#dear void

Dawdling along the idea that the Matrix just spoke to them in different ways. Optimus felt the sparks of the whole of Transformer kind, and the pain so many of them were in [under the heel of the Functionists, and facing rising war]. Rodimus was half dead(er than Orion Pax was when he found the Matrix) and it saved him*.

Imo Rodimus would have cracked feeling the pressure of all that pain, meanwhile Orion/Optimus was motivated to fix [all of that]. Maybe the Matrix speaks to its Prime in whatever language will strengthen them the most.

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Thank you and have a great day!

Wh... what.

Purple and cool,

so, what is time blindness? basically, it's when you have trouble sensing the passing of time or can't remember when things took place. you might also be bad with deadlines or time management and/or prone to procrastinating and losing track of time. long story short, time is just super wonky in a lot of ways, and that's okay! time blindness is often a diagnosed symptom of adhd, asd and other things that google calls "neurodevelopmental disorders" but i like to call neurodivergency, but it can actually happen to anyone.

personally, i struggle with time blindness a lot: my memory is already absolute shit, but i often can't tell how much time has passed and i'm always checking my phone or my watch so that i don't lose track of time and miss something/end up late/spend too long on one thing. people say that using planners/timers help, and really, for me they don't-- but i try to always have something to tell time with in the room i'm in, and i occasionally set alarms as reminders to tell me how much time i have until something starts. i'm chronically horrible with deadlines, so i try and convince myself that things are due well before they actually are, and if i get them in between that date and the actual due date, then all the better! granted, there are still things i was meant to finish in september that i still haven't touched, but there are also things due in a week's time that i'm trying to get a start on so i can have them in this weekend.

i don't know if those really count as strategies, but most of the ones i found when researching did not work for me whatsoever? so maybe these will help idk! and if you wanna know more, you can do a quick google and find TONS of helpful info (or dm/comment and i'll give you some links that i used) :]

welp, that's all on this topic! see u in the next ramble <3

xx

How are you tonight?

Where do stories come from? The deep answer is that stories come from the human need to connect with other humans through time and space, and share an emotional and mental bond with someone else, even if that someone is a person that one can never meet because they have long returned to stardust. And yet I don't feel that way when I write. Do other writers feel that way when they create their stories? Do artists when they create their art? Do musicians? Maybe that's the purpose of a story, but then the question remains, like a hole in a piece of jewelry where a gemstone is supposed to be.

When I write, I don't consciously think about the story that I'm telling. I forget which author said it, but one famous author said that writing a book is following characters through the story and writing everything down that happens to them as quickly as they can, and that's more or less my method. I constantly have a movie playing in my brain. One that I would like to share with others because I think it's a good movie. Solid acting, nice camera framing, lovely lighting, and a damn good soundtrack now and again (anyone but Hans Zimmer). But since I can't connect my brain to other brains, I can't mentally share this movie (and I pity the day that scientists find that technology and plug my brain into someone else's. I hope they're ready for a lot of screaming), I have to write it down as it happens, as quickly as I can. Editing is going back and adding in the little bits of details or conversation I might have had to skip in order to keep up.

I say all this because I had a moment (if a few hours can be considered a moment) where the movie wouldn't play. The film was tangled, the projector light was off, and the sound system was missing a few wires. I was able to switch movies, which helped for a while, until that one became tangled too. As I was left reeling, scrambling to get the movie to play again with a sick stomach and headache like a vice, I wondered - "Where has the story gone? And why can't I make it go?" My characters were literally just standing there, staring at each other, waiting for me to give them lines so they could continue their performance, but there was only silence. It was only through some screaming, some whining, and a very forceful prod from a fellow writer (thank you so much @feather-dancer, your suggestion legit got the story moving again) that I was able to get the film untangled, give the characters their scripts, and shout "Action!" like I was actually in charge.

It made me wonder, "Where do stories come from, if I'm able to lose them so easily?" Is it because my source of stories isn't from a deep, profound place? Or was it really just because I had too much sugar for lunch and was going through a mild anxiety attack? The laws of physics say that something cannot exist from nothing, and that something must be present in order for something to be created. Everything is made up of atoms and molecules, which are in turn made out of quarks and dark matter (don't @ me, I'm a writer, not a scientist), so a story must come from somewhere. There must be some source particle of stories that can be drawn from.

Is it in you, dear void? I would like to think so. Even empty space isn't empty, if you look hard enough.

Everything must come from something.

Have a nice night, dear void. And have pleasant dreams.

Tumblr is being freaky and isn’t letting me edit submission posts to add my comments(which I guess makes sense).

Would it be better for me to do what I’ve been doing and 

-copy and paste the submission into a new post and @ the person who submitted

or

-post the submission and then reblog with the comments?

Erumika | The Intern | AU  Summary: Erwin was the General Attorney working for his reelection, married to his job, too pragmatic and focused… until he met Mikasa, the intern. He enjoyed her company –maybe way too much. Inspired by Love Actually.

Chapter 4: Just a gift

Chapter summary: He buys candies for Mikasa as a thank you gift. An energetic salesgirl explains to him the meaning of the gemstone-shaped candies and he chooses the peridots cardamom-flavored. But Erwin wonders if the note and gift are a mistake, and her silence is making him anxious because he kinda realized and kinda denied she meant more than he ever expected.