Sam never saw what it was like for his father, but he’d seen enough of what his mother went through to know that he doesn’t want to suffer the same fate.
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I hate chaos magic.
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No alcohol, though. Unfortunately for all my poor sober characters lol.
The first thing Sam notices are his eyes. They’re damn near ethereal; a shimmering blue like the surface of a cool lake on a hot summer afternoon.
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He doesn’t remember it at all, but his baby book was filled with pictures of him as both a chubby blonde baby and a little orange kitten who’s ears were too big for his head.
You have been visited by the Thor of Positivity™! Take pride in your work and be confident in it! It may not be perfect but he knows you are working very hard and pouring your passion into it and therefore it is a Good Thing.
THE THOR OF POSITIVITY SHALL NOW AND FOREVER MORE BE THE BEST THING EVER
If you listen to Lord Huron enough you realize it’s literally all the same song. I’m not kidding. Same melody, different key, different words, but it’s all the same haunting music about falling in love with ghosts and being sad about it around nature.
Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop listening to it and throwing it on my writing playlists though.
I probably shouldn’t complain but it has been an absolute shit year for my writing so far. I’ve posted about 25,000 words so far and landed myself a whopping 35 kudos.
Stand back guys, I don’t think I can handle all this productivity. /s
I wanna know who the fuck stole my will to write and which parking lot do I have to throw down in to get it back.
Writing is slamming out an epic battle in one afternoon and then getting stuck on how a character walks across the room for three weeks
Is anyone awake?
Okay, quick question – if a man were to be described as looking like “he’d been sitting on his own balls for the past twenty years” is that a) funny? and b) conveying a sense that this dude looks really unhappy, uncomfortable, and generally pissed off?
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