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Not Originally Mine but I want to post as Solidarity! 🇵🇸🔥🇨🇩🔥🇸🇩🔥

Tbh this isn’t how I exactly look like but it’s how I want to look like and sadly I can’t right now :(

Personally as a kid I wasn’t the most happiest but I’m getting there slowly as a transmasc.

But oh well 🤷🏽

New picrew chain idea: yourself vs what you looked like as a kid

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Pleaseeee I need a second part!!

Male reader x Tyler Lockwood:

A/n: I feel like there aren’t close to any Tyler Lockwood male reader inserts. He need to be appreciated moreeee!

Y/n Bennett was you name, the younger brother of Bonnie Bennett by a few years, also you were naturally a witch given you family’s bloodline. To you, magic was like a missing piece that made everything fit once you delved in it with you sister and the guidance of your grandmother. While you’re sister was more creative with her magic and spells, yours were powerful due to the way you channeled your emotions while using magic. To say the least you two were a force to be reckoned with when your powers combined.

Naturally, being the youngest of the Bennett´s, that implied that you and Jeremy became sort of best friends, you didn’t hang out as much, but you made sure to talk and keep up with what happened with your lives. However, unlike him you always kept a secret until a few years later, that being the fact that you and Tyler hooked up a lot. Out of respect for his decision you didn’t say his name when you rarely talked about getting in bed with someone, and so did Tyler, since from what you’ve gathered he never told Matt.

You’re relationship with him always had ups and downs, and due to the nature of your relationship you were on and off. It was something secretive since you had a relationship of brothers until puberty attacked the both of you. Much to your dislike, the arrival of the vampire brothers actually made your relationship become better, at first it was a chaos, Bonnie almost jumping on Tyler because the brothers snitched on him, they didn’t care about you guy’s sexuality, mostly due to you coming out.

What do I mean much to your dislike? Because you actually believed that everything in your lives worsen when they vampires were involved, the death of your grandmother being a key point in your way of thinking. Then Tyler was revealed to be a werewolf, and even at first when you were wary of Caroline´s actions, her intentions of helping him during his shifting was genuine. Soon after everyone’s life being in a constant border between life and death was tiresome and irritating for you, but for some strange reason everyone was brainwashed to always keep doing their suicidal missions, and more so when it involved Elena, which you started to resent for her lack of actual participation, her ridiculous moral compass that only served to judge, and her ability to always be the center of everything that want’s to put in danger Mystic Falls.

After Elena went into slumber, soon after Damon doing the same you and Tyler actually got together, got married, and owned a Cabin far from Mystic falls, only Bonnie and Matt knew, the latter visited every once in awhile, meanwhile you visited Bonnie at the mental health center. You somewhat though you were being selfish, after finally being happy from the life you wanted with Tyler, away from the supernatural problems, and more of the supernatural benefits. Your witch identity gave you an opportunity to help others with with day to day stuff, like performing spells for the protection of others, offering guidance, and preparing natural remedies for sickness and wounds for a price of course, and an affordable one at that. Tyler did his own thing here and there while trying to learn to live every day with his werewolf nature.

Then you were informed that Damon was awake again, and another villain was on the rise. You of course let everyone know that you we’re no longer participating on that crusade, and that they shouldn’t ask Tyler either since you guys lost so much for you to keep loosing, mostly Tyler than you. What you didn’t expect was that Tyler didn’t come home after the day before, and there was no sign of him through text or calls. As much as you tried to calm yourself, you couldn’t do much, you had a bad feeling and your intuition rarely ever failed you, but you wished so hardly that this time it failed. Hours kept passing and you tried to busy yourself sorting things making medical remedies and then you organized a few documents on the living room table since you were supposed to go through with them when once Tyler arrived. Then noon came, you called severa times to his phone and after a few seconds it always went directly to voicemail. You waited a few minutes, only to receive Matt’s call with heavy news.

"Y/n, I’m so sorry…" Your skin crawled, freezing in your spot as you knew the words that soon would follow. "It’s Tyler, he’s dead." The hurt in his voice, the pain he once had to endure for his sister, his mother abandonment was nothing to loosing his best friend, his other half.

You hung up, in denial. Running towards the truck you both owned and heading straight to Mystic falls after an hour of traveling leaving the documents of adoption agencies that were in the table now in the floor. You knew it was real, but your mind couldn’t believe, making you believe that maybe it was their twisted way of trying to bring you back to the group to help the, or maybe there was a poison that was stopping his werewolf healing from working and he’s si unconscious that he looks dead.

When you arrived at the Salvator mansion, you opened the doors looking for Tyler, only to see a teared up Caroline with Stefan. Their gaze quickly went to you, they were both about to approach when you came quickly to them.

"Y/n, wait. He’s—" Caroline tried to stop you to ease you into it, but you went past them seeing the love of your life in a casket, his color almost completely leaving his skin.

"W-What happened…" Your voice quivered, and your body trembled, as you fought to maintain your composure from completely breaking, you took a long shaky breath, while your words came out flawlessly with an ice cold feeling to it. "Who…DID THIS TO HIM?!" The room shook violently as your words came out with fury and grief.

"It was Damon…" Stefan quickly told him. "He’s been under control of the siren and—." You cut his sentence short.

"Enough… I need sometime alone with him." The way your words by this time carried close to no emotion scared Caroline, it was as if you’d have shut your humanity, even if you weren’t capable of doing so, not like vampires at least.

"Sure, take all the time you need…" Caroline was soon entangled with Stefan who carried her in his arms. She felt a little frustrated knowing that she couldn’t do or say anything to help you in this crushing time. She understood your pain, knowing very well that the both of you lost a living being who was important, and caring in their lives.

Internalizing all this new information in your mind, the latter could finally confirmed what has happened, as you looked through every inch of your late husband’s body. Tears streaming down your face. That was the sign you needed to know that you couldn’t do anything in the face of death. If only Bonnie was still the anchor to the other side, maybe there was a chance to get him back again, but a las, she was reduced to a simple human with struggling magic. Maybe in a way you were cursed like your ancestors Qetsiyah, fated to be alone, with no lover, it happened to your grams and your mother at the end of the day, separated from the people they once loved.

After a while, the couple came back to see how you were coping.

" Y/n, how are you holding up..?" Caroline asked, but her footsteps came to a halt after noticing that you had disappeared alongside your truck.

She notified everyone just in case they saw you, thinking that maybe you were about to spiral or something worse. However weeks passed and there was no sign. It was very troublesome since Bonnie performed a locator spell but nothing about your whereabouts appeared, to which she assumed that you out a very powerful cloaking spell.

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how can i start writing more often?

That's going to depend what's stopping you from doing so. I'll tackle some of the common ones and see if that helps you out.

You're working or going to school full time or otherwise have a lot of responsibilities that fill your days

Writing doesn't have to be done in large chunks of time. You can write for ten minutes and still get something onto the page. You can also write by dictating a voice note into your phone and using speech-to-text to transcribe it. When you have a day off or a larger amount of downtime, try to block off some of it for writing or for editing those speech-to-text transcripts into a more polished story.

You don't have any ideas

Seek you writing prompt blogs. Make a post on your tumblr asking for requests. Expand the type of idea you're willing to write - not everything needs to be a 100K multichap, so think of a oneshot idea and write that instead.

Every time you think about posting a fic, you get so anxious you just stop writing

Write something that you're not planning to post. Write something by hand so that you can't post it without making the decision to transcribe it and post it later. Focus on the writing instead of the possible audience reactions to the writing.

You have an idea you love, but writing all of the backstory to get you to that point is so demotivating you can't even start

Make a bulleted list of all of the backstory components that need to be in place before you can get to the part of the story you want to write. Now write the part you're actually interested in. After you write that, check in with that bulleted list and see if any of those parts are more interesting now. If they are, write those too. If they're not, you're done and can move onto the next story. You can post those criteria as your summary or author's note or tags.

You have an idea you love, but all of the research you have to do first is so demotivating you can't even start

Do you actually need to do the research? Can you write the story in a way that hand-waves things (bring in some pseudo-science or a Fantasy Costco or something to get around what you're trying to figure out). Is there someone else who has done this research already? Do you know someone who loves researching that you could get to help you out? Is the research just an excuse for procrastination because the idea isn't fully baked yet?

You spend so much time researching that by the time you're ready to start writing you don't have any time left

Do you enjoy researching more than writing? Is there someone you can partner with to write the story based on your idea and research? Do you tend to research and write in the same block of time? In that case, separate those activities out. Research until you get to a good stopping point and then write until you run out of research and need to learn more.

Every time you start writing, someone interrupts you

If the interruptions come via social media or other online means, mute your notifications while you're writing. Change your status from online to do not disturb. If the interruptions are IRL, have a conversation with your family or roommates and work out an agreement where you can get blocks of time without interruptions or where you can put up a signal that you're writing and can't be disturbed. Get a whiteboard or sticky notes or something so that people can write down what they need from you and you can check it when you're done.

Every time you try to write, you get distracted by a bunch of other things and can't actually get much writing done

If you write on a device that connects to the internet, you can get really distracted by the internet. There are lots of tools out there to block out those kinds of distractions to help you right (example). You can also try writing by hand on paper so that the internet is further away from the task.

Writing is really intimidating. The blank page taunts you.

Start by writing out your idea at the top of the page. It doesn't have to be in-depth, it can just be something like "A and B are stuck in different locations for a long period of time and they discover they're in love with each other while writing letters back and forth." By doing this, the page is no longer blank so you can fool yourself into thinking you've already started writing and just need to continue.

When I sit down to write, I don't know where you start.

If you're in the process of writing a story, try not to end a writing session on the end of a scene. Either write the start of the next scene or stop writing before you hit the end of the current scene. Then the next time you write, you have a place to pick up from and don't need to make a choice of where to go next. If you're starting a new idea, start at the point where it's interesting. You can go back and write the boring part later if you decide you really want or need to.

There are lots more things that stop people from writing, but I'll let people in the notes add more examples. If you're a writer, how do you make time for writing?

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