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Would you ever write ur Chinese gays actually having the Sex
FUCK OFF THEY’RE TRYING THEIR BEST 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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[Silver@Miranda, postcanon] "I didn't come here intending to interfere." He isn't looking at her. He's staring, flatly, at the onions he's chopping rapidly into thin slivers. Hates that he always feels like she sees more of him, somehow, than the others. "Or to--insert myself into your lives in any way. I realise that's exactly what I've done," Silver swallows, ignoring the unpleasant flip in his stomach, "But it wasn't my intention. You have my word on that."
She tries hard to look surprised. She’s quite good at that. She’d even blinked kindly at James the night Thomas had finally embraced him. Miranda smiles gently, wondering as she always does who drove this fear into Silver’s heart. “John.” She doesn’t look at him, deciding instead to scrub briskly at a carrot. Perhaps another time she might have ignored this, or simply patted his shoulder, and let him wallow in his dingy, frantic distress. But it has been two years since he’d first turned up at their door. She knows how long to steep his tea, she’s cut his hair. They’ve nursed each other through fevers and frights, weathered rage and storms and loss together.
“Can you truly not see how welcome you are?” She sighs, and knows he can’t.She lets the silence hang heavy for a moment, filing up with the busy sounds of hands at work.“I understand, you know.” She gazes out the window, at Thomas and James lying tangled together on the scrubby, sandy grass. Closing her eyes, she thinks back to the first moment she realised how deeply Thomas loved his lieutenant. “They feel like flames.” She has never felt unwanted, she thinks firmly. Never wished for a different love, and a little voice, deep in her heart, soothes her. “Glorious, warming flames,” she murmurs to herself. They’re hot, and endless. Together they light up the world, devour each other, and warm those who curl around them, or lay a chilled hand on their heat. “I fed Thomas before, and you fed James after.” She doesn’t know if he’s listening, doesn’t know if he cares really. “And now, they warm us.” She settles an arm on his wrist, stilling him suddenly. “You aren’t stealing, John. You’re wanted.”She flicks the flint hard, lighting the hearth and balancing a pot deep in the heat, wondering whether she’s just lied.
Me: Maybe we should have a ko-fi page too.
Brain: You don't do anything tho??? Literally useless??? Finished works where????
Me: Fair.
Fun fact: I don’t actually know how to write I just slam my head repeatedly against the keyboard until words are formed
i don’t know how i can love writing so much when...i...never...actually...fucking...WRITE
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I need to be locked in a room and not let out until I’ve written like 1,000 pages
me: oh no, its later than i thought. i really want to write before i sleep since i havent in like over a month, i should start now
me, 20 minutes later: i want to hold one of those big land snails
In short, we write to remember more accurately, understand better, and evaluate what we think more objectively.
The Craft of Research by Wayne C. Booth, Gregory G. Colomb & Joseph M. Williams
