If This Wasn’t My Job I Would Always Write „deffo“

or don’t be kind. Don’t make them learn a lesson. Make them worse with no turning back. Let them never be able to deal with what they went through. Make it take years until they are finally able to take a breath again without wanting to die. That’s what life is like sometimes. Merciless. Nonsensical. Painful.

Let them stay up night after night just asking why? Why me? Why me? Why me?

Every happy ending has to be fought for desperately, and even then there’s no guarantee that you get it.

Be mean to your characters.

What do they take for granted? Take it away from them.

The one thing they know for certain? Make them doubt it.

Their worst fear? Throw it at their faces.

Make their plans fail. Make them cry. Make them question things and then learn about them and the way they react in the process.

Be mean to your character. Then be kind to them for a while, because after all that they may deserve it.

okay 💖 yay 💖

reblog to kiss a narcissist on the mouth (with passion)

Bothering the beast

he’s just a little guy

Happy International Asexuality Day!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

Me when a character starts experiencing an agonizingly, Horrifically, painful transformation :

do you ever wonder if your choice of blorbo is random baby chick imprinting, or in fact a deep physiological profile that reveals all the things you need therapy for

somebody release me from the pain

#i live there

"How's the writing going?"

When someone interrupts me while I'm writing an intense scene.