Cesare

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octoswan:

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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(via keire-ke)

helens78:

hollowistheworld:

The worst kind of writer’s block is the kind where you know what’s going to happen and how it’s going to happen and everything other single detail but for fuck’s sake, it won’t turn into words.

THIS

THIS IS THE LAST YEAR OF MY LIFE

THIS

Yep. -____-

helens78:

gem-by-night:

If you are emotionally tortured by any author’s work please notify that author because I promise that is 90273% of the reason we write and it is the highest praise we can get

NO NO NO NO NO

The last time someone did this to me, I stopped writing for six months. KNOW YOUR AUTHORS. This isn’t true for everyone.

unforgott3n:

ficmemes:

Put a number in my askbox and I’ll tell you my thoughts on the trope you’ve asked me about and if I’ve written it myself, or if I ever would

  1. Genderswap
  2. Bodyswap
  3. Drunk!fic
  4. Huddling together for warmth
  5. Shag or die
  6. Undercover in a gay bar
  7. Pretending to be married
  8. First time together
  9. Amnesia 
  10. Crossdressing
  11. Forced to share a bed/fake relationship
  12. Mind control
  13. Handcuffed
  14. Wingfic
  15. Mpreg
  16. Mistakenly assumed to be gay
  17. Let’s play truth or dare
  18. Mary Sue fic
  19. Aphrodisiacs
  20. Curtain fic
  21. Hurt/Comfort
  22. Apocalypse fic
  23. Someone has a baby
  24. Telepathic soulbonding
  25. Circus AU
  26. Language barrier
  27. Historical AU

My askbox.

I was tempted to do this meme, but looking over the list, I wouldn’t have much to say about each one beyond “Hell yes I love this trope” and “I’ve written this trope, I just never finished or posted the fic.” :P

clawfoottub:

This is a little strange and maybe not necessary, but if anybody working on a fic or anything has questions, you can ask me. I’m an incomplete paraplegic, and between the bulletproof suit and his balancing between Storm and Nightcrawler at the end of X2, I have reason to think Charles is too.

Questions can be private or public, and of course every spinal injury is different, etc., but if you want to write a story where Charles is disabled and you just don’t feel confident about it, I might be able to help.

Re this post, the pertinent bit:

If you are a writer, and you have a novel idea that you are excited about writing, write it. Don’t go on message boards and ask random Internet denizens whether or not something is allowed. … Who is the writer here? YOU ARE. Whose book is it? YOUR BOOK. There are no writing police. No one is going to arrest you if you write a teen vampire novel post Twilight. … Trying to catching a trend is like trying to catch a falling knife—dangerous, foolhardy, and often ending in tears, usually yours.

So true. I had an idea for a novel which featured werewolves and vampires, and I was pretty fired up about some of the ideas I had. But then I looked at the paranormal romance boom and thought, eh, by the time I wrote it and potentially got it in front of someone, that stuff would be played out. “In a year or two,” I thought, “everyone will be sick of paranormal romance and especially vampires.”

That was in 2004.

(I’ll save you the Googling: Twilight came out in 2005.)

Aka: why I no longer look forward to getting comments after posting fic.


(PS: I tag whiny posts with “dear diary” if you want to Tumblr save yourself.)

(via clawfoottub)

comeonyoupainter:

You know the actual worst artistic feeling

is having a good idea, a really fucking good idea that’s really unique

but not having the skills to do it because your vision of it and the skills you have don’t match up and wouldn’t do it justice

#all my ideas

(via our-girl-friday)

I know at New Year’s we’re supposed to look forward and all, but it’s also a time for looking back. And while it’s a time for change, it’s also a time of avoiding that change by burritoing and procrastinating. So if you ask me about something I’ve written, I’ll write a timestamp or tell you a bit more about it.
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ikeracity:

codenamecesare:

daysofxavierspast:

codenamecesare:

pearlo:

He’s just so SASSY.

While I’m at it, I’ll appropriate this one, too. Imagine Erik coming across this on Dailymail.co.uk in one of those obnoxious gossip articles, and gnashing his teeth.

PARTY BOY; Does Charles Xavier Have A Drinking Problem? Mutant celeb takes a break from his Harvard studies to booze it up

SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE THIS. I WILL PAY IN COOKIES.

To Erik’s intense annoyance, he was starting to… not dislike Charles.

Part of him wanted to chalk it up to telepathy, but that was unacceptably mutaphobic; Erik was better than that. Charles was, like Erik himself, Homo superior, and even if his mutation allowed him to change Erik’s own mind… Erik couldn’t object without making a hypocrite of himself, and that he wouldn’t do. Anyway, surely if Charles had changed Erik’s mind he’d also remove Erik’s doubts, so the very fact that Erik wondered if he had been influenced probably proved that he hadn’t.

More likely, it was due to the simple phenomenon that it was hard to maintain hostility toward someone who kept turning up doing nice things while flirting like mad, no matter how often Erik reminded himself that Charles was contractually obliged to do those nice things, and seemed to feel honor-bound to keep up the flirting no matter how strenuously Erik ignored it.

“Hullo, good morning,” said Charles, cruising into the kitchen in his usual collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the throat open, and— Erik averted his eyes. Most days, Charles wore obviously custom-made tailored slacks, even to work in; possibly they had holes in the pockets or ragged hems that made them disposable, though only one pair was visibly ruined, with some sort of burgundy stain on the shin. Probably Charles had spilled $500-a-bottle red wine all over himself. Or knelt in it.

Today, though, Charles was wearing jeans. And while his slacks had obviously been tailored to look impeccably proper, his jeans seemed to have been altered by someone who wanted the entire world to know that Charles Xavier wasn’t circumcised. To call them “painted on” did an injustice to the superior concealing properties of paint.

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MORE PLEASE. I am really loving this.

I did the “search for your own tumblr name, see what image comes up first” meme and got this. Total pleasure to have my name associated with this image, of course, but the fic fragment is from March /o\ and just reminds me that I don’t think I finished a single solo story this year /;___;\ and I suuuuuuck