#confessional writing

[evadneares]

Mary MacLane, "I Await the Devils"

#writing #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #creative writing #literature #writers #writer things #quotes #women writers #mary maclane #i await the devils #canadian literature #canadian writer #books and libraries #books and literature #the wild woman of butte #confessional writing #autobiographical

[theplateau]

No Longer Compromising My Values for the Sake of Money

For so long, my need for money to sustain myself has led me to the worst decisions.

And when I say that I want to sustain myself, I actually mean keeping myself in my social class—it’s the tension inside me that pulls me from side to side until I fall into my bed and sleep.

Yes, I tell people I’m motivated but then I realized that my ongoing success has been derived from fear. It wasn’t my hope that made me go the extra mile in almost everything I did. It wasn’t my pure love and passion for what I did.

Unfortunately, it was the consequences of not taking massive, immediate actions that fueled me and kept me pushing through.

The truth is, I can’t imagine myself living the life of a different social class. (Unless it’s higher than me in the hierarchy.)

You see, I’m not as greedy as I might sound. If anything, I actually refuse the concept of taking money from even my future spouse; I just love the idea of being able to make a great amount of money on my own.

But that love for money has almost destructed my aching soul. The glory of being financially independent that I instilled in my mind made me compromise my personal values and even endure abuse just so that I don’t lose my source of income.

But I no longer want to do that. I don’t deserve to become treated as less or be threatened to be treated as a “slave” if I don’t follow the rules of another person when they themself break all the rules they imposed on themself.

I no longer accept forbearing hypocrisy as means to make money. After all, how meaningful would my life be when I actually don’t feel okay?

#self love #self worth #self improvement #self care #writers #writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #writing #confessional writing #emotional abuse #abuse recovery #money slave #moneymaking #self reflection #self concept #self image

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it. #sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd. #i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist! #something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

[lady-regal]

Want, Need, Love

Devoured in the darkness,I am left with nothing but the memory of distracting destruction.You never stay,but that’s for the best,because I’ve so much to be getting on with,and you’re so much to deal with.I’m slipping through hands that are never around to hold me,but scratch their name into my skin all the same.I won’t go to waste here. You want to taste everyone, everywhere,but you cannot…

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[erinlbowe]

June 29th, 2022 Wednesday 7:26 pm

The sticky, sweet drumming of air on these summer mornings make me feel like I’ve walked out of the north and into a Florida fever dream. I still wear black jeans – with a tank top of course.

I like the days and nights when I’m not anxious – worried about this or that deal, will my clients be happy, when’s that damned appraisal coming in? I worked too late yesterday, and the thoughts followed me to bed and pounded against my heart.

In the others, I am riding on the top of a wave, living something like a New England dream. A quiet Kentucky girl never imagined this future. But here we are: straddling the lines of New Hampshire and Massachusetts, hustling to sell houses, a hint of red lipstick, Hall and Oates, amaretto sours (stronger by the glass).

And the next morning its back to building business and dreaming of moving out west of Nashua. The rest of the world has not discovered Temple yet, but it is full of forests and dirt roads and the wisest of old New England money.  To build a fortress all our own, away from the crumbling of our culture…… the idea seems almost too idyllic to exist. But a vision of paradise can never leave your mind for long.

#journaling #journal #confessional #new england #new england writers #confessional writing #far caspian #a dream of you #Spotify #dream pop

[dragoneye01]

Confessionals

Tangerine x Reader

Word Count: 1,438

Summary: After saving your ass on a job, you end up on a long car ride with Tangerine and Lemon. Some things can’t stay hidden forever. 

A/N: Yes, I did spend more time than necessary on the Thomas and Friends wiki page. 

“Ok, can I be honest with you?” You leaned forward. 

“Of course.” Lemon leaned forward, too. Being the driver, Tangerine tried his best not to pay attention to this weirdly philosophical discussion. 

“I feel like I’m an Arthur. I’m too paranoid about failing and I’m too obsessed with being perfect. I think being an Arthur is my downfall, though, because if I never fail, I’ll never grow as a person.” You said. Lemon snorted and shook his head. 

“Mind you, I believe you’re wrong. You may think you’re an Arthur because you’re only focusing on your negative qualities, but I think you’re an Edward. Wanna know why?” Lemon held up his finger as if this was a teaching moment. 

“Why?” You asked, eyes wide. 

“For fucks sake.” Tangerine sighed. 

“Because everyone can count on Edward. Just like Tangerine and I count on you all the time if we ever get in trouble. Edward is kind and reliable, just like you.” Lemon went on. 

“Aww, do you really mean that?” You beamed. 

“Cross my heart.” 

“Well, if you’re calling me an Edward, then I’m calling you an Oliver because you learn from your mistakes and are reliable and hard-working. You let it go to your head sometimes, but you take care of others, like that time you helped Tangerine when he had a hangover.” You said. 

“I thought we all agreed not to fucking bring that episode up again, you shit.” Tangerine gripped the steering wheel hard. 

“He’s acting like such a Gordon right now.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, Tangerine can act like a Gordon, but that’s only sometimes. I mean, he did pull you out of that job just now.” Lemon reminded you. He didn’t need to tell you twice. You had been sitting in the back of their car for the last hour with your arm in a makeshift sling since it got broken while you were in the middle of a high-stakes job. You were in over your head and had to call backup, enlisting the Twins since they owed you a favor. 

“I’m not a fucking Gordon.” Tangerine looked back at you through the rearview mirror. “You take it back right the fuck now.” 

“I will the fuck not.” You snorted. 

“I’ll kick you out of this car right now if you don’t take it back.” 

“Wow, you’d throw out an injured friend just because you don’t agree with your Thomas the Tank Engine character analysis?” You put your hand over your mouth in fake shock. 

“That’s cold, man.” Lemon shook his head. 

“I can’t believe you two. Like a bunch of children.” Tangerine shook his head. 

“Hey, you’re the one getting upset because you’re a Gordon.” You shrugged. 

“Stop calling me a Gordon, you twit.” 

“Wow, nice insult. Did your mom pick it out for you?” You shot back. 

“Don’t talk about our mom.” They both chimed. 

“Ok, my bad.” You raised your good arm. “How far away is this safe house?” 

“We’re almost there.” Tangerine grunted. You continued to chat with Lemon in the back seat, the sky darkening until it was pitch black out. The safe house you’d be staying at with them was out in the middle of nowhere. Lemon had fallen asleep by the time you arrived. You were nodding off, leaning on his shoulder for support. 

“C’mon, you two. Get up and get out.” Tangerine put the car in park, shaking his brother until he woke up. Lemon almost hit him out of reflex. Your eyes felt heavy as you pulled yourself out of the car. Lemon took the keys and went to open the house up, while Tangerine held the door for you. The house was small and dingy with only two beds. Lemon took one bed and passed out without even changing his clothes or taking his shoes off. He must’ve been tired after the whole rescuing thing. 

You set your bag down on the floor and looked around, not sure where to sleep. You set your jacket on the small couch when Tangerine grabbed it from you. 

“Bed, now.” He demanded like an authority figure. 

“Where are you gonna sleep, then?” You asked. 

“We’ll share.” He shrugged. “I’ll leave you to change.” He walked out of the house, lighting a cigarette to smoke outside. You changed out of your dirty, bloody clothes in the bathroom and walked over to the door. Lemon was out cold, so you didn’t have to worry about being too quiet. Tangerine was sitting on the steps leading up to the house, smoking. 

“Those will kill you.” You said quietly, sitting down next to him. 

“Your job will kill you first if you keep getting in over your head.” Tangerine scoffed. You were silent and he wondered if he hit a button he wasn’t supposed to touch. 

“Can I ask you something?” He finally said. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re usually so careful. Why’d you take a job you knew you couldn’t handle?” His voice was tense. Not judgmental, but you could feel his jaw tighten with every word he said. It felt like you were being scolded. 

A deep sigh left your mouth. “I wasn’t lying when I said I get paranoid about being perfect. I didn’t want word to get out that I rejected a job because of the danger-factor. I just.  .  . I worry what other people will think of me.” You quietly admitted. 

“You’re a fuckin’ assassin, love. What people think about you should be the last thing on your mind.” Tangerine told you, looking up at the dark sky. You couldn’t see any stars or even the moon. Honestly, you could barely see Tangerine in the dark. 

“I know.” You muttered. “I’m an assassin with some anxiety issues. How’d that work?” 

You looked at Tangerine and he looked at you and you both laughed quietly. 

“Did you mean what you said? That I’m a Gordon?” He asked. 

“Wow, my words really hurt you, didn’t they?” You smiled. 

“No fuckin’ way. I just don’t want to be compared to some shitty-”

“Why do you care so much about what I think? You’re a fuckin’ assassin, love.” You laughed, mimicking what he said. Tangerine glanced at you in the dark, stubbing out his cigarette. He raised his hand and cupped your cheek, letting his thumb run over your skin. You froze in place. 

“You know, I could get anything I want. I have the money, the skill, the charm. Yet, things always seem to be just out of reach. Lemon is lemon because our clients like to deal with me instead of him, no one likes lemons.” 

“That’s not true-”

“Let me finish.” He took a breath, waiting to see if you’d stay quiet. When you didn’t make a noise, he continued. 

“Lemon is lemon. You come waltzing in and you two become best fuckin’ friends. You like him more than you like me, it seems. Everytime I get closer to you.  .  .” Tangerine trailed off, pulling his hand from your face. Before he disappeared on you, you reached out and took his hand. You could feel his rings and watch under your fingers. 

“Stop.” You whispered. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you, love. It’s just how I feel.” He moved to get up. But your grip on his hand tightened. 

“I don’t.  .  . I didn’t mean stop like.  .  . just.  .  .” Your mind was moving so fast and your arm throbbed and you were at a loss for words. 

“I fucking like you, too, Tangerine. Look, Lemon is my friend and he’s easy to understand, but you? You’re like a closed book and I’m dying to get my fingers between the pages and open you up.” You admitted, then cringed at your metaphor. 

“You want to open me up? How morbid.” Tangerine suddenly laughed. 

“Yeah,” you said, tension easing away. “I want to dig into you like a bug and hibernate in your chest cavity.” 

“You’re sick.” He snorted. 

“And you love me.” It came out before you could stop it. Love. Love. Love. The air had that sudden tension again and you regretted it so much. You shouldn’t have said it. He was quiet. He was staring at you. Jesus, why did you have to say Love? 

“Yeah, I fuckin’ love you.” Tangerine said, barely audible, yet you heard it. You heard those words and you felt like your world expanded. You let go of his hand and leaned your head on his shoulder. Tangerine wrapped an arm around you, keeping you warm in the cool night air. 

“Hey, Tangerine?” 

“Yeah, love?” 

“I love you, too.” 

“Well, it’s about time you fucking said it.”

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[i-want-to-be-a-poet]

God is dead and i wear his skin

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[thisispoetrybyamyy]

My heart kinda aches when you're talking to someone else. Can't wait for our turn again

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[shmothman]

Confessional

Pairing: Wolfwood & Reader, Vash/Reader Rating: Explicit (for language and discussion of explicit topics) Words: 773 Tags: gender neutral reader, Wolfwood's stupid portable confessional, trigun 98, reader has a crush on Vash and thinks it's unrequited, Wolfwood is my best friend who makes me want to punch him in the face A/N: this isn't really crack but it sure is stupid!

“You’re brooding,” Wolfwood says, coming to lean against the siding of the building next to you.

You shoot him an annoyed glance. “I'm not brooding.”

He plows forward like he didn’t hear you. “It’s about needle-noggin, ain’t it?”

“No,” you lie, “it’s not.” It’s not about him, or the way you wish he felt even an ounce of what you feel for him, or the way he was so close to you last night while he was drunk and now is keeping a careful distance. It’s not about any of that. Of course it’s not.

“It’d probably help if you confessed your sins,” he says, pulling out that damn ‘portable confessional’ with a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes at the best of times—and now just makes you scoff.

“Yeah,” you reply with biting sarcasm, “I’m sure it would.”

“Come on,” he says, grinning wider. “You know you want to.”

“Not a single part of me wants that, Nic. I don’t even know the however-many-sins-there-are.”

“Seven,” he supplies helpfully, ticking them off on his fingers: “pride, sloth, greed, gluttony, wrath, envy, and—“ he winks at you— “lust.”

You laugh, incredulous. “Right. Okay. You know what? Fuck it.” 

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you snatch the confessional from his hands, putting it over your head and crossing your arms over your chest. If he’s gonna be an ass, you’re gonna make him regret it. 

“You wanna hear me confess my fuckin’ sins, Nicholas? Here: hey, father, I’ve been lustful as hell! I can’t even look in his general direction without getting horny! I can’t stop thinking about making out with him, and every time he pulls a trigger I think about his fingers inside me! I wanna fuck him six ways to sunday, in every position imaginable, over and over again until neither of us can walk for days!!” You can’t see his face right now, but you hope you’re making it as red as yours feels—though, damn him, it does feel good to confess this shit to somebody. Even if that somebody is Wolfwood. “I am lustful every minute of every goddamn day, and especially every minute of the night. And, hey, Isn’t masturbation a sin? I’m super guilty of that one. Like super guilty. Like every night guilty. He so much as smiles at me and I’m gonna jack off about it. I want to ride him like a goddamn Tomas, and you know what? I’m so in love with him, it hurts!”

…Well, you’ve sort of lost the plot, now. And you’re feeling much less confident than you were ten seconds ago. You pull the stupid box off your head and hold it back out to Wolfwood, jaw set and face flushed. 

His eyebrows are still sky-high, but he doesn’t quite look like you’ve embarrassed him… just yourself.

“There,” you say with finality. “That’s my confession.”

“Hi guys!” the voice behind you makes the blood drain from your face. Come on. You feel the warmth of him as he comes up behind you—you feel his presence, like you always do. “What’s up?” Vash asks.

Wolfwood’s eyes dart to you, then up to meet Vash’s gaze as he grins predatorily. “Oh, they were just telling me something really funny.” He cocks his head at you, and you want to wipe that damn smile right off his face. “Hey, why don’t you tell Vash what you just told me?”

You’re going to kill him. You’re actually going to kill him. Glaring daggers, you do your best to make your tone cheerful, though it sounds forced even to your own ear. 

“Oh, it really wasn’t that funny!”

“Sure it was,” Wolfwood says, smug as all hell. “Made me laugh, anyhow.”

You grind your teeth.

“I’m sure it was funny, I wanna hear it!” Vash says, and Jesus Christ, why did you ever open your mouth?

“Yeah, he wants to hear it,” Nicholas taunts.

You take a deep breath. “Oh! Hey, uh, I just remembered that Meryl and Milly need me for—um—something! Gotta run!”

With one final death glare thrown Wolfwood’s way, you turn on your heel, pointedly not looking at Vash as you make your completely un-smooth exit—you can’t let him see the way your face is burning.

God. Wolfwood’s never gonna let you live this one down.

Vash frowns as you leave, sure that he’s stepped into something, but not sure what. “What was so funny, Wolfwood?”

Nicholas claps him on the shoulder, the portable confessional set down on the ground. “Believe me,” he says, slipping a cigarette between his lips. “You’re gonna wanna hear it from them.”

#this has been in my head for weeks lmao #god. wolfwood and his stupid confessional. #this is it this is ww and my si’s dynamic #yes they’re besties yes they want to punch him in the face constantly #I don’t even know how to tag this 🤣 #x reader #vash the stampede x reader #Trigun x reader #sef drabbles #sef writes

[st-alastors-confessional]

al, I overdosed on melatonin perc and xanax yesterday, I just wanted to take a nap. r drugs sins? I don’t feel sorry😒just wanted to ask

Drugs? A sin?

Oh-ho-ho, certainly not.

But safe practices are always paramount when consuming substances. I implore you to take care in future, my dear. I’d hate for anything to damage that wonderful soul of yours.

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

#Forgiven #The Confessional #St Alastors Confessional #TW: Drugs #TW: OD #Please please please be safe when doing anything drug related #We respect drug use here at The Confessional #Call your emergency services immediately if this happens to you #Make sure you look after yourself first #Then and ONLY THEN can you write an ask about it on tumblr dot com #Thanks for the ask anon x #Hope you’re feeling better! #From Admin x #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #alastor hazbin hotel #the radio demon

[jessieren]

As a continued brain cleanse plus Sunday confessional some of my favourite B&W pics of our boy

As has been noted before.. we needed a noir episode

Season 10 anyone??

Pics by EndeavourNeverland

#shaun evans #itv endeavour #endeavour morse #bts endeavour #endeavourneverland #b&w photography #our beautiful boy #we needed a noir episode #where are we up to on writing S10 #now that we have all the contract terms in place #it’s going to have to be quite a few episodes #to get all of our umm requirements in #sunday free for all #aka the sunday confessional #hot damn evans

[theplateau]

Ditch the Kritch Before You Itch to Bitch

So, I happen to have a little friendly advice that I wish someone would’ve given me earlier.

The moment you spot a narcissist, you have to switch to the “Yellow Rock” mentality, immediately.

And I can’t emphasize how significant that mentality is.

To those who don’t know, there are two main ways to deal with a narcissist: to become a gray rock (dull and boring all the time when you’re around them) or to become a yellow rock.

Becoming a yellow rock means that you don’t entertain the behavior of the narcissist but you still safeguard your authentic character from the consequences of becoming fully dull for a long period of time.

That narcissist can be someone you considered a friend, it can be a parent, it can be your boss—it can be anyone. Whoever that person is, don’t let them dim your light.

I’d say that I’ve been feeling my energy being sucked that I literally had to pause and reflect on the situation and how it’s been negatively affecting my mental health.

So today, I gathered all the courage in me to say that I’m ready to let go if that’s really the right decision for me. (Since I don’t want to stoop so low as they do.)

Sometimes you have to ditch the kritch before you itch to bitch.

P.S. Kritch is actually a slang term on Urban Dictionary, you can check it out! Definitely a fun, yet weird coincidence!

#personal post #spilled everything #spilled ink #healing #self worth #self love #self improvement #self care #writers #writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #confessional writing #writing #self concept #self healing #self reflection #yellow rock #yellow rock mentality #gray rock mentality #know your worth

[lunarharp]

day 3 - exchanging “love letters” and some greying hair

#witch hat tag #orufrey #orufreyweek2023 #hope it's ok to put prompt stuff with something i just drew for no reason. #agott sees the parchment in the pot while looking for a snack. is foiled by the child lock. puts it back. #also the grey hair thing is like.. definitely PRE any confessional letters..i hope it's obvious when i write pre and post moments... #yeah i drew today but i literally also spent hours on the floor braindead from heat. i dont do much else. #Anyway what if oru got early grey hair. *smiles* i dont have any btw.

[blasphemous-cal]

You might be a prince, but I am a god. And you will worship me as such. Go ahead, get on your knees, ~Your Highness~

What's the matter? I thought you came to my temple to pray. Don't you want my blessings for your kingdom? Don't you want a bountiful harvest? Fair trade winds? The adoration of your people?

Then you need to adore me first

That's right, pet, you follow orders so beautifully. Heavens above, you're adorable when you're kneeling beneath me. Look at those gorgeous eyes, I haven't seen ones like them on a mortal in a millennia.

Oh you're doing so well. Kissing up my thighs to work me up, sliding your hands around my waist and tracing up my spine.

Mmm, darling your tongue is just divine. I can see how much you love to give thanks, pet, your eyes positively lit up the second your tongue touched my cunt.

Fuck baby, keep sucking just like that. Keep dipping your tongue into my cunt. Drink me up like I'm the only thing keeping you alive. Worship me. Worship me.

Oh, was that a whimper when I pulled your hair? Who knew the mighty prince was such a pathetic little toy if you wound them up the right way. You're so fun to play with, pet.

You're getting so desperate to please me, your fingers digging into my divine flesh as your tongue laps at me. You're making me feel so good, my sweet prince, I can hardly help it when I arch my back and grind into your face. How does it feel knowing you're giving such pleasure to a god?

My my, what a good little servant. You love it when I use you like this, don't you Your Highness? It feels so nice to not have to worry your pretty little head about anything but how well you're serving me. To let someone else give you orders for once. Don't worry, my prince, I will repay any pleasure you give me tenfold. As well as any pain.

Tell me, pet, is this your first time at the alter? No? Well, I must say, I am honored to have such a dutiful servant stumble their way into my service. I believe I will keep you for just a little bit longer. What use is a deal between an heir and a god if not sealed with a kiss~?

#this is my first time writing in the perspective of a dom receiving pleasure so be nice #also based on two characters from a novel im writing #queer nsft #nsft text #nsft #nblnb nsft #t4t nsft #transmasc nsft #callisto’s confessionals #trans nsft #queer nsft text #worship k!nk #praise k!nk #royalty k!nk #blasphemy kink. #blasphemy kink #praise and degredation

[threadsun]

i too have a lot of worries about swwsdj being made more 'digestible' for people not accustomed to the yandere genre or hate anything not absolutely morally (christian) good, but thats not what i got from the patron post (this time lmao). but it sounded more like instead of going all out from the word go, sauce just wants to ease into the horror over the course of the story (actually did really like the snippet we got suggesting jack was just as scared we werent real)

Oh my problem with the new post wasn't the slowing down of things. It's the way they keep addressing the no route. The way they act as though there was never any intention of anything but full consent all around. Either it's bullshit or there's more problems going on than we realise. Either way, the idea that horror isn't meant to make people uncomfortable or be too real is bullshit. And the fact that they can't admit they originally intended some dubcon but want to change that, and instead double down on "that was never the intention" is concerning. Especially since if they did admit that there was possibly the intention of dubcon/coerced consent at one point, even if they still change it, the (christian) morality folks will jump on them and eat them alive. So I recognise that they're in a tough spot here, but I think the why and how of them being in that spot is important to talk about to hopefully help get them out of it. To acknowledge that there's people watching them like a hawk waiting for them to fuck up so they can pounce.

And this especially goes with the mentions of how much things have changed since other people started getting involved in the project. Because it confirms that these changes we've been seeing are directly because of the people who have been cosying up to Sauce to try to get their two cents in. The same people who cried when Jack used the word "slutty" and throw hissyfits whenever people talk about Jack being a bad person.

I don't mind the demo being reworked to be slower and less heavy-handed (though I think it's a perfectly good demo as-is), I mind the whole "no route" stuff that keeps cropping up, and I mind the shitty people whispering in Sauce's ear about how everything has to be morally Perfect otherwise they're a Bad Person.

#sunshine #asks #18+ only #it's christian bullshit repackaged is what it is #every single person who wasn't raised christian who I've talked to about this has agreed #that it's got christianity written all over it and then scribbled out in favour of 'morality' #like bro you don't need to go to confessional and get absolution for getting your rocks off to fictional dubcon #all fiction is inherently scene done between consenting adults (creator and consumer) therefore it's cnc #anyway find yourself some new friends who don't suck and want to manipulate you by preying on your insecurities #and write whatever fun bullshit you wanted to in the first place

[i-want-to-be-a-poet]

this time last year i was planning on killing myself i dont know whether i am afraid of it happening again or whether i regret not following through

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