i am a weak swimmer.

I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.

Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

Unfortunately I wish for others to wallow in my magnificent mud pit

thank you for the magnificent mud pits, fanfic writers

i'm like a fujoshi but for dead people

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

what do you mean my childhood affected me