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nugget--daddy · 9 months
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snippet of my next short story
She wasn’t a role model.
She wasn’t a friend.
But she pretended to be. She smiled. She acted nice. She cared for the children. She acted like a motherly, or sisterly figure. But she wasn’t. She was fucked up. She killed. She killed children. she hated. She tortured. 
“-!!! Mph-” Sabrielle raced to the toilet, throwing it open. Uncontrollably she vomited, tears streaming down her cheeks, some mixing into the bowl below her. This…this isn't fun. She gripped onto the rim of the toilet bowl before she flushed away the remnants of her purge. Gone, gone, gone, gone!     ‘Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….. How are we feeling today? Lets see…sicky, urge to purge, angy…Its a hunting day!’ she staggered to her room…her sickles were slightly dull. But that would mean she’d have to hack at people. Make it too slow and annoying. Icky. Too messy. And she liked messy! So that's saying something.
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memorydarkness · 1 year
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Random ROTTMNT thoughts:
Everyone is talking about how Leo messed up losing the Mystic Key that sealed the Krang.
But, no one is mentioning that Raph also made a mistake, suggesting that they take the weapon from the Twilight Realm. 
Which lead to Karai being removed form Shredder’s seal, which in turn made him regain full strength.
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kiyomarus · 8 months
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Percy Jackson is dead.
Percy Jackson on a quest and being separated from everyone in a desert. Percy treading and trying to find them, driving himself to keep going by using Annabeth as motivation.
Percy going for days without food or seeing anything or anyone, trying to summon water to help him. Him becoming too weak to summon water, and collapsing near a gulf. The gulf being nearly a hundred feet away and Percy not being able to make himself walk.
Him uncapping Riptide to try and use it as a walking stick, trying to reach the water. Percy collapsing from all the tiredness of his life, feeling the weight on his shoulders.
Praying to his father to save him, wanting to see his mom one last time; he finally had a life he wanted just for this to happen. Percy thinking he can survive this; he was a war veteran and the savior of Olympus dam it.
Striking Riptide in the sand one last time, knees bucking and making him kneel. Incoherent words slip out of his mouth. He wants to close his eyes and die already.
The ocean comes to greet him one last time, circling around him as a goodbye. Percy thinking of Annabeth for the last time; his life flashing before his eyes. Everything he went through. Everything he was willing to save.
Riptide does not turn into a pen anymore. It stayed in the sand, awaiting the next great hero. But no one will be great as Percy.
Percy Jackson collapsing in the sand, all water leaving his body as he takes his last breath.
Percy Jackson is dead. And no one came to save him like he's saved many.
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I never thought much about what it is that I write. My mind flows from word to word like the rushing of water. When I was younger I would obsessively look for prompts, pictures and lines and songs and anything because I was raised to believe that my creativity was nothing compared to other people’s. I quickly learned that that way of thinking was complete bullshit. It started to get easier to write my feelings and thoughts than to write what other people deemed to be good writing. I try not to think about what I write, rather I write what I think. If I think too hard about my words then I’ll fall through the holes. It’s funny too, because during my day to day life all I can do is think. I guess it’s less thinking and more worrying. I’m always worrying. Worrying about food and homework and him and me and everything. But I don’t worry about writing, at least I try not to. Because writing is just me. And when I finally get the words in front of me, processing all my worries suddenly becomes a lot easier.
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enjoybeeduo · 2 years
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Each day, cAimsey wakes up with fear. The fear of loosing everything, himself, his loved one, everything he ever built in his mind. Loosing his place in Society, the pink tulip besides his bed or even his dreams. But the thing he could never loose was his home, because he never had one. He tried and tried to make his place nice, but without cGuqqie, he could never call it home. Because is it really a Home if they’re not here with you? no, you’re just trying to distract yourself while filling the void of your heart.
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luciferjeremywhite · 2 years
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butchfalin · 6 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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glorianas · 5 months
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a lot of YA and fantasy stuff has always been a little cringe and silly but at least it used to be cringe from the heart instead of designed in a lab to get teens on tiktok to use a certain sentence from it
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year
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Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?
Well, have I got the html for you!
Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!
Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">
Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">
nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">
yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">
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It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):
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Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)
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burquillos · 2 months
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Post-war shenanigans. It's all the same to him
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charlesoberonn · 10 months
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One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.
"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."
And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.
"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."
And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.
"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."
And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.
"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."
"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."
"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."
And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.
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memorydarkness · 1 year
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Random ROTTMNT thoughts:
What if loosing Piebald (or flushing her by mistake), was the main reason why Donnie put a tracker on all of them, So no one will be lost ever again.
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itsracco · 5 months
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I wish to be a star
A light that burns so bright that it makes people stare, and only a few will remember every small detail about me. A star that will shine even if the world wants to cover it. I hope that I can push past everything the world throws at me, and I'll be comfortable living a quiet life among everyone else.
Soon or later, I'll burn out. Holding the memories of everyone I cared about. Holding hands with my lover and seeing us become who we really are.
I'll leave a mark on this universe even if it's small. But I think that's all I need.
I want to be a star, not just to burn bright in the sky, but to show people that it's okay and you will be able to get through it. All you have to do is keep burning.
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We are nothing but a game to the Goddesses we are meant to love.
They watch us with their milky eyes and plaster grins, drinking their cocktails mixed of salty tears and bitter blood. In our dreams we see them, sword in hand, sword in heart. They hold our souls on puppet strings, toying with us until we drop dead. They've built their thrones atop our burial grounds, their palaces on our battle fields. Their marble fortresses are stained with our blood. They never have to worry about it fading, every hundred years there's a fresh coat.
One thousand years ago and another four hundred, the first Rite was performed. It was only Apollonia and Amalthea then, sisters of sun and moon.
Princess Elizabeth was the first to play and the first to win. Her goddess became Zorina, of Life.
The Second Princess was the first to lose. There is a story we’ve heard that says her goddess still walks the earth today, solemn, lost, looking for something she never had: freedom.
When Princess Creiddylad won two hundred years after Princess Elizabeth, her goddess was granted power over death, Morgana was her name, all because Creiddylad stained the world red with her Rite. She would do anything, anything to win. And she did. Of course she did. We all are supposed to win.
The Second Princess was the outlier. The Second, The Sixth, The Ninth, and The Tenth.
And now Paget. The Fifteenth.
They are the failures. The numbered mistakes. The ones that were never supposed to happen. They’re the ones whose names you don’t learn in school, whose portraits you will never see in the halls of your church or hear the choir sing songs about them. No one will give their children their names, after their triumphs and successes. No one will pray to the goddesses who stood by their sides as they lived and as they died.
No, the only people who know their names are the princess and her goddess themself. Only us.
Because to us, they’re the warnings. This is what will happen if you lose, the priestesses say. They’re examples of everything that we could become.
Everything that we did become.
It was never supposed to happen like this.
When Amalthea and Apollonia initiated the first Rite, no one was ever supposed to die. But somehow, The Second Princess did.
And then there were more than two options.
It was no longer just win or lose, the Rite became live or die. But to us, they mean the same thing.
And that's why we’re here.
We are the failures, the mistakes. We are the ones whose songs you will never hear and whose names you will never remember.
But we will make sure that you remember theirs.
Because they were more than the just Princess and her Goddess. They were children. They were creators. They were the outliers who saw their world as more than just something they had to fight to stay in. For them, it was beautiful. Wonderful, even. They were lovers, content in each other's arms. They sang and they danced and they drew and they smiled. They laughed like honey.
We never laughed.
But in the end, after the Rite was over and all that was left was blood and tears and screams, when their laughter were just echoes and their smiles just shadows, she still had memories of being happy with her.
That’s more than what any of us could ever say.
And for that, she is not one of us.
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descendant-of-truth · 10 months
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Shipping is fun and all but I swear every single time someone makes a comment, whether as a joke or in a legitimate analysis, about there being "no other explanation" for a pair's interactions, I lose just a bit more of my sanity
Like, no, you guys don't get it. Romance is not about the Amount of devotion, it's about the COLOR. the FLAVOR of it all. a character can be just as devoted to their platonic friend as they are to their romantic partner, and they don't love either of them more, just differently.
But because the majority of people still have it stuck in their minds that romance exists on the highest tier of love, I'm stuck seeing endless takes that boil down to "these two care about each other too much for it to NOT be romantic" as if that's the core determining factor to how literally any of this works
In conclusion: stop telling me that I don't understand the story if I don't interpret the leads as romantic, I am TIRED
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