#personal thoughts
“Tornado watch”
Let’s listen to Saba. Leven Kali. Infamous Yasiin. Melodic instrumental tones. You know like Common Sense.
I used to love her.
3000 times of Da art of story tellin pt. 1.
Or so I used to love him?
…You know what Umi says.
Maybe I never loved at all.
Just come lay with me.
Elevate one another with intruiging words about journies lived and not yet traveled.
Lay with me.
Can I sing to you?
It’s a dream to me… I love it when…
Never mind I’ll just sing when you’re asleep.
I always said I wanted an artist as a lover.
I thought I found him. I got what I prayed for. Well he found me. Any rate… he was “too” much of an artist.
Does that make sense?
Is that possible?
He was too much for me.
Of course my brain reverts back to old thoughts.
Old thoughts surfacing.
In the night.
In this storm.
Old thoughts of what was in that moment and also what never was.
All in the same instance.
Yeahhhh there’s a storm right now and I’m in my feels.
Predictable I know. But I can’t help it. This song got me feeling some type of way.
You won’t lay with me. Just a lay as our favorite record plays.
You won’t lay.
If the earth was upside down you’d lay.
Would that result in a stay?
And the song was “heaven all around me” by the way.
(20Oct18, Italy, this was randomly written rn)
strangers dancing on tongue
twirling with delight
beating to devilish drums
sweet to bitter back to sweet, one two one
no in between — no other routine
here, then there, then here
swift, trodding by air
begging for touch to not
burn this time but to
intertwine and find me at
the bottom of the glass or
your throat
eternal gaze
stuck in my brain
is beginning to fade
because you’re away
in another space
trying to cement yourself
even when your soul,
will never be erased
i’ll push you back to sea
so you can float with ease,
and become one with the waves.
you’ll crash at my feet again,
and tear my soul to shreds,
reminding me of the tragic truth,
of your existence never to be met.
i want to know how it is like to die,
maybe that would put me by your side
the worst manifestations of you come to me at times of peace
then i awake in a sweat chasing you through my dreams
you are a tease -
a bone and i am the dog
running, digging, wishing
do you wonder what goes on in my mind?
Always?
or from time to time?
fear held me by the throat
and I coughed up the hopes and dreams we said,
bloody red, dark and dead
gone for good,
never to be met or spoken of again.
shut eyelids feel like home when home is an abyss of lost hope.
where isolation feels secure,
and solitude is nourishment for the darkness.
“Your memory is linked to my soul, keeping it hung in chains and making it sway between fantasy and reality.”
- c.c
❤️ you all
And so, my followers and friends, we reach a point of both ending and beginning.
i am sure that by now Y/you all know the situation vis a vis Tumblr’s recent decision which will end this blog in this forum. In this moment of transition, i feel compelled to state without reservation that over the years that i have served as chronicler of these humble pages it has been my honor to explore the permutations of Dominance and submission with all of Y/you members of this community of the like-minded that W/we have managed to carve out for O/ourselves on this platform. Indeed let none suggest that it is anything less than that; a community greater than the sum of its constituent parts.
Through this blog i have interacted with more thoughtful, intelligent, and wonderfully kinky people than i ever imagined was possible. i have made friends here, i have grown here, and, through my interactions with Y/you all, my wonderful beautiful community, my understanding of D/s and my own submission has grown more complex and nuanced as i have been able to challenge my own preconceptions on the subject and those of others. For this, and for spending some modicum of Y/your time on my musings in these pages, i thank Y/you all from the bottom of my heart.
But. alas, all that begins must, at some point, end. The powers that be those that are so blinded or prejudiced against that which they deem prurient to see the beauty of O/our community, have seen fit to decree that this B/brotherhood that W/we have so painstakingly built across miles, borders, and cultures must be exiled from this platform; swept way as though it were mere filth. i have not the patience nor the time for a place where i and those like me are not wanted. So, i must go. i leave for what i hope shall one day evolve into greener pastures and i urge, with whatever strength my words may wield, that others do the same.
my Sir @betabreeder and myself will be moving to bdsmlr. At the moment its non-hetero content is limited but W/we hope to change this as W/we, and hopefully O/our followers, move on from this place which through its recent actions has proven itself unworthy of U/us.
To know Y/you all has been a pleasure, to produce content that Y/you enjoy and which hopefully provokes thought has been a true joy. With a teary eye i bid Y/you all, adieu.
-bredbeta
totallyunadulteratedobservation:
I am his submissive wifey until the end.
Forever.
True fact.
It’s how we relate to one another – how we live our lives.
This is how i understand D/s. It is not something limited to a particular places or particular times, it is a way to order one’s relationships and life. Submissive is not merely what i am, it is an integral facet of who i am.
tbh best part of getting fucked early in the day is getting to walk around with cum plugged up inside me for the rest of the day
Fuck, yes it is
There are four basic types of romance stories:
- Stories where the romance is both the focus and the driving force (ex: The Princess Bride)
- Stories where the romance is the focus, but not the driving force (ex: Tangled)
- Stories where the romance is neither the focus or the driving force (ex: Star Wars)
- Stories where the romance is not the focus, but is the driving force (ex: Billboard Dad)
Why is any of this important? Well, I’m a firm believer of the idea that, if you want to be good at something, you need to work at it constantly and, when it comes to writing, the work isn’t just writing. A large part of the job is thinking about stories and figuring out how they work, what makes them good, and what makes them bad. So let’s talk about what makes a good romance story/subplot and what makes a bad one.
To do this, we’re going to talk about each of the four story-types listed above. Be warned, I will not be kind to type 2.
Type 1: The Focused Romance
Stories of this type are stories that would not exist if it weren’t for the romance. Think about The Princess Bride. If we remove Buttercup’s love for Westley or vise versa, then where’s the story? Nowhere. Other events contribute to this tale, but the force behind it is the characters love for each other. No love, no story.
These types of romance stories are incredibly powerful when told right because the most interesting thing going on in the story is the romance. This means that the audience isn’t wasting their time trying to figure out other complex elements of the plot because there’s really nothing to focus on other than the characters and their fight to be together. Things that effect the plot are things that effect the couple’s ability to be together and basically nothing else.
Other Stories of this type: Much Ado About Nothing, Pride and Prejudice, Beauty and the Beast
Type 2: The Unexpected Romance
Stories of this type are stories that would probably be very different without the romance, but would still exist, they’d just be way more focused on the big event that’s actually driving the plot. This type of story is really popular in young adult fiction but, to be frank, they are both very hard to pull off and one of the main reasons teen novels get such a bad reputation.
Imagine if someone asked you to rewrite Star Wars or Harry Potter, but instead of focusing on overthrowing the empire or Lord Voldemort, your job was to tell the story of Han and Leia/Harry and Ginny becoming a couple. Welcome to what’s wrong with type two.
More often than not, these stories are distracting and hard to read because there’s something really freaking important going on other than the romance. This means that the audience either has its attention split between the romance and the big events going on or that the audience fails to care about either the big event or the romance as much as the author might want.
This doesn’t mean that any time there’s a big event going on in the story you get a story of type 2. For example, a story set during world war two would not immediately be a type two story. It depends on who the characters are and how important they are to the war. If the war would still be won without them, then it’s probably a type one.
It’s also worth noting that these stories can work, but they have to be told in a way where the romance doesn’t distract from the main plot. The romance should to serve to bring together characters that need to be brought together and/or drive characters to do what needs to be done.
A good example of this is Tangled. The driving force of Tangled is not Rapunzel and Flynn falling in love. Falling in love is just something that happens to these characters while they’re working together to get Rapunzel to see the “floating lights.” If you told the exact same story, but just had Rapunzel and Flynn becomes friends, it would still work. It just wouldn’t be as good.
Other Stories of this type: The Divergent Series (mostly Insurgent), The Mortal Instruments, The Iron Fey Series
One I actually like: The Lunar Chronicles, Tangled
Type 3: The Subplot
Stories of this type are ones where the author acknowledges that, hey, people fall in love and then decides to throw some romance into the story. The story would probably work just fine without the romance, but the romance makes the story better.
An example of this type of story would be Han and Leia from Star Wars. Their romance is organically developed and certainly adds a fun element to the story, but it’s not the story’s focus and people would still enjoy the films without it.
Other Stories of this type: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Uglies Series
Type 4: The Background Lovers
Stories of this type are ones where everything happens because two characters fall in love, but yet no one really cares about those characters falling in love. You normally see these types of stories happening when it’s a story about matchmakers, like Billboard Dad and yes, I’m using an Olson Twin film from my childhood simply because, when it comes to these types of stories, you rarely remember that the romance happened at all.
For the many of you that haven’t seen Billboard Dad, the plot focuses on two young girls getting their father set up with a woman and then trying split the pair up and other hijinks. Like I said, everything happens because of the romance, the story wouldn’t exist without it, but it’s not a story about lovers, it’s a story about meddlesome kids.
Other Stories of this type: Mamma Mia
Vincent Van Gogh is well known for his beautiful art works.
But it didn’t seem like many people gave as much attention on his mental health and what he went through while he was alive.
I have three midterm exams coming (2 majors).. and I’m here!!!
Okay, first post ko to since this sem started. Omg midterms na!
anw, tabingi ako sa Math 36 kasi punyeta hahahha nakikisabay si Chem 15 kaya ayun. Sabay sila ng exam sa Monday wtf.
So sobrang stressed na stressed na ako dito sa LB, hindi ako uuwi sa susunod na dalawang weekends dahil sa exams :( Bisitahin niyo ako pls hahaha
Nung wednesday, kukuha kaming certification kay Sir Neil (Math 36 Lecturer) na may exam kami kaya mag-eearly exam kami sa Chem 15.1. Nung paakyat na kami sa MB, may nakasalubong kami!! :))
Me: Ma’aaaaam!!!! *wave wave wave*
omg yas nakasalubong namin si Mam Des at feeling ko ang lakas lakas ng boses ko nun huhu buti wala masyadong tao erk.
And y’know what?
She hugged meeee.
You guys know that I don’t do hugs. Pero kung galing ba naman kay Ma’am Des diba? Iinarte pa ba ako hahahah eh hindi niya nakalimutan yung promise nya na free hugs pag nakita nya daw uli kami. Nuxx.
Nakakamiss lalo tuloy. Huhuhu instructor na may pakels. iykwim, nakakatanggal kaya ng strees. Now, I know. Stress fighter ang hugs huhuhu di lahat pero sige, pag yung mga ganung tao.
Anw, nagkasalubong kami kagabi sa grove and we were like: Hiiiiiii!!! *waves* pero dahil sa haba ata ng kamay ko, para na kaming nag-handshake ni Ma’am HAHAHAHA
okay what may LRP pa ako at Math 36 Midterm at CHem 15.1 LE. RIP meeee
Yehey!! So enrolled na ako kahit tinatamad ako lumabas ng dorm and everything. Ang bilis lang! Mga one hour lang siguro kung dere-deretso kong ginawa yung steps but nah. Ang init kasi huhu at ang layo talaga ng EE Audi, pano pa diba yun DIE? *le cries*
Anw, ang ganda ng class cards ngayon <3 lol, pati ‘to napansin ko? Erk
So after enrollment, diretso SM Calamba naman to watch a movie. Yaaaay! Love, Rosie talaga yung gusto namin eh :3 pero wala and akala namin may Night At The Museum 2, pero wala rin. Then, showing na pala yung “Annie” so yay again! Yun na yung pinanood namin heheheh buti nalang coz I really wanted to see that movie nung trailer palang napapanood ko. ;)
Tapos naghanap ako ng isusuot(?) huhu at pangregalo sa birthday ni Maxine. Huhu I really suck at this :(
And now, nandito na ako sa dorm! :) Bukas na ako uuwi huhubels =))
Hi, trigo babies <3