Lunary writing

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you - Maya Angelou - Side blog by Rivnedell -

[putm]

Drabble #8

It hurts, everything does. Why do I have to do all these things? Who made the decision to place me here, make me live the life I am living now. I never asked for it and neither did I wish for it. The only thing I ever wished for was to be with you, but that is apparently too much to ask for. But it hurts so much, I do not think I can continue like this. I do not think I want to continue like this. So please just make my one wish come true before I do something stupid, something I will regret.

[eldritchbauble]

You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. Outrage about hedonism is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radical rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.

[catchymemes]

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR A SECRET RENDEZVOUS WITH YOUR LOVER *  assorted dialogue for moments of meeting in secret, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of the prompt

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

we can't keep meeting like this. sooner or later, they'll find us out.

you know i'll risk anything just to see you again.

when can we meet again?

when can you sneak away?

this is no way to live, [name].

i don't want to keep our love a secret.

you deserve better than kisses in the dark.

if my family found out i was seeing you, they'd never forgive me.

i don't want the crown. i want you.

they want me to marry [name], but i can't. i won't.

we should run away together.

they don't want us to be together.

took you long enough to get here! i was beginning to get worried.

i'm not of royal blood, and so they'll never let us be together.

did anyone see you?

this was the best hiding place i could find.

oh good! you got my note!

if anyone finds us here, we're dead.

they told me you're no good for me, but i didn't listen.

we'll find a way to be together, i promise.

i'll give it all up if i can just be with you.

they can't keep us apart. i won't let them.

i don't know how much more of this i can take.

they think you're a distraction.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ balcony ] as receiver stands on a balcony, sender calls out to them from down below and/or climbs up to see them

[ bleachers ] sender and receiver secretly meet under the bleachers at a football game in order to spend time together

[ hidden ] sender and recever secretly meet in a hidden room

[ gardens ] sender and receiver secretly meet in the lush gardens of a castle

[ forest ] sender and receiver rendezvous in a dark forest

[ wishing well ] receiver waits for sender at their usual meeting point, an old wishing well

[ phone ] sender and receiver talk to each other in secret on the phone

[ captured ] while receiver waits for sender to arrive, sender is shoved into receiver's view, captured by the enemy

[ alert ] sender alerts receiver that they've been found out and need to run

[ last one ] both captured, sender manages to kiss receiver one last time before they're dragged away

[ crowded ] sender and receiver lock eyes across a crowded room and mouth to one another that they love each other

[ discovered ] sender and receiver are having their secret rendezvous and are suddenly discovered by someone they were trying to hide from

[modifiedmonster]

Show, don't tell : Part 1

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[ Angry + Frustrated ]

Red face

Tensing up jaw/body

Clenching fists

Gritting teeth

Stomped feet

Rolling eyes

Crossing arms

Kick/Hit something

Eyebrows furl

Face crunches up

Tight lips

Narrow eyes

[ Happy + Excited ]

Laugh/Giggle

Smile from ear to ear

High tone in voice

Smiling/Grinning while talking

Heart Pounding

Clapping

Breathing deeply

Squeal/Scream

Talking fast

Contentedly Sigh

Tilted head

Hand clasped over mouth

[Bored + Tired ]

Pace back and forth

Sigh loudly

Blank face

Play with fingers

Staring off into space

Yawning

Fidgeting around

Leaning head on hands

Rubbing eyes

Droopy eyes

Dark circles under eyes

Complaining

[Sad + Scared]

Trembling lips/body

Tears in eyes

Bite Nails

Curl up/tuck knees to chest

Bite nails

Eyes burn/turn red

Stop breathing OR breathe fast

Lose appetite

Frowning

Darting eyes

Blinking quick or not at all

Pounding heart

© ModifiedUchiha 2023 ★ Feel free to use them for inspiration , but give credit if adding to a list ★

[slayingfiction]

Words to use instead of ‘said’

**Using the word ‘said’ is absolutely not a bad choice, and in fact, you will want to use it for at least 40% of all your dialogue tags. Using other words can be great, especially for description and showing emotion, but used in excess can take away or distract from the story.

Neutral: acknowledged, added, affirmed, agreed, announced, answered, appealed, articulated, attested, began, bemused, boasted, called, chimed in, claimed, clarified, commented, conceded, confided, confirmed, contended, continued, corrected, decided, declared, deflected, demurred, disclosed, disputed, emphasized, explained, expressed, finished, gloated, greeted, hinted, imitated, imparted, implied, informed, interjected, insinuated, insisted, instructed, lectured, maintained, mouthed, mused, noted, observed, offered, put forth, reassured, recited, remarked, repeated, requested, replied, revealed, shared, spoke up, stated, suggested, uttered, voiced, volunteered, vowed, went on

Persuasive: advised, appealed, asserted, assured, begged, cajoled, claimed, convinced, directed, encouraged, implored, insisted, pleaded, pressed, probed, prodded, prompted, stressed, suggested, urged

Continuously: babbled, chattered, jabbered, rambled, rattled on

Quietly: admitted, breathed, confessed, croaked, crooned, grumbled, hissed, mumbled, murmured, muttered, purred, sighed, whispered

Loudly: bellowed, blurted, boomed, cried, hollered, howled, piped, roared, screamed, screeched, shouted, shrieked, squawked, thundered, wailed, yelled, yelped

Happily/Lovingly: admired, beamed, cackled, cheered, chirped, comforted, consoled, cooed, empathized, flirted, gushed, hummed, invited, praised, proclaimed, professed, reassured, soothed, squealed, whooped

Humour: bantered, chuckled, giggled, guffawed, jested, joked, joshed

Sad: bawled, begged, bemoaned, blubbered, grieved, lamented, mewled, mourned, pleaded, sniffled, sniveled, sobbed, wailed, wept, whimpered

Frustrated: argued, bickered, chastised, complained, exasperated, groaned, huffed, protested, whinged

Anger: accused, bristled, criticized, condemned, cursed, demanded, denounced, erupted, fumed, growled, lied, nagged, ordered, provoked, raged, ranted remonstrated, retorted, scoffed, scolded, scowled, seethed, shot, snapped, snarled, sneered, spat, stormed, swore, taunted, threatened, warned

Disgust: cringed, gagged, groused, griped, grunted, mocked, rasped, sniffed, snorted

Fear: cautioned, faltered, fretted, gasped, quaked, quavered, shuddered, stammered, stuttered, trembled, warned, whimpered, whined

Excited: beamed, cheered, cried out, crowed, exclaimed, gushed, rejoiced, sang, trumpeted

Surprised: blurted, exclaimed, gasped, marveled, sputtered, yelped

Provoked: bragged, dared, gibed, goaded, insulted, jeered, lied, mimicked, nagged, pestered, provoked, quipped, ribbed, ridiculed, sassed, teased

Uncertainty/Questionned: asked, challenged, coaxed, concluded, countered, debated, doubted, entreated, guessed, hesitated, hinted, implored, inquired, objected, persuaded, petitioned, pleaded, pondered, pressed, probed, proposed, queried, questioned, quizzed, reasoned, reiterated, reported, requested, speculated, supposed, surmised, testified, theorized, verified, wondered

This is by no means a full list, but should be more than enough to get you started!

Any more words you favor? Add them in the comments!

Happy Writing :)

[lyralit]

show, don't tell:

anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking

frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping

sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps

happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking

boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails

fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands

disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm

tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile

confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions

[lyralit]

"life is good right now" prompts

running through the rain and friends not shrinking away at a hug

pressed flowers on the windowsill

legs tangled into each other, living quietly in each others' presence

raised brows of acknowledgement in the hallways

curved smiles and side looks

falling into a system without needing to speak

late nights and eager whispers

blasting an album you've tried before, disliked, and now love

late nights and early mornings but with a sense of purpose

talking to strangers over little things you love

seeing your friends do well

talking to an old friend you haven't spoken to in a while

finding conversation where you couldn't before

letting go of feelings and letting whatever comes your away come gently

starting to anticipate things again

starting to feel happy again

[recoverr-deactivated20250621]

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

[remanence-of-love]

[lunarywriting]

Why do I miss those girls ? Those "friends".. Why do I still dream of them, in which they're still rejecting and humiliating me.. I don't know..

[remanence-of-love]

[rivnedell]

Tolkien saved me

Just some thoughts I need to write down / Mental health issues mentioned

Not the usual tone of my blog but I just felt a urge to write, sorry

Parental death tw

I'm marked with parental alienation. I was 6 when my mom took us three, her, my sister and I far away to escape. She saved us. But I couldn't understand the bravery and the strength she needed to do that, taking us, a few clothes and driving as fast as she could while he was at work, 900km back to her parents and sisters. We lived a while with one of my aunts then my mom met step-dad. My Dad in heart actually. Fortunately it's a tremendously amazing and caring person, and he helped us to go through the hell.

I was asked to choose between my (bioligical) father and my mom, well my father asked me so. He manipulated me to choose him if I was asked by social workers who do I wanted to live with. He kept insulting my mom in front of me, degrading her, and mocking her when I was with him. Then I was menaced, insulted, degraded, violated, forced to feel guilty about about everything, being under massive and constant psychological control.

And I still feel like I betrayed my mom when I was 7.

The hell lasted until I was 17 and half. I stopped going at his, and I could finally breath, make my studies away and my life from him. In 2018, I was 21, I reconnected with him, I tried to put the negative aside, but it became impossible. It grew as 'it's him or me' and I chose myself, for survival again. It just lasted a year. And for 4 years before he died in nov 22 I could live far away from all of this, far from him, no contact and that felt like a relief.

In reality, I just put everything under the rug and locked it secured.

His death brought back everything, even stronger than it already was.

It felt weird, because I guess I still had a tiny hope that he would change at some point, and that I could someday, be ready to face him and to tell him how much he hurt me, how much he frightened me.

But that will never happen. And all the traumatic memories resurfaced like I was living them in my present. And it's hard. What do I do ? Put it under the rug again and try to survive like nothing ?

No, I don't feel I wanna do this anymore. I'm tired of struggling in the dark. I'm exhausted. Exhausted of being on a constant level of survival mode, while I don't need it.

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All of this causes me to deal with CPTSD and its consequences. And it's tough to hang on.

I'm currently at a upper max level of procrastination where I am now feeling so numbed in and like a cocoon I am freaked out to leave. I'm freaked out to make actions, to make things happen.

Impostor syndrome, rejection fear, not feeling legit at anything in life, struggling with the simple will of existing. I do want not to stop existing, but I am afraid of fully existing, because of all the above wounds and fears.

But still, I'm avoiding life, while his death awaken in me the fear of not existing anymore.

Paradox.

And, almost, nothing is helping me hanging on, helping me wanting to bring myself back in life.

-

All my life I've been hanging tight on Tolkien's work and Peter Jackson's vision to abandon myself into this fantasy land that is Middle Earth, to escape reality. The reality at home that was made of mental insecurity, psychological violence, control and manipulation. In my childhood I used to imagine myself fighting with legolas with a bow and going home in Rivendell after chasing some orcs with Aragorn, meeting Gandalf and Galadriel occasionally. All those characters are so engraved in me and dear to my heart. All this imagination, this entire world, mythological world, and languages seized me when I was 5. And I never let go, and never will.

Middle Earth saved me and helped me wanting to stay alive in a time I was crushed by violence and psychological pressure and control.

-

But my child self is still rulling me, and I'm trrying to take my actual own conscious power back.

She (little me) used to be afraid, to be frightened, to be insulted, to be violated, to constantly be on survival mode. And she still is, rulling me according her methods for survival.

While.. I, the 26 woman I am now, does no longer need.

So it's a battle between me and me. Because I no longer need to protect myself from a menace that no longer exist, literally.

It's really hard to let go, I think it's the hardest thing I would have ever havr to do in my life. Just let it go and leave the past to the past.

-

I feel alone and lonely sometimes. Feeling like I would annoy everybody with my whining..

I'm just sharing this with hope that it could awake something in someone and.. Though I'm feeling alone, I don't want anyone to feel like I feel so, I'm saying this to you, you're not alone, we're together, we're fighting.

It's not you're fault.

And to be honest.. I'm not gonna lie, it feels good to write it down.

Thanks if you red til here ❤️

[lunarywriting]

Reblogging some thoughts I shared on my main blog 🤍

[politicalmamaduck]

Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

[nyarnamaitar]

Or, in short: the narrator =/ the author.

[oblakom-deactivated20200302]

You know what else is a shame? This nowadays tendency of putting on the author the responsibility of teaching their readers morality.

Authors are allowed to write morally ambiguous characters.

Authors are allowed to write downright despicable characters - and guess what they are even allowed to make despicable characters charismatic and likeble and the protagonists of their stories if they wish - because absolute monsters exist only under the bed.

It is not up to the author to spoonfeed the readers about morality and Yes I know this character did a bad thing and I am going going to show it in the story and make other characters call them out of it and– Bullshit.

The authors should be able to write what they want without having thousands of people jumping and their throats claiming to know them, their ideas and their morality based on what they write.

It’s not up to the author to teach you about what is right and what is wrong.

[theanishimori]

It’s not up to the author to teach you about what is right and what is wrong.

[wordsmith-storyweaver]

It’s neither the responsibility, nor the duty, not the right of the author to teach you morality. That’s specific to allegory, but even allegory does not deny the reader the freedom to critique the moral. It’s up to the reader to interpret the text and decipher the meaning, to critically engage with the text, the characters, and their moral stances.

[foxgloveandholly]

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien

[raekensluver]

underrated men i love that need more fics on tumblr:

chandler bing (f.r.i.e.n.d.s)

ross geller (f.r.i.e.n.d.s)

joey tribbiani (f.r.i.e.n.d.s)

kirin o'connor (the wilds)

harry bingham (the society)

jesse swanson (pitch perfect)

ben gross (never have i ever)

[lunarywriting]

Hey, I'm currently writing fics with Joey (+ Matt LeBlanc), I'll post them soon ✨

If you are curious, check out my masterlist and give it a heart 🥰

(I also think the lack of Joey/Friends Fanfic is cruel and criminel, omg)

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey I got a request for joey from friends

So basically you and joey are together and you just had your first child together and joey was  Comfort you while you in labour and helping you and when you baby girl came you was scared to hold her and do anything with her so joey help you and you was shocked to see joey like this hope that makes sense

The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader

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summary: oneshot where joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

word count: 1k

warnings: childbirth (also quick disclaimer! i have never experienced/been present during a birth so please forgive me if this isn’t accurate)

a/n: ok i actually love this idea sm so thank you for requesting it! i hope you enjoy this

quick edit!! i was going back looking through my older work (1/10 do not recommend btw 🤭 the cringe is real) and i am so sorry i didn’t explain (v/o/y/n) = variation of your name. and y’all are smart so im sure you figured it out but still just thought I’d clarify because im dumb. have a great day loves xx

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     This. Was. Hell. 

     None of the childbirth classes you had taken could have prepared you for this. You had known labor was not going to be a piece of cake, that much you could have expected. 

     But you hadn’t expected it to be this…well, laboring. You gripped the sides of the hospital bed as you desperately tried to push harder than you already were. 

     “Hey, you’re ok, just breathe,” you heard Joey’s voice from the side of your bed and you felt him as he moved behind you and began massaging your shoulders.

     “I can’t do this,” you said between breaths, feeling a wave of panic. What if you couldn’t do this?

     “Yes you can (Y/n), I know you can. Can you breathe for me? In, out. There you go. Now again. In, out. You’re doing great.”

      And it worked. You felt significant calmer as you reached up a hand to squeeze Joey’s and he squeezed back. 

     Joey had been a huge help to you throughout the whole process. While you had been in the early stages of labor, he had kept you company and helped to pass the time by talking about how you were going to decorate your baby’s room and if he thought the baby was going to be a boy or a girl and even by attempting to play a very dull game of ‘I spy’ which ultimately ended when everything was either white or gray.

     Now he fluffed the pillow behind you and brushed the hair from your face as you continued to push. You hoped it wouldn’t be long now, but you just had to get through this.

     “Can I get you any water?” Joey asked you and when you nodded he brought over the glass from the bedside table and brought it gently to your lips, allowing you to take a sip. 

     You were surprised at how attentive and helpful Joey was being. You hadn’t known he would be so good in these kind of situations. 

     Suddenly you cried out in pain as you were brought out of your thoughts by a particularly painful contraction. Joey rushed over to stand next to you and you grabbed his hand tightly. 

     “Sorry,” you gasped, letting go of his hand. 

     “It’s ok sweetie,” he said, waving it off, “I didn’t need those bones anyways.”

     You breathed out a laugh and Joey smiled at you, taking your hand again. 

     You let out another cry of pain.

     “Just let me know what I can do, ok?” Joey said, rubbing your back.

     “Be here,” you managed.

     “I wouldn’t dream of leaving,” he said, “I’m going to be right here by your side the whole time.”

     With Joey’s help and a lot of painful hours on your part, eventually you gave a final push and the next thing you knew the doctor was holding your baby—your daughter (Joey owed you 5 bucks)—in his hands.

     You laid back against the bed and Joey knelt beside you.

     “You did it (Y/n), I’m so proud of you,” he said. 

     You watched as the doctor came over to you and reached out his arms with the baby—your baby—and all of a sudden you weren’t sure you were ready. You had just been through all this and now you weren’t sure you were ready to take this next step. What if you dropped her or she cried more than she already was or—

     You didn’t know why you were so scared. You’d taken all of the classes and read all of the books and you were ready for this. Ready to be a mother. But you couldn’t make your arms reach out to grab your child. It was like you were petrified.

     “Joey I can’t—”

     Joey jumped up from beside your bed knowingly and gently took the baby from the doctor’s arms, expertly placing one hand behind her head and neck and the other under her bottom. 

     “Shh, you’re gonna be fine,” Joey soothed the baby as her cries began to cease. 

     He walked over towards you and knelt down beside your bed again. 

     “Are you ready?” He whispered. “Because you don’t have to do this before you’re ready?”

     You closed your eyes and nodded, “I’m ready.”

     Joey placed the baby in your arms, guiding your hands and arms to the right positions. 

     “There you go,” he said, “See, you’re alright.” 

     You began to relax as you held your daughter for the first time with Joey right beside you, and you took a moment to appreciate how amazing this all was. You had done this—you and Joey had done this. 

     You looked down at the baby in your arms. Your hands had begun to stop shaking and you shifted to more comfortably hold her.

     “She’s beautiful,” Joey said, his voice cracking just a little, “Just like her mother.”

     “I’ll give you two a moment,” the doctor said, exiting the room. The door shut and then it was just you and Joey and your new baby girl. 

     Joey sat on the edge of the bed next to you and you scooted over to make room for him. He gently kissed your damp forehead and brushed the hair away from your face.

     “Sorry Joe, I’m probably sweaty and disgusting,” you said.

     He looked you in the eyes and grew serious, “I have never seen you look more perfect.”

     He looked down at his daughter in your arms. “And you, you are the most perfect baby girl in the world.”

     “What are we going to name her?” You asked him, overcome with emotion. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was. How perfect all of this was, you thought as you looked down at the baby now falling asleep in your arms.

     “(V/o/y/n). I think we should name her (V/o/y/n),” Joey said, taking his eyes from his daughter to your face.

     “I love it,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. You paused a minute taking everything in. “We’re parents, Joey. It still doesn’t seem real.”

     “I can’t wait,” he said, smiling as he putting his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently, “We’re going to be awesome parents.”

     You couldn’t help but giggle at Joey’s enthusiasm, even as you felt your eyes begin to get heavy with tiredness.

     “And whatever comes, we’ll get through it,” Joey said. “You and me. Together.”

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a/n: hope this is what you wanted love have a great day!!

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Rachel: y'know, I'm convinced that all you two think about is food and sex

You: that's not true, we also think about the Knicks and sleeping

Joey: *nods*