I’m the type of guy to gaslight myself into being straight . I know this because unfortunately I’ve done it 7301965 times and it hasn’t worked any of them..
Kalliope hands covered in paint, dungarees, sitting cross-legged, pencil tucked behind an ear, teasing smile, delicate shoulders, collarbones, lakes, romantic paintings, fingers in soil, bobbed hair, stretching your arm from the window of a driving car, picnic baskets, footsteps left in sand
Josepe scraps of paper, oil-paintings leather notebooks, rolled up sleeves, lost pages, leaning against tables/walls, crossed arms, family pictures, yellowed meadows, mountains seen from above, learning something new, inside jokes, bearhugs, broken marble statues
Paco skateboards, sunburnt shoulders, dirt under fingernails, running against the wind, smiley faces, fireworks, screaming from a mountaintop, toothy grins, heat, trembling hands, throwing your arm over a shoulder, trespassing, scratches, drawing on tables
Mikel soft voices, birds, cast down eyes, freckles on tanned skin, skipping stones, lists, a dog licking your nose, drawn up knees, ropes, overgrown walls, looking through a keyhole, early mornings, holding hands, old toys, licking quick to catch the melting ice-cream, swings
Alba sunflowers, standing akimbo, loud voices, balancing on a cliffside, brooks, brand new clothing, thistles, writing in books, being first in line, sunglasses, believing in the supernatural, braids, stubborn silence, pressing your hand against the window, medaillons
Dores polaroid pictures, feminist texts, dog-ears, combat boots and pink skirts, wispy hair, do-it-yourself, standing wide-legged, myths, holding the hem of a shirt, lightning, buzzing ventilators, biting your nails, forgetting pot plants, daydreaming, Shakespeare quotes, sarcasm
Imanol bare feet, dusk, ramshackle piles of books, cats, waltzing, talking to yourself, faltering record players, antique shops, corduroy, answering questions, fingerprints, collecting gifts, straying from your point in the middle of a sentence, pinecones, memories, rising early
guy i keep randomly remembering a fanfic i started writing a few years back that i’m nowhere near finishing.. i’m debating going along with it and updating it to ao3 but i donno
If this was “people from Montana” it would be an entirely valid summary of the play I’m in right now.
People from Wyoming
this. this this THIS.
I cannot stress how much it makes writers feel GOOD when we see our work validated. Please, just a simple ‘good’ makes our entire day worthwhile. Please, please-
You read a fanfic? Leave a comment. You read some original fics? Leave a comment. You read a short snippet of something? Leave a comment.
Please, please it makes us so happy.
if you read a fic, please just. leave a comment. any comment. you can copy-paste comments if you have to. literally any variation “i read this, i enjoyed this, thank you for writing it.”
the basic acknowledgement that their work has been read makes a huge difference to a writer’s motivation.