Dance to be joyful
I miss the movement.
Time was that I wouldn't stop,
Then the world got to me,
The odd looks, the questions,
The joyful jokes meant to share,
Or people pausing to stare.
I miss the freedom still,
The release, the difference,
The joy in moving around.
But it wasn't just the world.
It was people close to me,
Small comments barely thought on,
Just said in varied moments,
Until it became expected.
Once I danced wherever I was,
To music playing or in my head.
Once people asked me to dance,
Knew I'd improvise whatever the tune,
But that was once upon a time:
This is where I'm now at.
And I wish I danced more often,
Felt safe enough to spin or skip,
Joyful enough to sing often,
No silencer in my throat.
No mask formed for want of peace
Even knowing its failed still.
So why shouldn't I dance again?
Go and walk but dance for joy,
Laugh and spin to playful tunes.
Why not bring my own joy back?
All it takes is dancing again.
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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Prompt 113
“I seem to have been taken hostage.”
Batman’s words almost had Superman panic if not for the wry tone, a tone which the others didn’t know if their freaking out was to go by. Clark sighed through the comms, tired after battle and honestly wanting to go to bed now.
“I’ll be right over, what child has latched onto you now?” He asked while switching to a more private channel.
“I can already hear you making fun of me…” Wha- Oh. Clark bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he took to the air. “They appear to be a pair of twins with…”
“You gotta’ say it Bruce, you gotta’,” Clark couldn’t stop the chuckle when he saw his friend on the top of a building, cape curled around his form in a way usually reserved for the robins.
“... with dark hair… and blue eyes…” That was it. Clark absolutely lost it in laughter.
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It's not.like he wanted to be here, Jesus.
Not that he'd leave either knowing where they are right now— mind you.
"And who is this, Cap?" Shazam screaming child gives a strained smile, back straight and answers.
"My colleague–"
Danny interrupts, face finally away from the glass that separates him and space. "Shazam over here got grounded by mom, and since he had a JL meeting, I was to come along as supervision."
Batman is eerily still, staring at them.
Poor Billy, he's gonna deal with this alone next time.
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