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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I hate drawing backgrounds
Great shot honestly. The younger three siblings like "Yay we're all back together again. This is good breakfast this is way better than war rations." The evil and intimidating horse Peter is off to the side like "I'm going to fucking die."
Similarly great shot. Edmund and Susan are ripping up grass, Lucy's dozing off, Peter's contemplating existence, Edmund is also like They're gonna fucking Kill Me.
"I'll win this tournament for you." need I even explain this one?
"If you died I'd stop at nothing to bring you back" dog we all know youve been getting into necromancy lately, this is just an excuse to show off.
"I would kill for you" Yeah, dude, you're a guard dog on a chain okay this isn't revolutionary.
"I would die for you, even by your own hand if you demanded it" Okay babes that's all well and good but I'm fairly certain you want to die anyway so.
Wish I could fight my friends' problems with a sword. Uhm but I'm not good at swordfighting I fear that's the main reason. What am I good at? I can shoot a bow technically but not well either. I'm not physically strong either. Oh, I could hit them with my car probably. Every other time I've hit something with a car it's actually just caused problems. But surely this time will be different.
the real question isn't "how is the surgeon the boy's parent when we know his father died in the car wreck" (answer: the surgeon was a woman #feminism). what we should really be asking is, "how is the surgeon?" how will this newly widowed single mother juggle her very demanding job, her son's grief (assuming he survives the surgery), and her own grief? after losing her husband so tragically, will she ever be able to open her heart to someone else and try again? how long will that take? is she fruity at all? can i have her number? the car accident wasn't my fault btw
Project Hail Mary breaks Chekhov's Gun in a quite literal way because it introduces the fact that there's a gun on board the Hail Mary and then it's never brought up again.
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half of fic research is rereading the fandom wiki four times for obscure character info and the other half is googling shit like “when did we start using drywall in home construction”
i'm actually so flabbergasted by the people who don't read prologues. my book deadass has a three chapter prologue (which is not the norm but it'll make sense when it makes sense, which is when you read it, which is after i write it) like a cold open montage before a title screen. several things in it are constantly referenced back to throughout the book... but if people aren't reading it because i called it a prologue then what the fuck?? they won't get it. some of the book will be nonsense. it's not really chapter one of the story but it is important to know for the story. it's a lore drop. are these people skipping cold opens and establishing shots in movies too??
the problem with writing fantasy is that i have to constantly stop myself from having people say "jesus fucking christ." jesus didn't exist here dammit. i need a fake swear that means the same thing i think
Great shot honestly. The younger three siblings like "Yay we're all back together again. This is good breakfast this is way better than war rations." The evil and intimidating horse Peter is off to the side like "I'm going to fucking die."
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It only took me almost a year but here's my lesbian caspeter fic 😬👍
LOL so the other day I was scampering about squeaking and looking for cheese and such when I saw the farmer out in the field and, get this, he was trying to pull a turnip out of the ground, but the turnip was like really big, right, so he couldn’t do it 😅 like he was really struggling. Weak fuckinh farmer. So he calls over his wife and she holds onto his waist and starts pulling too but the turnip is still stuck. So she calls over their kid and she grabs onto her grandma and now all three of them are huffing and puffing but the damn turnip won’t budge. This is one crazy ass root vegetable. So they call over the dog and I’m thinking, girl, this is not going to work. but the dog bites down on the kids pants and starts pulling. It’s like a damn conga line. No dice. The dog starts whimpering and next thing you know the cat wanders over and bites the mutt right on her tail and starts pulling. So I’m laughing my ass off at this point but the cat starts looking at me. And normally we don’t really get on, the cat and me. But there’s this desperation in her eyes. In all of their eyes, really. Like, if I can’t dig up a damn tuber then who am I. What’s the point of it all, if there’s an enormous turnip that’s stronger than me. And I can see the future unfolding in my mind. The cat will never respect the dog again, and dog will never obey the kid, who will probably run away from home to find a new jacked grandma. And the farmers wife will leave him, and the whole damn charade of masculinity will crumble and fall. And I shouldn’t care right. I have no stake in this. This is some funny shit. But how funny would it be if little old me pitched in and the turnip actually came uprooted. I’ve got no ego. nobody respects a gay little mouse in this city. If I don’t make a difference here, no loss. But if I save the day? Can you imagine? Outdid by a mouse? The farmer would be delivering me fresh brie on the daily and the cat would probably have to move to a different area code to escape the mockery. So, in the spirit of cooperation, I grab the cat’s tail, and I give a little tug. Just the one. And I swear to god, it feels like an earthquake. Up comes the turnip, big as a house, and the farmer falls on his ass, and so does his wife, and all down the line. And I hop up on the cats head and scamper up the backs of the team as they catch their breath, and I leap up onto the turnip itself and I take a big bite out of it. And let me tell you: that shit? Tasted like a turnip
