My View Is, If They Didnt Want To Get Blocked, Theyd Interact With One Of My Posts First. I Dont Think

My view is, if they didn’t want to get blocked, they’d interact with one of my posts first. I don’t think I’d ever figure it out if they threw a single heart at me first.

it must legitimately be a hard time to be a tumblr user who happens to be a hot lady in a bikini who has never posted anything ever

Oh hey btw: If you're starting your second draft of something and you're having a hard time editing out the useless fluff that doesn't lead the story anywhere, consider changing tactics: Condense, don't cut.

"Kill your darlings" is bullshit, you shouldn't throw out things that spark joy, just put them into good use or somewhere they're not in the way. Combine scenes, characters and locations. You've got two beloved but unimportant background characters with only a vague scraping role in the story? Combine them. Have just one, who now has the traits, speaking lines and the role of both of them.

You've got a Super Important But Boring scene, and a scene that doesn't progress the story but was basically just you indulging in describing a wonderful location? Combine them. Have the characters have that Super Important Conversation in the pretty rose garden or the lovely bookshop you wanted to include.

You've got two really cool locations that are in the same city but both only show up once, and it feels like a waste to indulge in describing them in detail? Combine them. The smoky tavern and the smoky witch's brew shop are now working out of the same building - the witch and the tavern keeper are now married.

If you feel like you have too much description or too many characters, don't throw anything out before you've checked if you have an empty shelf to put them in. Give the Cool Character Description to a previously nondescript character who only shows up to tell the protagonist the One Important Thing. Make the Cool Location You Described For Three Pages But Which Only Shows Up Once show up again later.

Fire raced across his back, searing his skin and leaving him shaking from the pain. Another line of flames struck him with enough force to rattle his restraints, then another, and another. Each faded away too quickly to leave him with worse than first degree burns, but he still sobbed at the pain, and the anticipation of being struck again. It was almost more than he could stand, almost enough to break him.

But that was the point, wasn’t it? She knew exactly how she could push him, how much she could make it hurt before he’d call out his safe word and make it end. And she’d kept him there for the better part of an hour, lowering the intensity when he’d almost reached the edge, raising it when the pain had subsided too much. She always knew, even before he did.

He started laughing, a ragged noise that almost sounded like sobbing. His entire body shook, wracked with the almost hysterical sound. Then footsteps echoed towards him, and a jet black hand caressed his cheek and chin.

“And why, pray tell, art thou laughing, son of man?”

The ninth image is my favorite. I don’t really want to choose between them, so I’m glad they’re together and I don’t have to.

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Sighs.

Unzips.

Astroencounter - TheBakaArts