“Osaka castle in Full bloom 🌸🏯“ by | Antonio Sbarra
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“Osaka castle in Full bloom 🌸🏯“ by | Antonio Sbarra
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.”
— Rumi
“You know, I wasn’t expecting to actually like that movie. So, now, I have no idea what to think of myself.” The two ladies walking in front of me chuckled.
“When do you ever expect something good to happen to you, anyway?”
The smile that had once painted my face slowly withdrew. It was as if someone had drained all ounces of energy I had inside of me.
“I want to grab some candy for the road, come with.”
When do you ever expect something good to happen to you, anyway?
“You guys can go ahead, I’ll catch up in a bit, going to get some air.” The remaining pair looked at each other, Torin rolling her eyes before taking Aubrey by the arm and strolling away.
When do you ever expect something good to happen to you, anyway?
Stop.
When do you ever expect something good to happen to you, anyway?
Please, I’m almost to the door.
When do you ever expect something good to happen to you, anyway?
I don’t.
My gnawed at lips grasp onto the words as if they’re my last sentence. They barely get past the barricade.
“I don’t!” The door for the theater crashes into itself, feeling the impact of my frustration. My face has contorted into a look of deep anger.
My eyes widen as I pull them up, scanning my surroundings. As I apologize to the couple sitting on the bench next to me, I begrudgingly swipe my hand across my left cheek, the numbness of my fingertips clashing with the heat of my face.
For every second I close my eyes, my heart races in my chest. My head spins and whirs and speeds in all directions, only to center itself with the help of the liquid escaping my eyes.
Deep breaths.
It’s like I’ve floated away, sunken, no drowned, to the bottom of my mind. My reference point is nothing and everything, the clouds that follow me casting a haze across my vision.
“Em!” The magic has worn off, the fantasies have been shredded before my eyes as I slam down onto reality.
“Oh, shit, sorry. I’m ready.” I speedily blink away the last of my tears and plaster a weak grin onto my face.
The leaves that smoosh underneath the weight of my feet offer an unexpected sense of relief. My senses slowly reconnect with my brain, triggering the last bit of happiness left in me. I wish I could stay in this moment forever.
“Good night, Emmy,” Torin says while she hugs me as tight as ever. “Promise us you won’t be sad tonight. We had a good time, remember that.”
She’s trying, really. She even brings out her award-winning smile for good measure.
“Good night, Torin.” I close my eyes and take in a breath. “And,” I say as I roll my eyes, “I promise I won’t be sad. Thank you.”
She let’s go of my shoulders, bringing her palms together in celebration. “Yay, good! Let’s plan to do this again, okay?” She finishes with another flash of her glistening teeth.
“Yes, ma'am.”
The carpet tickles the bottom of my feet as I drag them across the floor. Everything feels so heavy, I struggle to even breathe. I inhale, exhaling before downing my second glass of wine.
I knew I shouldn’t, but maybe it was the wine. Or maybe it was not being able to stop seeing his face in my head. Or maybe I just love basking in my misfortune. One of them, maybe all three.
But, it started before I could even stop it. My eyes were bombarded with more hot tears as I scrolled and scrolled. It was like ripping open stitch after stitch, until I couldn’t stop the bleeding.
We were so happy.
What happened?
I miss you. I miss you so much.
The water engulfed me, my whole body. The weight was too much to bear, I couldn’t hold on for any longer. The ground caught me as I fell, as if to say, “I’ve got you.” I wailed and wailed and gripped and groped and called out for it to all end, but it wouldn’t. My wishes weren’t, couldn’t be granted.
The tears raced down my cheeks, mouth, chin, they embraced my failing body, my failing heart. They caressed my chest and polished my ears. They watered the floor beneath me as they moistened my clothes. I was sinking and sinking, but there was no one there to save me.
The vibration emerging from my phone startled me. I didn’t want to get up, I couldn’t. I had no power, no strength in me. But, what if it was important? What if someone needed me? What if something bad happened?
I took another breath, short and and exhausted, as I wiped my stained cheeks and nose. Then, I turned over and reached for my device.
Private number.
I wondered whether I should answer or not, especially given my state. But, something told me to. Something drew me to pick it up.
So I did.
“Hello?”
“Em.” It was a male voice, but I couldn’t make out who it was. My heart began beating again. It increased as I racked my brain for who it could be.
It can’t be.
Or could it?
“Uh…yes? Who is-”
“It’s Parker.”
My heart crashed to the floor. The tears washed in, begging to be released.
And to think my night couldn’t get worse.
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thank you, dear writer.
this is a long time coming…
It’s been 2 or 3 years (give or take) since I broke my several-year-long rest from fanfics. Before BTS, i used to read many, many Naruto, Inu Yasha, and Harry Potter fanfics (who remembers the citrus scale?) as well as a few Big Bang fanfics. Then somewhere down the road, I stopped reading fan fiction and erased it entirely out of my life.
It is thanks to a wonderful lady (who’s name I will leave out for privacy reasons) who helped me to remember the beauty that is fan fiction. I eventually began to venture out and found wonderful creators here on Tumblr. Considering it’s been a few years now, I have read a multitude of fanfics. I’ve read well over 400 stories, all equating to nearly 5 million words. (probably way more than that since I only calculated the stories I’ve reblogged on my BTS fic recs sideblog. and yes… yes. i did actually count it all. well. almost. i got lazy with, like, the last 20 hahaha) That would equate to reading the entire Harry Potter series 5 times. It’s roughly a 20,000 page book.
You, dear writers, did that.
Too often fan fic writers are given a huge ass plate of “hurry up, when are you gonna update?” and a side dish of “this isn’t going the way I (the reader) want it to go so i’m leaving” and an appetizer of “shame on you for writing fics of the boys!1!! they’re real people you know!!!!11” and a delicious drink of “[insert ungrateful anons/harassment here].” Writers are just given a lot of shit in general for something they enjoy doing and give away for other fans to consume FOR FREE. Too often fan fic writers are given the short end of the stick on the content creators spectrum. I assume it is because viewers don’t get an instant gratification from the art that writers present. It’s something people have to work a little bit extra for to find. Fic writers are sometimes dismissed as the “weird, perverted, delusional fans”…
But I know the truth. I know it all because I’ve witnessed the love you pour out into your writing, the love you have for the idols you write for, and the love you give to your readers. The beautiful worlds you paint as your fingers move around on the keyboard and weave intricate stories and complex characters and relationships. The numerous universes I’ve visited have been nothing short of wondrous, from the rip-my-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it-5-times-for-good-measure AUs to the so-fluffy-my-teeth-may-be-rotting-but-i-don’t-care-’cause-it’s-way-too-cute AUs to the please-gouge-my-eyes-out-but-also-don’t-cause-i-need-to-finish-this-sinful-beast AUs…. I have had so, so much fun venturing into all the different worlds you’ve created and shared that I often find myself poking my head back into those worlds and reminiscing~
I’m ballin’ in fan fic galore. and I have well over 1k fics on my to-read list that I cannot wait to dive into. and it’s all thanks to you. ❤ I’m writing all of this to let you know that you’re appreciated. even though it’s just from one person, i hope it’s enough. i don’t even know how to express how much your stories have touched me. thank you for the laughter, the feels, the tears, the anger, the ahem spice. from the 100 word drabbles to the 50k+ series on hiatus…. I have enjoyed them all.
So thank you, dear writer. for sharing with me and many, many other readers a part of yourself. I appreciate you and your works. even if you’re no longer writing for a certain fan base, even if you’re on an indefinite hiatus, even if you’ve stopped entirely.. it does not in any way undermine the amount of work you’ve put into your works and the many wips stored away. I still thank you. and i thank those of you who write outside of your main fandom. i know sometimes you get crap for that and i think it’s incredibly awesome of you that you don’t let that negativity thwart you from growth. Keep doing you! It’s because of you that I’ve come to learn that great storytelling doesn’t stem from the fandom someone writes for. It comes from the one who is making the story come to life. You. and I’m sending you lots and lots and lots of joy and inspiration and encouragement and money and love your way for 2019 and many years following.
Under the cut I will be tagging every fan fic writer (whom I am able to tag, at least) who has touched my heart in one way or another, whether I’ve read only one story of yours so far or if I’ve gone through your entire master list, I want to acknowledge you and thank you because you deserve it. This message is meant for you.
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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Artists in general don’t get enough appreciation and it means a lot for you to take the time out to give gratitude to the various writers on tumblr. Thank you for allowing us to have touched you in some way, appreciation like this is what keeps us going 💕💕💕
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