Writing Really Is Just Googling Synonyms. That's It. Just A Constant Carousel Of "I Used This Word Two

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

ive never not been embarrassing. it’s exhausting

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

i just want you to hold me in your arms

just once

when in doubt about whether or not to make a thing, do it for your 3 hardcore fans.

did you at least kiss the brick before you threw it at my head

canon klance is rly good food for miserable people (me). they both definitely loved each other at some point but there's no guarantee those timelines ever crossed. they were teenagers in the middle of an intergalactic war. almost all they knew was that they felt something towards each other, and the easiest way to deal with it was invent hatred between them. they spat in each other's faces and then turned around and uttered praise in thr softest voices imaginable. they sat in front of a sunset and talked about how much they cared for one another, and then never really spoke again. lance's first love dies and he never gets over it. who the hell knows what keith got up to. the war ends and they still don't know what to do about one another. their lines cross over and over and over again but they never stay intertwined. does anyone have a gun

YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!

Only power you ever held over me was the power of your cowardice. You were scared of being bested by a child, you were scared of not being obeyed, as if non compliance made you lose your dignity; you were scared of my independent mind and creative power, you were threatened by my intelligence and my sense to see reason.

That’s what you attacked in me. That’s what bothered you. And like a most cowardly piece of pathetic goo, you found this was worth resorting to violence over. Boo-hoo, I was smarter than you. Boo-hoo, I was okay with the way I looked. Boo-hoo, I wasn’t your propery. Boo-hoo, I could live without you. Boo-hoo, I didn’t find you worth obeying.

You think violence and torture made you more worthy? It made you unworty of existing. You think terror of you made me respect you? I was filled with nothing but disgust and desire to end you. Because you became nothing to me, unworthy of my attention or care or love, you were not worthy even being stepped over, so you forced it out of me when it was all far from your reach, far from anything you deserved.

You went against nature and justice to tear what you wanted from me, and you will be cursed with that forever. You will never again be worthy of anyone’s love. You have proven that no power belongs to your hands, you are twisted and unnatural and reaching for what isn’t yours. Rot in contempt, you powerless, disgusting rat. Nobody wants your violence.

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What’s something about Ron Weasley as a character that you think is underrated?

That Ron is really, really funny, and that his sense of humour isn't a sign of immaturity or gratuitous comic relief for the reader's sake, but an absolutely essential part of what both Harry and Hermione value in Ron as a character as an antidote to their own tendencies (moodiness and seriousness/anxiousness, respectively). Ron makes bad days bearable to get through for the people around him. I think people mistake Ron making jokes for a lack of emotional awareness, but I actually think it’s the opposite. By the series end Ron is literally the most emotionally well-adjusted of the central canon characters. That line about Peeves’ poem right at the end of DH when the war is won (“Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?”) is a) brilliant and b) such a great manifesto for how Ron’s outlook on the world — not humour as emotional avoidance, but humour that sits within all the grief and pain and suffering, and makes it that bit more bearable. So yeah Ron Weasley’s love for chuckles is Important and Overlooked and I will keep saying it til I am blue in the face