

Veo que todos avanzan y yo parezco retroceder.

Llegué al punto de la carrera donde me doy cuenta que no soy buena y que probablemente debería dejarla pero ya voy más allá de la mitad y dejarla me da miedo.

Si quiera dejar por lo menos el semestre, es aterrador pensar que mis compañeros sigan adelante y yo no.

Y me siento como una desgracia.