Mar 23
My brain: jaf please for the love of God, work on one of your ongoing projects
Also my brain: okay but like what if I wrote a superbat fic?
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My brain: jaf please for the love of God, work on one of your ongoing projects
Also my brain: okay but like what if I wrote a superbat fic?
If you're a struggling creative (or have ever struggled in your process) this one's for you 💖
I had the honor of writing an advice column for @moonbrew-zines Ctrl+Zine!
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This blog has officially reached 400 followers!
Thank you to everyone who is here for my fanfics, my dumb MDZS rants, my sobbing over Sesskag, and the obsession over our one-man stan Jumin Han!
I couldn’t have gotten here today with out the supports of my beloveds @chierafied, @mrs-han, @anon-drabble, @reifromrfa, and @uri59. If it weren’t for them I probably would have no joke quit writing fanfiction a long time ago - but instead they encouraged me and stood-by as I grew my craft as a writer.
And thank you to everyone who sticks around despite all of my terrible shenanigans ♡
Takk fyrir lovelies!
I am not immune to that hockey show everyone is talking about 🙈
Getting back into creating feels comfortable and exciting 🥺💖
Everyone say thank you to Jin for the new album 😭😩
If i had a nickel for every time there was a white-haired half-demon who wore iconic red with identity issues, an evil brother, a sword and a gem with a portal to hell left to him by his dad, a magic necklace, and orphan problems... I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird it happened twice.
Anyways I finished DMC—
We were sitting in the living room, and you were seated in the loveseat that you shared with grandma. Everyone was off doing other things, and it was a rare moment that you and I were alone together.
There was an old western on, maybe Lonesome Dove.
"How is the writing, mija?" You had asked, leaning in as your hearing aids whirred and whistled with feedback.
"Oh, it's...going okay," you had once told me you were so proud of me. And I didn't have the courage to explain how I had entered such a big slump after college. How I couldn't bring myself to sink into the world of creating. I couldn't disappoint you like that.
You hummed and nodded, I'm not quite sure you understood me.
Our English-to Spanish-to English again conversations were always so hard on you in the last few years. But grandma saved us from the awkwardness of the language barrier, I think. She burst into the room, drying a dish.
"What're you watching??? Oh Lonesome Dove, how nice! You know your grandpa loves cowboys. Isn't that right, Oney?" She asked loudly, so you can hear.
Your smile was crooked but there's this boyish grin and a small twinkle in your eyes.
"Tu gustas los vaqueros, grandpa?" I had asked a little bit surprised.
You nod, tilting a little to the side, understanding my words faster in Spanish. "Oh yeah. We used to listen to the cowboy stories on the radio."
"On the radio?"
"Different stories about all sorts of things," you explained. "There were voices and a narrator. But I liked the cowboy stories the best."
...
I think that stuck with me, even to now. Stories told through many voices, and even a narrator, about a cowboy, riding off into the sunset.
Thank you, grandpa.