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Eren Yeager

I'm sorry y'all, I'm obsessed with this game rn. I really should be studying for my exams 🫠

Sure girl, that's exactly how that goes 💀

Sure girl, that's exactly how that goes 💀

This bitch- 😃

Called the DDD on his ass so quick

Silly me, joining the Milkman fangirlies 🤪

Tbh, he is kinda fine

Woah 😳

It's the Legendary Milkman!!!

I got curious and looked up the game because of him. Ran into him on my third run. Turned out to be a doppelganger though :(

Basically, the doppelganger got caught because it didn't look emo enough

It's the Legendary Milkman!!!

I got curious and looked up the game because of him. Ran into him on my third run. Turned out to be a doppelganger though :(

It's the Legendary Milkman!!!

I got curious and looked up the game because of him. Ran into him on my third run. Turned out to be a doppelganger though :(

Omg thanks 😳 Really means a lot <3

Life update:-

I went from writing this:

"He had a way with words."

To this:

"He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of."

how odd, to watch the creative writing exercises of angry men in the comments of instagram. you noticed it first in the comments of conventionally attractive women - but then it started appearing everywhere else, too.

a young man talks about what lunch he's packing his wife. there is a little story under it, with 300 likes, fabricated from nothing. "this is pointless. if you treat her like this, she will take the lunch to her office and fuck her boss and divorce him and take all his money."

you scroll. a young woman talks about what lunch she's packing for her husband. it is always uglier when the subject of the video is a woman, you've noticed. "you sit on camera and you smile and you are cheating with the neighbor and then you're going to lie about being sexually assaulted by your husband and -"

you stop reading. it has 567 likes.

where did this even become a thing? people making up stories in their head, disgusting long-winded assumptions about intention and sexual disgrace. the evil twin of fanfiction.

like - it's just a lie. it's a lie that they are telling, baldfaced and assumptive. the undercurrent is of course misogyny, but the trouble is that they're so fucking certain. that's what makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise. there is this pervasive, inventive desire for them to be right. that they must be right. all women are cheating, lying, gold-digging bitches. no exceptions.

in the reverse, when women say i'd rather meet a bear in the woods than a strange man - men funnel in from the sides. they defend each other with a vibrance and capacity for empathy you wish applied to like, the other half of the population. a man could be saying i absolutely did kill her and these creatures in the comments would rise up with king shit. she made it happen. they love each other to the point of this sick strange self-gaslighting, a fervent and unhinged cognitive distortion. all men are good, wonderful people. all women are terrible, conniving, seditious, annoying.

and when did it become okay to just, like... say that kind of a thing? at one point, you find yourself typing out a witty and snappy retort. why are you spending so much time fantasizing about other people babe. but as you stare at the screen, some part of you pictures this man in public, saying these things to your face. his soapbox, high and mighty. his mirrored sunglasses and his empty life: tired and lonely.

what a sad and horrible loop he's locked in. he is terrible to women, so women don't talk to him, which he uses as an excuse to act more terribly. he blames this "failure" on women, rather than on his behavior. it cannot be that he is the problem (that the solution is to just put his ego down and accept women as equals) - he begins to invent a sculpture to replace the flesh frame of each person he sees.

it isn't just a woman posing on the beach. it is now a slut with a desperate need for each person to crave her body. it isn't just a woman yelping with surprise during something upsetting. it is a hysterical, unhelpful cretin who will probably make things worse instead of better. it isn't a person.

someone's very sweet wedding vows get moderate attention on instagram. in the comments, a man says good fucking luck you'll waste your life providing while behind your back she's absolutely fucking the best man. this will be so cringe in 2 months when she walks out on you.

you think - is that what you need to be true? is that what you need to happen, for the world to make sense to you?

Sneak peak into the latest chapter of my wip

Hopefully, I'll edit and post it soon

Okay, context: This is just a little scene I typed out in the middle of the night recently for a fanfiction (which isn't really one, it only exists in my head in the form of a bunch of different scenes and some backstory). It's for the manga and anime series Vinland Saga and is a Thorfinn x oc/reader fic. That's all that I wanna say for now, I'll probably reblog this to really get into the nitty gritty of this fic (like giving the actual context of the story). I just really wanted to share this one because I can't get it out of my mind so I gotta. Anyway, enough of me yapping, enjoy.

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The moon hung low in a star studded sea of darkness, shining down on the land. The deep blue river surged on, seeming to carry a thousand shimmering stars in its bosom along its path; to flow for miles before joining at a greater vastness eventually. The glowworms didn't come out that night, painting the two familiars in just the light of the world above. They were staring at the waters in silence, both lost in thought. Erik's fingers subconsciously found their way to her hair when the strain of its bounds started to get a little painful and released them, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders, curled and tangled. A faint sigh left her at the relief to her scalp. She saw a faint outline of her face in the water, watching her locks cup her face but couldn't tell much besides due to the meagre light. She brushed through them with her hand, taming them a bit before her eyes naturally went to Thorfinn, finding his gaze already on her.

They were sitting pretty close to keep warm but the distance hadn't meant much until now, when it felt miniscule yet immense at the same time. Erik's stare wandered from Thorfinn's eyes but not far, finding home in his face still, running over his features— his nose, his brows, his hair, his temples, his cheeks, his ears, his jaw, his chin, his lips; she thoroughly traced it all with her eyes, reading each shape, each rise, each dip, each scar. In its totality, his face looked dreamy, like a haze was pulled over it. Or perhaps it was her who was in a haze, finding contentment in simply gazing at him. It was about time she said something, she was aware of that but words struggled to take form in her head, let alone break free from the confines of her mouth.

"You look beautiful." Finally, he spoke. His voice was gentle, not rising above the gushing water in front of them as a rule. Their eyes reunited and for a second, he stumbled, eyes wide as if he surprised himself with his own words but soon, he collected himself. That was his nature after all. He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of.

"It... suits you... this way."

The tug on the corners of her lips grew stronger, a fluttering in her chest made her take in a deep breath; the chill, fresh smells of grass and damp soil filled her chest. Her gaze grew softer and that was answer enough for him. 'Thank you', her smile told him. She wondered what he was thinking, his honey-brown eyes refusing to leave her. What she had in mind was crystal clear though. 'I love you', that was all. She wished she could say it. She probably could but she knew neither of them wanted to break the fragile, sanctious tranquility between them.

For that reason, he let his actions speak, extending a hand and delicately caressing her cheek with his knuckles. In harmony, she closed her eyes, feeling every inch of his hand. If she could somehow collect this feeling of his warm, scarred skin on her face, make an ocean out of it and slowly drown in it for eternity, she gladly would. His hand brushed along her shadowy locks and she ached to look at him again. He had moved— no, he was moving, just so slow that it was barely noticeable.

Their eyes were set on each other, locked in place. As he neared her, she could see his eyes more clearly. Shining in the moonlight, they held not only the colour but also the effects of the most divine mead to ever make her drunk. And from the core of those wells grew his pupils ever wider, a darkness that beckoned her to get closer as well. And she did, hypnotised, leaning closer both to his palm that cupped her cheek now, and his bewitching face. His lips were parted ever so slightly which she replicated. Her eyelids grew heavier, fluttering half way down. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, almost as if to make sure this was real. He lifted his chin and tilted his head to the right and his breath tickled her cheek so intoxicatingly, her eyes couldn't stand to remain open. And if she wasn't dying to feel his lips, she would probably fall back and swoon right there.

He didn't drag her anticipation. His lips connected with hers, feather-light and softer than clouds. That alone was enough to leave her breathless— head feeling light and heart soaring. She wanted to say his name, over and over again until her breath ran out, like it was the chant of Gods, an elixir to the parched lips of a lone traveller. She didn't. Solely because she couldn't with the way his lips blanketed hers, moving in a drawn out way. He was making his point, showing her he meant what he said and more. Erik returned the affection, kissing him with all the softness and all the love she had in herself. Her hand went to hold his free one that rested on his lap, lacing her fingers with his.

Their kiss deepened slightly, the yearning that was in the back of both of their minds taking reins. Her brows drew close. Her heart was crying out, her throat hurt from keeping all the emotion down, the only outlet being her lips which did their best to convey all that they could. Soothingly, Thorfinn brushed his thumb over her warm skin again. He understood, she could tell. Because he felt it too. All those years spent away from each other crumbled and turned to dust before them; disappeared, never to separate them again. Nothing ever could, not anymore. For their hearts would always show the way to the other. Even if the heavens were to rip them apart, even if they were stranded on opposite sides of the world, they would find a way back.

'I love you', her heart whispered yet again and he listened. And he said it back, all in the simple motion of the kiss.

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Just wanna add that I've written more after this but am debating whether or not to put that up as well. I'll probably let it marinate in my notes for a while and post it anyway idk

Wondering if I should post the 3 am writing piece that this is a part of 🤔

Life update:-

I went from writing this:

"He had a way with words."

To this:

"He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of."

Life update:-

I went from writing this:

"He had a way with words."

To this:

"He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of."

THIS

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

Yooo isn't that the guy with the updated autopsy report? Idk I haven't played the game

Lily of the Valley

Upon a green hill

Under a lone tree

There I found it,

The Lily of the Valley

On a bright day

It sat morose

With its sweet, white face

Hung meekly towards the hill’s toes

In a patch of grass and fern,

And carnations auburn

Solemn tears adorned its bell-shaped head

Making me think of its words unsaid

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A little poem I wrote for my English exercise about personification :)

Either I'm tripping or every cat owner has at some point meowed at their cat for food

So I just got a haircut (bob) and my sister said "You finally look like an author." 💀💀

Was rewatching The Grand Budapest Hotel and I haven't been able to stop myself from quoting this line all day. This film is just too iconic. Also everytime Dmitri is on screen, I have the time of my life

Omg I got tagged 😳

Last song : Gray by Sajou no hana

Favourite colour : also navy blue

Last movie/TV show : Asteroid City

Currently watching : does Jujutsu Kaisen count?

Comfort characters : Mob from Mob psycho 100, Kenzo Tenma from Monster, Crowley from Good Omens (I could go on)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory : Spicyyy

Relationship status : single

Current Obsession : Vinland Saga (I don't think it's ever gonna go away)

Last thing you Googled : Pocket Lanterns (apparently it's a thing)

Tags (no pressure) : @lyutenw + anyone who wants to join in

9 people I would like to know better

Thank you for tagging me @drewstarkeysbae!!

last song? Heartbeat, Childish Gambino

favorite color? Red

last movie/tv show? The 100

currently watching? Invasion

sweet/spicy/savoury? Spicy

relationship status? Talking

current obsessions? Jack championnnn

last thing you googled? Jessica Lord (bc Matt Rife is dating her lmfaoo)

No pressure tags: @reychvmpion @runningfrom2am @rvfecamerons @serial444killer @corpsebasil @heavensghost @heavenhillgirl @11133 @polishlolita

Hi y'all, here's my YuuMori fic if anyone wants to check it out. Aight, I'm out ✌️

Should I post my fanfics on here? 🤔

I've been wondering if I should post my sh*t on here since the fandom I'm writing for currently is starved as hell and the whole reason why I started writing my fic was because I couldn't find any fics for one specific character anywhere. I've posted a lot of stuff on Wattpad and other sites but never on Tumblr (not have I read much on Tumblr) so I don't even know how to go about it. But I really want to share my works anywhere I can.

I'm Jim. For proof, I have the fact that I was literally writing out a scene on my phone while we were moving. Like all our stuff was being carried and loaded onto a lorry and I was leaving my childhood home, and all the while you could catch me punching a silly little fanfiction scene on my ringer

Writers as The Office characters

Which one are you? Share it in the comments and tag your writer friends to do the same!

Michael

needs constant support and approval from friends, family, and writing mentors

has 389745 projects on the go

dilly-dallies whenever they should be writing

they know their ideas would be made into big Hollywood productions

legend is they will never actually finish a draft

Dwight

action packed stories with steamy scenes

rigorously plans out their novel before writing

then writes the story in less than a month as if writing is hard?

will consider every piece of feedback too seriously until they give themselves impostor syndrome

is dying to attend a writers conference to dress up

unapologetically adores writing and talks about it all the time

Jim

writes during work

writes whenever they should be doing something else

acts out character’s facial expressions as they write

uses writing as therapy because therapy is expensive

discovery writer who ends up having the most profound story messages

unreciprocated love trope

Pam

cries at their own writing

is super terrified of sharing anything they wrote with someone else

writes profound stories

artistic writing style

can’t handle feedback

childhood friends to lovers trope

Angela

has a cat writing partner

takes their writing very seriously, despite having a full-time job

writes dark fiction

plot twists even they didn’t expect

the secret and forbidden romance trope

Kelly

writes romance novels with strong female characters

loves purple prose

their writing is always a page-turner

uses writing as an outlet for their own frustrations

will put people they dislike into their novels just to kill them off

is about to build their self-published empire

Stanley

rolls their eyes at every other book they read and doesn’t make it past the first three pages

doesn’t have a routine but still stays on top of their word count

will never force themselves to write when they don’t feel like it

calls other writers out on their problematic bullsh*t

the underdog trope is their favorite

Ryan

literally can’t wait to get published

has grand ideas for novels, and sees exactly how they could be made into movies

but sitting down and writing them is a whole other thing

loves to take inspiration from real life conversations

always has a notebook with them to note down any more grand ideas that pop up

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Good Omens

Two weeks ago I came across some posts on Tumblr as well as Instagram about good omens and immediately decided to check it out. I watched the last episodes of the second season today, and well, I'm thoroughly distraught. I don't think this will be the end of my Good Omens obsession, I will suffer for just a little longer before I move on I guess but damn does it hurt. Can't wait for season 3

I don't know if anyone will even see this but I'm currently writing a short story and need to pick a name for the main character. I've narrowed my choices down to two that work perfectly, so it'd be nice if y'all picked for me

That is honestly so sweet of you to say. Since I'm not a native speaker, I sometimes feel like I'll never be able to reach the same level of writing as a native speaker, even though I've been learning English since I was a literal baby and am fluent. But I really had to put a lot of effort into writing as I had a pretty rough start. As a newbie writer, I struggled a lot with vocabulary and sentence structures but I've been writing for so long now, I have gotten pretty good at it now. (I don't know if you can even tell that English isn't my first language if you read my recent works.)

Either way, it sometimes feels like us non-native writers can get a little overshadowed but the time and effort we put into writing feels so worth it when there are people who appreciate us. So thank you so much for recognising us! And to all the people writing in any language that's not their mother tongue, I know it can be hard but you'll get there and it'll all be worth it.

Shout-out to multilingual writers who are writing in their second (or third and so on) language.

The frustration of speaking it fluently, but still having to google basic words when you're writing.

The absolute joy of finding a word that sounds just perfect and conveys exactly what you mean.

Doubting all your grammar and being afraid to post it or even send it to a beta reader.

The euphoria of someone calling your use of this language, that is not your mother tongue, beautiful.

Mob Psycho 100

So, I watched the last episode of Mob Psycho 100 today and first thing I have to say, I cried. I feel like it all just went by so fast and now that it's over, I don't know what to do with what I'm feeling right now. I might watch it again some time. I'm gonna miss those wonderful characters. Especially Reigen and Shigeo.

I am dying to watch so much stuff right now, like my to-watch (and to-read) list is growing longer each passing second but I can't because I have exams starting tomorrow and I hate it. Like I've been waiting for Vinland Saga season 2 for so long and now it's finally out but I can't watch it. I just wanna watch all the good anime coming out right now damnit, why do I have to suffer cause of stupid exams? Why do they exist? 😭

"Don't look at me like that," he said, pain whirling in the depths of his gaze. "Don't lie to me with those eyes."

Writers, this is an invitation to reblog this with an out of context quote from your WIP.

Why? Because I just like hearing things with no context.