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Rules, Runnings, Requirements

Hey Y'all it's Erin/TJ from over on @tjthetyrant and @gay-missionary-offical. This is my writing blog!! Words in general are a big passion of mine, I love poetry, stories, songs, etc etc. This blog is gonna be where I shove all that love and creativity! After the cut, you'll find the types of asks I accept, the fun things we can do here, and what I work with.

keep in mind I am below 18. I am a minor.

Also, here's the Masterlist (which is also at the end of this intro)

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allthingswhumpyandangsty

writersisland

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I didn’t want you to yell at me!”

“I wasn’t going to yell!”

“But you’re yelling now!”

“Because you didn’t tell me!!”

sassycolortheorist101-blog

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

allthingswhumpyandangsty

why I mostly write one shots 😭 I don’t always remember all the details of the things I wrote in my previous chapters

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alunaloverworld

luna-azzurra

Caretaker Lines!!

✮ "Stop trying to act tough. You're shaking."

✮ "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

✮ "Hold still--I know it stings, but I have to do this."

✮ "You scared me half to death, you know that?"

✮ "I've got you. You don't have to hold yourself up anymore."

✮ "Just breathe. In and out. I'm right here."

✮ "You're going to need stitches and I swear, if you say you're fine one more time--"

✮ "Don't argue with me right now. Just let me help you."

✮ "I'm not going anywhere, so stop telling me to leave."

✮ "Can you squeeze my hand? I need to know you can hear me."

✮ "You're running a fever on top of everything else. Of course you are."

✮ "I found you on the floor. Do you understand how terrifying that was?"

prophetic-writer

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.

briarwulf

I laminated a paper towel

sookybrat-deactivated20221020

why does this have 31 thousand notes

glitterorgy

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

heckyeah-horseshoecrabs

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

I D K

bluejinxx

Write. A. Book.

heckyeah-horseshoecrabs

What if I did write a book

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated

paper towels

roman-rory-fallen-angel

I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT

dewchan7865-deactivated20190406

This messed me up.

jfc tumblr

29 June 2013

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In biology they told us that the eye doesn't actually see everything in the room, it fills in most of it from memory and assumption. your brain is just confidently making stuff up about what's probably there and you believe it because you have no reason not to. and i thought that was just a vision fact but actually it's the most important thing i know about unreliable narrators. your character isn't lying. they genuinely see the room they expect to see. that's so much scarier.

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luna-azzurra

Mirror neurons are the reason you cry at a funeral for someone you never met. your brain literally cannot tell the difference between watching grief and experiencing it, it just runs the program. and writers who understand this are playing an entirely different game. you don't describe the sadness. you put the reader in the body that feels it. the mirror neuron does the rest. you're not writing emotion. you're building a trigger for theirs.

tjthetyrantwrites

when people ask my why I force myself to recall sad memories while writing sad moments:

#yeah I recall the emotion #so you can feel it too : )#writing #writerscommunity #writer on tumblr #writblr #writer tumblr #writer #creative writing #tumblr writers #tumblr writing community #writer community #writer stuff #writer things #writers

writingdose

genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like

tjthetyrantwrites

can confirm. was once told my work 'had to be ai' because it was too choppy

#i was writing short form poetry #that was supposed to be choppy #because I was conveying passage of time and follwoing a weird syllable rthym.#it was a style choice #sighhh #cmon peole #writeblr #writers #writing #writer #writing community #poets of tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poets and writers #authors of tumblr #author #creative writing

writingblus

i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.

ariesrin

The worst part about writing is that sometimes you actually have to write.

The best part about writing is also that sometimes you have to write.

I will not elaborate further.

tjthetyrantwrites

yeah no we get it

#lmao yep #writing summarized folks #then sometimes your have to proofread #which is also fun and also horrible #lol #writer #writeblr #writers #creative writing #writing #write #on writing #writing community #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr

luna-azzurra

Just spent 45 minutes researching what a specific street in a city smells like in october so i could write the word "damp." the word is in the final draft. it is doing its job. it cost me 45 minutes and a mild obsession with historical weather records. worth it. the word is perfect. you would not believe how hard i worked on that word.

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brainstreams

Don't use AI to write. Use cocaine like a real author.

writerswritecompany

tjthetyrantwrites

still remembering when someone tried to accuse me of using AI for 'a letter to You'

my soul is in that one wtf you asshole. AI cannot write poetry like that

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