#my unfortunate writing

[jonahmagnus]

Hough

[aroseofice]

Isabeth screamed, and it wasn’t a sound at all, clawing at the air and catching nothing in her grasp. She twisted and writhed in the air, hysterical mind turning to the animal instinct to catch herself in the wind as she plummeted from the sky, wax wings melting off, her reflection a blur on the icy lake. It was nothing but a brilliant smear of golden light that still wasn’t hot enough to burn, just glow falsely in the beaming sunlight, like a pathetic candle in front of a burning building. It was the light equivalent of roadkill- it was like somebody had created a squirrel full of glitter and gold, and then ran it over repeatedly with their car. It was the pathetic, weak glow of the nightlight- significant and proud in the nighttime, but revealed of its weakness the very instant the sun crests the horizon and reveals the tiny lightbulb to be the pathetic waste it is. It wasn’t anything to be remarked upon, and the sun would barely notice touching it with its unfailable, perfect light.

         But then, like a lightswitch, the world went dark, and for a split second Isabeth was hit by the terrifying reality, the lonely last words of Icarus, the fear of the cord yanked from the wall, the candle at the end of its wick, the certain knowledge that the sun ever cared about this whining beast’s fate. Isabeth twisted herself up at the sky one last time, desperate to see even the glimmer of a star, but they twinkled at her mockingly, seeming to giggle in tinkering voices at her flailing limbs and desperate-scream-that-wasn’t-a-scream. And then they turned away from her once again, turning their attention back to the light that matters.

         And then Isabeth crashed through the reflective surface of the frozen lake, sinking below the icy waters to drown, shattering her spine and causing her melting wings to freeze and break with a sickening crack, and nobody even said a word.

@icerosesummerbracket​ wip

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[cursedshrines]

of course the show that is fundamentally centered around two sisters and their tragedies becomes centered around men and said sisters are sidelined and their arcs are pushed to the sidelines and all the phenomenal care that went into their characters went down the drain. ​one’s arc is literally “the traumatized / mentally unwell character’s happy ending is committing suicide because they are simply too broken to heal and be happy” trope, and her mental instability is forgotten. the other is reduced to a mere plot device, has no agency of her own, and her trauma and anger is treated like a complete and utter joke for the sake of a shitty ship, and because the writers literally, point blank, were bored with her. it’s so sad because the tragedy of these sisters is so utterly devastating, so encompassing and so intricately woven into the narrative. but make it about two men i suppose?

[biblically-accurate-dca]

i just wanted to post something before the year ended

[squirmystuffiez]

I’m the sort of sad that will only be cured by a certain pretty boy sat grinding and squirming on my lap bc he’s about to wet himself 😔 clenching his legs as he tries not to leak, little spurts ribboning down the insides of his thighs, gasping and grunting and humping to desperately keep control of himself but only leaking all the more, hot and wet and splashy in my lap. The mortification of being giggled at and cooed to, then freezing, clamped tight as he loses control and starts to piss, hard and furious, the hiss of liquid drowning out his mortified hiccups and whimpers, his tense shaking body slowly going lax, pretty mouth opening in a soft little sigh… cheeks all red and blushy…

[captain-flint]

something something Ed not being able to step in to protect Stede from physical and emotional harm out of fear of damaging Stede's reputation and instead letting it play out as he silently falls apart in the background

[arahir]

Real talk..do you have any real advice on how to make friends as an almost 30 year old woman…

three easy (coughcough) steps: 1) pick an activity 2) commit to the horror of being known 3) know when you're vibing and know when to pack it up.

pick an activity. mine are gardening, hiking, reading, writing, geology, and chickens, and i've made and kept friends through each of those. make your own list of things you want to do, and want to meet other people who do. you can do it in a structured setting, which i recommend. most cities have clubs, activities, and people who are trying to organize. my city has... regular volunteer clean ups along the river, organized hikes, a few very nice community colleges where you can take random classes, gardening events, silent book clubs, a discord for lonely 30 year olds, etc. likewise, you can meet people online through these activities. writing has got me a lot of great friends! having these activities is also important because it will let you keep the friends you start to make by giving you built in places to show up together.

commit to the horror of being known. i don't know how else to put this. it will be embarrassing. you will say stuff and you will go "why the fuck did i say that?" and they will say stuff and you'll think the same thing. this is, unfortunately, how it works. you have to be a fucking idiot at times, and it's fine, because no one wants to be friends with someone who takes themself too seriously. be embarrassingly into whatever you're into. and then when you meet someone you think could eventually be a friend, you have to put a feeler out there. my favorites are "hey have you been to X on Y? i really want to check it out." "have you seen X and do you want to see it?" "we should grab coffee!" it works a surprising amount of the time. all you really need to make a friend is one good conversation and one person throwing a line to another.

know when to pack it up. okay unfortunately, if you're doing this regularly, you're going to meet people who you do not actually want to be friends with. also unfortunate: it isn't dating, and you can't break up the same way. i met a girl who thought i was her reincarnated lover from the 1300s. i met a girl who tried to recruit me into a sex cult. i met a woman who tried to get me to join a lesbian farming commune. i met a guy who seemed cool and then tried to cheat on his girlfriend with me. we roll. and sometimes, we roll away from people, at extreme speed. guard your time and do not waste it on people you don't want to be friends with.

other points i'll add are: consistently follow up with people (even if that means adding them to a calendar), understand when you are the one not being vibed with and don't take it personally, don't lie to try and be what you think someone wants you to be, and practice. all of this takes practice. i was largely friendless for a lot of years because i didn't like talking to people, couldn't not try to be cool around them, and was a shitty person. you're already ahead on all three counts. and another word of encouragement: making one friend usually means making a half a dozen, because people will bring their own friends with them. i've certainly made a lot that way. it's really only a process you have to go through a few times before it starts coming faster and easier. good luck anon! <333

[bunnieswithknives]

OH MY GOD??? HAS IT SERIOUSLY BEEN A MONTH????? I am so sorry guys

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[jonahmagnus]

I met god and he was playing margaritaville by the sea. He turned his face and he looked just like me. He said kid, if you run so fast your heart will beat right out of your chest and youll be no help to anyone. Come take a breather by the sea and the stars. The fire is pleasantly dying and the sun is settling down and you should be too. I laid my head next to his leg and slept in the sand. He ruffled my hair. And when I awoke it was night-time and all the stars where out and he pointed at them and said thats us, thats us out there. A thousand billion of us. You may think your life has no meaning but it touched mine and I have touched so many people and so many people have touched you. You may think the individual doesnt matter but if every individual dissappeared there would be no-one left. Smell the salt-water kid. It all means something. I feel asleep again and when I woke up it was dawn. I hugged him and I hugged him hard. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and a bag into my arms. And I walked back out the door into the morning.

[bamsara]

I love Arson he's my favorite heater but I should really get a cheap laptop one day so I can leave the house to write because the Noise. Is . Too Much. I need to go write in the forest

[radioroxx]

i do not have . the energy or time or motivation to make Whole comes for how scenes and bits would play out in the bonnie in the loops au. this one i did for a lil fun :)

also important note but not really important bonnie was nooooot invited to the loop hangout :/ they came anyway which complicated things but dw about it

[brainzzzeater]

Happy Halloween spideypool nation‼️

Halloween version of this post since booping is back

[corviiids]

i found a bad post i made months ago in the privacy of my own home and now i need to air it out in public because it's getting mildewy and moths are eating it