you, unimpressed: literally nothing is stopping you, inspiration is a fickle bitch and should not be relied upon, and if you don’t structure your time, self-motivate, avoid distractions, and do the work anyway, no external force can compel you
me, still facedown on the floor, now on tumblr: …make me write
Ok but for real you cant tell me that bella would turn to look at something or get up from the couch and somewhere in her body there would be a huge pop or crack from her joints of something and edward wouldnt have a meltdown in the middle of watching romeo and juliet thinking his gf just snapped her own neck
Yeah it’s cool to pretend you hate this site despite logging in via oxygen mask every day like a coward but I’m gonna miss this site when it tanks. Never have I interacted with a piece of media that is this entertaining and outrageous. It’s historical.
Tumblr’s polarity is truly only outmatched by Twitter to me. There are amazing and creative people here and then there are demons and scoundrels and the insane amount of micro-societies created by both would make any sociologist have a field day. You are always two degrees of separation away from mind-blowing confusion if you click any link on your dashboard. The constant stimulation…is terrifying.
One incident can change the entire course of your future… sometimes for the worse.
~*~
It started with what was later known as “The Prank”.
James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sirius had told Severus about the willow – Snivellus! He had to do something. He had to stop him…
… Or… maybe he didn’t.
Severus had been a pain in their arse for so. damn. long.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for Snape to catch a glimpse of what he was up against. It could satisfy some of that insatiable curiosity he seemed to conveniently have only when the marauders were involved… A nice little dose of fear to keep him from sticking his big nose where it didn’t belong – fucking git.
Maybe Sirius was right.
Wait… what was he thinking?
~*~
By the time James’ conscience took over… it was too late. Far too late.
Severus’ death was labeled “an accident”… No one but James, Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore knew what had happened that night.
James walked out of Dumbledore’s office in a daze, dizzy with shock.
It didn’t matter that no one else knew. He knew. He knew what he’d done.
There is no reason not to love your writing. You did it. You spent time on it. Of course you should talk about it. No. It’s not boasting, nor are you self obsessed. It’s yours. You spent time on it. Not them. Post about your art. Share with everyone. Because it is amazing.
write write write 