wouldn't it be lovely?

[pwhl-mybeloved]

I think every team should have a wife line and I like that I see players making moves to make sure it happens

[postarcadian]

the thing I love most about how tumblr users use tags is that it’s like what if a social media website had a footnotes system

[eileenleahy]

here's a rainbow of the pwhl team colors

[pwhl-mybeloved]

excellent use of free will

[tawnyow-l]

Sometimes a WAG is a bunch of dudes from Winnipeg in a minivan

[daughterwrath]

[i-am-dulaman]

Kinda in love with the idea that different places on other sides of the world can look so similar. Something something universal human experiences

[i-am-dulaman]

Like. Kyrgyzstan and Switzerland?

Miami and the Gold Coast (in Aus)

New Zealand and Oregon

The great plains and the Russian steppe

India and fiji

[i-am-dulaman]

Gonna consolidate a couple additions/recommendations from others

Napa Valley, California and Tuscany, Italy

Appalachians in America and the Grampians in Australia

Black sand beach in Iceland and New Zealand

Aurora borealis and australis

Congo and Amazon rainforest/river

[i-am-dulaman]

desert roads in Australia, South Africa, Argentina, and Mexico

Mountains in France and Korea

[mollybeenoel]

[rozzed]

why not have the reader re-read a sentence now and then? it won't hurt him....

[buttpoems]

[jenderstudy]

"[T]he reason it’s written this way, in these snippets of time, is because that’s what they remember. Like, what do you remember about the day you were drafted? I remember standing next to Ilya. I remember the way he looked in that suit. I remember seeing him up there with his dad and wondering what his dad was like. And I remember not listening to my mom. And then, boom, what’s the next thing you remember? I remember not being able to sleep and I went to the gym and there he was. Like, all of their memories- it’s told in a language of memory, and sex is such a powerful part of the memory-scape of this thing."

ohhhh my goddd jacob on the language of sex and memory in heated rivalry

[ijustwannawritepls]

How to Write When You Don't Feel Like Yourself

There are going to be days (or weeks, or months) where you sit down to write and feel... disconnected. From your voice, from your characters, from your ideas. Like the person who used to write your stories just packed up and left.

They didn't. They're just tired. Here's how to keep writing anyway:

Lower the bar (Until it's on the floor) You are not here to write something brilliant. You are here to write something. A paragraph. A sentence. A single line of dialogue. Movement matters way more than quality.

Write around the story Don't force it. If you can't write the scene, try: ⋆ A character ramble / journal entry ⋆ A conversation that won't be included in the final draft ⋆ A list of things the character would never admit out loud ⋆ A messy summary of what should happen Engage with the story from a different angle.

Borrow a voice until yours comes back No, not with AI. Read something that feels close to what you want to write, or watch a scene that captures the tone, then write immediately after. Not to copy, to reignite your instincts.

Write the emotion, not the plot. What is your character feeling in this moment? What are they afraid of? What do they want but won't say? What's being kept from them? The emotion leads, the plot catches up later.

Stop trying to "feel like a writer" first. You don't write when you feel like a writer. You feel like a writer because you write.

You are still a writer, even on the days it feels distant. Especially then.

[isisisak]

"Is a nice view, hm?" Ilya's lips curled to the side, head tilted back a little. The smoke from his cigarette drifted up into the chilly night sky.

They were in Vegas, on the same roof top as all these years ago at the end of their rookie season.

Shane rolled his eyes with a fond smile and looked out over the illuminated skyline.

"I still can't believe you kissed me here."

"Oh, you can't?" another drag with a smirk.

"Someone could've seen us! I still don't-" Shane drew his brows together. Thinking something over. Ilya was well aquainted with his face when he disected something in his brain.

"What was up with you that night? You weren't jealous that I won." He stated it as a fact. And no, Ilya hadn't been. And now Shane knew him well enough that he realised that.

"No." He finished the cigarette and took a deep breath of night air.

"I was miserable because it was the first time going back to russia. My new life, my new...freedom-" he shrugged "it all felt like it was about to go away." Ilya's eyes found Shane's. "And then you came up here. With your freckles and your pretty eyes and suggested we fuck-"

"I did not!"

"Mhmm" Ilya pulled his lips to one side and tilted his head left and right. "Is what you wanted, Hollander."

"I-" Shane pauses because. Well, yes. But he made it sound so impersonal. It had been, kind of. But- ugh. "I guess."

Ilya grinned and came slowly towards him.

"It made me realise all the things I could never have." Shane was frowning at the explanation but his features softened when Ilya's hands found his hips. "But now look at me."

Ilya leaned in to kiss him and Shane's arms wrapped around him like muscle memory.

"Kissing my husband and is okay when someone sees." Shane let his forehead fall against Ilya's.

"Sorry I didn't know that then."

Ilya lifted his head to look at him, down the line of his nose with his eyes half closed and soft.

"It is okay, Shane." he dipped in for another kiss. "You can suggest we fuck now."

Shane snorted and mumbled "Oh my god, you're the worst." into Ilya's neck.

[prokopetz]

I think it's actually essential to children's moral development to be exposed to short stories moderately beyond their reading level where a bunch of fucked up shit happens and then instead of offering a moral lesson or any sort of emotional or narrative resolution it just ends.

[prokopetz]

(Ideally these stories should be presented in the form of poorly curated anthologies with the most generic titles imaginable, thereby rendering their contents impossible to identify or find later in life and leaving the affected individual wondering whether they dreamed the whole thing.)

[remanence-of-love]

[alicent-florent]

franchaela in bridgerton s03 → s04 → s05

[remanence-of-love]