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we're not kids anymore.
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Rewatching Stargate SG-1 for the first time in *forever*, and I had apparently forgotten there was a season without Daniel in it (sort of). But my view of Jonas went from “ah, the Daniel stand-in” to “this bright boy is delightful precious and must be protected at all costs” in no time flat. Honestly I was so sad when he went back to Kalowna. Keep both those boys on the team. They’re so good.
2021 is gonna be jack’s year
A.dor.a.ble.
You are a warrior pledged to protect a chosen priestess on her quest to quell a great evil. What she finds at the end of her journey is not a dark god or towering beast. She now stands before an altar of sacrifice. You knew the truth the whole time, you just couldn’t bear to tell her.
You are not a knight.
You were once. A long time ago. Back when the skies were still blue overhead, and you could hear the bustle of life floating on the wind from town. You remember the feeling of pride that stole through you when the house you served bestowed upon you your first sword. Back then, you stood tall and your armor gleamed in the sun. There were brothers and sisters who stood with you, who believed in what you believed, who took the same oaths you took.
Lin won’t turn around. Her long, black hair is blowing faintly in the breeze and the torn edges of her green traveling cloak flutter around her calves. In front of her lies the ruins of a once great temple, crumbling pillars on either side of a massive set of stone steps. Every surface is covered in a thick, wet moss that smells like the rain that just passed through.
The altar at the base of the stairs leading to the temple, however, shines as if newly polished.
Misha Collins on Disasterpiece Theatre
because I couldn’t find it on in my archive
RATED M FOR MISHA
Never not-reblog this.
Host: “My wife’s right there.”
Misha: “That doesn’t make you straight.”
I CANNOT BREATHE
If you haven’t already, you NEED to listen to this!
This GIF set so reminded me of the Disasterpiece Theatre podcast, I just had to combine them.
The man is a terror…
…I think Matt Cohen just had an epiphany. At least that’s what the cool kids call it these days ;-P
it’s not ‘talking to myself’ it’s called a soliloquy you fuck
You entered a forest filled with monsters. The exit constantly moves, you don’t age in the forest. When exiting, one person must stay unless they are the only one in the forest. Many a time you found the exit but let others leave. For the first time, someone asks how long you’ve been here.
Hot take: You keep leading all of the monsters to the exit--then you’re the only one in the forest.
Local angel of the lord attempts to shield one unfortunate child from baking filth; misses the other
Happy (belated) holidays!
–>Please don’t repost.
(Buy me a cookie?)
Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?
No
Y’all need better self-esteem
Alright I have been enabled so I’m gonna say somethings.
Fatalistic sarcasm is a thing, however, it usually hides deep feelings of insecurity, and whether you consciously recognize this or not, it validates them. Seriously, I used to constantly make jokes about how other people’s work was better than mine, and it did nothing for my self-esteem, it was a tool to deflect from my own feelings of inferiority and it actively worked against me thinking critically about my own and other people’s work. If it was a joke I could put myself down instead of analyzing why someone’s work was better and trying to incorporate that into my own
As someone who took creative writing courses I was constantly surrounded by other brilliant people, if I hung my head in shame every time I read something as good or better than mine I never would have lifted it.
As someone who has watched a lot of writers with very good idea’s crash and burn I mean it when I say you either develop a healthy sense of respect for your own work or you stop writing.
There’s three things I really wish more people consider
1. Do you think their work is better because it’s a different style, one that you like? There’s an element to ‘the grass is greener on the other side’, I have seen people work in some amazing styles that I wished to god I could replicate, some I managed, some I never did, but there’s nothing wrong with either. having a different style Is Not the same as having a bad style, each has their own strengths and you can admire one without putting yours down
2. Knowing someone who is a better writer is a blessing and if they knew you were using their work to bring yourself down they would not be happy, mooch off that friend, analyze their work, ask them to edit your shit, as long as you’re not annoying them be shameless about it. the best thing creative writing did for me was give me the confidence to ask people to critic my work and shamelessly better each other for that sharing
3. People need to normalize being confident in their work, the quality of your work has literally nothing to do with your worth as a person, the quality of your work has nothing to do with your worth as a writer. You can write something really shitty and the only thing I’d say to you is that your trying and I respect you for that
Literally every writer I know needs to read this.
The entire reason I started writing fic was because I was too sick to be anxious about it, and after that, whenever I would get down on myself my work would stagnate, so I learned to follow sick Magpie’s lead and just say fuck it.
I write because I enjoy it. I write because I love it. And I write because I want to share a piece of myself with the world and say this is me, take it or leave it.
Learn to give yourself grace. Learn to get better at writing because you love it, not because you hate what you create. And most of all, learn that no one is able to write exactly like you do, and that is amazing.
<3
This is so important.
If you don’t think every girl with wildly curly hair is the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen then you’re invalid
will is a gothic heroine and hannibal is a romcom heroine
tortured by the blurring of lines between love and horror vs. the career gal giving up her dreams for The One
Take 1: I haven’t written a LONG fic before, but I have ideas about how to coda the series finale in a pretty satisfying way?
Take 2: I’ve been wanting to try writing a book, but I’m not sure how the hell to actually plot? So what if I wrote a Supernatural coda as practice?
Take 3: Both are hard to write for different reasons, and I’m not sure which is more daunting--fact-checking myself for that good, good series continuity and doing an existing world and its characters justice, or making up ALL my own shit from scratch...
Listening to “Arms” by Christina Perri for the first time in a while, and realizing it’s basically the theme song for Destiel.
How many times will let you me change my mind and turn around? I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown
I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling
The world is coming down on me, and I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you, but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone
I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go
Etc. It all tracks.
Some folks have been asking me for art-based writing prompts and all I have in me to draw lately are Grumpy Feather Dusters of the Lord so uhm… Whynotboth.jpg?
Go nuts.
(But you know, please don’t repost.)
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Happy New Year to all you lovely shippers out there; have some tipsy Dean with a tie on his head smooching his Angel. I love you big, and wish you nothing but the best for 2020. ^__^
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you know what i don’t get? when like, people write romance stories where two characters are so in love w each other its all magnetism, but they? don’t even have fun together? or are even nice to each other sometimes?
“our love could level a thousand mountains and conquer a million cities”
ok but… are you even… like….. friends????
Classic.
