i’m in the midst of finals but i promise by the end of the week chapter 9 will be out!!! and i might be working on something else but who knows ;)
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i’m in the midst of finals but i promise by the end of the week chapter 9 will be out!!! and i might be working on something else but who knows ;)
thinking about Shikamaru's misogyny vs Sokka's and realizing what makes Sokka's tolerable is the he's told by the narrative he's in the wrong and even admits to it and apologizes.
A writer on another app alluded to the idea that if they’d started writing in 2012 they would already be published several times and I had to restrain myself because I started writing in 2012 and now I have four manuscripts and still no agent or publication. The journey is a journey. Time does not guarantee anything. It’s mostly luck.
i think one of my favorite things about song lyrics or poetry is that they will forever be open to interpretation. you can listen to the same song every single day and suddenly stumble upon a new perspective or meaning hidden within it. two people can have two vastly different views on the same piece of writing. the more exposure you have, the more elucidating written art becomes, but it also becomes more obscure
thinking about second chance romance today which is unlike me I’m not the BIGGEST fan of that trope personally but 🤔
Think I'm gonna try my hand at a proper dark fic one of these days. I always chicken out about it but it might be a good stretch. Should probably finish some other things first but I've got a couple ideas rolling around in my brain that I'd like to give a whack at.
Ooh, Cia! How are you doing, sweet friend? Something about this gif got my wheels turning.🥵 I'm feeling soft!dom energy here. Someone who’s intense and passionate when he speaks about ideas he cares about. Thanks for the inspo. Now picture this:
The office has been buzzing with anticipation all morning, all week in fact. You've never seen the suits in upper management this excited as you all shuffle into the elevator. The new CEO is in the building to unveil his plans for the company after the takeover.
He's a freakin' visionary.
Did you hear Bezos paid half a million dollars for 15 minutes of his time?
While they clamor on about being in the same room with said business diety, you retreat to the small conference room at the opposite end of the hall. It's actually a job perk that you're not up high enough on the typical corporate ladder to be invited to these kinds of events.
The Zoom meeting with your writing team is interrupted by bursts of muffled cheers and applause from down the hall but ends with progress being made on current projects. Curiosity gets the better of you and leads you down the long hallway to the source of the commotion. What's the harm in taking a quick peek?
The air in the executive conference room is tight with excitement. It's also packed with standing bodies. Phones are out, recording the meeting and snapping pictures. It feels like you're in the middle of a celebrity sighting slash circus.
From your vantage point just outside the door, you only catch little glimpses of the man who has everyone mesmerized.
But you instantly recognize his voice.
Are you gonna be a good girl for me?
Your body remembers him too, judging by the way your skin heats up.
He talks with his hands while passionately engaged in a conversation with the managing director. Hands that were ardent and doting all over your skin, his mouth never far behind.
I'm not done with you yet.
The man everyone wanted to meet was the one you had snuck out on while he slept, too embarrassed and unsure how to navigate the morning-after etiquette after your only one-night stand.
You stumble backwards with a gasp and suddenly everyone turns because he's looking at you.