For me, writing is like sitting down and shitting out this big, funky, sometimes unpleasant-looking (depending on the angle) brick of something from my brain that I then proceed to abandon in a dark corner. Every couple of days or so I’ll return to pick it up, examine it in the light, buff out smudges or rough edges, and chip away at the larger deformities until I have something kind of pretty and sort of shiny that I’m mostly happy with.
And then I bring it here, like a cat dragging in something dead and disgusting, to share with all of you. 🙃
At least, that is what Zoro thinks the first time he sees him. But then, his first coherent thought had been it’s too bright upon their initial meeting, looking up from glowering down at the ground to raising his head and squinting at a too big, self-congratulatory smile and do you want to join my crew?
Then it had been simple enough to blame the harsh sunlight blinding him, framing Luffy’s profile and that bright grin, and he’d bitten back the hell I will one minute and had a sword and an oath clenched between his teeth in the next.
And so Zoro follows the sun.
He follows and his skin reddens and blisters and peels; it splits at the seams and bleeds as he burns, and still he follows. It aches and cracks, and still he reaches out, twining his fingers through promises and a loyalty that will not bend.
Luffy curls a hand around his jaw and it’s a different sort of burning, flaring up into his eyes and down to his very marrow. And Luffy asks, where will you go? Nowhere, Zoro says as the words gather in his throat, raw and parched, and he chokes on them, anywhere.
His touch is a balm as fingertips skitter across his skin, soothing and pressing and digging and prying, and Zoro thinks he would burn again and again, blinded by the sheer brilliance of it all.
And then it’s dark out on the open sea, some nights, and then others too many stars dot the horizon, gathering up above them like they’re spilling out of the slit open belly of a giant, and Luffy tilts his head, blistering heat where he rests against his shoulder and looks at Zoro and says, I think I know where, and would you come with me?
And Zoro is a drowning man with a lungful of sea water, salt gathering with blood at the corners of his mouth and asks, of course, and where?
Luffy smiles and it’s a gathering of starlight and the sun, and it makes Zoro want to shove his fist into his mouth and shatter every one of his teeth, and Luffy would just laugh and bite down on his wrist and lay claim to his pulse point, like he doesn’t already live inside its every thrum.
No telling, he says. Will you still come with me?
And Zoro burns and it rages in the pit of his belly right into the raw skin of each scar, into his fingertips as they dig into Luffy’s scalp. How dare he have to ask, grin with the knowledge that he already knows the answer, and Zoro turns to follow the sun and says, yes, says I wouldn’t be anywhere else.
Luv watching cave diving vids. Even those where the person is like almost wiggling their way thru, their face squished to the floor and watching them struggle to move forward just makes me feel morbidly fascinated.
I can almost understand why you'd want to subject yourself to something so awful, the excitement of finally squeezing thru that very tight gap onto a bigger space, getting that well-deserved air and body mobility back??? Must feel euphoric
I’m not trying to sound like a pour over bro, but three things have really improved my coffee game at home: filtered water, freshly ground beans, and heating water to the correct temperature. You wouldn’t think it would make a difference to heat the water to 200F instead of 212F, but it does.
I've been momming for my mother these past few days and i think I've reached the point where if she's not back tomorrow I might murder one of her children. including, perhaps, myself.
girl help I am this close to just making a whole doodle dump for my rain world au because these fucking creechurs are eating every single one of my braincells-
so what color nail polish did you get, is it gel or polish, have you used it yet?
I got this colour!!!
It's a magnetic nail polish and the pigment shift on it is gorgeous!!! but of course since I'm a first timer, I waited until holo taco's black friday sale to grab stuff like the base and top coats at a discount, and also this other magnetic nail polish colour cause it's so fucking pretty oh my god that velvet blue!!!! oh and two glitter toppers too just so I could use it with cremes that I'll likely get in the future from a regular drugstore
...i feel a new addiction coming, i finally understand the nail polish people. also i gotta mention that seeing more men using nail polish made me feel better about picking it up too, cause i love keeping my nails short ;w;
This is frankly a silly amount of ribbons to be given when you haven't earned them. I do think it's weird that conformation shows still give you ribbons when you're the only dog of your breed to show up. Is he the Best of Breed or is he Only of Breed.
songbird's season of general sadness/first real grief/sorrow is coming to an end: (in chronological/journeying order) songs and poetry that helped my heart a lot these past few months :)
Always Good, Andrew Peterson / Marjorie, Andrew Osenga / Ask Polly article I read on a whim: 'My Boyfriend Refuses to Change' / You're On Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift / One Foot in Front of the Other, Griff / Heavy, Mary Oliver / Monday by @madamescarlette / The Letter, Linda Gregg / Summer's Retrospective by @madamescarlette / Ode to Some Lyric Poets, Gregory Orr
(bonus--from the scraps of writing that came out of this chapter of life, which are slowly being assembled into a more coherent story:)