#write it out

[free-my-mindd]

#daily readings #mental health #write it out

[lauryn-order]

Write-It-Out Wednesday 

I’ll handwrite:

Your Username 

Your Blog Title

What I’m Thinking About 

How I’m Feeling

I’ll Shuffle My Music, and Write My Favorite Lyric

A Playlist Spelling Your Username

What I Think About You or Your Tumblr

A Favorite Quote of Mine

3 Things I’m Grateful For

3 Things I’m Proud Of 

3 Things I'm Scared Of

5 Things I Want

5 Words to Describe Me

A Quick Poem

Descibe…

My Favorite…

My Opinion On...

A Letter To...

Something I’m Looking Forward To

Something I’ve Learned Recently

A Message to my Followers

A Piece of Advice

A Word of Your Choice in my Non-Dominant Hand

A Quick Doodle

You Choose (ex: specific words, a writing prompt, or a question)

#write it out #Wednesday #handwriting asks #handwriting #handwritten #ask prompt #mine

[ranger-ribbons]

"You don't have to be alone anymore." + World of the Coinless Jason, Kimberly & Bulk

This is also a piece you're gonna have to forgive me for, I don't know anything about them. We'll see where this gets us lol

~

Jason sits on a rock overlooking a small pond. He watches the water with critical, but haunted eyes. He wants, more than anything, for peace and quiet.

He's lucky he gets quiet.

Jason hears the screams again. He hears them even when his eyes are open. He hears them at night when the nightmares take hold. He hears them when his mind wanders and take him back to that fateful day everything changed.

Jason had been awake when Billy was killed. Contrary to the belief that he wasn't, and was therefore spared the pain of hearing Billy's death. Jason had heard. Jason had heard the sword stab Billy's chest, Jason had heard Billy's lungs fill with blood, Jason had heard Billy choke on his blood as it suffocated him, crawling up his throat to smother him. Jason had heard it all, and Jason can hear it when he's not distracted. The images of Billy dying, of Billy meeting his eyes as the light Jason had adored dimmed and was extinguished- those memories still haunt him, even all these years later.

Jason curses the day Tommy came to Angel Grove.

"Jase?" calls a familiar voice.

Jason doesn't turn, despite knowing who it was, and likely what they wanted.

"Hey, man, you okay up there?"

"Jason, please, come down."

Jason doesn't move. The screaming still echoes. Someone touches his shoulder and Jason reacts without thinking. He grabs the wrist and yanks, bringing Bulk into his vision.

"Whoa, hey!" Bulk says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Kim comes up on Jason's other side. "Jase, it's okay," she says. "We're here. We know."

Because Kim had been there too, the day Billy died. Kim, just like Jason, can hear the screams as well. Unbidden, Jason's eyes fill with tears and he tries to hold them back. He feels like he's been handed a pamphlet that says, "Congratulations, you survived the war! Now live with the trauma!"

"Jase," Kim says. She kneels to his level, looking him in the eyes. Bulk squats to be below him, looming at him with eyes so soft, Jason almost can't believe Bulk ever bullied the Rangers back in school. "Jase, talk to us," Kim pleads.

"Please, Jason," Bulk adds.

Kim offers him a smile. Jason's emotions burst like a waterbaloon, and the tears come flooding down. Kim drags him into a hug, and Jason grips her dirt-stained jean jacket as if he'd float away if he didn't keep hold. Bulk wraps his arms around both of them and holds on just as tight.

Jason sobs, cries long and hard, pouring his grief into his tears and crying. The tears drip onto Kim's shoulder, but she says nothing. Rubbing his back, Kim hums a gentle song. She just sits there and lets him cry, lets him grieve. Bulk squeezes Jason's shoulder, says nothing. They both offer their gentle comfort and all the kindness this world will allow.

"It's okay, Jase," Kim whispers.

"You're alright, Jason," Bulk echoes.

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

~

@augment-techs

#power rangers #mighty morphin power rangers #comics #world of the coinless #ask #ask prompts #ask games #mutuals #augment techs #thanks techs! #jason lee scott #kimberly hart #farkas bulkmeier #jason lee scott/billy cranston #mad makes #write it out

[paige-to-page]

you tell me I am the rain

when I already feel like you are the sun

and I dim your shine

#writing blog #writeblr #writers on tumblr #female writers #writers and poets #writers of tumblr #writing community #writerscommunity #poetic #poetry #words words words #spilled thoughts #relationship #relationship quotes #original poem #flash fiction #my writing #penny for my thoughts #penny for your thoughts #spilled ink #spilled words #she is wonderful #she can do better #she knows #lgbtq #existentialism #metaphor #write it out #prose #heartbroken poetry

[madhare0512]

hi . don't think about mick and prophet getting kidnapped on a mission and prophet being tortured to speak in front of mick. while he can't do anything about it. definitely don't think abt that . love U btw

....

~~~

Prophet isn't speaking. His voice is gone from the screaming he's done. Mick wishes he could fix it when instead of making noise, Prophet flinches away from his hands.

They drag him back to the cell the agents are trapped in. Not because he cuffed, but because he's half-conscious and bleeding from just about everywhere. They dump him on the filthy ground and walk away laughing.

The second they're gone, Mick's off his ass and darting up to Prophet's side. "Prophet?" he whispers. "Hey, stay with me, Prophet."

Prophet stirs, breath rasping from his throat in a barely-there wheeze. His lips move but no sound comes. There's a soft click somewhere in Prophet's throat that Mick deduces must be the other agent's attempt at Mick's name.

"Hey," Mick hushes, carefully picking him up and carrying him closer to the wall and threadbare blanket Mick's been shredding into bandages. "Shh, it's okay. I'm right here, darling."

Prophet stirs a little further. Mick doesn't have to be a doctor to diagnose a concussion, but they really should get Prophet to a doctor soon.

The door creaks open, and Mick jumps to his feet. Whipping around, Mick finds a tall and lean man standing in the doorway to their cell.

"It doesn't have to go this way," the man says. He's black, between thirty and fourty years old. From his accent, he was raised by Irish parents. "All you have to do is tell us what we want to know."

Right, the information. The thing is, Mick doesn't have it. "I won't tell you. I can't," is what Mick tells him.

The man smirks, cruel and evil. "Then this next part will be fun for me." He turns and shouts. "Boys! Bring the chains."

Mick lunges, but the man is faster and Mick is weak from hunger and sleep-deprivation. In seconds, Mick's flat on his ass, pinned between the floor and the man's boat as three more people stomp into the cell, and Prophet's being dragged off to the far corner of the cell.

"Leave him alone! He doesn't know anything!" Mick shouts.

The man chuckles, but says nothing.

"Please, hurt me! Leave him alone! I'm his superior, he doesn't know anything!" Mick pleads.

The man laughs again. "Oh, but we are hurting you," he draws.

And it's then Mick realizes that this was their plan all along.

~~~

@constantones

#prophet #criminal minds #criminal minds suspect behavior #mick rawson #jonathan simms #jonathan simms #criminal minds prophet #mad writes #ask #contantones #thanks tones! #mutuals #mick rawson/jonathan simms #micphet #content and trigger warnings #write it out #writing #things i write #welp you’ve made me cry tones #good job friend #love you too tones

[bhindthemadness]

You think I don’t get mad.

You think I don’t have crazy in me….

I’d love to fight these emotions out. Punch, kick, and scream!

Slice through their pretty little throats for all the bullshit they spit out about me!

Leave their pretty little cars and homes in ruin. Key their shit. Mark my name on it. Pour the gasoline, set a match and watch the whole MF burn up in flames!!!

I could…

Be exactly like you, childish… immature.

React on my emotions with no regards to peoples lives or the consequences.

Don’t for one second think there isn’t a Beast in here. Don’t ever think there isn’t madness underneath this surface.

The only difference is I choose to be kind behind the madness.

The only difference is I’ve tamed her.

She will snap your neck if I let her. But, she listens to her master.

You think I’m weak. You think you’ve won.

Yours is unruly and feral. Which means YOU have NO control. She’ll eventually consume you, and take over, wrecking havoc on everyone’s life around you including your own.

So you think you’ve won, stand on it.

But when you fall, just remember…

You THOUGHT you won.

Sincerely yours,

B.

#behind the madness #repressed anger #vent blog #let out your emotions #write it out #poetry #original poem #dark poetry #dark poem #female rage #beast inside #scream #shout #let it out #words #my words #original #writers on tumblr #writing

[tierra-tee]

My mental health is so important to me because lack of care for the mind can destroy a person, I’ve seen it. However, I never knew I signed up for the longest journey of my lifeeeeeee. I feel like ever since I decided to take being a better me for me SERIOUSLY I’ve been walking around flames ever since. I’m not quitting but the phase I’m on right now chile save me. This chapter is called “Truly Observing & Not Absorbing: You’re Going to Actually Work Pass It, Not Smoke Til it Surpasses”

#thinking out loud #black girl self care #black girl soft life #mentalwellness #mental wellbeing #write it out

[thatfellowgoosepelo]

Is this the end of the world or do I just need a different haircut?

I have a bald spot in the back of my head and everyone is staring at it. I can feel it when I walk by. As soon as they’re out of my sight my bald-spot is in theirs. I can feel them staring at it, searing the skin around it with their attention. Look at me! it says every time a newcomer enters the room. Watch me grow! It says every time it feels a look. I have no control over the outcome of this…

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#art journal #author #bad haircut #bald spot #barber #braindump #creative writing #memoir #men&039;s diary #stress #write it down #write it out #writer #writing #written word

[darkness-compelled]

Today is day 4 of smoking a joint a day and processing my trauma a day at a time.

This is the best I've felt in months. The thing about processing the past is, you have to be in the right headspace for it in the first place.

Last month I was not strong enough to think about these things without simply losing myself to them.

I can find myself without being pulled in every direction. I'm cutting the tethers, and though I know they will grow back eventually, for the moment, I can think freely, and be me without feeling ashamed or guilty.

Sorry to those who follow who aren't interested in this, I understand.

I'm going to continue to write about my pain and past as it comes to the surface. Thank you to those supporting me on my journey. It means the world.

#420 #weed #marajuana #cannabis #smoking #joint #emotional journey #healing #healing journey #write it out #gotta get it out of my head #personal

[shouldbewriting]

sometimes i have the urge to post scorched-earth hot takes to barb at what makes me angry. i have to remind myself that anger vented won't solve the world's problems, but anger channelled can. and if you want a more positive world, channel it in a positive way. be incensed about injustice, but put that energy into making people's lives better.

#putting this here as much for me as anything #write it out #anger #be the change

[monsoon-of-art]

#I'm serious stop doing it #theyre scraping fanfics and other authors writing #'oh but i wanna rp with my favs' then learn to write #studios wanna use ai to put writers AND artists out of business stop feeding the fucking machine!!!!

[madhare0512]

Escape the Night, Escape the Memories

a small bit about the Survivors and how they work within the mafia!verse. it’s sort of like ETN is there, but also... not. The Savant is also not in this (though he is a Survivor), he lost his mind after going through three different slaughters and ran off in a panicked fit. the other Survivors meet up once or twice a week to talk about everything that happened. also!, Tiv is the only one who made it out of the Circus. so he’s kind of double fucked in the sence that he doesn’t have a partner and the only other person who knows about everything ran off after losing his mind.

the good news is, i have a plan for this. the bad news is, you have to wait for it. 

content warning: ptsd, anxiety, death mentions, spoilers for Escape the Night (seasons 1, 2, 3), exessive drinking

~~~

Tiv doesn’t usually sneak away from his brother. He doesn’t have to, of course, he’s allowed to come and go as he pleases. It’s just hard for him to admit that he’s going to what amounts to “grief counselling” for him and the other Survivors of the slaughterings.

Tiv ignores the shiver up his spine, ignores how it feels like he’s betraying his second family by not telling them. How is he supposed to tell them? Hey, I’m Tiv Setter, you’re long-lost twin brother. I have memory issues stimming from an accident when I was younger, and chronic anxiety. Oh and, by the way, I died and was magically revived! 

How are you supposed to tell your brother and your secondary family that? 

So, Tiv just doesn’t say anything. He only tells his brother that he’s going out and he’d be back later. He goes out, making sure he isn’t followed, and ducks down ally-ways to the Warehouse District. There, he meets old friends.

~~~

He’d met Nali in a bar one night. He was getting drunk, despite his policy to never touch alcohol, and trying to forget the memories of what he’d been through and what he’d done. Nali had found him, had recognized that haunted look in his eyes.

She sidles up to him at the bar stool and asks. “You know Sav?”

Tiv startles, then glancing over, he nods. “Knew him,” he replies. “He’s gone now.” Tiv knocks back another shot, grimacing at the burn. 

Nali hums. “The alcohol doesn’t do much. Not in the long-run. I have a few friends, we’ve been meaning to reach out-”

Tiv laughs, high and reedy. “It dulls the senses for a while,” he interrupts. “That’s all I need.”

The woman sighs. “You’ve had enough for tonight,” she says softly. She takes the shot glass out of his hand and waves the bartender away. “It’s time for you to go home.”

~~~

Tiv had followed her back then, just like he’d follow her now. Just like he’d follow any of them now. The truth was, Tiv trusted the four of them more than he trusted himself. More than he trusted anyone, even his own brother. 

It sounds terrible, he knows. But these people, they’ve seen him at his worst, when he was drunk and screaming about a Strongman or a Snake woman. Or that time he was concocting antidotes in his kitchen at 3am because he’d had a nightmare and thought he was still in the Circus. Or that time he was investigating a case that was remarkably like the cheerleader with the control collar. 

These people have seen him in just about every state of being, sleeping, awake, half-asleep, angry, drunk, sad, and more. They’ve watched him cry his eyes out over losing Jet and throw things across the room because he wasn’t able to protect Trouble. 

Tiv loves his group and he knows they’re always going to be there for him. He’s always going to be there for them as well. 

#youtube #youtube web shows #web shows #youtube egos #youtuber egos #escape the night #escape the night season 1 #escape the night season 2 #escape the night season 3 #matpat #matpat egos #fics #write it out #the survivors #the big game hunter #the journalist #the thespian #the mystic #the detective #the mafia au #mafia verse #even mafia men can love #content and trigger warnings #content warning #trigger warning #spoilers

[sing-you-fools]

me: this is a background character who's in one scene, has two lines, and is completely irrelevant to the rest of the story. i am going to stop obsessing over what to name him and use the random name generator on behindthename.com. i am going to accept the first thing it gives me and move the fuck on.

behindthename.com:

#guess i can call him charlie #i'll know what it's short for #and maybe someday i'll have a Fandom and someone will deep dive this far and find out the truth #a bitch can dream #writing #writeblr #naming characters #behind the name #names #character names #my writing #charizard cockburn #pokemon #sing-you-fools #1k #5k #10k #25k #50k

[angelsdean]

me whenever i see /pos and /hj: why are you calling me a piece of shit and what do handjobs have to do with any of this :/

#this is joke. light-hearted or /lh if you will #but fr there's GOT to be a better way to indicate these things. esp the /pos one #like i'd rather ppl just write out the whole word it's only a few more letters #vic.txt

[paige-to-page]

can we stay in and watch disney shorts and cry juntos por favor

#penny for my thoughts #keep going #keep trying #writeblr #penny for your thoughts #mental health #life philosophy #spilled thoughts #existentialism #i miss you #but fuck you #very tired #stay in bed #ill just go fuck myself #thank you #very much #write it out #writers on tumblr #bilingual #trying #espanol #aprender #juntos #por favor #duolingo #cry with me #watch movies #disney shorts #disney+ #disney plus

[pulseincorp]

What makes you feel physical, or emotional pain?

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