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moving blogs!

hello, annabelle here! I’m moving blogs, so this will become an archive! you can find me at @rapunzelles to follow the revamped version of my wip, the path it took to find you (feat. a brand new all-asian cast!!).

tagging a few mutuals, and the tpittfy taglist: @herondalelucies @vandorens @shakespeares @birdquils @theforgottencoolkid @thegrievingyoung @wildswrites @patruchilles @inkingfireplace @kimblewrites @ladywithalamp @permissiontobreathe @themillionthdraft @vicisse @thescatteredscribbles @twentytwohearts @vviciously @paperbackk

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moving blogs!

hello, annabelle here! I’m moving blogs, so this will become an archive! you can find me at @rapunzelles to follow the revamped version of my wip, the path it took to find you (feat. a brand new all-asian cast!!).

tagging a few mutuals, and the tpittfy taglist: @herondalelucies @vandorens @shakespeares @birdquils @theforgottencoolkid @thegrievingyoung @wildswrites @patruchilles @inkingfireplace @kimblewrites @ladywithalamp @permissiontobreathe @themillionthdraft @vicisse @thescatteredscribbles @twentytwohearts @vviciously @paperbackk

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moving blogs!

hello, annabelle here! I’m moving blogs, so this will become an archive! you can find me at @rapunzelles to follow the revamped version of my wip, the path it took to find you (feat. a brand new all-asian cast!!).

tagging a few mutuals, and the tpittfy taglist: @herondalelucies @vandorens @shakespeares @birdquils @theforgottencoolkid @thegrievingyoung @wildswrites @patruchilles @inkingfireplace @kimblewrites @ladywithalamp @permissiontobreathe @themillionthdraft @vicisse @thescatteredscribbles @twentytwohearts @vviciously @paperbackk

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moving blogs!

hello, annabelle here! I’m moving blogs, so this will become an archive! you can find me at @rapunzelles to follow the revamped version of my wip, the path it took to find you (feat. a brand new all-asian cast!!).

tagging a few mutuals, and the tpittfy taglist: @herondalelucies @vandorens @shakespeares @birdquils @theforgottencoolkid @thegrievingyoung @wildswrites @patruchilles @inkingfireplace @kimblewrites @ladywithalamp @permissiontobreathe @themillionthdraft @vicisse @thescatteredscribbles @twentytwohearts @vviciously @paperbackk

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moving blogs!

hello, annabelle here! I’m moving blogs, so this will become an archive! you can find me at @rapunzelles to follow the revamped version of my wip, the path it took to find you (feat. a brand new all-asian cast!!).

tagging a few mutuals, and the tpittfy taglist: @herondalelucies @vandorens @shakespeares @birdquils @theforgottencoolkid @thegrievingyoung @wildswrites @patruchilles @inkingfireplace @kimblewrites @ladywithalamp @permissiontobreathe @themillionthdraft @vicisse @thescatteredscribbles @twentytwohearts @vviciously @paperbackk

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pedos are not welcome in the writing community end of sentence. trying to justify it as a plot point or growth or whatever bullshit you pull is not acceptable. it’s disgusting and you deserve to be shamed for even trying to pass it off as something okay even if those characters do not end up together. saying ‘you want this character to be younger so they can be more innocent’ is not cute. justifying it bc of a countries age of consent is NOT OKAY in ANY form. you’re gross and should be shamed for it. calling it ‘censorship of creativity’ is not right because pedophilia is not creativity, it is a serious issue hundreds of people deal with and have to suffer from and it should not be used in a romantic context regardless of who the characters are or what world they’re set in

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apparently stuff went down on writeblr and uhhh I know I’m not that active here anymore and don’t have a significant following, but if you support the two blogs that have been revealed to support p*dos and fetishizing asian culture (and there’s more maybe?) please block me

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“She wasn’t my first kiss but she’s the kiss that mattered, the kiss that made me realize I didn’t want to kiss anyone else. So now my lips belong to her. Just look at them… Her name’s written all over them.”

— Oko Ninjah (via okoninjah)

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“Come home to my heart.”

— Lorde (via quotemadness)

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Poems & Selected Writings; “To You All,” 

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in light of recent things, I’m really wanting to change the races of some of the characters in tpittfy to include more people of color

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Later, he asks her, breathless, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I didn’t,” she murmurs as she traces invisible patterns across his chest, the corners of her lips twisting up in the familiar smile that he so adores. “I just did what felt right.”

— an excerpt from the path it took to find you

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TAGLIST

@sunstarkov @evelynshugo @darlingswendy @kuwei @goldbonne @herondalelucies @infinitemusiczz @inkingfireplace @kimblewrites @ladywithalamp @nefertiti-38 @paperbackk @permissiontobreathe @weasleyvictoire @fflorentine @thegrievingyoung @themillionthdraft @thescatteredscribbles @twentytwohearts @vandorens @vicisse @vviciously @wildswrites @alexsrider @yesperfahey

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                                        TYLER OKEKE

                                            ➴ THE PHOENIX MARK➶

i. birthday: march 28; 17 years old

ii. closed off and reserved, tries to stop himself from caring to reduce heartache but cares a lot for the people he loves. angry because he can’t protect those he loves most, but kindhearted deep inside. no filter with his words; he’s seen everything horrible in the world and decided maybe he is a monster after all.

iii. when he turned sixteen, his parents only told him to hide his mark, and continued to shelter him. on august 17, a fire overtook the white marshes, and tyler’s parents and sister died in the fire. he managed to save his girlfriend, but his powers awoke fighting back the flames and he ended up draining her life. two days later, tyler meets avery in the woods, a girl who might be the only person who can touch him.

iv. THE DESTROYER

EXCERPT

“I’m a coward,” I growl, my eyes narrowing in anger, “I’m a coward and I hurt everyone close to me. So you can take all your thoughts of pity and shove them far away from me because I sure as hell don’t need any of that. I’m a monster, and one day, you’ll regret taking me in.”

“No,” Carrie’s eyes flare with her own intensity. I find myself drawn into the amber color of her eyes. “You are the hope of humanity. Who said the world needed heroes? Maybe what the world needs is a monster to come and cleanse it.”

“I would only sweep the world in darkness.”

Carrie spurs her horse away, tossing a glance over her shoulder. “The sun burns everyone but it is the darkness that soothes and heals us. You will be the people’s savior.”

TAGLIST: @onheil @asoftplxcetoland @rachelelizabethdares @honeywharf @adelaroses @starshots @half-explored @cythereias @rapunzelles @rcvolutions @nefertiti-writes @septemberliterature @t-rexwriting @fflorentine @gracethalia @aquillas @inesnenci @zielenheil @moariin @sleepingastlast @sautrns @dreamybellatrixanvm @scioltezza @gatsbies @neptunely @ahusaka @sourrcandy @pe-ersona @sprigofbasil @leftover-starlight @hazedartisan @indeliblewrites @elywritesbydarkness @kaelie-quill @starsjuno @tragedyshow (send an ask to be added/removed!)

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hey guys! i hit 101 followers on this blog recently (sunday) which is super exciting!!! 

i’m so grateful y’all followed when i know i’m not as active on here as i could be. i just appreciate y’all so much. 

i only have two rules surrounding the participation. the first is that you have to reblog this post; likes will be counted as bookmarks. the second rule is you gotta be following me before you send in an ask.

once you’ve done those things, you can send in as many emojis as you want!

emojis:

🌺: i’ll tell u about one of my oc’s that you want to know more about (just lmk the character’s name or wip title). my wip page is here

🌹: i’ll tell u about one of my wip’s that you want to know more about (just lmk the character’s name or wip title). my wip page is here

🌷: tell me a song that you associate with one of my wips or oc’s

☀️: i have some fandom urls i’m giving away from my main blog; please let me know if you want one (first come first serve. u just gotta ask nicely for it and it’s yours)

🌟: tell me ur name, age, and a short quote and i’ll add you to my lit family page, which you can find here

🌕: i’ll tell u what i think about one of your wip’s and what i like (or you can ask for constructive criticism, whichever one you prefer)

mutuals and writers who inspire me:

@nymphaliidae​; @rapunzelles​; @weasleyvictoire​; @crypticsx​; @sprigofbasil​; @herondalelucies​; @perlada​; @amisdala​; @parrishes​; @dulcua​; @wildswrites​; @apollosvotive​; @calliopaes​; @saturn-satin​; @imintheunderworld​; @pcrphyrias​; @mshelleys​; @priyaele​; @songsofaleria​

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an excerpt from one of my wip’s, a play called Death Flower

SCENE 2

(FLORA continues rambling on, but her voice fades out or is reduced to the point that the audience can’t hear what she says. FLORA takes a deep breath, then says something that causes ADALINE to, without hesitation, open the car door and throw herself out, the tumble easy as she never put on her seatbelt. She is relieved, but obviously has pain.)

ADALINE: (limping, shivering in pain, and mouth a lot of creative swear words before speaking coherently) Oh, god. I can’t do that again. I wonder if Flora’s going to come over here and have some kind of meltdown … I need to get home. (Her phone rings) Hello?

KENNA: (KENNA is on the other side of the stage. Lights fade on to show that she’s draped artfully across a champagne-colored Yarmouth chaise lounge and plucking at grapes in her room.) So, where were you? I thought it was implied that I was giving you a ride home today after school.

ADALINE: No, it was pretty obvious you were going to teach me how to shoot a gun. Not give me a ride home. I don’t think you even know where I live.

KENNA: You’re right. I don’t. I just thought I’d be nice. Are you home now?

ADALINE: Ugh. Don’t say you’re being nice. I just spent ten minutes in the car with Flora Knight. I jumped out of a car to get away from her.

KENNA: What did she do?

ADALINE: She thinks Meredith Raleigh is pregnant or bulimic. But you know Flora. She sees thirty seconds of an interaction and projects this whole story onto it. She’s so annoying. I cut through a street so she can’t find me.

KENNA: You’re not home yet?

ADALINE: No. What do you want, anyway, besides saying you were going to offer to drive me home?

KENNA: I just thought I’d say hi. Tell me when you do get home, okay? I’ll have to head out soon, anyway. (she shouts at someone else in her room. Her voice is more faint) Margaret, I don’t care if you want to go to the park with Kelly! Walk there yourselves or shove a pineapple up your ass while you complain!

ADALINE: Dude. Isn’t Maggie like, seven years old?

KENNA: Yeah. It doesn’t mean that I’m going to be nice to her just because she’s my sister.

ADALINE: You know, that’s why people think you’re kid of awful.

KENNA: No, people think I’m an awful person because I am inherently an awful person. Doesn’t stop them from wanting to be my friend, which is a mistake on everybody else’s part. 

tagging the gang and people who inspire me under the cut

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how to fall in love with him (in eight easy steps)

that first day on a cloud in september. you meet with sneakers sinking into fresh mud and vibrant green grass. your eyes crinkle, you know all the books he’s mentioning by heart. this is the way you learn someone: the words that shape their voices. just think to yourself about how you like the way he sounds. maybe - would you maybe consider keeping him around? his name is imprinted on the pad of your thumb, you don’t need a fingerprint. hold those first conversations tightly, they’re the blueprint for so many more. you spin out into the signs of a good beginning but you’re not looking at him. not yet. you’ll realize, though.

take the time to see him. you spend your breaks in the spaces where it’s not weird to say something. you may not know any players on the nhl but you do know that he knows every name by heart. surprise yourself with how much fun you’re having. when you leave, you manage to miss him only five minutes later. he might not like your music but he gets your melody. on some level, that’s really all you need. ramble about all his silly comments on the way home and scribble them in the margins of your diary when you get back. let his knee brush against yours, by accident or divine interference, you really couldn’t say. all you know is that you like him. you really do.

get used to it. now you’re always feeling like butterflies have taken up permanent residence in your stomach and chest. your dimples hurt, smiles weren’t made to last this long. sit on the subway for hours, drop your shoulders and wonder whether this is what it’s like to be happy. logically, there are loads of reasons for this. but your heart and the rose stained memories in front of you whisper his name. it’s not like they’re entirely wrong. you can’t bend the universe to make you less nervous, you can’t stop the train from pausing between each station, you can’t control a lot of things you wish you could. but you can make him grin, and that’s good enough for you.

confess before you can’t hold it back. get too scared to tell him you care to his face. act all floaty and slip a crumpled note, don’t get surprised when it’s not what he wants. cry and tell yourself you’re over it. swap train cars the next day and make everything go back to normal again. be his friend if nothing else, because you’re over it. go home and stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, doodle a heart with lipstick, think about how you can’t escape this. think about how you can keep it under wraps, but you still care. think about how you almost managed to admit everything out loud.

fall back into your old patterns. the rhythm of your torn up sneakers on the stairs is almost faster than a heartbeat. crash into running your hands through your hair, rolling your eyes at the worst jokes and stifling snorts at the best ones. try not to overcomplicate it. you’ll try to find someone else, that’s what the right thing is to do. everyone tells you that he’s missing out, but you watch his eyes light up like a wildfire and think that you might be. you can sit and talk and laugh. that part is easy, that’s what you’ve always been doing. the hard part is that the status quo has become being completely gone for him.

miss him when he’s sitting next to you. sometimes moments become so perfect you know that remembering is going to sting. walk down the hallways and share candy at lunch, watch as he’s the only one who appreciates it. you crush peaches in your palms and it occurs to you that four years is so short. but after everything that happened in six months, it feels like an eternity. lean closer to read the headline and look at him. really, look. (later your friend in the navy sweater will tell you that you look at him like he’s the only one who matters.) your eyes go wide and excited. he makes fun of you on the walk home. you protest but secretly it doesn’t matter, because you still feel safe with him.

realize there’s no one else. claim you want to fall in love and reject everyone that crosses your path. you can trick everyone but yourself into believing that it’s because you don’t know them. because you’re hedging your bets on a chance encounter that bleeds into something more. really, you know that the lopsided grin of a boy you met last september is the only one you want to keep seeing. no, he doesn’t feel the same way right now. but you can’t picture yourself with anyone else. exhale sharply and look up at the people who have seen you down this road before. crack your mouth open and mutter: it doesn’t matter, because they’re not him. honesty is the best policy. you’ve met your match.

wait for it. you might never find someone you care about like this again. and it should scare you, but it really doesn’t. for now, you replay a thousand memories like the highlight reel of your everyday. not everything has to be a bad dance under overpriced neon lights. sometimes we can learn to find the best sorts of magic in the ordinary. you see him and you tilt your head forward - happy - so happy it hurts to breathe sometimes. and you know now, you really know, on an early evening in march. that’s how you fell for him.

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I am 25 and I have never been in love. That’s one of those facts that makes me Sit and stew and sigh like a dog on One of his off days.

I am 25 and I have never been in love. But I once drove twenty minutes to a Bakery to get my friend a cake for her 16th birthday with the face of her Favorite band on it. And she told me That was her favorite thing she’s ever Gotten and we watched fireworks all night.

I am 25 and I have never been in love. But I have held someone after a breakup As they cried and cried and cried, And gave them my favorite jam and tea And told them that if love is an anchor That means it is also a boat. You will find Your way to harbor again.

I am 25 and I have never been in love. But I have raised terrified kittens in my Bedroom. You let them sniff you first, You always let them sniff you, you put Out food, you don’t give chase. You wait. And one day they come to you. And sit on your lap and purr like A motor terraforming Mars itself.

I am 25 and I have never been in love. But I have picked myself up after all My worst days and given myself soup When I’m so sick I can’t stand And given myself cakes on the days I feel Like dead ashes and tape that’s lost its stickiness. I have licked my own wounds and healed my own Bruises, I have called myself beautiful Even when I don’t feel it.

I am 25 and I have never been in love. But maybe I have.