#just wrote this :)

[mydarlingdearestdead]

"I'm Apollo." His golden hair shone in the sun's light, an almost mythical contrast to his dark skin.

"Hyacinth." I replied, offering my hand. He took it, but his fingertips were rough, calloused in a way I didn't expect from such a man, still, he had a strong, welcoming grip.

"An intriguing name."

"And you."

Masterlist

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

Well, Mister Price's Calloway is almost done. Just thought I'd put that out there. In case you all were wondering where I was with that emotional roller coaster.

[alicedusstuff]

LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON

I just felt in the mood to write something silly. Therefore... There you go. A little news without purpose. I literally googled the text I had written into French. I am not so good as to make a whole text in this language; Let's not be crazy.

_ENGLISH PART_

That It had been a while since Macaque and Wukong had started in a silent argument. It wasn't much really; Everyone just stayed in their corner, trying their best to ignore the presence of the other to win this ridiculous new war. Macaque could have just left, and left no news for days; But he had decided that to stay where Wukong could see that he was angry would be more fun. So, he sulked at the foot of the stone monkey's house, trying to focus his gaze on MK so as not to meet the eyes of Wukong. For Wukong; it was simpler; or at least, MK would have thought that That would be the case. The stone monkey was busy training him After all. But against all odds, Wukong's eyes did not cease to naturally seek to land on the Macaque form before turning away at the time he had assured that the latter was still there. The action was all the more frustrating because the king had No harm in beating his student when his attention was not clearly not fully focused on him. MK left the suffocating situation unfold, until he can no longer do it. He pushed Wukong away from him with his staff; and slammed it violently on the ground to have the attention of his two mentors.

-When are you two going to make peace? I thought that You were cool after we finished everything with the Lady Bone Demon.

Wukong and Macaque exchanged a look that MK intercepted all on end; before the two monkeys decided to avoid the look at the other. MK vibrated on the spot because of anger; but tried to act as an adult; and took a deep breath. -OK. Very well. I don't want to see you until you have not solved your problem of the day. -Kid, wait! Mk did not wait for the monkey king. He left immediately. after his words. If he did not take drastic measures; he knew that the two monkeys were just going to keep the tension rises until it explodes. It was better pierce the abscess immediately. The monkey king turned to Macaque, frowning. He then leaned over, hands on hips, before blaming the Shadow monkey for the departure of his student. Macaque raised the eyes to the sky. He was in no mood to listen to nonsense of Wukong. Yet, his body froze on its own, his hair became bristled, ready to fight with the one who assaulted him verbally; and he scolded back. After which, Wukong grumbled about frustration, at this time running out of repartee. He decided to return home, and passed Macaque, angry. Macaque let him. He didn't think it was a Good idea to follow the Sage right now. Still MK's warning came back to his mind. Would the kid be really able to refuse to see him for an argument with Wukong? Macaque didn't want to know how sincere MK was in his words. So, he reluctantly followed Wukong, and sat on the sofa, opposite Wukong. Both had ceased to meet dispute. Nothing had been said; but the cold of earlier had warmed up. That didn't stop their problem from being solved. Of course contrary; He would certainly remain there for an eternity. He was much deeper than any evil. They do not could never fix it. "at least, not until Wukong watches over him." Macaque's pupils landed on Wukong at this thought. And he thought again about why they were arguing in the first place. Macaque wondered why Wukong had abandoned him. He wondered as to why the monkey king had killed him; and; it is by knowing the answer he looked up at the television. Wukong caught the sudden movement out of the corner of his eye and carried his attention on Macaque a few seconds before diverting the look. He too was thinking of reconciling with Macaque. But it does not just couldn't. He would never accept it. All had gone well between them in recent months; and Wukong had thought that he and Macaque could have become friends again; but he had Macaque had to tell him that he wanted to be one with Wukong again. The request had taken him by surprise. Then, fear and panic had turned into anger; and an argument broke out. Wukong couldn't stand it. How could he ever Remake one with his oldest friend? How Macaque dared wish to leave him alone again? In itself; Both entities had separated for so long that it's been a eternity that Wukong had forgotten that Macaque was only a part of him. They had lived so long as two beings. apart; always with opposing opinions; that the monkey king had Forgot where the shadow monkey came from. Wukong clenched his fists, remembering tohe words of Macaque when he came to ask her to do one again. The monkey of The shadow had claimed to be tired of always looking for him for end up getting hurt. He had shouted at Wukong that he didn't want to not dying; but that he also did not want to continue their strange relationship. So, he had asked to disappear from the The simplest way he knows. By forming only one with Wukong again. Macaque and Wukong were the moon and the sun; light and shadow; inseparable partners; and both sides of the same coin. "Two bodies for one spirit" once said the Emperor of jade. Wukong turned his attention to the screen when the Main character to start shooting someone. Then finding the plot of the film boring, he focused his attention on Macaque. -Am I more uninteresting than the movie? Wukong startled when the reflection of his own copper gaze stared at him. Macaque slammed his foot on his to get him out of his stupor. -As if... Bouda Wukong in returning the kicks to Macaque. They had fun getting kick your feet for a while until you finally stop, satisfied with the way they had ended their argument without having to explain yourself to the other. Wukong smiled. There is no had no one who understood it better than Macaque. There was no No one who attracted him more than the jet fur monkey. How could he ever allow her to let him go? -We should warn MK that we have made peace. -Flemme to go on look for.

-And if we order noodles?

Macaque mouse at the Wukong's proposal, and agreed.

-It is you who Pay.

[lantanaatenta]

I hate myself

I hate myself for not doing what I love whenever I wanted to do it

I’m angry at me

Not doing what I love is the biggest hate crime against myself

I’ve ignored the actions that had to come with the dreaming so much, that now it seems impossible to accomplish my dreams: I can’t make a move to make them happen

But I guess my only option is to see it from the point of view of love: when impossibility becomes itself. Right?

But for tonight I just want to cry my heart out, even tho I can’t

[salchat]

What was he going to make Sammy’s costume out of?  Dean had thought about using some of his own clothes.  But he didn’t have that many.  

There was that old shirt, of course.  It was Dad���s, but it'd got mixed up with Dean’s stuff a few moves back.  But he didn’t want to use it.  He didn’t want to cut the shirt up and stitch it into something else, even if it was a muddy green - just the right kind of muddy green to be dinosaur-coloured, although Sammy claimed that dinosaurs might have been multicoloured or even covered in feathers.

Anyway, Dean kept Dad’s shirt in a separate pocket of his bag, so that it wouldn't mix anymore with his own clothes.   And sometimes, when Dad had been away a while, maybe a couple or a few weeks, and Dean was getting that feeling like everything was just too much and he needed something… Well, when that happened, he'd wait for Sammy to go to sleep, then he’d slide off his own bed onto the floor and pull Dad's shirt out, and kneel there in the dark, holding the bundle of worn fabric in his arms, hugging it to his chest and then pressing it against his face.  And he’d breathe in the fading scent of Dad’s aftershave and his leather jacket and his… his adultness.

And then he’d put it carefully back and get into bed and go to sleep. 

So he wasn’t using Dad’s shirt.  He gave Sammy everything he could - but he couldn’t give that.  Not that as well.

[mysterious-sludge]

Apologies to The Night

I want to apologize to the moon.

Last night I didn't look at her

Because he told me to,

It wasn't her fault.

I want to apologize to the stars,

For getting them caught up,

In this game I am playing,

With someone irrelevant

I want to apologize to the night sky,

I never meant to neglect you,

Over matters of my heart,

The one that,

Doesn't.

Even.

Exist.

To the midnight air,

I promise to love you harder,

Some other time.

I am sorry.

-A.M. 1/7/23 12:42 pm

[mothervvoid]

1/1, 2k wc

Kagemane was a lot like tug-of-war, his father had told him once.

"You’re all out of wack, Shikamaru, you need rest. If you don’t you’re going to fucking die, and I will not be letting that happen.”

[purplepotionn]

I just be vibin on my own in my zone, but ion feel alone

I just wanna be left alone

Baby don’t even ring my phone

Caller on decline I had to hit dnd oh no

Hit that dnd , dinner and dick

Then I left her lone…

Yuh.

And she wanted it like that

So I go and flip a pack

Spent it so I got it back

Baby u can’t have me back

Yeah u left and that was that

It ain’t no emotions hurt

Put those feelings in the dirt

Where I left them?

Yeah they burned

Buried them

U married them

Now I’m nothing but a flirt

But it’s okay it’s okay

This the way that I prefer

Yeah.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[nataliescatorccio]

"Originally it was not called 'Good Luck, Babe!', it was called 'Good Luck, Jane!", but my co-writer and I kept getting in arguments about it, so it became 'Good Luck, Babe!'." CHAPPELL ROAN on 'Good Luck, Babe!'

[sandinmybed]

No see results option, I'm forcing you to perceive yourself. rb for more results pls

[bonipops]

hatsune mexiku!!! 🇲🇽

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

Maybe in another life,

you would have a heart.

Eyes wouldn’t pierce me like blades

I used to cradle in the dark

when you decide to grace my side of town again.

In another life, maybe you aren’t a liar,

a serpent wrapping around the hearts of girls

just to fill their veins with your venom.

Maybe in another life,

you’ll mean something more to me

than a waste of words on these pages.

[alicedusstuff]

LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON

Je me sentais juste d’humeur à écrire un truc bête. Donc...voil0. Une petite nouvelle sans but. 

_FRENCH PART_

Cela faisait un moment déjà que Macaque et Wukong s’étaient lancés dans une dispute silencieuse. Ce n’était pas grand chose vraiment; chacun restait juste dans son coin, essayant de son mieux d’ignorer la présence de l’autre pour gagner cette nouvelle guerre ridicule. Macaque aurait pu se contenter de partir, et ne laisser aucune nouvelle pendant des jours; mais il avait décid�� que rester là où Wukong pouvait voir qu’il était en colère serait plus amusant. Alors, il boudait au pied de la maison du singe de pierre, essayant de concentrer son regard sur MK pour ne pas croiser le regard de Wukong.  Pour Wukong; ce fut plus simple; ou du moins, MK aurait pensé que ce serait le cas. Le singe de pierre était occupé à l’entraîner après tout. Mais contre toute attente, les yeux de Wukong n’arrêtaient pas de naturellement chercher à se poser sur la forme de Macaque avant de se détourner au moment où il s’était assuré que ce dernier était toujours là.  L’action était d’autant plus frustrante que le roi n’avait aucun mal à battre son élève alors que son attention n’était clairement pas pleinement porté sur lui. MK laissa l’étouffante situation se dérouler, jusqu’à ce qu’il n’en puisses plus. Il éloigna Wukong de lui avec son bâton; et le claqua violemment sur le sol pour avoir l’attention de ses deux mentors. 

-Quand allez vous faire la paix tous les deux ? Je pensais que vous étiez cool après que l’on ai tout fini avec la dame d’os.

Wukong et Macaque échangèrent un regard que MK intercepta tout de suite; avant que les deux singes ne décident d’éviter le regard de l’autre. MK vibra sur place à cause de la colère; mais essaya d’agir en adulte; et pris une grande inspiration.  -Ok. Très bien. Je ne veux pas vous voir tant que vous n’aurez pas résolu votre problème du jour. -Gamin, attends! Mk n’a pas attendu le roi singe. Il est partit immédiatement après ses mots. S’il ne prenait pas de mesures drastiques; il savait que les deux singes allaient simplement continuer à garder la tension monter jusqu’à ce qu’elle explose. Il valait mieux percer l’abcès de suite.  Le roi singe se tourna vers Macaque en fronçant les sourcils. Il se pencha ensuite, les mains sur les hanches, avant de blâmer le singe de l’ombre pour le départ de son élève. Macaque leva les yeux au ciel. Il n’était pas d’humeur à écouter les idioties de Wukong. Pourtant, son corps de figea de lui même, ses poils se hérissèrent, prêts à se battre avec celui qui l’agressait verbalement; et il gronda en retour. Ce après quoi, Wukong râla de frustration, à ce moment à cours de répartis. Il décida de rentrer chez lui, et passa devant Macaque, en colère.   Macaque le laissa faire. Il ne pensait pas que c’était une bonne idée de suivre le sage en ce moment. Malgré tout, l’avertissement de MK lui revint en tête. Le gamin serait il vraiment capable de refuser de le voir pour une dispute avec Wukong ? Macaque ne voulait pas savoir jusqu’où MK était sincère dans ses mots. Alors, il suivit Wukong à contrecœur, et s’assit sur le canapé, à l’opposé de Wukong. Tous deux avaient cessés de se disputer. Rien n’avait été dit; mais le froid de plus tôt s’était réchauffé.  Cela n’empêchait pas que leur problème était résolu. Bien au contraire; il resterait certainement là encore une éternité. Il était beaucoup plus profond que n’importe quel mal. Ils ne pourraient jamais le réparer.  “du moins, pas tant que Wukong ne le veilles pas.“  Les pupilles de Macaque se posèrent sur Wukong à cette pensée. Et il repensa à pourquoi ils se disputaient en premier lieu. Macaque se demanda pourquoi Wukong l’avait abandonné. Il s’interrogea sur pourquoi le roi singe l’avait tué; et; c’est en connaissant la réponse qu’il leva les yeux vers la télévision.  Wukong surpris le mouvement brusque du coin de l’œil et porta son attention sur Macaque quelques secondes avant de détourner le regard. Lui aussi pensait à se réconcilier avec Macaque. Mais il ne le pouvais tout simplement pas. Il ne l’accepterais jamais. Tout s’était bien passé entre eux ces derniers mois; et Wukong avait pensé que lui et Macaque auraient pu redevenir amis; mais il avait fallu que Macaque lui dise qu’il voulait redevenir un avec Wukong.  La demande l’avait pris de cours. Puis, la peur et la panique s’étaient transformés en colère; et une dispute a éclaté. Wukong n’avais pas pu le supporter. Comment pourrait il jamais refaire un avec son plus vieil ami? Comment Macaque osait il souhaiter le laisser seul à nouveau ? En soit; les deux entités s’étaient séparées depuis si longtemps que cela fait une éternité que Wukong avait oublié que Macaque n’était qu’une partie de lui. Ils avaient vécus si longtemps en tant que deux être à part; toujours avec des opinions opposés; que le roi singe avait oublié d’où venait le singe de l’ombre.  Wukong serra les poings en se rappelant des paroles de Macaque quand il est venu lui demander de refaire un à nouveau . Le singe de l’ombre avait clamé être fatigué de toujours le chercher pour finir par être blessé. Il avait crié à Wukong qu’il ne voulait pas mourir; mais qu’il ne voulait pas non plus continuer leur relation étrange. Alors, il avait demandé à disparaître de la façon la plus simple qu’il connaisse. En ne formant plus qu’un avec Wukong à nouveau. Macaque et Wukong étaient la lune et le soleil; l’ombre et la lumière; des partenaires inséparables; et les deux faces d’une même pièce.  “Deux corps pour un esprit“ avait un jour dit l’empereur de jade. Wukong porta son attention vers l’écran lorsque le personnage principal à se mis à tirer sur quelqu’un. Puis, trouvant la trame du film ennuyeux, reposa son attention sur Macaque.  -Suis je plus inintéressant que le film?  Wukong sursauta quand le reflet de son propre regard de cuivre le regarda fixement. Macaque frappa son pied sur le sien pour le sortir de sa stupeur. - Comme si… Bouda Wukong en retournant les coup de pieds à Macaque. Ils s’amusèrent à se frapper les pieds un moment jusqu’à finalement s’arrêter, satisfait de la façon dont ils avaient mis fin à leur dispute sans avoir à s’expliquer auprès de l’autre. Wukong sourit. Il n’y avait personne qui le comprenait mieux que Macaque. Il n’y avait personne qui l’attirait plus que le singe à la fourrure de jais. Comment pourrait il jamais l’autoriser à le laisser partir ? -On devrait avertir MK qu’on a fait la paix. -Flemme d’aller le chercher.

-Et si on commande des nouilles ?

Macaque souris à la proposition de Wukong, et accepta.

-C’est toi qui payes.

_ENGLISH PART_

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[neproxrezi]

harry dubois would end death note in one episode. he'd be unkillable bc he has no fucking idea what his name is and then he'd go drink driving and accidentally run light over and the killings would mysteriously stop