Pink Papers and Ink

My name is Emily and I am an ecstatic English enthusiast. This blog will hold creativity and writing prompts and theories in my fandoms and other coolness.

[scmusings]

Last year I was chewed up and spit back out by a guy who only knew how to form half truths and love me half of the time. He convinced me that’s what love was. The months after he decided I no longer tasted good in his mouth and left, I attempted to find comfort inside of you. While you taste like peppermint and safety, I’ve never been able to lose myself in you. All of my friends telling me to give you a shot sounded a little too much like my mother telling me to eat my vegetables: they’re good for me, but i never have a craving for them. What I’m trying to say is I fell in love with our midnight hideaways at the lake where we spent all night exchanging soft kisses and cheesey jokes. With having someone who always seemed to know me better than I knew myself. It was comforting having something you knew would always come back, no matter how many times it’s sent away. I guess, now I understand him. Maybe I just thought that if I put myself in his shoes I would get the answer to the question I’ve been dying to ask. I didn’t wanna come to terms with the fact that this time, I was the one doing the breaking. but I can see now that being loved is not the same thing as loving. I promise you I never meant for it to be like this. (I suppose, neither did he.)

IN WHICH I BECOME THE MONSTER (via writtenbysc)

[sacredweepings]

this is the 2am cliche an ode to spring for you who taught me the easiness of putting love in hands and finger painting my body with it kind of sank into my skin a muddy watercolor firework display you did it with no warning and i a booming canvas all wishy washy so smudged up in you, i didn’t know how hard it was to wash you off i’m peeling back layers every day to find more of you bleeding in how could you teach me that your paint can hands were filled with love when you walked away with the sunset never asking me to come home with you

a mixture of blues and purples in the dark with the moon (a.c)

[lonelyearthangel]

Love is a bittersweet false prophet, a two faced sacrosanct god, an idol whose altar I worship at. It’s aching, longing, tearing apart heart strings, eating up galaxies inside me. I chase it down with a shot of vodka, and pretend it’s burning can drown out my love. I know it’s just a mix of chemicals. Human euphoria with man made drugs. Just my brain telling my heart to get really fucked up, and oh how I do, over you. (and I do it a lot.) Love is a cult, and I’m straight in the fucking middle of it, open arms, chanting hippie mantras. I’ll carve my heart into a mandala for you, I’ll sow you a tapestry of my devotion. I’m in an open field and you are the meadow grass swallowing me up, carry me away, enfold me in your arms. I am a flower and you are the soil, I bloom and you eat me up. I can’t help it when I see you, hands are always reaching, wanting, longing. I have to stop my fingers from curling around yours, or dragging across the curve of your cheek, the hollow of your neck. I have to stop my head from finding your shoulder, my lips from parting for yours. Love is a preacher, and I am the congregation under his song. Oh lord, how I pray. Love is a siren, and I am the ship of men, Oh sea, drown me today. Love is the fucking sun, and I am the planet in it’s love struck cosmic embrace, Oh gravity, take me away. Love is longing, reaching, wanting and fuck oh god,  You don’t know how bad I want to. You don’t know how bad I want you.

when I make you laugh it’s not like when I make other people laugh, because I don’t still hear their voice in my dreams for weeks.  (via lonelyearthangel)

[lerios]

Proof that someone has bitched and will bitch about young peoples’ technology throughout all of time and space.

[pinkpapersandink]

No Date

I am curse with a perpetually joyful countenance.

The penalties for caring are far greater than apathy.

I write a lot of sad stories. Is it actually any good if it is not stained with tears? Do tears even actually stain? They’re like scars on the paper. But there only once the pain is recognized by another.

A writer may pour their hearts out onto a page Tears staining the cream paper But then the story is published and printed fresh paper that shows no sign of the pain. This is where the reader comes in. Seeing the pain, understanding the pain. These new pages are now tear stained but it’s the reader’s tears. Connections, man. We share pain.

I loved my bee. He was mine. Or I was his more like. Though I have this funny feeling it wasn’t even me he liked.

All of this is shit, Emily. Like, thanks for writing and practicing, but your words are a waste of ink.

You were a waste of ink, Julius. Great angry pieces, otherwise you just took up space on my pages.

[pinkpapersandink]

A Villanelle

Business Trips

Emily Schmitz

 Downing sips of your toxins

Shot glasses ruby stained

She waited for further instructions

 Blue satin smoothed from hips to sins

She undresses unnamed

Lips going down is your toxin

 As she profits off your addictions

Winter’s heart frostbit and chained

She’s waiting for further instructions

 Smudged eyeliner in the reflection

Blinking pale green eyes restrained

She’s drowning in your toxins

 As she serves her function

Beneath golden fabric remained

She listened to further instructions

 Each man a fresh introduction

Her dimpled pink smile regained

Slipping down into their toxins

She waited for further transactions

[pinkpapersandink]

Elegy Version 2

This Car Had More Character Than Half My Friends, An Elegy to Boatcat

Emily Schmitz

 It never mattered how much money I earned.

You guzzled my cash and my heart

and I let you.

 I was fifteen and you were nineteen and for

four years we would explore thousands

of miles. Mom was

 concerned when we’d spend nights alone together

but we’d cuddle in the backseat

listening to

 Saint Motel and Kings of Leon, windows cranked

low, the cold reminding us of

an outside world.

 Your boxy shape and massive size earned the name

“Boat car,” typo-ed to “Boatcat and

it just stuck. When

 I drive past that storage unit off of A,

my mind pictures you just as much

as Tyler and me

 getting it on after getting hammered at

some concert. The new owner calls

you “The Russian.”

 I’m sorry for giving up on you. I know

my tears mean nothing to metal

but I love you.

[pinkpapersandink]

Elegy Version 1

This Car Had More Character Than Half My Friends

Emily Schmitz

 Prince Rory Alamadeous the Third

was the respectable name my friend

Fez—Michael to parents and teachers—

gave to the first car I ever owned. It was

 gifted to me at the age of fifteen, just four

years older than me, from

my dad’s mom’s lover’s late wife, but Mom

called it a boat car and when

I texted T-Kotts about that, the typo

read “Boatcat” and it just stuck

so at that point we had this cigar smoke

infested luxury Buick that could fit six

 or seven or eight comfortably and I swear

the most was like ten when the massive

trunk was utilized on a secret road trip

to the St. Louis Zoo to see elephants. It’s

 no exaggeration to say that maroon box

was my best friend; some days

I miss it more than my first boyfriend.

Correction: Boatcat was my first

boyfriend. In high school I’d sneak out

 just to cruise Fifth Street or cuddle

up against the cushions with the radio

blasting Kings of Leon. We created three

years and fifty thousand miles worth

of learning to navigate back roads and life

 even though there was also the two and a half

grand shoveled into keeping Boatcat alive, not

to mention the hours spent on the side of

the road waiting for tow trucks. Oh, and there

was the time some bitch in a green truck

completely dented in the right side at DQ

 before peeling out but then later Amanda

said she was the bitch and we all had

a laugh but honestly, all can easily for forgiven

when I drive by that storage unit off A where

 Tyler and I had sex after my sister got me

hammered at a T-Swift concert or every

time I round corners on KK like that time T-Revs

and I raced all the way back to his house after

 a six hour game of Catan. I’m sure Brooke,

my neighbor, still remembers when we went

on joyrides down Sunny Road and actually ran

Boatcat into a ditch once. Gas station attendants

 hated me because I’d pay nickels and pennies

to put fuel into a car that didn’t even tell me when it

was low and came off the lot with lighters and

ash trays in each door and the gear shift had to be

counted—one two three/reverse neutral drive. It

was the interstate that forced the break up upon

 us. Decision made, my roommate saw me bawl

through the night. In twelve hours I sold Boatcat

for four hundred dollars cash and smacked

my signature on a clean title. Tyler and I still

went strong even though the Nissan never

experienced so much as a kiss in its backseat.

 A year later I found Boatcat at Frick’s Grocery

and sought out the owner. He renamed my car to

“The Russian” because it’s big and red. I don’t mind

since Zach lets me drive every now and then.

[pinkpapersandink]

It Never Did Make Up For My Birthday

An unexpected spectacle of your affection—

I enjoyed the box’s bows and ribbons more.

Worth double your week’s wages! But darling,

           we both know how much that honestly is.

 Inside, the slender piece rested gently on its cushion—

silver. Not gold, yet still, neither copper.

At the time it matched my attire perfectly,

           one pure bloom looped through another.

 A physical flower for my metaphorical—

whatever. Your sweetness was as fresh

as the smell of those metal daisies.

            At least the chain lasted longer than you, love.

 Near my heart but strangled in my sleep.

           It looks so lovely between the vermin and banana peels.

[pinkpapersandink]

Once you've had a taste of what it's like to sleep next to the one youve fallen in love with heart, soul, and mind, every night alone is just cruel cruel torture.

[pinkpapersandink]

I have found that poetry writes itself. I can try my hardest to implement my ideas and experiences into the images, but it never works out because most of the time that would mean betraying the truth of the poem at hand. Even the author is waiting to know how the words will form together and what ideas will come about. Some famous poet once said, "Poetry is the greatest fiction."

[harrypotterfandomunite]

This musical never gets old

[gigipalacio-blog]

Okay so you know how people always say “don’t pick up hitchhikers they could be serial killers” and also “don’t get into cars with strangers cuz they could be serial killers?” Well like what if a serial killer was driving along and picked up a hitchhiker but then the hitchhiker was also a serial killer and they get to the first killers creeper house or whatever and they both pull out their knives and just stare at each other for a good ten seconds until one of them says “Well this is awkward.” And then they just go inside and have a cup of tea and swap stories about creepy barns.

[writeworld-blog]

Book List: Favorite Antagonists in Books

Anonymous asked: What are some of all you mods’ favorite villains from books or movies/television? Favorite meaning either likeable or interesting or really easy to hate. :)

[writeworld-blog]

Since you asked, here are some of our favorite books with awesome antagonists!

Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh (for Francis “Franco” Begbie)

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind (for Jean-Baptiste Grenouille)

The Silmarillion by J. R. R. Tolkien (for Melkor/Morgoth Bauglir) (suggested by tklivory)

The Neverending Story by Michael Ende (for The Nothing) (suggested by tklivory)

The Belgariad by David Eddings (for Torak the Dark God) (suggested by tklivory)

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (for Prince Humperdinck and Count Rugen) (suggested by sectumsempsarah)

Cross by James Patterson (for Michael “The Butcher of Sligo” Sullivan)

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (for Mrs Danvers)

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (for Arkady Ivanovich Svidrigaïlov) (suggested by anon)

Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card (for Peter Wiggin and Bonzo de Madrid)

Ender’s Shadow and the rest of the Shadow series by Orson Scott Card (for Achilles)

The A Song of Ice and Fire series by George R. R. Martin (for Geoffery Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Melisandre of Asshai, Stannis Baratheon, and practically every other character) (suggested by flapperwolf)

King Lear by William Shakespeare (for Edmund) (suggested by anon)

Misery by Stephen King (for Annie Wilkes)

It by Stephen King (for “It”)

The Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan (for Lanfear and Rand al'Thor) (suggested by atzerogravity)

1984 by George Orwell (for O'Brien and Big Brother)

Batman: The Killing Joke by Alan Moore (for The Joker)

The Dark Tower series by Stephen King (for The Crimson King and Randall Flagg)

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque (for the concept of War)

The Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling (for:

Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle

Bellatrix Lestrange

Barty Crouch, Jr.

Fenrir Greyback

Dolores Umbridge

Quirinus Quirrell

Lucius Malfoy

Severus Snape

Draco Malfoy

Albus Dumbledore)

The Crucible by Arthur Miller (for Abigail Williams)

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (for Tom Buchanan)

Othello by William Shakespeare (for Iago)

Macbeth by William Shakespeare (for Lady Macbeth)

Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare (for Aaron the Moor)

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (for Captain Black and Colonel Cathcart)

Bartleby the Scrivener by Herman Melville (for Bartleby)

The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins (for President Snow)

The Hannibal Lecter series by Thomas Harris (for Hannibal Lecter)

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie (for Captain Hook)

The Child Thief by Brom (for Lord Ulfger and the Flesh Eaters)

The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis (for The White Witch)

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (for Miss Havisham)

I, Claudius by Robert Graves (for Livia)

Medea by Euripides (for Medea)

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey (for Nurse Ratched)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Frank Baum (for The Wicked Witch of the West)

Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica by James A. Owen (for Mordred)

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (for Heathcliff)

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain (for Pap Finn)

Dracula by Bram Stoker (for Count Dracula)

The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J. R. R. Tolkien (for Sauron)

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens (for Bill Sikes)

Ready Player One by Ernest Cline (for Nolan Sorrento and his Sixers)

The Maximum Ride series by James Patterson (for Ari)

Paradise Lost by John Milton (for Satan)

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo (for Police Inspector Javert)

The Sherlock Holmes books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (for Dr. Moriarty)

The His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman (for Mrs. Coulter)

Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beacher Stowe (for Simon Legree)

Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler (for Helen Grayle/Velma Valento)

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (for Fred)

The Gone series by Michael Grant (for Drake Merwin)

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas (for Fernand Mondego)

American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis (for Patrick Batemen)

The James Bond novels by Ian Fleming (for Ernst Stavro Blofeld)

The Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft (for Cthulhu)

The Bone series by Jeff Smith (for The Hooded One)

The Superman comics by Jerry Siegel, Joe Shuster et al (for Lex Luthur)

The X-Men comics by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby et al (for Magneto)

Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy (for Alec d'Urberville)

We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver (for Kevin)

A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (for Count Olaf)

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (for Madame DeFarge)

Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov (for Humbert Humbert, but really for every character)

Can you think of more books with awesome antagonists? Tell us here and we’ll add them to the list!

Also: So help me God I am not going to argue with you about Dumbledore as an antagonist this close to NaNo. I’m already crazy. Trust me, you don’t want the full rant. And if you disagree with me, honey, make your own damn list. This one is ours and it’s going to tell it like it is. -C

[sweet-kc--deactivated20160625]

I deffinately need this for some of my books.

[kyungusoo-deactivated20200513]

i’m so tired of the AU where your soulmate’s name is on your wrist. i want my enemy’s name on my wrist. i wanna know who i’m going to have to physically fight eventually. turn on your fucking location

[chekhovsgum]

your enemy’s name on one wrist and your soulmate the another. no clue which is which. hope it’s not the same name on both wrists. 

[mskneesocks]

reading ur old writing

[orlarry]

i dont know which facial expression in most accurate