Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.
i like a lot of music. you could say i’m. polyjammerous. mayhaps even. genrefluid
oh i definitely write >:)
"It was me, in the driveway, with the knife."
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it was a struggle finding nine people to tag
Thanks for the tag @bradleysass
Share your last line and tag as many people as there are words:
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
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Because they are my babiesss
-Jude always exclusively wears Cardan's shirts to bed. Specifically the silky one.
-Cardan keeps trying to convince her to sleep naked, like him. (Also have we collectively forgotten that he canonically does that)
-Jude is an early riser and a morning person.
-Cardan refuses to get up until midnight. (Remember that the fae are nocturnal.)
-Jude has to genuinely drag him out of bed whenever something important happens.
-Whereas Cardan always tries to keep her in bed with him (he usually succeeds)
-Jude takes up baking in her spare time because Cardan made her get a hobby that doesn't involve stabbing people.
-They like to have little playfights.
-E.g Cardan will pin her down to do her makeup.
-Or Jude will come up behind him and put him in a headlock.
-Cardan never sneaks up behind her though.
-He also knows where she keeps all of her weapons on her person.
-If he needs a weapon and he didn't bring one he just casually grabs one from like her pockets or the folds of her dress or something like that.
-Cardan is a biter. And I don't just mean in bed.
-Just like in general. He nibbles her ears or just like casually bites her shoulder.
-They go riding together through the milkwood.
-And take long walks through the gardens together.
-Jude teases Cardan about all the things he did to her at school.
-"Hey, remember that one time you tried to drown me?"
-He feels incredibly bad.
hi. I heard you liked Gorillaz…. And I was wondering what your favorite album was. Cheers. Hope you have a great day.
AHHHH HI I LOVE PEOPLE WHO ASK ME THINGS
okay so I'm a fairly new fan (but I am a crazy one, wearing a blur shirt and a gorrilaz hoodie over the top right now) so don't judge if it sounds basic or anything idk
but I rlly like demon days (obvi) but I also like the album Gorrilaz
I mean some songs from Plastic Beach are fire but it's not my fav
anyway hope you found that acceptable lol :D
I don't need it to sleep but if I'm at home it just sits next to my pillow and stares at me while I sleep
It's just there-
If your 13 or older and still sleep with a stuffed animal please rb this im tryna prove a point to my friend.
Reblog if its ok for your moots to stalk your blog and interact with everything you've posted.
When fear, dread, or guilt gets sickening—literally—your character is consumed with a gut-clenching feeling that something is very, very wrong. Here's how to write that emotion using more than the classic "bile rose to the back of their throat".
This isn’t just about discomfort. It’s about a complete rebellion happening inside their body.
Their stomach twists like a knot that keeps pulling tighter
A cold sweat beads on their neck, their palms, their spine
Their insides feel sludgy, like everything they’ve eaten is suddenly unwelcome
They double over, not from pain, but because sitting still feels impossible
Vomiting isn’t just a stomach reaction—it’s the whole body.
Their mouth goes dry, and then too wet
Their jaw tightens, trying to contain it
A sudden heat blooms in their chest and face, overwhelming
The back of their throat burns—not bile, but the threat of it
Breathing becomes a conscious effort: in, out, shallow, sharp
Nausea doesn’t always need a physical cause. Tie it to emotion for more impact:
Fear: The kind that’s silent and wide-eyed. They’re frozen, too sick to speak.
Guilt: Their hands are cold, but their face is flushed. Every memory plays like a film reel behind their eyes.
Shock: Something just snapped inside. Their body registered it before their brain did.
Don’t just describe the nausea—show them reacting to it.
They press a fist to their mouth, pretending it’s a cough
Their knees weaken, and they lean on a wall, pretending it’s just fatigue
They excuse themselves quietly, then collapse in a bathroom stall
They swallow, again and again, like that’ll keep everything down
Even if they don’t actually throw up, the aftermath sticks.
A sour taste that won’t leave their mouth.
A pulsing headache
A body that feels hollowed out, shaky, untrustworthy
The shame of nearly losing control in front of someone else
A character feeling like vomiting is vulnerable. It's real. It’s raw. It means they’re overwhelmed in a way they can’t hide. And that makes them relatable. You don’t need melodrama—you need truth. Capture that moment where the world spins, and they don’t know if it’s panic or flu or fear, but all they want is to get out of their own body for a second.
Don't just write the bile. Write the breakdown.
this is actually tori and michael and you can't tell me any different
Let’s talk romance—specifically the kind that makes readers scream into pillows, clutch their chests, and whisper “just kiss already” at the page. Whether you're a seasoned romance author or just dipping your toes into the love pool, there's one golden truth to remember: good romance is about *tension*. And tension lives in the delicious space between lust and love.
Lust is that electric charge between characters. It’s the stolen glances, the way one of them notices the other's hands or voice or the way they lean in a little too close when they talk. Lust is immediate. It’s instinctual. And let’s be honest, it’s fun as hell to write.
But if you stop there—if all your characters do is pine and make out and pine some more—you risk making it all surface-level. Lust is the spark, but it’s not the whole fire.
Love, real love, is slower. It’s about trust, vulnerability, and seeing the other person fully—flaws, baggage, weird hobbies and all—and still leaning in. It happens in the quiet moments: making tea for someone who's had a bad day, remembering how they take their coffee, watching them geek out about something they care about. That’s where readers fall with your characters.
The magic is in the shift—when your characters go from “I want to kiss you until my brain falls out” to “I’d burn the world down if it meant keeping you safe.” It doesn’t happen all at once. And that’s where the slow burn comes in.
Slow burn romance is a masterclass in delayed gratification. It's all about restraint. You’re letting readers live in the tension—the almost-touches, the lingering stares, the confessions that never quite happen. And every time the characters get this close to admitting their feelings or acting on them and then don’t? Readers get more hooked.
But here’s the key: something has to be progressing. Slow burn doesn’t mean nothing happens. It means everything matters.
Every moment builds the foundation. Every emotional beat gets us one step closer to that glorious payoff.
Think of it like cooking over a low flame. You’re letting the flavors deepen. So when the first kiss finally lands? It’s earned. It’s fireworks. It matters.
- Give them obstacles. Emotional baggage, clashing goals, external threats—give your characters legit reasons not to jump into bed right away.
- Let them see each other. Intimacy isn’t just physical. Let your characters learn each other’s fears, dreams, scars.
- Build micro-tension. Hands grazing. One of them patching the other up after a fight. A joke that turns into a confession. Let every small moment do work.
- Make the payoff worth it. When they finally get together—make it satisfying. Let it feel like the culmination of everything they’ve been through.
It’s easy to write about two people who are attracted to each other. What’s harder—and infinitely more rewarding—is writing two people who choose each other. Who grow, change, fight, make up, and fall deeper the whole time.
So go ahead. Light the match. Let them burn slowly. And when your readers are begging for that kiss? That’s how you know you’ve done it right.
OHHHHHHH OKAY
so you're probably teal then
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PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.
GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.
RED: I’m in love with you.
PINK: I have a crush on you.
TURQUOISE: You’re hot.
CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.
TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.
BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I dislike your page.
YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.
WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.
GREEN: I find you cute.
BLACK: I would date you.
BROWN: I dislike you.
bisexual teen writer, loves reading & music, extroverted theatre kid <3
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