I don't know who needs to hear this today, but PRONE is lying on your STOMACH, and SUPINE is lying on your BACK
a collection of motivational insights regarding content creation and creative hobbies
I’ve shared this story before, but some of the best advice I’ve ever gotten was from a writing professor who said, “The thing that makes your work interesting isn’t the stuff you’re good at, it’s the stuff you struggle with. Because you’ll either focus on improving those skills until you’re really good or you’ll figure out how to work around it in really cool ways.”
Newton’s Third Law (Actions Have Consequences)
Tim wasn’t sure just how he had managed to go from having everything completely under control and according to plan to being locked in a holding cell in the motherfucking Batcave while all of his secrets were slowly unspooled around him in a single afternoon. Well, he knew how—happy, protected Jason-who-had-no-clue-who-Tim-was had suddenly gotten all of the memories of angry, overprotective Big-Brother-Red-Hood-Jason and had proceeded to kidnap him, just because he was apparently a ‘hazard to himself and reality’. But it had all happened so quickly that he was having trouble wrapping his mind around this new complication.
“You know, I’d finally gotten used to being an only child again.“
The nice part about being a writer too is that even when ao3 is down I still always have a cache of fics available to me that are all specifically tailored to my taste hanging out in my Google drive. The downside to that is the author has left all of them off at a weird cliffhanger, sometimes in the middle of a sentence. What the hell is wrong with her.














