#love letters in code

[word-woven]

“The Spaces Between the Pixels”

Poem about passed LDR~

I don’t miss the us that kissed through screens— not really. Not the typed hearts, the emojis with shy meanings, not the late-night declarations bathed in blue light from places neither of us could touch.

No. It’s stranger than that. Softer.

I miss the way time used to bend for us, how four a.m. didn’t feel lonely if your name was blinking at the top of my screen. How silence between messages felt like a held breath— never heavy, just waiting.

I miss the moments where the world was narrowed to one glowing box, and your laughter made it feel like maybe the distance didn’t matter. When I said something dumb, and you typed "omg" but I could hear your grin. When the lag in the call couldn’t quite hide how we talked over each other, both rushing to tell a story— both giving in and laughing because it happened again.

I miss the stupid things, like sharing songs and pretending they were just cool tracks— not confessionals in melody. Or sending memes we’d seen three times just for an excuse to talk again.

I don’t miss your hand in mine. I never had that. What I had was the knowing— that somewhere, someone understood the pause before my jokes, the shape of my silence, the strange language of my moods when I couldn’t even name them myself.

You still message me. We still talk. I still care. But I miss what we were when it was all we had— when your name lighting up my phone meant the day was about to get better.

Now we send updates. We check in. It’s kind. It’s warm. But it’s not that same breathless, bursting feeling— that secret companionship held in invisible threads across a continent.

You were a constellation I memorized through glass. Now you’re just a star I wave at across the sky. Still bright. Still dear. But no longer mine to map from dusk to dawn.

And I don’t want that back. I don’t want us back. But sometimes, when I can’t sleep— I miss the light between the pixels.

[sunsburns]

clark kent, who just loves to stare at you (18+)

he just thinks you’re so pretty. a view worth risking everything for.

and you think he’s pretty too—especially like this. his lashes flutter, eyes lidded but never closing, even as they well up, clouded with heat and desperation. his brows knit together, a deep crease forming between them, like he’s struggling to make sense of the pleasure, to keep himself tethered when all he really wants is to fall apart for you. his lips part on soft, shuddering moans, the kind he doesn’t bother holding back, doesn’t want to—he wants you to hear him, to know exactly what you’re doing to him.

his fingers thread into your hair, holding you there, tugging just a little whenever you take him deeper. you can feel the tension in his grip, the barely-there restraint as he fights the urge to pull you down, to chase the wet heat of your mouth. and then—

he whimpers.

a grown man, six-foot-whatever, broad and powerful in every sense of the word, whimpers at the sight of you gagging around his cock. and fuck, it makes something in you tighten, makes heat pool low in your stomach. you let him slip from your mouth, just enough to catch your breath, and watch how his eyes go wide, unfocused, his chest rising and falling like he’s forgetting how to breathe. you press a kiss to the flushed, sensitive tip, slow and deliberate, and he shudders—actually shudders—his grip tightening in your hair.

your lips trail down, tracing every thick vein along his length, your tongue flicking out to taste him before you work your way back up. never breaking eye contact. never letting him look away.

shit, you’re so pretty like this. he doesn’t want to look away.

and you don’t want him to, either. but you do love those fleeting moments when the pleasure overtakes him—when his head tips back suddenly, baring the length of his neck and throat, every muscle tensing under his flushed skin. you see the mess of bruises you’d left there, dark and blooming against his fair complexion. his jaw clenches, stomach going tight as his hips jerk forward, uncontrolled, needy.

yeah, you love to see him like that. that split-second loss of control before he drags his head back down again, like he physically can’t stand not looking at you.

there’s a tear slipping down his cheek now, his glasses fogged and slipping down his nose. his bottom lip trembles, wet and kiss-swollen, and then he’s muttering your name, voice thick with devotion and wrecked with pleasure. soft, sweet nothings spill from his mouth, each one punctuated by a moan, a whimper, a stuttered plea—

and then, breathless, ruined, he warns you he’s close.

[humbuns]

For pride requests, like, Shu has something going on. Something dysphoria, maybe ace too but maybe he moves past repulsion once he figures out the gender thing, I don't know, what's your read?

oh i 100% agree, i have always seen shu being a little uncomfortable with their existence because it reminds them that they are a little too human (in his heart and in his mind) so it will probably take them a while to realize anything in some form without layers and layers of deflections but they're getting there (this is the sole reason why i like to see shu as a gem slowly being polished, they were always brilliant but it takes time to see it and accept it yourself)

[nenoname]

Details in Stan's letter that still haunt me

(how long will I continue thinking about a two page letter that's technically not even that long because Stan's handwriting is fricking large? .....you don't need to worry about that.)

The bro code only shows up in the Lost Journal pages, and to me Stan's message feels like it purposely echoes Ford's "miss you" in the college photo (and for some reason the message doesn't appear in the website version of the photo?) ....or alternatively Stan simply noticed how distressed Ford was about this entire thing and wanted to support him in a way so he can be sappy but without the kids knowing, or both!

Stan's claim about the Oregon lottery contradicts what the Lost Legends website said about Tate McGucket's ability to predict the winning numbers!! ...but also breaking into the Lottery HQ is definitely a very Stan thing to do and it's not the first time small gags have been retconned

Despite spending most of his letter nonchalantly destroying him, the taunt about ripping a dollar bill in half is the only part where Stan is directly responding to Bill. Maybe it's the two of them having similar ways of thinking but it's rather specific considering Bill taunts the reader about it...

And after Bill spends an entire book calling Ford Sixer despite normally using a pretty wide range of nicknames for him, Stan then spends his letter mainly referring to Ford as Sixer, even though post-Weirdmageddon he tends to use a mix of nicknames. And it's not like he'd gotten to see Bill himself for long, let alone see him steal that childhood nickname (that is only used twice in the actual show btw!). Did Ford tell him what happened or...?

With all this and the website's "still on your mind" message, what I'm getting at is my tinfoil hat theory of Stan somehow seeing some of the pages the irl readers saw, even when it should be personalised to the specific reader, and he's been lying about it for some reason. Considering that the book flat out doesn't make an attempt at convincing Soos, I find it a stretch that whatever Bill was telling Stan via the book was an attempt to convince him either.

Wouldn't be the first time Stan's skimmed through a book and lied about what it meant to him.

(...Now I kinda wanna see a story about the family reading their versions of the book and making fun of it while Stan is improvising every single one of his pages and blatantly ignoring Bill's attempts to mock and taunt him)

But also I'm fascinated by the letters that only showed up on the website (aka the Soos+Wendy+McGucket+Pacifica ones). I'm assuming that Mabel had stuck them on after Stan's letter... but they were basically eaten by the book itself because seeing Stan's letter kick-started Bill's breakdown which takes up the rest of the book

[cluepoke]

Your Average, Normal Protagonists

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

Letter to God // Jean Moreau

recently picked up digital art and Jean hasn’t left my mind since TGR came out

[itwillbeourswansong]

Adar, Lord Father of the Uruk

Rings of Power, S2

🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️🔸️

I can't say I'd run when things get hard

It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart

But I've had to let it break a little more

'Cause they say that's what it's for

That's how the light shines in

That's how the light shines in

That's how the light gets in...

Kintsugi by Lana Del Rey

[luffysprincess]

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰 💋

[bloodwrittenletters]

THE WAY LOVE WORKS

pairing . . . michael townsend x fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . guilty as a sin! taylor swift

the letter reads . . . it's a thrill finding out the person you're head over heels is also as deep as you are!

warnings . . . mention of abusive home and injuries, spoiler-ish.

a/n . . . i got a 100 on my world geography test... LIFE IS GOOD‼️‼️ i kinda did michael's past in my own way because he's #underrated and we don't have much of actual backstory for him so yippe! anyway, this was so cutsie to make because I mushed up two of my favorite things, percabeth + michael townsend, SO YAY!!!!! any who, anyhow, had to change the warnings for a hot second as i was writing, but tomato potato!! i hope y'all enjoy this 😽 and now i will move on to passing out into my new bedsheets (THEY'RE SO CUTE, THEY HAVE TINY BUTTERFLIES AND FLOWERS) if somebody needs me, check with @reidsglasscs first because she's the only person i will wake up from my precious sleep for (that's my bff everyone!!)

@minorlyatfault this one is for the best and coolest cherry lady of tumblr (and again, deepest apologies) who gave me the trope and the idea!!!

you had known michael since the age of twelve.

it was strange in some way, but being michael's best friend was something that you hold on to with both of your hands and all of your strength.

you and michael met in one of the many boarding he attended, one where you found a boy with sad puppy eyes at the back of the school and put Barbie bandaids on the scratches you found in his arms, unknowingly turning yourself as his safe place. his comfort. the heart that wasn't broken by his father, his little sunshine.

it was a great coincidence that the you two ended up in the natural's program. one michael couldn't stop thanking enough because he couldn't have survived without you.

you were the one michael would drag himself to when feeling like he was getting lost between the old bruises of his past and the sarcastic comments he was used to saying.

it was you and your best fried against the world; a pair of hearts that got tangled in each other's heart strings and didn't realize how deeply in love they were 'till the age of 17.

at least... that had been your case. one day, just coming into a short step to realize how long your heart had been aching for michael, how deeply you wished he could soothe you, in a way best friends don't usually do.

a way that involves mouths meeting in a kiss.

michael, on the other hand, had been helplessly in love with you a couple of months after meeting you.

it was the most simple thing in the world.

the hard part was waiting the next five years until you finally realized. he waited. and waited. and kept waiting.

even when it ate him on the inside, michael kept his mouth shut. he did so when he saw love damp your features and gentleness fill your eyes every time you looked at him.

michael saw it every time you wanted to kiss him.

and acting like every single emotion he could pick up from you wasn't the most important thing for him— well, it absolutely sucked!

but he had no plans on telling you the teeny tiny fact that you were in love with him. that was something he would allow you to figure it out... maybe with some help.

'help' as in the most sweetest of touches, as in soft nothings murmured to your ears, as in lingering looks on your lips and soft touches that burned your skin.

he could have a little more shame. but he didn't. michael wanted you, and he wasn't scared of showing it, even when it made your poor and confused mind go crazy over actions that crossed the line between platonic and romantic.

'y'know that you're my only one, right?' was one of the many things he had said to you that kept you up at night. tossing from one side to the other as you asked yourself if it truly did mean something or if it was your brain setting you up.

it was like your brain had suffered an explosion, and all you had left was to wonder how you were so blind to not realize.

there wasn't even a way to hide it!

because even if michael wasn't an emotion reader; he would know because he knew you.

so your dumbed mind crafted a plan that was set to fail: ignoring your best friend until you could take all of your feelings back.

and he noticed. he picked the fact up, and as in love as he was, it didn't stop him from being offended.

"seriously," michael groaned, locking your bedroom door after sneaking in. "for someone so full of brain juice, you take the most stupid decisions."

"what are you doing here?" your words fly out of your lips before you can stop them, apparently in the mood to prove his words right.

"oh, y'know, just coming here to snap you out of it."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"you're too smart to be stupid," michael hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist just as you were trying to get him to leave.

the heat of his palm was the warning.

"i always knew you would eventually realized, ya know? known each other since forever, i trust you like a blind man, you always come to me no matter what happens."

he trailed off, completely knowing that the actions he was doing as he spoke were messing you up.

good. he didn't care. he was too busy smoothing you close against his chest, having one arm wrapped security around you and the other holding your jaw steady, not letting you look away.

"so," michael hissed. "you wanna spill the beans and tell me why you've been ignoring me, pretty girl?"

he knew.

but you didn't know that he knew.

"hmm?" he caressed your jawline with his thumb, sometimes squeezing your face, his frown easing by the minute.

"you're my best friend," you started, already blushing by the lack of personal space you had.

"i know that."

"i shouldn't feel this way."

bingo.

"what way?"

your teeth scrapped your bottom lip, wanting to take what you just said so, so badly.

"no, no, don't do that," michael scowled. "you'll hurt yourself, let go."

you did let go. but only to allow all your feelings to spill.

"i'm sorry, i've been ignoring you, you're right. and i'm so, so sorry. i just can't take it! your face is too pretty and i forget how to breathe when i'm around and it took me five years to realize how much i love you!"

michael smirked. "ouch, darlin', i thought that you already loved me."

you blinked. "no! i mean i love you."

"yeah, okay, i heard ya. i love you, too. you're my best friend!"

that was a low blow, one that made your guts twist, one that made your cheeks burn hotter, and one that had your heart breaking internally.

"i, uh, yeah, sure. okay." you murmured.

michael's grin widened, his thumb trailing up to caress your cheek. "what's the frown for?"

"i'm not frowning."

"yes, you are, you little liar," he mocked. "you're burning up," his thumb tapped your left cheek, "your eyes are glassy, you're biting your lip again and," he rubbed his thumb in your forehead, more specifically, in your frown. "you're frowning."

you couldn't stop the scoff from leaving your lips.

"and you wanna know what this points to? you're in love with me! here's the kicker: i'm in love with you, too."

there could be many reasonable reactions to that. like yelling at him for freaking you out. but the urge to have his mouth against yours was bigger.

michael didn't complain when you dragged his face by the hair to your mouth, he didn't complain when your lips smashed against his in a desperate kiss.

actually, he was happy to please.

sweet lips pressing quickly against yours, giving you an inch of breath before pressing back again, stumbling back a few steps as your hands tangled in his hair and one of his went to grab you by the nape of your neck.

"god, finally," michael hissed against your lips, his voice thick, and a big smile as he continued to kiss you. "it was such a pain waiting for you! don't ever do that again."

his mouth worked quickly against yours, desperate to be close to you, wanting to take back all the years lost where the two of you pretended there was just friendship here.

"you're so beautiful," he coed, trailing kisses down to your cheeks and then your jawline.

you took a deep breath. "s-so, we like each other?"

"that's not the word we used," he teased, the smile evident in his tone.

it seemed like he wanted to laugh, and only didn't because he was too busy kissing you.

"but do we?"

"yes, pretty girl, we do," michael mumbled close to your lips before kissing you again.

you could die happily there. in his arms, his mouth on yours, your hands in his hair.

"after this," michael pecked your lips. "we will talk about how obvious you were about me."

"what?"

"oh! yeah, i've known for years," michael kissed you again. "we will also be talking about how much you owe me for having me so stupidly in love with you without even realizing."

"but, michael—"

"even sloane knew!" he kept complaining, stealing kisses from your lips.

and you let him keeping complaining, as long as he kept his words filled with kisses and teasing looks that were too soft.

"but," kiss, kiss, kiss! "i love you, okay? even if you're a little slow when making business with cupid."

[linnielemon]

wakaba shinohara — moodboard (v.1)

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ “When I was a little girl, my mama told me, “You’re the princess of the Onion Kingdom!” and I actually believed her.” — WAKABA SHINOHARA

if you see the parallels between her and saionji’s situation and giselle (the ballet on here) we need to be friends RIGHT NOW (like dm me/send an ask/leave a comment, I’m so serious ) + read the tags!! I’m also still accepting moodboard requests, either for a different character from Utena or a preferably a fandom in my bio, or for another version of a character I’ve already done if you have a specific vision!

[hibbiejeebies]

Silco and love letters 💌

Imagine the eye of zaun writing the most sappy poethic softest most loving love letter to you full of passion all his feelings scattered on a piece of paper 💭 I would keep them all 🌹🤍

[starboishifting]

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩|| a love letter to every s/o pt II

[fairytypingg]

the day ppl stop using "narcissist" as a synonym for "bad person" is the day i can rest in peace

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi, I wonder how are you creating your wip? Do you write it in google docs and then code it in Twine? I'm starting making my own and I'm looking for some technical tips

Hi! Thanks so much for the ask! It's always good to see new authors starting their own IFs. This might be a bit long so I'll put everything under a read more for those of you who aren't interested.

For me personally, I write in LibreOffice, which is a free alternative to Microsoft Office/Word. But, you can definitely use Google Docs or whatever other writing program you prefer!

As for coding, you can just code in Twine, but I like to code some as I write so I don't forget when to set certain variables. If you don't want to code anything in your draft, then I'd recommend at least leaving yourself reminders at places you'd like to add variables or when you want to have skill checks or anything else of the sort.

I should mention that a lot of people dislike coding in Twine, the code isn't set apart from the text visually and can be confusing for some, so if that's the case for you, I'd recommend checking out something like Notepad++ for coding and then copy and pasting everything into Twine once you're done.

If you do use Notepad++, and you're also using SugarCube, I'd highly recommend downloading and using this to add SugarCube as a custom language to the program so your code is easier to read. (You'll be able to select it as the coding language in Notepad++ after downloading and following the directions, though you may need to exit and restart the program before it shows up in the language list).

Some other great resources I use: The Twine Cookbook (of course), SugarCube Documentation or Harlowe (if you prefer), some templates (including the one I use!) [1] [2] [3], and w3schools tutorials for basics in CSS and JavaScript (assuming you don't know how to code in them already, if you do, that's great!)

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! I'm no coding expert but I have taken a few classes on Web Dev stuff in college so I know a thing or two.

Best of luck to you on your project anon!😊

[imminent-danger-came]

My best friend's favorite number is nine. It's because there isn't a number that's higher. 9. 99. 999. 9999. If everything gets high enough, You become invincible. Nothing can hurt you anymore. Nothing can hurt anyone anymore. But isn't it scary, to think there's a highest number? That, if you made 99 good memories, you couldn't hold anymore. So I don't like to keep count of the flowers we pick, or the times that they laugh, or how many scary faces they make. I just hope we'll be friends for 999 more year.

I'll be thinking about this one for a while

[the-mirror-of-marianne-sheridan]

Keys from Free Guy is just the ideal man actually