#writer@work

[rubyastari]

Do You Have Any Idea Just How Beautiful You Are To Me?

Let me remember this moment. I know I may not experience this every day. For as long as we both shall live, I still wish for more.

Still, I’m realistic. I don’t want to be pushy. I don’t want to scare you off or anything like that.

I’ve almost given up on you. The last few times we met (before the Covid-19 pandemic), I’d thought that was it: you were unreachable.

Poetry brought us together in 2018. I was heartbroken at that time and so were you. Typical. Someone you loved back then had chosen to marry another man.

We chatted right after that poetry event and told each other’s Instagram accounts. Then we went our separate ways. You live in the West while I am in the South.

I had to be extra careful with you – and our interaction too. I’d learned my past lessons. I didn’t want to make it too obvious. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. Honestly, I still don’t.

I had to give up my dreams about you when we met face-to-face the next time after that night. It was the same poetry event as the last time. I, as usual, showed up alone. I’ve mostly been the typical Ms. Independent.

That night, you showed up with her. You seemed radiant with joy – and so did she. After you recited your love poem (you’d sounded so positive), you announced to every one present just how much you loved her. I could see her blush despite her polite smile.

So you had moved on. Good for you.

I congratulated you after that, before hiding myself inside the cafe – right there in the corner ... just to cry. I am so sorry. I really was happy for you that night.

I was just sad for myself that night.

I think we’d still run into each other at some other poetry events after that night. We chatted like we usually did, with our normal friendliness. I mean, we are sort of friends, aren’t we? Even when you still seem very distant, secretive.

Even when I’m still way too afraid to be completely honest with my feelings for you ...

Should I be, though? Even if I were okay with you rejecting me, could we still be friends? Would you turn away, as if I were the most hideous creature on earth you may have ever seen?

As usual, I tried not to think about that. Was it even worth the trouble?

-***-

Then, the Covid-19 pandemic happened.

We didn’t get to talk much for a while. We could barely meet up. I only said hi to you once in a while through social media. You know, the usual. I mostly just commented on the stray cats you’d encountered. (You love cats too! Yay!!)

-***-

Okay, so let’s go back to that more current night, during Poetry Night. (Yup, that’s literally the translation of that poetry event’s name.) I didn’t think you’d show up.

When you told me you would, I was ecstatic. I didn’t care what time you’d arrive there, as long as you’d show up as promised. I wanted to see you for real, not just on social media.

I’d secretly missed you ...

I hadn’t seen you after my performance on stage that night. Somehow, I worried that you might have missed it – or worse, changed your mind about coming at all.

On Instagram DM, I told you that I’d just been on stage. You sent a distant photo of me on stage with a short reply: “I know.”

Oh. My. God.

From the angle of the photo you’d taken of me, I managed to locate your whereabouts. You were sitting amongst the crowd, wearing a baseball cap, glasses, a jacket over your shirt, jeans, and trainers. Your dark, wavy hair was cut short. You were grinning when you saw me.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed. You got up from your seat and we shook hands vigorously. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were already here?”

“Why should I?” You smiled and slightly winked at me. I giggled. Okay, why was I acting like a teenager all of a sudden?

Then you invited me to sit with you. That was how the rest of that Saturday night went on, with us sitting together and talking. Us enjoying other poetic performances on stage.

Us, giggling at each other’s jokes ...

I even encouraged you to read one of your poems again on-stage – impromptu. I didn’t even care that you read the same sad poem you had, back when your ex left you for another man.

No, I wasn’t jealous of her. I was still sad for you, though. How was the other girl you’d brought to the event the last time? Are you guys still together? I’m afraid to ask. I know it’s none of my damn business.

It was obvious that – even after all this time – you still love the girl who had left you. I get that. Not every one can heal as fast as people expect them to.

Still, do you have any idea just how beautiful you are to me? I guess that’s why I still haven’t had the guts to tell you exactly how I really feel about you.

The truth is, I still don’t know. I’m not sure myself, and I’m sorry for that. I just know that I love seeing you smile and laugh. You’re not afraid to reveal your vulnerability. That makes me wish that – if it would never be me – somebody else will be lucky enough just to be with you.

Meanwhile, I’m still a coward. I’m still hiding my feelings, for fear that I may never have you this close again ...

Perhaps I am almost in love ...

R.

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[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[deadlypoetacademia]

[paradoxicalpaldeann]

hello writers.

[bloodybellycomb]

One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

[itsscaredycat]

and they lived happily ever after 🥲🙏

[rs-hawk]

You get a pet tentacle as a "gag gift" for your birthday. You have no idea why your friends thought the little mass with a tentacle would make you laugh, but it didn't. Of course though, you don't want to be mean to it, so you take it home, trying to make it comfortable. You don't understand that by taking it home, now it thinks you've chosen it as your mate.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

Your pet is more than happy to comply, stuffing a thick tentacle into your eager hole. A moan escapes from your lips, your eyes half lidded from pleasure. It thrusts in and out of you, slowly depositing eggs directly into your womb. It doesn't even matter to you as you feel the weight in your body. You just need the tentacles to keep pleasuring and fucking you.

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[guzhufuren]

Support and uplift chinese queer creators and their fight. There is hope for an even better tomorrow.

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[mangomantises]

like it's the first time

i actually can't get over this show no matter how hard i try

[mwagneto]

i genuinely dont care if the creation of all media comes to a screeching halt btw i will very gladly live with no new movies no new tv shows no new anything for years if that's what it takes for the people who create them to be treated like human beings. i hope every other facet of the entertainment industry goes on strike too and i hope all the ones that havent unionised yet will. i want media creation to become completely impossible and i want the people who could make it possible again to hold out until they get every single thing they want. btw

[crsssie]

down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

[rubyastari]

How I’m Spending The End of 2023 ...

I’m not sure how I’ve been feeling lately. It’s the end-of-the-year holiday again. I don’t feel like celebrating anything.

I even canceled going to Yogyakarta for my office outing. Why? I’m exhausted. I even preferred doing another cat-sitting gig with my best friend’s cat. Yes, that adorable, fat calico named Nora.

I’m spending more time at home with my family now. I’m kind of broke myself. The traffic must be terrible now.

No worries. I’ve got plenty of books to read. I usually don’t have much time to finish them when I’m at work. Right now, I’m finishing Ruth L. Ozeki’s “My Year of Meats”. It has been an interesting read so far.

Of course, I’ll also be doing more writing. There are freelance gigs and writing competitions. There are projects I’d also like to take part in. I love writing so much. I know I’ve already mentioned that way too many times.

My mind is still all over the place now. I don’t know. My heart’s been broken a lot lately by this ongoing genocide in Palestine.

God, when will You stop them? I can’t take this anymore.

R.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Imagine actually being so evil that you'd rather make sure your writers suffer financially instead of just paying them the pay they deserve. Hell truly has some seats reserved already, holy shit.