ts-sideblog:

what-even-is-thiss:

98. Where are your pants?
100. You’re my soulmate?

You said I could pick the ship so I’m gonna do logince because I don’t do that one very often.

Thomas was tired. Really tired. To the point where he almost felt high.

Roman was stumbling around, not really knowing what to do. He ran face first into Logic.

Prince was confused but Logic seemed almost drunk. Prince looked down and then looked again.

“Where are your pants?” He asked Logan in an incredibly dignified manner.

Logan looked down. “My bedroom? Isn’t this my bedroom, Roman? Oh, I am tired. I am so, tired,”

He looked at the prince with wide eyes. “This isn’t my bedroom. Roman, I am losing myself. And that means…”

He stared off into the distance for a good twenty seconds before looking Roman dead in the eyes again.

“Thomas is losing his mind,”

They both burst out into giggles. Roman managed through his laughter, “replace your pants!”

Logic did so, and then went right back to laughing. Then he realized he was laughing and straightened himself out.

“Roman, its clear to me now that I am delirious. Or, something like that. Am I? Will you show me to my room? Thomas needs to go to sleep,”

Roman started leading Logic away. “You can have my room for the night. Neither of us are sane enough to go all that way at the moment,”

They got to the royal bedroom and Prince let Logic crash on his large bed, while he got on one of the sofas at the edge of the room.

Neither of them could sleep, despite how tired they were. Logic spoke into the darkness.

“Roman?”

“What is it, nerd?”

“We are roommates right now,”

“Just for the night, yes,”

“And if the soul exists, we are part of the same soul,” Logic said, voice full of wonder.

“I suppose so?” Roman said, confused

“You’re my soulmate? For tonight?” Logic said, letting out a small giggle.

“Oh, for the love of, just go to sleep! You’re high!”

I’m still in love with this fic. It’s hilarious.

prehistories:

if there’s one thing to be thankful for its that tumblr has no group chat function it’s either a one-on-one faceoff in an alleyway or you’re outside on ur porch w a megaphone

jj-flemings-writing:

ariaste:

sarahtaylorgibson:

audacityinblack:

sarahtaylorgibson:

Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”

You can get the same effect of a lens flare with close-detail descriptions, combined with breaks to new paragraphs.

Your slow-motion montage backed by a Gregorian choir can be done with a few technques that all involve repetition.

First is epizeuxis, the repeating of a word for emphasis.

Example:

Falling. Falling. Falling. There was nothing to keep Marie from plunging into the rolling river below. She could only hope for a miracle now, that she would come out alive somehow despite a twenty-foot drop into five-foot-deep water.

Then there’s anaphora, where you write a number of phrases with the same words at the beginning.

There were still mages out there living in terror of shining steel armor emblazoned with the Sword of Mercy.

There were still mages out there being forced by desperation into the clutches of demons.

There were mages out there being threatened with Tranquility as
punishment for their disobedience, and the threats were being made good
upon.

Mages who had attempted to flee, but knew nothing of the outside
world and were forced to return to their prison out of need for
sustenance and shelter.

Mages who only desired to find the families they were torn from.

Mages who only wanted to see the sun.

This kind of repetition effectively slows the pace of your writing and puts the focus on that small scene. That’s where you get your slow pan. The same repetition also has a subtle musicality to it depending on the words you use. That’s where you get the same vibe as you might get from a Gregorian choir.

Damn I made relatable reblog- bait post and writer Tumblr went hard with it. This is legitimately very good advice. 

For more neat tricks (aka figures of rhetoric) like epizeuxis and anaphora, read THE ELEMENTS OF ELOQUENCE by Mark Forsyth. It’s both educational and delightful, not to mention overflowing with wry wit. Great book. 

Holy shit.

pint-sized-journalist:

theinkstainsblog:

artattemptswriting:

Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.

Once you’ve learned the basics and got to grips with this whole writing thing, it’s yours to play with!

“Stay afraid but do it anyway”-Carrie Fisher

ineffectualdemon:

What people think writing is like: careful planning and thought out plotlines

What writing is actually like: being possessed by an idea that you are constantly arguing with