5. Surprisingly, Those 18 Pages I Wrote at 2am Aren’t Any Good: A Memoir
4. Where the fuck do I go from here?
3. How the fuck do I get there?
2. *opens folder* *sees 42 WIPs* *doesn’t want to work on any of them*
1. When a wire snaps inside your brain and everything you write comes out like this: She turned around and looked at him. He looked at her. They looked at each other. He was the first to look away. When he looked up again, she was still looking at him. ‘Don’t look,’ she snapped, looking at him, and –
listen i know you’d be shot for breaching security or whatever if you tried, but the fact that you can swim in those giant tanks of water they use to cool the spent fuel rods in nuclear power plants without suffering lethal levels of exposure to radiation makes them a temptation of biblical proportions
It’s actually pretty safe to swim in the pools as long as you don’t dive too deep. I got this picture from the “What If?” Books where the author answers a ton of really absurd and funny questions using the science as we currently understand it.
“But just to be sure, I got in touch with a friend of mine who works at a research reactor, and asked him what he thought would happen to you if you tried to swim in their radiation containment pool.
“In our reactor?” He thought about it for a moment. “You’d die pretty quickly, before reaching the water, from gunshot wounds.””
Eddie, trying to sleep @ 3am: V, my darling, my love, I beg you, please let me sleep, I have to write an article tomorrow
Venom, screaming in Eddie’s mind: TELL ME WHY!! AIN’T NOTHIN BUT A HEAAARTACHEEEE!! TELL ME WHY!! AIN’T NOTHIN BUT A MIIISTAKEEEE!! TELL ME WHY!! I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAAAYYY!! I! WANT! IT! THAT! WAY!!!
Eddie *petting venom*: Soft and squishy soft and squishy~
Venom *bites Eddie*: SHARP AND POINTY SHARP AND POINTY