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For a while I considered calling this reading Dracula “like a pervert,” (because I find the word “pervert” very funny) but I think it’s important to let everyone know exactly what kind of per…
I’ve been working on a little project so maybe I can read Dracula while also being the pervert I always wanted to be.
Just made a big post for May 5th and realized I should probably be crossposting here too.
It was a night of summer when you came across the street I've been wandering to for years. You said hello and hesitantly I replied hi. I was sitting in the pavement where I can see the sky, so clear yet so sad. No stars were out tonight to cheer my weary heart. The wind's so cold I can feel it in my bones and the street was unfamiliarly dark. You asked me why I was out alone. I didn't know what you meant by that, so I just glanced at your way and smiled awkwardly as if it'll answer what you're curious about. You started talking about life, how difficult, unfair, and wonderful it was simultaneously. I was never the social butterfly type. I didn't know how to talk to strangers without being awkward. Surprisingly, we ended up sharing about our fave hobbies, food, pet peeves, guilty pleasures, fears, likes and just anything under the sun. You were so magical that night that I found myself opening up about things I never revealed to the world. I was mesmerized how life treated you badly, how disappointed you were, how sad and then eventually apathetic of everything but you still can tell about your dreams and plans in the future with hope in your eyes. God knows how much I prayed fervently for your happiness and success. "Make him happy first, Lord. Then I will, too." That night, we were laughing and crying at each other's life experiences, we didn't notice how the time had passed, and how the sun started to crawl up at the morning sky. You stood up on your feet and stretched your hands up, covering your face from the beaming sunlight. You said goodbye and told me to stay and you will be back for more stories, laughs and cries. Night came but you never did. Day came but still, you never did. Days, weeks and months went by, but still, even your shadow was out of sight. I moved on with my life, or so I thought. But one day, you came back to the same street where I first saw you but this time never alone. You waved hi, your smile so different from the last time I saw you, you were glowing, you were happy. I can feel a lump forming in my throat, my eyes were about to cry. Suddenly, a bittersweet feeling filled my almost empty heart. "Ah, an answered prayer, just like how I asked Him." I flashed the wildest smile I can give, I almost hurt my mouth. I waved back at you but mine's goodbye. I looked at your direction as you fade to a silhouette in the dark. I realized that you never belonged to this street, not even that night. You were just lost on your way looking for a new home who, even with thorns, can hug you so tight. I wondered how far you've wandered while I waited here in the cold. I never left, I never moved, and I never went anywhere. Because love, when you told me to stay, I thought you'll be back for me. When it truly means that I can't go with you because you already belong to somebody.
#32
32. Underneath
So many questions, and none of them easy to cast aside.When Eirnin had agreed to the marks on his body, it hadn’t occurred to him just how much attention they would attract. Tattoos weren’t an abnormal occurrence in Norvrandt, but the extent with which he was covered was far more unusual. Most of them were covered, but the bit that was seen allowed most to fill in the blanks with their own imagination.Though the extra attention did not impede his work, it did seem to prompt a lot of questions that he was rather unwilling to answer. What did they mean. What were they for. Why did he get them. Where did he get them. Endless questions that he could not provide input for, as he had promised his secrecy before their application. Though the tattoos had been applied to his skin months earlier, he had only just returned to the Crystarium. He could only hope that the excitement they seemed to generate would eventually settle down.“Eirnin Thanviel! In the name of the Oracle, what did you do to your face?!” Cyella asked as he had leaned up against the bar.He responded at first by giving her a playful smile. Having known her for years, it would be fairly easy to derail the interrogation about his latest addition. Eirnin removed his favorite pipe from between his teeth and purred at her. “Why, Cyella. I do believe you are staring.”
Chuckling as she began to sputter, her face turning red from embarrassment, he waved a hand gently in a dismissive gesture and drew another cloud of fragrant smoke from the pipe before exhaling it through his nose. “Surely I am not the first to have face tattoos.”“Tis true, but that isn’t just your face. It doesn’t take more than a cursory glance to see the ones on your hands and your neck as well! What would make you do a thing like that? Does your aunt know??”“Aye, that she does. She gave me quite the lecture for them, for all the good it does after the fact. Do you intend to do the same, pretty miss? Or are you merely wondering how far they go underneath my clothes?” Once more, he aimed the playful grin at her and added a wink, which only caused her to sputter more.“Eirnin Thanviel! You scoundrel! That’s quite enough of that! And stop looking at me that way!”A hearty laugh was all he had to offer her as he shook his head. “I liked them, and that’s all that matters. It hasn’t hurt my chances with the ladies so far. Ah, but perhaps my dearest Cyella preferred my face before the markings?”With a scoff and a mutter that Eirnin could only guess was ‘spoony bard’, she waved him off and went to tend to another customer.
May mas sasakit pa ba sa mga impit na iyak na hindi mo pwedeng samahan ng hagulgol hindi dahil ayaw mong marinig ka nila kundi dahil wala kang karapatang masaktan sa mga bagay na ikaw din ang may kasalanan? Meron pa bang mas sasakit sa tunog ng mga nagbabasagang puso na maingat mong hindi maapakan habang sila'y isa-isa mong pinupulot at ingat-ingatang ipagdikit-dikit at ibalik sa kanyang kinalalagyan na walang iba kundi sarili mo lang naman. May masasakit pa ba sa pag-ibig na gusto mong ipaglaban pero alam mo namang sa simula pa lang talo ka naman? May mas sasakit pa ba? Wala na ata. Sana wala na.
A one-page TTRPG about grief.
Posting a little cut-up game I made at Avery Alder's Designing Games that Matter intensive in May. It's almost more poetry than functional TTRPG but I'm pretty proud of it. (Patrons already have it!)
the heart a sparrow hollow bones and paper wings perched atop a palm
we sing hurricanes yet deserve to sing and have a palm to perch on
Webcomics have evolved beyond being what we formally understand to be comics. We use the word “comics” for them because, while they sometimes don’t look like comics or sound like comics, readers don’t have language to call them anything different. We say “webcomics” because they’re often image-heavy stories we read online. I believe that this simplification can be harmful to people who are creating narratives outside the box, because it’s difficult to find our market. How will people know what to look for when what they want isn’t anything like a webcomic?
Wow, Wordpress sure posted this post in it’s entirety! Go ahead and read it on my blog!
I’ve been trying to find the words for this for years, so it would mean a lot to me if you could read and share it. Thanks everyone.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: The Keystone Fandom: Red vs Blue Rating: Explicit Pairing: Grif/Simmons Wordcount: 1300 Summary: Tucker in the end had a hand in bringing them together, and it worked for maybe twenty minutes.
I WROTE A MISSING SCENE FIC FOR THE SEX PRE-SEASON 15 AND IT’S NOT VERY NICE. I’m sorry in advance. @strangestquiet is going to love this probably.
FOR MY ROOMMATE @thebeccabeast!!!!!!
