blackonnu
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Escritora de todo tipo de géneros (principalmente fantasía) que dibuja en su tiempo libre, lee y hace videos entre otras cosas más.
I write fics in ao3 and wattpad.
⫷ Escribir es fácil. Lo único que tienes que hacer es cruzar las palabras erróneas ⫸ Mark Twain - Géminis
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It was funny when I imagined my parents splitting up because I didn't think it was possible….
It's not funny anymore
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Es como darle fin a una historia que no sabías que tenía un final, duele mucho ver a la gente que amas irse pero a la larga eso es lo mejor pues todos nos estamos haciendo daño estando juntos...
Pero...
Con todo eso, yo los amo igual
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Wow... wow...
Finalmente se cumplió... No sé cómo sentirme
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Seeing that ao3 dropped yesterday makes me feel happy that I couldn't read yesterday because my eyes looked like two horrible Christmas decorations :)
Unexpectedly a blessing in disguise
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Before, when all this madness had started he was dreaming of returning to his apartment once again and being able to live his life again as the amazing and magnificent man he was, he was looking forward to returning to his original body and feeling himself again, then….
Why?
Why did he…?
Why did he…?
"Why don't I feel happy?" After all the hustle and bustle of the day, of running around trying to get away from those guys and finding out that Cheoljong had succeeded in his task, finally, in the solitude of his living room he could accept to himself that the water running down his cheeks were not tears of relief that he was back.
It was as if saying it out loud had caused a dam to break, the tears fell one and another like a river and sobs escaped his now parched lips; he feels an ache in his soul and can only hope that in time it will end.
It has to end, this is what he wanted, now he's back to his happy ending.
Didn't he?
As he kneels in his empty living room as usual and trembles he tries to console himself and repeat over and over again that it was all over for the better, finally no one would treat him as something he is not, no one would yell at him for being rude, for not having manners or doing whatever he wanted, he wouldn't have to see them all again.
Hong Yeon his good friend would no longer be by his side when he needed her.
Lady Choi would no longer scold him or take care of him as if he was her own son.
Cheoljong…
Why did he have to leave them?
Why did he feel like he was about to die?
#mr. queen#mr queen#king cheoljong#jang bonghwan#kdrama#writeblr#fic writing#fic idea#I just want to take my anger out on this#still can't believe the end
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Mr. Queen ending seems like a happy ending for a total sum of ten minutes, the minute you stop smiling and think about it, Jang bong hwan was ripped away from his lover, his friends, his family and pushed into his time where he didn’t have anyone. He lost them forever.
Cheoljong is now confused as to why his queen isn’t like before, he feels something missing but he doesn’t know what. He is in the same situation as before, someone lying about their identity and he is committed to them. he will continue to be with So-yong and “try to understand” her all over again.
So-yong is with the king who loves someone else and she knows why, she knows what happened, so she can’t fool herself into thinking that he loves her. but she goes with it because she loves him.
TELL ME, for WHOM is it a happy ending?!!?!
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OH MY GOD, I'M JUST CRYING ABOUT IT. I JUST FINISHED IT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY CAN NEVER BE TOGETHER! HOW CAN YOU SAY EVERYTHING IS FINE WHEN THEY CAN'T LIVE TOGETHER? !!!! 😭😭😭😭😭
Not to be aggressive but fuck you 😊
THE MAIN PAIRING WAS BRUTALLY RIPPED APART. THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE A BABY. OUR PROTAGONIST WAS JUST DISREGARDED LIKE GARBAGE. CHEOLJONG IS GOING TO HAVE TO LIVE WITH AN IMPOSTER IN HIS HUSBAND'S BODY. LIKE EXCUSE ME ARE YOU MENTALLY OKAY DO YOU NOT REALIZE HOW FUCKED UP AND CREEPY THAT IS HOW CAN YOU SAY IT HAD A GOOD ENDING.
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OMG!
I think the funniest dynamic for arranged-marriage royalty would be a queen who came here 100% prepared to murder her future husband and rule as a widow queen in her own right, only to discover that the king is autistic as hell and responds to her wish to rule with "oh thank god please do, I don't want to be bothered by these people. I can just tell them to go bother you instead, if you really want that. I've got beetles I wanted to study."
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i have this like whole rant/theory on how digital kiosk and mobile food orders becoming the food industry standard is a direct result of older generation's insistence on 'politeness culture' and emotional punishment for failing at social interaction rules they created turning an entire younger generation of people into socially anxious messes who actively avoid human to human interaction because of being afraid to fail at arbitrary rules made to set them up to fail and now older gens are facing the repercussion of creating this new digitally-anxious era because they don't fucking know how to use technology and are being left behind because of it. and corporations don't care because less man labor means less cost and so now old ppl lash out at younger generations for being so tech addicted but the reason this even happened is because they made a world so hostile that the kids born into it had few other options than to withdraw completely less they get battered
but idk whateevrrrr
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Sometimes when people on the Internet are like "ADULTS CAN NEVER INTERACT WITH MINORS IT'S CREEPY" I remember how, at 12, back in 1997, I was on the Witchvox forums with people ranging from me to people in at least their 50s, and no one there was ever a creep to me, no one ever made me feel uncomfortable or asked for my personal info, and when I finally broke down after a particularly brutal day of bullying at school and posted about it they were the first adults I'd ever met in my entire life who told me the bullies were the problem and it was okay to be angry about it.
Kids need to interact with adults who will listen to them.
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So, since in real life I can't talk these things and people on the internet don't give a shit about my life I inaugurate this section called:
✨✨The downfall of my life ✨
To celebrate the loss of my mental health let's start with something a little mild which is my anxiety disorder PTSD or PTSD.
A long time ago when I was about 10/11 years old something horrible happened to say the least, I was raped by someone who was supposed to be my "family" and it left after-effects that to this day linger, I spent a long time waiting for them to get me help but when I saw that they would do nothing I decided to demand help, I spent a year in a psychiatric center getting treatment for depression and preventing my several suicide attempts.
To make a long story short I was finally discharged after a year and when I was getting ready to start a life with coping mechanisms the pandemic came, so I may not be in control anymore but the anxiety is something I have to deal with day to day, that person took away a big part of my youth, made me lose the desire to experience new things, and
And many more things but now that that person is finally gone from my life (because all those years I was hospitalized and on doctors appointments I was still in my family, and everyone knew what I had done but pretended nothing) I can start exploring the world without fear of that person showing up.
After this pathetic verbal vomit, I end this.
More coming soon because surprisingly my life is a disaster.
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New people with empty accounts that are suddenly following me, I really need you to do something that looks like a human person. I've been here long enough now to remember the old wars, and you are coming into my home wearing the uniform of our enemies.
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I don’t care if I’m the only person in the world, I love Clark Joseph Kent for being “boringly” nice. So what, he’s “unproblematic” and “uncomplicated.” He lives in a world on fire and chooses to be the rain, tirelessly trying to cool the heat. He’s a drop of sunshine in a storm that refuses to be swallowed or snuffed out.
He comes from a sheltered rural upbringing where he could spend all day tending to the fields and enjoying the warm sun on his back. Clark Kent has all these amazing powers. He has shoulders that can carry any weight, a breath that can turn fire to ice. His skin is like steel, but he’s not invulnerable.
He has a soft, kind heart. People who don’t get him would think it’s absurd his doting mother worries about him getting hurt. Him… Superman. Like anyone or anything could be a threat to him. She caresses his cheeks with her thumb and looks up into his eyes and reminds him, “you don’t have to be their hero.” Pointless. She knows he will. He cannot turn away from the fire, even when he risks getting burned. Not if he knows there is anyone out there that needs him.
Because of all Clark Kent’s many super powers, his true strength doesn’t lie in those gifts he got from the stars. It comes from the gift he was given on a midwestern ranch, raised by one Martha and Jonathan Kent. His super power isn’t in his skin, but beneath it. It’s in his heart, that cares and loves so much.
Too much to turn his back when there’s something, anything he can do to help others. Because that’s how he was raised. That’s why he fights until blood soaks his shirt. It’s not about justice. It’s not about revenge. It’s about love.
Clark Kent has gone to sleep every night with the ability to hear miles away.
He can hear every prayer, every cry for help, every person’s suffering. He cares so much, and he has so much to give. But Clark doesn’t want to hurt anybody. In order to save some people, it will require him to get his hands dirty. To stand between those that would hurt and oppress, he might have to do harm to do good. This cost has always stopped him from intervening before. He can’t pay it. A people-pleasing mild-mannered man from the midwest doesn’t have the guts.
Until he does. “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing,” a theme that is constantly revisited and explored in his character.
Clark does find the nerve to fight and get his hands bloody. While he feared he wouldn’t be able to sleep with red fingers, not so. It’s easier to sleep with those than pristine ones knowing there are people hurting somewhere he could do something for. If you step in the fire, you might get burned. “Only wanting to help” and fighting for the love his parents taught him, people won’t get it. They’ll misconstrue him time and time again. They’ll fear him for his power. They’ll call him a “monster.” They’ll be unable to trust he could have pure intent.
Clark will shoulder that all. He’ll deal with being whatever the media decrees he is that week, whether a messiah or menace. He’ll deal with the enemies he’ll involuntarily collect just by existing with these powers and exercising them. He’ll face every consequence, because that’s who he is. Selfless. It would be easier for him to do nothing. That way, he’d be spared hardship and could know a carefree life. To live in Smallville forever, never raise a hand. Turn a blind eye.
Yet he can’t, because that would be choosing his own comfort over others. He can’t live with himself if he lets other suffer while he gets to sleep cozily. That’s what makes him Superman. Not his powers, not his strength. His choices and commitment to love and do good. To get dirt on his hands, if that’s what it takes.
Ah, but he is too “perfect,” right? Which makes him a bad character. Hmm. How easy it is to write Clark off as “too perfect” and not accredit all the strength that it takes to deal with being thought of as “perfection.” With the mistrust people feel because he is just “too nice” and there has to be more. Villains tell Clark that with all his power, deep down, he must have moments he wants to hurt people. That the boy scout that wants to “do good” must just be an act, and they hurt him and others to try to push Clark to his limits and break him. Clark refuses to be broken, though, or let anything take away what makes him who he is in the “never ending battle.” He doesn’t let his love get tainted or demented.
He isn’t “perfect.” He’s good. Through sacrifice and choices, through hard work.
He never lets Clark Kent, mild-mannered farm boy, get lost in the battle field. He never forgets when he is fighting, what he fights for. In a world with such oppression, it would be easy to turn cold. It would be easy to hate. Yet if he were to do so, it would betray everything he stands for. Because he wouldn’t be fighting for anyone but himself. His hands are for protecting, shielding, saving. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, never has. The only reason he will ever hurt anyone is to save someone else. Clark will always be this way, because he is strong. This “perfection” is a product of commitment. Of dedication. Of love.
I’d like to share the comic that brought me into DC and made me fall in love with Superman. Superman: Man of Tomorrow issue #12, which I highly recommend.
Everything about this message is so precious. Clark Kent can carry Atlas’ curse’s weight, because he possesses the strength and resolve to achieve it. That strength doesn’t come from his arms, though. It comes from his heart.
Yes. Clark is boringly “nice,” “unselfish,” and “unproblematic.” He is some kid from the midwest whose mother still bakes him pies and, if he had it his way, wouldn’t hurt a fly. Yet he won’t choose having it his way over saving someone else’s skin, because he is a boring nice guy. There are so many fans that hate on Clark and call him “lame” and harass DC to make him more twisted. Because a sweet little dude that takes kittens out of trees, who cares about that? Because male characters should be “tough, aggressive, dark,” and some pure and sweet male character is just a total snooze. I’m just going to come out and say it.
Sorry, but there are plenty of DC characters like that. Have you considered that maybe you just don’t like Superman’s character, and his content isn’t meant for you? For some of us, a character who chooses kindness and stays true to himself and is a meek mild-mannered guy just trying to do good in the face of evil hits home. Superman’s story is more than about some guy throwing his fists and beating bad guys. It’s a story about not letting the world break your heart.
About not letting oppressors make you cold, and fighting for love. Not letting those that would abuse or do harm break your commitment to be good.
Some of us need that, and if you don’t, then move on. Stop whining that Superman is “plain” and find a character that you like and hits home with you. I actually love dark, grungy male characters that are fundamentally flawed too, and rather than being raised in a nice home that allowed them goodness, they have to fight to be better. This isn’t my taking issue with those characters. I love them so much. But by gosh, Superman is not garbage because he’s not them. You just don’t like his character, he’s not “poorly written” because of that.
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Okay I just saw the Puss in Boots movie and it's a marvel!
From the animation and story to the music, everything was meticulously treated and I love the message it leaves behind.
It's a movie that deals with important issues such as the fear of commitment and the loneliness it brings as well as the fact that we must appreciate life.
#puss in boots 2#puss in boots death#puss n boots the last wish#puss in boots the last wish#dreamworks
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There are 123 open ao3 tabs on my phone (yes, I counted) and it's such a mess, a chaos really. I cannot even bring myself to close them. Some are from a year or two ago and they are still there, on the off chance that I might read them. It's a pain, and I love it.
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yes *crying*
whenever Ao3 is down i become a ww2 house wife waiting dutifully at the window for my husband to return from the war
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