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CHAPTER 8 POSTED NOW
A million thoughts competed for his attention.
The air in his lungs turned stale as he held onto it.
Peter forced himself to exhale. It was slow and shaky, but his mind cleared and narrowed in on his options.
One, turn and run.
Two, get on the motorbike and try to out-maneuver them on the road.
Or three, go on the offense.
It only took a split second to decide.
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When you've been a writer for long enough, commas become more of a spiritual practice than a grammatical one.
Could I explain the actual rules of how they’re used? Absolutely not.
Do I rely on sensing a tremor in the force to tell me where to use them? Yes and this has never failed me even once.
I feel this in my soul
Empathy: I feel you
Sympathy: I feel for you
Lycanthropy: I feel awoo
Chapter 7 Published Now
"What do you want, Walker?"
Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment to check the time. Eight AM. Shit.
"Were you sleeping?" The incredulity in John's voice irked him.
"Yes. I sleep. People do that. It's necessary."
Bucky rubbed at his eyes and yawned as he swung his feet to the floor and started trying to find clean(ish) clothes. Settling on a pair of faded jeans and yesterday's t-shirt. The pile of dirty clothing in the corner loomed in silent judgement.
"You never sleep this late. In fact, you barely sleep at all. So, what? You had a late night? You got some hot piece of ass keeping you up till all hours?" John snickered.
Bucky's face scrunched like he'd just smelled something awful.
"Piece of… Jesus, John. That's low, even for you,"
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Sneak Peek of Chapter 7 - Like Real People Do
My burned fingers are starting to heal, although the blisters are still quite painful. But I've managed to do some one finger typing, lol. So I have about half of this chapter written. Here is a little snippet for now. I hope to have the full chapter out within a few days.
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"…and Bucky, you'll be heading this team. I trust you'll keep the New Avengers in line and ensure that there's no bad press. It's all about image here, people."
Bucky sighed, "We're not calling ourselves that," he mumbled, but didn't really have that fight in him today.
"I beg your pardon?" Val questioned, her tone making the spines of his teammates stiffen, all eyes turning towards him.
Bucky cleared his throat.
"We're in the business of saving people, Val. Not marketing." He met her steely glare with one of his own. As much as he despised her, he had to admit she had balls to stare down an angry super soldier.
"It's all about marketing, Mister Barnes. Do you think the public will continue to support a team of murderers and criminals if they don't-"
Bucky stood abruptly, slamming his vibranium hand on the table so hard that it creaked and splintered.
"We're done here. Thunderbolts, training room. Now."
The team stood as one, pushing back their chairs, gathering their folders and filing out of the room without glancing back at Val, her face a darkening red as she vibrated with rage.
It is literally impossible to please everyone. No matter what you write, no matter how "perfect" it is, there will always be people who have criticism. It may be kindly put, but there will always be people who wish you did your art/told your story differently. Constructive criticism should be constrained to objective issues or continuity, rather than preference, but alas, most people do not adhere to this. At the end of the day though, knowing that you cannot please everyone, make sure that in your creations, you please yourself first and foremost. You are, after all, the person who will read your story the most or view your art the longest. Create for yourself. Above all, write/draw/paint/sculpt/etc for yourself. Then share /that/ with others. But make it for you.
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Petition to change “he looked at her like she was the sun” to “he looked at her like she was the moon” and any other variation bc I look at the moon in wonder and love and amazement while I’ve only ever just squinted angrily at the sun
He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her except in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days she was muted, he complained. On days she was stronger, he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he’d never seen her before.
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I am a total dumb ass and picked up my hair straightener by the (very hot) blade and have burned my fingers. So this week's chapter of Like Real People Do may be delayed, as I can't type very fast one handed. Pretty sure I've also managed to burn off my fingerprints on two fingers. Yay me.
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I killed both of my main characters within the first half of my last WIP, lol 💀
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New Chapter Posted - Sorry for the delay!
The kid was hiding something. Of that, he was sure. He believed Peter when he said that he didn't want to put anyone else in danger, it was clear the kid had suffered devastating loss. That bright, witty, cocksure teenager that he'd first encountered at the airport in Germany was now a solemn young man who stammered and mumbled and apologized for existing. Bucky could relate.
