nobilityoftheearlgrey said: [text] the party is tonight i hope you’re preparing.

-Shit-

-Fuckingshit-

[Text]  Now I am.  I might… have forgotten.

-The party was tonight?!-

-It’s probably safe to say someone is still trying to crush his block-

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Earl calmly reads what Alfred’s been writing before bringing it over and putting it back on the table-

-Whatever personal thoughts they may be, Earl doesn’t comment on them-

A letter… That’s not as bad, I think.  -A small nod-  Perhaps it only sounds silly because you’re not putting it on your own words.  You’re desperately trying to seem serious and so… it’s all off.  Wrong.  And you know it.

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Why not make a list of all the points you want to hit in the letter, and then try again.  This time just letting it all flow from your fingers like you were talking.  Take away what’s not needed.  You can edit things, you know.

…You think so?

-stares down at the blank paper in front of him- -taps his pencil a few times on the table-

I guess I could try that. It’s worth a shot.

-after some more blank staring, he slowly but surely starts writing down some of his thoughts in a more casual way- -they’re sloppy and quick bullet point notes but serve their purpose- -he may or may not be covering them up though-

-it takes a while but eventually he moves on to the actual letter, but it’s even slower going and he constantly stops to think or grumble something unintelligible to himself- -and as he nears the halfway point of it he just- -stares at it silently for a while-

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-folds it up into thirds and then sticks it in his pocket-

I think that’s enough writing for one day. Thanks for trying to help me out.

-Earl gives a quick nod-  It won’t kill you.

-Earl watches Alfred for a few minutes before finding a small spot to sit and pull out his own notebook.  He wasn’t dismissed so why not stick around to see if his advice was of any use-

-Alfred can cover them up all he wants.  Earl knows this is something he shouldn’t stick his nose in without permission, curious as he was.  He’ll keep his eyes on his own notebook and the small doodles he’s doing in them with the sounds of grunts and grumbles filling the silence-

-Doodles soon turn to shitty poetry which turns to death threats which turns to a to do list of how to complete a perfect murder.  It’s a while before finally Alfred sets down his own pen-

-Finally, movement.  Earl looks up, tilting his head-  If it’s sincere, I’m sure it will reach the other.

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Are you talking for me?  Honestly I’ve missed you.  -He’s quite serious with that-

Hm?  -He gives her a quick smile-  Please, don’t worry. … What have you been up to?

Yes, I have too! -That smile just widens a little, genuinely glad- I’m sorry. I feel like the weeks pass so quickly before I realize how long it’s been. It’s so busy in such a small place.

-And it softens. She tilts her head a little his way, nudging him lightly- Just remember I’m all ears if you need to talk about it. I know things will get better, though. They always do.
I can’t say much is new, honestly… Unless you want to hear me become BBC Jersey news. Oh! There’s the Commonwealth games.

It’s understandable, really.  You have a bloody Island to take care of.  I’m surprised you didn’t drop out a bit more often to get some work done. 

Of course, if I had my own island, I would just delegate that to all the servants.

That’s up for debate. -He pauses, tilting his head-  What do you mean? Ah!  The Commonwealth games.  It’s that time already?

ask-fem-philippinas:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ask-fem-philippinas:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ask-fem-philippinas:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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-Earl has just been staring at his laptop for the last hour-

"Frustrated much?"

"Could be better."

"My apologies Earl, you should take a break from the computer though~" she replied breezily

"I never take a break."  A small sigh.  "It’s not like I need to finish this any time too soon.  I just hate being blocked."

"How have you been, dear?"

"I’m okay" she said simply, "May I say the same for you?"

"I’m not dead yet."  Earl gave a small sigh.  "Just a little bit of a writer’s block.  Nothing too horrible."

((Goodnight everyone))

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fromthirteencolonies:

That’s what I’ve been trying to do!

But it’s hard to refine the word vomit that is my thoughts. Whenever I write something down it just sounds stupid and it only gets stupider as I go.

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I’m not cut out for this kind of thing.

Huh.  -He goes over to pick up the crumpled bit of paper and reads it-

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Oh stop being such a drama queen.  You’re fine.  -Alfred gets two pats on the head-

So what if it’s stupid?  Keep writing.  Make the silliest story you can think of. And then make a second that beats the first out of the water.  It’s… it’s really all about you.  If you’re entertained, happy, aroused, whatever else you’re looking for… then it doesn’t matter if you’re writing something that others may not approve.  As long as it’s legal.

-!!!-

Hey! Don’t touch that!

-too late- -he huffs and sits back to listen for a moment, looking rather embarrassed because hello someone’s reading all of his personal thoughts-

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That sounds like great advice. But, honestly, you’re giving it to the wrong person. 

I don’t know if you could tell from reading that but I’m not writing a story. I’m writing a letter. And it’s not supposed to be silly, it’s supposed to be serious. Which is why I’m getting so frustrated.

-Earl calmly reads what Alfred’s been writing before bringing it over and putting it back on the table-

-Whatever personal thoughts they may be, Earl doesn’t comment on them-

A letter… That’s not as bad, I think.  -A small nod-  Perhaps it only sounds silly because you’re not putting it on your own words.  You’re desperately trying to seem serious and so… it’s all off.  Wrong.  And you know it.

Why not make a list of all the points you want to hit in the letter, and then try again.  This time just letting it all flow from your fingers like you were talking.  Take away what’s not needed.  You can edit things, you know.

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Chuckles-  You win!  Congratulations.  I’ll figure out a prize for you later.

I’ve been… -he pauses-  I can’t say well but I’m moving alone.  It goes with the block I suppose.

Being here again is a prize enough! 

Ah… -She pauses, lips tightening. Then she smiles, brows slightly furrowed-

Are you talking for me?  Honestly I’ve missed you.  -He’s quite serious with that-

Hm?  -He gives her a quick smile-  Please, don’t worry. … What have you been up to?

ask-fem-philippinas:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ask-fem-philippinas:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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-Earl has just been staring at his laptop for the last hour-

"Frustrated much?"

"Could be better."

"My apologies Earl, you should take a break from the computer though~" she replied breezily

"I never take a break."  A small sigh.  "It’s not like I need to finish this any time too soon.  I just hate being blocked."

"How have you been, dear?"

(for that meme) idk why but I'd like to see Earl in some AU where he's a hero. In a position where he's the man who 'saved the day.' I'd just like to see how he'd take it. Maybe in a spider man au :D
claudedink

Earl as a… hero?  That’s a weird concept… but one I’m willing to try!  Hard to picture since I make him out to be a literal human with no powers or influence.
And I highly doubt he would be a spiderman…  he’s not cool enough.  Hmmm…  It would probably have to be a superhero made up.

I like this idea.

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fromthirteencolonies:

-crumples up the paper he was writing on, tosses it at a wall-

This was a terrible idea.

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Probably wasn’t. You just need to refine it.

That’s what I’ve been trying to do!

But it’s hard to refine the word vomit that is my thoughts. Whenever I write something down it just sounds stupid and it only gets stupider as I go.

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I’m not cut out for this kind of thing.

Huh.  -He goes over to pick up the crumpled bit of paper and reads it-

Oh stop being such a drama queen.  You’re fine.  -Alfred gets two pats on the head-

So what if it’s stupid?  Keep writing.  Make the silliest story you can think of. And then make a second that beats the first out of the water.  It’s… it’s really all about you.  If you’re entertained, happy, aroused, whatever else you’re looking for… then it doesn’t matter if you’re writing something that others may not approve.  As long as it’s legal.

ravenshadows08:

"…." She stared away fuming a little. It wasn’t good reason, but his refusal for help had set her off. Felling a bit more like a personal jab than it normally would. Considering he’s refused before.

She gave off a long sigh attempting to douse the coals. “No….. I’m sorry. It just sometimes feels like you never want my help. I get it when it comes to your writing. Its your job. Your cross to bare. I just haven’t been all that well. So it was just enough build up to cause me to snap.”

"It’s not a cross to carry on my bleeding back."  Earl said, his voice growing stern, his defenses rising.  It was one thing to imply he never asked for help (and he never did unless it was deadly serious and even then…), but to assume his writing was… was a sacrifice?!

 ”It’s a joy, it’s a relief, and it’s my life.  Of course there’s going to be bumps and blocks in the road but this is not just a job.”  He leveled a gaze at her.  ”It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”  He kept his gaze on her for a moment longer before letting off a sigh and most of his tension.  Seemed his mood was feeding off of hers

"I apologize for making you snap.  Not my intention.  You have to realize, though, that…  Some things can’t be forced."

(Source: earlgreywithcomplaints)

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

There are many other things you could assume… but this was probably the best out of the lot.

How have you been?

'Ding ding ding' to me!

I’ve been fine. Same old. Yourself, dear? image

-Chuckles-  You win!  Congratulations.  I’ll figure out a prize for you later.

I’ve been… -he pauses-  I can’t say well but I’m moving alone.  It goes with the block I suppose.

fromthirteencolonies:

-crumples up the paper he was writing on, tosses it at a wall-

This was a terrible idea.

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Probably wasn’t. You just need to refine it.

godswatchingyouinthebedroom:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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-Don’t mind him, he’s just going to stay around and listen-

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[He’s happiest while playing an instrument]

[Though it ended and he calmly came to a stop in front of the man, quickly extending his arm to the tip of the bow was under the man’s chin]

Who are you?

-It’s a beautiful piece and Earl is quite entranced by it.  Though it soon ended and he was no longer just a causal observer which is quite a shame.  His lifts his chin just a tad but keeps his composure-

Greetings.  That was absolutely lovely.  Thank you for letting me listen.

I’m merely a stranger, really no one important.  Though if it pleases you, you can call me Earl.