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the-end-society · 8 months
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The end society
If you are a writer, reader or something in between feel free to join The end society. Here we encourage you to write like its the end.
Writing prompts, remember to @the-end-society us on posts written that are inspired by our prompts for a reblog. Include prompt used.
We will also be rebloging writers we come across that we think could do with some deserved attention.
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And discussions that range from sonnet's to satire topics. Discuss in the comments or write your prepective in a poem, essay, wip excerpt or other and @ us for a reblog. Feel free to start a topic in our asks or @the-end-society us.
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sunnyanddumb98 · 3 months
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Sitting, playing cards, Talking with my nephew, Sipping iced tea, Watching butterflies, Fighting with someone, Dreaming life away, Of all that I could do, The time that I spend Between birth and death. So much more than verbs, Antonyms, acronyms of What you never tell, Never show, never do. Most time is up there Where nothing happens But existence itself. The time spent Wishing for a way out, Pitch-black garage, Still stagnant clocks, Faraway, muted, dusted, Blurry friends and family, Drowning in a bathtub Keeping the charade. holding my breath Keeping time away from walking from them or finding a way to my end Could never take back. Slowly, I drink my tea, Slowly, I start to see Everything that wastes time, Screaming life goes by, Daggers in my back Of words I never trust. Minutes are mine, And I use them freely, I know their worth In those I play cards with And laugh at jokes, Bring tiny tasks to Completion, fold the Clothes, and write Some more, about Wonders of never having been Really gone, just lost In the time I spend Between birth and death
February Prompt 12. to live @the-end-society
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lastprairiepirate · 6 months
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imagine being the one to open the door and seeing the stoats. imagine. how would you tell anyone that.
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onawhimsicot · 1 year
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i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.
But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.
Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way whether it be subscribing to his substack or donating to his paypal (that's linked in the article, you can ctrl + F to find it easier), that's all.
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coveredinsun · 3 months
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i’ve seen gimleaf fics where they each try to find out how to court by the other’s traditions. and i love those, so i think they ought to be taken a step further. and i think the way to do that would be, naturally, to make bagginshield real. allow me to explain why. ahem. after the ring is destroyed, girlfailure legolas spends two weeks poring over The Ancient Texts and stressing because his one (1) friend who WOULD help him (that’s aragorn) knows jack shit about dwarves beyond the surface (no pun intended) (well gandalf knows things but gandalf is a bitch) (he would just smile at legolas knowingly and wish him good luck instead of giving him answers).
so alas, girlfailure “shit tier ass elf” legolas is left to like, idk, sulk or something in the garden he starts at the Bestie Residence in minas tirith. and after like 2 days sam’s had enough he’s like “dude your vibes are upsetting the plants.” and legolas is like “my bad bro. it just seems i know nothing about dwarves which i probably should’ve thought about before, by elf standards, getting hitched in vegas.” and sam is like “oh dwarves? just ask mister frodo ^_^ he knows tons about dwarves!” and legolas is like “what the shit? him in particular? why does he anything about dwarves?” and sam leans in reaaaalllllll close and whispers behind his hand, “well you see mister elf, mister legolas, sir, there’s always been a very healthy amount of rumors that go around in the shire about mister frodo’s uncle, mister bilbo, and the letters he used to exchange with a certain king under the mountain.” and legolas, who was THERE, is like
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bacchuschucklefuck · 6 days
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while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best
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deadpoets · 9 days
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir
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lazycranberrydoodles · 7 months
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i do not remember the plot of scum villain because i read it in 2020 and it feels like a fever dream now so my characterization is entirely based off of the fanon on my dash.
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hualian are my favorite but i do feel that bingqiu deserve the win. tgcf is VERY yuri, but svsss has gender as a main theme and both characters keep getting compared to maidens. overall there are more explicit references to women regarding bingqiu.
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nelkcats · 11 months
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Amity Parkers in Gotham
Casper High students graduated. As much as they loved their town (which now included ghosts as recurring residents) they knew they had to go. Not because Phantom didn't do a good job, or that ghosts attacked daily (on the contrary, after Phantom's intervention the destruction became concentrated in the Infinite Realms), but they had to go to a university. That's why most of them applied to Gotham University, it seemed right.
Sure, Gotham wasn't as cool as Amity, nor did it include dimension travel to the Realm of the Dead (Amity Parkers had access to the Infinite Realms as long as they abided by Walker's rules), but they had a great scholarship program, and the city was so chaotic because of its heroes and villains that it felt...like home.
The problem was that no one taught Casper's ex-students some basics: Feeling afraid, avoiding your attackers, not attacking back. Things that seemed like common sense did not go through their heads. After years of dealing with ghost attacks they had gotten used to it, and knew how to counterattack.
So, after their arrival they were knocking out rogues, stopping robbery, and looking bored at the prospect of dying. That made Batman suspicious of a secret society of young soldiers, although it didn't really make much sense, was someone training teenagers? The batfamily was worried at the prospect.
At some point, there was even an "undead" attack in what was called the Justice League; Of course, the Amity Parkers were the first to establish a secure site and prevent the invasion from advancing. At the end everything seemed lost and the undead epidemic was about to spread out of Gotham, but Dash snorted and said that he would "contact a friend that can help", which raised the suspicions of the League.
Danny, who was taking a year off before starting his university studies, raised an eyebrow at the group he had with his old classmates. He shrugged before transforming into Phantom and going to the place, in a few minutes the invasion was over and Bruce was 90% sure that there was a secret society training a teenage army.
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sliceoflifebear · 8 months
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Tldr: I need a BLT pride flag.
Story time: I painted my nails with my wife’s nail polish to look goth for a day and surprise her at work. Great times to be had but I never removed it because I forgot nail polish remover is a thing!
I’m at work, we have old school blue collar conservative dudes that are blunt and nice. (Pending you arnt too open about yourself)
I am in the lunch room and one member who I call “Slick” looks at me. His expression was a mix of betrayal and confusion. His mouth agape and his eyes sunken with sorrow and hurt. “Well hey (bear) what’s with the nails. Are you one of them BLT people?”
Internally I held in a laugh. I told him the goth tale and he happily told me to use some chemicals they had in the back that would take it right off. I ain’t telling them I’m Pansexual, because I don’t want to lose my job and they don’t need to know. But, I now associate myself as part of the BLT community.
I need a pride flag made and it’s colors form a BLT sandwich.
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the-end-society · 3 months
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February prompts
@ us at @the-end-society and include which prompt you chose for a reblog. Write like its the end.
forgotten in a crowded room
Stranded on purpose
Broken fingers and chipped nails
Blood
Ash
Feathers and finery
Choking on the feeling
Risks and chances
Tip the scales
Why this agony
To kill
To live
To hate
To love
Whats the point
Bliss in a storm
Cherry pie
Eggshells
Peeling paint
The blues
Raindrops
Brush stroke
Faithful
Looking ahead for once
Maybe i will
Guts and grandeur
Crown of dirt
All the why's
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sunnyanddumb98 · 3 months
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If I were about to die,
I would not struggle with it.
I would not make a big deal,
been keeping up with big deals,
enough for one life.
I would make the objective of my day
to remember what life looks like,
take everything in my daily life
just one more time.
I don't think I would take a big trip or skydive,
I don't think I would bother myself
recording mi though or face for posterity,
no list of lessons, no advice.
I don't think I would spend it with my loved ones,
no lovers, no family, no friends,
too many tears, I have never liked
to console anyone.
I think I could not even change at all,
even go to work,
not tell a soul,
but I would take my time.
For the first time, I would watch
the tea bag infuse over three minutes
and find it fun, entertaining even.
I would take it away and properly squeeze it
before disposing of it,
I would not leave it in the corner of the sink
as I always do in a rush.
I could open the bin and leave it gently there.
In my daily routine, I would question the names
of every cloud, every plant, and
stop in my tracks to look it up,
just to nod and say ahh,
repeated out loud, tasting the sound in my mouth
until full and satisfied.
I would not search for a quick fling,
I think I would bake
those recipes where you have to leaven for hours on end,
several times, those where you measure and sift.
I think it would make me a better person,
a better listener at the very least,
not because I particularly care
or fear the eternal pain,
but I had nothing better to do.
I don't think I would stay still,
even in pain, I wouldn't rest,
there are so many stains on the ceiling,
there's so much self-pity.
I think I would pet every dog I see
and ignore every cat without feeling guilty.
I would remember if not immediately,
I would ask, not a hesitation in my mind,
the name of everyone,
even at night, I would sleep right away,
if day, I would do it anyway,
in the supermarket, in the job, in the street,
in the car anyway anytime.
I would like to think
I would insult way too much,
but I find it doubtful I even care that much.
The most I think about my imminent demise,
recoiling, more activities come to mind,
long tedious and fun,
that I've never been able to do.
The more time it took,
the more overwhelming my death became,
a long list of tasks to be made in a limited time.
The farther away I am,
the less time I have to just wait.
Oh, this again I was not supposed to struggle
this much when I'm about to dead.
February Prompt 10. Why this agony @the-end-society
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kuj0goth · 2 months
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An au where fiddleford “saves” ford before he can complete the portal and renders him a husk of the person he used to be
This hurts me more than it hurts you ❤️
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starry-bi-sky · 4 months
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more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny
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#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#clone^2#danny fenton is not the ghost king#so canon to clone^2 and clone damian the portal that ends up transporting damian to amity park is left pr ambiguous#so really how he got there could be one of many things whether it be through divine intervention or clockwork's doing or hell#it could've also been quite literally the 1 in 1 millionth chance that a natural portal opened up beneath him and sent him to amity#and was a happy accident#but the idea that the laz pits or another adjacent such entity heard damian wanting an older brother (he meant og damian but oops never-#specified) and then sends him to the one person who could fulfill that wish and make him happy at the same time.#was really funny to me within the context of the lilo and stitch meme. the meme can also be seen the other way around with danny as lilo#and damian as stitch. but danny being stitch was infinitely funnier and ~technically~ more accurate imo#danny technically IS a nice angel but also. he's a developing menace to society (just ask wes) and he's going to make damian one too#danny being from the midwest means he has a midwestern accent and thats not something the bats know how to handle when they finally meet hi#hey look at that! my meme making skills are steadily improving. im no longer making the same joke six different times in different formats#those first two images i made a few days ago the rest i made in the last thirty minutes in a spur of clone^2 induced inspiration#and procrastination of writing the cfau rewrite of the first post. we are 10k words deep folks and just barely got past the 1st gala reunio#dunking on the giw is a god-given right and danny WILL pass it down to damian
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randomgurl2326 · 5 months
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Today I will be honoring Neil Perry, may he rest in peace. We will never know his great face any longer.
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R.I.P.
Neil Perry 🕊️
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life”
November 10, 1942 —
December 15, 1959
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lusinzak · 11 months
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Me, starting a book, being fully aware that it will destroy me mentally and emotionally: Now the fun begins!!!
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