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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years
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how john watson found his heart again
[sequel to how john watson lost his heart ]
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it's been two years since i've lost my heart.
two years of grief. two years of being lost. two years of darkness.
but it's okay, i've found her. she gave me a new heart.
it's not the same as my own but it does its job: it gave me life. it keeps me alive.
but suddenly you are back.
short version: not dead.
and you present me my long lost heart on a serving tray.
with your fake glasses, your fake mustache, your fake accent.
but my real heart.
right there in front of me.
abruptly i stand up. trying to hold back my anger.
alright. john. i'm suddenly realizing that i probably owe you some sort of an apology-
fist against the table.
two years.
keep it together, watson, i tell myself.
two years.
but how can i?
when the only reason to live is right there in front of me.
when the one reason i almost died myself was right there in front of me.
i thought-
not in the restaurant, watson.
i thought you were dead.
i died too that day. i have lost my heart that day. the day you died.
now you let me grieve...
i grieved for you, i grieved for my heart.
how could you do that?
HOW?!
the slightest sign of insecurity in your face. unsure of what to do with my heart on that serving tray.
right. before you... do anything you might regret...
a little laugh. suddenly i see my heart pumping. once.
one question. just let me ask you one question...
i recognize that my heart is starting to beat again. what is going on?!
can i- can i hug you?
and that's it. that's all it needed for me to push aside my anger. that's all it needed to open up my chest for you again.
and i realize that,
yes, she gave me a new heart, but that heart was just plastic. pretense. not the real thing. she hasn't healed the wound either. she had just put a giant band-aid over it.
and you hug me. you hesitantly put your hands around me.
you hug me, you hesitantly, carefully put my heart back into my chest.
and i cry. i cry right there in the restaurant.
i cry. you hold me.
and you ask if we should go home.
and we go home. your arms around me.
at home you put your hand to my chest. as if to make sure my heart stays in its place.
and i look up.
and you dry my tears.
and i lean in.
and we kiss.
and it's sweet. and it's melts away the grief.
and it heals. the wound that was left.
and we kiss again.
and every kiss,
is like a stitch,
making sure my heart doesn't leave,
making sure i live.
with my heart in it's place,
with you on my side.
and you make sure, i never have to chase
my heart again.
and you make sure, my heart will never have to hide
again.
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[i hope i was able to kinda fix what i did in the first part here. sorry if this sucks.]
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fallingraine · 2 years
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nicholasandriani · 5 months
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Bacchus and Le Fay: An Urban Poem. A dedication to the Taurus and the Libra. To Lovers come and gone
In the dusk’s embrace, where dreams are spun from whispers and longing, listen to the ballad of the girl with feathers in her hair and the boy with seashell teeth. Together they traverse the city of night, wrapped in a jacket of golden leaves, wrestling with the wind that dances through the streets, around corners, over cobbled paths, and between the towering herds of steel and glass. They glide…
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ancientroyalblood · 7 months
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Exploring the Power of Symbolism in Writing
Writing is a craft where every word, every sentence, and every detail serves a purpose. It’s a canvas upon which authors paint their stories, and, sometimes, the paint they use is not just the ink on the page, but symbols that convey deeper meanings. Symbolism in writing adds complexity and depth, transforming a simple narrative into a profound, thought-provoking experience. In this exploration…
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cubbyyyy · 3 months
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You know what makes me sit in silence everytime i think about it?
The fact that Andrew was attracted to every version of Neil.
He thought he was hot when he still had his brown eyes/brown hair
He thought he was hot when he had blue eyes/brown hair
He thought he was hot when he had blue eyes/auburn hair and the number 4 tattooed under his eye. ”you are a pipe dream“ , he said, looking at Neils bruised and most honest self.
Then Baltimore. Neil got tortured. Got bruised all over his skin, scars that’ll never be forgotten and what does Andrew do? He asks yes or no and kisses his hip.
It sure af wasn’t love at first sight but the fact that his initial attraction never faded gives you a hint about what Neil is for Andrew.
(Not to mention how the versions of Neil changed the more Andrew learned about Neil as well. First he was Neil. Then he was Abram. Then he was Nathaniel. Until he finally became Neil Abram Josten.
All the lies. All the truths. It all came together and Andrew was there during all of it).
and if I start talking about Neil falling for Andrew the more he learned about him and the role he took over-
(Neil is there to protect the one who protects them all)
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saja-star · 2 years
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One of my favorite things about learning about traditional textiles is the little ghosts they left in the language. Of course the ghosts are there, now that I know to look for them. Once upon a time, half the population spent a majority of their day making textiles. Spinning, at the very least, has been a part of humanity since the Neanderthals. That kind of knowledge doesn't just disappear.
A heckle was a device with sharp metal spikes, and people drag flax through the spikes to separate out the fibers from the chaff. When you say someone heckled a performer, you think you are being literal but you're speaking in an ancient metaphor.
When my grandpa says "spinning yarns" to mean telling stories, he knows that one's not quite literal, but its vividness is lost to him. There is no image in his mind of rhythm, muscle memory, and the subtle twist that aligns clouds of fibers into a single, strong cord.
When a fanfic writer describes someone carding their fingers through someone's hair, that's the most discordant in my mind. Carding is rough, and quick, and sometimes messy (my wool is full of debris, even after lots of washing). The teeth of my cards are densely packed and scratchy. But maybe that's my error, not the writer's. Before cards were invented, wool was combed with wide-toothed combs, and sometimes, in point of fact, with fingers. The verb "to card" (from Middle English) may actually be older than the tools I use, archaic as they are. And I say may, because I can't find a definitive history. People forget, even when the language remembers.
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dathen · 2 years
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The thing is “My love becomes a vampire so I’ll become one too to stay with her” can’t hit the same anymore. It’s become just a “ooh being a vampire would be sexy!” or “yay we get to live forever!” romantic thing versus the most defiantly heretical devotion that would make the paper it was written on burn. There’s no “ooh~ vampires~” but rather being willing to join everything you fear and dread the most, that once shattered your mind to endure.
It also just can’t hit the same without that backdrop of severe Victorian social mores one dare not set a foot outside, and a lifetime of being bound by them. Or without the certainty that heaven is real, and you’re willing to bar yourself from it for eternity if your love isn’t granted entrance.
This is gothic Romance with a capital R at its pinnacle and I’m never going to stop thinking about it
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aroaceleovaldez · 8 months
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reminder that the only reason the "ADHD is actually demigod BATTLE STRATEGIES" and "dyslexia is DEMIGOD BRAINS HARDWIRED FOR ANCIENT GREEK" things exist in the PJO universe is because it's a very direct reference to early 2000s teaching/parenting techniques for neurodiverse and disabled children, which aimed to frame childrens' disabilities and hardships as a "superpower" or strength so that the children would feel more positively about their disabilities or situations. This technique has fallen out of favor since then for the most part since more often than not it just results in kids feeling as though their struggles are not being seen or taken seriously.
Yes, demigods are adhd/dyslexic (and sometimes autistic-coded) in the series. This is extremely important and trying to remove it or not acknowledge it makes the entire series fall apart because it is such a core concept. Yes, canon claims that their adhd/dyslexia is tied to some innate abilities, which is based on an outdated methodology. It's important to acknowledge that and understand where it comes from! But please stop trying to apply it to other pantheons in the series like "oh, the romans have dyscalculia because of roman numerals!" or "the norse demigods have dysgraphia for reasons!" - it's distasteful at best.
A better option is to acknowledge the meta inspiration for why that exists in the series, such as explaining potentially that Chiron was utilizing that same teaching methodology to try and help demigods feel more comfortable with their disabilities and they aren't literal powers. In fact, especially given Frank, there's implication that being adhd/dyslexic isn't a guaranteed demigod trait, which means it's more likely to be normally inherited from their godly parent/divine ancestor as a general trait, not a power, and further supports the whole "ADHD is battle strategy" thing being non-literal. It also implies the entire greco-roman pantheon in their universe is canonically adhd/dyslexic - and that actually fits very well with the themes of the first series. The entire central conflict of the first series fits perfectly as an allegory about neurodiverse/disabled children and their relationships with their undiagnosed neurodiverse/disabled parents and trying to find solutions together with their shared disability/disabilities that the kid inherited instead of becoming distant from each other (and this makes claiming equivalent to getting a diagnosis which is a fascinating allegory! not to mention the symbolism of demigods inheriting legacies and legends and powers from their parents and everything that comes with that being equivalent to inheriting traits, neurodiversity, and disabilities from your parents).
anyways neurodiversity and disability and the contexts in which the series utilizes representation of those experiences particularly during the 2000s symbolically within the narrative is incredibly important to the first series and the understanding of what themes it means to represent. also if i see one more "the romans have dyscalculia instead of dyslexia" post in 2023 i'm gonna walk into the ocean.
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liquid heart
I look up, and downliquid heart in pools, I drown waiting for the sun to ariseagain in my heart capitulation strongand armed with love and lighta …liquid heart
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twisted-deal · 7 days
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Listen to the roses, they only want what's good for you...
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months
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I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR SQQ HE LOOKS SO FUCKINH DONE WITH LIFE
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The recipe for SQQ is: calm on the outside, screaming on the inside.
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No Such Thing As Filler
Okay, so yes, this is another post based on something I saw that irritated me, but it seems like this idea keeps coming up, so I need y'all to internalize this. There is no such thing as filler in good writing. None. Do not approach your work thinking you have to fill space in a story, I will beat you with this wiffle bat. Don't ask me where I got the wiffle bat. Don't even worry about it.
The idea of filler comes from a very particular place - when an anime or TV show has to fit in a certain number of episodes, but doesn't have enough content (hasn't caught up with the manga, the source material isn't long enough, etc) to cover those episodes. An episode has to be written, but the characters can't really progress, and so are given something else to do. Many a trope has come from these episodes, and they're sometimes necessary. Filler in this context is something that makes sense.
The dark side of filler is the idea that you need some space between Big Event 1 and Big Event 2 in your story, therefore you need throw anything in there to take up space and make your word count. This is a mistake I've made and I've seen plenty of other writers do it too, but it's a huge waste of your time. You do need something between those big action scenes, but you should always be writing to accomplish something.
Instead of thinking of that writing as filler, try to approach it with three things in mind:
Move Forward With Character Development and Backstory - Your characters barely survived a huge gunfight, and they won't encounter the big bad again for another few chapters. How do your characters decompress from that gunfight, and what does that say about them? Did a cocky character go in guns blazing, only to be deeply shaken by how a real fight works? Did that fight spark a moment of deep trauma for the main character that they have to reflect on afterwards?
Filling this space with meaningless scenes is a huge waste of opportunity. Think about how to dive deeper into your characters.
Move Forward With Plot and Subplot Development - The bad guy beat the heroes to the stolen gem, but they left behind a clue to why they want it. However that clue could reveal some painful truths about the protagonist's beloved great aunt... Carmen Sandiego???
A major goal following a big action scene is having the characters figure out what to do with what they've learned and what to do next. It's where romance subplots or secret relative subplots make progress, when truths are revealed and next steps are taken. You can absolutely do this in any setting - a flirty conversation while at the battling cages, a tense moment of feelings while hunting down a wayward chicken - but your main goal is making progress for both the characters and plot.
Move Forward With Worldbuilding - Worldbuilding has it challenges, believe me. You don't want to write a chapter on how an airship works only to have to cut it later. But you should still try to flesh out your world, and you should do so with the perspective of how to use that worldbuilding to your benefit. Maybe a critical scene hinges on the main characters knowing how that airship works, or that lake your main character often stares at is the setting of the big Act 3 Boat Battle. The weather can play into both perspective and emotions. Knowing what the main character's house and car looks like can reflect a lot on their personal character or backstory.
When you're struggling with a scene or a chapter, rather than writing filler, take a few steps back and think. What can you establish with your worldbuilding? What can you reveal about your characters through their dialogue and actions? What subplot could you explore or add in these between moments?
Filler from a fandom perspective - Now let me make this clear - if you're writing a fanfic just to have a cute moment between the characters you like, or you really want to force everyone to do that weird Twilight baseball scene, that's fine. You don't need a grand goal to achieve for every story, there's no need to justify your fanwork in any way other than you wanted to do it.
But I'd also argue fanwork doesn't fall under the filler label either - something you create, be it a character snapshot or a 'what if the gang meets Slenderman' parody, isn't taking up meaningless space. It's something fun you did that you and others enjoy, and there's nothing wasteful or pointless about that.
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weaponizedducks · 2 months
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If bbc merlin wasn't gay then tell me why my middle aged, agressively heterosexual father that thought neil and todd were straight just turned to me and told me magic was an allegory for queerness. fucking riddle me that
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thunderandsage · 11 months
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“food as metaphor for love” this “food as metaphor for love” that when do we get HUNGER as a metaphor for yearning and aching for affection
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emeraldhazeart · 5 months
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Y'know, the more I've written, the more I've come to realise:
Writing oneshots is a bit like running a race. You prepare, you set off, maybe it all goes smoothly or maybe you hit a bump or two, and then you cross the finish line.
Comments on oneshots are like people waiting at the finish line for you and congratulating you on having made it. They might point out something you did well in the race, or they might just cheer with you that you did it.
Writing multichapter fics is like running a marathon.
You still prepare, you still set off with the same excitement (and potentially trepidation), you still hit bumps and potholes as you go. But overall, it's a much longer, harder journey. Maybe you have to stop and take a break, maybe even multiple times. You definitely have to pace yourself, or you'll burn out and never finish.
Comments on a longfic are like people cheering you on as you go. They're the spectators watching from the sidelines as you hit each checkpoint (chapter). They're the ones cheering you on as you run the race, encouraging you to keep going all the way to the end.
As yes, they will eventually cheer and celebrate with you when you eventually cross the finish line. But they're the ones who've shared the journey with you, in spirit if not in body.
Maybe you recognise the same voices cheering you on at each checkpoint, maybe you only hear a voice once. Maybe you just see the same person in the crowd, encouraging you to keep going.
Every one of them can be the reason you keep pushing on to the end, even when running gets tough.
Thank you, commenters. Never underestimate how much your support helps us keep running.
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 10 months
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Jane B. par Agnès V. (Agnès Varda, 1988)
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