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[mamasturn]

send you away, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven (masters of the air) x black fem oc (eden marie cleven)

content: eden is anxious about having to be separated from her husband when he reveals that he has to serve in England.

an: I was burnt out from writing elvis content, but, now we're on masters of the air content, yay!

“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta go.” His voice was a song sung by an old church choir; soothing, warm like her mama’s hugs, then it got disruptive. Like the snares of the drums as the song reached a climax. “They need us in England.” 

The pained look on her face would be engrained in his mind forever. There would be no way for him to forget it. Her thick eyebrows eat in a deep frown, pushing the rest of her features further down. Her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, glistened with tears. She refused to blink. The gentle rivers would transition to monstrous waterfalls with no dam to keep them at bay. And her lips, full and swollen from tender kisses, quivered as she clenched her jaw to keep her composure. 

“For how long?” Her voice was quiet. Gale sighed heavily and ran a heavy hand through his hair. If he had an answer, he’d give it to her. But, his silence spoke loud enough. She hummed and brushed his hand off her lap and began to trudge upstairs. A defeated sigh came from him. 

“E,” Gale called out. He followed her up the wooden steps. “Eden!” 

His large hand palmed their bedroom door that threatened to push him out. The lamp on her side of the bed was on, the blankets on the left side were pulled back, and she stood in front of the mounted mirror brushing her freshly pressed hair. Her sad expression had morphed into one like stone. He could see her jaw tick as each second passed. 

Gale took slow steps toward her. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Her husband, whom she’d only been married to for six months, was being shipped off to England to assist them in bringing down Germany. How coulde she not be upset? 

Gale stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His advances didn’t keep her from wrapping her hair and tossing her satin scarf around her head. He leaned down, nose brushing against the shell of her ear. Eden’s breath hitched. His lips followed, pecking at the sensitive area below her ear. He pulled at her skin with his teeth and she whimpered softly, her hand falling on top of his. “Gale…” A warning. 

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “Please.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after some time. “I knew what I got into when I married you but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared, Gale!” Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. So big and blue, they were. Filled with sympathy and remorse. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, but still! I gotta send my husband away and I don’t want to think about the day where someone could knock on the door telling me--”

Gale shushed her softly and pressed her body against his in a tight embrace. His warm hand gripped her chin and tapped softly. She met his eyes. “So let’s not think about that. I leave in three weeks. We’re gonna focus on making these three weeks worthwhile, and we’ll cross the other bridge when we get to it. But I’ll always be with you one way or another, you know that, darlin’. You do know that, don’t you?”

Eden nodded. Gale raised an eyebrow. “I know, baby.” 

Gale hummed and drew invisible lines along the bare skin other thigh. The lace of her slip tickled her leg. His hand inched up slowly. “How about we practice for that final send off?” 

Eden smiled knowingly and broke away from him, peeling the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders her bare body on display. “C’mon, we’ve got all night.” 

All night indeed.

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[erraticprocrastinator]

Does anyone else find it really comforting to think about your WIP/story idea when you’re trying to fall asleep? I’m a diagnosed insomniac with some lovely additional anxiety and it’s one of the only things that helps me drift off. It provides distraction whilst also somehow feeling like a warm hug and I don’t know it just hits different to brainstorming during the day.

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[cotl-inspired]

OKAY SO I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN A WHILE AND I WAS ABOUT TO AGAIN SO I WAS RE READING THE CHAPTER I WAS WORKING ON AND-

HE LOOKS TOWARDS WHAT???

WHAT DOES HE LOOK TOWARDS??

PAST ME WHY DID YOU DO THIS?????

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[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

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[lgist]

Pendulums

Fossilized in the ground, I feel every tremble. I reach up, to create my own, to be heard again. I fell back down, dug deeper than before, unable to collect my thoughts. Swinging between near victory and total despair, the pendulum that keeps me beneath ground, at varying depths. At times, ready to crack what's above me, to reveal my skin, to point to the sun. Only to sink again, to barely see the beams through the crust. I send an illusion of me, to scout the area, to fill the cracks of where I lay, a mockery of me. Projecting, forever projecting, distancing itself from me, as it roams the ground above, mimicking tremors that are not its own. I become content, knowing this clone has a chance shifting plates, I lose fear in staying in the hole. How I can lay here forever, in the dark, iterating on the versions of myself above the line. I can be anywhere, with anyone, simultaneously alone, with myself.

Need I the light? When the comfort of shade holds me still?  Need I the dark? When the cold penetrates my veins? A conflict engrained, morsels of hope snuffed out by impending uncertainty, the future’s light, lit with the oil of passion. Turmoil, ecstasy, debris and rubble, to be rebuilt, to be destroyed again, a whirlwind, a cyclone, a cycle. A pendulum that swings scornfully, a pendulum that takes as it gives, a pendulum that puts into grasp and inches away. Fearful and amused, entrapped and entertained, prey and predator, a spectrum as it swings. Laying opposite each other, the descent into one and the rise into the other, unable to influence its results, its calculated, surgical conclusions. Action and consequence, cause and effect, an eternity spent staring at a clock of possibility. A clock, ticking away, each second influenced by the swings, constantly in motion, I can only stare, as I witness the consequence to my actions, the effects I caused.  

The branches wilting, the branches prospering, the branches unseen, atop the tree. I climb and hope the branch below doesn’t snap, that my hands are secure, I hate hearing the cracks, before the fall. Falling, knowing the steps I took were the wrong ones, falling bracing for impact as I head for the ground again, falling grasping for any branch that can save me the climb again, how they all crumble, how a path is now denied to me, to see the horizon, atop this very tree. When I arise from the impact, I look up, working up the courage to climb the tree again, talking myself out of it when I remember the bruises on my back. A mindless game, each step taken with blindness disguised as guidance. Here I am found again, in the shade of the tree, my back at its bark, staying still, content in the still, always content in the still. Pass me by, with your judging eyes, as you point to the branches you would take, as you lay into me, your preaches of worry. Seering into my ears, as if I’d listen, as if I’m yours to command, as if I’m a starving cat, chasing birds, you lay tins of tuna in front of my eyes and expect me to pounce. How it keeps swinging, as I believe I’ll reach the top of the tree, as I realize another grave misstep has put me at the bottom again. 

Elated, exhausted, growing more wise, finding myself dumbfounded by the lessons I learn. Tapping a rhythm across the bars, imprisoned, yearning for freedom. Freedom engraved into the projections of myself. Free from time’s irrevocable consequences. Freedom that sits atop a tree of possibility. The emotions swing, as I ready myself to count the days, until I am ash and bones. The emotions swing, as I conjure my escape plan, to put my hand in the middle of the pendulum, to take control of its motion. The emotions swing, as the lights within my cell flicker rudely, as my eye begins to twitch. Content in the still, always content in the still, staring out the window, seeing those atop their trees view the beautiful horizon. Those above ground, standing at the epicenter of the tremors they weave together. Those influencing their pendulums, to where they want them, I turn and see, how mine just continues to swing, aimlessly.

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Something a little different, more on the way, working on something big, you’ll like it, trust me.

Much Love - S

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[cygnusmori]

May the odds be on your favor, dear writers.

I can't believe I spent time on this instead of writing, lool

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[soulinkpoetry]

Leave those chapters in the past.

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[peyton-warren]

Hey Fic Reader, yeah you! If you like a fic, say something, hit like, reblog or comment, anything to let the author know you like thier stuff. Yes YOU!

Am hearing a trickling of info that people like my stuff, but when I look at the likes, comments, and reblogs on the pieces mentioned, I'm not seeing the folks mentioned in this second hand info anywhere.

I'm so frustrated right now because I seriously doubt my writing skills even though I've been writing fic since I was 14 which was more than a few years ago.

Do you know how many times I have wanted to completely delete Blinded By the Fog because it doesn't feel like anyone gives a shit about it? Same for Stick Handling and all the other series I've been working on.

Seriously if you like an author's work, PLEASE tell them by liking, reblogging and/or commenting. This isn't me begging for me, this is me begging for every other writer on Tumblr, AO3, and everywhere else. Your feedback is what keeps us writing, keeps us driving behind the keyboard. If you want to see more from a writer, tell them, do not assume someone else will tell them for you.

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[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

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[twice-the-outlaw-official]

“You Got Your Trophy,” by Gabriel Michaud

I dreamt a dream, that you were a fiend.

A fiend for love. Parading your new lovers around like some sort of trophy.

And you’re so above me. But the menacing thought that love can’t be bought. Takes me right back to the flowers of forget me nots.

I wonder what it’s like to not be alone.

I’d be a hypocrite to say I haven’t had my fair share.

But in this case let’s play truth or dare, because you love so deep, and I wonder how you get sleep.

So I dare you to take a step back, back to when the world wasn’t yours and the creaking on the hardwood floors would bring you solace knowing you’re alone. Peace would enter your mind, just in time for you to say I do what I want. I’ve got everything with or without him.

That could be true

It’s always true

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[writer-of-passion]

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[mamasturn]

forever yours, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven x eden marie cleven (amor aeternus universe on @saturnville)

content: Eden writes her husband a letter while he's deployed.

an: @turn-thy-paige had the idea to create a mini letter-writing series for John, Gale, and Curt. they've been done for a while, but I'm finally getting around to posting Gale's. + also, I changed Judy from the amor aeternus to Eden to have cohesiveness across both pages. hope you enjoy <3

tags: to maintain your place on the taglist, you're expected to interact! @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste

To my beloved, Gale, the note read. 

Gracie saw your picture today on the dresser. She said your name. I’ve been hearing Dada all day. She cried until I let her hold the frame. She’s been running around the house with it all day. I wish you were here to hear it but at least you’ll hear it nonstop when you return. 

She looks a lot like you now. Her eyes get bluer by the day. I was hoping she’d have brown eyes like me, but, it’s okay. She still has my complexion and curly hair. A perfect blend of our love. 

We’re adjusting to you being gone. It’s still difficult, but, days aren’t as long and I can sleep through the night. Partly because I sleep in your clothes, but whatever brings comfort, right? 

Also, I have a surprise! I put pictures in the envelope.

Curiously, Gale’s fingers rummaged through the envelope. Two pictures snapped in grainy color. In the first photo, Gracie was on her mother’s hip, a dimpled smile on her face. They looked so happy, filled with joy as they stood in front of the house they’d made a home. Gale smiled. 

The second was a photo of his wife. She stood in front of the couch in their living room. On her body was a loosely fitted dress, one of her favorites. But, with her hands cupped around her midsection, he saw it. Her growing belly. The smile on her face was brighter than the sun. Another gift on the way. 

Gale bit along the corner of his lips as his eyes watered. His eyes shifted back to the letter.

Baby number two is on the way! I can’t believe I let you get me pregnant again. Anyway, doctors say I’m four months along, so there’s still some time. I’m just praying you’re home for the baby’s birth like you were for Gracie. But if anything, you’re always here in our hearts. 

I’m already thinking of names but I’ll save that for when I hear back from you. 

I love you, Gale. Gracie loves you. Baby loves you. Stay safe and make it home in one piece or I’ll kill you. 

Gale chuckled. How contradictory. 

I’ll see you soon.

Forever yours, 

Eden Marie

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[erraticprocrastinator]

A hive mind for finding words?

So this is just an idea I’ve had in passing but I wanted to see what others think. Would any writers be interested if I started either a secondary blog or maybe a discord server solely for writers to ask for help finding the right words or words on the tip of their tongue? I don’t know about anyone else but I’ve personally found that Googling often isn’t helpful for me. There are still words that I know exist but I can’t find by looking up no matter what I search, and I’m sure there’s someone out there who knows them. If I made it as a blog I think I’d have it so people can submit posts describing the word they need and others could reply to help. If I made a discord server it would be more like a normal group chat with a focus on finding words. So is this something anyone else would be interested in?

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[lucentcree]

"I want you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul." - Charles Dickens

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[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty. But learn to be happy alone. Rely upon your own energies, and so not wait for, or depend on other people.

— Thomas Davidson

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[thefacelessmanner]

If you ever want to understand, understand the eyes. Which is not on the face or in the speech of anyone, It will meet you in their eyes, even if it doesn’t want to.

Meet them in their eyes @thefacelessmanner

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