Writing A Fic When You're Uninspired:

Writing a fic when you're uninspired:

*writes half a sentence* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *goes back to doc* *re-reads last three sentences* *removes last half sentence written* Hmm I want some tea ... *makes tea* *checks tumblr again; one new post* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *checks four latest opened tabs* *remembers an old fandom you haven't thought of in years; goes to AO3 to see if there are any good fics for it* *opens three new fic tabs* *remembers that you're supposed to be writing* *writes a sentence* I'm kinda hungry ... *checks cupboards and fridge for snacks* *remembers that it's ten pm and you shouldn't snack at this hour* *remembers that you made tea; it is now cold* *drinks cold tea* *re-reads last three sentences* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *in desperation, checks twitter; it is a cesspool of evil so you check tumblr again; one update* *reblog* Hmm, I have too many tabs open ... *opens a random tab; it is a 70K fic with 1K worth of tags that you last visited three months ago* *reads fic* Four hours later: ... I should go to bed. *closes doc* Total words written: 44

Bananas

If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

How about you take a guess :3 TEHEE

NOO I SUCK AT GUESSING 💔💔💔

Aight bet. in tags 😎

HELP LMAOO

GIGGLING SO MUCH AT THIS THDGAKDO

@polkad0t1 hi ^_^

Boombox was just walking back home after an exhausting phight. It had long since become dark, but he wasn’t too worried because usually Playground’s streets were quite safe during the night. Though, Boombox has heard of murders happening recently. Most likely related to the feud between Playground and Blackrock. He wasn’t too worried about it though, because he could just phight off whoever tried to attack him.

However, to be honest, he was kind of too tired to phight right now, considering he just phought for more than two hours with short breaks here and there. Anything to get bux, right? Anyways yeah, he was excited to get home so he could just pass out on his bed for like two days.

As he walked, he started humming a tune, bopping his head slightly to the music he was creating. Eventually, he slid on his headphones and pulled out his phone, scrolling to find a suitable song to listen to as he walked, since he still had around twenty minutes to go. Soon enough, he found a song he liked, clicked on it, and put his phone back in his pocket.

Because he had his headphones on, he couldn’t hear his surroundings. Which meant he didn’t hear when someone started following behind him. And so he wasn’t prepared for when someone pulled him into some random alleyway.

Boombox spluttered and tried pulling his headphones down, only for them to fall onto the ground, alongside his boombox. He could still faintly hear the music coming from his headphones as he was shoved to the ground and the barrel of a gun was pointed to his forehead.

He stared up with wide eyes showing up on his visor. “Playground pest.” Spat whoever was holding the gun. And as Boombox was about to say something, the assailant pulled on the trigger, instantly shutting down all attempts to speak from the green phighter.