also never posted this photo study from like 2021 i think?
sometimes it’s “no one loves me” other times it’s “I am not brave enough to look those who love me in the eye”
tử tế chẳng phải đâu ve vãn. niềm nở đôi khi khác yêu thương. im lặng không đồng nghĩa giận dỗi. bật khóc có lúc chẳng yếu mềm.
-mỹ âm dịch, 29.11.2023-
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.
ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website
REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER'S LIFE
What’s the best editing tip you have?
Retype the whole thing.
Seriously.
Like open a fresh doc, put it side by side with the first draft, and start retyping every sentence.
At first you are writing it word for word, but eventually you start to see how clunky a paragraph is, what its missing, what would sound better, and boom. Before you know it you've got a solid 2nd draft to work from.
After that, edits get a lot easier.
(This is my experience anyway. It has helped me so much)
my watery friend... are you too brushed with the pattern of the dappled light...?
Guys 2014 is in two months
ichigo and uryu are so gay
can't believe i'm saying this but finding good smut is so difficult especially when one of my biggest turn-offs for smut is the (over)use of pet names. like, i would love to read a fic where i get steamy with my favourite jjk character, but they moment they call me 'baby' or 'princess' or anything i'm OUT.
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Original Female Character(s), Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Original Character(s) Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Nelliel Tu Oderschvank, Tia Harribel, Kurosaki Ichigo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, in which grimmjow and his partner must navigate periods, This is my first time writing a fic, ahahahahahaha, grimmjow nelliel and harribel are tattoo artists!, OC is a writer!, grimmjow is still an asshole but is learning to be better, mutual love, OC keeps grimmjow in check and doesn't take his shit, grimmjow has a mafia/gang background but is trying to change, both have good camaraderie (i hope) Summary:
“No sex for the week when I’m on my period.”
He jerks like he’s been electrocuted and I smirk, imagining his look of shock in the dark. “You fucking for real?”
“No fucking, for real.” I open my eyes and turn my head to the side, bump my nose into his. In the room’s darkness I can just make out the outline of his head. “Grimm,” I explain. “My pussy is bloody and I will be dealing with bloating and an appetite twice as big. Suffice to say I do not feel hot. I am a mess. A bloody, hormonal mess.”
“You can suck my –”
“Goodnight.”
or: grimmjow and his partner deal with the monthly visitor, with fights and fluff in between.
bc i am shameless, i am once again uploading this link to my fic bc i want to share my work w yall :D yay peace out! <3
The atla characters as Brooklyn 99 quotes
Mai: great! who are we killing? I won't do kids, that's a rule, but that rule is negotiable if the kid's a dick
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Aang: *beating a guy up* you took the wrong FLUFFY BOY
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Katara: why is nobody having a good time? I specifically requested it.
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Suki: I have some thoughts about beyoncé's lemonade I'd like to share
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Sokka: I thought I was gonna die alone in a pit! kept telling myself, this is a hole not a pit. This is a hole not a pit. Sokka it's a hole not a pit. This is a hole not a pit. Hole not a pit-
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Iroh: BOOST MY BOTTOM!
Zuko: I'm BOOSTING.
Iroh: BOOST MY BOTTOM!
Zuko: I'm BOOSTING!
Iroh: BOOST IIIIIITTT
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Azula: hello zuko, surprised to see me?
Zuko: well I didn't say bloody mary three times so yes.
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Toph: what the hell is my father doing here?
Katara: you said you wanted to reconcile?
Toph: I meant after he was dead, I planned on standing over his grave and yelling "I forgive you"
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Azula: not to brag but I was name checked in my kindergarten teacher's suicide note
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Ty Lee: okay ENOUGH. We're gonna stop fighting, we're gonna lie down, and we're gonna triple spoon like GROWNUPS
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Katara: I'm kind of in the middle of something you f- *long bleep*
Toph: oh yeah? Well f- *long bleep* yourself!
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Sokka: if you like piiiña coladuuuhs
Katara: dead guy sokka
Sokka: oh sorry
Best one: “Wants to punch a Zebra someday.” 💀
I’m curious on how close you think the Kyoto students are to each other , since you mentioned before how they are more closely knitted than the Tokyo students.
I can definitely see Miwa, Momo, and Mai having a close relationship. Definitely more closer than the main trio in Tokyo (Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara), heck Megumi and Nobara forgot which type of girl he like lol.
But as for all the Kyoto students being closer to each other? Hmm. I suppose they do tend to work as a team (for the most part, *looks at Todo*). And they do all adore Utahime, according to Gege.
I’m just curious on other hints/reasons you think the Kyoto students are more closer to each other than the Tokyo students.
The Kyoto Bond, as you might call it is all based around this idea that in the Jujutsu Sorcerer world that even if you try to be friendly with your classmates or coworkers there’s always a distance because if you become too close to someone it will hurt all the more when they die. However, every single Kyoto Student expresses the desire to be closer to their classmates throughout the manga. All of them have arcs revolving around how they want to be closer to the people around them, they value their personal relationships over becoming strong as sorcerers. If you listen to the Tokyo Students in comparison, they can be friendly too, but at the same time, their motto is always “Be strong, Be Strong, Be Strong.”
here's what i gathered from the current arc
I’m so impatient to write but anything I do doesn’t satisfy so arggghhhhhh
so... i wrote an itafushi fic. sort of :D
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He feels it before he sees it.
Fushiguro eyes the environment before him, where incomplete grey buildings, encased by metal scaffoldings, tower beside him. Apart from him, the place is barren. It’s the dead of the night, and construction workers have gone home.
Besides, nobody really wants to be in Shibuya, anyway.
But this presence was haunting and heavy, thick as a thundercloud, and the closer Fushiguro got to it, the more suffocating and depressing it became. The air increasingly becomes more humid and moist, like the silence and sourness of tears threatening to fall. The night breeze blows coolly, but already his shirt is damp.
The air, sticky and thick, clings to him like guilt.
Demon dog treads carefully before him, and with each step Fushiguro grips his weapon tighter. The Windows only confirmed the curse activity a few days ago, but they suspect that it has probably been lingering for about half a year, perhaps first appearing when the reconstruction of Shibuya was reaching seventy percent completion. Its presence was mild, then, and hard to pinpoint. Like a scent carried by the wind, it lingered around, floated here and there, and then disappeared not long after. As the days turned to weeks and then months, the presence became more frequent, and more intense.
And now it’s everywhere, hanging like a dark curtain, almost like weeping misery.
The Windows suspect it’s a Special Grade, and it has to be exorcised before it could wreck any havoc. Fushiguro sucks in a deep breath, feels a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck. He can sense that they’re right within the curse’s reach, yet oddly enough, nothing’s come out at them yet — which makes him all the more unsettled, but he presses on anyway. As he passes by semi-completed shops, the newly paved roads, the newly enacted streetlights and traffic lights, he takes in how Shibuya seems to have healed, is healing. That in five, ten, fifteen years time, it could go back to how it was before: a lively, thriving hub glittering with lights – but that’s all a could. This Shibuya is built on a mass grave. Death haunts even in the smallest corners. And even if the country has managed to move on, found a life, he and his friends won’t.
(Fushiguro doesn't know if he’s even living at this point.)
He ends up right before a cross junction. There, he recognises, despite the new buildings, that this was the biggest grave of the Shibuya Incident — a large circular area of land which had been wiped out and perished in just seconds, erasing people, buildings, and a culture in one quick swipe of a blade. Something heavy tugs on his heart and a nauseous wave threatens to flood him as he remembers the scene as if it were yesterday — as he remembers the blood, the killing, the despicable evilness of it all; of the Game, Tengen, Tsumiki, and the doom of humanity; and of pink hair, a boy with stocky built and scars on his face, a boy who suffered but still smiled even as he —
Then Fushiguro melts into his shadow, and appears right under the curse, katana pointing up into the sky, blade aimed at the heart.
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He summons Demon Dog back just before it could land a blow, and pulls himself back into the shadow at the last second.
The curse doesn’t move, even as he retreats back to his original position on the street, even as he struggles to hold himself up on his own two feet, heaving heavily as if he’s been the one struck by a fatal blow.
Fushiguro curses. The nausea builds even heavier now, like turbulent waves, and memories spin like a washing machine, going in circles, playing a never-ending loop. Suddenly Fushiguro feels immensely small, immensely helpless. He wants to quit. Escape and ask for backup – maybe Yuta can finish it off, or Nobara. Panda. Inumaki. Maki. Hell, even Gojo would do. Anyone.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he shuts his eyes, tries to calm his breath, and settles his senses down. Breathe. In, and out. In, and out. He tries not to think.
There’s a cloud passing by when he opens his eyes, blocking the moonlight. The area goes dark briefly, and Fushiguro counts in his head, grips his weapon like a prayer: One… Two… Three…
By the time he reaches ten, the cloud has passed, and moonlight basks the street again, pregnant and full. Before him, the curse looks on, unflinching, with eyes brown like forest wood, bright and intelligent. Muscles bulge beneath its skin, pumped and powerful, outlined by dark, bold stripes.
Fushiguro drops his weapon, whispers a name.
The tiger blinks, and then yawns, teeth sharp as knives, tongue pink as a baby.
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