Thetyrantofanewera - Thetyrantofanewera

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

Damn this was supposed to be for writing so why do I feel personally attacked???

Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Just “Personality Traits”

These are the things your character claims are just “how they are” but really, they’re bleeding all over everyone and calling it a vibe.

╰ They say they're "independent." Translation: They don’t trust anyone to stay. They learned early that needing people = disappointment. So now they call it “being self-sufficient” like it’s some shiny badge of honor. (Mostly to cover up how lonely they are.)

╰ They say they're "laid-back." Translation: They stopped believing their wants mattered. They'll eat anywhere. Do anything. Agree with everyone. Not because they're chill, but because the fight got beaten out of them a long time ago.

╰ They say they're "a perfectionist." Translation: They believe mistakes make them unlovable. Every typo. Every bad hair day. Every misstep feels like proof that they’re worthless. So they polish and polish and polish... until there’s nothing real left.

╰ They say they're "private." Translation: They’re terrified of being judged—or worse, pitied. Walls on walls on walls. They joke about being “mysterious” while desperately hoping no one gets close enough to see the mess behind the curtain.

╰ They say they're "ambitious." Translation: They think achieving enough will finally make the emptiness go away. If they can just get the promotion, the award, the validation—then maybe they’ll finally outrun the feeling that they’re fundamentally broken. (It never works.)

╰ They say they're "good at moving on." Translation: They’re world-class at repression. They’ll cut people out. Bury heartbreak. Pretend it never happened. And then wonder why they wake up at 3 a.m. feeling like they're suffocating.

╰ They say they're "logical." Translation: They’re terrified of their own feelings. Emotions? Messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. So they intellectualize everything to avoid feeling anything real. They call it rationality. (It's fear.)

╰ They say they're "loyal to a fault." Translation: They mistake abandonment for loyalty. They stay too long. Forgive too much. Invest in people who treat them like an afterthought, because they think walking away makes them "just as bad."

╰ They say they're "resilient." Translation: They don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. They wear every bruise like a trophy. They survive things they should never have had to survive. And they call it strength. (But really? It's exhaustion wearing a cape.)

YOU GUYS SHE RESPONDED!!!

(I think I died and ascended I literally love her 💀)

Hi!! I've really loved your blog for a while now and just recently worked up the courage to send you an ask because you're basically the governing deity of my dashboard (I regret nothing.) Anyway, I wanted to say that I really admire you, and just wanted to thank you for what your words have done for me. A lot of that stuff has been really inspiring, and helped to pull me out of a writer's block/depression because of my mental health. I really appreciate you, your blog, and everything you do!

hi!! (´,,•ω•,,)♡ oh my gosh, first of all, thank you so much for this message. it genuinely made my whole day, no, my whole week!! the fact that anything i’ve posted could inspire you or help in any small way means so much to me, you have no idea.

you’re out here saying i’m the governing deity of your dashboard (blushing, crying, spiraling—what does one even say to that??), but you’re the one doing the hard work of pushing through writer’s block and taking care of your mental health. i’m so proud of you for that.

seriously, it takes such strength and courage to face those things head-on, and the fact that you’re here, writing, and even sending such a sweet ask? you’re amazing, truly. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ i hope you keep creating, because the world needs whatever incredible stories you have inside you. thank you so much for your kindness—it really means the world to me, and i’m sending you all the love, hugs, and sparkly good vibes!! ✧｡(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ｡✧ 💖💖

The power of "Almost"

That heading sounds like the title of a She-Ra episode or a shitty breakup poem title, but... you guys.

She almost loved him.

It was almost enough.

They almost survived.

He almost died.

I almost gave up.

tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here

WHO ARE WE? WRITERS!

WHAT DO WE DO? WRITE!

WHEN DO WE DO IT?

And there was a silence...