∙ Juniper Lark ∙

Lover of plants and, occasionally, people. They/he.

[juniper-lark]

Yes I’m posting these out of order, just bc I feel like it! Here’s the beloved 10th doctor, played by David Tennant 💙

[juniper-lark]

Summoning my fellow Whovians! I finally got around to drawing my favorite NewWho doctors, first up is my all-time fav, 13! Jodie Whittaker really is marvelous, I love her cutie face in these goggles.

[ad-wills]

[juniper-lark]

Stop I do not have original experiences 💀

[octoswan]

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

(save the images to zoom in on the pics)

[firelightinferno]

Oh, that’s very helpful indeed!

[writing-prompt-s]

!!!

[juniper-lark]

Incredible helpful guide!

[savage-sinister]

"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."

Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.

If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.

[juniper-lark]

I love leaving kudos on every single work I remotely like. Like thank you for your time mystical author god and for blessing us with your funny words.

[14thfourteenthdoctor]

Happy Women's Day 🩷🩷

[juniper-lark]

My lovely ladies 💚

[juniper-lark]

Hello! I posted this on AO3 a little bit ago. It was inspired by the Reedsy prompt: "Write a story about someone who must fit their entire life in a single suitcase". If you'd like to read the short stories I occasionally post on there you can find me @ larkjuniper. Byeeee

[maxkirin]

So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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[writing-prompt-s]

Assassins

“Below are selected prices that are paid to professional assassins by criminal organizations and drug cartels for a contract hit.

In Australia, the median price to hire a hit man is $13,610 (9,800 Euros), with the price going up to $83,000 (60,000 Euros) based on the task.

In Mexico, the cost for a low level assassin is $208 (150 Euros), and up to $20,832 (15,000 Euros) for a higher profile target like a police chief.

The prices paid in Argentina are between $3,749 (2,700 Euros) to $5,555 (4,000 Euros) per hit.

Government statistics in Spain state that 40 assassinations take place each year, with prices for the hit ranging between $27 (20 Euros) to $69,000 (50,000 Euros).”

So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 million…

[writer-wannabe-needs-inspiration]

This is super useful to know!

[writing-prompt-s]

and not just for writing!!

[ladybugseatppl]

@katherine-rose

[katherine-rose]

HOLY FUCK

HOW MANY HOURS HAVE I WASTED TRYING TO FIND HEROIN PRICES ON THE INTERNET WHAT A GREAT DATABASE

[midnight-spectrum-again]

I needed this

[rheevalka]

Actually useful. Sometimes incognito isn’t enough.

[tommyparkerr]

and suddenly my life just became much easier

[galaxy-of-stories]

I’ve heard of this before but the GIFs made it better 

[juniper-lark]

Will be using this for completely non-extra-legal purposes :)

[juniper-lark]

We Need to Talk

... 

“What’s wrong?” they ask.

- 

This heavy weight is shackled at my ankles,

A dreadful ache in the pit of my stomach,

A tense and tugging string,

Pulling at the joyful smile you place across my features.

-

“I can see the end,” I whisper.

-

And it comes crashing down—

This house we’ve built—

A truly beautiful thing,

Painted scarlet with love.

-

“Is this it?” they ask.

-

I can’t say it aloud,

For that would make it all too real,

And the pain would sing,

Shattering the glass of our hearts.

-

“I think so,” I whisper.

- 

The tears fall,

Lamenting sobs and desperate glances,

Together our bodies cling,

Dancing in the rubble of our home.

- 

“Why does it have to end?” they ask.

- 

It’s the stark contrast of us,

The emerging departures between,

And the directions our futures surely will swing,

Settling us at opposition.

- 

“Sometimes love just isn’t enough,” I whisper.

- 

So, we say goodbye,

Glancing warmly with candid adoration,

As the orchestra plays its final string,

And our lips bid farewell.

...

[juniper-lark]

Gas Leak

... 

Maybe this is the perfect beginning.

- 

We stand together,

Admiring the freshly poured concrete,

Hand in hand,

Gleeful and giggling under a glistening sun.

-

When the walls stand tall,

We adorn them with paint and picture frames,

Hang tapestries in the halls,

Calmy content in celebration.

-

A crack reaches down from the ceiling,

Nothing that we can’t fix,

Or work around,

Trusting together we will triumph.

-

But the air now reeks of sulfur,

And perhaps the smell was there before,

Lingering above our brow,

Wandering, waiting, warning.

-

Gas leaks into the cracks of our home,

Alight from sparks of stray wires,

Forging fire in its tracks,

Racing, raising, reducing our home to ash.

-

As smoke hangs heavy in the air,

We dance in the heat of the flames,

Burns creeping up our skin,

Damaging, destroying, draining our love.

-

Our house wasn’t built to last,

Doomed from the beginning,

Unsteady atop a foundation of silt,

Scorching and slowly sinking.

-

It was beautiful while it lasted.

...

[juniper-lark]

Do I Get an Elegy?

...

Will anyone mourn me?

Will I be laid,

Gently,

Or tossed aside?

 -

Is my headstone unwatched?

Or is it scored,

Notched,

With my own name?

 -

Is there a growing crowd?

Is a plaudit

Vowed,

With affection?

 -

If I see you, undone,

I’ll know that some

One

Really did care.

...

[cruxymox]

Alaudidae Juniperus

little blurred bird

hoping for the sun to [ adore

dark eyes hidden

in the evergreen

aromatic foliage, lost

epistemophile

little blurred bird

making us happy [ but don't forget about yourself

such a flight of childlike joy

singing, singing &

let self-doubt be left behind

___

a secret santa poem for @juniper-lark.

[juniper-lark]

Catharsis

Happy Holidays to all and especially to my Secret Santa buddy @cruxymox​ ! Hope you enjoy your present :)

...

Writing.

 -

It starts off with a blank page, a blinking cursor,

Stuck in the real world of ticking clocks and clocks ticking,

Never enough time, never enough inspiration,

In a car driven on autopilot, a cramped cubicle, or a bleak silence.

 -

Escape into the realm of possibilities, of wonder,

A dense forest of thoughts,

No rules, no path, no organized way through,

Slash through branches, explore the chaos.

 -

Keys wait to be pressed, to mark a new path,

Start and stop and stop and start again,

Two steps forward, three steps back,

Wrong turn, retrace your steps, find what feels right.

 -

A walking pace, a pause, a jog and a sprint,

Let your mind wander from deadlines, and emails, and routine,

Embrace the unknown, the happy, the sad, the angry,

Let emotion light up a path through the forest.

 -

Let out the words trapped inside that suffocating cubicle,

Turn the lock’s key and uncover a hidden mirror,

Face the reflection that stares back at you,

Face its fears and its triumphs and its regrets.

 -

When your mind has traced a path across the keys,

Sit back and marvel at the words that have poured out,

A waterfall into a river, discovered in a hidden clearing between trees,

Think of this oasis when silence is deafening, and noise is all-consuming.

 -

Escape.

...

Merry Christmas <3 @writeblrcafe

[juniper-lark]

Riptide

…

You.

-

 I didn’t want to love you.

It was nothing personal, really,

I didn’t want to love anyone,

Not the way that I have come to love you.

 -

But your smile.

Your saccharine smile,

And your words made of honey,

And your skin made of silk.

 -

You were so intoxicating and any doubts were long forgotten.

I was drunk on the warmth that radiated between us,

The hearty laughs that rang from your perfect lips,

The love that welled up within me at every sight of you.

-

Your strong arms wrapped around my broken pieces.

They healed old wounds that had haunted me for ages,

And soft lips locked against my own,

Chasing out the shadows that lingered in the forgotten corners of my soul.

-

I was pulled into your unrelenting current.

The water rushed into my lungs,

Crushing any hope of resistance,

And dragging me under where I once feared I would drown.

 -

But I let you past the iron gates.

I let you see under the surface,

Welcomed the water into my lungs,

And it was as though I had never breathed before then.

-

How could I not fall for you?

…

@writeblrcafe

[writeblrcafe]

Writeblr Cafe's Secret Santa!

'tis the season to be jolly!

To spread the season of giving and being given love, Writeblr Cafe would like to present to you a game of Secret Santa for all our fellow writers!

WHO CAN PARTICIPATE?

This event is open for all writers. any writer can choose to spread some love and gift a present through their words!

HOW IT WORKS:

Fill in this form to participate.

The deadline for participating is 6th December. your pairs will be announced on 7th December via a link in your dms. After your pairs are announced, you can choose to interact with them (anonymously) to get to know them better!

On December 24th, reveal yourself by writing something kind and dedicating your piece of writing to the person you're the secret Santa of!

USE THE NETWORK TAG!

Post your piece of writing on your blog and tag it #wcsecretsanta along with our official tag #writeblrcafe or submit it (anonymously) to our blog. We will reblog every secret Santa post to our blog!

Remember, the deadline for posting is on Christmas Eve, 24th December.

Help us to spread the joyful message by reblogging this post!

If you still have any questions, don't hesitate to ask them in the comment section, so our admins can answer them, or send us a jolly ask! we promise we don't bite ;-)

[juniper-lark]

Homesick

... 

It’s you.

I long for you—your touch, your smile, your love. I have seen your face so many times that I can picture it near-perfectly in my head. I’ve only met you in the dreams that my mind creates, and I often wish that I could live in them forever. I feel as though I have loved you, in another life. Some piece of me out there exists with you. That reality doesn’t feel so far from this one. It is bittersweet to know that this version of me can’t exist in that space, but that there is a version that does. You are just out of my reach.

I spend hours every day imagining scenarios so vivid that they feel like memories. I know how it feels to hold you and be held by you, how it feels to kiss you and to be kissed by you. My heart aches for the sounds of you that play in my head. When I try to grab onto you, my hand passes through as though you are a ghost—an echo of another world.

The line between this reality and the next is blurring. I feel pieces of this other reality bleeding into my own. I find your smirk strewn across my features. I’ve picked up your miniscule, yet distinctive, habits. I can feel your pain and your joy and your love. Sometimes it feels as if you are standing next to me, laughing at a joke that I’ve made. You whisper comforting words in my ear when I need them most. You smile at me from across the room. But, when I blink, you disappear.

I want to have a movie night with you and hold you when you jump at the scary parts of a movie. I want to spend the night staring up at the stars and telling each other things that no one else knows. I want to let you past the iron gates that separate me from everyone else. I want to be vulnerable with you. I want to grow with you and watch you grow into yourself. I want to feel myself falling for you. Maybe I already am. I wish I could tell you that. That I love you.

I am missing out on this beautiful life that is full of warmth and love. I have a home and a family with you. We have made a family where we didn’t have one before. I feel a kind of grief for this life that I can’t seem to remember. A life that is just out of reach. If only I could remember.

You.

.... 

I have posted this on AO3 as well, if you would like to check it out there.

@writeblrcafe

[juniper-lark]

Handfuls of Popcorn

TW: implied/mentioned eating disorder

...

My brain prefers that I take life one piece at a time,

One kernel of popcorn,

One bite of candy,

One potato chip.

-

 My brain is afraid that maybe I’ll take more than my fair share,

Too many carbs,

Too much sugar,

Too many calories.

-

I’m learning that it’s okay to take up space,

To eat when I’m hungry,

To eat until I’m full,

To take back the joy in good food.

-

I prefer to take life in handfuls,

Handfuls of popcorn,

Handfuls of candy,

Handfuls of potato chips.

-

Life tastes better when you are living it,

Not counting calories,

Not minimizing yourself,

Not listening to the voices in your head.

...

@writeblrcafe