Hold On. Your Hand Is Bloody And Slipping And Cramping, But One Day Your Tendons Won’t Remember The

i’ve been predicting that my responsibilities are gonna hit me like a truck and man am I starting to see the headlights

HELL YEAH BLOOD UPON THE SNOW MENTIONED

When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Baby/Child ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer

Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

To be Killed Off ⚜ To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ A Drink

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Fight ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings ⚜ Bruises

Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness ⚜ Food Poisoning

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Mutism ⚜ Pain ⚜ Poisoning

More Pain & Violence ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

Fiddleford was okay with not knowing definitively whether the world was ruled by science or by scripture, but when his head went through that portal he realized what he and Stanford were doing wasn’t natural for either

the thing about fiddleford is imagine this small town farm boy. born and raised in rural tennessee, all he knows is raising pigs and slaughtering pigs and serving up pigs at the dinner table where they say grace before each and every meal. his world is so small but he knows there's something bigger out there and maybe it's god but maybe it's something else so he goes to college far away from everything he's ever known. and maybe he's the first in his family to ever do it, maybe everybody is so proud of him or more likely theyre cursing his name for abandoning the family business and going off to live some heretic pagan lifestyle. but it's okay because he's found that bigger thing and it's not god but it's this strange city boy who's so alike him in ways that he never thought possible. it's this city boy who listens to him when he spouts crackpot theories and thinks he's onto something and sits all night with him until they hack it and the feeling of being heard and seen and believed is so incredible that he didn't even realise this city boy has six fingers on each hand until theyre high fiving at some unholy hour of the morning and frankly that makes him all the more special. and maybe that's love but he pushes that down because he knows what happens to men who fall in love with other men. and then college is over and the city boy moves on to bigger and better things and suddenly he's alone again. so he moves to california and he gets married and he has a son and he KNOWS he loves them he KNOWS he does but it doesn't feel the same. so when he gets the phonecall and that feeling comes rushing back of course he says yes, of course he drops everything, of course he doesnt think twice because how else is he going to feel like that again ? and for a while everything is perfect again until it's not. until it's scary, until it's keeping him awake at night, until it's starting to feel a whole lot like a punishment from god. he had his chance to stay in tennessee, he had his chance to raise a family who he could provide for. but instead he went looking for something bigger than god, and he found it, and now he has to live with the consequences.

at the end of the day when it comes to padmé i think it’s really important to remember that her closest friends are literally her employees. her only other friends are her coworkers. her closest friend for years was a girl she met at 14 whose job it was to pretend to be her and potentially die about it. another friend with the same job died in her arms while pretending to be her. she does not have friends outside of her squad of employees who pretend to be her and sometimes die about it and then her politician coworkers. too many of you are way too surprised that this woman is not normal about love or relationships or her own self considering all this

hello there~

may the 4th be with you doodle dump be apon ye

tfw the autoimmune disease makes you too tired to sit up straight but the joint/rib pain makes it too painful to slouch

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

yeah this is basically what my mind looks like at all times

it's nice to know my constants will always be there when I come back, with a ton of new fics to destroy me :')

i feel like being in a fandom long-term has a very specific repetitive cycle that kind of looks like this

muse (derogatory)