#write drunk edit sober

[stellorao3]

My holy trinity when I lock in and start writing

ice cold beer

nicotine

the death of a bachelor album on loop

[moody-alcoholic]

I cried TWICE writing the next chapter of Special Delivery Service.

I have nothing left to say...

[severin-photocopy]

I'm gonna be honest but "Monsieur Venus" is basically a dream life. So you are telling me I can just do art for the rest of my life, have weird kinky sex and get high? sign me up please

[psych0p0mp-on-ao3]

Following the ol' ernest hemingway advice tonight

[hireem]

even

I’m just sitting on the beach thinking how many things I like

Even if you’re not a thing I like you the most

I’m just lying in the garden talking to myself and wondering if you think about me

Even if you already have forgotten me

Don’t think, just let it go, don’t get attached to the past

You don’t have to get attached to the past

Like a twilight, past doesn’t have colors

Sometimes I can’t sleep and just think about beauty and that’s you, just being yourself

Even if you’re contemplating what you’re gonna do

There are words I can’t explain its meaning

Even when I see you too mad at the world because you can’t have it in your hands

And I say

Don’t think, just let it free, don’t get attached to the past

You don’t have to get attached to the past, to memories

Because none of it has colors and that’s it

You cannot see it.

You cannot hear it

Even if you get involved closely.

◊ Written by Hireem, February 2013.

[fyvmpoetsandwriters]

We wish you a very creative year!

[chaoticneutralficwriter]

[heylittleriotact]

I keep reading it and laughing. I was hammered lmao.

🕯️WIP WEDNESDAY 🕯️

I feel like I’m living in the stupidest simulation ever, and have no idea what to do except balm the agony of existence with shameless smut.

Fuck all the other WIPS - the soul yearns for plotless porn that I guess is a second part to Algor Mortis.

@aldisobey @caffeinatedmunchkin @emmg @xxnashiraxx and anyone else who has a WIP: I wanna seeeeee.

Under the cut for porn.

💚💚💚💚💚

It was before dawn when she found herself drawn from sleep. She might have closed her eyes and resumed her slumber had she not found herself completely discombobulated: confused at the feeling of the soft feather mattress beneath her and the surely offensive thread count of the smooth sheets that covered it. Her surroundings smelled unfamiliar, and the air was too dry.

It was pitch dark where she was, but that didn’t stop her from lifting her head from the pillow that was steeped in the memory of a wealthy but dead Tevinter woman’s perfume: a depressing and faint medley of stale florals and and bergamot blended into something cloying and powdery. It was the sort of perfume that judgmental old money wore purely because it was an old and very exclusive label. Whether or not it was a complimentary fragrance was secondary to the prestige of owning a bottle and dousing oneself with it to the point where no one within a mile radius could escape the stinky clutches of the pungent status symbol.

She swallowed past the fear and uncertainty that had tightened her throat and felt around in the dark, finding the grounding and familiar shape of Emmrich.

A trembling sigh of relief spilled from her lips and she instantly felt herself relax as her fingers danced along the shape of his bare abdomen, dipping into concaves and skimming over lines, trailing over the soft hair that grew under his navel and up over his sternum.

She didn’t need to see him to know the shape of him… to know every inch of his elegant, carefully groomed and diligently cared for body.

They had spoken of plans during their bath, and she had elaborated on a few of her own with the full intention of seeing them through until exhaustion had triumphed.

Unsatisfied with the unwanted interference in her carefully crafted designs for the beginning of their future together, she left Emmrich’s side, keeping her palm flat against the gentle rise and fall of his stomach.

Slipping across the sleek surface of the sheets as she moved down the bed, her thumb swept over the shape of his hip bone and she placed a row of little kisses just beneath the joint of his thigh, dawdling a lazy path on his soft skin until she reached his cock.

Soft, warm, and smelling faintly of the fragrant oils from their bath and his own natural musk, she nuzzled against him, burying her nose in the coarse, well maintained thatch of hair before gently drawing him into her mouth.

She loved feeling him expand in her mouth, filling her and brushing against her cheeks as she patiently coaxed him to attention.

Almost soothingly she stroked his lower belly as she swirled her tongue around his flaccid length, hollowing her cheeks and wrapping her other hand around his base to pull back his foreskin and impart a broad, firm lick to the underside of his head.

A groggy moan warbled through the darkness, and she smiled against him before using the tip of her tongue to collect the moisture that was already collecting at his tip - an action that wrought a sharp gasp of air through teeth she couldn’t see.

Filling her mouth with his rapidly hardening cock again until she felt her fingers bump against her lips, she sighed around him, revelling in the taste of him… the heat of him… the texture of his prominent veins against her tongue.

Long fingers twined into her hair and she drew back slowly, knowing the wet drag of her cheeks felt sinfully good in his increasingly aroused state.

He uttered a heady little sigh when she released him with a lewd ‘pop’, the vulgarity of the action exaggerated by their shared inability to see one another in the room that was as dark and still as a tomb.

She let a robust quantity of saliva drip from her partly open mouth onto his twitching cock, spreading it over him with a few lazy strokes.

Taking him in her mouth again, she eased him deeper still, spurred on by the symphony of gentle panting and whispered moans coming from the head of the bed. She stopped when she felt him hit the very back of her mouth, and swallowed around him before beginning to slowly bob her head on his cock.

With an enraptured hiss, the fingers in her hair loosened and disappeared, returning to tenderly sweep aside some that had fallen into her face.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispered over the sloppy squelching sounds of her pleasing him.

Moaning around him, she continued, picking up her pace, stroking him with her hand in rhythm with her mouth. She heard the soft ‘thump’ of his head falling back to the pillow and he offered her name up to the utter blackness like a prayer.

[lilaccatholic]

aaaaaaaaaahhhh the church job i applied for sent a list of follow up questions which, while a (seemingly?) good sign, is making my anxiety and imposter syndrome flare up SO bad

pray for me????

[rabnerd28]

Being on the second draft of a script, truly is just "damn girl, you don't need to include every thought you have".

[frownyalfred]

I know it's been said to write drunk and edit sober, but I've had two seltzers and now I'm just sad, a little horny, and I can't remember how to spell anything correctly

[the-cookie-of-doom]

i wrote 2.6k of sex pollen, I can't wait to get home and edit this mess tomorrow

Should I try to write like this lol

[geneticcatalyst]

cranberry orange hard cider for my editing woes

[ragewrites]

last poems of 2023, both holiday gifts meant for the same friend.

[metamatar]

i think editing an essay with atleast a hard seltzer in my system is compulsory

[givehimthemedicine]

me, hyperfixated, writing analysis: hohoho these are such great discoveries and I've explained them sooo clearly

me, no longer hyperfixated, reading my own analysis wip after not touching it for 2 months: