#never write

[whindsor]

a long time ago i had an idea for a thief OC codenamed brigand that rose to power after the snap and after the blip would give bucky and sam a whole lotta trouble and started making a thing for her and then gave up so here have these gifs of her aliases so i can take them off my desktop lol

[ajani]

As someone who is a DM and a player at the same time the idea of taking notes during sessions is something that like I 100% would love for players to do and understand that as a DM it makes it harder when they dont, but I also myself as a player rarely remember to take notes because my attention fucking sucks ass 90% of the time after work.

Does anyone have good suggestions for like, good ways to build the note taking habit, particularly for someone with ADHD?

[gurotm-blog]

everytime  i  write  ic  i  lose  a  follower

[kin-oodling]

The kidnapping

I'm writing this memory just cause I want to get it all down and maybe stop thinking about it, so WARNING: there will be a few different kinds of torture here, but it gets kinda intense so be careful when reading it! Its pretty long, so I'll update it as I go. I'm,, not really a writer, so try to bare with me here -- I'd been researching. Looking up things about the red army, about Tord, digging up as much information as possible. But I probably should have used an incognito browser, then maybe this person wouldn't be standing in my living room with a gun. I took a moment to look at her. She was taller than me by a few inches, and clearly war torn. Her eyes were green, and her hair was a soft pink, tied back into a ponytail. But the part that worried me the most is what she was wearing. The red army outfit. "Hello, Tom." She sat on the couch and crossed her legs, and it took me a moment to reply "...what do you want" she smiled "maybe I just want to talk" "but you don't, do you" I said, more of a statement than a question. She picked up a cup off of my table and looked in it "you've been busy lately, haven't you Tom?"I started panicking and glanced over at the door, but before I could think of anything she raised her gun "don't try a thing, you'll be dead before you take two steps." I looked between her and the door for a few seconds, then sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you here for?" at the question she smiled and stood, walking towards me slowly "you're a liability, You and your two friends. The council decided to just have the leader cut ties with you three and call it done, but you've been digging around in places you shouldn't be, and I just can't have that." She pulled a knife out as she put her gun away and held it up to me "now, you're gonna come with me nice and quiet, and we can deal with this.. 'quickly'. But, if you decide you want to complicate things or bring anyone into it?" She motioned towards the picture of me, Matt and Edd on the wall "we'll kill everyone in this building, and save them for last. You wouldn't want that, would you?" I looked at her for a moment and slowly shook my head. She smiled and held the knife under her hand and pressed it against my back "I though so. Let's go, shall we?" She said as she led me out the door and out of the lobby. I wanted so badly to yell for help, to push her and run, but I had enough information to know she wasn't bluffing when she said she'd kill everyone there. We walked out of the building and to a white van in the parking lot. The door opened when we approached and she pushed me inside. I immediately felt someone tying me up and turned my head to look at the man behind me. He looked a little more worn than the chick who lead me out, scars littered all over his face. The girl jumped in behind me and was holding a cloth. She smiled "can't wait to begin" she said and held it over my face while I struggled for a minute or two until I passed out. --

[jxcquelinexo]

I'm the girl of stardust veins and a mouth trickling poetry down my chin with mosquitos nipping at my skin as if I taste of strawberry liquor. with drags of dirty hair, cuts and bruises from the most bitter love it's where i wonder, “why did I not warm myself, perhaps because I had hoped that boy with auburn eyes and poised smile would confine fire in me but left me broken up. I am the the sufferer of an aching spine crippling for love. however, with this pain drilled into the remelts of crimson petal cheeks, i wouldn’t have traded the karaoke sessions in the car, naps in front of the cemetery, nights gazing at the star filled skies and serious risks of tsunami’s in my heart for anything. all i ever wanted was the drunk moon at one in the morning.

Excerpt #226

[mystoryblog18]

I’ll always be here for you even when you push me away..

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #35

[mystoryblog18]

"What if I stayed clean? What if I never released, Alyssa?" I spoke softly into my phone trying to make it seem like i wasn't drunk. "If you stayed clean Asa, if you never relapsed, did we could have worked." She responded to my question. "But you couldn't stay clean, not even for me."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #16