I may never emotionally recover from the most recent episode of Rolling With Difficulty
No spoilers, but that shit was incredible and I absolutely cried, more than once
(@comicaurora, you specifically took my soul and crushed it into tiny pieces with your performance, and it was PERFECT)
More fanart coming soon bc this show will never leave my brain, ever (the fanart might have spoilers tho so do go watch the episode like right now)
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Is anyone else gripped by the fear that starting a new sentence on a new page will be taken as a new paragraph? I squish an extra word on the end of the line even if there isnt enough actual space just to avoid this possible misinterpretation...........
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Sometimes you can feel the moments someone starts slipping through your fingers like sand
And you tried to cradle them so gently
You tried to hold all their parts together
Tried to give them a soft place to rest
To give them safety and gentleness
A good feeling
But it wasn't enough
Because it's never enough
My hands are never big enough
Never soft enough
Never warm enough
Never gentle enough
Never close enough
Always lacking
Never enough
And now I'm left staring at the remaining grains of sand
Because you might have left my embrace, left me behind
But the reminder of you clings to my skin
Coarse and irritating when I rub my hands together to erase you
I'll always feel the ghost of you
And sometimes when I look at my hands, I still find parts of you ingrained in my skin
Never truly gone
But gone enough to leave my hands empty
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brizz my love, as with all things I do, I tried to make this as short as possible and I failed miserably aksdjfhlkasdjf i hope you don’t mind
💖 What made you start writing?
In terms of, like, writing in general, I don't really know what made me start! I was always writing stories, but I really got into writing towards the end of middle school, and I think I "finished" my first story in eighth grade, when I had an English teacher who made us write a journal entry every day, and instead of writing anything about myself, I wrote a story about a character (i think she was a mermaid? I can’t remember)(also $50 to whoever can guess my favorite coping mechanism 💀). But, after middle school, I had a bit of a falling out with writing, and I put myself in a position to either do engineering & math & science related stuff, or do writing related stuff. Idk why I thought I couldn't do both, but obviously, I ended up becoming an engineer, and while I wrote a little bit in high school, I completely gave up writing in college.
Then, covid happened at the end of my senior year of college, and I suddenly had, like, a renaissance lmao. I had nothing to do and so much time to do it, and then I ended up watching the first season of Outer Banks nine times through (yes I know I’m insane, but we move), showing my family and then various friends during zoom parties, and I became obsessed with figuring out Kiara's story. I had a doc full of questions based on throw-away lines and I don't know when it turned from "conspiracy theory about kiara carrera's background" to "actual legitimate story (kind of)", but it helped me A LOT when I was going through the early pandemic. So, I guess, obsessing over Kiara Carrera got me back into writing?? lmao. also having a lot of feelings over the pandemic and being locked in my hometown and isolated from my college friends while being much, much closer to my middle/high school friends?? idk. I clearly had a lot of feelings to wrestle with tho aksjdfhlkasjdf
🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?
LMAO yes!! I think almost everyone guessed just about every plot point in pltc, which is very expected when I was literally writing it to fit as well as it could into canon. I also had a few other fics where I read people's comments like "ah yes at least my foreshadowing works" 💀 I think there were a lot of those comments especially with like daisies underneath!
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
for you, Brizz, a snippet from my upcoming fic for the music festival au space on my bingo card!
There’s something kind of thrilling about having him so close. She knows her makeup is beyond fucked, and her hair is in disarray, and she has a string of plastic gems trailing down her cheek that are worse off than they were last night, but it doesn’t matter. The music is too loud for them to maintain the sort of distance that she would normally expect from a complete stranger, and he leans in close, his blue eyes fixed on her with a piercing gaze.
She doesn’t know a lot about him, but she can sense how momentous it is to capture all of his attention for any period of time, like her body had cataloged every distraction he had found throughout the day and now marvels at the singularity of his attention.
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Excuse you
I can’t pronounce words, that’s not in my job description
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i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person
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Just saw someone with “use whatever pronouns you use for yourself for me” in bio. I honestly never considered the depth the pronoun metagame could have, we’ve barely scratched the surface with this shit
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