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Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you
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Someone: hey, if you’re a writer, why don’t I ever see you writing?
Me, a writer who’s been daydreaming about three characters, two unwritten chapters, some scraps of dialogue, and a partial plot that still needs to be heated up in the microwave before it’s usable:
I am jumping on this bandwagon! This is from the thing that I sincerely intended to post to the Valentine’s fic fest. Well, one of the things. I’m still working on both, but this one has more written and will also be shorter, so...
(ps it is also incredibly self indulgent and pointless. consider yourselves warned.)
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In Cormoran’s opinion, after all the evidence was in, the soulmate marks were nothing but a nasty trick the universe played on the romantics and the gullible. His mother, he thought bitterly, had believed in the wound-flowers, utterly and wholeheartedly, and what had it gotten her? A life spent chasing possibilities - and men - up and down the length of Britain, dragging her children behind her. And then, when against all odds she had found the one whose flowers matched her wounds, how had that turned out? Her soulmate was arrogant, vicious and cruel, stinking and swaggering; and yet Leda had stuck by him. She stayed in that filthy squat, that horror of a marriage, refusing to leave despite the pleading of her brother, her daughter, and her son, because that was the path that the universe had chosen for her.
Cormoran could not put his faith in any universe that would leave his mother, no matter her failings, with a man like Whittaker. He ignored the flowers when they bloomed on his skin, and deliberately turned his thoughts away from the girl - for he thought it must be a girl - to whom the wounds belonged.
Charlotte, however, was of a different disposition. To her own flowers she paid no attention - small blooms, infrequent, on accidentally cut fingers or stubbed toes, the evidence of a quiet and conventional existence. On his, though, she was fixated. She subjected each, when they appeared, to careful scrutiny: outlining their edges with her delicate porcelain hands, speculating endlessly on how they had been inflicted, on the unknown girl to whom they truly belonged.
“Have you seen these?” she whispered to him in the dark, running her finger along his hip as he lay on his stomach, dozing and sated.
“Mm,” he mumbled, enjoying her cool touch on his overheated skin, then, “What?”
“Violets,” she said, her hand spreading to cover his buttock, a pleasurable shiver running through him as he clenched at her touch. “Masses and masses of violets.”
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Reblog and tag this with your very first video game , your favorite video game and the video game you’re playing now
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I just heard this woman say “you procrastinate because you are afraid of rejection. It’s a defense mechanism, you are trying to protect yourself without even trying.” and I think I just realized what was wrong with me.
Yep, this is a very, very common reason for procrastinating. It’s also why procrastination, even though it’s often associated with laziness, is a fairly common trait in a lot of people with anxiety and perfectionism issues.
this explains so much
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Harry Potter and the Secret History
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Harry Potter and The Chronicles of Narnia
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Harry Potter and the Maze Runner
Now that’s a crossover I’d like to see
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Harry Potter and The Vaults of Dreamers
Harry Potter and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Um. Okay.
harry potter and the shores of refuge: a hundred years of jewish emmigration?
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Harry Potter and the Hero of Ages
Harry Potter and the Buried Giant
Harry Potter and a Confederacy of Dunces
… astonishingly plausible really
Harry Potter and Cherry Ames: Mystery of Rogue’s Cave I’d read it!
Harry Potter and the Sharp Objects
Harry Potter and the Necropolis
Harry Potter and the Cancer as a Turning Point
Harry Potter and The Northern Girl
Harry Potter and Contemporary Wicker Basketry
Harry Potter and the Pagan’s Progress, or, The Invention of Pilgrimage.
Harry Potter and the Seven Pillars of Wisdom
Harry Potter and the Tarkin
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Harry Potter and the Left Hand of Darkness
Harry Potter and the Lost Gods
Harry Potter and The Empire Writes Back
Which would be kind of cool if the title didn’t continue: Theory and Practice in Post-Colonial Literatures
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when ur thirsty for fic but you have quite fucking literally read every single quality fanfiction for the pairing
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reblog if you are the family pretentious asshole ™
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A country for all seasons. (at Canada)
I laughed out loud at how painfully true this is.
Fools me every year.
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my skills include reading an entire page of an academic text without absorbing a single word
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I got “"You have a cat, and that’s cool.”“!
me, taking a short fic prompt: yeah, I'll write just five perfect sentences, I'll perfectly encapsulate a brief, beautiful moment in time, a delicate Faberge egg of fic, easily written, easily consumed. no problem.
me, 600 words in and nowhere near a resolution, probably a couple thousand words still to write: fuck.
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