#cjwrites

[tarsusingkirk]

me whn i (monolingual) decide to use three different languages in armand (bajjillion languages or whatever) pov

not kidding hes saying #things

[cjracingpnf]

A Time to Heal, by CJRacing (Me!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79528941

Summary:

The monarchy might have stopped existing long ago, and Zelda was officially only a princess in name, but the people still considered her to be a leader and someone they could rely on…

And Link could tell she was overburdened again.

He also knew that if he didn't do something about it, she would continue to do so, and it was clear she wasn't ready for that yet.

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Written as a Gift as part of Loftwing Letters 2026, for @mozzygan, I hope that you enjoy it! @zelinkcommunity

[cjracingpnf]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67647531

Forever Intertwined, Written By CJ Racing

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Summary:

Zelda wakes up one morning a few years after the events of the Calamity, and reflects on her life and the boy-turned-man whose life she's forever intertwined with.

Written for the Day 4 Prompt of Zelink Week 2025: Intertwined

Thank you to the @zelinkcommunity for running such an amazing event, it's so much fun to see what everyone comes up with!

A huge thank you to @mistresslrigtar for being a great beta-reader, and a big help in getting this looking great. Please go check her works out!

And also to my dear friend @dblmp1 for having drawn the flower and the Zelink drawing before, I use it too much to not give credit to her 😆. Please go follow/subscribe to her!

[octoberwillcureme]

Another night spent dreaming of you, and another night where in no uncertain terms, you make it clear that it’s over. My yearning at this point is a curse, because when I wake, I want nothing to do with my subconscious renderings of what isn’t nor ever will be. Go away! Find another dream space to dally in, leave me to my hallways and passwords and secrets and past friends and general nightmares of wickedness. Bygones! I am gone! Bye! More often than not, I wake wishing for a world I can apologize then never think of you again. I’m sorry, truly, but you seem to be over it so I don’t know why I can’t be. I still love the way you loved me but at the time I hated it so where do I go? Up? Down? Sideways? Slick in the mud of my own making. Like Jesus! Get the fuck out! You got my favorite book character and I got a subscription to a meditation app, so we all know if this was a game, I’d have flipped the board ages ago. I’m over it. But I’m not. When I leave my head alone all thoughts lead to You.

[rejjisheart]

Keep it simple. Loving my new tote from CJ Writes. #ootdrejj #kaypee #cjwrites #cjcreates https://www.instagram.com/p/CO7B7aZHaDO/?igshid=sxqte01d8k26

[1-420-666-6969]

Sometimes I rise

Sometimes I rise from my sleep alarmed by the nightmare that just occured / A tragedy that did not occur nor take place but affected me

Sometimes I rise from my bed confused for the reason why / I do not care for myself so why must I live on

Sometimes I rise from my seat alarmed by the immense panic that ensues around me / the anxiety grips to my chest and forces my heart to race

Sometimes I fall

Sometimes I fall from my triumphs with sadness overflowing / The great anguish and trails to get to the peak of the mountain come surging down like water from the waterfalls running to the top and falling back to the start

Sometimes I fall from my anxiety / the depression seats in pushing me further back to the corner where I belong

Sometimes I fall from my suffering that I've endured / the flashbacks occur often of the years of abuse pulling me back as if I was chained by the throat

Sometimes I stay

Sometimes I stay within the confines of my own displeasure / The idea of any form of stability may it be positive or negative allows me to feel comfortable

Sometimes I stay in the dirt that I fell into / The idea of moving from this barren floor hurts more than not moving / the sheer distrust I have for the people around me seeks to stay wherefor if I dare move and fail, I will be held by their pleasure in my pain

Sometimes I stay in the factory / The fumigated wasteland in which I inhabit has become one of which I hate and endure / But the certainty to go back to the floor and push the buttons upon my own misery becomes its own reason to endure

Sometimes I rise

Sometimes I rise from my failed attempts / the failures that I've endured serve as a stepping stone to form my stairway out of the hole / The process is slow but the idea worth pursuing

Sometimes I rise from my personal disdain / the fact that another can give their hope and compassion to this barren wasteland causes the drought to end / The rain falls again giving new life to the once forgotten and forsaken land

Sometimes I rise from the shattered past / The chain that's wrapped around my neck ceases to contain my desire to be free / it's grasp is no longer one that holds my abiility to move on / I am free to be what I am and not a mold of false and misplaced hopes of another

Sometimes I can live.

[itschristafur]

Technology Haiku

Hiding behind screens Disconnected from people Afraid of our thoughts