y'know when you write like a long ass fic like you're having a good start but throughout the middle you just becoming repetitive with: words, phrases and like descriptions?? yeah that's what's keeping in this dungeon rn 🚶
Expressing the difference between an appeasing “I miss you,” and a reassuring “I miss you,” is hard. Most of the time I’m using the appeasing “I miss you,” to extended family or people where it’s like, “I’m not going to go out of my way to see you again, but if I did that would be cool,” because I’m fine just catching up with them over text. But since I use that one so often when I mean the reassuring “I miss you,” I’m afraid it’ll come off as appeasing. I mean the reassuring as “I want to see you again and will go out of my way to do so.” The problem is the only differentiating factor is the people who the text is sent to! I say both the same way! Ugh, communication is hard and I don’t like it.
Next up on my series of rants:
Why the word “hate” has such a deep meaning to me, but “love” doesn’t.
Man I can't imagine being mondo in the middle of case 2,
Because like the entire first half is unrelated red herrings to the murder HE committed, and no one has even fathomed that he's involved. Everyone is too busy accusing byakuya, then toko, then finding out toko is a serial killer, THEN finding out she wasn't involved at all and it was just byakuya's shitty copycat of serial killer toko in an attempt to make the case more "interesting."
And the only reason Mondo gets found out is because he made a slip of the tongue. If he hadn't said "blue tracksuit," he might not have gotten caught or at least postponed them finding out it was him. The guilt might've gotten to him if they kept going back and forth for a while, and he would have just confessed like he did at the end of the trial, but like...damn.
tagging @treesandwords @kaiusvnoir @avrablake and @i-can-even-burn-salad. your words are: play, sink, swell, tongue and cradle.
my words are: bury, visit, breeze, plot, and authority.
this one was though. only two out of five!
bury
She trails off, mind somewhere else. An yearning that isn't his own blossoms inside Rowan's chest, a longing for something he never saw crawling up his throat to rest on his tongue, bitter, biting, angry. The first forest swells between him and Moira and Rowan shrinks under its weight, wondering, not for the first time, if one day it will just grow tired and bury him alive.
visit
nothing :(
breeze
nothing :(
plot
nothing :((((
authority
Once, when Ada was but a child of five and Ash wasn’t much older, they found a dying bird near the Bone River. They shouted for Rowan, arms flailing in the air, eyes wide as saucers, tiny bodies brimming energy and a touch of fear. Rowan, feeling very mature at ten years old, had exercised all his older brother authority to get the younglings doing something actually useful, like getting water or preparing a nest. Meanwhile, he cradled the tiny animal, eyes fixed on the barely-there beating of its heart, terrified that any wrong movement of his would break its thin bones, tear apart its frail feathers.
Just saw a comment online using the word ‘unalive’….’to unalive themselves’….
What the heck is going on. Why are ‘new’ terms being created for…what censorship??
..................don't even get me started. it's so reductive. we have enough words to capture the MANY nuances of 'unalive'. it's so telling when someone refuses to use expressions with connotations that aren't squeaky clean. not critical thinking skills behind that face. censorship for the sake of marketability is peak capitalist brain rot. it's unbearable. what's even worse it to see grown-ass adults talk like that and engage in self-censorship without marketability being a reason. takes years off my life. i said it before and i am gonna say it again but stuff like this is a warning sign for dystopia-adjacent slippery slopes to come.