#I liked writing this one

[fizzy-watches-and-listens]

todd anderson forced me to write a poem pt. happy new year!

Happy New Year

Three words

Such small and meaningless word

Each with her own meanings

But brought together…

Your plant was wilting away before tonight

It’s leaves shrivelled grey and sickly

The stem crippled under its own weight

Sunlight would not dare pierce my cranium

Until you…

You gave your plant a stream of fresh water

Unleashed from a spring of your kindness

The vibrant greens and burst from the soil

Tell me what opened the floodgates

What would lead you to such a betrayal

Your hearth was quietly dying on its last twig

The once hardy logs lay ashen and black

The smoke risen high into the navy night

Soot stained the walls of my ribcage

Until you…

You gave boundless kindling and heat

Your oxygen roared this unwieldy beast

The flames grew blue as your love broke in

Tell me what gave way to such warmth

What gave you reason to be so kind

The blooming flowers in my mind

The braying fireplace in my heart

These things you briefly would heist

Until I…

Until I turned this blissful day to broody night

Until I took away you bellows

Until I mowed the lawn of my mind

Until I beat those few cinders of what was left

If only it was you who were the hand that

Guided my soul

Happy New Year.

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[fromcainwithlove]

author’s notes today: hey guys so just a warning there isn’t 100% explicit verbal consent even though they’re both really into it so remember this is FICTION, also they don’t use a condom :((( but in real life safe sex is important!!! please be safe out there everyone

a/n back in the day: kept thinking about ____ stabbing knives through both of _____’s hands to pin him in place while they fucked so here you go lol =P

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[crookedtines]

I finally took the time to photograph my vintage dip pen nib collection, and I need to share with you all how wonderful and diverse their designs are.

These two are my favorite. Just look at them! One of them is named Gorille and the other Mephisto, but to me they're little pumpkins.

And of course you gotta love the Pinocchio nib. You get to write with the nose of a tiny guy! Just not something you get to do anymore.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[sparkythecat]

Touch - A small TissueBolt fic :)

The only good thing to come out of being transported to this odd orange place was meeting this box of tissues. They seemed eager to get to know a record sleeve, with just those two being on a team, I was appointed by Limey to be on The Delinquents.

The Delinquents were on their way back to Roomy, being led by Limey respectively. "We need to go back to that hallway Roomy has! Who knows-" "Lightning Bolt walked off." Kit interrupted. "Wh- Kit! Go find it! It's probably off with that little menace Tissues!" "Aight."

-

It was really nice, being close to Tissues like that, we were sitting so close next to each other against one of the trees, our sides were pressed softly together. I put my hand on their's softly. "My team's probably looking for me right now, but I missed your touch.." Tissues giggled lightly, "I always miss your touch! You're always soo.. so warm!" I smiled at that, "It's probably because I'm a lightning bolt, electricity produces heat." Tissues hummed quietly in response and closed their eyes, still pressed up against my side. I kissed the top of their head and decided to close my eyes for a minute, never letting go of their hand.

-

Kit walked back into Roomy where the rest of The Delinquents were sitting and waiting. "Did you not FIND it? Where is it?!" Kit looked a little embarrassed, "I think I was going to interrupt something between the two.. thought I just wouldn't go near them." Limey sighed angrily, "Pilly-" "Pilly does not wish to see what they're doing, Pilly thinks it's best to just leave them alone, Lightning Bolt will come back eventually."

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[gunpowdercarousel]

I don't need therapy I need rabid gay people freaking out in my inbox

[rayveneyed]

nanami kento is the kind of man that makes people swoon without even realising it.

he's the kind of man to walk into a luxury store after work, suit jacket folded over one arm and a bouquet of flowers in the other -- his blonde hair still mostly perfect from the high-end pomade he uses. he scours the shelves, frowning to himself, while the attendants whisper and giggle amongst themselves near the tills -- an argument over who will be the one to talk to him, because he's intimidatingly pretty.

("just look at him," one whispers. "he's definitely buying something for a girlfriend."

"a wife," another disagrees. "c'mon. he's giving husband vibes."

someone hums. "but i can't see a wedding band."

"his mother, maybe?" says one other. "oh, i love when guys come in shopping for their mother."

"nobody's mother is getting a bouquet of a hundred red roses--")

eventually, one of them is volunteered as a sacrifice -- smiling and sweet as all attendants should be, she clears her throat. the others, crowded around the till, watch the exchange closely. "excuse me, sir. is there anything we could help you with today?"

her mouth is dry and her hands are clammy -- and when he fixes her with those narrow, burning eyes, her throat bobs.

"ah, yes." and his voice is deep and gravelly and drawling, and her stomach turns. she can only imagine what her coworkers are thinking -- hell, she can only imagine what she's thinking. her mind has stopped short. "my girlfriend likes this brand quite a bit. i thought i'd pick her up something..."

disappointment brews in her stomach -- and it's stupid, she knows it's stupid, because obviously a guy like that is taken. and -- she glances down at the roses -- obviously he treats her super fucking well. of course he does, because why wouldn't he? "oh, perfect! do you have anything in mind?"

"well, actually..."

he ends up buying one of the priciest gift boxes available -- fancy body care and perfume laid out in their signature boxes, decorated with ribbon and dried lavender -- no argument, no fight. he doesn't look for something cheaper, doesn't try to haggle or remove something to decrease the price. he adds, and adds, and adds -- and when she mentions a special offer at the till, a little add on for an extra 2000 yen, he accepts it readily. he inserts a black card into the card machine (of course, a black card), takes the beautifully wrapped bag, and thanks the girls for their services -- and just as he's leaving, his phone rings.

of course he answers the phone with hello, darling. of course he begins to ask his girlfriend about her day, the girls think with some amount of annoyance -- of course. maybe the curse of retail isn't entitled assholes expecting you to wait on hand and foot for them -- maybe it's the handsome men coming in to splurge on their girlfriends while you're painfully single and working for pennies.

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[stealingpotatoes]

the illness post is still getting notes (???!! <3) and that means people are still telling me to get better soon, which is really nice but im gonna be too powerful if i get any better

[lapdogchase]

[hickeygender]

tragedy enjoyers when a character perpetuates the cycle of violence they themselves were a victim of