“You Need To Get Over It.”

Birthday AUs

My friends booked a nice restaurant for my birthday party, but you booked it for your party as well. I guess we have to celebrate our birthdays together now.

It’s my birthday and I want to spend a quiet day at home, I just hope no one’s planning a surprise party.

There is a pony in my front yard with a pink bow around its head and no, this is NOT the best birthday present ever!

We both meet at the bar at a birthday party but we don’t even know who’s birthday it is. I think it’s yours, you think it’s mine.

We were supposed to bring the cake for our mutual friend’s birthday party but we got in a fight over who should carry it to the car and now the cake is on the floor and HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!

You want me to guess the present you got me and give me ridiculous little clues that make me kinda afraid to even open it,

My birthday party is in full swing but it’s too much for me right now, so I grab a bottle of wine and go up to the rooftop. That’s where you find me eventually.

After we spent some time at a club to celebrate my birthday my friends are pretty drunk and ask random people on the street to sing for me. You really can’t sing, but maybe I’m drunk too because it sounds perfect to me.

Today’s my birthday, so I decided to post some birthday prompts. Hope you like them. 🎇

You can find more prompts at my sideblog: creativepromptsforwriting

Enemies to lovers romance is the journey from sweetheart (derogatory) to sweetheart (affectionate)

anthony bridgerton said “i am not a man of poetry” and then turned around and delivered “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. night and day i dream of you” all men do is lie

can’t stop thinking about percy’s claiming scene now let me hold on a second.

we have this child, who has barely just escaped death by a hellhound, seemingly being healed by water. the girl who kinda-sort-of-hates-him knows full well what is happening. his wounds heal. she mutters about how she didn’t want this to happen. this could only mean one thing. poseidon, they whisper. and sure enough, just above his head, is a holographic figure of a trident.

ngl i have chiron’s line memorized by now lol.

“earthshaker, stormbringer, father of horses. hail perseus jackson, son of the sea god.”

and it’s just beautiful imagery, because everyone bows to him. everyone, as in, even the ares kids who had just tried to kill him. and it hits different if you think about how technically, percy jackson is a sea prince. it hits different when you realize that in canon, no other demigod got this treatment. maybe it was because few children of poseidon existed in comparison to zeus, or that poseidon is seen as a more elemental and primordial god, therefore is shown more respect. it hits different when you realize that percy becomes a figure of respect and dignity.

whatever the case, this scene FUCKS ME UP. annabeth bows down, chiron bows down, luke bows down, clarisse bows down…and meanwhile, the kid in question is scared out of his goddamn mind. he just thinks: why are they treating me this way? i don’t want this power. i don’t want this attention. i don’t want respect. because, here’s the thing—he’s not used to it.

but from then on…percy will be treated this way, like royalty, bc technically he is. his father is the ruler of the seas, and the ocean has always been feared, has always been respected and admired. and not only that, but he grows into that power. it’s so interesting to see this little boy who was just told, in the most dramatic way possible, who his father is—and then see a dramatic change in his character during botl when he wants more power as he cleans the horse stables in texas and realizes that the sea was inside of him all this time. that he is unrestrained. it’s so interesting to go from a little boy who wants nothing to do with his dad and his powers to a 16 year-old who sinks his sword into the williamsburg bridge and causes it to split in half. like his father did in athens. he commands armies, becomes his father’s son as he screams out when he realizes that michael yew is nowhere to be found, and so, with that scream, he makes the ground shake. he unleashes that power with titans, with gods, with monsters. and he cannot be stopped from then on, when he realizes that it’s inside him, that he has no choice but to want it. even if it scares him, at first.

so that claiming scene creates, in my mind, this domino effect on percy and his link to the ocean. to his father.

earthshaker, stormbringer…it all comes full circle. and the next time a group of demigods bow down to him, i can assure you that he’ll accept it, grimly. because what choice does he have? he is poseidon’s mortal son, and still he makes the ground shake and the seas rise to his command. he is the camp leader—but each day that his powers grow, everyone questions if he’s truly half human in the first place, or if he maybe belongs to the sea, as his father’s lieutenant like zeus had suggested in the first place.

and it all👏starts👏with👏that👏claiming👏scene

something that stuck with me once, way back in middle school when i was still learning how to write - my teacher said "writing shock and tragedy is easy, it's humor that's the hardest."

i have been up and down the halls of academia. i have the fancy degree and the experience in publishing. i think i paved most of my own road with the little bricks of sorrow i had stored inside of me. i know i did it mostly with works that are blisteringly lonely. i know why we write like that. it's lifesaving.

but yeah, i mean. i also know how much people think that "sad" media is the same thing as "good" media. our human desire to connect is so hard-pressed that we immediately latch onto any broken themes. the bullied kids and the tales of inspiration. people keep saying things like "glass onion" and "everything everywhere" weren't actually good. because, you know, they're. happy. or happy-ish. happy enough. and we only value art if it's grimdark-adjacent.

do you know - people still consistently whine at me that my writing would be so good if i just capitalized things. i used to flinch. i get kind of a weird, vindictive little rush these days - i get to say thank you for the comment! i have chronic pain and this is how i conserve my hands so i can write more during the day :) grammar isn't real anyway! and now they're trapped in the room with me, you know? i get to pull out my map and show them how grammar is not the same thing as good writing.

writers have this thing. we scratch at our insides, constantly, prying our lives apart into splinters. prying the splinters apart into atoms. when we combust something into poetry, we control it. it cannot hurt us if it exists outside of us rather than burning a hole through the bottom of our lungs. it's not a wonder to me that so much of what i make comes out like a death gasp. i spent a long time at the bottom. i keep going back, too. when you're down there for so long, the only thing you can exhale is fumes.

but humor is hard. humor needs timing; which i can't promise in a paragraph. i can kind-of force it through careful spacing, but i have no idea how fast you're reading these things. humor needs a somewhat awareness of your audience, when really - anybody could be looking. humor needs us to understand what the joke is, why it's a joke, and to think - ha! that is funny. in tragedy, everyone understands the metaphor of a kicked puppy. in humor, you need to introduce them to the concept of a dog.

and forget about positivity. forget about anything not made for adults explicitly. every time i see a well-made children's media piece, i feel fucking horrible for the creators. most of the time, people see children's media as being sort of "not worth" applause, even though i'm pretty sure they have to work twice as hard. i have no idea how hard it must be to not be able to have your character just say. "well, fuck." something about a message of peace or friendship or caring - for some reason, that makes the media not for adults. like, okay. i'm pretty sure my father actually, out of all of us, could use a good book on how to control his temper and talk about his feelings.

but whatever. i write a short story about my ocd, and how it's fucking killing me. it gets an award. it gets published. i write a short story about my ocd, and how i'm overcoming it, and how my days are getting lighter and starting to flourish. i keep getting ghosted. no response. it just is lacking... something.

is this it, forever? you can be an artist, okay. but the trade off is that the things you make - if they're happy? if they're joyful? people will say it's stupid and pandering. you bite your nails off. you file your teeth. you hear something inside of you breaking.

the other day in a writing group, someone i'd thought of as a friend said: "you write so much better these days! i love what you make when you'd rather be dead."

Prompt List: Ways to Meet

A list of ways for your characters to meet!

Get stuck in an elevator

Meet in a chatroom

A is part of the team that rescues B and others from bad guys/organization

A buys B as a slave

A is a pirate and B is the leprechaun guarding the gold

By coincidence, A and B go to the same roof at the same time to contemplate suicide

A is B’s court appointed lawyer

A is the captain of the ship that rescued B who was stranded on a deserted island.

Two strangers arrive at the same hotel late at night and there is only one room available. It’s the only hotel in town so they agree to share. (Bonus if there is only one bed and no couch)

Flying alone and sitting next to each other on the plane

A is in a rush and spills coffee on B

A is asked/forced to show B around the workplace/ school

A gets hurt at the amusement park/ restaurant/ movie theater/ zoo/ whatever where B works and B is the one to patch them up.

A goes on the Ferris wheel alone even though heights scare them (part of a dare) and freaks out. B, who works there, is the one to comfort them and coax them off the ride.

Traffic has been stopped dead for hours and people are getting out of their cars to stretch and complain. A and B’s cars are next to each other and they start chatting.

Forced to work together for a school or work project

Reaching for the same book at the library/bookstore (bonus if it’s on a really odd topic like how to commit murder or theories about bigfoot or how to speak to dogs or just anything unusual)

PETITION FOR THE AWFUL CW PPG LIVE ACTION TO BE COMPLETELY SCRAPPED AND REPLACED BY A LIVE ACTION OF SBJ'S "MORE THAN HUMAN"

Spoke to a gen z person the other night and apparently the young folks don't know about the very legal sites from which you can access public domain media (including Dracula, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and other Victorian gothic horror stories)?

Like this young person didn't even know about goddamn Gutenberg which is a SHAME. I linked to it and they went "aw yiss time to do a theft" and I was like "I mean yo ho ho and all that, sure, but. you know gutenberg is entirely legal, right?"

Anyway I'm gonna put this in a few Choice Tags (sorry dracula fans I DID mention it though so it's fair game) and then put some Cool Links in a reblog so this post will still show UP in said tags lmao.

Write a love story between a very optimistic, happy-go-lucky funeral director and a depressed, negative wedding planner

You have the ability to see whether people will go to Hell or Heaven. You use this ability to to help the ones that are going to hell to become better people.