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Writer's Block

You’re staring at the page. The cursor blinks like it’s taunting you. You want to write—hell, you even know what you want to write about—but it’s like your brain’s frozen. That, my friend, is the all-too-familiar little bitch known as writer’s block.

So, how do you fight it?

Here’s what’s helped me, and maybe it'll help you too.

1. Write anything, even if it’s trash

Seriously. Open a doc and let yourself write the worst possible version of what you’re trying to say. No pressure. No editing. You can always clean it up later. A messy first draft is better than no draft.

2. Change your scenery

Sometimes your brain just needs a different view. Go outside. Sit at a café. Write on your phone instead of your laptop. A small change can trick your brain into feeling inspired again.

3. Idea dump

Forget structure. Forget plot. Just go full chaos mode. Rant about your characters, the scene, or how much writing sucks today. That little brain dump might lead you to a breakthrough.

4. Read something short and good

A poem. A Tumblr post. A flash fiction piece. Sometimes reading a spark of good writing reminds your brain how fun words can be.

5. Accept the block, but don’t leave it there

Writer’s block is normal. It doesn’t mean you’re broken. It just means your brain’s buffering. Rest, hydrate, and be gentle with yourself. Then try again.

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Writing is weird. Some days it flows like magic, and other days it’s like dragging your soul through the trenches. But if you’re stuck, don't give up on it— the words will come back.

WIP Wednesday

Another snippet from the new story. The first chapter is almost ready to go up.

@ronenstrand

“Tyler,” Carlos whispered against the shell of his ear. “Tyler,” another whisper followed by a sweet peck just behind his ear. “Wake up, my love.”  TK groaned and wiggled his body as he snuggled closer to Carlos. “Errrrmm, no.” He responded with a grumpy tone.  Carlos laughed lightly and let his hand roam down TK’s side to his hip, where he caressed the soft flesh of his hip bone with his thumb. “C’mon baby. We have work to do.” “No, I do not! I’m off today!” TK claimed proudly and pulled his pillow around his head, covering his ears.  “We have boxes to pack up before the crew arrives to help move.” That got TK’s attention, and he released the pillow, his eyes looking at his boyfriend. “We’re moving in today.” He smiled widely as his eyes connected with Carlos’s.  “Yeah.” Carlos mirrored TK’s smile before leaning down and capturing his lips with his own. “I can’t wait to wake up with you every morning.” He spoke as his lips began to trail down TK’s neck, leaving hot little kisses wherever they touched. “Fall asleep with you every night.” His lips journeyed over to his throat. “Knowing you don’t have to leave to go home.” Back to his lips, where he kissed him passionately. “Because you already are.”  TK reciprocated the kiss, giving just as much passion and adding some heat to it, wanting more than just his lips. But Carlos pulled away.  “Mmm, baby, don’t start anything we don’t have time to finish.” He chuckled. “Everyone is going to be here in two hours. We have to get the rest packed before they show up.”  TK groaned and rubbed himself up against Carlos anyway. “But you made me want more. It’s your fault.”  Carlos laughed and placed a hand on the side of TK’s face. “I promise you will have more later. When we are in our new home!”

tk & carlos (& lou) — 3x15 "down to clown"

Honestly? Thank god there’s no season 6. And I say that as a huge, huge fan. I’m honestly relieved I won’t have to watch TK as a SAHD (seriously, what the hell was that?), I don’t need to see a forced family dynamic (no, Carlos did NOT want kids), and Owen living away from his son? Absolutely not.

Thank god we have 4 almost perfect seasons and AO3 to recover.

Thank god.

@ronenstrand

I’ve been seeing some frustration in the LS fandom lately, and I totally get it!

It’s upsetting how often Carlos is being written as a neglectful workaholic in every new Jonah fic. And honestly, I don’t blame the writers who write him this way - this is what the show gave us. They wanted to portray a distant Carlos, and if people interpreted that as neglect, well, they’re not wrong. And yes, he was grieving and trying to find his dad’s killer but it doesn’t mean he wasn’t neglecting and treating TK like shit. Both opinions are correct.

But what really gets under my skin even more is how TK is being portrayed in so many of these fics - like a housewife. It was already disappointing enough that the show made him quit his job for some made-up reason, but now these stories are doubling down and reducing him to nothing more than that. No passion, no fire, no spark. Just a soft, domestic placeholder for boring, emotional kicks. I don’t read Jonah or kid fics, and I don’t plan to ever - but the way Tarlos is being written lately as this sexless, lifeless pair with no real depth is starting to wear on me. They were never like that. That’s not who they are.

WIP WIDNESDAY

A bit from Chapter 3 of RUINED. Chapter 2 should be posted maybe later tonight. Keep your eyes out for it!

Leaving Carlos wanting more had TK smiling. The look the guy had on his face of pure shock had been priceless. He just hoped this wouldn’t backfire and send Carlos running to jump in someone else’s bed.

They didn’t see each other again until the next shift they worked. Until then, they spent their time texting. A lot of questions were asked, pictures sent, and even some naughty fun was had.

By the time the next shift came, they were shooting giddy smiles to each other from across the room. It was another slow day with a lot of lounging around the firehouse. Carlos had been playing foosball with Philip and TK had been trying to help Miguel figure out what to make for dinner. But when he spotted Carlos eyeing him as he walked off from being defeated at foosball, he excused himself and followed after him.

He entered the bunk room just a moment after Carlos had and he was suddenly being tugged on. His body crashed against Carlos and their lips crushed together in a frenzied kiss.

After a moment, TK pulled back, desperate for air. “That… mmm,” Carlos interrupted his thoughts as his lips began attacking TK’s neck. “Carlos…,”

“Mmmm,” Carlos moaned into his neck. His hands slid down his back down to his ass and squeezed as he held him tightly against his own body.

“Carlos,” he tried again but the guy seemed to just have one thing on his mind. TK put his hands on Carlos’s chest and pushed himself back some. “Carlos, we can’t do this here.”

Carlos sighed and let his forehead fall to rest against TK’s. “Ugh…,”

“I know.” TK chuckled. “After shift. Come over?”

“Yeah? Does this mean I’ve earned it?” Carlos asked with a raised brow.

“Maybe another blowjob. Maybe more.” TK said while biting his lip. “We’ll see.”