what are five pieces of writing advice you’d give to a new / insecure writer? take a journal with you everywhere you go. share your work even if you’re afraid to. be inspired but do not copy - develop your own style. be patient with this development, it will take a long time and then you will change again. try to understand why you love the work that you love/hate the work that you hate. it says a lot about the direction you will be going with your own writing. when you can understand that, you can grow much more.
what has inspired you lately? strangers and small moments between them. a conversation between two elderly gay men about love and god. two children and a tiny dog on a boat in a pond glowing like three angels. my love and how he lays his head on my chest when we’re sleepy.
How much effort do you spend on establishing a certain “aesthetic” in your work? i think the aesthetic of my work is not important. a certain aesthetic is not the goal but a byproduct of the message. the message is the most important.
and then there was me, a queer girl in the catholic church with traditional parents. i grew up with a fingernail caught in my throat. i changed the words to songs so i’d be singing about boys. i was scared of “gay”. my mother told me it meant happy but i knew it meant being pushed to the floor of the bus. i remember my bible school teacher telling us that the greatest sin a woman can have is not giving a man her love. i remember realizing i liked girls and putting it in a box i labelled dirty and couldn’t bring myself to touch. when i came out i had to ask if my parents still loved me, like the idea of their acceptance ended where my sexuality began. they pull back when i accidentally slip and admit i like a girl. they promise the church doesn’t hate us, just doesn’t let us get married under god’s roof with god present. oh it’s a fine marriage, we accept it, but technically in the eyes of the church i’m living in sin. it would be better if i liked men. when i was 7 i was sure i was going to unhappily marry a man just to make my parents happy. at 23 i might marry a man just to make my parents happy.
god was this hard thing we couldn’t figure out how to handle. god came beyond the doors of the church. my god answered me at night but reminded me to cower. my god killed my brothers and sisters in the hands of others. how am i to reconcile that god that felt like love and belonging with the god called down in conversion camps. how am i to say i love the light of god when i have seen it burn the flesh of others.
i watch it still. for a while i was spitting and hissing and wouldn’t let god near me. i think it was better then, when i had shut my doors to the idea of it. once i tried to find god again i found myself desperately lost in the forest.
i was always so alone in church. always different. it wasn’t until i mentioned it once in an online chat that i found someone else who had gone through the same thing. how terrible, to form a community of people who have all been cast out. how powerful.
we, together, discussing at two a.m if god is real and if she is where she begins and ends. my brothers and sisters and family - we are all so strong for having survived this. for having been spat out by what should have accepted us. that first community. that first slap. the book that taught us not all books are homes. the book that i spent hours combing over looking for where my flaws were entombed. that curse that keeps following us, doggedly, just when we thought we shook it off - watching others take god as an excuse to punish us, to put into law our discrimination, to enact and enforce violence against us. “god loves you,” we were told. is this what god looks like? our first relationship with abuse?
i am stuck with an eternity of questions. can we find our own god? can we find her in each other? do we leave god entirely, and just find love in the stories of us lost lambs? is god worth it? was the word of god really to ruin us? is god even to blame for any of this, or is this how humans are when they find something to hit?
all i know is this: i am not alone. and if you’re like me, come to me. talk. i’ll listen. god only knows nobody else did.
Idk with clubpeguin shutting today i thought I share some memories of this fuckn site
I remember the day I made it. I was at my grandma’s house and I was ten and i started off with a 1 month membership
All the kids at recess would fight over the computers to play it and everyone in my school always went to ‘Tundra’ to play
The site crashing when Rockhopper came and everyone fighting to get on his ship that was hell
The surfing game was my fav and i was so mad when I found out they made survival for paid members
That fuckin flood once and I think an avalanche. I just remember a lot of events happening once
I REMEMBER THAT MISSION WHERE YOU GOT LOST IN THE WOODS EVERYONE I KNEW LOST THEIR BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEN ONE FRIEND WAS LIKE “i got so scared when i had to burn the book!”
Halloween was always my fav event
Im looking through a book in the game and god, all those events (the earthquake, fairs, fitness games in ‘08
TIP THE ICEBERG
REMEMBER WHEN THE GOLDEN PUFFLE WAS A MYTH AND PEOPLE WHERE LOOKING FOR IT AND THEN YOU GOT ADOPT IT?????
When you could get belts in the dojo and Sensei was hard to beat
I shit you not once when I was with a friend we followed two penguins back to an igloo and hid quite well (they didn’t know we where there) and they started to have like fake sex. Like serious we watched these kids (they had to be kids cause of how they typed) having their penguins take off their clothes and fake having it and my friend then did a “hehe” AND THE TWO OTHER PEGUINS RAN GOD THAT WAS SOMETHING
I stopped playing around the start of HS but holy hell clubpenguin was my childhood and I remember just having so much fun and playing it all the damn time
(add more memories if you want but these are some of mine)
Bucky: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Steve, code name – Been There, Done That. Tony is – Currently Doing That. Natasha is – It Happened Once in a Dream; Thor, code name – If I Had To Pick another Dude. Sam is – Eagle Two.
I read some AWESOME fics this week and I’m so happy to share them with you! It was a long weekend in Canada so I had plenty of time to read :)
Pigeon Alley by DiAnna44, Teen, 6.8k (WIP) What’s meant to be will always find a way. Victor and Yuuri? They’re meant to be. SO GOOD so far!! Actor AU!
clean up on aisle five by alipiee, Gen, 5.3k “You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me you did not drag me around that shop for over an hour for you to leave without his number, but with coconut milk, four different types of pasta and gluten-free cereal - you’re not even gluten intolerant!” LOOOOOOOOVE THIS! It’s so so cute!
Love and Gelato by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 7.6k Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. I’M SOBBING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 142k (WIP) Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story. FINALLY got around to reading the whole fic and WOW I love it so much!! I can’t wait to see what happens next!
our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 25k (WIP) The powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. That update!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!
The Two Mr. Nikiforovs by bratinella, Mature, 15k Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own. Which lies in the problem. LOVED THIS! Must read!!
We’ll Be Fireproof by Lukesnotpunk, Explicit, 26k Yuuri is a lifeguard at his local pool, Victor is the star of the swim team that practices there, and Yuuri might spend more than a healthy amount of time watching Victor more than the other swimmers. Victor might notice. Awesome fic!! I never knew I needed a swimmer AU until now hahaha!!
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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
Steve looked up from his laptop
screen as Peggy came striding into the room, clad in only his dress shirt. He
obviously ogled her and smiled when his eyes reached her toes and she wiggled
them, toenails painted a vivid red.
“What are you doing?” she asked
him, sitting down next to Steve and cuddling up to his side.
Steve gave a tiny shrug. “Enjoying
our day off.”
Peggy scoffed. “By catching up on
the latest gossip?”
“Hey, Facebook is quite the
gossiper. I’ve found out remarkable things on this.”