PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Cosimo Galluzzi
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor
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@abarbaricyalp
listen I am all for fidget toys. But we need to go harder. Humans were actually not meant to sit through lectures without using their hands. Fight against the robotification of humanity. Do fibercrafts in your office/classroom/church. You do not need to sit there like the impassable ideal man. Do fibercrafts. Start embroidering at work. Listen to the call of the strings.
"The America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries."
-Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
For Sambucky prompts, how about "lullaby"?
I was so tempted to go back to 'You Are My Sunshine' with this, but I refrained. I loved this prompt so much! CW: Nightmares
Sam woke up choking on a quiet sob. The dark, reaching fingers of the dream covered his eyes for a few seconds, painting the world in bloody landscapes and echoing screams. The bedroom faded into view too slowly. Not so much chasing away the phantom visions, as appearing behind them as they faded.
His heart ached fiercely and he felt he could barely breathe. As gently as he could, while his body throbbed with stress, he sat up and untangled the sheets from himself. He didn't get much further. Didn't even get his legs off the side of the bed. Just sat there, knees bent, fan blowing across hot sweat, and let everything hurt.
He put his fingers to the back of his arm, the side of his forearm, looking for scratches that weren't there, that had never been there. No one had ever gripped at him, looking for a savior. It was just a concoction of a guilty conscience.
"Sweetheart?" a voice said from the balcony door.
Sam almost came out of his skin. One hand went to the other side of the bed, searching for Bucky. The other reached for the handgun he kept between the bed and end table.
But Bucky wasn't beside him. The extra heat beneath the blanket was caused by the cats, who were ignoring him as he patted them down. He blinked away the moonlight glare and found Bucky's silhouette in the doorway instead.
"Why are you up?" Sam asked. And he sounded as tired as he felt.
"Long week without any action," Bucky said with a shrug. "You know I don't need a lot of rest outside of recovery."
"I give you plenty of action," Sam mumbled.
as a writer you will have a specific deck of vocab words you like using a lot and when you read other peoples' work you will see a very clear spread of different vocab words on their end. this is why you need to read, to collect other writers' words like it's a card game
there is nothing a corporation hates more than having employees, but a close second is having to provide a good or service in order to make money. these two reasons concisely explain is why the ai bubble formed in the first place.
5 things your character can't do while speaking
Choke. Just think about it, seriously. Think about what choking is and imagine speaking while it’s happening. That would fuckin’ hurt, man.
Hiss. Look, it’s just not possible, okay? No matter how “evil” you want your character to seem.
Snarl. Animals snarls. The Beast from Beauty and the Beast snarls. The Hulk snarls. You know who doesn’t snarl? PEOPLE WHEN THEY’RE SPEAKING.
Shriek. Come on, 99% of the time, “shriek” is not the word you want.Let’s face it: if you put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, your reader gets the picture. Don’t bring to mind banshees and screaming toddlers.
Sneer. I’m not even going to bother explaining this one. “SNEER” ISN’T EVEN A SOUND.
Choked is not meant to be taken literally, an obstruction in the throat. It means they’re having difficultly speaking, they’re forcing the words out with difficulty. Often used when the character is convulsed in tears or laughter.
Hiss is a low, threatening whisper. Raw, guttural, vicious. It is NOT a literal hiss like an animal, it is a tone of voice that serves the same function. Someone will hiss that they’re going to cut your throat- a message from one person to the other.
Snarl is the same kind of thing. Not literal, it’s a tone of voice that serves the same function. It’s raw and gutteral like a hiss, but more savage than vicious. It’s loud, it’s showy, it’s intimidating. It’s very alpha male, big man, look at how fucking dangerous I am. I’ll take ALL of you on. Even if they’re snarling at one person in particular, nobody better back them up or they’re gonna get fucked up too.
Shriek. Come on, seriously? We’ve all heard people shriek either in fear or outrage. High pitched, loud, out of control, feminine. Men can shriek, but it’s funny and emasculating. Think angry italian women throwing pots and pans or ladies on tables who just saw a mouse.
Sneering is contempt whether it’s a facial expression or a tone of voice or both. There are a hundred different ways to sneer with your voice, but it all adds up to the same thing.
How descriptive words work 101
Op radiating cinema sins energy with that list lol
OP tagging this as “reasons they stop reading a book in ch 1” yet not grasping like the most basic form of figurative language is… something
i've made my decision. i want to start crying.
You’re out of your depth, kid.
Camouflage 🍅🐉🌿
Hellboy the librarian by Mike Mignola.
i'm sorry i never did your tag game. i love you
A little bit of cardamom on the sides
A little bit of garlic on the fries
A little bit of cumin's what I need
A little bit of paprika for me please
A little more vanilla in this rum
A little bit of nutmeg on this bun
A little bit of cinnamon in the pan
A little bit of honey on this ham
OWaaaa
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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) | S03E04
Either 1 or 16 for the 'put a guy in a situation' prompts, if you'd like? (Or, if you're really feeling it, one has a truth serum and one has a lie curse)
16. Meeting past/future self
I tried to force about a hundred other ideas but this fic really just wanted to be a companion piece to stuck in the space that you left and who am I to argue?
Bucky's ears are still ringing with the force of the blast when the sensation of falling abruptly stops. His eyes are still squeezed shut, his arms distressingly empty when they'd been holding Sam a second ago. Underneath him, where there had been the stone steps of the Capitol, he can feel something plush, the gentle give of springs and a fabric under his fingers worn soft by time.
His eyes are still closed when he hears a voice that makes his rising panic subside.
"You're okay, Buck," says Sam, a little ways away. Bucky hears the close of what sounds like a fridge door, and then Sam's voice is a little clearer. "You're in Delacroix, in my house. I know you were in DC a second ago, but you didn't lose any time or memories. You just traveled forward."
Sam's voice is so measured, so practiced, but Bucky still has trouble coming to grips with what he's saying. It doesn't escape his notice that in all of his orienting, Sam has failed to tell him what time he's apparently traveled to.