#Morning writing

[piggycyberwarrior]

Warm light made its way through the blinders- painting your bedroom in a cozy way- Honey colour mixing together with the white wall- twirling into pretty shades.

Appreciating the fuzzy feeling of the sun kissing your skin- back turned to the window- watching how the liquid gold danced across his skin- hitting him just right.

You thanked whatever god was out there, that you had the chance to see this. Him. So peaceful- snuggled into the covers- holding you close.

It was a rare sight. He was mostly gone on missions- and when you really do had the chance at sleeping in the same bed as him, he was long awake before you.

Pressing yourself more into his naked chest, savoring the innocent moment- humming softly as he instinctely hugged you closer- as if he was awake.

Sun gently warming you up as well- feeling how the warmth slowly spread over your back- seeping comfortably into your bones.

Everything was perfect.

Snaking your hands around his waist- face pressed into the crook of his neck- inhaling his beautiful scent, that you grew to love so much.Thoughts stopping as your heart swelled with adoration. His scent calming you- smile tugging at your lips with ease.

Something changed all of the sudden.

"You know that I love you, right?" you whisper softly- not wanting to wake him from his needed slumber. Heart aching at the thought that he might be gone the next day- away on some mission and you maybe never see him again.

His hold around you tightened as if he sensed that you needed comfort.

"I love you so much" but i am scared, you whisper into his skin. Tears prickling in your eyes- hating how such a cozy morning turned into dark thoughts of your lover dying on the battlefield.

Shoulder clenching- trying to make yourself smaller as the sun now seemed to burn your body- needles poking through your skin. Jaw of his clenching while hearing your words-

He was awake the moment you laid your pretty eyes on him.

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[the-wip-project]

40k in 42 days, day 12

Hello writerly friends!

You know what's coming, right? You know what I'm going to say.

So, I did the morning writing thing. I slouched to the desk that used to be the desk of one of my kids, I put away the standing desk thingy on top and sat down because there are limits to what I'm willing to do in the morning, I took a big gulp of coffee and opened the reedsy editor on my tablet. I didn't even look at the clock in my sleepy haze at around 6:40 in the morning, but I think I wrote for about 40 minutes, while drinking all of my coffee.

I wrote 722 words in those 40 minutes. 

Insight after this first experiment? I need to make more coffee in the morning. And yes, words do indeed come to my sleepy brain when I force it to do that.

Thanks, I hate it.

Now, this was a one time experiment, sample size too small and all that, but I guess I'll do it again tomorrow and see what happens. Hitting over two thirds of the daily goal in one morning burst is too significant to ignore.

Anyone joining me in this experiment?

[that-expat-girl]

We claim the night! We sally forth into its dark and glittering maw and name every star our own. On rooftops and dance floors we make our stand, marching to the beat, the notes, the frenzy.

And perhaps, around us, others may stare. But our battles are not theirs to judge.

[sanddollarpoems]

One of the best things I learned from you

Was to stop apologizing

You made everything my fault

Held guilt over my head like a knife

You tried to teach me

That taking responsibility for your ineptitude

Was the only way to keep peace

But when I stopped bowing to you

I made myself a promise

That I would never say sorry again

And these days I let you struggle on your own

No longer willing to be your excuse

No longer interested in your pain

You taught me to walk away

And I did it without a twinge of guilt

My sympathy will no longer find you

[thepraisedomain]

☕️ Nothing like starting the day with a warm cup of coffee, a flaky danish (or a classic doughnut!), and a side of savory sausage. Wrapped in my favorite shawl, I’m soaking up the sunrise with my laptop💻, a little free time, and feeling ready to create. 👀Just me, my thoughts, and a peaceful ☮️ start to the day. How do you like to begin your mornings? #MorningRituals #CoffeeLove #SunriseSerenity #CreativeFlow #SaraPraise

[debbiecohenswriterlymusings]

Good morning.

[thoughtsthatstayedwithme]

[frownyalfred]

It actually makes a lot of sense that Bruce was one of the few people left standing in the crowd at Haly’s Circus when Dick’s parents died.

Watching two innocent people plummet to their deaths is gruesome. It’s shocking. It can be horribly traumatic, depending on the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground. They might not have died right away. They might have bled and made awful noises that were heard even above the sounds of the crowd.

But Bruce is Batman. Bruce saw his parents get murdered right in front of him. And he knows the sounds and sights of someone dying. He’s hardened himself to stay calm in a situation like that, both through trauma and practice.

I think the image of a young Dick Grayson making eye contact with the one unshaken person in the crowd is chilling. A man standing resolute when everyone else is screaming, sadness etched across his face. But not panic. Not confusion. Resignation, maybe.

[theoldaeroplane]

worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

[uniquejellyfishqueen]

•6/29/24•

Her soul was reincarnated it was born dead.

An old would trapped in a young woman's body.

A short life lived too long feeling dead.

Ready to do anything to feel alive. She climbed the cliff and stood on the edge.

Her birth has simply been waiting for her to spread her wings and learn to fly her own way.

[creationfathers]

...As their bodies came together ...

... In that moment, it felt like the world had stopped . . .

... The time stood still ... Their bodies moving with the rhythm of passion...

... It's a feeling that they have shared with one another before . . . But in this moment it felt more powerful . . . More intense . . . More profound . . .

... But also just as fleeting as it had been every time before...

... when it's over, they will once again be left with just the memory of the experience...

[beepboopappreciation]

Robots with extend-o arms that coil you into a tight hug.

Robots with a screen face that display a heart whenever you're around.

Robots who trust you to know where their power-off switch is located.

Robots who triple back-up the memories they forge when they're with you.

Robots who weren't quite built for love, but that didn't stop them from trying.

[fandomtrash-whataboutit]

Never getting over Penelope matching Odysseus’ wits, his love, his intensity, and generally his freak. There was no other way to write their reunion. Jorge we had nothing but faith in you and you wholeheartedly delieved

[that-expat-girl]

It is the simplest thing in the world, to put some oil in a pan and heat it sizzling, to crush garlic, fragrant, and fry it with rice and pepper, salt and onions, to cook while the sun rises over the sea and the scent of it all wafts wild through the house to awaken those you love.

Cooking is the purest form of care. It is the way we say those words which are both so softly inadequate and yet all too powerful...

[sanddollarpoems]

I must have gotten caught

In your spell

The cold exterior housing a churning sea

Eyes that see all

But lips that remain tightly sealed

I fell in

A leaf within a cauldron

But you kept stirring

Pretending not to notice

[bestjeanistmonster]

Dc au- felt like being goofy

…but since Shadow is raising these plants i think we can classify this as a case of passing on generational trauma.