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my hot take is that if you want to write a book, you need to read books

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Peaches N Plushies on Etsy

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Keep your first drafts private – never share a first draft with anyone else. Do not write down your first drafts. Write first drafts of at least eight (8) characters or more (longer is better). Use a combination of uppercase letters, lower case letters, numbers, and special characters (for example: !, @, &, %, +) in all first drafts.

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the hungers of hadewijch and eckhart, donald f. duclow // stigmata: escaping texts, hélène cixous // you are in a hotel room, joan tierney // the notebooks of malte laurids brigge, rainer maria rilke // great expectations, kathy acker // hot-hand fallacy, jasmine gibson // erotism: death and sensuality, georges bataille // cain, josé saramago // love in the time of monsters, emily palermo // a curious night for a double eclipse, j. karl bogartte.

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Angsty Sentence Starters

"You're all I could think about."

"I shouldn't have left."

"No, this can't be real!"

"We tried our best."

"I wish it was all over."

"Please, let me in."

"I'm tired and I'm scared."

"Can't you not understand why that hurts me?"

"Some people don't want to be saved."

"I asked you not do this, but you did it anyway."

"Please, don't leave me alone."

"Don't touch me!"

"It was all I had left of them."

"We could have died."

"I just can't!"

"You never really knew you."

"I've always been alone."

"It hurts, but I'll live."

"Please, tell me your ok."

"I didn't miss you as much as I thought I would."

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The evil stepmother is a fixture in European fairy tales because the stepmother was very much a fixture in early European society–mortality in childbirth was very high, and it wasn’t unusual for a father to suddenly find himself alone with multiple mouths to feed. So he remarried and brought another woman into the house, and eventually they had yet more children, thus changing the power dynamics of inheritance in the household in a way that had very little to do with inherent, archetypal evil and everything to do with social expectation and pressure. What was a woman to do when she remarried into a family and had to act as mother to her husband’s children as well as her own, in a time when economic prosperity was a magical dream for most? Would she think of killing her husband’s children so that her own children might therefore inherit and thrive? [...] Perhaps. Perhaps not. But the fear that stepmothers (or stepfathers) might do this kind of thing was very real, and it was that fear–fed by the socioeconomic pressures felt by the growing urban class–that fed the stories.

We see this also with the stories passed around in France–fairies who swoop in to save the day when women themselves can’t do so; romantic tales of young girls who marry beasts as a balm to those young ladies facing arranged marriages to older, distant dukes. We see this with the removal of fairies and insertion of religion into the German tales. Fairy tales, in short, are not created in a vacuum. As with all stories, they change and bend both with and in response to culture.

— Amanda Leduc, Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space

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head not empty. too many fictional characters wreaking havoc in it.

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Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, What Narcissism Means to Me

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“I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.”

— Jennifer Willoughby, from “The Sun is Still a Part of Me” in Beautiful Zero (via aridante)

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I am not the history of absence anymore. — Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness (2022). Connect with the author.

Photos by Tom Smith and Donny Jiang on Unsplash.

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Bringing this back because I'm really proud of it still and I need to work on the WIP it belongs to

Bloodlust & lies: 

I could say that every time I hear a love song I think of you, but that would be fake. A simple lie. 

The songs speak of a draw to someone else, they speak of love.

 Yet, darling, I find myself going back to the quotes about love; 

How they speak of tasting the flavor of you, but I don't think of sweet kisses. 

I think of canines because we have teeth for a reason. 

When I say I love the taste of your love, I am not talking about your lipstick or perfume.

I am thinking of teeth on the skin of your body, I am thinking of the taste of matalics and iron. 

When I tell you that I think you're sweet I am not talking about personality because sweetness you may taste of candy,  but you are bittersweet at best. 

Your blood is that of venom, so I'll bite first because my teeth are sharper than yours. 

This is not love, I won't tell you that, but it is that of Blood. 

We were formed out of bloodlust and lies and I won't back down first. 

#im gay and i write #my story #writers #writers on tumblr #dark cottagecore #dark academia #blood mention #ask to tag #poems #poetry #original poem #original work #sapphic poetry #sapphic poem #imgayandiwrite #Bloodlust #teeth mention #aro poetry #aro poet #lgbt poem #vampcore #vampirecore #vampire poetry

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oh god are you one of those people who reads romeo and juliet as a romance rather than a tragedy

I thought I was gonna go to bed early tonight but I guess not

hey friend you just unleashed my nerdy wrath buckle up

short answer: no, I know r&j is a tragedy and I read it as such. Shakespeare didn’t write “romances”, at least not in the sense you mean (some people call his later stuff that’s harder to put into a genre ‘romances’, such as the winter’s tale and the tempest)

so no I’m not a moron thanks

here’s the long answer:

I presume you’re “one of those people” who likes to count themselves as the Specialest Snowflake In All The Land because they don’t buy into the fake cheesy idea of //romance// that everyone else so blindly believes

maybe you like to talk about how romeo and juliet were “just horny teenagers”, how they knew each other for three days, how romeo so loved rosaline thirty seconds before spotting juliet, so clearly he’s fickle and silly. they weren’t actually in love, they were just teenage idiots. because only stupid girls buy that stuff. you’re more mature than that. am I right?

well, here’s the thing, sunshine- you aren’t special. I hear this same damn argument right down to the last word every time I mention my love of this play and it ENRAGES me every time because 99% of the time this is coming from /other teenagers/. other young people talking about how this isn’t a story to be taken SERIOUSLY. it’s silly and frivolous and unrealistic. they don’t realize that this play is dedicated to them.

and it’s criticizing people just like you.

while I do believe that these two young people were soul mates (I’ll get to that later), I don’t really think this is a story about love. it’s a story about /passion/- how love and hate are only a hair’s breadth apart and their overwhelming capacity for healing or for destroying. the emotion that drives mercutio to defend romeo from tybalt. what drives mercutio to be killed at his hand. what pushes formerly docile, dreamy romeo to slay his cousin in law: it all begins to seem like the same continuous passion, enflaming the same group of people on the hottest day of the year.

as a result, love isn’t a pretty thing in this play. it’s linked inextricably to death, to murder, to chaos. love is presented as the most dangerous force in the universe. it leaves five bodies in its wake, and then at the end (people forget this) it’s what finally brings the ancient feud to an end. it’s not silly. it’s not frivolous. o brawling love, o loving hate.

and who are the conductors of this unstoppable force? who sets verona burning and then rebuilds it better in under a week?

kids.

people with a shitty understanding of this play who love to dismiss it and downplay it like to call it a “cautionary tale”- why you shouldn’t think with your dick, why you should grow up and not be so rash, be sensible.

I agree with part of this. it is a cautionary tale. but it’s directed at YOU.

you, who devalue youth. you, who underestimate teenagers and what they’re capable of, who wave off their every thought or feeling with “just a kid”. who think that love is a pretty little silly thing and that no one under the age of 25 is capable of really experiencing it. that the kids don’t MATTER.

capulet thought it- he dismissed tybalt’s rage during the party as dumb kids throwing a hissy fit. he wrote juliet off as a child who should be seen and not heard, shuffled from her father to her husband, guided by the wisdom of those older and wiser than her.

in the world presented in the play, age has NOTHING to do with wisdom. the adults range from careless (montague) to helpless (lady capulet) to blithering (the nurse). the wisest character, the most eloquent and intelligent one with the most beautiful poetry, is fourteen year old juliet. (go back and read it. whose speeches are the most beautiful, sophisticated, complex? Juliet’s.)

okay, fine, you say. but they didn’t love each other, they just saw each other and got hot and bothered and wanted to jump the other’s bones! anyway, what about rosaline?!

I’ll address rosaline first:

shakespeare likes making fun of the poets of old (take for instance his “my mistress’ eyes” sonnet, a deliberate parody of the Petrarchan model of frilly love poetry). heres another example in romeo. when we first meet romeo he’s mooning over a girl in the frilliest, stalest, most formulaic verse imaginable. we get the feeling he’s enjoying himself, basking in his misery.

notice, though, that we never see rosaline on stage. she represents romeo’s vague infatuation with the //idea// of love, the pretty image he made up in his head from reading old poems. this not only creates an incredible arc in his character, but makes his love for juliet obviously the real deal by comparison. he meets juliet and his world goes into free fall; he’s rash and violent and impulsive, and the verse that was so stale and ingenuine before shifts into some of the most famous passionate poetry in the english language. in his first scene, he asks “is love a tender thing?” he falls in love with juliet- REAL love, not the kind in poems- and comes to answer his own question: no. no it fucking isn’t.

but, you say. but they CANT have loved each other! you don’t fall in love just by LOOKING at someone!

yeah, I know you don’t.

but here’s the thing. if you aren’t willing to suspend some modicum of disbelief, you won’t get anything from shakespeare. period.

we’re already assuming that these people just happen to walk around speaking in blank verse and rhyming couplet. the plot of hamlet relies on the existence of a ghost, a midsummer night’s dream on fairies, macbeth on witches, the tempest on magic, measure for measure on the friggin /bed trick/- is it SUCH A HORRIBLE STRETCH FOR YOUR CYNICAL POSTMODERN MIND TO MAKE that characters can identify their soulmates with a look? have we reached that level of lazy cynicism as a society that magical love flowers and vengeful ghosts are believable, where a woman can turn into a boy by shoving a hat over her hair and statues spring to life as deceased loved ones, but love at first sight (a very very common Elizabethan plot device; it’s /everywhere/ in shakespeare) is just too much of a stretch?

no one rolls their eyes at hamlet because “ghosts aren’t real. are you one of those people who believe in ghosts?” no- they take it for the plot device that it is in order to get to the message of the play as a whole, and the truths of the human conditions it reveals, with the help of some purely theatrical elements.

but kids in love. that’s far too silly.

it’s really fucking sad.

and questions like yours, anon? those make me really, really fucking sad.

#long post #romeo and juliet

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“I can best this.”

Please do not repost my art anywhere. Both versions are now available for purchase on my INPRNT shop!


I Can Help You | I Can Best This

#six of crows #book art #i love them so much

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An excerpt from my new WIP

She smiled as she paged through the intricate drawings in her partner's book.

Nix had left the new copy of her studies in her office, and the ever so curious fiance Angel was couldn't help but look for her page in the book.

It was on the third page, secondary to the God of War and the oh so bright God of the Sun who had requested his true form be left out of the book but she could still see the outline of what it was before it was erased and replaced with the human Esq version of him.

But what truly caught her eye was the extra collum on her page. She almost laughed at the change in handwriting and language. Had the ever so hesitant to say "I love you" Phoenix left a love letter to the God of death, in a professional book studying the gods?

It wasn't conventional, but nothing about the God of wildfire, of lost souls, of stars and bloodlust, ever, ever was.

A smile lined her lips as she ran through her hair, it was the closest thing to a love confession she was going to get and she was going to bathe in the words for as long as possible.

And perhaps a bit of teasing would be needed once they returned

Prompt #747

It was a very unusual love letter, but the writer was also a very unusual person when it came to love.

#The old gods will rise #not the official title but w/e #writing prompt #writing exercise #creative writing #my wips #writeblr #writing wip

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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts Part II

“We need to stop the bleeding – now!”

“I hate to see you hurt like this.”

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.”

“I want to help you, so please let me.”

“You don’t have to be so brave when you’re with me.”

“I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt for a second.”

“Seeing you like this and not being able to help – it breaks my heart.”

“If you don’t tell me what happened, I can’t help you!”

“It will be easier, if you just talk to me.”

“Don’t worry about anything. I will take care of it.”

“I need you to breathe for me. Slowly – in and out.”

“You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

“Just listen to the sound of my voice.”

“I wish I could be there with you right now.”

“Is it okay to hug you?”

Part I

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“Loving you is entirely different. You make me feel expansive, as thought my heart is big enough and strong enough to contain the whole world. As though I can become anyone I need to, or want to, without fear—I can reach higher and farther and not lose you for the striving. And oh, my love, do you know how great a gift that is?”

— Olivia Waite, The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics (via smokefalls)