#or how to use commas

[creekfiend]

I reblogged the "would you have been naturally selected out of the population without the advancements of modern medicine" poll and tagged it "bad news for many of you who voted no" and I got an ask where someone asked me why I tagged it that.

the answer is bc many of the advancements of modern medicine are invisible to us and we have no way of knowing in what ways we would be suffering without them!

so like, you could go "well sure I had a kidney infection once that would have killed me without antibiotics" or "I was a c section baby" or "I was a really early preemie" or whatever other thing that concretely is like "without specific treatments this would have resulted in death"

but I feel like we don't think a lot about just how high mortality from infectious disease used to be

like and there's no way to vote in a way that acknowledges "I would have died of smallpox or measles" but MANY OF US WOULD HAVE. VACCINES HAVE SAVED MANY OF US IN WAYS WE WILL NEVER KNOW

not to mention healthcare adjacent public health measures like food safety and water treatment!

so anyway. that's why I said bad news. many more of us would die actually! SO MANY PEOPLE DIED, DUDE.

#modern times have many bad things. however comma #i cannot emphasize enough how much less most people die of many things they used to die of.

[starrystevie]

as if they belong there, because they do, steve's hands will always cradle eddie's face when they kiss. it feels all too natural how he guides his hands up and lets his fingers brush over eddie's cheeks before finding a home on his jaw line. his hands might not be the biggest, but they can hold him, hold his universe between his palms. they're big enough to have his pinkie brush over the veins in his neck to feel eddie's heartbeat picking up, big enough to scratch his nails over his scalp and feel the way he shudders against him.

keeping his hands on the sides of eddie's face lets steve pull back and look at eddie whenever he pleases, like when he can feel the heat flooding the cheeks under his palms or when eddie smiles into the kiss and he feels the joy of it against his fingers. he can watch eddie's eyes flutter open, watch as they come back into focus only to get a little crossed trying to look at steve's lips. with his thumbs stroking his cheekbones and his fingers tangling in curls, steve can pull eddie back down to him when he can't take it anymore and push their lovesick smiles together.

it's not about control, never has been, not when he's holding a wildfire in his hands. it's about connection, it's about what he thought he could never have the chance to grasp onto real and there and solid under his fingertips. it's about feeling what eddie feels and following where eddie wants to go and knowing that he can drop his hands to curl over his shoulders to bring him in closer and closer until their breaths and heartbeats and worlds feel like one.

as if they belong there, because they do, eddie's hands will always curl around steve's waist when they kiss. he lets steve guide him where he wants him but eddie is the one to ground them, holding tight to the soft sides. his fingers need to stay busy and drum over steve's waist like he's an instrument of his own that eddie's learning how to master. he lets his hands pull their bodies close, close, closer until there isn't space between them, pressed one against the other like one entity.

eddie particularly likes steve's left side, where his scarring was worse after the bites, and how the bumps under his fingertips make steve shudder as he runs his hands over it. it's their common thread, their red string of fate, their missing pieces from an unsolvable puzzle, the scars that they share. feeling them against his palms, under his fingers reminds him that they're alive, they made it and they have each other. keeping his hands on steve's waist, he can feel him breathing his very much alive and there breaths. every stuttering gasp and sharp inhale and whimpering exhale are music of a different kind under his hands.

it's not about owning him, like he's just another piece of eddie's ever growing orchestra for him to use as he pleases. it's about knowing what makes steve tick, it's about knowing what he likes and doesn't like and having the the way he moves underneath him in approval as his evidence. it's about holding steve where he's vulnerable, about holding him where his own hands replaced bandages and cleaned off antiseptic and placed featherlight touches so as not to hurt the only person he could ever let himself fall for.

it's about having the most precious thing in your grasp and knowing how to keep it safe, keep it warm. it's about feeling like your hands can do good when they've caused pain and damage in the name of fear. it's about steve and eddie, being the only thing to hold each other together when they're afraid of everything else falling apart.

#yeah... this literally was going to be two paragraphs what the actual fuck happened #oh yall wanted some steddie fluff? here take it #does bee know how to use commas in a grammatically correct way? the world may never know #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steddie hurt/comfort

[kkkkkkkitty]

#homestuck #hs #kanaya maryam #like my previous post I do not like these so much #something I though was interesting while I was rereading her introduction was how much her interests & such overlap with Jade's #from fashion to gardening (topiary) to dreams...all caps JADE GREEN BLOOD... wardrobe appearifyer #I tried to use a comma oops. inherited advanced technology. tha frooooogggg. #its just called a wardrobifier I see now #You Forked An Innocent D Loitering Over There By The Shout Pole Minding Its Own Business #KANAYA BY----------------------------E! hee hee #I love Kanaya's hive #OH she has that same plush lunchbox setup too. #I don't actually remember her & Jade's actual narratives overlapping much at all...? #No hjtat is a complete & total utter lie. WOWZA. #I hvae to shower but thamatically their arcs have very much to do with acting in service to others I will wonder what exactly they *say* #about eachother although as a work I dont think that Homestuck is terribly effecient with its. ok hold on htis belongs to like my little #notebook not tumblr tags. I am abuzz. #excuse me goodbyeeeeeeee :] #*thematically

[theshushdragonsleeps]

So I'm pretty bad at expressing myself through writing cuz I'm pretty shit at it, but I can't get out of my head the scene of Jaiden comforting and confronting Roier during Festa Junina. It's the fact that Jaiden, through her own grief and self isolation, grabs a hold of a drowning Roier. Looking at him and truly seeing him and accepting him at his lowest point. Loudly declaring that he deserves kindness and love and she is his partner and that she is here for him. 

And I believe she will not waver about her conviction and affection for him. And while she may need time and she may be hurt beyond comprehension, she will never actually leave him until the day she is no longer wanted. (Even then she will leave with kindness and understanding.) 

In fact, until the day when one or both are ready to come apart and become their own person again, I believe that together they will be holding each other up. Unwilling to let the other fall despite their own pain.

And just, I love their partnership so much. I know other people in this fandom have been upset that Jaiden or Roier haven't been there for each other enough since Bobby's death, but I need people to understand that both are the type to self isolate when upset. Like Roier might still be a part of the bigger group and acting dramatic around others while Jaiden is acting fine with her usual silliness and then completely disappearing, but both doing the same thing. Both are trying to make a “joke” about how much of a mess they have become after Bobby died without ever having to open up and talk to anybody about it. Both are giving a show as if to say “I wont let you see how much I’m actually hurting because if you actually saw me grieve without my mask of silliness, I will become a burden and you will leave me” 

And by god if I don't feel this to my very core which might be why I’m so obsessed over this. Cuz despite their own fear of being perceived and the feeling of becoming a burden or being looked down upon and used, they are still reaching out and offering others nothing but love.

Like if I remember correctly there was a time when someone (I can't remember who, sorry) asked Roier what he wanted and he said that he wanted someone to fully accepting him and give him a place to feel like he was being cared about, and to be the one on the receiving end of love rather than always being the one to reach out. And here is Jaiden with the sun rising behind her with arms wide open bathed in the new dawning warmth, only offering love and asking for nothing in return. 

Bobby may have been their sunset, but together through the love they have for each other they are creating their own sunrise. 

 And just, ahhhh, sorry I know all of this was overly long winded and badly written and I'm deeply embarrassed by the fact that I can't write better than this but I wanted to try out being a part of a voice in the void of a fandom for once and get a little bit of my love for these two out there.

#qsmp #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #I've actually edited this down a lot and still feel like I'm not properly articulating myself #like there are things in here Im worried will come across wrong #or im miss remembering roier talk about how he wants someone to care about him #did i make that up?? #ahhhhhhhh #im so scared so im posting this late when no one else usally posts to minamize who sees this #also i understand my gramer and uses of commas and periods are wrong #Ive always been bad at writing and I feel guilty making other people read it #sorry

[darlingod]

I have an inkling Cardan accepted Locke as Master of Revels to lure Taryn to the palace so that her and Jude could reconcile. What do y’all think?

#also bc Cardan did this (comma) Taryn DID come to the palace to talk to jude about removing Locke’s title #it was 5 months since they had spoken #and Cardan knows how close Jude and Taryn were #he used to watch them in school all the time lol #he also probably knows Jude won’t apologize especially when she’s in the right #he told Locke things had been dull recently #I wonder if things had been dull because Jude was always bummed as hell without her other half #cardans always looking at Jude so in my brain I feel like he noticed something had been off #and a well seasoned strategist always waits for the right opportunity #I think that’s what Cardan did here #he had the perfect chance to get Taryn and Jude reunited without explicitly doing so #idk #I’ll probs add more to the tags later #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the wicked king

[reverienco]

Have you thought of N getting his revenge on J for all the years he has been builled by her?

i don't think he ever would. N is a naturally very nice and forgiving person, specially so to a fault. i really don't think he holds/held a grudge against her or V for the way they've treated him prior to his meeting with uzi. the most negative we've gotten was his "J, you're sometimes kinda mean to me and I wish you weren't. Just some constructive criticism!" but even then, it was prompted by uzi and he did say "constructive criticism" lol

other than that, he has THANKED HER when she stepped on him, called him worthless and terrible and she'd kill him if company allowed it; when she LITERALLY almost kills him and never complained about her bullying in the manor. he stopped uzi from throwing (presumably) an insult towards eldritch J's appearance, was completely chill when she came back as a clone????

bottom line is, N doesn't seem like the type to hold grudges or plan revenge against anyone, even if they've actively hurt him for so long. he's always willing to give everyone even a little bit of a benefit of the doubt

#N is cool and wholesome as hell #but he also makes me extremely sad. #despite being so kind and generous; always believing the best in others and giving everyone the benefit of the doubt #he was never treated the way he deserved until uzi came into his life #sighhhh. reason no.10301004 of why i love N and uzi's relationship #even as just friends because lovers are friends first and foremost for me and love isn't all about kissing and holding hands or something #it's about that connection and having someone who believes in you; supports you and respects you. someone who cherishes you so deeply #anyway woah rambling about Nuzi in tags? this is the equivalent of going on a tangent in the replies of our tweets LMAO #promise once we finish our analysis of Nuzi; I'm posting it here too LOL #ALSO CAN I TALK ABOUT HOW ANNOYING IT IS YOU CAN'T USE COMMAS IN TAGS??? as a comma fanatic; I'm outraged /j #murder drones #txt

[2018-01-20]

SQUIRREL FIASCO !

sypnosis. your secret boyfriend is not so secretly afraid of squirrels.

pairing. suna rintarō × gn!reader

sticky-note. tooth-rotting fluff + secret dating wc. 957

“wait, really? the suna rintarō is scared of squirrels?”

“keep it down,” he quietly hisses into your ear, making you snicker in amusement at the six-foot-one male hiding behind of you. “the miya twins are right there.”

before you can even open your mouth to start teasing, the hands that currently occupy the space of your shoulders abruptly pull you into his chest—steering you away from the small cliff’s edge and forcing you to step back. tilting your head down before suna can try to distract you, you spot the absolute tiniest squirrel a whole foot away from the both of your figures, and the middle blocker grumbles under his breath in what you assume is pure disgust.

“there’s nothing good about them,” he huffs out, irked, still using you as a shield when another squirrel speedily climbs up and walks closer to him. you smile at the sight. “plus.”

“mm. plus...?”

“plus, they’re pretty fucking ugly.”

“you’re too mean,” you laugh and shake your head, giggles bubbling out of you at seeing such a hilariously cute side of suna. since day one of dating, he’s shown absolutely no sign of any fears or deep disgusts—and now? you’re totally basking into the feeling. “why do you hate them so much?”

“what are you talking about?” the judgemental tone of his voice sounds just like a baby whining and complaining. “what is there even to like about them?”

“you can feed them goldfish crackers, and that’s pretty cute. don’t you think so, rin-rin?”

it’s so hard to not giggle again when suna only childishly ‘hmphs!’ in response. his cheeks are quick to warm up after hearing you casually speak his embarrassing—yet secretly favorite—nickname out loud, and he steps back to lead you towards the inarizaki bus and as far away as he can from the tourist spot.

when osamu suddenly calls out a, “you guys heading back in already?” suna visibly freezes, and you are quick to put on a smile. as much as you want to tease your boyfriend, you play pretend: because you really do not want to see the miya twins finding out about suna’s relationship with the squirrels.

—or with you.

“sorry, suna’s feeling a bit sick!” you reply, a hand cupped around your mouth. “i’m gonna get medicine from my bag!”

“feel better soon!” atsumu yells back with a grin and a wave. “it would be bad if our precious little number ten couldn’t play!”

you smile genuinely at his words, climbing onto the bus with suna glaring daggers from behind of you. you already know what he’s going to say before he even says it.

“...seriously? me, feeling sick?”

“it makes sense that the manager has medicine,” you retort, immaturely sticking your tongue out at him. “happy? there’s no way a squirrel can get into here.”

“very.” he groans, sliding into a booth and taking a seat without a moment to waste. you yelp in surprise when he shamelessly pulls you onto his lap, arms sneakily slipping around your waist to bring you closer to better feel your warmth.

“r-rin!” blood rushes to your face with embarrassingly record speed as you quickly steady yourself with a hand to his chest. the things he does to you and your poor, racing heart. you quietly hiss, “what if they see us through the window?”

suna cheekily smirks against you when he buries his face into your shoulder, his adorably unkempt hair tickling your skin. you resist the urge to slip your fingers through the dark strands to mess it up even more. “nah, they won’t. they’re all too focused on the squirrels.”

“uh-huh. and now, you are getting your revenge for me making fun of you. real discreet.”

“you deserve it.” he sits up, sticking his tongue out at you too in return and immediately earning a flick to the forehead. you loop your arms around his neck to pull him back in; the both of you giggling in between words. “squirrels aren’t even scary, you just thought that i was scared.”

“oh, is that so?” suna starts pressing distracting kisses all over your face, making it harder for you to continue as you laugh even more. “will... will you still tell me why you h-hid behind me then? i swear to god, stop it!”

he pouts with a pretend frown. “is it such a crime that i got bit by one as a kid?”

“...wait.” you sport an ominous smile. “really...? for— for real?”

his eyes narrow when he notices you trying to bite back a laugh. “don’t grin like that. i just used to feed a squirrel outside of my house everyday—and then when i stopped once, it bit me.”

automatically, you give up trying to hold in your laughter as an endless amount of giggles suddenly erupt from your chest. just visualizing it makes you clutch at your heart at how hilarious the situation looks in your mind. “a-actually? wait, that is too funny—”

“sto-op,” he pinches and stretches out your cheek, continuing to fake pout as you tilt your body back and laugh to your heart’s content. “there, i told you. now stop giggling.”

“fine, f-fine.” sighing with one last laugh, you move to sit next to him instead, a small smile on his face that matches your wide one. “hopefully that squirrel never bites you again.”

“yeah.” suna’s voice suddenly shifts into a whisper, holding your hand in his and expertly hiding them in his jacket pocket. you feel your ears starting to warm and your heart beating dramatically faster as he keeps good, steady eye contact—the members of his team starting to get onto the bus with a loud chatter.

“i hope so too.”

#based on true events LMAOOOO #suna x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #bye i love him #usually i see him as more teasing but i made him get teased here hehe #also let’s count how many times i use a ‘—’ #and an italic #AND commas #cries #୨୧ — 📖 : boo’s novelties !

[sugaroto]

Dorian: hey thanks for earlier-

Damien:...

Damien: I KNOW YOU ARE DATING THE QUEEN USE CONDOMS

#dorian:🤯 #NO BC THIS IS HOW THAT CONVERSATION BASICALLY WENT😭 #dorian is like hey thanks for helping save dani and the world maybe we can fix our sibling relationship from now on ~heh #and damien's first instinct as a big brother is to tell him I KNOW ABOUT YOU AND MONICA USE PROTECTION #MEANWHILE KEEP IN MIND THAT DORIAN WAS IN A COMMA FOR 3 YEARS SO HES KINDA STILL MENTALLY 13 #so hes like protection against what? #and Damien has to make sure if he knows how kids are made which ofc he does he has read every book that exists #also yeah his second instinct was to come out and tell him hes in love with the king #damn the whole family has a thing for the royals huh #expect dani she fell for the orphan boy who scams people for a living #good for her #dorian wytte #damien wytte #hooky #hooky webtoon

[moredancesmyraptheart]

i think a big reason bo burnham is so popular with people of a younger age groups, especially gen z, is that the views he expresses surrounding social media and technology and how they're affecting the youths are some of the most sympathetic and nuanced i've ever really seen.

as a member of this kind of age group myself, most of the people i know have at least some level of hatred of social media and the way its taken over all of our lives. however, when people start talking about how terrible social media is for us, especially if they start fully blaming us or saying it's stopping us from forming any real connections, i find that most of us (me included) tend to get really defensive about it. and to me, that makes sense, what they're saying doesn't line up with our experiences.

these views are typically very black and white, and very rarely take into account the aspects of social media that those most affected by it find harmful, for instance, the way that the culture that has been established on the internet means a lot of people my age find it very easy to overshare but very difficult to be emotionally vulnerable in any way.

the ideas bo burnham conveys, however, are much more cognizant of the actual root of these problems. i think there are two main aspects of this: his discussion of how this generation's addiction to social media has essentially been manufactured, and his deeper understanding of what the problems with it actually are.

in contrast to the idea that's pretty widely pushed that young people are pretty solely to blame for all being glued to our phones, bo explores the way that being the first generation to grow up with technology having this kind of prevalence in our lives has affected us. for instance, in 'make happy' when he says "the arrogance is taught, or it was cultivated", or in that bridge of 'welcome to the internet', when he says "mummy let you use her ipad you were only two/and it did all the things we designed it to do", for me, at the very least, i felt a lot more seen by those lines than i ever really have in discussions about the harms of technology in the past. i think the fact that he doesn't entirely absolve young people of our responsibility for ourselves and our actions (e.g. the line in '30' about "your fucking phones are poisoning your minds [...] when you develop a dissociative mental disorder in your late 20s don't come crawling back to me") is what, to me, makes it an actually effective critique of social media, because the way he expresses these ideas is actually sympathetic to the problems we face, but it's still sort of saying 'ok, things are fucked for you guys, so what are you going to do about it'

similarly, when he talks about how social media has been harmful, i think it's more empathetic to the difficulties we face as a part of it. for instance, in my opinion, in 'welcome to the internet' the ideas he discusses of "a little bit of everything, all of the time" and "apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime" are much more significant aspects of the damage technology has done than a lot of the mainstream arguments against social media. for me, i know as a kid before i had super regular access to the internet, i hated being bored more than anything, but now that i'm a bit older and i can literally do or see anything i want at any time, i'm never truly bored anymore and i miss it so much. similarly, in 'make happy', bo's description of the way social media makes us "perform everything, to each other, all the time for no other reason" actually gets at the core of what has made this generation the way we are and why our relationship to social media is as fucked as it is. by actually discussing the issues that young people view as problems with social media, bo is able to make a truly effective and genuine critique of social media and gen z's relationship with it that has done more to inspire me to distance myself from social media than pretty much any other critique on the same topic

#fuck me i don't know how this got so long #didn't proofread this so it probably makes zero (0) sense #also yes i know i write too many run on sentences and use way too many commas #deal with it #hope this made ANY sense <3 #bo burnham #make happy #inside #comedy

[fatuismooches]

Okay but… Learning that Arle’s curse regressed when she was with Clervie and wasn’t as bad just makes me wonder if that would happen with her s/o.

It’s not obvious at first, but the more time she spends with you, her curse lessens a bit in your presence. It might not completely regress, but maybe it becomes a lighter shade of grey, or maybe it recedes down her arms a bit. I just think it would be incredibly wholesome to be able to make her feel so calm and loved and happy again that her curse could improve in your company, if only even a little bit.

When she’s around the others nobody can tell, but when she comes home to you after a long day, wraps you up in her arms and lets out a sigh of release, her curse wanes as she becomes overwhelmed with peace.

AWW... so cute!! Arlecchino's curse had long covered far up her arm, a stark difference from when she was a child. She already accepted she wouldn't be able to see her lower arms and fingers return to their original color, but she had grown accustomed to it. Not to mention, you were never put off or scared by it, which was the most important part for her.

Arlecchino was a woman who always had her guard up, playing the role of a strict and unfeeling Father, carrying out her Harbinger duties, being the perfect diplomat. With her poised manner, it seemed like this was nothing to her. She even acted this way around you. But only you could see the very tiny holes in her act, when it was just the two of you. In the beginning, she wasn't very receptive to it, not because she was annoyed or anything, but because she simply never felt the things that you made her feel when you held her before. it was a foreign feeling. It was a feeling that was always said to be a hindrance. But when you kept putting your arms around her and nuzzling into her soft hair, she couldn't help but be swayed.

Obviously, she doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve, but, you can tell she appreciates your soothing company. You were probably cuddling with her one day when you noticed her arms seemed different, but you didn't comment on it because you just thought maybe it happens sometimes. But later on Arlie, ever the observant person, notices the ever so slightly receding of the curse. Naturally, she finds it odd, her curse hasn't regressed in so long, and she wants to find the cause. It doesn't take long for her to realize it fluctuates when she comes home to your arms after taking care of "business."

Of course, you feel very happy that you manage to have an effect on such a poker-faced woman. You have solid proof of how much she loves you! And it may not seem like much, but it's more than enough.

Another unrelated thought: When she says not to look into her eyes, because you may not like what you see. But reader isn't scared in the slightest and continues to stare right into them anyway. Arlecchino finds your boldness amusing but tells you not to be so reckless...

I think it's very cute, being able to be her solace after everything she's been through.

#smooches talks #arlecchino love notes <3 #i didnt know it regresses with clervie... i noticed it fluctuates though #for what reason im unsure bc ive seen ppl say many different things 🤔 (tramua emotions certain situations etc) #wow i hate not being able to use commas #well we will find out in the story quest! #i have HIGH expectations #butI LOVE THIS SM #ITS SO WHOLESOME #attacking u lovingly for this anon #its also funny how arlie is actually like... pretty young

[bumblingbabooshka]

 🗣🚨 YAOI ALERT 🚨🗣 [TEXT: Neelix took a seat next to Tuvok. He hoped the Vulcan would make some comment about his story, but a long silence ensued. Neelix found himself feeling unaccountably nervous, reading into Tuvok's silence a general disapproval - and yet, what could he expect? From the moment they first met, Tuvok had been aloof and judgmental. Nonetheless, his opinion mattered to Neelix, and so, inwardly chastising himself for doing so, he turned to the somber man. "So, Mr. Vulcan...what did you think of my story?" Another silence. Neelix felt himself begin to perspire. Why wasn't Tuvok answering him? Had he embarrassed himself that fully? He felt his heart beating in his chest. "I know I've done some awful things in my life," he stammered, "but I've tried to make up for them. I hope you won't hold what I've told you against me..." He trailed off lamely, his words sounding hollow. Tuvok turned slowly to look at him, his dark visage glistening in the heat of the setting sun. His eyes seemed to pierce Neelix's brain. He stared like that for a full moment before he spoke. "I found it an exceptional story. You have complexities, and courage, I would never have imagined." Neelix couldn't believe what he was hearing - Tuvok was actually complimenting him! He felt a little shiver of pleasure, but he couldn't for the life of him think of anything to say in return...] Source: Pathfinders by Jeri Taylor

#Tuvok/Neelix #WHAT WAS THE MOMENT FULL OF. HUH? #NEELIX'S CRUSH ON TUVOK IS SO REAL #Tuvok: Ugh Neelix. #Neelix: -tells a story about how he used to be a criminal and has had a lot of angst and heartbreak in his life- #Tuvok: Wo w......-twirling hair- I didn't know you like...had complexity. You're like such a tortured soul ..... #Neelix: ('I didn't imagine you had complexities or courage' flying over his head) O mmmghmygod #I know Tuvok is just saying 'I didn't imagine you would have had a past like that given how cheerful you are now' #like those 'we all have the homies whose jovial nature can't quite hide their aura of sadness' posts #But I think his phrasing is funny - especially bc the author is using commas to mimic how he pauses in his speech #Also him just straight up not responding to Neelix is funny. DUDE. C'MOOOON. <3 #CAN WE TALK ABOUT NEELIX'S HARDCORE CRUSH ON TUVOK??? THAT DESCRIPTION??? #I'm so sorry there is NO straight and friendly explanation for 'his dark visage glistening...his eyes seemed to pierce [my] mind...' #SHIVERING IN PLEASURE???? NEELIX. #Novel Experiences #Neelix is so hopelessly in love with Tuvok he is sustaining himself on CRUMBS #If Tuvok gave Neelix a pencil Neelix would treasure it forever - HELP HIM. #they are so highschool despite being in their (nebulous middle age?) and (hundreds) #Tuvix #Tuvok #Neelix #I love how there's not really even a straight excuse reason for why Neelix likes Tuvok IN PARTICULAR so much #Almost as if- #voy

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]

i see you look at him, and wonder if he’ll make you a mother, but if you get married, i’d object. throw my shoe at the altar, and lose your respect. i’d rather lose my dignity, than lose you to somebody who won’t make you happy.

#this entire album is just so ashjdfkjdsh #might be my favorite album of all time #home video #lucy dacus #christine #i don't know how to use commas in english meep

[theotterpenguin]

how am i supposed to get over zutara when they spend one of the most intimate moments in the series together as zuko trusts katara - his enemy - to touch his scar, his biggest insecurity, because of the deep connection they managed to form in such a short amount of time, directly paralleling when he refused to let song from the cave of two lovers, a girl who has shown him nothing but kindness, touch him

and how after this moment that they share together in the cave filled with green crystals - exactly like the one where katara learns the story of oma and shu, who fell in love despite being separated by war and are represented by red and blue - katara feels this same connection that grew between them and turns to look back at him one last time, regretting that she might not ever see him like this again - not as an enemy, but as a boy with the potential to be so much more - directly paralleling when she left the cave of two lovers without ever looking back at aang

#zutara #atla #going through the 80 drafts i have hehe #how bryke managed to accidentally write one of the best love stories of all time is beyond me #featuring me using too many commas and em dashes to be grammatically correct

[krikeymate]

You know the Eugene in the hospital conversation?

"Have you been to see him? You're his friend." "I'm the reason he's in the hospital." "That is not your fault, okay?"

How about a repeat of that with Enid in the hospital.

Wednesday quietly hovers in the doorway, she hadn’t intended to go in. She just wanted to check on her. Make sure she wasn’t dead. andifshewasitwouldbemyfault.

“You just gonna stand there all day or are you coming in?”

Enid was smiling, beaming even. Despite it all. Wednesday couldn’t understand how she could bare to smile at her.

“I didn’t think you would want to see me.”

Wednesday can’t bring herself to meet her eyes, gaze falling to her shoulder instead. asignofweaknesscan’tevenlookherintheeyesandtakeresponsibilityforwhatyou’vedone.

Enid’s smile dips slightly, head tilting like the dog she is.

“Of course I would want to see you! You’re... kind of the only person I want to see to be honest.”

She continues to be the most vexing person Wednesday has ever had the displeasure to meet.

“Enid, I’m the reason you’re in the hospital.”

Wednesday can’t stand the harsh tone of her voice, the way emotions were bleeding out into her words. She can’t stand the way Enid’s expression softens, the way it always does when Wednesday says something weird, or wrong. It feels too much like pity, like judgement. Mostly she can’t stand the way she cares if this walking colour wheel is judging her, pitying her, making her feel inferior.

Enid pats the bed, “c’mere.”

Wednesday perches herself on the edge of the hospital bed and tries not to react to the unfamiliar feeling of a hand slipping into hers.

“This is not your fault, okay?”

Wednesday goes to respond, bluff away her apparent transparency, but a harsh squeeze on her hand stops her, and she finally turns to meet intense blue eyes.

“I made a choice, it was my choice.”

Enid begins to sit up, and Wednesday wants nothing more than to react, to push her back down, but she finds herself frozen. Enid’s eyes are brimming with... something.

“And I would do it again.”

oh.

#/mp #my writing tag #Wednesday Netflix #Wenclair #as usual a gratuitous use of commas #i really struggled with how to end this lmao

[gisachi]

Twenty Words: Shinichi/Ran

Drawing inspiration from prompt challenges. Twenty prompts, twenty sentences of twenty words each. Fluff and angst. Pairing, ShinRan.

Dominant - “What do you mean? We’re not competing,” Shinichi laughs, licking his lips, “We’re in love, ‘course I’ll let you lead.”

Wartime - He reaches for her hand despite every resisting muscle under the armor — after all, how dare he aid the enemy?

Sleep - The tranquilizing dart is ready behind his back, then she says, “Don’t you dare, Shinichi… let me finish for once.”

Pattern - Whenever he returns, she doesn’t say ‘You’re back’ — for a tiresome pattern of two years, he never is, never was.

Discipline - “On your knees, Shinichi,” Ran glares and Shinichi bites back a menacing smirk, taking that as reward more than punishment.

Outcome - The worst combo - murder case during a long-awaited anniversary date - leaves him with the worst outcome: Ran’s week-long silent treatment.

Champion - Shinichi champions himself as a smart man, but Ran somehow manages to dumb him down everytime she smiles like that.

Waste - “It’s not wasted time if spent with people you love…” Shinichi glances at Ran, ears red, his words fading shyly.

Hidden - ‘Wait for me’ — hidden in Shinichi’s study, she reminisces the ten-year-old plea, forlorn smile confirming her final answer to Araide.

Award - To Shinichi, it isn’t the trophy that matters most, but Ran’s grin of victory from the bleachers everytime he scores. 

Book - Shinichi can read Ran like an open book - god he wished he couldn’t - because he’s down to the last page.

VCR - Ran smiles, a wistful one, before playing the cassette, a ‘96 news recording, “See, that’s your dad right there, Sakura-chan.”

Mob - She goes past the mob into the source of commotion, stunning Shinichi and the knife-wielding culprit with a roundhouse kick.

Speech - A declaration of love, a fearless kiss – Shinichi’s always one for dramatic flair, and tonight, he jumps off a cliff.

Sinner - Maybe he shouldn’t stay here, wrapped in the arms of an Angel, for sinners like him don’t deserve hundredth chances.

Immortality - Count Shinichi clutches at the faded photograph, and weeps – to live another century without this woman is his death sentence.

Girlfriend - “What if I stop calling you my girlfriend…” before Ran can react, Shinichi’s on one knee, a ring in hand.

Shaking - Ran thought nothing could scare him, until a shaking hand grips hers after the dentist chirps, “This won’t hurt, Kudou-kun!”

Westbound - Of the many times they’ve visited Osaka, they arrive with hands entwined this time, and Heiji and Kazuha are thrilled.

Holiday - May 4th isn’t a holiday, but she leaves work early anyway; otherwise, nobody will light the candles on his grave.

#detective conan #shinran #short fic #fanfic #one-word prompts #a wip makes it out of the drafts yay #dont ask how long it took me to finish this list #yes i get it i used too many comma/em dash. guilty as charged skdjsf #i had fun tho! a great exercise #counting words and shortening sentences #smth smth squeezing some writings before the year ends

[1o1percentmilk]

actually. put in the tags what your texting style is like (as far as capitalization, punctuation you tend to use, abbreviations, etc.) and whether you think it's accurate to the way you speak

#thinkin abt ellipses post #i had this post in my drafts for a while but i guess i deleted it? huh #but me personally i tend to use a lot of abbreviations. some punctuation as needed. the cool double space i use instead of commas #sometimes there's emphasis in caps for when i raise my voice #um... change it up as needed to mirror whoever im talking to... not a conscious thing i swear #anyways its more prominent in chats bc im more laconic there but yeah i type how i speak #very monotone and generally not much at once #and oops! accidental homestuck post alert #actually thinkin abt it more im more expressive online in person its the monotone for me