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fiercemillennial · 23 days
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Ready for Real Talk? Married Folks Spill the Tea on Marriage Myths
Marriage myth-busting! đź’Ť Older couples get real about the truths they wish they knew younger. Should these be talked about more? #marriage #relationships #realtalk #fiercemillennial #connect&thrive
Married life isn’t always sunshine and roses. Seasoned couples share the hard truths about relationships that need to be discussed more openly. Sometimes, we get so caught up in the fairytale wedding, the Pinterest-worthy reception, and the #RelationshipGoals social media posts that it’s easy to forget that marriage is hard work. No matter how in love you are, long-term relationships come with…
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nakakabaliw · 2 years
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Monster High redesigns of some Ghouls!
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yashley · 25 days
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It’s easier with people around you. To make you feel more like you.
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womeninfictionandirl · 2 months
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Michonne by Shana Fierce
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sorbeau · 11 months
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she was killing. she was dying. she was rotting. she was ripening. she was loving. she was losing. she was a woman. she was a girl. she was Karna Solara.
congrats to Aabria @quiddie Iyengar for making me sob and draw at 2 am
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birdsong-warriors · 5 months
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Early upload because tomorrow is a Bad Day.
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Part 1: Friend and Family
See up to thirty pages ahead, with timelapses, on Patreon!
Backgrounds, brushes, and other assets for sale on my Ko-Fi!
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knowthatiloveyou · 5 months
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Hannah Waddingham for Haute Living
📸: David Clerihew
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dykealloy · 8 months
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cemeterything · 8 months
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I know that your specialty is making fucked up lil guys who get more fucked up (which is awesome!). I was wondering if you ever like to write “healing journeys” (that May or may not include murder), or if you exclusively like making OCs worse (which is a vibe!).
I used to only write characters only “getting better” as how society might define it, but I am starting to branch out into doomed narrative/getting fucked up/no way back narratives. Which is terrifying to me with my own traumas/fears. You’ve inspired me to explore those uncomfortable places and sit with those feelings. Question why am I having those reactions when no one else is going to see me, and it has no other consequences for my daily life?
So I’m interested what it’s like writing from the other side, so to speak.
Thanks for listening to my rambling! I hope that you have a lovely day! :]
i have plenty of ocs who "get better", actually; recovery and healing is a big part of a lot of my characters' stories despite how bleak and cruel they might seem based on my summaries. however my ocs rarely tend to "get better" in the conventional, socially acceptable sense, like the arcs you mentioned yours used to follow. with my ocs, i like to start from a point of seemingly insurmountable despair, a descent to rock bottom that's already fallen deeper than light can penetrate, and ask myself "how could a person like this ever begin to find meaning and joy in life again?" and work from there. it often gets worse before it gets better, but at their lowest, a lot of my characters finally find what matters to them, and begin to pursue it. they might not be "good victims"; they certainly aren't heroes, or 'good people', or perfectly satisfied with their lot in life and unscarred or unembittered by their experiences. but most of them do find direction, acceptance, love and happiness. sometimes growth and healing means getting to be selfish. getting to be self-indulgent. allowing yourself to live despite it all. my characters are frequently outcasts, trodden underdogs, scrabbling for purchase on the edges of life, but they try to build the best life that they can for themselves, out there in the dark. for some of them, it's the happiest, safest place they can be, unseen and unscrutinized every waking moment of their lives.
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yabakuboi · 25 days
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Steve notices when Eddie disappears from the party, almost immediately. Robin and the others are crossfaded and a little weepy, and Steve knows they're excited—and scared. They're all heading out next week, Robin to Chicago, Nancy to New York, Jonathan to California. So they didn't notice it, when Eddie got up for the bathroom and didn't come back.
Steve did. Steve's pretty good at recognizing stuff like that, especially when it's painfully familiar.
He's pretty loud when he crawls through his own bedroom window out onto the roof, loud enough that Eddie startles and drops his cigarette onto the asphalt shingles.
"H-Hey!" he says, all false cheer despite the croak in his voice and the sniffling—the way he wipes quickly at his face.
"Hey," Steve says, going for softness and compassion. God knows he's spent many a night out here crying by himself. He doesn't want Eddie to think he's being a dick about it. "You okay?"
"Yep!" Eddie says, pitched too high and the words crack between his lips. "Totally fine! I'll come down in a bit so—"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Eddie's teeth clack together when he shuts his mouth, falling into silence as Steve settles down at his side. Neither of them say anything. Faintly, they can hear the murmur of their friends' voices, mixed with the summer night call of forest frogs and bugs. Steve thinks about chasing fireflies in the back yard when he was little, how the dark woods are near impenetrable to Steve now, the boyhood security long stripped from him.
Beside him, Eddie wipes at his face again, his elbow brushing Steve's arm because Steve's sat himself so close. Steve, carefully not thinking about it, leans over—further and further—until his head hits Eddie's shoulder.
The sound Eddie makes is soft and broken, so Steve tucks himself even closer into Eddie's side, arm going around his back, and closes his eyes just so he could overwhelm himself with the warmth radiating from Eddie, the smell of soap and sweat and weed, the feel of Eddie's hair on his head when Eddie bows his head as he cries, hair long and curtaining the two of them—Eddie keeping Steve, pulling him in to witness his private grief.
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thelesbianluthor · 28 days
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MANGA SPOILERS!
The way dunmeshi gave us a fight with lethal rabbits where marcille had to necromance her friends and the dead rabbits and showed it in their usual silly way and then hit us with marcille surrounded by the bodies of her team having to face her worst fear once again left alone in a sea of death a constant reminded of what her future is supposed to be.
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fiercemillennial · 6 days
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The Rise of the Very Online Dad: A Look at Fatherhood in the Digital Age
Are you following a Very Online Dad? Tag your favorites below! #VeryOnlineDad #ModernFatherhood #ParentingInTheDigitalAge #FierceLiving #FierceMillennial #Connect&Thrive
From wholesome memes to parenting advice, a new generation of dads is finding their voice (and their followers) online. Into the World of the Very Online Dad In the ever-evolving social media landscape, a new type of digital dad has emerged – the Very Online Dad. Gone are the days of simply putting up a few awkward vacation photos on Facebook. Today’s dads are building communities, sparking…
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fierce-sims · 2 months
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doods from last night… don't look at these for too long ok…
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mistysnat · 11 months
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not lottie making blood tea to make sure nat and travis come home safe and then having a hand in both of their deaths
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nadjaandlaszlo · 2 years
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anyway Nandor “always forgets” Guillermo is a vampire killer because he is used to nothing but kindness and care from Guillermo and forgets he’s actually a goddamn maniac because he only ever sees Guillermo’s love
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atesomerocks · 1 year
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welcome to termina
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