Knives! Get Your Knives Here For No Particular Reason!

I'll be crafting the most beautiful prose in the shower or the car, like stuff that even Shakespeare can't touch, or the most gut-wrenching, spine-chilling horror scene, but the moment I have a free second to write, the best I can do is "SUDDENLY there was a Very Loud Noise and everyone was very scared. AND THEN the monster appeared and went BOO!"

My brain the second I sit down to write:

I need the 10 or so people who follow me to look at this stupid ass whimsical little dog

He is actually a deer

Ohhhh god something something story uhhhhh.....

The first thing I wished I had been told about the snow was how fucking cold it was. People had mentioned it being cold before, but not one person said how immediately and completely the frost would settle into my being. How it would seep through my skin and muscles and pierce my bones with ice. No one mentioned how my hands would hurt from the cold, how hard it would be to curl my frozen fingers around my sword.

There were no bugs, no birds, and no wind. Nothing to hide the crunch of my feet in the snow. It was an odd sound. I was sure that snow wasn't meant to sound like that, but then again, I'd never encountered it before, so what did I know? My breath, steady and slow, fogged out in front of me like a dragon's breath. I eyeballed the structure before me, watching for any sign of movement. Arches and spires, the color of which vaguely resembled the rust on my borrowed weapon, towered before me. The bridge, and the platform at the end which the building rested on, dropped down into a deadly fall, the bottom and anything beyond that repeating structure obscured by fog.

The trail of foot prints in front of me had been filled by snow, but there was only one place they could have led to. The wind picked up, whipping little shards of ice and snow into my squinting eyes. I tilted my head against it and pushed onwards, nearing the entrance. I knew that my enemy waited somewhere inside. I knew that my mission was almost complete.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

My teammate said she got busted for using chatgpt today and I burst out laughing and said "so not only did you USE chatgpt, but you also got CAUGHT doing it?"

We need to publicly shame these people.

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

Me liking 38426274950 posts about the locked tomb at midnight because I can't stop thinking about those fucking weirdo loser characters

you will ALWAYS catch me being pathetic on tumblr.com

I think Nona would very much like the speech at the end of Minecraft. Especially the last few lines, I think.

I have more thoughts on this but I just spent far too long in the end and my brain is fried. Feel free to add on if any of you also have thoughts on this.