I am a tree.

My roots penetrate deep into the Earth, I grow strong and I gain knowledge from the nature that surrounds me. I am calm, I am collected, and I am strong.

My body grows up, it is hardened on the outside to protect me. It branches off into my many limbs. I stand tall, swaying in the breeze.

You know what sucks about sorry? It’s the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.

be as wild as the sea

A veces tengo la necesidad de sentarme a rimar, para exteriorizar todo lo que siento.

“La cobardía de ir a buscarte,
la valentía de aún esperarte.

Mi ángel salvador,
mi demonio destructor.”

©Camm, 2021

edourado:

Diamonds and Pearls

Dear gentle reader,

Be kind to this author.

Keep reading

Manuales de escritura creativa.

Recomendadme vuestros manuales de escritura en los comentarios ;)

TRAVIS SCOTT.

Writing your own spell can seem intimidating and complicated but following these steps will help you to create spells that can be just as effective as ones you learn from books or other witches. 

1. Boil down the purpose of the spell to a word or short phrase.
2. Find the ingredients suited to that goal like crystals, herbs, candles and incense (fin suitable ones with correspondence lists and resource books)
3. Consider the best possible timing for the spell (moon phase ect)
4. Decide if you want a verbal component (incantation). If so, write it in a manner that includes your components and goal.
5. Bless all the items you will be working with (ridding them of any unwanted energies)
6. Consider any actions that might help support the magick and where best to place them in the spell process (eg, lighting a candle at the outset to illustrate your intention)
7. Focus your will and begin the spell, building energy.
8. Guide the energy as far as you can mentally, the release it and trust the in the outcome
9. Keep a journal of you successes and failures for future references and improvements

mysticmilks:

There is this a peculiar set of reasons and biases when it comes to NOT commenting on AO3.

They are all false, but here they are:

• Do not comment on old fics
  
• Do not comment on each chapter of a multichapter
  
• Do not comment if the author left the fandom
  
• Do not comment if the author doesn’t respond to comments
  

It can be summoned up as DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU ENJOYED THE WORK AND YOU LIKE THE AUTHOR.

It comes from the idea, that if you leave a comment on my old work, or leave too many comments, I will think you are strange, clingy, and gross.

Readers are imagining it as commenting on an old Facebook photo — only your granny and creepy strangers do that.

That is not the case with AO3.

Writers put their works there for long-term storage, and we expect, wish, and hope that you will like our works and tell us about it.

This all very interesting, not, but why should I care?

This has awful consequences.  Fanfic authors feel constant pressure to create more and crippling fear of being forgotten, useless, and being literally kicked away from fandom.

I’m online friends with a few great fandom authors, who wrote storied with thousands of kudos, but ALL of them at some point expressed this fear. Very talented people told me, “I’m not sure if I should have ‘writer’ in my bio. I didn’t post anything new in the last half of a year.”

Some young or entitled readers might say, “Hm, well, they are right. They should create MORE to be relevant. Isn’t that a good thing to push authors to write more?”

For better or worse, life doesn’t work like that. We are talking about real people, who go to real schools, have real jobs, families, and all the other important things outside the fandom. Some of them might push to create more from that fear, but most would only get more frustrated and depressed about the whole fanfic writing.

So, please, if you like the work comment on it.

Even if it’s old, even if it’s a multichapter, even if the author doesn’t have time and energy to interact. Especially in all those cases.

Encourage your authors, and show them your support.

UPD:

my previous post How to start writing comments

explanation about fics from 70sby olderthannetfic. Thank you so much for it.

wingardium-letmefuckyou:

mikeyshackwriting:

I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school. 

And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good. 

And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways. 

Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.

This is the second time this post passes on my dash and it’s the best advice I ever got. I can’t write consistently in one go, it’s always about 50 words and then I get distracted and just have to do something else for a while. Do the math quickly: trying to write 2000 words a day takes a looooong time that way. So there were many days where I just didn’t even start writing, cause I wouldn’t reach my goal anyways and feel like a failure. Then I stumbled upon this post and I thought: hey, let’s give this a try. And it works! I set my goal between 200-400 words a day and that’s perfectly doable. Some days I get into the flow and I write a whole lot more. On other days, I struggle to get those 200 out but hey, at least I wrote 200 words and reached my goal. Whatever the outcome, t makes me feel good and accomplished. 

Writing takes practice, so even if it’s only 100 words a day, it’s better than nothing. If it worked for Terry Pratchett and me, than it can work for you too!

ReadFunny Names of Flowers that will Blow Your Mind!

lonely-faun:

You know what sucks about sorry? It’s the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.

Alpha.

You think because your voice is deeper than mine that you have some kind of alpha dominance but you are mistaken. I have control. I’m embracing of both my masculine and feminine traits. They share equal space at the table. I will grip you by the neck and I will decide if I want to kiss you or spit on you. I’ll probably do both with equal passion. I wish you could enjoy it with me and stop thinking you aren’t the man you already are.

This is in a different style than I use to and I’m a type of writer who just writes then accepts the errors later. I hope you enjoy! 

His touch mischievously skimmed her soft skin, giving her goosebumps throughout her body. Her spine grew stiff and her butt cheeks clenched together, afraid or awaiting his next bold move. She laid on her stomach in the middle of the bed, her legs spread apart by his knees and his hands exploring her body. Moans kept escaping her mouth. The rope twisted in knots from her elbows to her wrists behind her, dig into her skin when she struggled to break free. His little Houdini when it came to escaping the bounds during play time.
His fingers traveled down to his favorite spot and teased her wetness. He coated her juices around her clit to her ass. There was plenty to go around to make it easier for his fingers to dance around wherever they wanted at the time.
Her ears buzzed at the sound of his favorite toy. The black bullet was intense and knew how to take care of his bratty baby girl. With a combination of his finger inside her pussy and the black bullet friend resting on her clit, it sent her body into violent shakes of passion and his name echoed off the walls. He wouldn’t let up on her until she begged him to stop letting her cum. He would ask if she had had enough and she would let herself go into another climax, gushing juices down his hand and onto the bed.
Her screams turned into whines for him to release her and he inserted a finger into her ass. Her butt clenched together, making it damn near impossible for him to dance like he had in her pussy. With the black bullet still resting against her clit, his new toy entered the picture. The lube covered butt plug took place of his finger in her ass. Her face tensed with pain and relaxed into pleasure once his toy was placed in correctly.
With swift movement, she was flipped over onto her back and her bounds dug into l her back. Even though it caused some discomfort, she wasn’t worried. Her sir was going to take care of her.
Now making eye contact, his hands took her legs and pushed them against her breasts and he rested his chest on them. He told her he wanted to hear her scream and she just stared, with her needy eyes, not sure what happens next on his schedule. His hard on pressed into her dripping pussy and his rhythm increased, making the butt plug move inside of her. Her pussy tighten around his erection as she tried to climb the wall into another orgasm. Whimpering in pleasure, she continued to take his hard on as he pumped into her pussy. Her pleasure was splashing up onto her stomach.

He started to grunt into the beginning of his climax. Her ears rang as she started to scream into her final sweet release. Her back arched, relieving some stress on her binds, and she buried her head into the bed, making her body twist. His hand grabbed her hips and pulled her body into his dance of passion. His pleasure load filled her pussy with one last pump, and he tilted his head back to enjoy the last bit. Her pussy was still tight from her last climax, it clenched his erection like a warm hug.

Coming down from the high, he flipped her over onto her stomach and slapped her ass. He was still hungry for another taste of his babygirl. His cum was dripping out of her tight pussy. She was still moaning as her breathing was slowing down. He asked her if she was ready for more and she couldn’t find the words to describe how much she wanted him to continue abusing her pussy. He got up from the bed and went to the nightstand that housed all their equipment for nights like tonight. He pulled out her ball gag that tied in the back and his favorite blindfold. Closing the drawer, he climbed on the back of her thighs and proceeded to blindfold her. He asked her to open her mouth and lift her head up. He tied the ball gag around her head and secured the knot. His hands ran across her back a few times, while his erection rested on her buttcrack. It bounced up and down, excited to play with his babygirl. He leaned into her, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Her moans tried to escape her mouth but were blocked by the gag, making her drool on the bed sheet. He lifted his body off her thighs and pushed them apart from each other. He sat back on the bed, in between her legs. The rope on the bed posts were resting on the bed, just waiting for her ankles to be bound. His knots tightened around her ankles and she tried to move her legs, but was unsuccessful.

He smirked and explained to her that the fun was gonna come now.

He climbed over her, and sat to her side. His hands checked the knots once more on her ankles, then climbed up her legs to her bare ass. Slightly pink was a color that he made up just for her. His hands slapped each cheek an equal amount of times, and his eyes gleamed as her body trying to run away from his ropes. His fingers trailed down her butt crack and grabbed the butt plug, tugging in and out of her ass. She lifted her head and shifted her body to try to look back at him, but complete darkness covered her eyes. He asked if she was okay and she could only respond with moans. He smiled and accepted her only answer. Her head rested back on the wet sheets and his fingers tugged the plug out for the last time. He set the plug aside, and inserted his fingers into her dripping pussy. Her juices covered his hand and her pleasure covered the sheet beneath her. Her legs tried to pull together as his dance got faster in her pussy. He told her to cum for him and her body responded by gushing out her pleasure, and her muffled scream could only be heard by him. Her body shook into the orgasm and her hands pulled back in forth, pinching her skin. Letting her have no time to calm down for the intense pleasure, he put the black bullet on the highest setting and lifted her hips off the bed. The bullet rested between her clit and the pleasure soaked bed sheets. He pushed her body against the bed, making it impossible for her to not cum all over the sheets. She fought his grasp and failed, giving her body another opportunity to squirt passion everywhere.

Exhausted from the countless orgasms, her body relaxed as his hold weakened around her hips. He climbed back on her thighs and teased his erection around her ass. Her juices coated his dick and he slowly pushed his way into her tightest hole. Her head lifted up and her tongue tried to push the gag out of her mouth. Her moans sounded like his name. His hard on slowly came out of her ass and slid back in, but deeper this time. He was getting close to climaxing. The black bullet was still resting against her clit, making her dance in and out of orgasms, he just had to pick one to let himself reach his release. He told her to cum for him once more and he pumped his erection into her ass as deep as it would go this time. Her butt cheeks clenched around him and his moans escaped through his mouth. His cum filled her ass and he slowly exited her ass. Her climax followed and her moans pushed through the ball gag around her mouth. He told her that he loved listening to her cum for him.