i think people really under sell the physical side effects of mental health disorders sometimes. like sure the depression and anxiety may be 'just in your head' but when what's in your head happens to disrupts your sleep schedule and prevent you from going outside regularly and eating consistent meals and exercising and generally taking care of your body. well it sure takes its toll huh.
me being mutuals with someone but not talking to them is the same as a cat existing in the same room as a person and considers it socializing. me liking and reblogging posts is like the cat purring
Caleb doesn't drink often. It isn't good for your health. And, more importantly, life has demanded complete control over himself and his surroundings.
For one reason or another...
Through his long lashes, Caleb watches. Watches your fussing around him. Fetching water, blankets, hangover pills he'll certainly need by morning. Nagging him for being so careless under your breath, believing him to already be asleep.
Cute.
His days of training as a pilot, maintaining the fleet, being a Colonel. Caleb has carried himself through each of these challenges. He didn't have another option.
None of it has tested his control, his restraint, half as much as you. His only family. His reason; the source of his strength. His greatest weakness; the cause of all his pain.
"Wait."
When you begin to pull away, finished fretting about, he finally reaches. He manages to capture your wrist, grip light enough to let you pull away if you truly wish to leave his side. But tight enough to let you know that he doesn't want you to.
"Stay with me tonight." His thumb brushes along your wrist, pressing against the pulse point expertly.
"Don't leave me alone like this."
You startle when his fingers, warmer than they should be, curl over your skin. His hand completely engulfs the whole of your wrist.
Glancing at him, tucked into his bed with a glass of water at his nightstand, flushed head-to-toe from the drinks, you already know it's a poor idea.
"I shouldn't stay with you when you're like this."
These days, there's no one around to stop you. No shadows lingering in the corners of the house, keeping you and Caleb apart. The audience in your head is totally imaginary.
That doesn't make it any less real.
"Why? Is it because you're afraid," his thumb presses firmer into the groove of your wrist, "of what I might do to you?"
What about what he's already doing to you? He must know when he's nestled so close to your pulse.
"Who else has seen you like this?"
He's being such an honest drunk. Was this yet another part of your Caleb that has been hidden from you?
"Like this?" Disheveled as he was, Caleb has looked like a sloppy puppy this whole night. Leaning his weight against you with messy hair and wet eyes. That side of him isn't necessarily a lie. But it isn't the whole of him.
"No one. This part of me... Is for my little sister's eyes alone."
Childhood best friend f/o who’s spent years pining for you and eats you out so greedily when they finally get the chance, moaning and even whining into you as they get to taste you, get to feel your body respond so sweetly. The intensity of it surprises you because practically the moment the words leave your lips, the moment you give the okay, they’re on you with a fervor that suggests they’ve craved this for a long time, dreamed of it, that something tantalizing and heavenly is finally in reach. You’d almost think you’re the one doing them the favor with the way they bury themselves in you as if they’ve no intention of ever coming up for air.
here have 10 pieces of writing advice that have stuck with me over the years
every character’s first line should be an introduction to who they are as a person
even if you only wrote one sentence on a really bad day, that’s still one sentence more than you had yesterday
exercise restraint when using swear words and extra punctuation in order for them to pack a punch when you do use them
if your characters have to kiss to show they’re in love, then they’re not in love
make every scene interesting (or make every scene your favorite scene), otherwise your readers will be just as bored as you
if you’re stuck on a scene, delete the last line you wrote and go in a different direction, or leave in brackets as placeholders
don’t compare your first draft to published books that could be anywhere from 3rd to 103rd drafts
i promise you the story you want to tell can fit into 100k words or less
sometimes the book isn’t working because it’s not ready to be written or you’re not ready to write it yet; let it marinate for a bit so the idea can develop as you become a better writer
a story written in chronological order takes a lot more discipline and is usually easier to understand than a story written with flashbacks
genuinely i don’t think it’s possible to easily explain the explicit part of online friendships to people who don’t Understand. i don’t mean like, explicit in the sense of “oh you’re sexting” or whatever. no. i mean when you and your friend start gleefully making up explicit sexual scenarios for your shared blorbos and you get giddier and giddier as you add more detail and you’ll be grinning at your screen as you type away at mach speeds. and it’s entirely nonsexual in an interpersonal sense, you’re not really getting Into it, but ohhhhh it’s soooooo fun and satisfying. and you can NEVER tell someone who doesn’t also do this that your mood is actively improved like fivefold because you and your friend played Sexual Tuoys together because they’ll go “what the FUCK.”
character who is sun-coded but not in the traditional ray-of-sunshine way. character who is sun-coded in the sense that they burn hot and bright and powerful, that they're a raging fury of fire and passion, and that maybe, just maybe, they are destroying themselves as they do so.
character who is moon-coded but not in the moody grumpy way. character who is moon-coded in the way they shine brightly in darkness guiding others. a character that is moon-coded with all their darker sides no one else can see. that they are lonely and lovely. doomed to watch on as the the person who gives them their light slowly destroys themselves taking the light with them.
titsay
areudirty
gracieabrams
snowghoul
amandla
