Not Quite Here

But here’s the thing

I forgot to account for the fact that my mom is a huge nature nerd

So I came home from school this afternoon to my mom with a list of different trees and bird names that she thinks I should name myself

Here are some highlights:

Devil’s walking stick

Titmouse

Cardinal (I’m not apposed to this one)

Jay

Peregrine

Pawpaw

Pileated woodpecker

Birch

Maple

Cypress (legit considering this one)

Dogwood

She legitimately thinks these are good names and she also came to the realization that a) she should’ve given all her kids gender-neutral names. She wishes she’d given in to her inner hippie and named us things like blue, moon, river, ocean, and sky.

and B) she wants to now give all of her kids tree/bird nicknames. She followed my sister around for an hour asking if she wanted to be named oak or spruce.

“my characters have a mind of their own!” - no i’m not mad and yes i know i made them up but i have no idea what’s happening anymore please save me

“i’m going to write today!” - i’d actually rather wash the garden path but the house is already pristine and i’ve run out of excuses

 “this is still a rough draft so go easy on me!” - i have spent what feels like forever pouring my very soul into this but i worry it’s terrible and if you’re mean i may just cry

“i’ll update soon!” - this is utterly killing me, i don’t know how to read anymore, what are words, help 

“i just had this idea and had to share it with you guys!” - this has taken me three weeks and countless hours please love and appreciate it

“This was a good writing day!” - I was, somehow, able to avoid most distractions and wrote more than 5 words. It was still like pulling teeth

“I’m excited for this project :)” - I’ve spent what feels like three lifetimes thinking, planning, and revising the idea, and now that I’m starting to work on it, I’m paralyzed by the certain knowledge that it’s not going to be anywhere near what I want it to be

“My characters hate me” - I have done horrible things to my characters that, if they were real, would surely count as crimes against humanity, and despite loving them, I love hurting them more. My final shred of humanity has me feeling guilty…guess I’ll just have to stab my characters a few more times…

“I’m not really feeling motivated” - I’m wringing out my very soul to write this story, and it’s left me exhausted. Random love will recharge me, otherwise I’m going to crawl into a procrastination hole for the next week

- “feedbacks are always appreciated!” pls how do i tell you that i need you to tell me what you think about this piece without sounding too annoying and needy i just want to hear y'all

- “this was fun to write” yes because i finally drilled in my head that i should indulge myself first and not think about what other people will like esp since the anxiety is limiting me from writing it exactly how i want to

- “a lot of stuff are coming fellas i can’t wait ;)” i can’t wait to find out how to bridge this Important Scene #4 to Important Scene#5 bc i am completely lost atm….i just want them to connect and go to the real action

- “no update comments please :)” they make me anxious and even guiltier over not updating fast. pls stop

- “who knows what will happen in the next chapters? :)” no one, i don’t know either

Sara Lance

Incorrect Godzilla quotes, but it’s actually canon

*DO NOT REPOST MY ART*

Freddie as a guardian angel!

He’s playing his music from a magical recorder that reaches whoever needs it ❤️

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I thought that would be the end of it.

Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (she’s bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said “You more than me.” because he’s attractive and popular. 

My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said “This would be easier with a wrench”

Tiny houses.

Not the concept, the notion, the Platonic ideal of a low-cost low-impact high-efficiency dwelling. That’s great. That’s awesome.

What really imagines my dragons is that in practice about 9 times out of 10 tiny house communities are just a way for rich hipsters to finally fulfil their greatest fantasy:

Merry: Pippin. *lays a comforting hand on his shoulder*

Merry: I think it is worth a shot.

Pippin: got it *wanders away*

Frodo: why would you do that

Arwen: well, now I must marry him. we ageed.

Pippin: :D

Aragorn: Arwen please

Elrond: so now my daughter must marry this hobbit

Arwen: I’m comfortable with that

Aragorn: please this isn’t funny

Arwen: you should have thought of that before you accepted the challenge, I’m engaged to Pippin now.