We Spent The Night Trying Not To Die. One Of The Best Nights Of My Life, If I’m Honest.

“why does this character who has done terrible things deserve a happy ending, how can you be okay with that, why do they deserve anything nice”

well see it’s because the entire concept of what people “deserve” is a messy ethical quagmire that has really troubling implications no matter how you use it

but also it’s because i like fictional miserable little assholes and i do what i want

oh. I was wondering where your works went & I spent ages looking for them 😬 love that you’re back on here !!! and I’m totally loving all of you writings ❤️ so glad I found you again :)

So sorry about that. 💜 But I’m glad you found me again, and are enjoying my stuff! 😄 I’m slowly reposting some of my old stuff as I find it in my mess of a Google doc folder. :p

~Kat 💜

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside ❤️🥰

🩷 Right back at you, my friend. I think of you often, even though I’m not as active lately. I’d like to be but it seems I’m sick again, so other than reblogging, writing wears me out so I’ve paused until I feel better, but I always look forward to your stories, especially with Mr. Russo. ♥️

I hope you have a Merry Christmas!! 🎄

Thanks for the tag, @idaoftheburningmind!

Ah, takes me back to my Sailor Moon days, so this was a little bit inspired by that! This was fun.

Anyone can do it. ❤️🥰

deify your self 💫 tag game

tysm @pinespittinink and @flowerprose​ for the tags!! 💕

rules: using this piccrew by @malachitinous, create yourself as you’d look as a god/goddess/deity; feel free to either make this a chain or do your own post from scratch!

tagging: @writingbyricochet​ @mr-writes​ @carminasolis​ @hyba​ @kaatiba​ @ryns-ramblings​ and pls consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do this! you can say you got an open tag from me :)

Being a nurse is such a difficult job. Thank you for doing what you do, even though it’s often thankless. Nurses are so important. My aunt was a nurse. 💜 And thank you for tagging me, this was a huge compliment, and I appreciate it so much. 💕

Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

Here’s the thing.

I read a lot of scripts.  A lot.  From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies.  Features and pilots.  Specs and treatments.

And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff.  It’s more inspired.  It’s more compelling.  It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt.  It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful.  It’s smart and thoughtful and good.  It’s novel-quality.  Better than, sometimes.

Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.

So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good.  You’re good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  You’re better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it.   You’ve already started.

And you’re more talented than you might think.

{Sunshine}

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

Kissing, soft dark!Billy, soft dark!fluff, possessive behavior, mentions reader having braids, fem!reader.

143 words.

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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

Billy tugged on your braids, handing you your iced coffee at the bookstore. “Say thank you, sweet pea. Gimme a kiss.” He husked.

You chewed your lip, before reaching up on your tippy toes, and kissing him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tasted bitter like the black coffee he drank.

“Good girl.” He purred against your mouth.

Oh, you wanted to be his good girl.

“C’mon, baby. I’ll buy you a true crime novel.” He said, slipping his hand into yours, pulling you along, not missing how your eyes lit up.

“Can I have two?” You asked sweetly.

Billy clicked his tongue; “Greedy girl. But you’re cute baby, so I’ll get you two.” He teased you.

You reached up, and kissed his cheek.

He chuckled.

This was why you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet. But you would.

he’s a fictional character to you, i know him personally

billy would be the type of person to be dragged to a local book sale and act like he hates it but buys the reader whatever they pick up. not caring how expensive it gets, just as long as reader is happy