Some Fucking Resources For All Ur Writing Fuckin Needs

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

The teacher scoffed as he brushed past the angry demon, grabbing his guitar with a sarcastic chuckle. 

“You can get it yourself, Beetlejuice. You have legs, don’t you?”

The man walked upstairs with his guitar strapped over his shoulder, as he closed the door to his room with a sigh. He figured the demon would cause chaos below him until he got what he wanted, but Lawrence really did have a headache. And playing guitar always soothed him. 

@thebeetlejuice​

The demon didn't want it to end, he wanted to continue like this, he didn't want to imagine that one hour he would have to let go and feel alone again, sincerely, Beetlejuice hated to admit it but he had already tried to hug his own clones and had already tried to do his own clones hug him, it wasn’t the same thing, certainly the feeling was different, when he hugged the rock star he felt good, he felt happy, everything was so good, the smell, the hug, the comfort, but at the same time it made him sad and angry imagining that it could end, Beetlejuice's nails started to get bigger and sharper, his hands were gripping the rock star's clothes as if Beetlejuice's 'non-life' depended on this.

"I'm sure my Lydia would provoke me and laugh a lot ... Could we do this every day ... Maybe?"

Beetlejuice took another deep breath “Why are we like this? ... So... How’s life for a rockstar? I thought women and men would throw themselves at your feet or something like that. ”

The rockstar only chuckled  , choking slightly as his grip on the demon loosened.        “Hey.. Are you feeling alright? You seem... tense.”

He was very cautious now, as the music teacher slowly pulled his hands off his waist and to his sides. He was s l i g h t l y uncomfortable , but he could deal. For now.

you are not your mistakes. you are not your mishaps. you are not your past.

draco malfoy for @snakepitnet : favorite characters

me: omg I’m so shy like 🥺🥺

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