From my private meme collection. Since I also work as an editor I often have to remind myself there aren’t actually any rules in writing. I’m happiest when I let myself follow my obsessions, my interests, my fancies and caprices–even if that means it doesn’t “make sense,” or the results are weird, or I never finish it, or no one ever wants to read it or publish it, or it’s 5 words long, or it’s written on toilet paper, or whatever. Sharing for whoever needs to hear this today <3
May Prompts 🌺
Word prompts to use for doodling or writing
strawberries
adventure
golden hour
lake house
picnic
mayflower
nostalgia
homecoming
juice box
farmer’s market
morning light
birdsong
drive-in theater
island
photographs
riptide
coffee-to-go
tree house
instrument
cerulean
porch
animal shelter
lemonade
potted plant
spirit
milkshake
orchids
field
petrichor
sketching
memory lane
Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it
Writing pornographic short fic: moderately difficult; kind of mechanical in a fun way.
Ending pornographic short fic: HOW
Me every time I write
List of “idiots in love but are in denial” prompts
“I don’t like them like that. Absolutely fucking not. What the hell?”
“I mean, I’d make out with them but like — platonically, you know?” “…You can’t make out with someone platonically.” “Of course you can! We’ve done it like, so many times before already.”
“And why do you think I’d ever like them? I have taste.”
“Would I tuck them in bed and kiss them on the forehead? Yes. Would I fuck them in bed and then pepper kisses all over their face? Also yes. But neither of those options have to mean anything.”
“What do you mean I look at them like they’re everything I could ever want? I call bullshit! That’s slander!”
“You’re so cute.” “What?” “I said you look like a sack of shit, fuck you.”
“What do you mean by that? I do not daydream about us getting married and building our dream home in the country side where no one can bother us on a daily basis.”
“…But there’s just no way, right? Me? Liking them? That’s… No.”
“What? We’re not looking at each other like we’d rather be alone in a private suite than be here with you guys. Don’t be stupid.” “Then stop eye fucking each other for one second.” “But we weren’t? That’s a ridiculous accusation. Friends don’t do that.”
“Shut the fuck up, I don’t care that they’re looking at someone else like they’re in love with them. Why should I care? It’s none of my business.”
writing fanfiction is just fingers clenching over a keyboard as you ferally mutter i just want this little guy to be held, damn it and proceeding to hurt said little guy (gn) for about 10k words before you actually give them their hug
no matter what your most embarrassing moment in life is, at least it’s not having fucking chat gpt write fanfic for you bc you’re too lazy to do it yourself
— “can i come over tonight? is that stupid to ask?”
— “come on, talk to me. when have i ever led you astray, hm?”
— “will you hold my hand?”
— “i want nothing more than to kiss you right now.”
— “you’re always going to be the most beautiful person in the room to me.”
— “i’m so proud of you- you know that, right?”
— “you matter so much to me.”
— “is it okay if i stay at yours tonight? i don’t know if i can stand another night away from you.”
— “just let me love you!”
— “am i dumb for thinking there’s something here? something that could be real?”
— “i’m sorry, but they don’t deserve you.”
— “can we just... can we give this a chance?”
— “i know it’s wrong of me to come crying to you over a date, but i didn’t know where else to go.”
— “you make me feel so safe.”
— “i love you. as more than just a friend.”