Man I don’t even have the smallest idea for a title to my story, damn


thesylverlining:

yo why have your character’s mom just be a mom when she could actually be doing stuff like moms are people too, even pokemon figured that out eventually

Feel this. Kayo’s parents are kinda the rulers of the largest kingdom in the goddamn ocean so yep they’re sorta important and will probably do stuff.


I think one of the hardest part of writing for me is coming up with how to get from point A to point B. Like what is supposed to happen to make that one thing happen??? Idk why that’s such a big problem for me a lot of the time but damn.


stateofutobitha:

cutely-perverted:

Sometimes I wonder how big my dick would be if I were a guy

so, here’s something. i found a calculator online to help you figure that out

If I was cis I’d have a 7 inch dick apparently. (they’re talking erect i hope) 

(via queerlittlemermaid)


davejaded:

when I say “everything is better with lesbians” I don’t mean grossly over sexualized lesbians who just do the nasty all the time to please straight men I mean cute girls having adventures together and falling in love and giving cute kisses and having cute cuddle sessions or badass girls having adventures and kicking bad guy ass and falling in love with each other

(via norseaboo)


everybody on my dash is writing tonight!!!

burntumbra:

a lot of us for the “first time in forever,” apparently! I’M SO PROUD OF ALL OF US, GO US, LET’S WRITE STUFF AND CHAT ABOUT IT ~

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Q
once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable) X
A

uh oh, the badness in my brain isn’t gonna find this fun but i’m gonna do it

1. I’m very very simple, in the sense that it doesn’t take much to make me excited/happy.

2. My hair is kinda nice

3. I sometimes write okay

4. My heart’s bigger than my brain 99% of the time (which I personally find worth it)

5. I’m funny???? (still don’t know how)


teawitch:

wyrdmorrish:

excuse my ignorance, but can anyone tell me why keys are associated with Hecate? I have my speculation but I’m not entirely positive and I’d love to hear other opinions or experiences.
Thanks!

Hekate is a chthonic deity in Greek myths and keys were associated with her role. She was “you who possess the keys of Hades, who break open the surface of earth.”   One of her titles was “key-bearer.”  She was able to open the way between this world and the underworld. 
Source:  (d’Este, Sorita ; Rankine, David (2011-03-11). Hekate Liminal Rites - A historical study of the rituals, spells and magic of the Torch-bearing Triple Goddess of the Crossroads 

teawitch:

wyrdmorrish:

excuse my ignorance, but can anyone tell me why keys are associated with Hecate? I have my speculation but I’m not entirely positive and I’d love to hear other opinions or experiences.

Thanks!

Hekate is a chthonic deity in Greek myths and keys were associated with her role. She was “you who possess the keys of Hades, who break open the surface of earth.”   One of her titles was “key-bearer.”  She was able to open the way between this world and the underworld. 

Source:  (d’Este, Sorita ; Rankine, David (2011-03-11). Hekate Liminal Rites - A historical study of the rituals, spells and magic of the Torch-bearing Triple Goddess of the Crossroads 

(via wicked-bitch-of-thewest)


I’m just writing to get some creative juices flowing. Didn’t turn out as well as I would have liked but, eh.

"It was in that moment of heartache, with my nose turned toward that salty air, that the strangest of things happened. My eyes burned and my vision blurred. A hot, sudden stream of wetness ran down my face. For a moment I was baffled, and swept my knuckles across my cheek curiously. I tilted my head as I pondered the streak of wetness on my fingers, and it dawned on me that I was crying.

It was an odd sensation. The droplets…what were they called? Tears, I believe. The tears that followed the first came quickly and without pause. They ran between my lips, and I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw when I tasted them. I stayed like that for longer than I want to admit. I was not a king then. I wasn’t even a man. I was just a human peasant who didn’t know the first thing about surviving in such a foreign world.

Yet, though they were a result of the heavy longing that weighed me down, the tears gave me the most minuscule bit of comfort. I was nowhere near the ocean. Sometimes I even began to doubt I’d return to it. But when that salt water touched my tongue, it didn’t taste mournful, but rather marine. And I began to think, if my very tears were that of the sea, then how far from home could I really be?”


Papa always comes through for me and I’m just so thankful for that. I want to make him a really nice offering, but I don’t have much… I’ll give what I have, including endless gratitude. I also need to start doing some kind of routine for the spirits…anyway, thank you Papa.