today i’m fifteen
bruises on my hands
scabs split open
body shot to hell
today i’m angry at the world
and i don’t understand why
the world doesn’t take offense
today i’m burning rubber
in old parts of town i swore never to return
today i can’t seem to get lost
these winding roads are too familiar
and every turn brings me back to fifteen
bruises on my legs
fresh scabs from last night
eyes shot to hell
funny how yesterday i was twenty
adolescence fleeing my skin
tattoos scabbing over
innocence shot to hell
yesterday i locked eyes with you
yesterday i burnt rubber in the parking deck
yesterday i couldn’t get lost fast enough
today i’m fifteen
bruises still fresh
scabs yet to form
five years shot to hell
Does gen as a ao3 tag not mean 'there are no ships here'? I keep seeing ships under the gen tag, wondering if my understanding is off. Are there other tags that would be more appropriate for fics without slashes?
“Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
If I am the candle and you are the flame
Then you shall burn brighter while I cease to rein
Scorching, and burning
Yet you shine so bright
Yet here I am melting
While you light the night
The days
By sun.after.winter
There is no memory of my creation,
the days are stagnant and infrequent.
I've been here forever, or perhaps I was made yesterday?
Time has no relevance.
Today, I fall.
Nothing more, nothing less,
crashing towards the ground as time seems to stop
i grew up thinking love had to be dramatic.
that it needed to feel like chaos—
a rush of adrenaline,
complicated, spontaneous, a constant guessing game.
and sure, love can be like that.
it can burn hot and fast.
it can throw you into the sky
and drop you just as quickly.
but love can also be secure.
reassuring.
constant.
and i think that kind of love is beautiful.
the kind where someone chooses you,
not because you’re hard to get
or because there’s tension and mystery,
but simply because they see you
and they want you.
no questions.
no confusion.
no waking up and wondering where you stand.
just—
you and them.
side by side.
quietly, naturally.
you know they’ll be there tomorrow.
and the day after that.
and in a week, a month, a year.
and suddenly, you’re celebrating your tenth anniversary,
realizing love didn’t need to be loud to be extraordinary.
i’m tired of dramatic love.
i don’t want to burn.
i want to be held.
i want love that is quiet.
predictable.
safe.
because peace is not the absence of love—
it’s what love is supposed to bring.
This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists
For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics
For the fanfic authors who can’t get to 1000/500/100 hits
For the fanfic authors who don’t get comments/reviews
For the fanfic authors who write for small fandoms
For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics
For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write
For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language
For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English
For the fanfic authors who don’t think anyone reads or likes their work
For the fanfic authors who aren’t big name fans
For the fanfic authors who don’t get requests in their inboxes
For the fanfic authors who can’t write stories that are more than a thousand words
For the fanfic authors who only write one ship
For the fanfic authors who are just starting
For the fanfic authors who have been writing fic for years
For the fanfic authors who use fanfic to practice writing
For the fanfic authors who write self-insert fics
For the fanfic authors who write about their OCs
For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope
For the fanfic authors who are just waiting for their big break
Keep creating, I love you ❤️
By Shakespeare
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends