Guys I didn’t forget about this blog I swear- I fear the other hyperfixations have been clawing me back down to the depths and so I haven’t been acting like the lew girlie I am in my heart of hearts
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Guys I didn’t forget about this blog I swear- I fear the other hyperfixations have been clawing me back down to the depths and so I haven’t been acting like the lew girlie I am in my heart of hearts
There’s something so cathartic about hand writing a fic-
When I was young- oh so many years ago- and we weren’t allowed laptops in class, I’d hand write out fics for myself or my friends. Like I just had a constant flow of ideas and concepts that needed to be expressed then and there and I couldn’t wait all the hours until I could get on my computer.
I think seeing the words on paper just reads different. The whole feeling is messier and more raw. Mostly cause there’s no spellcheck or grammar check on paper so I’m free to fuck all that up as I please but still…
Idk maybe it’s just me and I’m the only freak that ever did this but I think it’s nice. But anyway- the Rhett fic pt. 2 is like 1/3 of the way done on paper cause this part is getting long
And if I said the Rhett fic may get a sequel and a prequel…
So I saw the new Superman film and on god I need that man so bad I can’t breathe and I just needed to put that information out there for others to know
Seeing the little “mutual” thing next to the accounts of people who’s work I adore and have for a long time is such a surreal little thing to me like hello yes I look up to you so much thank you for following me back no I totally didn’t squeal just a little when I saw you followed me I was totally normal about it I swear-
I have reached an inability to write anything beyond dialogue but anyway sneak peek below of a wip I may or may not finish about Rhett if I can ever figure out the actually in between parts and not just the talking bits
“It doesn’t matter how hard they work you, doesn’t matter how many wins you get under your belt at rodeos, and it sure as hell don’t matter how many times you come runnin’ to help them- you aren’t their first choice-”
“Was I ever anyone’s? At least here I can pretend I’m doin’ somethin’. You can’t even say that much. You’re just runnin’ away from one shit life to another.”