and really inspiring

i dont know what a gluten is and at this point im afraid to ask
you’ve heard of an all nighter now get ready for

all mighter

Originally posted by tachipaws

body so frail;

[ dull knives twist between rib-gaps
lost heads to the nightskybirds
goin’ back to a face, no more masks
stuck in a boned cage –ready ]

your business isn’t under my skin
or inside my sadomasochistic brain
–torment my tongue with candlewax fire
& choke the flowers in my hair

wicker limbs support no longer
as our feet freefall through gravity
hands up to the sky –moons turn
their backs on us & darkness sets in

[ exodus of stars marching toward
our bellies & sutures our eyes shut
–leading the blind to a bed of nails
piercing the souls of the dead –set ]

leather ropes bind my teeth while
you electrify the taxidermied lambs
–smoke signal to the gods (here we
are, here we are, save our sanity)

wooden hours never stood a chance
against the sands of time –bloodpools
polish the outer rim of my lips, taste
the divinity of cored applehearts

[ pine trees sway to the rhythm blues
sleeping baby clouds hover over weeping
lilies –air escapes my lungs & you vacuumed
the storms away with one inhale –go ]

So like

I don’t even know if I have the right to be upset anymore because almost everyone I’ve brought it up to has almost made me feel like it’s not a big deal, or like I might just be acting over dramatic about it. But, yet again -the same story, too- my story has been kind of just like. Idk, the main ideas in it and overall plot have been used by someone else. They changed a lot, sure, but there’s exact dialogue and, again, the main plot points have been used. It’s the same story but re-imagined, I guess is the way to put it?? Idk. Like I said, I don’t even know if I’m allowed to be upset over this but I am. Like it’s fanfiction, so I don’t own the characters, but the ideas and dialogue were all me. I’m not even going to confront the person this time because like I said, idk if I’m allowed to be upset and tbh I just don’t even know how to at this point without sounding like I’m a bitch.

I know I haven’t been posting a lot lately and seem inactive, I’ve been dealing with life, but like??? Idk, just ask me if you wanna write something based off of one of my fics. I put a lot of work into them and seeing people just kind of taking the ideas sucks, y’know???? I don’t care if you write something almost exact, just say where you got it from and a s k me. I literally won’t care. Bite Me is the only one I’d ever say no to, the rest, though???? Just ask.

This post is a mess, and I’d love to write something more eloquant, but I’m legit upset and confused about it and wanna do something so that I don’t feel like I’m being walked on, but also I don’t want to come across as some cold-hearted bitch.

Anyway, idk how to conclude this or anything, I just wanted to word-barf my feelings about this so that people know to ask me in the future, and ffs stop blatantly using my ideas from this story, it’s not even that good, let it rest in peace.

Wriitng is my passion and I put a lot of love and work into everything I do, even if it is just fanfiction, so please don’t make me feel this way about it. I wanna share it with all of you, but if I feel like I’m just going to be walked on and used for ideas, then I won’t want to do this anymore.

Idea for a game show: it’s a cooking competition with no recipes, just a lil old granny judge telling the contestants how to make dishes that have been passed down in her family from generation to generation. All the contestants have to follow along as she talks, and her instructions are super vague. There are no actual measurements, just things like “Add the basil. How much, you ask? Just enough.” or “Put it in the oven until it’s done.” Every week it’s a different judge with recipes from all over the world until the finalists must face the Ultimate Grandma™


“He felt a strange twinge of annoyance as she walked away, her long red hair dancing behind her. He had become so used to her presence over the summer that he had almost forgotten that Ginny did not hang around with him, Ron and Hermione while at school.”
Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, Chapter: The Slug Club

I’ve always wanted to illustrate what Ginny told Harry when they were breaking up in the end of the 6th book (chapter: The White Tomb). And I think that moment when he looked at her as she walked away to meet her boyfriend shows all of that.

(Ginny was singing The Weird Sisters)

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