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…NOW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??! 😭😭😭
one sec lemme go and cry
Quick Armando Angsty Drabble, but imagine this:
Armando and Mike have gotten into yet another fight. This time you follow him outside and confront him.
“I don’t know why you can’t just be nice to him for one day, he’s your father after all.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest, feeling the cool billow of Miami night rush over you.
“That doesn’t mean shit. You should know that.” Armando says.
You walk closer to him, leaning against the railing of Mikes balcony. “It should. I mean, you’ve gained so much. You have a dad who cares, a step-mother and god father too, AMMO, me.”
“That’s nothing.” Armando grumbles.
You pull back, like the weight of his words have just physically hit you. “So I’m nothing?”
Armando turns, those brown eyes you love more than anything hauntingly dead as he say, “you’re nothing.”
Your heart stings at the punch of his words. “Wow.” You shake your head slowly, backing away from him.
Armando follows, trying to grab at you. “Baby, lo siento. I didn’t mean that.”
You turn towards the door. “No, I think you did. I can’t help you see the bright side of things anymore, Armando. Because you clearly don’t believe in it…or even us.”
“Baby, please,’ he grabs your arm. “No te vayas.”
You snatch away from him. “If I’m nothing, let me go.”
i wanna write something…
a curse mark was found on a newborn’s back, the parents, afraid and disgusted by it, threw it into a ravine, only to get caught by creatures of the night, taught to survive and thrive at their hands, now, years later, a mysterious stranger turns up to the village.
…its looking like coming out of hibernation yk
WRITERRSSS DROP ARMANDO ARMAS FANFICS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️
🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.
🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.
🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.
🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.
🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.
🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.
🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.
write the fic i’ve been brainstorming since i watched saltburn : ❌
draw scene from the fic that has been stick in my head instead of writing it: ✅
*sigh*
literally… its not even a joke atp
I want to date the whole Strawhat crew literally
*SQUEES* “Best One Yet” was delightful!! May I please request a fluffy fic of Wonka & baker fem!Reader falling in love with each other through their respective treats (his chocolate and her baked goods)?
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! THIS! I HAVE WANTED TO WRITE SMTHN LIKE THIS FOR SOME TIME NOW!!
now that i have an incentive imma do it!! Thanks love<333
THIS IS SO REAL
I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.
Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?
Where is my motivation to keep going?
It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.
It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.