the words you make me say
when the waters in my lungs
and i am drowning
and falling
are the words that hurt the most
but they are the words
that make my mind ache
with the buzz of the most deepest sincerity
you told me to live
and to feel
so i experienced all those things
without you
but for you
because you told me to
because of you
i stayed afloat
- BrontideRaven
this user is claustrophobic
writing prompts - romance/angst romance dialogue - angst romance and romance "Was everything we were even real?" "How can you stand there saying you don't love me?" "The only reason I love myself is because I thought you loved me too." "I thought you said there was still hope for us?" "You know, I'm finding it really difficult to love you." "I thought we were forever." "You disgust me now. Everything I loved about you makes me shudder." "Stop saying you're okay, I know you're not. You forget...I know you. I've been through these things with you. I know you better than most. What's wrong..please don't hide it from me." "Stop yelling, please..." "I never thought I could be hurt this badly." "So, I heard you had a date yesterday..." "Can't you see I fucking love you." "You were my everything. No, scratch that actually. You are my everything." "If you feel like you're nothing without me, then you shouldn't have me." "You are an intelligent and beautiful woman with infinite potential, but your feelings for me are holding you down. Let go. I already have." "If anything happens it would be unfair to both of us. I still love you. I won't pretend I don't." "Don't say something like that, after all that." "Don't give me hope.." "I had hope. I did. I tried. In the end...I tried." "I hope for you..." "Ironic huh, hope for hope. You'll either be twice as happy or twice as sad with the outcome then." "Thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving me chance after chance. I didn't deserve them." "I hope that we can be together. I hope I can live with you. I hope I can marry you. I hope I can be a family with you. I hope I can...start...a family with you." "I hope for you. Always have, always will. I love you." "I know that you don't feel the same as me, not even in the slight." "I feel special when I'm with you. If that isn't love I don't know what is." "There is a chance for us...not now but later. There is a chance. Not like before though. We'll actually be a team, okay?"
Everyone in the tavern was silent. Otis looked up from his hand, the cards carefully and neatly formed into a fan row. He stared at Katharnie who was still moving her cards about, Otis took that as a sign she was nervous. The dealer asked them to present their hands for the final time to reveal who was the winner of a fine Appaloosa mare and 300k Feathers. The people out of the running were angry their money was still in the game to be won, but Feathers didn’t mean much in currency out of town. The punters held their breath as Otis showed his hand, spreading it out on the bar top. “Three Dark Cicadas and a Violet Rooter Fungus,” The dealer announced, some of the punters cheered, it was a good hand, worth seven in total. Otis continued to look at Katharnie who checked her hand once more, observing quietly her points against her opponents. With a flick of her wrist she snapped the cards down onto the wooden top and the dealer moved them into a row so he could see them better, on seeing the cards she had he gave her a small look. “Two Horn Trumpets and two Forest Barberries,” the dealer said, raising his voice so everyone in the tavern could hear. Otis stood up and slammed his hand down, making a few Feather chips jump off the top. His top lip curled up “She cheated, she cheated. I fucking won, do you understand me. How could someone like her get Barberry cards, she slipped them in. No one beats me, you should know that.” Katharnie ignored his anger and bent to pick the coins up, she smiled, and her ears twitched. In her mind she saw Otis as being jealous, she’s a younger generation so she has the new luck. Now she has to take on the task of pursuing The Succubi of The Beast, and its something her father trained her to do. She knew she was up for the job.
writing prompts dialogue - (romantic angst/sad romance) “I would give my life to keep you safe.” “Aren't we in a good mood today?” “Oh, I get it. You're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice.” “I screwed up. I know.” “I did a pregnancy test.” “The way you flirt is shameful.” “I’m ready to try again, if you are...?” “I’ll find her and bring her home, I promise.” “Try focusing on your life more than mine.” “You’re still single? Its been more than a year.” “I don’t like your new shampoo.” actions - Person A tries getting Person B out of bed and knows the only way they will is by hugging them. They haven’t been together in months now, sometimes things occur and they hang out and usually crash at each others places. Person A gets into bed beside Person B and hugs them, but ends up falling asleep too. All their friends are round and its awkward for Person A and B to see each other again but as the night goes on they all loosen up by playing games and drinking whiskey. About two in the morning they decided to watch a movie. Person B’s best friend is laid out on the sofa and they are sitting near each other, but Person A is also on the sofa and when everyone starts getting tired Person A instinctively out of habit lays their head on Person B’s lap and Person B does nothing to correct them or stop them and just tangles their fingers into Person A’s hair.
characters - slowly updating for prompts/drabbles/oneshot requests
Brandon, hero of a story. English-Taiwanese. Dreamed of being a chef as a kid. He doesn’t know how to be vulnerable apart from when he breaks down. Makes amazing Ramen. Can’t ride bikes. Robert, villain of a story. American. Was always looking after his mother after his dad walked out and his mam died of cancer when he was 15 so he started acting up in school. -- Lina, just a girl in her first year of university. English. Wants to work in the Theatre. Sits alone wherever she goes. Likes writing and music. Wishes she could be happy. John, a boy in his last year of university. English. Doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life. Does a science course and works part time in a pub. Wishes he had someone to be vulnerable around. -- Elle, one of the main three. Oldest of the group. Does ice skating and has a driving license. Is doing her A-levels currently and mainly does sport. Mina, one of the main three. Youngest of the group. Muslim family. She wants to be a criminologist. Going into college to do Sociology. Has a broken leg. Paddy, one of the three. Irish immigrant. Owns a bike and has lots of posters of The Hollywood Vampires on his bedroom wall. Giles, a news presenter who time travelled and then got influenced into being an awful person. Knows a lot of things and works for the bad guys now. -- Otis, a fourty year old man who believes it his destiny to kill the “monster” just outside town, avid gambler, is usually drunk. Katharnie, a twenty year old girl who is considered to be an outsider, she believes in protecting the so called monster. n/a
i love my friends so much. the fact that i know multiple people who have respect for me and whom have stood up for me, and the fact i share the same respect towards them. how they’ve always been there for me, even if they don’t understand in any situations i’ve got myself into. they are the people i trust the most, and i share my photography with them, my writing, my music. everything i create i always second guess until someone tells me its worthy of other people seeing it, and i don’t usually even show my parents or family what i make. when i show someone something before i post it that means i trust them with everything. i have social anxiety and a major part of that is a fear of peoples judgement and the fact i know my friends will never judge me. sometimes i fear they will but i know they won’t. my best friend has been in my life for almost seven years. god damn. i need to message my friends and tell them i love them. bye.
(alt text:) this system is protector heavy
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requests are open :)
if someone loved me like i loved reading 18th century law books...
This user is super lazy
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