Coaches: Ok, We Need The Slowest Runners First 

guess who started watching unstable smp

where are the headcannon and theory makers for hermitcraft🤔

who wants to share ideas? Because I have a lot

revolving instead of writing.

oh. i was summoned. well, i ain't got much

ima do the paragraph so you kinda understand

"She dropped the stick on the ground and continued walking, following their only lead. They came to what looked like a large bush. leaves and thorns wrapped around hard branches, creating a tightly held together fortitude of foliage. Stronger than the bonds between any of the groups of siblings. Or is that so?"

i have no one to summon. i literally have no friends on tumblr but the one who summoned me-

*cries in a corner*

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Tagging all my favourite people in this god forsaken blue hellsite (still better than twitter)

No pressure tag, obviously because I know some of you who don't write but I just wanted to tag you for the funsies, and because I love you

@apolloniosofrhodes

@alpinefury

@artemisdesari-blog

@iprefertheterminsane

@ellietheasexylibrarian

@nateneedssleep

@eom-02

@homohomohoe

@captainmaxatx

I am doing this myself because no one tagged me, thus I am free to ignore all rules. Here have this, which is my last paragraph:

"maybe there's a hell and a heaven. If so she hopes that down under isn't as bad as they made it out to be.

Maybe she'll be reincarnated. In that case she would love to be a cat. They seem so happy and loved and self assured. Everything she wasn't in her brief life.

Maybe there's nothing. She really fucking hopes so. To become a speck of dust, floating in the great nothingness. No hurt no pain. On the other hand there would be no joy either, but compared to this? The slow drudge of days until the inevitable? Yeah. Nothing sounds real fucking good

Or maybe, she thinks as a vaguely humanoid-faced truck rushes towards her, she is about to be isekai-ed. Because that sure as fuck looks like truck-kun.

And that is the last thought of the woman before her consciousness drifted among the planes of existence.

Her pastry, half eaten, rolls in the dirt as the truck driver desperately calls for an ambulance and a bystander performs a futile CPR"

Beautiful MinuteTech ouuh beautiful MinuteTech bless my weak heart ouuhh

For you writers out there…

You don’t need to stress so much about if your world for your story makes complete sense.

It’s a story, it’s supposed to be crazy and wacky. That’s what makes it interesting.

So what if it can’t happen in the real world? It’s fiction for a reason.

What if there’s no explanation for a way something works? The readers don’t need to know.

Welsknight

For the writers and whoever else

Licking your wounds can help. It's instinctual in animals for a reason.

Licking can remove dirt and debris from the wound, decontaminating the area. This is useful, but also not very safe if there's something sharp in the wound, since then it's just going on your tongue. Saliva contains bacteria-preventing components as well.

And, the most obvious fact, licking your wounds closes them.

But, do not do this if you can. This is not safe in everyday situations. If normal medical help is possible, it should be seeked. And, as always, it's better to not do this to a larger wound.

If you were wondering.

PLEASE Grian

I’m a fisher and want write angst but I DONT KNOWWWWWWWWW

help