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I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.
have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.
Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.
Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.
Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.
It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.
This for real. Alllllllll of this. All of these sounds are the way different people speak based on their emotions. A snarl is not going GRAWR like a dog. It's so furious their teeth are bared, every syllable sharp and cutting and loud. A growl is lower, the words dangerously rough and hot, a warning.
It's the same with softer sounds. A purr is that low, gravelly mmmmm noise of pleasure, or words warm and smooth as melted chocolate. When someone chirps, it's bright and happy and quick, the syllables a little clipped in excitement. Panting is not tongue lolling like a dog; it's a heaving chest and words that are half-breath.
This is what language, what storytelling IS. It's symbolic, it's imagination, it's metaphor and analogy and simile. Strip that away and all you have is textbook descriptions, which are of course useful when reading actual textbooks, but far less entertaining when reading a goddamn fictional story.
self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for
literally what I've been doing this whole time
ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know
everyone (americans) saying uwu I don't really have an accent I am Biting you
hoping we get long hair beefy bucky in thunderbolts so I get obsessed enough to write again
“x reader is so cringe.” to YOU. im reading this shit and having a ball ‼️
this is a targeted and personal attack
why don't you let me write you in peace 😭
Dude you’re gonna for months now, I hope you’re okay! Also idk if you’ve seen seb stan new pics he looks so hot and gorgeous made me think of you writing Bucky again.
Hi!! I'm so sorry for being gone for so long. I'm currently focusing on studying and trying to basically stay alive since my mental health hasn't been the best this past months. I hope things get better enough soon and inspiration comes back but no promises really :(
Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags
Extremely displeased to announce I just opened my writing doc to find the fic has not yet written itself. Will check back in tomorrow to see if it’s made any progress
Whatever you do, do not think about kissing Steve H. all over his face. Do not think about kissing each and everyone of his freckles and beauty spots. Especially the ones in his neck…
oh no are you thinking about it now? 🫢💗
Oh HECK. that was a dirty trick alix 🤨☝️ but I forgive you <3
steve harrington x fem!reader. sleepy boyfriend steve. send me stranger things requests!
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"Can I stay over?" you ask into Steve's pullover.
"'Course," he says in your hair, hand resting on your hip.
The movie is turned down low, some niche film you've both never heard of but that which Robin had insisted was life changing. It's a decent movie, you'll admit. Robin has good taste.
Having a lapful of boyfriend makes it hard to focus, however.
YOU'RE SO RIGHT HE'S THE PRETTIEST!!!!!!!!!! THIS MADE ME SO SOFTDLGKELTNKWLFW 😭😭😭😭
ladies……. please, allow me. *immediately fucks it up*
Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.
A/N: Steve my beloved <3. Hope you guys like this one, it started as one thing and took a massive turn as I was writing it, anyway, I think it turned out good? Let me know. Any flashbacks are in italics.
Word count: 8,9k
Masterlist
Hospital hallways had a knack for looking and feeling like the perfect setting for a horror movie, especially on nights like these, where said hallways were mostly empty. It was a good thing, for a hospital not to be crowded, but with the cold air, the white walls and tiles, the lonely chairs beside the snack machine, and the only company in sight being the receptionist; your skin was constantly crawling with goosebumps.
Your sneakers were scratching against the recently mopped floor, the pungent smell of disinfectant made you scrunch your nose. It was a bit of a sight, your jeans and red flannel under the white doctor's coat your mother insisted you wore. That's probably why you hardly told people about it.
I absolutely loved this 💕💕💕🥹
Source: This
sometimes i really love my fics. i wrote that because i wanted to read it. i love it. nobody visits my fics more than me. they remind me that i’m a hard worker, that i created something. it’s mine and i cherish it and love it because it’s exactly what i wanted so i made it.
and other days i’m crippled by self criticism and hate everything and can’t bear to look at my own work because i know it’ll never compare to the greats
but i live for the days i love my work. because it’s mine, and i made it. i didn’t wait for somebody else to make what i dream about. i went and did it myself.
so don’t feel like your work is awful
it’s the stuff you dreamed about. it’s the stuff you decided to make a reality. it’s not about quality, or poetry, or how perfectly your sculpt your words or keep it so deeply in character; because it’s what you dreamed and it’s what you wanted to see, so you made it.
keep writing; it’s yours, and you made it. and if you want to continue to sharpen and improve yourself? then do it. it’s all yours and you can make it whatever you want.
keep writing.
not as bad as writer's block, but still pretty bad: when you have an idea you're excited to get out of your head but you can only write it really really really slowly
writer's traffic jam
Summary: Everybody in the kriffin galaxy seems to know you...Except for Poe.
He's not really dealing with that well.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: ~12.5k
Warnings: lots and lots and lots of pining, idiots in love, bit of grumpy x sunshine, angst, fluff, the reader is described as having scars, Poe being a literal absolute sweetheart about everything
A/N: My first star wars fic! Please be kind to me I tried my very best! If anything is inaccurate, no it isn’t and you don’t see it. And please, please, please (as always) let me know what you think! And a big thank you to miss @velvetofyourheart I’m glad you got to meet Poe through this fic, hopefully I did his character justice.
Poe would never admit it to a soul, but he’s a little bit obsessed with you.
The obsession comes on slowly, it creeps in and roots down in his veins before he really has a say in it, before he even meets you.
Maybe obsession isn’t quite the right word.
He has an interest.
BECCA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You got me giggling and kicking and twirling my hair KSSKKFLSKD POE IS EVERYTHING AND THIS WAS SUPER CUTE 🥴😩💕
