Thetyrantofanewera - Thetyrantofanewera

If your theme doesn’t scare you a little, it’s not deep enough.

Look, surface-level themes are cute and all “love conquers all,” “good always wins,” “believe in yourself”...but they don’t hit the jugular. The best themes crack you open. They dig into the uncomfortable, unresolved questions you’ve been avoiding. 

Why do we stay loyal to people who hurt us?

Is forgiveness selfish or selfless?

What does it mean to feel safe in your own skin?

If you’re writing something that makes you squirm a little, like something you wouldn’t casually bring up at brunch—that’s probably the real story you need to tell. And that’s also the story your readers need to hear. Vulnerability isn't a weakness; it's the damn foundation.

slides into your tumblr. hey writers. take this shitty meme I spent 3 minutes on instead of writing.

Hero, with amnesia: I don't remember you but I know I can trust you

The villain: .....?!?!?!

Me next!!! I can tell you how to hide a body with a concerning level of detail but can't find the correct synonym for "walk" until I consult google for two straight hours :D

Tell me you are a writer without telling you are a writer.

I'll go first

I have 1000s of pinterest boards that all start with a "project something" as title.

You know what? The Loki fandom scares me. Why? Because half of the shit I've seen is agonizingly beautiful analyses of the episodes, movies, and mythology, but the other half? All these horny ass mfs debating how to remove Loki's leather outfit with their gotdamn teeth. Shit is WILD.

edit: you guys I'm not actually hating I'm in the Loki fandom- (I will not be specifying which half.)

The Legend of the Snow Tit

Yes, I am dead serious and you read that right.

So.

My nieces live in South Carolina with my sister and her partner, and they just recently had snow. There were less than three inches, but I swear on chocolate and Timothee Chalamet's immaculate jawline that these girls spent six hours STRAIGHT collecting snow from my sister's driveway, all of their cars, the gotdamn mailbox, and both of their neighbors' driveways for what ended up being 12 buckets, five gallons each, of snow.

They said that they wanted to build a snowman that was taller than me, so that we could get married before he melted because apperently their only criteria for my future husband is that he's taller than I am. Don't ask... kids are weird, and these ones specifically are very distressed that I, at 19 years old, have not gotten married and provided them with a male, boy cousin. They really wanted a brother, but my sister and her partner don't want anymore kids.

Anywah, I took the girls to the mall today and it was about 50 degrees, and the snowman was already on his last legs. His head was lost at some point, likely to the heat. When we came back, the entire torso had melted into a ball vaguely the size of a golf ball and I shit you not, my six year old niece's first comment was that "it looks like a giant boob sticking out of the ground."

"I AM SPREADING MY TOES, THEY'RE AS SPREAD AS THEY'RE GONNA GET!" -My neighbor, while my sister paints her toes

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.