Butterflies, they told her, were often associated with a fear of the unknown.
Her stomach still clenched when she saw him coming, in that glorious way that meant she was nervous enough to actually care.
She associated his very being, somehow, with a sense of anything-could-happen. Even as they spent time and time and time together, and she got to know the nuances of him, just watching him walk towards her could conjure up that feeling of an oncoming wind, with the potential to knock her backwards.
I’m writing these about fandom, but when I read them back?
It looks a hell of a lot like love.
There are thin lines between the two, I’m seeing.
Thin lines, and the realisation that just because they’re not love stories, it does not in any way mean they’re not stories about love.
Anonymous asked: Are these posts about a particular person?
Absolutely not.
So far, they’ve all been inspired by someone (not the same someone), but they’re works of fiction, entirely.
Where they’re inspired by a certain fandom or person, I’ve put it in the tags, and I’ll carry on doing that as much as I can without over-stepping (some of the stories will be inspired by things friends have told me, and in those cases, no details. Sorry).
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They’re supposed to be followed.
They’re sweet, sometimes, and sometimes we lose ourselves within them.
Awake, sometimes, and sometimes asleep, it really makes no difference.
We must believe in them, and fight for them, and dream and dream and dream them.
You, in the front row at his concert. Eyes closed, lips parted, singing along.
Him,watching you, and a hundred other yous, and wondering how he ever got so lucky.
After the show, backstage. You, telling him how he changed your life. Meaning it.
Him, seeing that within you. Smiling because he finally understands that his song did something wonderful.
They come true.
Do we call them stars because the strength of their light depends entirely on the angle from which we see them?
Some nights, when you look at the sky, all that is there is darkness.
And some nights, we see twinklings of hope. It all.just.depends.
The same with him.
Another person may look upon him and see just a boy, with all those human flaws, and sensibilities.
When you look, though?
You see a Supernova.
Addiction. The compulsive need for a habit forming substance.
Oh yes, my darling, it cannot be said that you are not addicted.
Those nights you spend staring at your screen, refreshing and refreshing, for a photo, or a quote, or a song. Just a little something, just to re-enforce the fact that somewhere out there, there is a stage, or a film set, and under a spotlight, or behind a microphone, there is him.
And here, watching him, is you.
Shall we begin where it ended?
With rain, and tears, and a feeling of nothing left?
Or shall we start at the start?
With rain.
And tears.
And a feeling of nothing left.
Pick a word (or more than one) from the prompt below and write about it. Using only 100 words. There are word counters online for your use. I was doing this with a writing group and thought I’d try and share with my friends on Tumblr. Knock it out of the park kids, and link/reblog everyone back to this post so they can try, as well!
001.Broken.002.Addicted.003.Stars.004.Dreams.005.Butterfly.006.Accusation.007.Independence.008.Lullaby.009.Secrets.010.Eyes.011.Shadow.012.History.013.Talent.014.Shower.015.Questions.016.Taste.017.Sunset.018.Laugh.019.Promise.020.Formal.021.Memory.022.Denial.023.Flowers.024.Death.025.Music.026.Fairy Tales.027.Seduction.028.Candy.029.Keepsake.030.Confession.031.Snowflakes.032.Temptation.033.Uniform.034.Tremble.035.Sensual.036.Family.037.Sacrifice.038.Serenade.039.War.040.Moon.041.Scream.042.Ghost.043.Nightmare.044.Beach.045.Diamond.046.Myth.047.Flame.048.Happiness.049.Fever.050.Years.051.Thunder.052.Reunion.053.Piano.054.Cloud.055.Solitary.056.Jump.057.Young.058.Impatience.059.Silver.060.Knowledge.061.Bewildered.062.Smirk.063.Heart.064.Summer.065.Weakness.066.Balance.067.Bright.068.Letters.069.Corruption.070.Transformation.071.Scars.072.Rebellion.073.Glory.074.Invisible.075.Children.076.Restless.077.Orange.078.Beginning.079.Sickness.080.Thanks.081.Air.082.Doors.083.Envy.084.Hero.085.Stray.086.Flying.087.Overwhelmed.088.Stupidity.089.Haze.090.Porcelain.091.Keys.092.Critical.093.Silence.094.Balcony.095.Naked.096.Outside.097.Clock.098.Bells.099.Blankets.100.Knots.101.Guitar.102.Birthday.103.Halloween.104.Christmas.105.Map.106.Hands.107.Pirates.108.First Sight.109.Guest.110.Shadows.111.Quest.112.Dare.113.Silk.114.Promise.115.Forever.116.Gloves.117.Winter.118.Paint.119.Work.120.Safe.121.Green.122.Blue.123.Red.124.Yellow.125.Black.126.White.127.Escape.128.Pink.129.Purple.130.Belief.131.Paint.132.Wish.133.Clue.134.Spy.135.Kinky.136.Letter.137.Surprise.138.Skating.139.Choice.140.Rose.141.First Kiss.142.Forest.143.Beach.144.Rainbow.145.Computer.146.Need.147.Forgiveness.148.Silence.149.Cupcake.150.Feather.151.Cigarettes.152.Hide and Seek.153.Remember.154.Twirl.155.Moonlight.156.Firelight.157.Circus.158.Candlelight.159.Leather.160.Waves.161.Sunrise.162.Sunset.163.Erection.164.Coffee.165.Ring.166.End.167.Beginning.168.Change.169.Fireflies.170.Mountains.171.Interest.172.Pain.173.Giggle.174.Cuddle.175.Family.176.Castle.177.Daydream.178.Prince.179.Princess.180.Surfboard.181.Magic.182.Wand.183.Costume.184.Discovery.185.Silver.186.Jail.187.Wine.188.Easter.189.Eggs.190.Film.191.Fur.192.Interest.193.Deception.194.Oil.195.Anonymous.196.Heartache.197.Sword.198.Miracle.199.Teddy Bear.200.Glam.201.Pieces.202.Dance.203.Chances.204..205..
So I found a prompt list.
Over 200 words.
I’m going to attempt to write every single one in relation to fandom.
The original list only asks that they’re 100 words. Some might be longer, some shorter. I just need to write them.
It’ll take a while, but that’s fine. Time is something I have.
Let’s get on with it, shall we?
