#my koala

[newliveries]

OSCAR POLE OH MY GOOOOOOOD

[afloofybat]

I may have heard that someones may want to see Ori, so here is the baby. she is bestest gurl.

[pinkpastels113]

Author asks: 3,7,13? Please n' thank you.

hai my koala and of course, ask awayy :DD

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

lol this is actually such a funny question for me bc um... both? like i would have "the scene" in my head and then start to write the intro and then i would get frustrated that it's going so slow and i would write a sentence or two a few paragraphs down and then continue to write the intro and then tweak the body depending on the flow with the words that i had written when i get there and then i would leave it to literally write the ending and then finish the rest of the fic/ficlet according to the feel. skjdhsjh that is literally how the "oh, the naive youth" ficlet with dr. mitchell's pov went, i wrote the ending and the last paragraph before going "beca is building a snowman with chloe."

7. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

believe it or not, dialogue. like i know most people think dialogue is a piece of cake and can write it so easily, but i just can't, it just isn't my forte, and i always get so self conscious when i post something bc i would go like "is the dialogue okay? it doesn't sound too lame or meaningless does it? i hope it isn't too repetitive or anything; i hope it's okay" bc like, i just feel so weird about it lol. i love details tho, and would rather write a fic with a whole character analysis thing with inner thoughts with zero ounce of dialogue than the opposite, bc that's just easier to me, easier for me to get inside a character's head and tell everyone what they are thinking inside rather than outside. i dunno, maybe it's bc i was kept from socializing much in my childhood years, but i just struggle with dialogue.

i can joke around tho, like:

chloe- beca that isn't how you open a jar of pickles.

beca- stops trying to dislocate her shoulders wrapping her entire hand around the lid and pushing at it, looking over her shoulder* what?

chloe- sighs and makes her way over, walking around the kitchen stool that beca had been using as her seat to finish her bacon and lettuce and tomatoes sandwich* here. let me do it.

beca- reluctantly hands it over, crossing her arms in a petulant gesture to look not caring as she watches intently*

chloe- takes a kitchen towel and pops open the lid with just three fingers* tada. it's not that hard bec.

-bc it's not a whole fic and it’s not meant to be super fluent/structured sksjshsb.

i always think about collaborating with someone very loosely to talk details (me) and dialogue (them). i think it would be so fun and educational.

13. Is there a trope you wouldn’t write [even] if it was the last trope on earth?

r*pe and/or major character death with crushing grief and/or regret bc... fanfiction is supposed to be fun and light damn it i don't wanna ruin myself with ugly waterfall tears and anxiety attacks while writing about chloe missing beca while putting away her sounding board sksjdhksj. * cries in soft heart *

thank you for these k! i loved them :,))

behind the scenes fic writing

[hellothefeather]

I’m so happy with my gf, I had never felt like this before for anyone, all these feelings are so beautiful and the best, I can’t stop thinking about her...I’m falling in love

[basic--feels]

PSA

I would just like to thank chris' mom for bringing such a lovely boy into this world. That is all.

[cacoliocat]

jungkook:

jimin:

seokjin: why u making that face?

jungkook: what face?

seokjin: THAT FACE!

jungkook:

[justpisscorp]

Okay So Here’s the Thing

On this day, 6 months ago (September 17th, 2017), I made the best decision of my life thus far, and asked @fictionisbetterthanpeople to be my girlfriend. Honestly, she is probably one of the best things to happen to me. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

Darling, you make me so happy it’s unbelievable. I wake up every day with a smile on my face because I know I’ve got you. You’ve seen me at my best and at my worst, and you stayed. I can’t thank you enough for the privilege of loving you. Every time you smile, I fall that much farther for you.

I have the feelings for you that people write about, butterflies and all. You make me smile so much that my face hurts, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if it’s about something stupid or trivial when we’re both dead tired but can’t bear to stop talking to one another. You are always the best part of my day. You are beyond intelligent, funny, talented, and mature (when necessary). You know how to enjoy yourself, even if there’s nothing going on.

I very much look forward to the day where we can just sit together in the same room, maybe some soft music is playing, and we just read together, or watch a movie, or whatever else we want to do because we’ll be together and that’s all that matters. I can’t wait to hold you, and touch your hair, and just be able to feel you next to me, even if we’re not touching. To be able to see your smile in real life, and hear your laugh. I can’t wait to see how your eyes light up when you smile.

You are absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Every time I see you I swoon because how can someone this amazing and beautiful exist? And, more importantly, how could someone like that love someone like me? It baffles me, even now. Your eyes outshine the sky on the bluest day, and they’re so deep and layered, truly windows to your soul. Your soul, which is good and beautiful and pure, that I love so much. Humans are made from the same material as the rest of the stars. We are literally stardust. But dearest, the universe must have used more than usual when making you, because your soul outshines every star and overpowers any evil in the world. You make me feel so secure and loved, something which I was beginning to think I would never feel. You took me, cracks and all, and filled them with gold, because while I was broken when you found me, those cracks are what made me myself. You showed me that, despite my flaws and imperfections, I was still worthy of love. For that, I cannot begin to express my gratitude.

I love you so much, sweetheart, and I hope that you always know that. Even when I’m feeling bad (which is going to happen, that’s just a given) it will never be your fault. I’m dealing with my demons, and it’s been easier now that I have an angel (you) by my side. I hope to be with you for very long time.

Happy 6 months, my beloved koala.

[iittiemystic]

here is my ghost koala