#i write words

[bliindingstar]

THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH

decided i will post my stupid poems on this website after all.

this poem is three separate poems that are all the same poem, like fingers on the same hand, or whatever.

[fromtheblackleatherlagoon]

hannibal lecter could not resist will grahams wet cardboard box aura and tboy (lack of) swag

[shikonstar]

Excerpt from a future chapter of The Art of Falling in Tandem:

His hands tightened on his knees, and he had to make a concentrated effort not to prick holes in his jeans. This was harder than he thought. He was confident in his choice, but he had spent years tiptoeing around Kikyo’s feelings and it went against habit to be as blunt with her as he was with others.

“It’s….about your text. I….damn. I don’t—I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he managed to say, he’s eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal.

Kikyo frowned, the shell pink gloss reflecting in the light as her lips parted in shock. “I don't understand,” she murmured.

Inuyasha bit back a frustrated growl. Of course she understood—Kikyo wasn’t stupid. She understood, she just didn’t want to hear what he was saying.

“I don't think getting back together would be a good idea,” he said, his voice becoming firm. “We keep going in circles without ever gettin’ anywhere. I just don’t think we have a future, and I’m pretty sure you’ve always known that. To be honest, we probably should’ve ended things years ago.”

“Are you saying….did I do something?” She asked, her eyes becoming large and doe-like, liquid gathering at the corners.

Oh no. Shit no. This was like killing Bambi’s mother. Not even a quick shot to the head. This was like gutting her with his claws. He wasn’t made for this. Fuck. Fuckityfuck. Be smooth. Be diplomatic.

“No! It’s not—-look. We always come back to this point. And it’s like, like bein’ hungry, right? And you stand in the kitchen for awhile, but nothin’ really appeals to you. So you pull out a frozen burrito, even though you don’t particularly want it and you know it ain’t gonna end well. And you’re not even sure why you bought the burrito in the first place. After a while, you find yourself wondering if it’s just the same burrito over and over,” he explained, proud of himself for thinking up the analogy on the fly.

“Are you really comparing me to a frozen burrito?” Kikyo asked dryly, rubbing the bridge of her nose as if warding off a migraine.

Sensing danger, he quickly tried to backpedal. “What? No! I mean, yes? Maybe? Not one of those cheap ones—more like the fancy kind you can get at…..I’m just diggin’ the hole deeper, aren’t I?” He asked, his ears flattening tightly to his skull.

“It’s honest, at least,” she sighed, her eyes drying quickly. “And I suppose it might be better to end things before I slip to the rank of gas station hot dog.”

[cuddlypoodle]

Awe. Imagine how happy the young asleep Steven Universe fans are going to be when they wake up.

[tywinter]

I Lied

Not, like, on purpose.

Everyone everywhere always says, "Don't do a thing for the other people, do it for yourself" and everyone always responds, "Fuck off, this is AMERICA, and other people are all that exists."

Then eventually you realize that doing a thing for other people just isn't sustainable. Like, your body stops. Your fingers stop. Your brain stops. Some people manage to do that other thing for other people for a while, and make a lot of money at it, and then their body stops and they start doing other things (probably the things they actually WANTED to do) but their devoted fans go "NO! STOP! WE HATE THAT NEW THING!" and they then just keep doing the first thing forever, crying into their pillows every night.

What's my point? I don't like short stories. I'm not gonna write them. They're just not where my heart lives. Blogs aren't even really where my heart lives, though running my mouth off is. A bit. I don't mind rambling on and on and on about nothing for a while, especially as a kind of warm-up for the big game. The big novel! The greatest story ever tooooold!

So, I guess I'll get to writing that thing now. Thanks for reading, you. You ghost, you. You invisible flurry of nitrogen and oxygen, you.

[yourlocalpileofcrows]

Decided I'm going to start being even more insufferable about my interests

All the fan art I draw will be blatant and gratuitous

When people ask I will explain in detail no matter if they understand or care

When people call me cringey I will wear that title proudly while I continue to enjoy myself regardless of what they think

[thetivarabbithole]

I wrote a poem called 'the Tree' and it would butter your biscuits.

[mycoal-bowkneeknee]

Damn I wish I was even mediocre at drawing. Have such a cool concept for a hxh AU and I really want to make it as perfect as possible. Just finished the first chapter but I think it would be so much better in a comic style format instead of just text based. I can write all day long but even stick figures are too much for me at times xD might make a separate blog just for my stories, fics, and poems I’m planning on writing or I might just include them on here. Either way if you read any chapters I post and have any critiques I’m happy to hear them, always looking to make improvements as a writer. Fan fic is completely new to me so any type of criticism is welcome! :D