Personally I wouldn't mind if you you talked about your fics here. More for me to read.
Oh cool!
I’m glad lol. I do have a lot of stuff in the works rn and I like to talk about what I’m doing.
I’ll post some stuff soon then!
-MI

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Personally I wouldn't mind if you you talked about your fics here. More for me to read.
Oh cool!
I’m glad lol. I do have a lot of stuff in the works rn and I like to talk about what I’m doing.
I’ll post some stuff soon then!
-MI
LANE BEING DEAN’S SCIENCE PARTNER AND RORY WALKING IN NOOOOOO
Fast reblog and mistakenly fast inboxed the post to some random account. Blekh
that awkward moment when you might have an attraction to one of your group chat members :/
Never go to Kroger at 7pm on a Friday night
So you already know what the moral of the story is, but let’s talk about the details. Today I decided I wanted to use my spare time to do something other than sit on the couch and do literally nothing, so I went to Kroger to get a few things on my list.
It started off as a normal trip, until I saw a older man riding his bike in the middle of middlebelt rd wearing short maroon colored shorts, a plaid short sleeve shirt, a black beret and a thick black mustache. I’m thinking….uhh okay do you man. And I continue my drive.
I get to Kroger which also starts off as a normal trip, until about 2 minutes into the produce department I start to notice that I’m pretty sure I’m being stared at by a particular different older man along with what seems like everybody also staring at me tbh. Lets just say I was feeling a little paranoid and leave it at that. So I get my shit, move on to the meat section without issues then try to make my way to get some ravioli and spaghettios because I have the palate of a 9 year old. Anyways, particular different old man I referenced earlier appears again and is still staring at me. He goes to aisle 1, where the Chef Boyardee lives. So, already feeling like he’s staring at me too much, I start to feel like I’m Being Followed.
I go to aisle 2 instead, an aisle with pretty much nothing I actually need, and I go to just take a look at aisle 1 and find that the guy is gone so I should be clear.
NOPE. CREEPY GUY APPEARS AGAIN.
I’m like shit, this guy really is following me. So I keep my head looking at the shelves trying to ignore it all. Creepy old guy decides that will not suffice, so he proceeds to say to me “You just have such a bouncy pep in your step, you look 15, so adorable. Don’t ever lose that”.
Excuse me what? I don’t even need to explain how uncomfortable that made me feel.
Then he walks to check out. He didn’t fucking need anything in aisle 1. So I’m sitting here like wtf, trying to reflect on wtf just happened while constantly checking my shoulder, just in case. Then I hear some guy talking to this woman about spaghetti sauce. I hear the word spaghetti so obviously my ears perk up and I listen in. Guy starts talking about this shitty pasta sauce and the woman, in a thick accent, says “how could any spaghetti sauce be bad” and I’m thinking what kind, I don’t want to get that kind, then he says “it’s not your fault, it was runny and I like it meaty”. MOTHER FUCKER WAS TALKING ABOUT HER SAUCE. Like bitch listen, you’re lucky you got dinner. I was also 100% sure that this was a neck beard and that was his mail order wife, and never truly seeing a mail order wife besides OITNB and Melaina Trump, I was flabbergasted.
For a quick visit to the grocery store that lasted no more than 15 minutes, it sure taught me a lot, but one thing in particular:
Never go to Kroger at 7pm on a Friday night
am i jealous of the girl my boyfriend is becoming good friends with for having his attention or am i jealous of my boyfriend for a) making friends and being social and b) specifically with this very cool & smart & nice & pretty girl with whom i would also like to be friends
A lot of writers complain about writing dialogue and I cannot relate at a l l I freaking love writing dialogue. When characters have chemistry there's nothing more fun to me. I used to force never write dialogue and focus on descriptions and now I've switched. I have to constantly remind myself to write something /besides/ dialogue. What makes it awkward is that I have 0 idea if I'm actually good at it.