So you just popped across the Channel during a revolution, because you wanted something to nibble? Dressed like that? – I have standards.
In which I’m Aziraphale...
me: *is sad*
some random shiny thing with no function or monetary value half buried in the dirt at the bus stop:
me: oh ho HOOO
we’re all just crows with rights and anxiety
Posting a new fic and/or chapter and anxiously waiting for a comment or kudos to validate my work
Finally getting a comment or kudos
“I don’t ‘write’ my characters, I just watch them do stupid shit and write up the incident report.”
— Inebriatednovelist
^^^
The accuracy.
*narrows eyes at new followers*
I’m pretty sure I’m destined to disappoint most of you.
I’ve never reblogged so fast.
When your characters won’t cooperate with your plot:
Everyone in Westworld:
me: [listens to a new song]
my brain, upon receiving one single hit of Döpamine™: we shall listen to only this song until we have wrung every last neurotransmitter out of it
Writing is, 10% typing and 90% staring at your computer trying to find a better way to describe someone eating a piece of toast.
“FANART IS NOT REAL ART!!!”
Do we need to talk about the relationship between the Renaissance and the Bible
I never laughed so hard.
Me: I’m gonna finish writing that thing tonight!
Me:
The only thing more powerful than a hyper focus is
Loki: I’m 50% murder, 80% charm and 70% a natural mastermind.
Odin: That’s 200%.
Loki: I’m twice the man you’ll ever be.