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ladycatashtrophe · 29 days

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I know many people need their silly little scenario time before bed to fall asleep at night, but I for one also require a decent amount of immersive-daydreaming-time immediately upon awakening to fortify my soul for the day and that's why I'm an English major.

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rhiannonwrites · 1 year

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12.5.22 Oat milk coffee, blue annotating, thinking about some writing goals for 2023.

Feel free to keep up with me on tiktok 🫶🏾

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pretzelmath · 7 months

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ticket to the fair season af

#david foster wallace #infinite jest #lana del rey #girlblogging #2000s #writing major #postmodern #consider the lobster

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kaylaeljwritesthings · 4 months

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Me vs making every man in the audience at the poetry slam uncomfortable by reading a poem about my polycystic ovarian syndrome

#pcos #disabledcreator #disabled poet #actually disabled #creative writing major #writing major #college student

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mx-lamour · 5 months

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Introducing the idea of semi-fiction:

When you write about what happened during a LARP or other RPG you participated in. The emotional investment was real. Things played out a certain way. It all sounds like incredibly fake nonsense.

Throughout my writing degree, and even into my final project, I didn't know how exactly to justify writing stories that sounded absolutely fictitious in a non-fiction/memoir context. I sure as hell tried, though.

Now, four years after the fact, I remembered that you can actually just make up words. So, there you go. Semi-fiction is a thing. It's sort of like the magical realism genre, but realer and weirder.

#semifiction #nonfiction writing #rpgs #storytelling #writing stuff #shower thoughts #uncanny valley #that sort of thing #writing major

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godinvent · 2 years

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Why do literally no colleges have writing majors it’s pissing me off, is this just a Texas thing? How the fuck am I supposed to become a writer?

#college #writing #writing major #personal post

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universeinapen · 2 years

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The Reality of Being A Writing Major

The reality of being a writing major is going to college and not actually doing any writing. It is taking several writing classes but learning nothing from them. It is your friends who are widely different majors writing several essays, stories (for whatever reason,) and discussions while you maybe have done a single essay all year.

Being a writing major is literally doing anything else but writing for your classes

#writing #writers #writeblr #I took 2 separate writing classes and hardly wrote in either of them and 1 was a creative writing class #writing relatable #writing major #college

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sunspiritpoetry · 6 months

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underleveledjosh · 6 months

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Are You Having Trouble With Finding Writing Inspiration? Read This!

I find that creative inspiration often comes when you least expect it. Some people may even write a whole novel because they liked a certain flower they saw and center the themes of the book on what that particular flower symbolizes. So, if you are having trouble finding inspiration, just go about your day. Do not stress yourself out actively seeking it. It will come to you eventually.

#writing #creative writing #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing major #write #writers block #writing community #advice #writing advice #inspiration #writing inspiration #motivation

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cosmicbethy · 8 months

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Doing some journaling and other writings.

#writer #writing #writing major #associate's in the arts #creative writing

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ladycatashtrophe · 2 months

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I'm in a course that covers American literature and history during the 1800s (19th century) and here in 'Murica, this upcoming Monday is Presidents' Day, meaning that I as an American college student have no classes tomorrow.

I'm currently reading The Scarlet Letter for class and all I can hear is Hawthorne weeping in his grave.

#english literature #american literature #creative writing #nathaniel hawthorne #the scarlet letter #chaotic academia #dark academia #gothic academia #light academia #victorian #19th century #victorian child #victorian era #gothic literature #murica #hawthorne #english student #english major #writing major

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rhiannonwrites · 1 year

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Happy matcha Monday. Managed to narrowly escape an anxiety attack today. Didn’t get much work done but taking the win 🙌🏾

Keep up with me on tiktok ✌🏾

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pretzelmath · 22 days

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average 2006 college student

#david foster wallace #infinite jest #2000s #girlblogging #dfw #writing major #2000s fashion

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shegetsburned · 1 month

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archeology teacher w. kento nanami *ੈ✩‧₊˚

.nsfw. ⁀➷ part II

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s your first-semester teacher for your anthropology major.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who was recommended by one of your friends so you took his archeology class.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s considerate and kind towards his students, and has an inspiring passion for history although he comes off as stoic and aloof.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who laid his eyes on you the first time when you came after class to his desk to ask questions, leaving a permanent impression on him with your cute demeanour and bright smile. your interest made him question his.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose athletic build molded by his tight blue shirt attracted your gaze more than once while he explained roman architecture with his back turned toward the class.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose subtle eye contact makes your heart flutter and your thighs clench together. he’ll always find your gaze whether you’re at the back of the class or on the sides.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who won’t hesitate to take overtime if it means being able to deepen the subject with you and help you in any way he can.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who shifts closer to you while showing you slides of ancient artifacts, occasionally brushing your elbow with his.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s normally capable of separating sentimentalism from service, but can’t get you out of his head. thinking of you in ways he shouldn’t be thinking about when it comes to his students.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose hunger becomes more and more insatiable the more time he spends with you. his focus failing him every time you look into his eyes while he speaks or when you touch his elbow as you get up from your seat at the end of the studying session.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who closes the door behind the last student after a two-hour long class on a friday evening, leaving you two alone. despite his tired figure, he insists that he can still work on some subjects with you.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose explanations are unusually incomprehensible and languorous. you ask if you should call it a day but his demanding eyes tell you otherwise.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who leans on his desk, inattentively misplacing his stuff and shifting his weight closer to you, his cologne blesses your nostrils when his neck is to your height, forcing you to look up.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose heavy breath lends on your forehead when his hands grab the sides of your chair, pulling you closer, his thumb just slightly caresses your thighs sending shivers down your spine.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who gives up any kind of restraint and self-control that inevitably comes with the job when he lifts you up on the desk, placing a ravenous kiss upon your lips, his hands tracing your curves up and down.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who hurries his movements, skillfully undressing you with little to no regard for anyone that might enter and watch him fuck his student.

“n-nanami. is it okay?” you ask against his lips, already melting into his touch. you were certainly more concerned than him for the consequences.

but he had watched you for weeks, rubbing yourself against your chair, nervously biting your lips and nibbling at your pen while he taught the class. he had enough of your subtle grins and teasing smiles.

“i don’t care.”

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who gets off on your shy moans that echo through the whole amphitheatre. your hesitant whines are blocked by one of your hands until he grabs your wrist, pulling it down against the desk.

“let me hear you, sweetheart. let the whole school hear you.”

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who lowers your pants and underwear before unbuckling his belt and steadying himself right in front of your entrance, a grin on his lips when you ask for him by pulling his tie down.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who mercilessly pounds into you, holding your hands down behind you and bending your body so your back arches against the wooden desk.

you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his weight forward, asking for him deeper, but the sheer size of his member was already enough to completely fill you. whenever he moved, it bruised your tight pussy, completely covering him with your seed.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who places gentle kisses upon your ear and neck despite how greedily he fucks you. your nails dig into the desk to maintain yourself, every time he thrusts in.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who easily but patiently leads you to multiple orgasms, keeping you in his class for more than one hour of overtime.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who lets no part of your body undiscovered, leaving no place for the imagination when you end up completely naked as he eats your pulsating cunt just like you expected he would.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who watches you leave his class for the tenth time, but this time satisfied. you left a delicious imprint on his lips and his hands that he’d think about for the whole weekend. he knew he needed to have you all to himself now and promised he’d ask you out for a proper date next time, hoping you wouldn’t say no to a teacher who had taught you so much already.

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kaylaeljwritesthings · 1 year

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Confessions of a burnt out disabled human:

I’ve been disabled since one random day when I was two years old. That’s when the fates decided, El would have paralysis and brain issues.

I didn’t know I was different until I was 5 years old and figured out that I looked different compared to everyone else. I had two friends throughout elementary school who didn’t give a shit that I was different. But everyone else cared. From fellow classmates that bullied me, to teachers that compared me to my older brother… and not in a good way.

I got my IEP revoked because my kindergarten grades were good, only to get it reinstated in second grade because the admins started to realize their vital mistake when my math grade started slipping.

In middle school, my math teacher convinced my tutor I was faking my math processing issues. The tutor stopped meeting with me, even after my parents’ protest. I got a C in math at the end of that year, when I was getting high Bs and low As while I was meeting with my tutor. My middle school admins gave me the wrong English standardized test and they decided to rectify it on the math standardized test day. They made up for it with a measly Starbucks Frappuccino.

I was purposefully put in a dance class meant for 8-11 year olds when I was a sophomore. I was the oldest one there. I came home crying every night, but I was too loyal to quit. A year later I auditioned for my city’s little production of the Cinderella ballet. At the time, I had 10 years of experience. They gave me, a 16 year old, a role with 35-50 year olds. I signed up to audition for my church’s youth band when I was a junior in high school. The band managers swore up and down to me that they’d reach out to me to set up an audition. They never did (hindsight, I’m glad they never did. But my point still stands). No one takes me seriously.

I graduated from high school with a 4.29 gpa (dual credit). My high school didn’t acknowledge this as legitimate and wouldn’t consider me an honor grad because my unweighted GPA was 3.29. I needed a 3.3 unweighted. My high school purposefully kept my ACT scores in a vault for two weeks before sending them off, getting me and my family in hot water with ACT because they thought we were cheating. I got a 14 on the math… so… hah, no cheating. I got into college on a technicality because of COVID restrictions. I feel like a fraud. I constantly have to tell myself I deserve to be there. I constantly panic when professors ask me, “Kayla, what do you want to do with your life? When are you graduating?” Finding work as a disabled person is incredibly difficult. Do they really think I know? I’m just hoping I’ll figure out how to get by.

I started trying to date in the summer of 2021. And do you know what I have to show for it? Abandonment trauma and a fuckton of content for depressing disabled gay poetry. I’m losing hope. I shouldn’t have to disclose my disability. I shouldn’t have to worry what people might think. I want that picture perfect happy ending. I deserve it as much as my able bodied counterparts. I don’t want to be a bitter spinster. But, yet, so many people see being disabled as an immediate no. So hell only knows if love is in the cards for me.

It’s hard having disability pride. Its hard to be proud of what makes you stand out in ways you didn’t choose. I’m tired. I’m burnt out. I’m exhausted.

#vent post #disabled #disabilities #disabledcreator #actually disabled #disabled pride #disability advocacy #writing major #college life #college student #creative writing major

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ireallylikebirds1 · 1 year

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i’m really good at writing myself into a plot problem, and then rescuing myself from that plot problem by writing myself into a different one.

#writing #writers on tumblr #queer writers #ace writers #writing major #writers block

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