#Writing is comunication

[longeyelashedtragedy]

i banged out another sestina in an inhumanly short amount of time. is it good? no! is it from the heart? absolutely. does it say things i needed to say? in its way.

i wish i could friends lock this tumblr, so i could feel free to post it. it becomes a little too obvious too quick what it's about, and honestly i don't need any bullshit from people who don't either fundamentally understand how my mind works (so like...1 person in the world lol) or care about me and have open minds.

the way people act in this world just grows more and more fucking exhausting.

[iridescentmemoria]

[bluespace-writer]

Seat saved for you

◇ Team Fortress characters 7th comic timeline and GenderNeutral!Reader - [platonic,family dynamic]

Your breath puffed in faint clouds, as the sun was slowly hiding behind mountains of snow. You walked through a neighbourhood, gazing at houses decorated on Smissmas with bright lights and other plastic holiday-themed decorations. You hold a small letter addressed specifically to you from your old friend, Scout, or now, Jeremy Willis, who was inviting you to join and celebrate holidays this year. You couldn't show up on previous ones, you worked alongside Miss Pauling, helping her get rid of even the smallest connection mercs ever had with the TF industry. You spend over six years helping them, just so they can live normal lives. After long years of destroying the past, you were happy to enjoy the future.

When you got that letter, you answered, promising to show up.

A cold wind was blowing the at back of your neck, as you slowly raised your hand to knock on doors. You waited, ready for someone to open them, tapping your foot over the wooden porch, in the meantime checking if you had everything on you, soon doors opened, and you couldn't stop smiling knowing you'd get to see them again, after seven years.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Oh hey! It's You !" Jeremy opened the door, welcoming you with a wide smile on his face "Get in here, you big dummy"

"Hello there Jeremy! I am late?" You asked.

Fortunately for you, they were just getting started. You put away your coat and presents you brought for others and change your boots, not wanting to dirty the floor with wet shoes. Scout led you to the living room from which loud sounds of laughter were heard. As you walked, you listened to your friend, thanking you for showing up and sticking around for so long. You sparkled with joy at every word he was saying, still in disbelief at how much this loud boy had grown.

"Alright c'mon before this gets embarrassin' " you smirked, knowing it kinda already did.

"Miss Pauling brought us a turkey! But just remember...-"

Both of you stepped into the warm bright light of the room, it blinded you for a moment, but when your eyes adjusted, you saw them all sitting around a large table with a smile on each familiar face. Not the fake one. No. It was the true smile of joy, happiness, freedom, ...of life.

It was something..... that even the most positive words could not describe.

"We couldn't' have done any of this without you."

...you?

You stood there, eyes slowly filling with tears as wide smile showed up on you face. You stared at Scout, who was pointing at saved seat for you, waiting for you to sit down and join them. You walked up to him...and gave him big hug.

"Thank you..." you wishpered, before letting him go.

You sat down, and noticed a man sitting on your left next to you. Was it-

"I see you finally decided to join us"

It was Spy. You tried hard not to freak out, or scream in joy, so you just cracked wide stupid smile.

Everyone started do what they did best, the started to talk loudly, asking you many questions about you job, life, family, everything! You were happy to meet in person their family members, little girl named Tanya was the first one to introduce herself and invited you to play with them. Other kids swarmed you like bee's, wanting all your attention to themselves. So did Pyro, who was holding your arm close to their chest, expressing how much they missed you. Fortunately you were saved by Heavy, who invited you for a drink alongside Medic, Demo, Engi and Sniper. Later Solider pulled you aside to introduce you to his children [with interesting choice of names] and his loving wife Zhanna, who gave you death threat if you try to look at her man in any funny way. At least she gave you strong handshake. Later Heavy's youngest sister Bronislava handed you over some pictures she took, from simple selfies to group photos with men you used to work with but never stop beeing friends with.

◇ ◇ ◇

Hours passed but for you it didn't matter. Time was not a thing when you were with them all, enjoying every second of chaotic energy they brought to this room. Scout was more than happy to see how you and his kids bonded, especially after you told them stories about how their father saved your life many times, how they beat up the bad guys and uncovered secrets together. For the little ones it was one check of a fairly tale, but for you it was your past. Then loud booming was heard outside, as sky sparkled with colors.

"Fireworks!" Kids shouted as they run past you, pining their face to the window and watching with aw how sky lights up on many different colors. As kids watched you sneak away, to join the adults in the living room, to take a break. Spy poured some water in your glass, and handed it to you with gentle smile. You took a sip and looked around, memories coming back to you. It was a long time ago.... wasn't it?

Well

This party just like every party will end, but memories from it will stay in your mind, sorry but you won't forget those nine morons in a lonnggggg time ha! Enjoy this party, even if you have to know it will end eventually, because this won't go on forever... but long enough to make fantastic moment that soon you'll be calling memories.

At that moment Scout rased his glass and shouted "Wishing you Merry Smissmas everyone!"

Team shouted with joy as you joined them, with bright smile on your face, feeling lucky to meet this team all those years ago.

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

The more 'evil' the whumper the more I want to see their downfall.

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

the way chapter 51 could have been the peak of phantom pain if it was actually finished...

this scene would have been so good if they at least added expressions...like seeing my lil boy Eli cry would have added so much more impact and depth even to his character

actually thank god it wasnt finished if I saw Eli sobbing like that I would have kms too

[brighthope4blog]

I love to write. It's one of my favorite things, but sometimes, actually... Most of the time I don't have inspiration and sometimes I understand that it's completely normal but other times I put a lot of pressure on myself. I don't know how many people will see this, but I wanted others to see that not everything is perfect, even when you're doing what you love...

[garadinervi]

Sarenco: 'Avanguardia 70', Centro La Comune, Edizioni Amodulo, Brescia, 1970 [Fondazione Bonotto, Molvena (VI). A Balzac A Rodin, Paris]

[goodluckclove]

Scott and Edgar have two slightly different strategies when they are forced to explain their sexless relationship.

Edgar: "Well I think society definitely places an emphasis on sexuality as the cornerstone of a healthy romantic partnership, but when you really dissect that you start to think about the things a person might seek in sex and all the other forms of intimacy that provide the same effect. It's actually a really beautiful experience if you're willing to be curious about yourself and the person or people you're forming a partnership with."

Scott: "Sex is cringe!"

BONUS Edgar, but the inside Edgar that only speaks out loud when they are tipsy or very frustrated: "Shut up. Be quiet. If you had a fragment of the physical intimacy I get on a weekly basis you would weep so hard it would make you throw up. Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what you're talking about, I hate you."

[randomwriteronline]

"Come dance with us, Takanuva," Kopaka says.

Takanuva startles: his eyes fall on the Toa before him for a moment before turning again to the Ko-Matoran festivities. Further away from them Nuju looks thoughtful.

"I never learned any Ko-Koro dances," he replies, quietly, sheepishly.

"They can be taught," Kopaka just says without batting an eye, his welcoming hand extended.

It's familiarly cold when Takanuva accepts it.

He is pulled to his feet, but does not yet join the celebrations. His brother takes him a little to the side so their slowness won't be bothersome to those much more confident in their dancing.

"Your right arm," Kopaka instructs, showing him the right movement; Takanuva mirrors him. The Toa of Ice's gaze turns half-lid. "Right arm."

The Toa of Light looks down.

He quickly changes limb.

His brother nods.

Ko-Koro dances are rhythmic, harsh, heavy, powerful, Takanuva finds out as he follows along - like breaking ice into enormous blocks: motions that in Onu-Koro are lighter become heavy enough to sink in the snow, strikes that in Ta-Koro are faster turn slower to build up momentum, swings that in Po-Koro are more calculated appear sharp enough to cut through stone; they maintain a certain minute grace despite it, like certain Le-Koro leaps or the ways they move their hands in Ga-Koro, and the Toa of Light tries his best to imitate it. The songs they dance to are instead thin and crystalline despite the strict pronunciation of their dialect, their pitch high and strong like wind through the icicles as the Matoran circle the bonfire.

The warm glow flicks across the spectacled white mask with a brilliant flicker, and as Takanuva watches it entranced a thought runs through him - are Ice and Light not the same element?

"Very well," Kopaka praises gently, "Very well."

He fixes his eyes on Takanuva and sees him.

It stuns the younger Toa when he realizes it, just for a second: he sees him. He doesn't see through him, past him, before him, he just sees him - he sees Takua, he sees Takanuva, when it would be so easy to superimpose someone else on him, someone whose armor was also grey and white, who was not quite as he seemed, who was much more than what he seemed, if one in a way so different from the other.

(But was it so different, in the end?)

"Very well," Kopaka repeats with the voice he has when he smiles without showing it.

Takanuva straightens his spine.

Nuju breaks their concentration, chittering and chirping and clawing at the air: Kopaka nods, whistles something that sounds in intention like 'coming, Turaga', and kindly pushes his brother among the cheering Matoran who welcome him without questioning his presence as another song commences and with it another dance.

Takanuva stumbles, unsure. Kopeke pulls his arm and shows him how to start before his Ice brother can do so himself; Ehrye yells out the chorus to the song, to teach it to him, but he messes up a line or two in his hurry before he gets it right, and so it has to start again.

Kopaka sings, too. His voice is powerful, rolling out of him like an avalanche.

Takanuva just listens at first, dancing as best as he can, slowly forgetting to look at his feet and arms and starting to have fun. He meets Nuju's eyes: the Turaga smiles calmly, content.

He starts off murmuring the chorus so softly that he can barely hear himself, volume rising slowly with each repeat; at last he's bellowing it out, syllables a little wrong but voice clear, by his brother's side, dancing just like him, singing just like him, in a crowd of whites and azures and greys that reflect the bonfire's shining light into a thousand stars like quartz prisms, until his throat feels sore and he's stumbling and laughing while holding onto the Toa of Ice's arms breathless and so very happy.

"You're a good dancer, Takanuva," Kopaka smiles at him.

"Thank you, brother," Takanuva replies, and among the dozens of things he is thanking him for on the forefront are welcoming him in his loneliness, and seeing him.

[letswritestories101]

Writeblr, I intend to start a new story but first I need to know from you, when you finish what the hell do you do with them? I wanted to write to post on a Wattpad-ish type of site, but it turns out that there is no longer a site to post your writing with no strings attached. What do you guys do? Do you publish or save? Did I really want to put my story somewhere? (It's not fic, so Ao3 is not recommended)

[hubba1892]

[iridescentmemoria]

[eyes-talks-ocs]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @winterandwords 🩶

Last line from a Febuwhump prompt I'm working on.

The void; the black was a welcome friend.

[miarbuzek]

Marzenia

Zdejmij z siebie ten ciężar

Ciężar ciała i serca twego

Pozostaw tylko duszę swoją

Niech lata wolna po niebie

A gdy zechce wróci do ciebie

[switchy-feathers]

Im writing a fic rn and I really wanna turn it into a tickle fic but then I wouldn't be able to post it on my ao3. What do I doooooo

[dr-fetish37]

Rejuvenecimiento Pt. 1

Soy Jeen, ha mis 30 años he tenido dos partos, mis partos han sido naturales aún que en ambos he tenido severas complicaciones debido a la mis problemas con mi presión arterial, en ellos tuve dos infartos y tuvieron que operarme para no tener más hijos.

en los últimos años he notado que he dejado de sentir muchas cosas en mi vagina, mis problemas con la sensibilidad han llegado a causar mi divorcio, mi esposo se ha quedado con la custodia de mis hijos y yo decidí hacer una nueva vida sexual, por lo que, he decidido hacerme un rejuvenecimiento vaginal.

la ginecóloga me ha comentado que no soy una buena candidata debido a mi hipertensión y a tengo el piso pélvico muy bajo, ha dicho que aún que la cirugía funcione, el riesgo de sufrir un infarto nuevamente o secuelas como la incontinencia es muy alto, por no decirme que es lo que iba a suceder.

sin embargo, no me importó y en este momento me encuentro internada en el hospital en espera de mi próxima cirugía.

una enfermera entra sonriente con un par de cosas en la mano que deja en la mesa de metal a lado de mi cama y se acerca a mi.

"hola jean, un gusto tenerte aquí, voy a explicarte lo que voy a hacer ¿bien?"

asentí con la cabeza estaba algo nerviosa e inquieta, pero era por la emoción que mi cirugía me generaba.

"muy bien, lo primero que haré es alzar el respaldo de la camilla para que tengas una posición en "L" asi la cirugía será más fácil"

la enfermera inclinó mi camilla dejandola en "L" simunaldo que yo estaba sentada, después bajó una parte de esta haciendo que mis rodillas se flexionaran hacia abajo y movió los retenedores hacia adelante.

"ahora voy a quitarte la bata y ponerte ésta gorra, es para que tu cabello no vuele a la hora de la operación"

la enfermera quito mi bata dejando mis senos copa "C" y mi abdomen plano al descubierto, después tomó mi cabello en un chongo y coloco la gorra en mi cabeza.

"listo, pondré está sábana desechable debajo de ti, mira, es una sábana con material de pañal, es por si llegas a orinar durante la cirugía, si eso sucede, no te preocupes, es muy normal"

la enfermera tomo mis piernas y las subió a los retenedores haciendo que quedarán abiertas y mi vagina estaba expuesta, levanté mi pelvis y ella acomodo debajo de mi la sábana desechable.

"veo que has olvidado rasurarte, pero no hay problema, puedo ayudarte con eso"

sentí como la enfermera colocaba sobre mi vagina crema de afeitar y con un rastrillo cuidadosamente comenzaba a retirar todo el vello púbico que había en mi pelvis, mi vagina y parte de mi ano.

después conecto un par de cables y agujas a mi pecho y mi pelvis, haciendo que diversas máquinas comenzarán a sonar con pitidos que zumbaban en todo el quirófano.

"ahora colocaré ésta máscara en tu nariz para dormirte y contarás del 10 al 1 ¿de acuerdo"

ella puso la mascarilla sobre mi rostro y al sentirla comencé a contar"

"diez, nueve, och-o sie-e-e-..." finalmente caí sedada.

la enfermera retiró la máscara y procedió a encintar mis ojos con una gasa y cinta médica, después pude sentir como un tubo era introducido por mi boca, una vez que fui intubada, la enfermera salió a avisar a la ginecóloga que estaba lista para la operación.

"listo doctora, la paciente ya está rasurada, acomodada, conectada, intubada y sedada, puede comenzar ya con la cirugía"

desconozco todo lo que la ginecóloga ha hecho en mi vagina pues la anestesia no ha dejado que sienta nada.

al salir de la cirugía, paso más o menos una hora para que la anestesia dejara de hacer efecto en mi y pudiera despertar.

lo primero que vi, fue a la ginecóloga entrar por la puerta de mi habitación y pararse a un lado de mi camilla.

"hola jean, bueno, tengo malas noticias para ti"

la doctora retiro la sábana de mi cuerpo dejandolo expuesto, pero solo podía ver mis senos y los pezones erizados por la ráfaga de aire, después se puso atrás de mi camilla y la acomodó en 'L" una vez sentada, pude ver lo que mis senos me impedían, mi pelvis era cubierta por un enorme pero cómodo pañal blanco de adulto, y de el salía un catéter que pude sentir estaba conectado a mi vagina.

"cómo te advertí, tu piso pélvico es muy bajo, por lo que las complicaciones fueron inevitables, ahora tienes una vagina pequeña y sensible como querías, sin embargo, te ha costado padecer incontinencia, pérdidas de orina al reírse, toser o hacer ejercicio, necesidad urgente o frecuente de orinar y no controlarlo, dolor al orinar, Pérdidas de materia fecal y dificultad para controlar los gases, por lo que tendrás que usar pañales por el resto de tu vida"

mi mano tocó el pañal haciéndolo sonar en toda la habitación, mi vagina sintió el tacto del material grueso del pañal y se erizo, por lo que no me desagradaba, al contrario, estaba muy emocionada por volver a sentir placer sexual y no me importaba tener que usar estos enorme pañales ni tener incontinencia o perdida de control en mis funciones fecales por lo que me restara de vida.