#inspirational story in English

[mrthinkerr]

A dead parent poem.

[wolfgirl-valentine]

My final piece for @moorishflower gorgeous story "Us and the moon!!!! I'm sure you all would love it as much as I did 🙏🏼✨ It was an honor and a delight to paint this scenes. This was my first big bang and it was a lot of fun(and anxiety sjsjsj) thanks to everyone involved in this amazing experience, specially to Moorishflower for their wonderful narrative that was a great inspiration 🙏🏼✨

This one's quote is going to be under a cut, because it's the final part and doesn't feel right to be read for the first time this way 😅

"Just us, Dream echoes, quietly delighted, and then takes off running into the dreaming night with Hob yipping at his heels."

"And in London, in the Waking, in a cosy flat miles and centuries away from a shadowed clearing where a seven year-old boy made a deal he did not understand with a little god that he would eventually outlive, two wolves – one dark as night, one burnished bronze and tawny-gold as dawn – lie curled nose-tip to tail-tip in a nest of blankets. Fast asleep, and dreaming of the moon."

[cryinginmelodrama]

I want to see the world with you, to lose ourselves in cities we've only whispered about in the quiet hours of the night. I can see it now your hand in mine as we drift through streets crowded with strangers, or sit by the sea, letting the waves speak in place of all the words we don't need. You and I, far away from the weight of the world, wrapped in our own little universe. It feels like some fevered dream. soft and unreal, but it's one I ache to bring to life. I don't crave grand adventures or blazing lights, just fleeting moments moments where it's only us, and the noise of everything else dissolves into mist. I see us beneath a sky heavy with stars, side by side, exchanging thoughts without speaking. Silence is enough when I have you near; your presence is my peace. You are the steady to my chaotic, the anchor I hold onto while everything around us shifts and trembles. I don't need the world, my love, just a small corner of it with you.

[filmythingss]

Friendship can hurts

Yesterday, I had a crazy argument with my old male best friend, someone I considered my closest friend in 2021, we shared a good friendship for 1 and half years and then something happened to him and he blocked me. Since then, I haven't called anyone my best friend. The fight started when he initiated a confrontation in a group of our school classmates. He raised fingers at my character, humiliated me, and brought up personal life issues that I had shared with him in confidence.

He shared those private matters in front of 30 people, twisting them nonsensically. He also discussed my relationship status and claimed that my other friends dislike me, saying they're just "pretending" to be friendly because they don't want to show their true feelings. This hurt me deeply, triggering intense anxiety. I cried for hours.

After this painful experience, I realized that people can be remarkably hurtful. They will stop at nothing to cause harm, often exploiting our vulnerabilities. This isn't a reflection of our worth; rather, it reveals their own emotional struggles. I've learned to be cautious about sharing personal details, recognizing that even long-time friends can become hurtful.

This incident taught me a valuable lesson: the problem lies with them, not me. Their actions expose their own mental health struggles, not mine. I was too kind and trusting, assuming they would respect my confidences. Now, I understand that some individuals will use intimate knowledge against me. I will be more discerning in the future, setting boundaries to protect myself from those who would seek to harm me.

I sought help from a close friend who was busy, and their unavailability was not natural. He still hasn't contacted me after that ( I understand he was just busy for me and free for his another female bestie) Fortunately, one of my not-so-close friends reached out and offered comfort, helping me heal.

My mental state is so fucked up and it's so much emotional damage I'm facing right now.

People aren't worthy!!

Through this experience, I've grown and learned essential lessons about:

1. Setting boundaries

2. Prioritizing self-care

3. Discerning true friendships

4. Protecting personal vulnerabilities

-filmythings

[turkeyinnovember]

this is about the last official of the halloween outfit sketches ill do, might revisit the other ideas at another time though! In which we have "sex-appeal" chrisitan, vampire den, whose design i changed over two other sketch pages and still not satisfied with this one but its whatever, and finallly i found this https://www.tiktok.com/@katdiermissen/video/7430507802218466590 and thought it was so freaking cute and had to draw kristine in it.

i wanted to do puppy kristine but i ran out of time, and also like alien ivan, puppy kristine is my permanent hc <3

[countess-of-edessa]

"i could never be a stay at home mom i need a career what if my husband left me or died? i would never depend on him" okay but ladies some of you are english majors. that's worse

[fail-front-door]

Hits you with Failure clock family human designs and runs into the distance, never to be seen again.

[th3-0bjectivist]

Springin' Chip with a 24' page update!

Greetings, dear follower! th3-0bjectivist has appointed me, Chipper the Springer Spaniel, as the official page mascot and acting spokescanine of this blog moving forward. It sure is great to be here! And might I say, the range of my vernacular as a mere canine has increased something like 28000% in just the last few weeks thanks to the hard lessons I’ve endured so far. Late nights in front of an English dictionary, lots of treats, and tons of sleepless nights have transformed me into perhaps the only English-literate puppy that has ever existed on planet Earth. From this point forward, I plan to operate as an empathetic, humorous, and nurturing presence to all of those on Tumblr into 2024 and beyond!

If you wanna know a little more about me to start, so far in life, I enjoy 1. Voraciously sniffing all manner of ass and crotch (if you approach me, please just spread fully eagle for one full minute, it lets me know who you are without you saying a word) and getting my own ass/crotch sniffed! 2. Pissing indoors (preferably on carpets to create an overpowering urine-miasma that permeates the entire room) 3. Attempting to playfully bite th3-0bjectvist directly in the balls with my nasty, bacteria-laden, inverted Spaniel teeth on a weekly basis!!

My pal, th3-0 and I, have long discussed my potential nickname on this blog. It has run the gamut from… Chip the Dip, to Chipper the Dick, to Chip the Prick, to Chipper the Testicle-Destroyer. In particular, the phrases ‘Stop biting me’, and ‘Hey, A-hole, cut that biting shit out’, and ‘Hey, dickhead, stop trying to bite my fuckin’ balls!!’ have strongly resonated with me as a puppy. I’ve realized very early on; it is essential that I improve my behavior otherwise I’m going to be hard-up on quality treats. And that’s what this blog will be all about moving forward… gradual improvement! Luckily, I have the good fortune of being cute as all hell. So, we graciously settled on the tentative title Springin’ Chip to instead highlight the positive aspects of our collective spirits and aspirations moving forward. New year, new positive goals! Folks, just look at my pics! Check out my feathered-ears and adorable face! Do I not have the perfect mug to represent a proper renewal of this blog?? And mug I will! If you continue to follow th3-0bjectivist, you’re going to see me grow up slowly over the next few months and years! Anyways, onto a bit of business…

My new friend, th3-0, has instructed me to give you an official page announcement! He will be back soon (end of March) with new art and drawings, music and commentary, goofy-ass memes, and more! This year (2024) th3-0 will be putting an artistic focus on dimensionality and expression by doing lots of drawings of expressions on human faces! He will also attempt to make some paintings with a little more -- POP -- than in previous years by incorporating a liquid background behind a solid mass of brushwork. If you like music, and who doesn't (??), this year will be the year of the musical double-feature! That means every time you see music on this page moving forward, there will be TWO SONGS by the featured musician(s) to highlight the range of said musician(s). Also, it’s election year! Now, I don’t have the vote myself, but you’ll have me around as your comical, politically neutral, and stalwart companion while everybody else on Tumblr is being just about as polarizing as they can be without directly and openly supporting terrorist organizations on the left or right side of the political spectrum! It’s gonna be a great year with this dog n' this blog!

Alright, gettin’ sleepy over here… you guys can fuck off for now. MORE 0bjectivist! END OF MARCH! NEW ART!!! DOUBLE-FEATURE MUSIC SHOWCASES EVERY OTHER WEEK!!! MEMES AND GIFs!!! SNARKY-ASS COMMENTARY!!! AND MORE OF MY BALL-BITING ADORABLE ASS!!!

Best, Springin’ Chip

[pastelpaperplanes]

frogive me if I am but a fool, but dost Thorns and Thrones exist as a fanfic, or a series of art, or both

Fear not, dearest Anon, thou art naught a fool, for thine own question is unequivocally valid!

Thorns and thrones resides as a story mostly told through art and various asks I have answered on this blog. I do my best to show the story rather than proclaim it, for truly, I am but a great and lowly chicken when it comes to taking up the quill and ink mine self

BUT! people have made many a fan pieces of work for the AU

Make haste! for each and every one has made masses weep tears of joy and merrious laughter. I beg of thee!

Witness the works of many a talented creators!

[inklings-sprint]

Alright, so I think I have a plan now for what the Inklings Sprints Brainstorming week will sort of look like. As always there might be changes later once we’re closer to the actual dates, but as it is now, over the last week and maybe a half of September I’ll host the brainstorming week. Which will mostly consist of me posting questions/thoughts/prompts over the week which will mostly be set throughout the day. Then I’ll have a few set times throughout the week/week and a half for a more active brainstorming session for anyone who wants to actively throw some ideas more or less. (Discord people feel free to copy any ideas to share to the discord if you’re interested in them.)

Below is a calendar and a very quick view of some time zones in relation to me (which is highlighted in blue). I know that I’m missing time zones and so I would always double check to make sure that the timing makes sense to you.

Just a reminder that the big brainstorming week push is going to start on Monday.

Liveblogging sessions on Sunday Sept. 22 at 8am, Tuesday Sept. 24 at 6:30pm, Thursday Sept. 26 at 8pm, Saturday Sept. 28 at 7am and maybe one at 5:30pm, Sunday Sept. 29 at 8am, maybe 11am, and maybe 10pm, Monday Sept. 30 at 8am, and maybe 8pm.

Those times I will be sharing my actual planning thoughts in a desperate attempt to have something beyond vibes for Team Chesterton and Team Lewis.

Throughout the rest of the week I will share other thoughts and prompts to try and spark some brainstorming ideas.

[hollewdz]

another one of the many prompts from the years of g/t daydreaming i have done

Waking up from a deep sleep, you find yourself absolutely covered in dirt. The fuck? It feels like you were buried, but with some effort you're able to sit up and brush yourself off. Looking around, you see miles and miles of open prairie and rolling hills. This must be a dream, you tell yourself. The sun hangs low in the sky, and you feel the chill of nightfall creeping up on you. The number one priority is finding somewhere to sleep for the night, not that you're super serious about the situation, considering you're still in dreamland. You decide west is the optimal travel direction, as it will give you at least a little more daylight. After an hour of walking with nothing in sight, you see a town on the horizon line- relief washes over you. Thank goodness, I didn't want to figure out a way to camp. Something's strange, though, as you're approaching this town. The perspective is off somehow, and soon enough you figure out what the problem is- It's frickin' tiny. Not only that, but the town looks... mediaeval? Sort of? Thatched roofs, cobblestone pathing, lit torches, a well-used horse stable are just a few of the things you notice.

Movement calls your attention, seeing tiny pairs of eyes peek from nearly drawn shutters, slamming shut as soon as your gaze meets theirs. "What the fuck?" you can't stop yourself from muttering. Looking down to your feet, you see you've trampled a tiny field you had failed to notice. "Shit-" you breath, moving to an open area. "H-hello? Can someone help me out? I don't know what's going on..." Coming to your knees with a slight panic slowly setting in, you try knocking on the windows to see if any of these tiny people can get you some answers. "Ow!" Something sharp pierced your thigh- quickly turning, you see a tiny man with an equally tiny pitchfork, trying desperately to yank it out of your leg, presumably to get another attack in. "Hey, can you- OW- Dude, I haven't even done anything-" you stammer, going to grab for the small assailant. "Stillnes ûs of pro ic syndrige, ent!" he yells, giving a grunt as your hand finally finds him, dwarfing his form. The pitchfork clatters to the cobbled ground as you sit up and address the tiny, angry villager flailing in your palm. "Man, can you chill out? I really only want to know what's going on, I'm not gonna go godzilla on you all or whatever," But, when you bring the man to eye level and really get a look at him, you see terror and a determination you hadn't expected. The lingering sting of the pitchfork buzzes on your leg, and slowly, you come to a realization. "Oh. This is definitely not a dream, huh?"

[thewhizzyhead]

one day I wish I could actually like understand songwriting especially for theatre so that I can I dunno actually put to use the random tunes I have in my head that just spontaneously appear while I'm doing the most mundane of shit. anyways patron has the concept of an opening number now

[rotatedaxis]

such love for "you're begging for tissues, all you get is confetti" like, you're in need of something so simple but you're given this ineffectual thing that can't actually help you at all. it just reads as your needs are forgotten or minimised to their smallest possible point and if that isn't being treated seriously then it's mocked or can be dealt with by something small. in line with the song, your nose is bleeding and the best thing for this is tissues, but all you have is confetti, just this little thing that really isn't going to help whatsoever but it's all the help you're gonna get. And the way this comes just after "but [your friends are] all bloodsucking vampires", just adds bc it's like, well they're getting something out of your struggles but you, it's safe to say, are not having a good time. it gives this impression of people taking joy in your suffering but acting as though they aren't or are doing the absolute barest minimum in giving something that might help but, in reality, doesn't, if anything makes it worse, emotionally-speaking.

and maybe it's just me, but the whole thing feels very defeated. like whoever the character of the song is, has just been putting up with all sorts of crap for however long and is just exhausted by it all, but cover it all up "wave hello 'cause nothing's wrong" and take their "heart off of their sleeve" and just act carefree and like everything's okay when nothing is, just bury it all, they don't "get tragic" anymore (perhaps suggesting that they, along with taking their heart off their sleeve, they don't show any of their emotions anymore)

. again, maybe it's me, but "i'm gonna die before you, it's the first race that i'll win" doesn't inspire a particularly hopeful ending and maybe that ties in with being carefree and "hectic", suddenly - people who know it'll be over soon tend feel okay about it, without getting too deep into it right here right now.

maybe, the whole lot reads as a bullying narrative. talking about giving the kids "something to shout back / as the books fall out of my rucksack" and not being "everything to everyone", by trying to please everyone you please no one, so that type of people-pleasing behaviour never worked out for our character, and just resulted in, at least, teasing. "I don't take my phone off silent anymore" could suggest, if you follow this theme, that they don't want to see what people are sending them or saying to them, so you could call them but they probably won't see it or notice. And then, of course, "while your friends sing happy birthday / but they're all bloodsucking vampires" suggests fake friends and people who turn their backs when you're in need, when you'd give them your time and energy and care - they act like they care, shallow things like singing happy birthday, but won't actually help when it's needed, like our character's nosebleed for which they 'beg' for tissue, but all they get is confetti. (and the word beg suggests that they're really trying to get what they need, but to no avail, so they just have to make do with what they can get their hands on)

anyway. I don't know how much or how little sense any of this makes. all I know is all you get is confetti is an excellent song that has me in a chokehold (despite only being out for not even 5 hours at this point) and it deserves to be heard and read into and loved.

[cryinginmelodrama]

I can’t even say your name without feeling the weight of it, like something heavy and sharp pressing into my chest. Every time it leaves my mouth, a little crack appears, somewhere deep inside, splitting me open bit by bit. And when I hear someone else say it, it’s like being stabbed all over again, the way my throat tightens, choking on something bitter and swollen. Your voice—no longer a presence, not even a memory but more like the shadow of a memory, hovering at the edges of things, part of the furniture, part of the walls, but nowhere solid. It haunts me. It’s the kind of sound that stays lodged in your bones, rattling there like a sickness. I loved you. I stumbled through that love blind, too drunk on it to notice the violence hiding in the cracks. That’s what we were, weren’t we? Knives, sharp and glinting, dipped in sugar. You tasted it all, didn’t you? Sick and violent love. But not the kind of violence that comes with fists or screaming. No, it was quieter than that, softer, almost gentle. A blade dipped in honey, slicing me apart while I was too dizzy with love to feel it. Did it kill you too? Did it tear you apart the way it did me, piece by piece, until there was nothing left?. Your name, it’s like a hurricane, spinning inside me, trapped behind my ribs, ripping me apart from the inside. I brace myself, as I always do, each time it escapes into the world.Tell me—why do I feel like I’m drowning every time I hear someone else say it? Why it feels like watching the hurricane swirl, powerless, trapped in this helpless loop of a life where you never leave. But then, you’re never really here.

[gniteruirui]

@babstheyaga I’m working on more ✍️ 💪! ! I feel so inspired 🐝✍️ thank you

Here a 🥭- for you

[ieidolon]

wait hang on it's actually so funny that both twilight (self-admittedly) and dracula (very VERY allegedly) might be the results of the author having a weird dream about the vampire guy expressing their desire for the protagonist