how does one develop discipline in the first place. it seems like discipline requires initial discipline to develop. it's a paradox.

you have to hit rock bottom so hard that you almost die

what if we saw shapeshifter versions of izutsumi?

Explanations under the cut

My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.

Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?

What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?

Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.

I don't remember where I saw this piece of advice so I can't credit it, unfortunately

But it was along the lines of "instead of asking whether something is out of character, ask 'what would it take for this character to do this'"

Which I think fits really nicely with this advice of making the actual action itself also feel in character

How I think I’m writing: Using eye contact, or lack thereof, to display emotions such as intimacy, shock, denial, or nervousness. 

How I’m actually writing: She looked at me, and I looked away. I tried to look back, but she was already looking at the sky. “Look,” she sighs, looking back at me for a split second. “I don’t know how to say this.” We looked at each other and time stopped, but then she looked her lookers at something else to look at, looking tired. 

And then they blinked and shrugged and sighed their way home.

ITS NOT HOPELESS ITS JUST JANUARY.

ITS NOT HOPELESS ITS JUST JANUARY.

ITS NOT HOPELESS ITS JUST JANUARY.

I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️

Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.

Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going

@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.

@sseanettles

Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD

I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.

What’s loved, lives.

A Dog on a Chair, Guillaume Anne van der Brugghen, 1860 - 1891

haiku of despair

directly asking merch makers in their preorder fundraising posts who makes their products & where & if equitable pay can be guaranteed to the ppl actually sewing their shit together .. perhaps a new trend this year

they sleep

where's that comic that's like, doing yarn things when SUDDENLY WET—cut to cat crimes—because that's happening to me as we speak

THE CRIMINAL

PNG | Burned White Paper