May 28
I was just supposed to see Papa Price with a full beard in the MW4 trailer and remain normal about it?! Nope. Absolutely not. I have too many ideas now and am actively melting into a puddle of goo.
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I was just supposed to see Papa Price with a full beard in the MW4 trailer and remain normal about it?! Nope. Absolutely not. I have too many ideas now and am actively melting into a puddle of goo.
Currently reviewing and revising a chapter before I post it, and I just wanted to point out this line because I know it'll get swept under the rug because of the actual content of the chapter, but I love it so much.
Wood and straw popped in the fire, flames dancing to some unknown rhythm and song. Flames felt no pain, no loss, no hurt. He watched them dance, watched the rippling shadows they cast against the back of the fireplace, the smoke that trickled up into the chimney, and the ash that stained the mantle. Fire, life as much as death, and right now he didn't know which he wanted it to represent.
I love imagery so much, it's so much fun to write. I could write paragraphs on paragraphs of just emotional imagery if I had the opportunity.
Got bored and was playing through the MW reboots campaigns(I know, seriously I know) and why is Makarov like the only man in this game series who doesn't yell at me? Like he just calmly tells me not to waste time and keep moving. Everyone else always shouting and Makarov just out here like doing some ASMR.
I take a brief break from tumblr and I fear I have fallen down the rabbit hole of new interests. Haven't even finished any of the things I've been working on and now I'm adding onto to my workload.
He's the best thing that ever happened to me even if I'm the worst thing that ever happened to him.
I love when this app decides that I don't need notifications. Like great, I just love that for me.
My Husband: *eating a banana like a rabbit*
Me: *watching him with a confused look on my face, eating my banana normally*
My Husband:Haven't you ever played with your food before?
Me: Not like that.
I think it's time for drafting sprint. The muses have blessed my mind today and that means sketching like a maniac.