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[chaoticcandle]

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

[chaoticcandle]

Writerblr I need your help 😭

I've just been put in charge of this writing club, we need 4 members to have a club. We have 4. My friends who write but don't want join the club says it's too boring. The set up used last year was:

Writing prompt

Share what we wrote for the writing prompt

Lecture type thing on an aspect of writing

Talk about our WIPs

The ideas I have so far are optional contests (they will have gift cards as prizes) and putting up posters to get the word out about it.

If you have any ideas that could help me, please please please share them.

[chaoticcandle]

How can someone behind a screen

Mean more than all the rest

Every time I talk out there

It feels just like a test

But talking online to the ones who care

Is so much easier than with them

I think without the ones here

My world would descend into mayhem

[chaoticcandle]

Ricochetted

The pain,

Oh god, the pain

It ricochetted though me like a rubber band,

and hit like a brick.

My head throbbed,

And so did my soul

My vision was tinted red,

Not from anger,

From blood.

The room felt suffocating,

And so did my mind.

I couldn't breath,

The hands around my throat made it impossible,

They squeezed so hard,

The ocean itself leaked from my eyes.

The ocean didn't stop,

And started to fill the white expanse of tile.

It reached my knees and caused me to stumble,

Then my waist, which made it impossible to walk.

Up to my neck,

And the pressure made my body weak

My vision started to fade as it closed over my mouth,

The salt water stung arms and legs,

When it reaches my eyes,

With a final thought.

I realized,

No one cared enough to save me.

@rheas-chaos-motivation

[chaoticcandle]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[chaoticcandle]

Ty for tagging me pookie

(drum roll)

tag game ⭐️

thank you @hellojuiceboxbaby for the tag!!

rules: list your top 5 albums from your top 5 artists and let people vote which one matches your vibe

np tags: @m0ngrxl @fandom-trash-goblin @faggylittleleatherboy @saturnsconstellation @sapphos-queer-kid + anyone else who’d like to!!

[chaoticcandle]

Dont youuuu forget about meee

(I just rewatched the breakfast club for the thousandth time)

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[chaoticcandle]

Chapter 1

I'm sitting in the cold stone steps out front. My brother in his room on his tablet, and our dad is half asleep in the living room watching some shitty action movie. I had just gotten screamed at, I don't remember why. The sky is dense with clouds, just like my mind.

___________

I see an ant

Its crawls from a lower step up to mine

I wonder how it can move so confidently towards me, unsure if I may kill it with a twitch of my foot.

It doesn't heasite in it's journey,

It steps on my right shoe

Loops around my laces,

Dances up my leg,

And pauses at my scarred knee, almost as if it's judging me.

Its so small compared to me,

But so am I in perspective.

A human is so much like an ant

It crawls more forward towards me as if it can hear my thoughts

As if it can understand me

That'd be a first

I think about the earth whirling at top speed,

It holds the ant down too,

Same thing to my house,

Same thing to the boulders on the ground,

and to the skyscrapers in the big city.

Same thing to the great pyramids in egypt,

Same thing to the rushing falls in canada

and the same to the moon.

The sun does the same thing to the earth

holding it down and spinning it around with it's irresistible pull.

Compared to the sun,

A human like me is insignificant,

Just like the ant here on earth.

Its starts to rain,

I don't notice at first

Too lost in thoughts

I don't notice,

until a drop hits the same leg the ant is on.

The ant struggles against it,

The rain starts to get more and more violent,

It pellets down my face

Water gets into my eyes

My hair gets waterlogged and soggy

It makes my socks wet and coarse

and my shirt to to my spine.

A loud bang of thunder echoes through the air and makes the ground quake.

Lighting strikes across the sky,

the darkness of the rain recedes for brief moments.

I don't dare move my hand from where it was held carefully over the ant,

Even when the cold rain beats so hard against my skin it burns.

I hope thesnt can fight hard enough against the droplet, so that it may live.

I wait for it to stop, for some relief.

_____________

 

It seems like it take hours for the summer rain to stop

but really it's only minutes.

I move my hand up from my knee still blocking the rain

My eyes focus in on the ant

 

It's wasn't moving

 

I realize what happened

I gently roll the ant onto a leaf

I stand and my feet grind against the cracked stone

and walk towards the rotting deck

I creep the old creaky wooden steps to the back yard

The leaf shakes when I walk,

but not from my steps,

the wind,

or cause' I'm cold.

I place the leaf next to the wildflowers that grow up the wall

There the prettiest ones

I hope the ant would like it.

Hi! I wrote this fairly recently, it is another expert from my book. I hope you enjoy! Have a good day/night!

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@rheas-chaos-motivation

[chaoticcandle]

I can't Breathe.

My hands are shaking,

Tears are crashing down my face

My eyes are red.

Inside my mind is chaos.

Racing. Running. Screaming

With things and thoughts,

That I told myself I’d ignore, forget, move on from.

The yelling,

The sound of her voice,

The look on their faces,

‘What are 5 things you can see’

The dirty floor.

The sink through the crack in the door.

The writing on the stall.

My hair in front of my eyes.

The shoes of the person in the next stall over.

‘Four things that you can feel’

My jacket in my hands.

The wall against my back.

The wetness of my face.

The tight laces of my shoes.

‘Three things you can hear’

The running of one of the sinks.

The chatter or voices.

The sound of the bell.

‘Two things you can smell’

A strong perfume.

Pollen from the open window.

‘One thing you can taste’

The blood from the cut in my mouth.

I can start to breathe.

The air is heaven on my lungs.

My eyes are still red.

Tears have crashed down my face.

My hands are still shaking

But at least I can Breathe.

@rheas-chaos-motivation

Hi! I wrote this poem a long time ago but I decided to post it. It is an expert from my actual book! This is experience inspired. I hope you have a good day!

[chaoticcandle]

Purple Eyeshadow

_________________

Shimmering shades on bruised lids,

Bright colors on cut lips,

Liquid skin covers the touch of death under my eyes,

Dabs of pink cover the hollows on my cheeks,

The stars themselves to hide my crooked nose,

and led to hide my busted brow,

All to look perfect,

For him.

@rheas-chaos-motivation

(shimmering shades=purple eyeshadow)

(bright colors=lipstick)

(liquid skin=foundation)

(dabs of pink=blush)

(the stars themselves=highlighter)

(led=eye brow pencil)

Hi! I wrote this poem in like 4 minutes so forgive me if there are any spelling errors. This just kinda flew outta me so I wanted to post it. Criticism wanted and welcome. Have a good day/night!

[chaoticcandle]

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

[chaoticcandle]

answer me fiend 🫵

rawr

I answered you.

Yes I know you sent this two days ago.

eeeeeeeeee

@rheas-chaos-motivation

[chaoticcandle]

I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

[chaoticcandle]

traumatized gay teenager experiences life

Writers, tell me about your story in the dumbest way possible

I’ll go first:

Superhero princesses save the world with the help of that one straight white guy who’s just happy to be here, couldn’t have done it without the fortune of a white woman defying all the odds by deciding against a gender reveal party

[chaoticcandle]

reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

[chaoticcandle]

reblog if you're completely okay with me asking stuff about your wip in your inbox! <3

[chaoticcandle]

mine:

1. My Mc hates being outside

2. My Mc Is 18

3. My book is poetry style

@your-writing-motivation

Two truths and a lie but its for your WIP (doesn't have to be a character)

Okay so I saw a bunch of people do this and I was inspired (jazz hands). Tag people you want to guess yours 💗

For my MC Sophia

She carries band aids everywhere

She doesn't use contractions when speaking

She has spent a night in an abandoned building

@seekmemystar; @chaoticcandle; my greatest foe @prettiest-boy-around