#im accepting it

[daftpatience]

overhauling my oldest oc bwcause i realized i needed it to be way sexier YESTERDAY

[swords-n-style]

every dave.

[soukeyed]

no productivity just me drawing the same character in the same style for 3 months straight

[spiralboi]

Listen up Torchwood peeps, i got a new headcannon for y’all.

In Adam, when Owen’s personality changes, aka when he becomes more openly kind and compassionate, he wears glasses. Yet when he’s the Owen we know and love (and sometimes hate), he doesn’t wear glasses. 

Conclusion: Owen is always low-key pissed off because he can’t fucking see

[linogram]

im not feeling happier, just beginning to feel acceptance

[jackedspicer]

definitely not putting on my future job resume i was infatuated with harold total drama at age 16

[obnoxiouslylongandboring]

A Confession about Writing

Sometimes I feel that my writing will never be good enough for my own standards. I want to be the next Neil Gaiman, the next Stephen King, the next best-selling writer.

When I read fanfics that others have written and posted on AO3, that are SO incredibly good, there's this sense of moroseness that comes over me, the fear of what if they're younger than me but are already leagues above me?

When I read works from people my age, it always amazes me how beautiful their writing is, how I can never replicate their imagination or their style. Then I have this odd feeling - it's almost as if you're standing on the balcony and the cold night air is blowing over you, there are white lights and unfinished concrete condominiums spread out across your view, and the entire world is silent and unmoving, and there are neither moons nor stars in the sky.

When I see a writer with enormous passion - that terrifies me. That's intimidating to me. Because what if I run out of steam before they do? What if for every thousand words that I write, they can write three thousand more? What if they get to live my dream before I do?

Whoever is reading this, and has ever felt the same way...

Show your fellow writers some love! Even if their stories seem like a thousand-meter wall you can never scale... or a lone flag on a faraway planet out of your orbit. Because your story, the one you think looks like a small patch of wilted daisies, is that shimmering heat-mirage in someone else's desert, that untouchable bloom in the midst of radioactive nuclear waste. Your story may not appear so, but trust me, to someone out there, it is colossal. It is unimaginable. It is a deity.

Who knows if I'll ever reach the likes of Stephen King, of Neil Gaiman? I feel foolish, even now. "Oh I'm just a regular 'ol person writing silly fanfiction, how can I ever elevate myself?" But to hell with all that shit talk. I will write my own stories. I will write the stories of everything else. And I'll live pursuing this craft.

[timelessentity]

this night may be just a bit messy for me

i just had a clif bar as my lunch/dinner since i haven’t had real food since 730 a and a couple chocolates during a morning meeting

now i think i’m going drinking

rip

why am i like this