Foaming At The Mouth For The Next Update Of The Sweetest Sting!!! I Love You

foaming at the mouth for the next update of The Sweetest Sting!!! i love you

It's done and going up tomorrow morning! 😘

The Sweetest Sting Ch 11

MC/Lewie/Marshall/Ozzy villa smut fic

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In which Amelia shows her whole, entire ass and Rora and Lewie get their happily ever after.

Epilogue will either go up on Thursday or next Monday! We'll see how antsy I am to officially finish the fic.

Ahhh, thank you, Aly!

I'm gonna be honest with you, The Sweetest Sting has been an exercise in "good enough." Because your girl is pathological when it comes to perfectionism, details, and research. That's why The Sun in My Eyes still isn't done 4 years after I started it. I'm so glad you wrote this post, because I'm currently down the tiktok rabbit hole of a certain subject for my next chapter and it's got me behind schedule. I'm crawling out of it and getting back to the actual writing so I can finish TSS before the end of April.

Also, below is an existential crisis I need to revisit every few days to remind myself to be conscious of my perfectionism. Don't know if it'll be helpful for you, but here ya go!

"Forget about perfect. It doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to BE."

nah, cuz I need to put y'all on @sparxaf's fic, The Sweetest Sting

I've only read up to chapter 4 on my binge of it so far, but oh my god, this chapter. I've felt the whole range of human emotion from that chapter ALONE.

The beautiful thing about it was, it reminded me why I love writing myself, and how much I've missed it 😭 to draw out that level of emotion from words alone is a powerful thing, and it's rewarding, to bring out that daydream you'd run over and over in your head, to others 🥺

and I asked myself, why haven't *I* been scribing away yet, even though I have more than my fair share of ideas I wanna get to? 😭 Oh yeah, the meticulous way I've been doing research runs so far, for my MCs 💀

Well, since I was reminded that in this case, the end goal of actually writing again is far more important than the "journey" of thoroughly cataloged research (that I may end up deleting from my photo gallery anyway, as I've done with other runs 💀)

I've decided a few new ways I wanted to approach my research, so I could get to writing again faster;

I could always jot down moments of significance in my notes

If I do want to screencap something, capture the moment one time, and move on. (Before, I would capture each moment a few times before moving onto the next, as I was unreasonably worried about something not being loaded in correctly if I went too soon/late, even though I inherently knew it was just my internal OCD-like symptoms flaring up)

Anyway, I wanted to thank @sparxaf again for singlehandedly destroying my internal OCD on this, by reminding me what's waiting for me on the other side of my research, that I wanna get to soon as possible.

Thanks for the tag @operationnope, my lil' spoonful of menace 😂

The cosmic ingredients are SPOT. ON.

The Sweetest Sting (Migraine Edition)

So this new chapter? It's almost done. I think I figured out how to balance the ending with some new Amelia stuff. However, I had my eye dilated again today at the specialist's office and I slept off the ensuing migraine all day. Literally 2pm to 10pm. So it's not ready to post yet. Since the new eps are tomorrow, I'm posting this chapter on Thursday, for sure. Also it ended up being 41 pages long, so I broke it into two. You'll get this one on Thursday and the last one on Monday and then an epilogue the following week. Unless my eyeballs fall out and roll away, in which case, good luck figuring out how I planned to end it 😂

My head hurts.

God, I fucking love her more than I've ever loved another human.

The Tortured Poets Department Prologue

At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck by a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spent years denying what's ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!" I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department