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My phannie ass thought this was the pheal
WAITTT LMAO i just realised i unconsciously started writing an entire fic imagining this specific dan and phil at the 2011 new years eve party...
i haven't even started writing the nye part yet but they were always on my mind without me even knowing.......
Detachment is the key to leading life with solitude
But there’s often a misconception around it — detachment from desires and materialism does pave the way to inner peace but detachment with people and emotions does not
We often are confused with the thoughts that lead us there — maybe if I detach myself from people and emotions that come along with it : maybe I would be free from all the misery , maybe I would not feel bruised and the pain wouldn’t visit so often.
But isn’t that cruel to the world?
The joy of life and warmth of life comes from attachments — the bittersweet moments , the laughable joys , the never ending loop of sadness and happiness like the vortex which in once you’re dragged in it you can’t escape it.
I think detachment doesn’t not mean to cut things and emotions out — you can be deeply involved and yet be detached.
Day two of the August Writing Challenge!
Forgotten Us They said old souls always meet, but I couldn’t recognise you from your fresh features. Nothing sparked when I heard, the gentle sound of your voice. You said, we knew each other from the nights spent looking out at the lakes where lovers would meet. Yet they were only ever dreams to me. You stayed, seeking ways to jog a memory that I’ve never claimed to own. With every passing day, you called upon hope, and I clung to my disbelief. But even I couldn’t hide the subtle way your mannerisms felt so familiar me, like going back to a game I’ve played endlessly. By the end, I couldn’t say I remembered the world we once lived in. But I didn’t need to hold a once forgotten past, to tell me I didn’t want you to leave.
Someone: "What do you aspire to become?"
Me: "Enough.
I aspire to become- Enough for myself."
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“That’s My Good Boy.”
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A/N ~ Hello loves! If you don’t already know, this is my first fic on here! My name is L (more on me in my pinned post if interested), I’ve been on Tumblr for 10 years and writing in general for even longer so I’m definitely not new to either, though I’ve never written smut before so this is my first time for that. I really wanted to write this fic in particular as it’s something that plagues my mind every since this -> post/ask from @napofamoon. Even though now I made this about Hyuka hehe (tbh imagined it as him every time I read it after reading it the second time because he just gives me giant puppy vibes). I did use the ear thing here as well so credit to anon for that! This fic is actually the inspo to start this blog, along with the amazing TXT smut community on here that I’ve been secretly following for awhile. And I have to admit, this is quite self indulgent so… guess y’all caught me in 4K 😂. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it regardless and please let me know of any errors/thoughts you have! I know I’ve read this like 9 times and I think it’s pretty good, but I’m still nervous that there are some errors and y’all might not like it. Especially since it’s hybrid smut. But I don’t think there are any errors and I truly do like it, I just got hella anxiety so y’know. But enough of my rambles and happy reading :)
CW ~ Idol Wolf Hybrid!Hueningkai x afab!reader (not specified as a girl), Subby Top!Kai, breeding kink and a lot of it, creampie (remember this is just fantasy so don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), praise, uses of names such as Pup, Baby, Master & Mommy, definitely a petite reader so size kink for sure (he kinda manhandles her even though not intentionally cause he’s just a big ol’ puppy at the end of the day :(), pantie stealing, good bit of dirty talk, some pretty soft moments, consent is sexy type vibes, choking, biting, cockwarming at the very end, boy lowkey desperate and a bit of a perv. If I missed something, let me know!
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Tommy takes Polaroids of Joel and Ellie.
It’s not often, in fact it’s more rare than anything, but the chance to capture sweet moments between them makes Tommy’s heart full, especially seeing the gentleness in how Joel treats her and the way he smiles when she looks at him.
He knows they appreciate them, too.
The first one was when they fell asleep on the couch together. They weren’t even in Jackson one week at this point, Tommy taking regular stops to their house to make sure they were settling in well. Maria cooked a casserole for them, Tommy offering to walk it down to their place in her stead.
He entered the house to the two of them tucked tightly under an old quilt, Joel’s light snores filling the room. His feet were propped up on the coffee table as his left arm was draped loosely around Ellie’s shoulders, his right under the quilt. Ellie was against his side, her head against his chest and her knees bent, curled ip beside him.
Tommy didn’t know they even had a Polaroid or where on earth they got it from, but it was there, on a nearby side table practically begging to be used. The second the flash went off, Joel groaned and swore, Ellie exclaiming something along the lines of what the fuck, Tommy before pressing her face further into Joel’s chest to try and wipe the white lights dotting her vision.
Tommy let the photo settle before rushing out the door, leaving it beside the Polaroid on the nearby side table.
Once they framed it, Ellie kept it; the frame residing right next to her on her bedside table.
The second time was at the stables. Tommy had invited Ellie down to help out with them and she begged Joel to join them. Reluctantly, he did, his reluctance slowly fading as he watched her beaming smile reconnecting with Shimmer.
Shimmer was bigger now, big enough now to hold a human. Tommy watched on as Joel helped her up, his hands hooked beneath her boot before moving to her shins to steady her balance. His hand lingered on her calf as she adjusted herself atop Shimmer, gently petting her mane.
Tommy took it then. He wasn’t paying attention to expressions much, but to his delight, Joel had one of the widest grins Tommy had seen in years.
They framed that one, too. Joel claimed it, the picture sitting proudly on top of his dresser.
The third time was after the baby was born. But this time, Tommy didn’t take it. Maria did.
Maybe it was a bad idea to take a Polaroid in the same room as a newborn, but she was sleeping, so they said it was fine.
The baby was just over a day old, Maria up and healthy as the baby was passed around. Joel was more or less a wreck having yet another baby girl in the family, but he was overjoyed over it.
Tommy handed the little one to Joel, him taking her in his arms with the utmost care he could manage. She was so small, memories of holding Sarah in his arms rushed back to him.
He held her in the crook of his left elbow. He brought his right hand up, lightly rubbing the knuckle of his first finger over her cheeks, the same he tends to do with Ellie. The little one reached out and grasped his first finger, holding it tightly as he eyes peered at him, awestruck.
Quite the grip you got there, sweet girl, he whispered, smiling as he moved his head finger back and forth above her tummy.
Uncle Joel, Ellie said, smiling at the child. It has a nice ring to it.
Tommy stood beside them, relishing in the look Joel had toward his niece. That soft, reserved smile that he doesn’t show often. The creases at the corners of his eyes as he whispers gentle hi’s to her.
Tommy brought his hand up to Joel’s shoulder and squeezed tight, the action saying everything they’re not sure what to express in a moment like this.
That was the framed picture. Tommy’s hand on Joel’s shoulder, an emotional, brotherly smile plastered on his face as he watched his brother cradle a baby like not a day had passed. Joel’s finger still held onto by the little one, his smile as wide as the sea as he watched his niece. And Ellie, pressed up against Joel’s side, one of the baby’s feet fitted gently in Ellie’s palm, watching Joel’s smile with her own, nearly as wide as his.
It sits on their kitchen countertop, that way they each see it every day. A sweet, perfect memory captured. A moment when time stood still, the four of them wrapped up in the deep, unconditional love for each other.
Why isn’t this story working? Three Questions to ask yourself:
-Do I want to write this? yes, I know it may sound weird. But many of my writings that weren't good were often that way because I just wasn’t passionate about it, or I put some perimeter around it which made it less fun. Asking this is a good way of finding the purpose of writing it and can be broken down from there.
-What am I missing? Sometimes I write scenes that just feel....blah. Not working. When encountering this question, it’s usually because I forget to interact the other characters besides the main ones when they should be doing something. Vague, yes, but can be thought-provoking.
-Where do I go from here? Another issue I can have? Running out of outline material, leaving a chapter to feel dead. If the writer doesn’t know where to go next, the reader sure as hell isn’t either. Purpose is again important here. What will the characters want next? What plot point is going to happen next? How will it affect the characters? Knowing a way that is logical and utilizes the characters the best can help ease the blah-ness of a story.