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[gaywriting]

The Brightness Between Us review

The Brightness Between Us by Eliot Schrefer (2024)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✖️

"It arrives. The brightness between us." (p. 387)

This is the continuation of the story of The Darkness Between Us and follows humanity's last hope; spacefarers Ambrose Cusk and Kodiak Celius and them trying to rebuild on their exoplanet named Minerva. Life on this unfamiliar planet haven't been kind and many of their children have perished, all but one son, Yarrow, and one daughter, Owl. Together the small family must find a way to survive and eventually find a connection from a far distant past to help in a horrible crisis threatening their lives.

I finished this book in january 2025. Apparently one of my favorite books had gotten a sequel and no one thought to tell me. the first book was also the first book i posted a review of (Link!) and the reason i wrote that post was to put focus on a LGBT+ book that i loved and that is out of the ordinary from the usual mlm stories that get attention in the online book community.

this is the story of a family trying to survive in a harsh environment and the loneliness that is with only having each other. Akin to the first book, it deals with hoplessness in a situation you can't control and the insanity of loneliness. It is, though, a very different book, as the first book mostly took place during Ambrose and Kodiaks travel through space and this sequel is 18 years after they landed and is mostly revolving around them and their children. In the first book the only pov character is Ambrose and we never hear Kodiaks inner thoughts at all, but this book had multiple povs. We mostly follow Owl's thoughts, their headstrong, adventure-hungry daughter, who longs to explore their homeplanet. But we also get a look into Kodiak's mind, as well as Yarrow, the older son with a gentle heart, but dark mind 🎆 it is a story of space survival and a family that loves each other, but how a tough situation puts that love to the test. in this sequel, Schrefer managed to answer the questions the first book left us with, build on the world further and round off the story where you're left emotional and in need of 30 chapters more to know "but what happens then??" 😱

If you read the first book, The Darkness Outside Us, then i can definitely recommend the sequel! Sci-fi is not my genre at all (i'm def more into dragons and magic) so the fact that i vouch for this should speak for itself. But if it interests you, who also likes LGBT+ literature, then this is a must read! 💫

[llamayawn]

2078

Loving in the past.

Moving forward but not on. Trying to let go and to put you behind me little by little.

I call myself weak. I call myself pathetic. To still love the memory of what was. Unable to embrace what is. I have tried and will try again.

Logic fights to break through. I remember the bad. My heart overtakes logic. I remember the best.

I call myself a dreamer. A romantic. Ever hopeful and ever longing.

I know better than to believe in something more. At least I think I do. I’ll tell myself over and over again not to hope not to dream. But they come anyway.

Such exquisite pain. To know that I doom myself to disappointment and more regret yet to still hold on to a fleeting ghost.

If I could stop it cold. If I could purge myself of you finally.

Would I?

[bunnyboysrus]

about this whole women dni thing , what is it about? im genuinely curious cause im a lesbain and many of the wlw smut writers have "men dni" written at the bottom, how is it different from that? i live under the rock so could you enlighten me on this?

its the same thing as what you've mentioned except in reverse basically. dni means 'do not interact' so basically, if a post says men dni then basically the poster is saying men shouldn't be liking, commenting, or reblogging and its implied they shouldn't be reading it at all.

the dni when its applied to specific genders is usually if not just always about gay writing so, lesbians wanting NO MEN AT ALL to read their posts or gay men wanting NO WOMEN AT ALL to read theirs. i think its silly and i dont think any of us need to be excluding people for the crime of their pronouns/gender

like how are we gonna sit here and gatekeep gay writing, its for the gays, regardless of their gender, or their assigned parts, or their pronouns. like, when you write and publish a book you dont get to sit there and dictate to bookstores that they better not sell your book to any men, and if you see any men that are reading/have read your book then, what? like what are you actually gonna do? if someone who identifies as a man reads your work thats marked 'men dni', you dont accomplish shit, all you do is deprive yourself of a like and maybe a comment that would compliment your writing cause that doesnt actually stop people from reading it. trying to exclude people from your works that you're POSTING ONLINE FOR EVERYONE TO SEE is stupid, the only time a dni makes sense to me is when its for minors.

and i already know someones gonna be up in arms about how 'god forbid gay/lesbian writers try to have their own spaces where theyre not fetishized by creepy women/men' and like, bro if someone hops in your comments being weird call THAT person out? why are you making generalizations based on gender, thats fucked up no matter which side you're doing it from.

[lukedifferent]

Come inside me and let me live of you ❤️ by @ Luke C

[thehetrophobe]

LOOK HOW WE HAVE TO LIVE OUR LIVES IN ABSOLUTE FEAR AND COWARDICE.

Meanwhile heterosexuals marry in public, they throw engagement parties in public, they throw gender reveals in public, they even fuck in public. Tell me I'm lying.

Many people hate on me for saying the truth but I will never stop. Our lives are miserable because of these evil bigots that run the earth. Thousands of our people have perished at their hands. Many more will perish.

And it will never be enough.

The only bad part about being gay is dealing with Straight people. LITERALLY. But you're gay, you're tough, you're strong.

They can fucking eat shit.

[theres-a-body-here]

⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Welcome to Hell⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I am THANACON, the deathbed poet. My pronouns are He/Him. I'm a queer Mexican who loves to write about stupid, horny shit.

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[boybari]

[theonlyonions-intheworld]

wasn’t short enough to share in haiku class, but too good to keep to myself…

by @theonlyonions-intheworld

[midaswritespoemsandothers]

China Doll

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China Dolls can break even if you breathed too hard around them, that is why she lives in a glass case, her face perfectly painted.

Yet her face doesn't show the cracks, that deeply form from the abuse that flood from their mouths and into her ears, those words are from the owner who takes pride of her.

Yet she stands tall with pride, while everyone looks from the 'protected' case, mostly looking at her pretty summer dress,

The summer dress is the finest dresses that money could buy,

the dress covers the holes overflowing with pure white cotton, you would never know the imperfection that the China doll hides. From the cuts from herself.

As everyone watched on in awe, of the perfect China doll, not knowing the things she hides below.

-Midas 2024

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[annarcaccia]

OFFICIAL RELEASE DATE OF MY FIRST BOOK IN MY FANTASY SERIES IS AUGUST 1ST OF 2023!!!!!!

*Ahem* I am excited...

As of right now physical copy pre-orders are not available but I am trying to work on that...

Unfortunately though I am not sure if I can do physical copy pre-orders because of how draft to digital works. But when it's out august 1st there will definitely be physical copies available for order! Perhaps one day *wistful sigh* in the teen alley ways of barnes in noble...

https://linktr.ee/anna_r_c

[dunk3n9]

BATMAN X JOKER HUMAN AU

(I don’t own the artwork I just got it off Pinterest)

Chapter 1: Who Met Who First

I was in a room laughing as I notice the blood everywhere. I see my mama when I walk forward. She looked over with this sickeningly sweet expression on her face. I felt bliss in knowing I was installing that fear. Soon after I feel the laughter, it was abrupt and angered with insanity. When I look at mother, an item in her hand throws itself at me.

I wake up, opening my eyes with quick breaths and sweat pooling on my everything. It takes a minute before my eyes stop fearfully glancing everywhere before meeting my poster of "The Riddler" a talk show host. When My breathing was stable after laying there reminding myself it wasn't real. Who was it that... No I can't think like that anymore otherwise.

"Joe! It's time to wake up, sweetie," Mother yells upstairs, she must be busy with laundry.

My name is Joe Chill. I prefer my nick name at school "Joker" and I earned it. I get called that for several reasons. My mom calls me that cause of my jokes and silly tricks that make her happy. Not to mention the tricks I've played on my peers at school.

"Joker? Joe? Ah, there you are, how did you sleep?" she spoke in a calm voice smiling when sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Fine. I guess."

I looked down still tired.

"Awww, I know Joker but, it's your first day of high school! Oh my goodness, my little man is growing up and going to school-" she smothered me in motherly words and affection.

"Okay, mom you can let go now! Haha," I spoke while chuckling.

"I'm looking forward to some good things this year," I said with mischievous glee.

Any person that knew me would know that smirk I did wasn't just for laughs.

"Oh no you don't mister! No pranks this year not even if someone bothers you, even if they may or may not deserve it, " she said with a stern tone of voice saying the last part under her breath while walking back downstairs.

"But mom!" I loudly complained following right behind, "My whole class is probably waiting for my pranks. It's traditional!"

she gave a stern look to my dramatic argument.

"No buts. Say 'yes mom' and I'll send you on your way," she spoke standing there facing me.

"Yes mom," I said jokingly in a robot tone.

"Good. Oh, that reminds me, your sister Harleen is going to be at your school, too. A grade higher than you. Also go get dressed my Son-a-tron two thousand," She had spoken so nonchalantly I didn't react till it registered.

I was shocked at this statement. My sister Harley is for lack of better words a psycho she can be rough and violent, when needed but, she present herself as put together and is smarter than she'd admit. She's embarrassed me a lot of times at school, too. I love her to death but she can be annoying at times. One time I was getting bullied and nearly got into a fight she stepped in and got in the guys face. I mean yeah she tried to help but still I could handle myself.

"Please tell me she's not-" I said not even finishing my sentence.

"Yup she's moving back here forever her dad finally took the time and decided it was best if she was with me," she squealed in joy like she hasn't seen Harley in ages... It's only been a year.

Someone knocked at the door and mom rushed to answer it. Harley jumped straight in through the door with a front hand walk over then a cartwheel. She landed in front of me with a "ta-da" she said. She hugged me tightly till I gasped for air she then let me go.

"How's my little puddin doing?" She was practically beaming with excitement.

I shrugged with a chuckle. She hasn't called me that since we were kids. I was really confused by a mark on her upper arm. Like burn marks I frowned a little.

"uh-uh-uh turn that frown upside down I'm not gonna bother you all school semester unless someone gives you trouble," she winked and walked back to the door laughing while grabbing her things.

I'm sure I wasn't imagining those marks. I'll ask when she settles in more. I became intrigued when I heard a noise outside all of a sudden.

"What the?" I whispered to myself of course.

I walked to the door passing mom and Harley in a quizzical conversation. Peeking out the open doorframe I spot the old Cobblepot residence being looked at by a family bringing in luggages inside. Oh, they're moving in.

Just like that there they were... new neighbors. Why at a time like this? It seemed odd. I saw a thin women with good physic and she looks healthy, pretty, house wife I believe by her attire. A man with a muscular physic that most men had, sturdy, business man attitude. Then there was a little boy looking around my age he looks more buff than me. I studied him his facial features he had dark eyes, he had the perfect Chin, his smile had pearly whites just like mine. He had most beautiful black hair unlike me with messy green hair, he also had a tan going on I was a tad bit pale.

I was staring for too long analyzing him and his family I didn't notice he saw me and we shared glances. I was scared. What if he tries talking to me? What if he's a bully? I don't know these people. Looking over when back to reality he was speaking to his mom, pointed at my house, she looked over, smiled, nodded yes to something, and he was suddenly walking over here. I hid against the wall. Someone wants to meet me?

"Um, hello? Green hair guy?" His caramel apple voice was so close.

I peek out the door a little. I almost laughed at the startled look when I suddenly popped up.

"Ah, I'm sorry," I tried to contain my laughter, "yes?"

He fixed his outfit and nodded I'm guessing to compose himself. He cleared his throat then spoke.

"Where is your mother?" He spoke fancy and precise.

My nerves became hyper aware that I was talking to someone. Someone new. I was suddenly nervous and anxious.

"Ummm busy. Why?" I spoke quickly avoiding eye contact.

"Please, do get her."

"Mom! Door!" I yelled while turning towards the kitchen.

"My names Bruce by the way," He spoke so suddenly.

I almost lost my composure and screamed. I just simply turned and waved before fiddling with my fingers nervously. She was at the door in a flash looking at Bruce.

"Why hello there," she spoke in a joyful but confused tone.

I walked away to get ready considering I was in my Pajamas consisting of a Black t-shirt with purple and green HAHA's on it, and black fuzzy pants. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and headed downstairs. I walked back to see the other family talking to my mom.

"I'm so happy to see new faces in the neighborhood. Don't ever hesitate to ask for help from us," she said excited as I was confused.

"Thank you very much. We've come from so far it's nice to have a fresh start. Well I'm glad it's peaceful over in these parts," the woman sounded so elegant.

"We're happy to have you, mister and miss?" Mom has always been so polite she's a people person.

"Just call us Martha and Thomas. Oh, is this your son?" Martha spoke so precise and high class.

"Why yes this is. Say hi, Joe."

Giving a simple wave I try to give my best smile that hopefully didn't show my nerves.

"He's a little shy," mom said in that motherly way of 'he's still learning' or something like that.

"That's okay most kids are to new people. If it's not too much to ask do you think you could take our son to the school? We got here without looking at where it was," Martha had spoken apologetically.

"I'd be happy to help and afterwards I can help you guys move in if you'd like? It'd give us time for some girl talk and to get to know each other," Mom said friendly.

"Thank you very much, Penny." Martha said holding moms hand.

They said there gratitude towards each other and walked away. The boy went over and grabbed I'm assuming his backpack which looked like a briefcase. I looked down apologetically. Mom gave a confused look and realized.

"Joe it's okay. Eventually you'll be able to talk to people and make a lot of friends. Just for now let's just make some high school memories," Mom spoke reassuringly.

I look up at her smiling. She always knows what to say.

"Thanks mom. Let's bring harley, too," I said happily.

"No can do kiddo I got my own set of wheels, boo yah!" She said with a light punch to my shoulder.

"Alright you two! Now how about after school we go out for Chinese food to celebrate your first days, huh? Would you both like that?" She said enthusiastically.

I nodded my head smiling as did harley.

"Great Chinese it is then. Means I don't have to cook, haha," she laughed grabbing her car keys as Bruce walked back our way.

Me and Bruce hopped into my moms car as she smothered Harley in hug and kisses. I heard harley whining through the window and it made me laugh a little.

"What's your name?" Bruce asked bluntly.

"I- uh. You. Me?" I jumbled over my words.

"Haha, yeah you? Unless the car has a name, haha" He spoke shyly trying to break the ice.

"My- my name is Joe. Joe Chill."

"I like your hair, it's fluffy," He spoke nicely.

I became a flustered mess. I'm actually talking to someone. I can't believe it.

"You ready kids? Because mama has a Coffee with her name on it,"she said jokingly.

Me and Bruce chuckled and we were off to school. Let's hope nothing happens to change this day.

[gaywriting]

happy new years! 🌟🎇🎆

this year was a rough one for me (which is also why i've been so MIA here) so i didn't get all the reading done that i had hoped to. I have so many unread books but most of what i got done were audiobooks and comics. But! that still counts so i did manage to reach my reading goal of 15 by reaching 19 on Goodreads. This year i've put my goal to 10. Not much but doable, and secretly i hope to reach 20 but i won't put the pressure on me by putting that down. In febuary ill be starting on my bachelors degree assignment and im stressing about everything but i want to incorporate my love for books somehow so ill be enjoying myself at least a little...

hopefully 2025 will be kinder to everyone and we'll all read fun books 💖✨

My 2024 reads:

Tadek and the Princess by Alexandra Rowland (5⭐️)

They Came to Slay: The Queer Culture of D&D by Thom James Carter (4⭐️)

Out of the Blue by Jason June (2⭐️)

The Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker (4⭐️)

Carrie by Stephen King (3⭐️)

At Afsløre en Morder by Christina Ehrenskjöld (4⭐️)

Gudrun og det hvide snit by Jane Aagaard

Last Flight (Dragon Age #5) by Liane Merciel (4⭐️)

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (5⭐️)

Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman (3⭐️)

Kvinden i buret by Jussi Adler Olsen (2⭐️)

All The Violet Tiaras: Queering the Greek Myths by Jean Menzies (4⭐️)

The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories by Tim Burton (3⭐️)

[llamayawn]

Things unsaid

Two thousand and seventy four days

It feels like a lifetime but the hurt stays the same

Two thousand and seventy four days I have missed you 

Two thousand and seventy four days I thought of you 

Too scared to call 

Too scared to text 

My burden is not yours 

Two thousand and seventy four days without you 

My only hope?

That you’re happy. 

That you’re well. 

I wish I could feel the way you made me feel again

An addict chasing the first high

I was addicted to you

I am addicted to you

I can be sober but I can’t get you out of me

I can be strong but your memory makes me weak

Your smile 

Your kiss

Your everything

Was my everything

I tried to make it stop

I tried to put it behind

I tried

I swear

Like a wound that doesn’t heal

Two thousand and seventy four days 

And I still can’t let go

Block it out

Don’t remember

Don’t cry 

Lying to myself again

I can’t forget

I won’t forget

When the stars go dark

When the light is gone

I’ll still remember your touch

I’ll still feel your warmth

[shes-so-freaking-cute]

[ghjj76hhh]

I think you'd like this story: "Your life in 1995" by TiffanyHoyos1 on Wattpad

All of my spicy wlw readers should give this book a try, it's set in the 90s with 2 cheerleaders falling in love ❤️https://www.wattpad.com/story/366075882?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=TiffanyHoyos1

Please give it a try 🙏

[theres-a-body-here]

Your a uhm... intersting and creative person

Aww thank you :3

I'm severely mentally ill so I'm pretty creative.