#very write

[gothicmuse]

Closed RP or whatever

Levi frowned. “Well, excuse me for giving a shit about your interests, Eren,” he griped, rolling his eyes.

[cardinalrachelieu]

finncollin-s replied to your post:i’m a little bit drunk and let me tell you righ...

bellarke dirty dancing au or bellarke titanic AU iM or bellarke bathing in the creek somewhere around the time of the finale idk or bellarke college student/TA AU idk any of these and I’d cry forever

i'm actually aleady working on the last one a s afollow up to my summer bonfire au (spoilers) because bellamy turns otu ot be clarke's ta

and also my idiot friend jsut prompted me with clakre and bellamy teasing each other throughout the day to see hwo cracks first (they're already banging bECAUSE LAUREN IS A HARLOT AND WANTS ME TO WRITE SMUT) and raven takes bets from the rest of the grou p and it's gr9 so i'm writing that right now

plus i saw soething in the tag abotu dirty dancing? i swear jaegermighty did a whole thing abot this earlier. (and you shoudl ask badassbellamyblake aka jackie aka the worst to write the titanic au because she will kill you with feels.) but i might do the bathing in the creek thingy next remind mein the morning pls.

[xdead-god-dreamingx]

I've been up since seven last night writing fanfiction, i can't breathe

[likethelightfromorion]

Writing poetry ♥

[dragoninknightsarmourarchiv-blog]

Before the Rage was Dispair (age 13)

He'd been locked in his room for weeks. They'd hardly seen anything of him, his door had even been barricaded in the first week. All they could do was talk to him through it, although even then getting an answer was scarce. Eventually, they were able to get into the room, albeit carefully and slowly, as if one were approaching a startled deer. Nevertheless, a deer that could quite easily give you a black eye that would last for weeks if he lashed out.

The knock at the door made him jump, staring at the way into the room as if it were about to morph into monster set on force-feeding him every nightmare he'd ever experienced.

"Jennu?"

It was his father. His heart rate settled a little, but was still too quick to be considered normal.

"I'm going to come in. Is that ok?"

"Y-yes."

Yes, it was ok. It was just Dad. Dad was good. Dad was safe.

The door opened, and his father appeared in the frame.

"Hey," he said gently. "I brought you some dinner."

Jennu watched as his father put the tray of food down on the desk next to the bed, curled up with his knees under his chin.

"How are you feeling?"

Jennu just curled up tighter. He felt the bed sink a little as his father sat down next to him.

"Listen, Jennu--"

He suddenly lashed out, not expecting his father's hand on his shoulder. And in his panic, struck him in the chest.

Jennu was aghast, and scrambled across the bed to put some distance between himself and his father. "Dad--! I- I didn't--!"

"It's ok Jennu, I'm alright!"

"NO DON'T TOUCH ME!" The scream tore itself away from his throat before he could stop himself, as his father went to reach out to comfort him.

"Jennu..."

"Please... Please, I don't want to hurt you..."

Jennu curled up tighter on the bed, listening as his father left the room, with only his tears for company.

[pjotter15]

Midnight Musings

I feel the urge to write, and my previous segment, "5AM Ramblings", fell off - thankfully. It was an unsustainably unhealthy time to be writing anyway. - so I'll move the same stream-of-conscious idea to a healthier time of the night. And use tags.

I really do feel like writing though. A lot of change is flying though my life right now, and it's tough remaining the static point in time that I think myself as. It's not that I hate change, but change is tough for some people, so I want to be a reliable island for those facing the torrent seas of change. Constant. Static. Dependable, ya know. Sure, wiser, smarter, or stronger, but fundamentally the same dairy-guzzling, long-hair-loving, tall, awkward, nerdy guy. You can't exactly be your own harbor of safety, though. It's... tough watching others grow and change. Seeing people mature and grow into themselves and use their potential makes me so happy. Kind of like the satisfaction a gardener gets from seeing plants grow. Well, that metaphor implies I was a catalyst in the growth. A better one might be a man who walks the same path to work and sees the familiar plants and trees grow on each day's passing. I wish I could see how I've grown and changed over the years. It'd help remove this notion that I'm a constant. Sometimes you lose things to change. It's an inherent risk in the process. "If I was constant, I wouldn't lose things", I'd think. That may apply to the things in your domain of control, but not beyond. Things change, and it's no longer my choice whether I've lost them or not, since my thoughts and feelings haven't changed. It hurts to lose things. I wish things didn't change.

I've recently discovered my favorite colour: purple. Not the awkward, neon tones. The rich, dark hues. I've always loved the colours red and blue growing up - yes, Spiderman was/is my favorite superhero. Red is fire, passion, strength. Blue is water, serenity, flow. It just never occurred to me that I could combine the two colours and be an embodiment of both ideas. I shopped for some professional clothing, and the colours I were drawn to were the purples. My siblings got me purple pajamas for Christmas, and I feel unnaturally comfortable in them. So I reach the conclusion that my favorite colour is purple. Purple is royalty, power, flowing passion, strength in serenity.

[beastpoetry]

so bottle up your old love

take the broken bits of you and hide them away

because nothing

nothing

will ever bring them back stack them on shelves hidden away behind cabinets

and never look 

and never remember

and never forget.