#based on real experiences

[sandersgrey]

The way I can clock a queer person from five miles away but you could literally pin me to a wall and I still wouldn't know you want to make out

#alex wont shut up #based on real experiences

[inkstainednote]

Inspiration

Inspiration is like a stream. It springs from the mountains of your souls, the highest cliffs of your mind. It cascades to the lake of your being, your true essence and it floods your body and soul. It quenches your thirst and it allows you to swim in it for hours, days, months.

When the climate is wet and warm, it flows and flows and turns into a forceful river, a mighty power, if used correctly. It can assist you in some great deeds, it can be your source of greatness and glory.

If the climate, though is dry, and your environment abuses what little is left of you, when it forcefully takes what isn't its to take and uses up every last drop of your inspiration, it will run out. It will dry up and become nothing but mud and death and all its potential will be left to rot, unused, unavailable.

Death is coming.

#literature #poetic writing #based on real experiences #depressing shit #poetry #poetic #poem #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #writers and poets #poemsbyme #poems on tumblr #poems #poetic perspective of real events #poets corner #poet #burnout #writers block #writer block #poetry by me

[saintsofthestarfield]

Wolfstar Microfic: The Happy Ending

Lesbian Week of Visibility!! Lesbian Wolfstar!!

If you’d asked Remus at 13 if she liked girls, without hesitation she’d say yes. She liked them just fine. They were compassionate, witty, gorgeous beyond compare, and had a bit of a mean streak.

At 15 if you asked Remus if she liked girls, she’s again say yes, yet this time it was realized she really just liked one girl. One girl with the silkiest black hair and most perfect angled lips. The one with boney hips, a bit of curve in her spine, and a strange gait she couldn’t help but be fond of. The one who laid on her stomach and held her hand when they slept in the same bed. The one who everyone knew would be Remus’ bed mate on Marauders trips. The one who flopped down next to her and wove their legs together in a tangle of fishnets and bare skin. The one who’d poke the end of Remus’ nose and make her forget her biggest insecurity. The one who’d never wear her retainer and as a result let her teeth go crooked again. The one who’d make Remus feel so special then so alone because there wasn’t a chance a girl like her could like a girl like Remus— or even like a girl at all.

At 17 if you asked Remus if she liked girls, she’d say yes, then specify she loved her favorite girl: Sirius Orion Black. The brightest star in the sky and the brightest star in her eye. The one who kissed like she’d never kiss again. The one who’d brush Remus’ hair behind her ear and make her blush like she was 15 again. The one who’d ask to try Remus’ coffee then complain that it was too bitter. The one who’d steal Remus’ sweaters and tell her how good they smelled. The one who’d let Remus hold her when she cried and return the favor when need be. The one who’d hold Remus’ hand in public and cling to her arm. The one who’d jump at every opportunity to show off her “girlfriend, who’s super smart and funny.”

Remus got the happy ending early, and if she hadn’t, she’d have fought for it forever.

#based on real experiences #wolfstar #lesbian wolfstar #lesbian #lgbt #sapphic microfics #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #fuck jkr #marauders #remus got the happy ending but i didnt #this is so specific if she finds this i’m dead #pls take me back #i’d give anything to relive those moments god

[ashwin-the-artless]

This morning, while making breakfast, Goreth asked me casually if I see the same colors they do.

We took a moment to experiment, by switching who was fronting, and looking through each others perception of our eyesight.

It's a trick that Sarah and Goreth have always been able to do. From what we've read online, some human systems can do it too. And some can't.

Which is pretty similar to how things are for us Ktletaccete.

Anyway, it turns out that I perceive color slightly differently from Goreth. They're more vivid when I'm fronting, and the hues are slightly shifted.

And because we'd been switching so much, we'd momentarily lost some of our faculties and were a little befuddled.

So, Goreth mused, "I wonder if that’s because Ktletaccete eyes are built differently than mine. Or, is it a visual cortex thing? Do you even have visual cortexes?"

(reminder, I'm an alien, a Ktleteccete)

I became excited by these questions and said that I wasn't sure, but that I'd love to learn more about human physiology to help figure it out. I do know some things about Ktletaccete biology, after all, since you do tend to pick things up in nearly 500 Earth years of life.

Anyway, I knew that Goreth isn't human, and is a dragon, but they were born in a human body, sharing it with Sarah, and that's what I meant by "human eyes". And Goreth nodded and told me that's what they were assuming, anyway.

I said, "It’s probably both the eyes and neurology behind them. I mean, we don’t have mitochondria, while you do, so who knows just what makes a difference?"

"Hey, dweebs," Sarah said, waking up. "You’re both using the same set of human eyes right now."

We stood there feeling foolish for several seconds.

"Here, let me front," Sarah said.

And then we switched between the three of us.

The more we switched, though, the less obvious our differences were to us, but we think we caught them before they faded. And we've since found that if we let our brain rest for a while, we can repeat the experiment and confirm the results.

Sarah and I see color almost exactly the same way. Goreth is the odd dragon out.

It seems, in our case at least, that it's a brain hemisphere thing.

Sarah and I are localized more strongly in our right hemisphere, while Goreth is in the left. We each can, probably, use the whole brain, but our locus of awareness and bulk of neurons that we each use the most are centered in one hemisphere or the other.

And there's a whole lot of evidence supporting this, including me just hopping outside of our body for a moment and just observing Sarah and Goreth.

Anyway, best we can figure is that our visual cortex sends slightly different signals to each of us, or we each interpret them differently. And it’s brain hemisphere that makes the difference.

How or why is not something any of us can figure out yet. Not even with Phage’s help.

#memnärrä #plural gang #science fiction #based on real experiences

[alexanderdragonborn]

Ldb: *sighs* okay I can do this..... *ahem* so uhh..Khash?

Khash: Hmm?

Ldb: There is uhh... a reason I always kept my hair short...like really short.

Khash: Huh? There is?

Ldb: *nervous sweating* Yeah, uhh...when my hair was long, I got sick and tired of the tangles in my hair. I brushed it out 5 times a day. Even in ponytails, it was annoying.

Khash:...

Ldb: So, uhh, I just kept it really short.

Khash: Why haven't you cut it? You're now at shoulder length.

Ldb:...well... I was wondering if you wanted to braid my hair?

Khash: *gasps* Really??!! Yes!!! Wait here! I'm getting a brush! This is going to be so much fun!!!

Ldb: How long have you been planning this?

Khash: A really long time...like really long.

Ldb: Fair enough. Maybe you can teach me sometime?

Khash: Sure. But braiding your hair is my job now. If that is all , I *still* need to get the equipment! *bolts*

#skyrim special edition #skyrim custom followers #khash the argonian #skyrim ldb #based on real experiences #I never knew how to take care of my hair. #I will gladly grow it for Khash

[capndragn94]

*Camila showing human sports to the gang*

Hunter: Are you sure this "football" isn't some kind of military training?

Camila: I can see how you would think that mijo, and while this game IS pretty dangerous, it's all in the name of good natured fun.

*opposite team scores*

Camila: ARE YOU *$@&%#!* KIDDING ME?! HOW THE *%@#&!* DID YOU LET HIM SCORE?! GET YOUR *$#%!* TOGETHER!

Hunter: 😳

Amity: 😦

Luz: 😂

Willow: 😮

Gus: 😰

Vee: 😐

#the owl house #toh #owl house #camila noceda #luz nuceda #toh hunter #willow park #gus porter #vee noceda #based on real experiences #the nicest people can flip tf out over football #its hilarious

[phantom-does-a-thing]

trick or treat!!

TRICK!!!! YOU WAKE UP TO SNOW ON HALLOWEEN

#based on real experiences #sorry mantis #throwing snow at you #rambling #phever dreams with phantom #mutuals #asks #trick or treat #mantis tag #that’s probably my tag for you

[thelowerdecker]

Anxiety Attack! 

Poor Libby experiencing a severe Anxiety Attack while in a public place which is a Nightmare for her! She is hyperventilating pretty bad and it's really effecting her bad! :(Based on Real Events for Me Yesterday, I had a mini Panic Attack in College at the Stairway, luckily no-one was there! This is kinda a visual representation on what was going on in my mind at that time! I chose Libby to portray this because I really relate to her and honestly it wouldn't surprise me if something similar happened to her in cannon! Drawn by Me (SirDippingsauce2022)  Based on Characters created by Bill Motz & Bob Roth

#libby stein torres #libby #The Ghost And Molly McGee #Cartoon FanArt #fanart #sad #panic anxiety #panic attack #anxiety #visual representation #based on real experiences #disney fanart #tgamm #tgamm fanart

[ratcoonht]

I love furaffinity sometimes like where else can you log on and the first thing you see is a diaperfur rip a fat fucking bong like this site is hilarious

#rambling ratcoon #based on real experiences

[tory-yeetedtoshi]

POV: you see this one good looking picture while scrolling in Pinterest but then you accidently refresh the page before you could even click it.

#based on real experiences #based on real life events #nooooo #i died #i die every time #i died a little #pinterest #pov #my pov #shitpost #shitposting

[silverspringscd]

if ur cold let destiel keep u warm

#based on real experiences

[inkstainednote]

Escapism (the yellow notebook collectives #3) {tws in tags}

Dear [redacted],

I didn't think of a poetic way to open this letter or well I did but I thought it stupid and scraped it during the transfer. If you want to know, it was of a problem I have already fixed.

There is no real reason I am writing you you at the moment other than the simple truth of me not having anyone else to write to. The loneliness is getting suffocating. I feel like I asphyxiate inside a locked room with its walls closing in a round me and the exit being too far away and constantly shrinking slowly but in a way that it's painfully clear that if I ever reach it, I will no longer fit through it. I cannot do anything but try to reach it in time and yet I never will.

Everything around me, dear, is too real or not real enough. Every morning I open my eyes and I realize my life is getting worse by the day and I hate it a little bit more. I'm unable to feel happiness by the things that used to provide me with it and escapism is becoming less intense and satisfactory and harder to achieve.

I suppose other people dive into alcoholism or substance abuse to find what is missing but I.... I find my escape through fiction. It is addicting. It takes you through space and time in different worlds, other's points of view, places where perhaps I'd be happier, healthier. Places where I could be full. Fiction offers me the relief of living as somebody else, a different person, a character who might be happy or at the very least not numb -if only for a while.

At times I find myself believing I'm a fictional character myself or maybe hoping that I could be. And then I proceed to violently hate myself for it because it is a thought not based on logic or facts but feelings and I am clever enough to not think with those. Scepticism and logic is how I survive. I protect myself by not being a dreamer, an emotional person, someone who believes in myths and fantasies and it works.

Of course even my ridiculous thoughts, dear [redacted], -and what you might think of me now, after that admission of disgust for anything magical or illogical- have a basis. It's not as much a basis, actually, it's more of a thin thread that they are woven into in order to keep me from diving into insanity. Because, you see, everything is a coping mechanism for me. Another protection measure, another way to hide from what hurts. My imagination then, is a desperate though futile, attempt to reason my existence. To understand why I turned out like this.

You see, I am not a person who cares. Apathy is so deeply encarved into my everything, like an infection and most days I think it's too late for me to find meaning in anything. However I eventually realised that it doesn't stretch onto fiction. I care, I feel for characters that are not real, for circumstances that have never happened and never will, for families and couples that don't exist and I even mourn deaths that haven't killed anyone. I have shed more tears onto a page of a book describing the tragic death of a young prince in the arms of his estranged king father's in a medieval, horrid kingdom than any event in my own life for the past five years. I feel heart-warmed when two characters find true love in each other after a long period of misunderstandings and trauma and yet romance I cannot feel for myself. I put the general well-being of a book character I like than of most people I know in reality.

There might be various medical terms to describe a condition such as mine, but all I know, dear [redacted], is that I can be described perfectly by the word miserable.

Love,

Inkstain

#the yellow notebook collectives #literature #poetic writing #based on real experiences #depressing shit #tired of being alone #bad mental health #being alone #mental illness #tw depressing thoughts #derealisation tw #tw panic attack #escapism #letters #letters to a character #letters to no one #poetic perspective of real events #poetic prose #depressive tone #melancholic #this is a series of writings about depression in a notebook but theres lore #lore #oc #kinda #mentally fucked #actually mentally ill #mental issues #depression #loneliness tw

[my-chemical-sparklers]

pov: we stand in the middle of a school and start vocally recreating the guitar chords to i'm not okay because that's all we can think of at first

then we start dying because our lungs don't know how to process oxygen properly for some reason

#i mean you don't have to but i probably will #based on real experiences #mcr #im not okay (i promise)

[fruitypurpledragon]

Just a snippet of someone's life

D-DAY beaches, France

We are walking to one of those big harbor wrecks or something. The wreck seems big and old.

"I don't think we're allowed in here.", I say. We are standing close to the 'entrance' of an overturned wreck.

"It may be dangerous, I think the sign just means: enter at your own risk ."

We still want to take a look and walk inside.

Something is different here. Time flows around us, weighs down on us. It is silent, the only thing you hear is brown noise of the space, and the water that leaves us behind in here.

"I don't think the energy in here feels nice."

"Me neither. is that blood on those walls?"

"That is rust, honey."

"Oh."

It might be rust, but that doesn't take away that everything seems to slow down here like we're traveling in time. Funeral pace. Back to the loud D-Day, burdensome, but not breathless. The silence wants to tell us something, but now it is a bit timid.

We step outside again and we're back here, now, safe.

"What if we actually traveled in time and went back for a minute?"

"I think we would have noticed."

But time is so unpredictable, it sneaks past us while we're holding onto it so tightly. Leaving only an imprint in the shape of a wreck.

#short prompt #short story #creative writing #please don't come at me #english is not my first language #story #not meant to be offensive #a piece of someone's life #memory #personal #mystery #wrting #writer #based on real experiences #book #short reads #my writing #writerscommunity #please be kind #i would love to hear what you think #not meant as endorsement #real life #moment

[stars-and-loops]

*having a mental breakdown on the askblog*

“*silly name* reblogged your post”

#mav says stupid shit #based on real experiences

[kilogramoftears]

it’s time for the special birthday surprise! *everyone leaves*

#based on real experiences #mood