#finding the words

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

hi. just a reminder,

you don’t owe anyone a better reaction to what hurt you

sometimes harm happens faster than language

and the body chooses quiet over collapse.

love, someone who found the words later

[ligeiahawthorne]

the acheee claws at my ribcage from the inside, clenching my heart in its teeth, where spiritblood pours out in glimmering rivulets, reminding my flesh how alone it is, how alone it always will be

[shy-girl04]

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Finding the Words

I found the words at the back of a drawer,

wrapped in black cloth, like three rings

slipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold,

dull gold. I had held them before,

years ago,

then put them away, forgetting whatever it was

I could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips,

the second, the third, like a sacrament,

like a pledge, like a kiss,

and my breath

warmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words,

and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm –

I love you, I love you, I love you –

as though they were new.

Carol Ann Duffy

[magpiefngrl]

Hello 🥰 how about 23?

Hi!! <3

23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it? 

This is an excellent question. If remix includes writing a sequel, then there’s a few that come to mind. I’m planning a Coda for The Gift, for instance, and I occasionally get an idea for a post-credit scene for some of my fics, which I might write a drabble for.

But if we’re talking creating a new fic out of it, then Finding The Words is the one. I really like that AU and I’d love to find the time to write more in that ‘verse.

Thanks for the ask!

fic writing questions

[dwficfinder]

Hi! I’m trying to find a ten/rose Fic on teaspoon when they get placed into sensory deprivation cell and the only way to communicate is through telepathy. It describes their minds like putting up walls and some sentences were like, “I can feel it. Not your thoughts but your anxiety.” “It might make you feel better to know that aphrodisiacs are as common here as they are like poison ivy in earth?” It was really well written and I would love to read it again. Thank you!

Hullo! I’m almost positive you’re looking for Finding the Words, by Banana_daiquiri. :)  ~pyf

[le-seul-mot0001]

My own words are mocking me, are they not - haunting my silence with their vicious regrets -

[avengerscompound]

Finding the Words: A Marvel Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ @iron-man-bingo​​ Square: Sam Wilson + Forgiveness Warning:  Post Endgame fic Word Count: 528 Pairing:  Gen Summary: Sam and Rhodey have both forgiven each other for the events that led Rhodey to become paralyzed, now they just have to forgive themselves.

Sam was sitting at the table alone eating his breakfast.  He’d gone for a run alone today.  It felt kinda weird, he’d gotten so used to doing that with Steve.  It also felt weird being back in the tower.  But since the blip and the whole… everything… all the fucking things that had happened that he was still going to therapy to deal with, having somewhere to live had been a problem and the tower had been the solution.

Being here was strange though.  It somehow made him feel guilty about the things he still thought he was right about.  He was right about the Accords.  He knew that.  He was right to have followed Steve to stop those super-soldiers.  Even if it had been a trap, the risk involved of it not being a trap hadn’t made the choice wrong.

And yet…

Being here was dredging things up.  Particularly seeing Rhodey so much.

When he'd seen him just before everything had gone down, it had been for such a short amount of time he hadn't gotten to actually talk to him about what happened.  He hadn’t been able to apologize for it.  For the fact it was his flying that got, Rhodey hit.  For the fact that he hadn’t been able to move quickly enough to catch him.  For the fact he hadn’t told Tony, he was there to help and Tony had acted defensively.  All these things that maybe weren’t his fault but were definitely HIS FAULT that Sam wanted to try and say to his friend who was now paralyzed simply because no one could fucking communicate to each other properly back then.

Rhodey came into the room and went to the coffee maker.  “Morning, Sam.”  He said as he slowly made his way through the room thanks to the frame Tony had made.

“Morning,”  Sam replied, trying to will himself to start the conversation he’d now been avoiding since the dust had settled, so to speak.

“Did you run today?”

“Yeah,”  Sam said, internally flinching.  “Kinda weird without Cap there.  But I guess, at least he’s still around.”

Rhodey frowned and took a seat.  “Yeah.”

“Look…”  Sam started.  “I’ve been meaning to…”

Rhodey shook his head.  “Don’t.  It wasn’t your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t…”

Rhodey leaned over the table and put his hand on Sam’s.  “And if I hadn’t… and if Vision hadn’t, or Tony, or Steve, or Bucky or HYDRA.  This -”  He tapped the frame on his left leg.  “- Happened in the past and we’ve seen what happens when we dwell on it.  Tony died because of it.  Besides, I called for the shot, if you hadn’t have swerved you’d have taken the hit and you didn’t have the luxury of my armor to break your fall.  I’ve got more to apologize for than you.”

Sam went to say something, but in the end he just let out a breath.  “Alright, man.  We move on.”

Rhodey smiled and patted Sam’s hand before taking his away.  “Good.”  He said.  “You should make that lazy ass, Bucky go on your runs.”

Sam laughed. “I thought you just forgave me.  Why are you trying to punish me?”