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[ikusayu-no-hana]

Excerpts from Royall Tyler's lecture on Translating The Tale of Genji, 2003

[lacebird]

Am I so out of touch? Since when did nine year olds start swearing so much??

[deadddaves]

How tf do you read vast error *rolls around and cries*

THERES TOO MANY WORDSSS

i just wanna look at silly funny guys and and and

waaaahh i cant focus on the words long enough i just wanna skip through it all and look at the pictures

[feyofmay]

Girls are Never Civil

Laurie x March!Reader x Jo (platonic) Summary: When a Laurie & Jo are walking home, they spot Jo's younger sister on the ground (reader/Ducky). Jo attempts to help her sister, but it does not go as planned. word count: 2.5k Warnings: Fluffffffffff, all platonic, laurie gets kicked in the no no square, reader gets called "Ducky"

This story is a snippet from my longer Laurie x reader romance story, so please let me know if you want more!! its already at 20k wordsssss :)

STORY STARTS UNDER THE PAGE BREAK

This is part of a larger story I'm writing called "What Women are For", which is Laurie x Reader (romantic). Let me know if you're interested in reading it!

Tightly curled up into a knot, in the middle of the dirt road, a trembling wad of buttercup yellow fabric shakes and wails into the torn flesh of her fist. Sympathising with the lump of stains, tears, and snot, the trees hang still in a moment of tender silence. The middle March sister has stopped trying to breathe through her sobs, as the dust from the path had raced up her nose and left a shocking pain. It’s as if someone shoved stinging nettle straight up her nostrils and pushed until the tip of the branch tickled her brain. 

A hot red bite mark appears as if it’d been welted to the plush skin of her hand. She swears she’s bitten straight to the bone. Still, the tears continue to cascade down her blubbery cheeks as they slip their way into the wound. Overwhelmed with pulsing, hot pain, she can’t tell if the injury, itself, or the salt from her tears biting at her raw flesh hurts more. Everything hurts so much. All she wants is for Marmee to pick her up and cradle her like she had when the girl was younger. She wants Marmee to kiss away her tears and promise her everything would be alright. She wants to be home, where Meg would wipe at her wounds with a damp rag while Amy buries her face into Beth’s stomach and cries her own, fat tears. Even when she isn’t the one who got hurt, Amy still always ends up crying. However, the middle March didn’t mind Amy’s theatrics, as it meant that Jo would end up teasing the younger March rather than her. Still, she’d never admit that, or any of this. She’d be far too embarrassed. If anyone knew that she felt this way, she’d surely have to run away from home forever. Wherever could she go, anyways? She’d go West to California. No, she’d had to leave the country and go to Europe. Maybe then she could build her life up from scratch and escape the teasing of her sisters. 

Caught up in her own puddle of pity, the middle sister doesn’t catch the familiar sound of clumsy, crashing boots hitting the dirt path. Not far down the road and following the setting sun, a grey tattered wool skirt chases the wind as a high collared, perfectly off white shirt stumbles after her. Their laughter sings in perfect harmony with each other, and, around them, the world pauses to smile and watch as their youth passes them by. Each leaf and blade of grass gleams warmly, knowing that they will feed this memory to the flora of next summer. Unsuspecting and attempting to hide within the folds of her baby fat, she doesn’t hear as the footsteps come to a halt. The sound of their panting breaths fills their own ears. For a moment, all they can do is stare at the small conglomeration of dirt and snot. Swiftly, that moment ends as one of them stomps up to her.

“Ducky, what on Earth are you doing?” she spits out with more venom than intended, but such is the voice of a teen girl. The older sister’s hand shoots out and pinches Ducky’s dust-covered forearm. However, the young girl doesn’t squeal as her eyes shoot up to confirm her worst fears. The dirt on her face has mixed with her tears, leaving a thin film of mud on her cheeks. Her face is still stuffed with her baby fat and clinging onto her childhood as she enters her first few years of teenagedom. Immediately after locking eyes with her older sister, Ducky starts to thrash and shake like a force beyond nature. Her fists swing wildly and her legs rise and fall like the waves of the tsunami. Dirt kicks up around them and peels back their human disguise. It reveals what the two truly are. They are girls. They are hurricanes and the screaming wind at night. They are motion and sound and all that will forever remain restless. Girls will never be civil. They will never shed their empathy to trade it for boots and proper manners. Instead, they will spend their days fighting in the dirt and letting the dust mix with their sweat. The dust will turn to mud and clay, and, when the sun sets, they will freeze into statues, preserving their childhood forever.

“Let go, Jo-” Ducky shrieks as she kicks everywhere but where her sister is planted. Still, Jo is stronger than her sister, and her grip is determined. Ducky’s plump fingers wrap around Jo’s wrist as she continues to flail like a blouse in a tornado. 

“What is wrong with you?” Jo yells back even louder, joining her sister in her insanity. After all, what are sisters for, if not to join each other in their melodrama? Rushing to her aid, a boy, about Jo’s age, presses his palms to the younger girl’s shoulders and allows his weight to give him the upperhand. Ducky, seeing Jo’s companion, lets out a deafening scream as her eyes shoot up to Jo.

“-No! No! No! Just let me die here! I’d rather die!” Ducky spits out, as she clings onto her sister’s arm. Now, instead of screaming curses about her name, her fingers plead Jo to not let go. Her eyes, the size of teacups at this point, dart between the two. She’s too stubborn to hold her sister's gaze, but she’s too scared to look into the boy’s, who she’s spent the last half year avoiding like he’s death incarnate. 

When he first introduced himself to the March’s, after the ball where Meg had sprained her ankle, it was then she started feeling something fester and skitter around in her stomach. An adolescent boy was in her house. He was in her house, and he was talking to his sisters. She didn’t speak a word, and she never intended to ever find herself within a mile of him. Every time he would make his way over to their home, Ducky would race over to tumble behind the nearest wall or piece of convenient furniture. Amy and Beth would laugh and tease her for her ridiculous behavior, but they didn’t understand. How could they? Amy and Beth were still kids, but she, Ducky, was a teen girl. Amy and Beth could never understand.

“No can do. So sorry to dissapoint,” Jo’s friend replies through shallow gasps of air, and, for the first time, Ducky gets a good look at his face. His hair is the same color as when the first calls of morning brush against the forest’s skin, and slivers of his eyes twinkle amber in the last caresses of the day’s gentle touch. When she meets his eyes, his gaze is real but not stern. Without speaking, she can see the boy who’s only truly grown in the ways that allow him to wear a man’s clothes. With hunched shoulders and a tight jaw, what stares back at her isn’t the lumbering shadow she’s stitched onto his frame. All that’s there is a teen boy, who’s not all that different from her. 

And, as the dust settles, and all three of them catch their breaths, the youngest of them is able to think again. It’s then, she realizes, a boy, a teen boy, is touching her. Once again, she tenses up and acts before her next breath. To say exactly what happened next is impossible. However, in the blink of an eye, Ducky’s knee raises, his grip loosens, and suddenly he’s curled up into himself and clutching between his legs. 

“Are you insa - Oh lord, Teddy are you okay?” Jo stumbles through her words as she rushes over to her friend’s side. Ducky inches away from the two of them. Her breaths are shaky and ragged, and the inside of her throat is torn from heaving in dust. She’s not exactly sure she’s even breathing. 

“He grabbed me! What else was I to do?” Ducky shouts over Jo while a new stream of steady tears bubble down her cheeks. All she can hear is the rush of her heart as her skin tightens and squeezes her aching bones. Does Jo care more about Teddy then her? Will Jo hate her forever for this? She can’t lose Jo to a boy. It would be too devastating.

“Because you were kicking and squealing like a rabid pig,” Jo reminds her as Teddy starts to sit himself up and brush off the dirt that cakes his linen pants. The dirt has turned his pristinely off-white shirt a patchy shade of taupe, and pieces of hair cling to the sweat that stains his forehead. 

“I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad at me,” the younger sister begs, pulling her knees to her chest. Only then does Jo notice the clean rip across her sister’s dress, and her knees, which may have once been red, are painted a festering purple and green. Jo shuffles on her knees over to her sister. Reaching out to touch Ducky’s wound, her hand is quickly swatted away.

“Don’t touch me-”

“What happened?” Jo asks with a biting tongue that’s nearly indistinguishable from Marmee’s stern tone, who they both knew would be anything but pleased if she saw this scene play out in front of her. 

“- I won’t tell you!” Ducky exclaims, her fingers digging into the fabric of what once was a yellow dress. Now, the dress better resembles a scrap of hazy beige fabric with twisting red stains. 

“If I say, he’ll make fun of me! I’ll be a big joke to the both of you,” Ducky continues rambling on before Jo can reply. The older sister scoffs before she can even think of a smart response. 

“Stop being stupid.”

“I’m not! He’ll laugh at me and then you’ll join in too. I’ll die before I tell either of you.”

“I promise I won’t laugh if you tell us what happened,” Teddy speaks up, stopping the glaring contest between the two March sisters. Rather, he ends up with both of the sisters’ wrath upon him as they try to burn holes through him with their gazes alone. However, after his words settle in a new silence, the younger of the two March’s expression softens like butter left in the sun.

“...Will you pinky promise?” she inquisitively replies, not an ounce of humor in her voice. Still curled into a shaking dust ball, Ducky’s shoulders fall as her skin relents and lets her body relax again. 

“Yes, I will,” He replies with the same sincerity as he crawls over, pinky extended. Still shaking, Ducky sticks out her pinky. The blood on her finger has congealed, leaving a deep maroon and brown crust on it that highlights the creases and wear of her fingers. Without hesitation, Teddy curls his pinky around her own, and she stares down as some of her blood coagulates and mixes with the muck that coats his hand. The teen boy’s gaze stops slightly higher, as he finally is granted permission to commit the middle March’s features to memory. Her cheeks are practically about to burst with youth and baby bat. An enteral rosy flush of girlhood stains her skin, and her eyes walk a fine line of being doe-like and bug-like. Her features are an odd amalgamation of the child she’s been and the lady she’s becoming. Suddenly, a fit of giggles bubbles up from her chest, and she looks up at Teddy while their fingers stay intertwined. 

“I thought I saw a fairy, and so I chased it. and then I tripped and fell and ripped Meg’s dress and the pain was so bad I bit my hand and I skinned my knees and I think some of my chin,” Ducky admits with a twitching, uneven smile stretched across her face. One of Teddy’s eyebrows raise in an incredulous surprise, presenting a smile that’s symmetrical to the younger girl’s. He slowly turns his head back to meet Jo’s gazes, whose eyes are glued to her sister’s. Slowly, like a pot of water coming to a simmer, all three of them dissolve into a fit of giggles. Their voices bubble and pop into the summer air as they shake the dust off their clothes with their heaving shoulders and shaking heads. None of them know exactly what the joke is, but none of them can fight through the never ending stream of laughter to ask. For what feels like seconds and days, the three lay on the road twisting and writhing in laughter until the sun finds rest in a valley far from the three’s line of sight. 

Once the three finish collecting the remnants of themselves and picking up their aching bodies from the road, Jo hoists Ducky onto her back and kisses her bloody hand. A small streak of the dusty maroon liquid stains her lips, but the older sister doesn’t try to wipe it off. Ducky’s cheek is pressed to hers as they walk at a leisurely pace. All either can hear is the steady rate of their perfectly similar breaths. A silent “I love you” is shared in each inhale, and, through each exhale, boths’ feelings are validated and fully realized. Teddy matches their pace as they walk through the beginning of the young night’s song. Stretching out her hand, Ducky lightly brushes the creased fabric of his sleeve in a poor attempt to tap his shoulder. The young girl doesnt look over to him but, rather, rests her chin on her sister’s shoulder.

“I’m Y/N, but Jo n’ everyone calls me ‘Ducky’,” the young girl introduces herself as if he hasn’t been Jo’s friend for several passing seasons, “I hate it, but you can call me it, if you want to.” Although she has found the courage to speak to the young boy, she hasn’t found it in herself to look him in the eyes. Perhaps one day she’ll find her bravery hiding in the trenches of her gut, but today is not that day. Teddy smiles through a sigh as he looks over at her. Half of her dress is so torn it almost drags against the ground, and the rest of her is hidden under the protective folds of Jo’s gray skirt. 

“I’m Laurence, but Jo calls me ‘Teddy’ and everyone else calls me ‘Laurie’,” The young boy plays along in introducing himself. For a split second, he catches her eyes darting over to catch his gaze, but the second is quick.

“Okay, Laurie,” she replies simply, ending the conversation as soon as it had started. For the rest of the trek home, the three walk in silence, and the world doesn’t speak either as it watches over the three make their way home. 

Please like & repost & comment !! Also let me know if you're interested in reading the whole Laurie x reader fanfic !! It goes back & forth between past & present, similar to 2019 movie adaption.

[afro-elf]

LETS GOOOOO 1,808 WORDSSSSS!!!!! Happy Writeober!! May you have many words in you

thank you <3

[lostfracturess]

haha and now as i said, my thoughts during the chapter as messy and chaotic as always (really sorry) 😭

omg, their convo is kinda ridiculous 😭

"He's miserable," you said.

"You always say that about him."

"Because it always fits."

I AM CRYING THAT'S SO ACCURATE 😭😭😭😭 gosh it's just the beginning and i am already close to fainting.

"Perhaps you should focus more on your studies than on discussing your personal life. Maybe then you'd actually pass your exams." WOAH SIR THAT WAS RUDE :(((

"Sukuna"

YOU. BITCH. COME HERE I WILL FUCKING KICK YOUR STUPID UGLY ASS

"Sukuna's smile widened. "In private? With you, always."

listen here bitch STAY AWAY FROM HERE OR I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE 😤😤😤😤

"Sukuna leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Oh, I think we both know it's not me who pushes him to the edge."

oh my fucking fod you stupid prick, thanks for another ember in the already bright fire of self deprecation of the s&c reader, as though she's not well aware of it 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

"The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you could even think about what you were doing, your hand was moving. The sound of the slap echoed through the empty classroom, and Sukuna's head snapped to the side from the force of the impact" JESUS I LOVE THIS WOMAN I AM ON MY KNEES SJEJJEEJEJEJJEEJ

"Ha," he said, looking at the blood on his fingertips. "Looks like the kitten has claws." He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, as if savoring the sensation. "You know, it's funny," Sukuna continued, his voice almost conversational. "Satoru always did have a thing for the feisty ones."

i don't know how are you doing that, that's probably a writing talent of yours (one of many things actually) but i want to get through my screen and punch him so bad. just why he even has a nerve to speak about satoru and his preferences? like he really knows him. shut up ugly ass

oh my god, it's not even a third of the chapter, and i am already crying :( my poor poor girl, she doesn't deserve all of this, she's just been so strong this entire time, and that accusations from sukuna are cherry on top. yes, satoru wouldn't overdose, if there wasn't a s&c reader, but... it's just a part of their relationship, brutal, somehow ugly and harsh. if there wasn't a s&c reader, he would never experienced feeling of being truly loved and love. and i am sure that satoru wouldn't trade anything for that feeling, he would go through thousands overdoses just to keep her in her life. that's not healthy, but again, we're all in here. actually, I don't think their relationships can be measured by healthiness and unhealthiness anymore, it's too deep and complicated from both sides. they are so beautiful in destroying of each other, and also beautiful in creating something fragile and tender between them.

well, but comparing her to satoru's parents... that's a low blow for sure. there's a drastic difference between them: s&c reader lover satoru and that's on period.

not panic attack in the front of sukuna, my poor girl 😭😭😭😭 I can't do this anymore (continuing reading)

"Satoru didn't need to see your weakness, not when he was already teetering on the edge. You had to bottle it all up, bury it deep. You took another deep breath, forcing your shaking hands to still" no baby no, don't shut yourself out, he loves all of you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 nooooo i cantttt, nici, you're a cruel woman.

"This case here," you said, waving the folder. "Failing liver." JESUS NO PUT THAT DOWN NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. we're on the edge of the catastrophe REMEMBER MY WORDSSSSS

"I'm just being honest. I don't see how anyone with that liver damage could survive. But the other vitals are pretty impressive for someone in their 50s. Strange." You paused, your eyes meeting his. "But why are you looking into that?" FIFTIES 😭😭😭😭😭😭 ROASTED.

yeah know she's acknowledging him slowly dying i am so happy 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 it's really another level of pain

"No," you said finally. "Based on these stats, there's no way this patient will survive, even with treatment. The liver damage is too extensive, even aggressive treatment would likely only cause unnecessary suffering," your eyes meet his, "It would be cruel to give them false hope." no, forget. THIS is another level of pain. i literally have to pause and put away the phone to process 😃😃😃😃😃😃

"You knew that this medicine was rather new. Expensive, if insurance didn't cover it. A single dose cost more than some people earned in a month"

is that okay if i think this is hot? because i fucking do

"See you next month, then," he said, a playful lilt returning to his voice. "For your next dose of preventative migraine medicine. But don't be late. I hate when patients keep me waiting."

he loves her so much it's insane IT'S UTTERLY INSANE. i am so sure that to loved is to be seen and the way he takes care of her it's just too much for my heart. i love their love

"You should be numb to it by now, but each pill felt like a punch to your gut. He popped them into his mouth and swallowed dry, a practiced motion. Dread tightened in your stomach"

"Turning back to face you, he asked, "You want to grab something in the cafeteria then?"

the way he's doing that so causal and the way that thing became causal between them...scary at least :(

"I don't think I have to answer your question," he said, cold, dismissive." wow. so nice. I would already cry, tbh

wow. i am completely utterly speechless. i have never in my life read something like that. the play, i mean. this is beyond beautiful and tragic. it's just...i don't, i am still speechless. reached the very deep of my heart. i felt this inescapable cage that their love is. thank you for letting us to see that. and the sonnets (if i am right?) so beautiful in their pain.

"Suguru studied you for a long moment. He didn't need to ask. He knew you well enough to know what was going on. Yeah, how ugly it is to be truly seen." just after i said for me to be loved is to be seen...

"You shook your head. "No. I can't. I need work...I need to focus on something, anything, or I think I'll fall apart."

this hurts even more knowing suguru loves her 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 i am killing myself

"He hesitated, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before he finally nodded and peeled off his gloves. He leaned forward, his hand gently undoing the tight knot of your crossed arms. He took your hand in his, tracing shooting lines across the back of your hand" i realised at that moment and remembered your answer about that suguru would be safer, more healthier to her. and that small gesture reminded me of it. and her words about being near satoru felt like home, and now she's falling apart and needed distance from him...

"You'd already compromised so much, given up so much, to turn yourself into someone he could love without tearing himself to pieces. But how much more could you sacrifice before there was nothing left of you, before you became a stranger, before it became some kind of murder?" can this passage be carved on my gravestone? thanks

JESUS CHRIST I ALMOST PASSED OUT READING THIS I KNEW SHE WOULD BE ALIVE OF COURSE BUT READING THIS OH KNOW I HAVE A FEW GREY HAIR NOW

"You inhaled, the air burning in your lungs. Before you could exhale, a familiar voice roared down the corridor, slicing through the quiet of the hospital. For a brief moment, you wondered if it might have been better to have died in the flames" oh yessss the loving boyfriend ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I think we're done here. Thank you," you said cautiously to the doctor beside you, bracing yourself for the inevitable scene Satoru was about to make." i am laughing i think this is something hysterical already

"Satoru's grip on your face tightened ever so slightly. He looked like he wanted to kill you right after he was done with the other two poor souls in the room" no, it's definitely something hysterical 😭😭😭😭

"Oh, I—" the doctor stuttered, looking like he wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Poor guy." he's gonna faint, omg

never anger dr. handsome ✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻

"I swear to god, I'll buy this goddamn second-rate hospital and have you all fired if you don't leave us alone. Now."

*tapping the mic*

i am so so sorry BUT PLEASE ANYONE TELL ME IF YOU FOUND THIS HOT BECAUSE I DO

*mic drop*

"I have an alert on you. In every hospital in this country," he said without hesitation, his tone matter-of-fact, as if it were the most natural thing in the world" UHM- WHAT????????? I AM SORRY??????????? it would be a real red flag in real life BUT HERE???????? jesus christ

"But how could you be angry when he stood before you, so vulnerable and broken? How could you deny the executioner the willing blood, the scars he carved into his own flesh with the blade that is your love?" whoa. that's is so fucking beautiful. a poetic masterpiece.

"The living room was a wasteland, the couch a blackened, smoking husk, the bookshelves reduced to piles of charred kindling. The kitchen was even worse, the appliances melted and twisted, the cabinets nothing more than gaping, empty holes in the wall" I don't know whether it was intentional from you or i am hyperanalyzing things as usual, but could this description of the burnt flat be somehow a metaphor to her own inner state?

"Somehow all seemed to be stuck until it went up in flames. As if the grand scheme of things had something against you" omg seems like i am right 😭

"Kafka," you said with a smile, and he looked at you like you might have lost your mind" i think they have already lost it too long ago....

"Satoru had fallen back into addiction, and you? Somehow, you felt like you didn't know who you were anymore, your identity bleeding from open wounds onto the already soaked carpet below" my poor poor girl....i wanna hug her and shoosh 😭😭😭😭

that conversation in his apartment... feels like the first their normal conversation in a long time...too normal actually. i smell a rat...🤔🤔🤔🤔 (look at her seeking signs of angst IN A NORMAL CONVERSATION)

"Staggering back, you gripped the doorframe for support, fighting the bile that scorched your throat. The image was seared into your brain, a permanent scar that refused to fade. You closed the door, shutting out the painful memory" jesus in that moment i realized i kinda overlooked her trauma for seeing satoru basically DEAD. it's not like your see the person you love that much overdosed to the point of no return, and while you wanna run away from that, you force yourself to be strong and steady and save him, to take this burden you. this is so unfair and cruel. but again, when our world was fair?... she's been too strong for all this time, and now we see how she's slowly falling apart :(

"You couldn't shake the sickening feeling of helplessness that had engulfed you in that moment, the realization that no matter how desperately you wanted to, you were powerless to save him" i don't know how to put it right, but...i think by saving him, she killed him. pulled him from the agonizing abyss of addiction, so that he can fall in it more harder than he's ever been.

"For years, you had clung to the belief that if only you had been older, if only you had been stronger, you could have saved him" and of course the overlapping with her father's death 👍🏻 nici, you're a cruel woman. genius and cruel.

"Every moment spent with him was a delicate dance on the edge of a knife, never knowing when the blade might slip and cut you both to the bone" your metaphors should be studied at the literature classes. or stylistics.

"The love you had for him, the love he had for you, it was a malignant growth, metastasizing, consuming, destroying everything in its wake. It was a sickness with no cure. No treatment. No hope for remission.

Symptom and cause, all at once"

MIC. FUCKING. DROP.

yeah, their love is like a burning inferno, destroying everything in its wake. even them. everything will be destroyed in its flames..

"But it was too late. He quickly undid the bandages, ignoring your protests. The bandage fell away, revealing the ugly truth beneath" i really feel like it's a metaphor to her inner state and I think it is, applying bandages to her already ruined self, and it doesn't help even in the slightest. and then satoru helping her..i think it's another sign she really shouldn't to carry all the burden together

"He slumped over the counter once more, his head buried in his hands, his fingers tearing at his hair. You were sure he was pulling out strands, his shoulders heaving with each ragged breath" I can't do this anymore, bye everyone THIS IS MY SYMPTOM AND MY CAUSE.

"You knew it wasn't directed at you, but at your stubborn refusal to let him in, to share your pain. You hadn't wanted to trouble him, to add another burden to his already heavy shoulders." GIRL?????? ISN'T IT THE SAME THING THAT INFURIATES YOU ABOUT SATORU????? U GOOD????

"But for now, in this moment, you could pretend. Pretend that love was enough. But was it really? Was love alone enough to keep you both alive?" unfortunately it's not enough. even if people love each other with all their heart, it still may be not enough. the ugly truth.

"Nothing. You're just there." He hesitated, as if the memory itself was too painful to relive. "But I see your hands, covered in blood. It won't wash away. And I can't wake up, can't look away." 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃 should i ever say something about her imagining blood on her hands or?

"But you did, Satoru. And you'll do it again," you said. "But I'm yours to break. So it's okay." i am not a person anymore. just... goodbye. the way she willingly let herself to be broken by him, because she simply cannot...

"There's just this chaos inside my head, and I don't know how to sort it out." and yet she finds comfort in his chaos 💜

"You moved closer, closing the distance between you. "Then do it scared, Satoru," you said, your voice soft but unwavering. "You don't have to wait until your past is undone, until you feel forgiveness for your parents, or until this mess with Sukuna is over. You are not paralyzed by it. So do it scared." No way... are they.... COMMUNICATING??????? WHAT???????????? AM I NOT TRIPPING????

The next morning, you were rudely awakened by the obnoxious ringing of the doorbell. Seriously, couldn't you just have a normal wake-up call for once in this chapter? Is that too much to ask, author? I AM FUCKING SOBBING THE FOURTH WALL BREAKING

"The men filed past you, their heavy boots thudding against the floor as they made their way into the apartment. You silently cursed them for not taking off their shoes, knowing you'd have to clean up after them. You closed the door and tried to figure out what to do next. " haha a grumpy old lady

THE DOG 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEY HAVE A DOGGG NOWWWWWWW

"You shook your head, leaning forward and lowering your voice even further in the crowded cafeteria. "No, we need to go there because of Dr. Handsome. We have to find a way to cancel that lawsuit against him." i feel like satoru at that point because any idea of hers is another nail in my coffin

omg i'm so sorry it took me 500 business days to reply lol. but again, i appreciate you so so much for taking the time to give me your insights to your thoughts while reading !! and i'm always so amazing how you got all the little details and metaphors right hehe. so glad you saw all that. it's super rewarding when someone notices and connects with them.

another thing that was a metaphor was the kafka book in her burned apartment. since no one commented on it, i'll just throw it in here lol. like she was looking for the book (that he gave her) and then when she found it she was relieved (it was still untouched by the flames) and then she pressed it tightly to her chest bc she was afraid it might still slip away if she didn't (book = satoru; afraid he slips away as well). okay please tell me does anyone get this ?? or am i thinking too complicated ????? anyway.

i love, love, love all your comments and insights, really. they always bring the biggest smile to my face. your support means the absolute world to me. and i'm so grateful for your kind words, encouragement, and enthusiasm for my work. i hope you have a super amazingly lovely day or night and an even better weekend ahead <3

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Wordsssss to chose from bestieeeeee

Cry

Light

Broken

Red

Impossible

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thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

cry from AC Milan (WIP title):

“It’s okay, amigo,” Dani said from behind him and Jamie noticed for the first time his friend was rubbing his shoulder soothingly.  The act makes Jamie want to cry out for another reason. He had been so distracted by the pain he hadn’t noticed Dani or Sam, who hovered along the other side.  “Okay, let’s get you off the pitch,” Trevor said and he began to wave for the stretcher.  “No,” Jamie said in regard to Trevor’s unspoken question. “No fucking stretcher.” “Jamie, I really think we should get the stretcher.” “Just fucking help me up,” Jamie said and tried to stand on his own, only to immediately fall back on his bum. “One more time?” Fuck.  

Added 333 words in a sprint!

Light from thought I wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

Jamie heard the voice before he saw it, deja vu prickling at his fingers. Jamie strained against the bright light, blinking as the face the voice belonged to came into focus. Jamie closed his eyes again, his head pounding too much to think.  “Mr. Tartt? Can you hear me?” “No,” Jamie said, voice thick with disuse. There was a soft chuckle, though Jamie didn’t know why. More muffled voices filled the room, and Jamie felt the familiar goose bumps on his arm. 

Added 319 words in a sprint <3

Broken from to you dying (season 1 version of Jamie is hit by a car saving Roy):

What had she done? Rebecca had gotten into her head about accountability and all that and then Jamie almost died. Could have died. Probably would have if he wasn’t such a battler. And in a freak accident no less. Who gets hit by a fucking car? What was he even doing there still?

This was her fault. If she hadn’t broken up with him they would’ve left together. Jamie would be safe. She risked a glance at his prone form, wiping fresh tears that came unbidden to her face.

Added 530 words in a sprint!

Red from Dear Leslie:

“Do you feel up to changing?” Higgins asked. Jamie looked down, seemingly just realising he was still in his kit. Another nod as he peeled off his uniform. Higgins scrounged a plastic bag and deposited the dirty kit into it while Jamie changed into his Richmond warmup. Higgins grabbed the now warm ice pack and tossed it in the trash while he cleaned up some of the remaining items left behind by a rushed group of Greyhounds. Jamie appeared next to him with his bag over his shoulder once he was dressed. He looked slightly more solid but still as if a stiff breeze could knock him over.  “How’s your hand?” Jamie peered down at his red knuckles as if forgetting they were attached to his body.  “Yeah, good.” Higgins didn’t call him on the lie. 

Added 245 words in a sprint :)

Impossible from the untitled home invasion fic:

“Oh, it looks like your foot's a bit twisted, love,” Liz said gently. “Can you feel that?”

“No, it's not,” Jamie inexplicably replied.

Roy very gently tried to reassure his friend, "Jamie, I think they're right. it does look fucked. But it’s okay. They’ll get you all sorted.”

Chris set to splinting Jamie’s ankle as he tried to move away, which was impossible in his condition.

“No it's not,” Jamie’s voice cracked.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Roy stepped where Jamie could see him. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Got 250 words in a sprint :)

[anton-exe]

if you set boundaries and they still cross them, block them or delete the asks

what's the point of doing rp and the like if you're not having fun

am i not allowed to make my own choices anymore? 💀

[hypno-addict]

hehehehe luv beeng in bambi giigle timmmmmmmm gigglingg my beain awayyyyy so i gav no smrt convos or us big wordsssss hehehehe only small bimbo words and bimbo convis i can hav if i cant understand sumthin a man tells me or talk 2 me abot i can only giggle hehegege luv beeng in giggl timeeeeee

[eggyolkguzzler]

Is that a challenge my guy?

Say the magic words and I’ll do it!

Magic words... Maaaagic wordsssss... Knowing you weirdos, it could be anything.

Uhhhh...

Abracadabra?

No balls?

Pretty please with bacon on top?

I like men?

I double dog dare you?

[chronically-enthusiastic]

oh yeah i finished Babel!!!!!!

it was very good & i really liked it and all the Themes and all the linguistics stuff was sooooo interestingggggsnhasgnasasn words i love words!! i was wondering how she was going to end it because, you know they're running a revolution, and from a plot perspective they should win because robin is the protagonist, but it was all so well researched and otherwise Very Historically Accurate so was she going to change the entire opium wars part of this history??? and then the ending was like. wow. wow ok that happened. and i thought it was really interesting how So Much of society relied on silver to the point where it literally crumbled when it stopped working?? ough fascinating.

and i LOVED when the match-pairs were explained like YESSSSS tell me about those wordsssss hnnnrnrg i wish i spoke more than englishhhhh. and how it only worked when the person saying the words was someone who *really* understood what they meant, and how less common languages were more powerful because the words were more different, and the connections between english's borrowed words & colonialism oughh the THEMES. also when [redacted for spoilers reasons] dies and they all immediately go 'how do we hide the body?' instead of 'what happened????!?!?'

sjansjnask i really really liked ittttttttt thank you for reminding me it existed lol <3

ALSKDJFNLASDKJFNAKSDJF F;AJSDGQSL'KJG BABBBEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

*composes themself*

Oh yes, that book that I thought was mediocre /SARC

The linguistic stuff was INCREDIBLE I LOVED IT ASLKDJF!!!!!! I get what you mean about the plot!!! I normally know where it is going to go, but with Babel there were endless possibilities!!!!

I didnt realise that that actually happened in history?!?!?! Can I say I hate Britain (because of wanting to start a war - im assuming that that happened too?) ? We have such an awful history and aggh why did/do people think its okay to kill people for stupid reasons its awful......

IKR!!!! I feel like it has a lot of parallels with AI in today's society? And other mechanical/technological advancements.

THE LINGUISTICS OMG ALKSJDFHASDLKJFHAS;DJFLKJFHASLDKHFBADSLKHBFLADKHF

HNNGGGGGG

YES!!!! I love their dynamic and how they trust each other so much (Well...... mostly), and I love the 'how do we hide the body' trope! When I read the part where [REDACTED] dies I felt *emotions*. He was an awful person but [REDACTED] didnt deserve the emotional trauma of that........ And RAMY MY DARLING HNNGGGGGGGGGGG SO ANGRY ABOUT THAT DKLFSJSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I really wish there was a sequel though - I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WORLD!?!!! DID IT WORK?!?! HOW DID THEY REBUILD THE WORLD WITHOUT SILVER ETC??!?!?!?!??!?!

I'm so so so so glad you liked it - thank you for existing to share the joys and pain of this book with me <3

[dangermousie]

This scene is just NO WORDS NO WORDSSSSS

When he brings up his best friend, who died because of her (tho he has no idea) and then talks about his first time killing someone FERAL FERAL I AM FERAL FERALLLLL

The way she draws into herself, cold - and the cold is not from the night air but from her emotions and like AAAAA the way she does not draw attention to it, not just because it would be asking for comfort from a man who should offer her none if he knew the truth, but also because in her life she is long used to being asked for things, not one who asks things from others and expects to be indulged.

And yet and yet and yet he sees...

AND! I literally tried not to scream here....

I just love that he is also so quiet, there is no fuss, nothing even said, except he, though he’s wounded and probably needing the warmth more than she does, just takes his robe off silently to drape on her.

The way it drapes on her, like wings, is sooooo pretty!

AAAAAA THEM THEM THEM THEMMMMM

[strawberri-syrup]

im just gonna start saying words because i am catching up on pd and i have Theories but they are probably wrong because of newer eps ANYWAY!!!! jason is talking abt how the last wisperer died (forgot it was an inhereted thing lol) and. you see. williams parents are divorced. and idk which is te step parent. do we know that? anyway. his father was the older whisperer and got killed my mal and bam bam bam idk im just saying wordsssss

[404hesgone]

lowkey wishing that on twitter i could curate it like on tumblr like i have almost 60 words and tags muted here LMAOOO and like all negative stuff i don’t see unless i go looking

BUT ON TWITTER people censor words that would be used for mutes and it’s so frustrating like i’ll see stuff i’m trying to avoid and it is not fun whatsoever 😔😔 i have so many muted words and yet none of them actually get muted bc people put random numbers into the wordsssss

[postshrapnelbloodloss]

I’m done with school until next week Monday

Also my fic has reached 100k wordsssss

That's a lot of words. Our hair is blue now and I wasn't fronting when it was dyed so I had to give myself a doubletake in the mirror. Like who is he. Oh he is me

[novel-nook-blog]

Camp nano – week 3 🪽

Monday 7/15

Today's weather is killing me! It's so hot I think my brain is boiling. Uf! BUT all in all, it was a very productive day. I had a job meeting and I've also done some work around my potential clients (this is a job offer I took just for funsies) – it's a finance job and it's so off my uni major that it makes me laugh. But when I got home I started writing right after a stand-up comedy with Matt Rife that is on netflix (why haven't I found out about this sooner?!). But tbh it was so hard to get words out of myself, I'm currently stuck at the beginning of chapter 3, the first draft version sucks (yeah, it's THAT horrible) so I'm trying to figure out a new way of writing it and it's difficult. I don't like writing beginnings, it's all about the backstory but not so much because you don't want to throw everything at once on your reader. Meh. But I have to get through it so I can get to the good parts.

Wordcount: 321

Tuesday 7/16:

What a day! I woke up super early and got right into writing. That stopped at around 300 words in... when I was inspired to cook lunch that took so long to do, as always when I'm cooking 😂. And after lunch I visited my grandparents so I got back to writing an hour ago (11 pm). Fun fact, I was carrying a book with me all day long everywhere I went and haven't read a single page 🥲.

Wordcount: 1042

Wednesday 7/17:

It's almost 11 pm and I need to write some wordsssss. Ngl I was avoiding writing today a bit. I only wrote 180 words so far and I'm so tired, but we'll see if I get it done.

It's 5 minutes before midnight and I'm done for today. I finally finished chapter 3, that makes me glad and anxious at the same time because the part I was avoiding for so long is slowly approaching. But after that dreadful part that's ahead of me, the good ones will slowly come in.

Wordcount: 1077

Thursday 7/18:

I don't think I'm going to write today. It's almost 9 pm and I'm sooo tired. I had a doctor's appointment today in a city that's kind of far away from where I live. And now, as I finally got to my bed, I just want to read for a bit, so I think I'm going to do that.

Wordcount: 0

Friday 7/19:

It's baad. It's 11 pm and an hour ago I finally got back home. Today I had a pottery date with my best friend and we spent most of the day together. I had a wonderful time! But I'm so tired to write anything so I think I'm gonna head to bed. I'm not sure how much I'm going to write on the weekend, because my mom wants to go to an aquapark. But I'll keep you updated.

Wordcount: 0

Saturday 7/20:

It's almost 1 am on a Sunday and I'm finished for today. I had a great day with a lot of swimming and sunbathing and reading. But even though I'm exhausted, I needed to write some words... I don't have as many as I need but my brain is fried and I changed a whole dialogue part I need to write now and I don't have the capacity in me to do so in this unholy hour. I need my sleep.

Wordcount: 731

Sunday 7/21:

This is THE day!! I enjoyed the sunny weather outside by the swimming pool with a good book and my laptop and I wrote 2k words! I feel like I haven't done that in a long time (and before summer break I wrote around 3k daily).

Wordcount: 2030