#strongly

you're blindfolded. all you see is void. your hearing elevated, you notice the sound of them walking softly around where you're kneeled on the floor. there is a pillow under your knees, and a rope holding your hands clasped behind your back. you're breathing heavily, and the event has not even begun.

the footsteps stop in front of you, and a hand softly touches your head at the crown, running fingers through your hair. the gentle touch is followed by a harsh grip to the back of your head, pulling you forward until your lips meet flesh. you please them for as long as they like, gently sucking and licking away with no thoughts or complaints to be had.

you're eventually pulled off, and you succeed at not complaining about this despite yourself. a thumb nudges its way into your mouth, and you suck for another moment before it's removed. wet fingers suddenly touch you gently over your patiently throbbing tcock, but only for a moment. only for long enough to make you need more.

footsteps once again tread around the room. you hear a small metallic flicking noise and feel your heartbeat quicken. his low and gentle voice instructs you to stay still, and to try not to be too loud about this.

sharp, hot, stinging wax drops beat softly, one by one, onto your shoulder blade. the feeling makes your entire upper body flush. drip by drip, they patter down your chest, then your stomach, and each pat of wax forces the air out of your lungs.

a sharp gasp fills the room when the first drop thuds softly onto your right thigh. another when the next drop follows only an inch higher up. a quiet cry fills the room when five drops are unloaded at once, dancing towards your inner thigh. their stern voice reminds you to be quiet, so a stifled moan follows the first drop truly close to your eager and hot cock. you don't know how much of the candle is burned when the drops finally cease, your thighs both canvases to your lover's hard work. you only notice how loud you'd been when the whimpers actually stop.

i'm claiming her. she's brazilian.

I've been thinking about why that commonly given writing advice evokes such a deep discomfort in me (up to the point where I had to unfollow writing advice blogs that often reblogged respective posts and it kept making me physically nauseous).

Part of it is the fact that it's easily giving the impression of "never tell, only show". But good posts discuss that that's not the point, it's not a never this, always that thing. You gotta be able to do both to write a good story. And with that I agree. It's always good to be able to choose.

Part of it is that usually I don't agree with the point of departure in the show don't tell posts. Usually what's discussed are singular sentences, without any context.

She was exhausted.

can be a boring way to tell with much more emotion evoking alternative ways of showing her exhaustion, sure thing. But depending on the sentences before and after this short one,

She was exhausted.

can be a killer sentence. There's so much more to it then showing and telling. Length of sentences/paragraphs. Pace. Wording. PoVs.

And then we also have

She was exhausted.

which I would argue can be a killer statement that does not need any further showing to make the point.

So what makes me sad is that singular sentences serve as examples for "bad", "better" and "good" writing when writing never is one singular sentence.

But I think what actually rubs me the wrong way is the don't in "show, don't tell".

What makes me uncomfortable is how we call this thing we try to give advice on. And it might be a silly pet peeve of mine, I'll take that. But I firmly, strongly, aggressively belive that in art there are no rules.

In art there should be no rules.

In art there is no don't. And even less a "don't do a, do b". When it's about art, that kind of "rule" will get a stubborn "witness me" in return. Witness me using only tell and writing a story that's so good that even you will agree that the overall "rule" you gave me is utter bullshit.

Art has no rules.

I am all for giving people ideas on how to get even more effectivly and impressivly to the point they try to make on their writing. I'm all for giving people different methods at hand and teaching them different skills. I'm all for that.

What I'm firmly not for, though, is telling them what not to do in art.

And that's why the whole way of teaching people how to "show, don't tell" makes me really, really desperate and angry at heart.

Tell all that you want. You can show, but writing is more than showing or telling.

“I Want To Raise Up The Magic World All Round Me And Live Strongly And Quietly There.”

But like anways.. Uhm.. Hello there fellow Irish.

SHUT

THE

FRONT

DOOR

THERE IS NO WAY.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME I HAVE MET A FELLOW IRISH BLOG WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT?!?!?!??! IT ONLY DOOK ME ABOUT 3 OR 4 YEARS SHJKSHJD STOP THIS RIGHT NOW

HELLO

HAI