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How do we know which part of the love story we're in?

Are we in the really difficult part before we get our shit together and it's about to get really fucking good?

Or is our story the one that kicks off my book of falling in love with myself and finding peace or someone else? Is this the story that leads to my story, alone?

If it's the first...how many more chapters until we get to the part where it all makes sense and neither one of us knows how we ever lived for a second without the other?

If it's the second...God, can you just rip my heart out now so we can get on with it?

Memory Musings

Her heart stilled as she thought of him.

The shine in his chestnut eyes as he laughed at something she said.

Running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of the right words to say.

He was frozen in her memory, forever a twenty-something man with a smile that stopped her in her tracks, and always had.

She wondered if he still thought of her.

If it made him ache to imagine her still singing along to that song.

If it made him feel just as sad to know that memories of each other will fade as they both get older; that jokes shared in the back of a car, late night text chats, and whispered secrets would soon become distant fever dreams of a life that could be.

trans women, i love you.

you were a woman yesterday. you're a woman today. you're a woman tomorrow. you're a woman forever.

trans women have existed long before those stuffy bigots sitting in a court room have. trans women will continue to exist long after they're dead and rotting in the earth.

Auror Malfoy ffs is my Roman Empire I swear

All the time. It's a growing problem. It's almost like I think if my eyes skip over quickly, it won't matter, my brain will somehow still absorb it (Plot twist - it doesn't, and I need to start the paragraph, or, indeed, the page, over).

“One word after another. That’s the only way that novels get written.” — Neil Gaiman

body language descriptions please?

(eg: she cocked her head)

thank you 💗💗💗

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Anxiety/Nervousness

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging nervously at the fabric as she struggled to find the right words.

They bit their lower lip.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, a clear indication of his guilt.

She absentmindedly rubbed her neck.

He chewed his nails, a nervous habit that he couldn't seem to quit.

They rubbed their hands together nervously.

He tightened his jaw.

She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow, betraying her calm facade as her heart raced.

Frustration/Impatience

Their fists clenched at their sides.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for her to finish.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture full of exasperation as he dismissed her words.

She let out a heavy sigh, the sound heavy with resignation as she faced the inevitable.

He threw his hands up in defeat.

Curiosity

He leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she questioned his intentions.

She tilted her head slightly.

He watched intently, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every detail of her story.

Confidence/Assertiveness

He stood tall with his shoulders back, projecting confidence even in the face of uncertainty.

They sat on the edge of their seat.

She gestured wildly, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to express her excitement.

He stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an air of authority and control over the situation.

They held their chin up high, projecting self-assurance even in the face of adversity.

Defensiveness/Resignation

He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his discomfort.

He braced himself against the wall, a protective stance.

She folded her hands in her lap, a sign of restraint as she fought the urge to speak.

They shrank back slightly, their shoulders hunching as if trying to make themselves smaller in the face of criticism.

He held his breath momentarily, steeling himself for the inevitable conflict he sensed was coming.

She covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the situation as she tried to block out the world.

Thoughtfulness/Concentration

She furrowed her brow in concentration, her mind clearly racing as she tried to solve the problem at hand.

She nodded slowly, processing the information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He stared blankly into space, lost in thought as he processed what had just been revealed.

He drummed his fingers on the table, the rhythmic sound a sign of his deep contemplation.

She tapped her foot lightly, her mind racing.

Eagerness/Excitement

He paced back and forth, his restless energy manifesting in the constant movement as he considered his options.

She bent forward, her elbows resting on her knees, a sign of intimacy and engagement in the conversation.

She swayed slightly from side to side, a subconscious display of her nervous energy as she waited for the verdict.

He bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.

She jumped up and down, a spontaneous display of her joy that couldn’t be contained.

This artwork is just STUNNING.

Lovers of Elfhame by Frostbite Studios