#writing to survive

[writing-to-survive]

#236

"I appreciate you taking time out of your day to come."

"You kidnapped me."

[obfuscxte]

[lyndawrites]

Introduction to The Quiet Flame

I’ve spent most of my life feeling like the extra—too much in some rooms, invisible in others. Not the favorite. Not the one who gets picked. Not the one people stay for. It’s a feeling I’ve worn like a second skin. Sometimes soft and barely there, other times sharp and impossible to ignore. I’ve been the black sheep in a large family that never really saw me—at least not in the ways that mattered. My beliefs, my choices, the path I’ve chosen… they all seemed to disqualify me from being held in the warmth I craved.

I’ve lost a marriage I once believed in. I’ve watched relationship after relationship fall apart in my hands, despite how hard I tried to hold them gently. I don’t think I’ve ever truly known what it feels like to be fully wanted. Even now, I’m with someone who says they love me, but I often feel like I’m still waiting to be chosen. I don’t know if that feeling will ever leave me.

I’ve been writing for years, but this is the first time I’ve created a sacred space for it. Not to teach. Not to show off. Just to let it live. The Unchosen is what I’ve called this place because that’s what I’ve been for most of my life. Not in bitterness—but in truth. And now, in defiance. The Quiet Flame is where that truth stays lit. It’s where I let myself say what I don’t say out loud. It’s what flickers underneath the smile, underneath the functioning, underneath the surviving. I write because it aches more when I don’t. This personal blog is my corner of the internet where I leave pieces of my heart, so I don’t have to carry all of them at once.

[escespace]

[chloesimaginationthings]

Poppy playtime should have more Harley Sawyer ngl

[feral-ballad]

Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”

[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]

[ryllen]

yuu as my favorite freshwater fish

[ncutii-gatwa]

really makes me laugh seeing some people complain doctor who is gay now. babe THIS aired in 2005. doctor who has been gay a long damn time get with the program

[thhouseofblack]

Odysseus dies during the war and by the laws of combat/due to some prophecy stating that only a war strategy from the mind of Laertiades will cause the fall of Troy, Telemachus is brought to the shores of Troy.

10 year old Telemachus, who has never even held a weapon before, who was hiding behind his teary-eyed mother's skirts when they came to fetch him.

Penelope falling to her knees, clutching the feet of the ones trying to take her son away and begging to not do this, that she has just lost her husband, that she cannot lose a son too, that her boy is so young. That her brother-in-law Eurylochus can avenge her husband.

Grief-stricken Diomedes, hovering and protecting Telemachus, risking his own life time and time again to ensure Telemachus' safety. Fighting with all the commanders to keep him from the battlefield as much as possible.

Athena always standing behind Telemachus, for the first time making her presence evidently known, lending as much as strength, wisdom and courage as she can to her Champion's son.

Eurylochus, Polites and the other Ithacans being so enraged at Telemachus' presence here, he is just a boy, their Prin– their King. He shouldn't be here. But he is, so they do their best to take care of him and ignore their breaking heart everytime Telemachus looks at them with Odysseus' face and speaks with Odysseus' voice, knowing that he is the last piece of their king they have left.

[yuuchama]

Sometime during the VDC training camp, when everyone on team Night Raven is sleeping over at Ramshackle Dorm:

Ramshackle Dorm has no shortage of spare rooms, but their condition is another story. You've managed to get enough of them decently clean. They're not as nice as your room, which has had far more time invested in it and is well lived in, but your groupmates should be able to spend a few days at the dorm without issue and are more than free to tidy up rooms as they please.

Yet on one of the first nights, you hear the door of your room creak open. It's dark and you can't see the intruder, though you know it's not one of the ghosts. The approaching footsteps aren't as heavy as Grim's, even after he's cleared out the entire fridge in one sitting. You're also pretty confident Grim is fast asleep beside you.

"Hello?" You groggily lift your head and call out to the intruder. If it's anything malicious, you hope the ensuing scuffle will cause enough noise to wake everyone else up.

A weight pushes the edge of your mattress down and there's a gentle touch at your shoulder. "Prefect, do you mind if I spend the rest of the night here?"

"Jamil?"

You almost don't recognize him in the dark with his hair down. You feel around for a bedside light. Grim groans in his sleep when it clicks on and turns over, shielding his eyes with tiny arms.

Jamil looks exhausted. "Please, I'd really appreciate if you could let me sleep here tonight."

"Yeah, sure. Of course." Maybe it's the sleep addling your brain or your trust in Jamil. You see no reason to turn down his request and didn't question why he was coming to you instead of Kalim. You nudge Grim over to make room for one more on the bed.

The vice housewarden does his best to fit in the cramped sleeping conditions, assuring "I'll pay you back for this. Thank you."

He's turned towards the wall, back touching your side so that he doesn't fall. You wait to make sure he's fully secure in bed before turning off the light. In the calm that follows, you notice he's almost imperceptibly shaking. Sure, the dorm is cold, but not that cold. Especially with three in one bed.

"Jamil, are you okay?" The longer you spend awake, the more concerning this whole situation feels.

"I'm fine. Goodnight, Prefect." Jamil already has his eyes shut and seems adamant about not discussing things further.

"Okay... Goodnight."

You lay down and silence settles over the room once more. It's really warm between your two friends. Sleep is quick to catch up to you, you find yourself nodding off within minutes of your head touching the pillow.

Before you fully drift off, Jamil turns to face you. His hair drapes over the side of the bed and he places a hand on your pillow, lightly grazing your cheek.

"Thanks again," he whispers. "I feel a lot better with you here. Your room doesn't have bugs on the wall."

[writing-to-survive]

#235

You've befriended a murder of crows. They bring you things they think you need. Small trinkets, coins, bits of food, and a crow even brought back your lost car keys once. Recently, the crows' gifts have been strange. They've been bringing you bullets and small knives.

[brigid-faye]

headcanon that Peter was a brunette until Ron cast sunshine, daisies, butter mellow turn this stupid fat rat yellow

[whump-in-the-closet]

weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability

[escespace]

"but what's wrong?"...ME! I AM WRONG HERE

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is basically Michael in FNAF Sister location,,

[emacrow]

Visitors from another world

Aquaman just went through the Zeta tranport after Batman called on him to come to the Watchtower since Constantine wasn't responding.

He followed batman toward the large glass mirror showing space, J'onn were trying to lure a child size sea angel boy or girl with a mini nasa space shuttle slowly toward the Watchtower, glowing eyes beaming at the toy with his long flowing white hair waving as if under the ocean with electric sparking as his body was nearly transparent with a Y shape on his little chest swaying in space, freshly made star dust being left behind.

"We have no idea where this 'alien' came from, but so far, J'onn isn't getting anything beside the words coming from Voyager Golden Record an-

'I don't believe there isn't just one, Batman.'

Aquaman and Batman turns to J'onn as Silver Ships with glowing green highlights, and the word F on them was far off in the distance of space, and other floating beings leading them, a pharaoh flying holding the actual Voyager Golden Record, and a black haired lady whom body's was covered in constantly growing glowing fruits being take by tiny blob creatures going back to the ship.

The people in the green tint windows of the ships had pointed ears, green, red, blue, and purple eyes.