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@alainayumira
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Hi! I go by alainayumira (a-lay-na you-mi-ra) I don't know what to do with this blog tbh haha I just reblog stuff, write some thoughts, blah blah blah.
4 words to describe myself: boyish, weird, probably insane :)
I don't really have much to say. eh, just gonna put some stuff below-
discord: immaspy#7285 https://poetizer.com/author/141587
“We had a good time, didn’t we?”
“We did. It was the best.”
"how do you get stuff done?" bitch with tears in my eyes 😭
some random scene I thought of while washing the dishes #47
okay sure I don't have time to wash dishes but I can still imagine scenarios T^T
also, YALL IM BACK AGAINN
FRIEND 1: *walks over to A*
FRIEND 1: *hugs A*
FRIEND 2: *stares*
FRIEND 1: *transitions from hugging A to carrying A bridal style*
FRIEND 2: *stares some more*
FRIEND 3: bruh
FRIEND 3: I'm telling B. /lh
FRIEND 2: yeah that's the weirdest shit I've ever seen-
this is based on a true fricking story and it happened to me like, YESTERDAY
huhuhu
oh and thanks to the people that found and interacted with my posts lol, ehehehehe
I go from “wow” to “ew” so fast
writing fanfics is wild because you could have 12000 people read it and get like, seven comments
And that’s why you stop posting fanfic
I’m being really serious about this guys. If you post a fic and get 112 hits, 100 kudos and 50 comments? You will write so many more stories and post them all. But 11200 hits, 120 kudos and 12 comments? You may write another story, but you’ll have no REASON to POST it.
Also I cannot emphasize enough how much story-hosting websites (ie AO3) ARE NOT SOCIAL MEDIA. It literally DOES NOT MATTER HOW LONG AGO SOMETHING WAS PUBLISHED; IF YOU CONSUMED IT YOU ARE STILL OBLIGATED TO THANK THE PERSON WHO PROVIDED IT FOR YOU, even if just by leaving kudos.
im gonna go a step further and say no kudos isn’t enough!!!! and writers should not have to fucking BEG to hear from their readers!!!! like it’s bullshit,,,, y'all need get into the habit of leaving comments like emojis and keyboardsmashing if it’s difficult and take it from someone who had to practice but with practice it gets much easier to leave comments on everything you read (that you finish)
As a writer, i can only say this is so true! Comments are what keep me going. Getting these AO3 e-mails with “username left a comment on title of fic” has me literally jumping and squealing. It means so, so much!
As a reader, i always try to leave kudos and comments… because i know how much it means…
Lack of comments is a very VERY effective way to destroy a writers’ motivation. I’m always hella slow updating my writing. No one really reads it, let alone comments, unless I specifically seek out one of my friends or mutuals to read it and get feedback. It really does a blow to the motivation.
I don’t read fanfic but I try to do this with artist as well. If you see an underrated piece of art, leave a like and instead of just reblogging, reblog it with a nice little note :)
im obsessed with self improvement *continues to rot*
some random scene I thought of while washing the dishes #46
(let's just say I haven't been washing dishes often :')
A: *just chillin*
B: hey A
B: truth or dare
D: *whispers* pick truth
A: no. dare.
B: HAH THEY FELL FOR THE TRICK-
B: okay so
B: I dare you to tell us three secrets that you haven't shared to anyone :>
A:
A: One. (something really dark)
A: Two. (something rather embarrassing)
D: no I think I've heard about that-
B: shh be quiet
A: and Three..
A: *proceeds to speak in 5 different languages*
D: um what
B: you know we're dumb, right
A: *sighs*
A: *looks at C*
C: what is it
A: it all translates to "I like you."
A: *calmly leaves as C stares with their mouth open*
C: wHA-
wassup ya'll
moved to another blog (sigh) idk what im doing
is there like a blog here that gives you descriptions of stuff
like you ask "HELP ME PLS HOW DO YOU DESCRIBE A FLOWER" and they go "oh here ya go sweetie a beautiful description you can reference"
BECAUSE I DESPERATELY NEED THAT
HOW THE FRICK DO YOU DESCRIBE A DINER???
MY BRAIN IS MUSHIER THAN BEFORE
HOW DO YOU EVEN START A NOVEL
LIKE WHAT YOU WRITE SOME SENTENCES AND TA DAA YOU HAVE THE BEGINNING OF A NOVEL??
I'VE BEEN ASKING A LOT OF PEOPLE NOW BUT THEY'RE NOT ANSWERING ME
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
dancing prompts:
part 2
aesthetic:
flowing gowns and fitted suits
sparkling jewels embroidered on a dress
long, beautiful chandeliers
decorated halls; differing depending on what type of dance it is
wooden floors
silk gloves, high heels
bowties and neckties
shimmering light
flushed cheeks
dancing barefoot
flowing hands and flexible bodies
spinning around giddily
sewing a dress yourself
a kiss on the hand
intimate gestures like: a hand on your back, making eye contact
hands on your shoulder, the feeling of a warm body pressed against yours
the trust you put into your partner when you allow them to dip you (especially if you have a fear of falling)
everyone in high spirits because there’s going to be a dance!
the worms twisting your gut when you have to ask someone to be your dancing partner
limbs wrapped around each other; tangled and secure
your bodies are in sync with each other, flowing to the music
your faces are so close, your lips are almost touching
scenarios:
you and your friend are learning how to dance and are frequently paired up. the close proximity is really doing something to you ~
someone’s giving me strange looks all night, can we pretend we’re dancing and laughing to throw them off?
you’re tying my necklace as i look into a mirror and woah, have you always looked that hot? you’re behind me and your breath’s warm on my neck and i can't—
we’ve been dancing all night we can’t stop you’re the perfect partner but we’re strangers and my mother disapproves
you’re really beautiful and i’m trying to gather my courage to ask you for a dance
you’re my enemy but nobody except me knows and we make really good dance partners
you looked miserable so i asked you for a dance and we’ve been dancing ever since
you’re so beautiful you infuriate me but our parents want us to dance
exchanging barbs while dancing and pretending you don’t like it
you tripped over twice and stepped on my feet thrice but i love you and you’re really cute so .
you dance so well but I can’t for the life of me, so will you teach me? ok, so your hand’s on my back and your face is so close oh and are we falling?
platonic dancing where you and your best friend invent some quirky moves but someone records you and woah now you’re celebrities??
siblings dancing together — they’ve developed a coordination other people envy and they perform joyously with an energy few possess
you practice your dancing alone at night in a secluded place, except one day you find out you’re not really alone when you hear someone singing beautifully
bonus: you start dancing to their tune and it turns into a game
i danced with you, a masked stranger, at a masquerade ball and we talked all night and now i’m hoping we meet again (secret identity au)
@meowsikbox @alainayumira (send me an ask if you want to be added or removed!) send me a prompt, and i’ll write some stuff for my OCs
YEP YOU NOW HAVE A LONG QUEUE MUAHAHHAHA
night drives with no destination is a mood
if you’re famous in your imagination, you’re famous period. if you’re the most beautiful person ever in your imagination, you’re the most beautiful person ever period. if you’re rich in your imagination, you’re rich period. why? because your inner self (who you are in imagination) is your true self. stop identifying with the outer world, stop being enslaved by the world of the senses, and start identifying yourself with your inner self. who you are in imagination will project itself unto the outer world so why identify with the outer world if it’s just a projection of your inner world?
Dusk arrived as a promise of starlight, of those brilliant pearls of the evening that bloomed as if cushioned upon pure black velvet. A gentle promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. No matter the years that passed, Ciana Alkali saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone that knew her would see her eyes smile and her breathing deepen just a little.
If the souls dreaming in the city below her became as lights in the blackness, they would very much be as awe-striking as the stars. However, her mind was swift to remind herself. There was not a single soul who breathed below, not anymore. She heard about the catastrophe; the names to name it were endless, some even prompted her laughter to ring through the chilly air as they crossed her mind.
Ah, but her humor subsided once more to a gentle calm. The evening was young, much younger than the ones before and after. A rare occurrence to witness, one she would undoubtedly share with a little one. Poor little soul, trapped in the apartment with no way of coming down. Although it raised some questions on the little one’s lifestyle, Ciana chose to not entertain them for the moment.
She exhaled, falling backwards until her back hit the standing roof of the building she was one. Ciana grimaced, almost gasping at the stone touching the bruises beneath her clothing. She raised a hand, attempting to count the stars until she needed to breath. Her voice began to falter rapidly, realizing how quick the evening sky darken. The green in her eyes dulled, losing its enthusiastic glow.
Ciana clasped her hands, within it, a small star directly above her. Her lips parted, letting out a faint whisper she could hear in her heart. “Please.” The cold breeze that swept her stole the word from her throat. Perhaps, it would even steal the dream tied to that mere, simple, word. “If there is truly divinity above us, please set me free.”
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if I became a published author i would delete all social media forever nothing good has come from writers having a Twitter account
validated by twitter
Lucy is my favorite baby name bc it’s one of the very few common names that, due to shared latin roots, can be used as a legitimate abbreviation for Lucifer. i’m grateful to the invisible powers of etymology for giving us this magnificent gift
when you tell a girl her outfit is really cute and she does a little pose thing then smiles, reblog if u agree
When you tell a girl her outfit is really cute and she immediately tells you where she got it
When you tell a girl her outfit is cute and she shoves her hands in previously unseen holes and squees with excitement, “It has pockets!”
When you tell a girl her outfit is cute, and she goes into a long story about the history behind it/who she got it from and why it is sentimental to her
When you tell a girl her outfit is she, and shes like ‘thanks, I stole it’
girl :)
