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mcflymemes · 1 year

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PROMPTS FROM BATMAN * assorted dialogue from the 1989 film

i want you to do me a favor.

i know who you are.

can you pass the salt?

why is it every time i come for you, somebody always gets in the way.

who do you trust?

are we gonna try to love each other?

i thought i was a pisces!

i like you a lot.

you know what they say?

that wasn't easy to get over, and don't think that i didn't try.

he stole my balloons!

i'm sorry, this is my cab.

i've gotta go to work.

perhaps you could try telling them the truth.

i love that tie.

listen, i was here first!

pardon me, but that's not a denial.

nice outfit!

if you gotta go, go with a smile.

i'm only laughing on the outside.

shall we dance?

what? what are you talking about?

it's an important job.

my life is really... complex.

i mean, how childish can you get?

i don't know if it's art, but i like it!

i've been dead once already.

i'm gonna need a minute or two alone.

who the hell are you?

i've recently had a tragedy in my life.

i have no wish to fill my few remaining years grieving for the loss of old friends.

they say he drinks blood.

oh, you're a visionary.

they don't make them like they used to.

you idiot! you made me!

i don't seem to be on the guest list.

you wanna get nuts? come on. let's get nuts.

i always ask that of my prey.

you killed my parents.

they're not bad people.

i thought champagne would be in order.

what are you?

will you marry me?

you look fine.

maybe we can cut a deal.

they love you a lot.

i'm not going to kill you.

i say... you're full of shit.

i'm not a bit surprised.

come on, you gruesome son of a bitch!

i just like the sound of it.

what are you laughing at?

take your camera.

i'm glad you're dead.

what do you want?

oh thank god you're alive.

hey, let's beat it.

we'll just shake hands and that'll be it.

grab it. whatever you do, don't let go.

right now, shut up.

feel free to drop in.

i'm going to kill you!

i don't like it up here.

oh, i got a live one here!

as you can see, i'm a lot happier.

now that's good work!

you know why they're so odd?

will you buy me lunch?

i didn't ask.

i like them already.

i couldn't find my socks without them.

you wouldn't hit a guy with glasses on, would you?

if you could see inside, i'm really crying.

you must be joking.

nobody wants a war.

you can quote me on that.

i've got to get you to the church on time.

if anyone else calls you beast, i'll rip their lungs out.

where does he get those wonderful toys?

don't kill me! don't kill me!

how do you know?

is that what you heard?

well, i'm in trouble now.

i love a good party.

let's broaden our minds.

what a dick.

i'd say we break into the place, trash the office, and make off with the records and say it was industrial espionage.

i make art until someone dies.

this house and all this stuff really doesn't seem like you at all.

honey, you'll never believe what happened to me today.

wait 'til they get a load of me.

can we get somebody else to do this?

what if we say no?

you say such beautiful things.

the pen is truly mightier than the sword.

some people say the same thing about you.

i mean, let's face it. you're not exactly normal, are you?

do i look like i'm joking?

you must be insane.

i'm reading your stuff.

i'm no picasso, but do you like it?

so what brings you here?

life's been good to me.

stop the press! who is that?

shut up and listen!

don't flatter yourself.

haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?

i want you to tell all your friends about me.

it's time to retire!

brought you a little snack.

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opheliajupiter99 · 3 months

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Lil' Gid (Part 2)

It was the early morning of the next day, cozily tucked away within the Inn at the End of the Road. After the initial scare and subsequent settling of Kremy's new friend from the other side, Kremy had fallen asleep back on his bed with the little doll tucked away in his jacket pocket.

Of course, the doll couldn't actually -sleep-, all it was really doing was laying there, waiting for Kremy to wake up. As such, it'd grown quite bored, especially since the Baron had told it quite a good deal of the others in the inn, and the curiosity combined with the boredom eventually drove it to carefully pull itself free of Kremy's pocket and hop down onto the ground, shuffling off and slipping through the door.

First, the little doll ended up in Gricko's room, peeking through the crack in the door before waddling on in. Gricko was curled up at the foot of the bed, fast asleep, while Hootsie was tucked snuggly in the bed itself, blankets pulled up tightly around her and a little stuffed toy cradled in her little claws.

As the door creaked open, Hootsie squirmed, peeking one of her big eyes open. At the sight of the doll, both eyes shot open wide in surprise. The doll waved, miming a giggle, before waddling up to the bed, hefting itself up with the aid of its chains.

Hootsie quickly pulled the doll in close to cuddle it; it didn't just -look- like Uncle Gideon, it smelled like him too! Maybe papa had gotten it for her as an early birthday present! Oh, this was the best day ever! Hootsie snuggled against the doll cheerfully, and eventually, as she was used to chew toys especially, nipped into the doll.

The doll didn't move against it, as he didn't feel it - somebody however, certainly did...

"FUCK!" Gideon shouted as he shot up in bed, his white shirt stained partially red as out of seemingly nowhere, a beak-shaped bite wound had appeared on his chest, gradually seeping out blood as he frantically dabbed at it with his blanket.

Kremy burst into the room shortly after, awoken almost immediately by the sound of Gid screaming. "What happened?!" Gid gestured to his chest, still dabbing away at the bleeding wound. "I dunno man, I just woke up to a shitton of pain outta nowhere, and this ugly thing!"

Almost immediately putting the pieces together, Kremy patted down his jacket, in such a panic to rush to Gid's scream he hadn't even realized the doll wasn't there until just now. "Ah shit...Gid, stay here, I'll be right back."

Without waiting for Gid to respond, he rushed to Gricko's room, flinging open the door, Gricko, who'd also been woken up by Gid's scream, trying to get Hootsie to hand the doll over to him; gently of course, which was probably why the wound on Gid's chest hadn't gotten worse.

"Hootsie! Gimme the doll, you're hurtin' Uncle Gid!" Hootsie let out a whimpering hoot, hanging her head at her papa, and now Uncle Kremy's, scoldings, spitting out the doll, who sat itself up on the bed and dusted itself off.

"Goddamnit ya lil' shit, I told ya to stay in my room til' I woke up!" The doll put its stubby hands to the side of its head in an 'oh no!' kind of pose, then mimed another giggle. "You know this lil' fella, Kremy?" Gricko said; of course, given it was a voodoo doll of all things, that'd perhaps be assumed, but suffice to say things were a bit frazzled at the moment.

"The Baron sent him up topside to help us. I'm sorry, I shoulda locked my door, I was just really all over the place last night; when the lil' fucker first came in, I thought I was dead and buried." He huffed, looking back to the doll. "Now come on, let's getcha sewn up."

"But shouldn't I help Gid, I can get some banay-" Gricko began, but Kremy waved a hand. "Nah, voodoo doll's don't work like that, Gricko, to heal the wound ya gotta fix the doll, ya can't heal it normal. Ya can throw whatever ya want at the wound and it won't do shit if the doll's still torn, that's part of why they work so well."

So, Kremy sat down and began to stitch up the doll, which in turn began to seal up Gid's wound. As expected, Lil' Gid was a troublemaker, though to expect anything less of a being from the other side was a foolish endeavor. But, even with that, Lil' Gid's intentions did indeed lie in helping - if it could stay in one piece long enough to help, anyways.

#once upon a witchlight #once upon a witchlight fanfic #gricko grimgrin #kremy lecroux #gideon coal

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dcmainlybillythoughts · 1 year

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You can give me a name if you would like, I would love to see what you can come up with my friend.

Billy is going to have a hell of a time explaining everything to them, especially the fact that he may or may not technically sort of maybe be just a little homeless? This statement is immediately followed by the tiny feral child pulling a pocket knife when someone mentions that they can find him a nice foster home and he replies, "I am *NOT* going back in the system! *Fuck* the system, you wanna help me? Find an apartment that won't raise an eye brow at me living alone there." Billy gets Very Angry at any mentions of Foster Care and does let slip he has a living relative but "frankly the system is safer than he is."

It takes a lot of debate but Billy ends up agreeing to stay on the watch tower at least part time when he needs somewhere safe to sleep.

Took a while to respond to this one because I was brainstorming names for you. You'd think after so many OCs I'd be better at this. I don't know your pronouns so I searched a bunch of unisex names and settled on Beck, let me know if you like it, it's okay if you don't. Anyway back to the prompt-

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After about a week of recovery for everyone so their wounds could heal and to repair their cities, they held a meeting to get a full explanation out of the Captain. He gives his story, leaving out all the unnecessary details (aka all the things that tell people he's homeless) but then someone asks him why he was even in that alley to begin with.

Billy: Ah- wellll uhhhh

JL: ???

Billy: So as you can tell I may or may not have left some details out of that story that I was not planning to tell you but now I feel like I have to.

Batman: What is it?

Billy gradually getting quieter as a talks: I may or may not be living on the streets...

Then the whole fiasco of that reaction ensues. (Think someone had an aneurysm back there.) Til someone asks why he isn't in the foster system, they would have asked about parents first but in this profession you gotta know better.

Billy scrambling out of his chair, practically bolting away just to those words: You'll never take me back alive! They done fucked me over before, I'm not running away from the twelfth shitty home the system gives me! Or worse, they'll send me back to juvie!

Wonder Woman: Twelfth? Wait how many times have you run away from them?

(Hal) Green Lantern: Wait juvie? Kid what have you done before?

By that point when everyone else is just getting out of their chairs to give chase to the little gremlin he's halfway to the zeta beams. Poor planning though on his part, Flash was also in the meeting.

After they manage to get him to chase Billy and bring him back to the table they get a response. Of course after Billy calms down and they promise to not send him back.

Billy: Okay so the twelve families thing. I've run away and closed off eleven foster homes before. After just a few you're labeled as a troubled kid and put on watch. Eventually they stop being able to find families who want you so you either get sent to juvie or they don't care anymore and you slip through the cracks.

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Idk how to carry a conversation after that info dump. Would Billy actually give that much information in this kind of situation? No, probably not, he has trust issues for a reason. But I wrote it down and I don't wanna erase it now. I know it doesn't go with what you wrote in your end but I thought it was funny, forgive my rambling.

#Anon i thought about naming you Justice but it felt too cliche here #lemme know what you think #also those 11 homes were actually from the movie #ran away 28 times from a total of 11 homes #billy batson #shazam #captain marvel #dc #dc captain marvel #justice league #<3 #also he's probably been to juvie for crimes too btw

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thecollectionsof · 4 months

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i'm doing this late because i pinky promised myself that i wasn't allowed to do this until my work for the week was done. but now it is !!!!! i'm free !!!!!! thank you lovely @rialitysworld and @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for tagging me i love you :)

💖A WLW ship that's your go to for when you need to read some shameless smut

goodecox!! between predictable and beloved @aqpippin and the literary masterpieces she creates it is definitely The Ship to me :)

❤️ Tropes in WLW fics/media that give you life

i love and adore the mutual pining/idiots to lovers/friends to lovers sweetness that i think crygi fics encapsulate so well but also. soulmate aus. hanahaki aus. any fun interesting concept like that is always super fun :)

🧡 A song that heals your feels about that angsty WLW ship of yours

okay i'm cheating becuse it's not a song but every time i reread mar's hanahaki au i have to go watch lemyanka videos or at least go through their tag so i'm not sad anymore. but i have to read it so much it's so GOOD

💛 A WLW writer that deserves their time in the sun (author spotlight)

showing the judges versatility i'm not gonna only say loml @gggoode even though we know that is always and forever my answer. i can and will tell you anything and everything about every fic posted because AGH. and also AHHHHHH <3

@sexynetra - i know y'all know rawnsyf BUT if you haven't read the crygi olympics au it's SO cute they're SO in love. and the amandawn??? incredible you gotta read it

@sweetlikesunflowersandhoney - the way she writes makes me fall in love with the world and i mean that. like her writing makes me want to love the world and love myself more, i swear it's her superpower. she has magical words :)

💚 A picture of one of your fave WLW ships in nature, or in their natural habitat

🩵 Recommend a WLW fic that you think more people should read

okay has everyone read the uk2 gbbo au by @junosjukebox because i saw a uk2 video the other day and was gripped by the sudden and Very Strong need to read it again and it's currently waiting for me as one of my tabs for when i have reading fics hours later :) it's incredible and actually got me to watch uk2 you NEED to read it (it's a must)

💙 Three colours that remind you of your WLW OTP

orange, purple, and pink! (for crygi <3)

💜 Thoughts on soulmates in fiction

good ones. great ones. i can definitely see how it could make me uncomfy if it isn't written well, but the soulmate aus i've read here are lovely and amazing and make it seem so beautiful <3

a few examples of the incredible soulmate aus here: (mar's halldoll) (til forever falls apart) (this gottlux) (crygi where it's also smut) (the florist crystal famous nicky model gigi one that makes me want to scream in the best way possible)

okay i'm gonna tag @sexynetra @aqpippin @adoordelano @myhusbandharryhamilton and @lemyankajuiced :)

#i am late to the party if i tagged you and you already did it i'm sorry !!!!!!!!#that's a cool casual amount of words. i spent a normal amount of time on this #tag games!

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candied-boys · 10 months

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Luke's POV x F! Reader - Part 2

Warning: Dark Content!

Including but not limited to references to prostitution, child neglect and abuse, war and death, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, suicidal ideation, and historically accurate ages for relations. The dark content is almost entirely drawn from/same as Luke's route.

Themes: protection, hurt and comfort, mutual healing, learning to trust, letting yourself feel, and eventually giving into love. Everything is written from Luke's POV.

Part 1

Still sleepin’ eh? Must be tired from all she's been through these last few days. Guess I'll work on the chemise ‘til she wakes up…

Laying the fresh bread aside and spreading the newly bought fabric across the table, you begin patterning out a simple shift — front, back, two sleeves and two gussets — all from a single length of linen. A trifle given that you've been sewing your own garments since you were a child.

As you begin to absentmindedly stitch the bodice together, your thoughts drift back to last night. By the time you had managed to stem her tears there were only a few hours left until daybreak. Too riled up to fall asleep and too little time to bother forcing it with medicine, you instead sat by the crackling logs and contemplated what you'd gotten yourself into.

I already saw men from the brothel skulkin’ ‘round the neighbourhood this mornin’, just waitin’ for her to come out alone. I could scare ‘em off easy enough, but if I let her go back out there now, her old man’ll probably just sell her again. That's if the bastard found her first. When his moneylender hears she's been freed, no doubt he'll be after her too.

Yet you know you can't keep her here long. The second you complete your mission you'll finally be free from this empty shell of a body.

But there ain't nowhere she could go right now that could guarantee her safety except a nunnery, but those institutions are no better than the tyrannical nobles and royals we're forced to obey. The only difference is they make you swear a life of poverty along with unquestionin’ obedience. I didn't free her from prostitution just to send her to a religious prison. There's gotta be somethin’ else…

An hour or more passes while you're lost in thought until the gentle rustle of sheets draws your eyes from the seam between your fingers to the huddle of blankets she sits curled up under.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” you coax gently, noting the fear lingering in her gaze and posture. “Y’ hungry?”

She nods once, cautious and timid.

“Lemme just finish this up so y’ve somethin’ decent to wear and I'll fix breakfast.”

While you stitch the gussets into the sleeves her eyes trail cautiously around the unfamiliar room. From the fireplace in the corner and the cauldron hung there to the dresser behind her and the single item that sits atop it.

Her gaze lingers on the scruffy purple teddy bear, threadbare and patched, but she says nothing. To your relief, neither does she attempt to touch it. By the time you've finished up one arm, her attention has waned, now shifted to her feet. Again, she doesn't dare speak; she simply stares down at the socks hiding numerous bandages.

“Here y’ are,” you tell her in a hushed tone trying not to startle her from her daze. “I won't look while y’ change. I'll be over there cookin' breakfast, eh?”

A frantic nod is her only reply.

You busy yourself throwing leftover bits of smoked ham, cheese, milk, and eggs into the ceramic pot before placing it over the coals of last night's fire. With only one spoon and one fork you'll have to wait for the custard to thicken enough to use either utensil.

“Thank you… Luke,” you just barely hear a strained whisper over the fire.

As you turn around you see her wince when her feet touch the floor.

“Oh. Stay there a sec’.”

Shoving the table towards the bed you arrange it in front of her so she need not stand. Most of the cuts seemed shallow last night, but you'll have to watch for infection when you redress them. Heaven only knows what's on the floor of that brothel.

“Better?”

She nods, the look she wears not a smile by any stretch of the imagination, but not nearly as fearful as when she woke up.

“The chemise fit y’ alright?” you ask over your shoulder as you move back to the hearth.

“Yes. I'm sorry.”

“Hm? What for?”

“You had to go to so much trouble because of me. I'm not good for much other than cooking and looking after livestock… but I promise I'll try to pay you back somehow…”

Grabbing your only bowl, you fill it with your favourite pick-me-up. “I told y’, y’ don't have to earn y’r keep here, Honey,” you frown and hand her the drink.

“But…”

“Listen. I'm not a good guy, but that doesn't mean I'm some creep who wants to use y’ either. Nobody belongs in a place like that, but not many can be helped once they're in the thick of it… There was no reason to let y’ get dragged into that living hell…”

Not when y're so young and innocent like she was… Not when it could’ve been prevented…

With a reluctant nod she takes a cautious sip of your offering and the tension in her brow melts with the warmth.

“Good?” you query with satisfaction.

“Yes. What is it?”

“Warm milk and wild honey. It's good for calming the nerves. I've never met a problem honey can't fix.”

While you set the custard on the table and slice the bread thick to use in place of plates, she asks nervously, “So… what are you going to do with me if you don't actually want me…”

“Dunno yet. Y’ can't stay here forever, but if y’ try to start workin’ somewhere in town sometime soon I'm sure y'll end up back where y’ were last night. What with y’r old man owin’ as much as he does he'll no doubt haul y’ off and sell y’ again.”

By the time you look up from the cutting board you're too late to stop the tears that have pooled in her empty eyes from rolling down her cheeks. Hurriedly taking a seat on the bed next to her, you grab the milk from her shakey hands before it ends up on the floor and pull her into your arms right after.

You don't know what it's like to be sold by your own family, but the mere thought reminds you too much of growing up despised, losing the only thing you held dear in an instant, being hauled off half dead to an orphanage in another country, and learning quickly that you would only be as valued as you proved useful.

“Hey, hey. It's okay. Y're safe here. Y're never goin’ back there. It must’ve been terrifyin’, I know. I know,” you coo and stroke her back.

Beneath the thin chemise you can feel the welts where she was beaten and you remember the rope burn around her wrists.

“Y've been through a lot. It's okay to cry, but y’ don't have to be scared.”

From under your chin she slurs with a sob, “But where will I go? I'll never be safe! I promise I'll work hard! Please don't kick me out!”

“I'm not gonna throw y’ out, Honey. Look at me.”

Prying her up by the chin you make her meet your stern gaze.

“I'm not gonna do nothin’ that would put y’ back in danger. I'm gonna protect y’ ‘cause that's my responsibility after bringing y’ here last night. I chose this. Y’ don't have to trust me, and y're free to leave whenever y’ want. But ‘til we find y’ a new life where y’ can be safe I'm not abandonin’ y’, okay?”

Bottom lip trembling she looks anything but convinced, but in her riled up state nobody would hear reason. Who knows when the last time she ate was. So you keep one arm around her and reach for the spoon.

“C’mon. Let's get some breakfast into y’ ‘fore it gets cold,” you coax and bring a bite to her mouth.

When she meekly accepts the offer you're quick to reward her with praise. “Good girl. Think y’ can eat by y’rself?”

Though she takes the spoon, you stay at her side and keep her in your embrace until you've both polished off your bread and eggs. With a warm meal inside her she certainly looks less gaunt. When you rise to clear the table you hear her ask timidly if she could wash the dishes.

“Maybe when y’r feet’ve healed and y’ can stand without pain, hm?”

Wrapping your patchwork quilt around her once more and curling her knees into her chest again she watches you tidy up.

“What's all that?” she queries so quietly you almost can't hear her over the rustle of the fabric you're busy spreading out over the floor.

“Wool for y’r dress,” you answer over your shoulder as you begin patterning out the pieces with chalk.

“Hope y’ don't mind the colour. I got yellow ‘cause I figured the bright colour might cheer y’ up.”

“I've… never had new clothes…”

“It won't be nothin’ fancy, but it'll at least be comfortable.”

“Thank… you…”

She sits in silence after that, looking on while you cut out the pieces from the yards of fabric. Only when you start backstitching the bodice together does she speak again.

“How did you learn to sew so well?”

“When y’ live on y’r own y’ learn how to do everythin’. I make all my own clothes. This little guy too,” you answer and nudge the tiny bear tied to your holster.

You catch a glimmer of light in her eyes for the first time as she stares at the creature dangling from your chest.

“Did you make the one over there too?” she asks and looks at the worn out teddy sitting on your dresser.

“Yeah,” you answer quickly and immediately change course. “Can y’ sew?”

“Um… Sort of... I've never patterned, but I can patch.”

“Can y’ baste the skirt?”

She nods hesitantly and you pass her the length of vibrant colour.

The morning ebbs into noon quietly, words only exchanged as needed, yet with every passing hour you notice she seems more at ease than the last. Her features soften as her focus shifts from internal anxieties to keeping her stitches even.

“There's still some fabric left. You want a bonnet to match or somethin’?” you ask when you finish attaching the skirt to the bodice.

“Actually… could I have a little bear?” she replies, her knees once again up in her chest.

“You don't want somethin’ to match the dress?”

Apprehensively balling herself up tighter, like you might lash out at her for wanting something else, she mumbles, “Um... A little bear would be much nicer to hold at night.”

Comfort and protection…

That was the story Leyla told you of the bear who helped the lost girl in the woods…

That was all she ever asked for… and you couldn't even manage that in the end…

“Sure, I'll make it after lunch?” you offer, a mix of emotions hazing over your eyes.

A sheepish smile from behind her knees is her single reply.

Part 3

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen luke #ikemen prince luke randolph #luke randolph #ikemen prince luke #ikepri luke #fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfic

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moonlit-positivity · 4 months

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Self compassion is a practice, being kind to yourself is something you have to learn how to practice. How do you start? Notice all the ways you're being mean to yourself and try real hard to be nice to those mean voices.

"I'm fat and ugly."

"Okay, I know how you feel. It's okay to feel this way, because we have been through a lot in our life that has reinforced this belief. And even though it's painful, it's also okay that we feel this way, and it's okay that we have to hurt like this. Even though, it's actually not okay at all, is it? They hurt me, and I'm in pain."

Its still not that easy, because then your meanness will say shit like, "i don't deserve to feel good about myself. I'm no good." So then you gotta practice real hard the art of acceptance. "I know what you mean. And even though this hurts, I'm gonna be here for you anyway. You don't have to feel good about it, you don't have to find the silver lining. We can just sit here and feel bad, and ill make sure nothing bad is gonna happen while we wait it out."

And it's still not that easy, because then you're gonna be pissed off that no one can give you this kind of love 24/7 except for you. So now you gotta recognize all the ways youre crying out for something your childhood couldn't give you, and you gotta go deeper than the average bear to foster this kind of compassion for yourself. Because now you know your parents' abusive rhetoric & unrealistic expectations of you are riding your ass through the ground, in a world & environment that might not be encouraging enough for you to recognize that, so you have to foster that for yourself instead.

"I should be doing something productive with my time, so I always feel like I am never any good for anything or anyone. I am constantly comparing myself to others because my parents raised me to believe I am no good unless I can provide a service for them. And they never loved me enough to let me be a kid."

"Okay, I know this is heartbreaking for us to deal with. How can I show up for us today? Remember that we are not always gonna be able to compete with the abilities of others around us, and that's okay. Remember that we are allowed our own methods, our own lives, our own wants and needs, and that's okay. Remember that every day brings something new and challenging for us to deal with, and that's okay. And it's okay if we do absolutely nothing today. It's okay if we do absolutely nothing tomorrow too. We are still deserving of love and care, and tbh this time of doing nothing is not laziness. It's me resting from being overworked, overwhelmed, abused, and in need of healing. I am allowed to rest and still be loved. We can let go this need to hate & punish ourselves for the sake of others. We are allowed to set & determine our own fate. This is okay, too."

Kindness is an art. You've been told your whole life that your feelings don't matter. Of course it's easy to spiral into those hard wired lies. You have to actively push back, every single day. Trace the edges of someone else's kindness until you can learn your own. Fake it til you make it 🌸

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maybebabyplease · 2 years

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editing tips

ok i’m making this list because i’ve seen a lot of posts lately about how fanfiction doesn’t have to be “good”, and while i believe that’s true to an extent, i don’t think it captures the whole picture. personally, i believe that anything worth doing is worth doing well, and by well i mean to the best of my current abilities, whether other people think it’s “good” or not. i also know that a lot of us use fanfiction as a sort of practice session, and if you’re practicing writing, you might as well be practicing editing as well. this is not me saying that anything has to be perfect, or that beginners should shy away from this space. i just happen to be passionate about editing, a thing i know a lot of people hate, and i would like to take this opportunity to share that passion!

anyway, that’s me off my soapbox or whatever. here are some tips i like to use when i edit! take them, leave them, etc.

1. look for moments where you can put in specifics. people find specific details relatable, even if you think they won’t. this is why taylor swift is so popular! her lyrics often use moments that are super specific to an experience, but many of us end up finding them relatable, either because we’ve had a similar specific experience or just felt similar emotions. specificity gets at the root of the emotion behind the story.

2. the obvious “show don’t tell”. i feel like we’ve all heard this a million times. i still fuck it up and have to go back and look for it. even after a round or two of editing i still find “tells” i missed before. it’s hard! but it’s also really easy to fix once you’ve found it! see: point 1 about specifics.

3. sentence/word variation. a large part of reading is looking at the way the words physically look on the page. a bunch of repeated words, only using long/short sentences, too much dialogue in a row without any description, etc. all look a certain way on the page, and it’s not as attractive as it could be. i always paste my work into ao3 to preview and check if it looks nice on the screen.

4. plot v story -- think about the story of it all. this is one i fuck up too. don’t tell me “they always ate dinner together on saturdays and then they went to the horse races on sunday mornings and then they went to the park” give me the scenes! give me one particular saturday dinner where they ate the best spaghetti ever and the time they lost a bunch of money at the horse races and a day in the park where they argued about getting a dog. don’t just give me the sequence of events, give me the story – the settings, the characters, the ambiance, the themes, etc. we’re all just here for stories. see: point 2 about show and tell.

5. change the font before you re-read. this seems silly, but in my experience it’s really helpful for the piece to look different in some way. then you’re more likely to catch things you might not have caught before. i like an ugly font like comic sans or something, but you do you.

6. edit the piece as a whole. look, this is going to be controversial, bc a lot of people like to do the chapter-by-chapter thing. that is very cool for them and i am glad it works! it does not work for me, which is why you cannot find any long works (yet) on my ao3 page. gotta finish to edit to post. the pros to this: you can move scenes around, you can change plot points, you can flip the whole thing and tell your story backwards, you can cut an entire character, etc etc etc. the cons to this: you have to wait to post, which might lower your motivation to finish. ymmv with this tip, but i would suggest trying it on at least one long piece! you might like it!

7. read it til it makes you want to puke, and then read it again. when you hate every word, put it in the drawer for about 48 hours. take it back out and it should look a lot better. time heals all wounds or whatever.

ok i’ll leave it there for now (even though i could go on for years about this). editing can be so much more than just checking for grammar and spelling mistakes. you can have fun with it! the writing process is fun!

also happy to hear anyone else’s favorite editing tips, as i am always looking to improve! this is a favorite topic of mine so i would be thrilled to discuss :)

#writing advice #editing tips #the writing process #em writes #if you're like is she qualified to give this advice?#the answer is no but also yes #obsession can take you a long way when it comes to learning #highly recommend taking an editing class as well #if you're really interested in learning more about it

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lalazeewrites · 1 year

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Tag Game Tuesday: The MySpace Survey ⭐️

OMG this made me miss MySpace so much! Truly, we really were out there filling out 100 question quizzes!! Thank you for tagging meeee @celestialmickey @metalheadmickey @gardenerian 🥰✨

what’s your name? Lala/Larisa—Lala is my real life nickname since high school and now I’m 35 and I’ve never grown out of it lol 💖

your sun sign: Cancer 🦀

the last song you listened to: Gay Thoughts by The Growlers 🍆

what are you wearing right now? Dusky pink sweatshorts & a cream tee that says ‘love wins’ in mellow muted rainbow letters

how tall are you? 5’8 😘

piercings? 2 in ears (RIP used to be 6 til I had a baby)

tattoos? 3 with 2 booked on deck

glasses? contacts? Glasses always—I am VERY blind 🦇

last drink: Water! Because I told Mel I’d drink water alongside in solidarity lol 🧊

last thing you ate: Bowl of raspberries & strawberries. I have Norovirus and ate NOTHING yesterday so today I’m trying to incorporate some gentle food… 🍓

favorite color: Yellow & Pink! 💖

any pets? Two meow meows.

do you have a crush on anyone? Nuooo, my intention is to not have any crushes for a good many years, maybe ‘til my kid is in high school lol

favorite fictional character: EVER? Elle Woods maybe? So hard. 💃🏼

a movie you think everyone should watch: The Fall (2006) with Lee Pace.

a book you think everyone should read: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck 💅🏻

the last place you traveled: Wisconsin Dells with my girl for her 9th bday this time last year (I’m not counting just places I drive to, I’m counting an actual Event lol) 🌊

something you’re looking forward to: Doing up my daughters tenth birthday party + sleepover in the beginning of April! I’m definitely the “go all out” mom, so I have masses of decorations to do up the house, everything ready for goodie bags, cakes ordered, gotta practice the cupcake recipe I’m also gonna use etc. THEN once my back is fully healed, my kid requested a mommy-daughter date in Chicago, so I can’t wait to do all the fun things with her! 💁🏼‍♀️💞👧🏻

#tag game #about me

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chidoroki · 7 months

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Tokyo Revengers S3EP7

aka: "let's get ready to rumble"

Damn, Izana beating up every big name gang leader, even that one Ikebukuro dude who oversaw the Valhalla vs Toman fight.. up until Kazutora knocked him out anyway.

So Shion’s responsible for sending Mitsuya and Smiley to the hospital.. how rude of you sir. Also kinda bummed that happened of-fscreen, I was sorta looking forward to see Shion fight a little bit finally.

Oh I just noticed Koko standing around nearby too in his new Tenjiku coat.

Aw the poor boy, look at him all hurt still. At least he didn’t look too thrilled to be there.

Sanzu! Another one I wanna see fight so badly! Show me why the fandom adores you!

Oh I bet all the Ran fans went nuts over that close up zoom of him.

For a brief moment, I thought Toman was pulling up wearing some huge sunglasses til I realized that’s just some serious looking shadows over there eyes.

Now I understand the gang driving up to the pier was evident at the start of the OP, but was including Mikey and Draken towards the end just there for theatrics or are they really gonna show up later on after losing Emma?

Pfftt wait a damn minute, Koko has cuts and bruises on his faces a little while ago, but now when we’re taking a look at everyone lining up, his face is all healed? What witchcraft is that.

For real, Kisaski sitting back all the way high up on the containers.. c’mon down and fight ya coward!

Yo yo hold the fuck up.. there’s that many Tenjiku members?? They’re like ten times the size of Toman here. Good lord..

Oh if they’re starting one vs one with Shion, then Angry has gotta take revenge for his bro. I’d say Hakkai but he got enough attention last season.

I’ll be damned, it’s Peh who stepped up!

Ain’t no way he took out Shion with a single punch?? I mean I’m thrilled if that’s the case but the dude was talking such big smack and got knocked out so quickly?? Hilarious!

Pfftt leave it to Takemichi to headbutt a guy first before even thinking of using his fists.

Peh is basically using Tenjiku’s men as weapons the way he’s flinging them about!

Hakkai punching ‘em down head first all the way to the ground as always. Ya love to see it.

Chifuyu being best boy and coming in with a swift kick to save others.

Even Izana is acknowledging how weak Shion is. That must hurt.

Holy hell.. I should’ve expected Izana to also have fearsome kicks like Mikey. He sent Peh flying.

Damn straight Chifuyu!! I was waiting for him to come kick the shit outta Mochi!!

Oh boy, Ran vs Hakkai and Rindo vs Angry. Let’s go y’all!

Of course that leads Takemichi to face Kakucho. We saw this coming. Though I haven’t a clue on who Sanzu and Mucho will spare with. Inui and Koko are probably gonna throw hits at each other too.

Okay, yup, there he goes getting a surprise hit on Inui. And Koko’s face is shown to be all beat up again like that one scene from a while ago didn’t exist.

Wait, Akane? Who might that be? And why are they important to Koko to need so much money?

Koko has to accept that Inui isn’t Akane..? Surely we’ll get more of this backstory next ep.

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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honestreviewsblog · 9 months

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Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 Kdrama - A Fan's Journey (with spoilers!)

Ep 1-4

My mom and I were laughing our heads off! Oh my God it was amazing. I expected it to have loads of comedy and even if I did I was still surprised at the comedic scenes. But when it does get serious it gets serious real good so watch out for seriously cool characters (ehem Lee Yeon) hahahaha.

And I'm really excited for Lee Rang's love life I was literally squealing the whole time it was shown. The sibling relationship was hands-down a nail in the head and everytime Lee Yeon teases Rang on his 'relationship', I just wanna say, "Mhmm, felt" HAHAHAHAHA.

Everything's been going really great that I'm seriously scared of what's gonna happen in the next few episodes. Nothing's going to go wrong til the 30 days were up... right?

Ep 5-6

It was brilliant! Hahahahaha. Ep 6 ended amazingly, it was a stroke of genius really. The corner game was so creepy though, I'm totally in with the squad on this—like why do humans play with creepy games like corner games and ouija boards so much??? Like?? Whyy?? Doesn't make any sense I don't see anything good happening from it either.

Anyway, Shin-ju's fight for their independence was so heartwarming it really healed my soul. That secret meeting at the boutique has my heart.

And Rang's love life continues to be really cuteeee oh my God, I wouldn't stop gushing over how cute it is. He's so clueless (but I could be wrong hmmmm??) so every moment they have feels so hilariously fresh. And I love the mermaid's little povs, because she shows an ideal version to people (esp Rang cos she likes him) so when we hear it, it definitely adds so much to her charm.

I'm curious to what Mu-young's real intentions are really, and I couldn't wait for the next episodes 😭

Ep 7-8

Ep 7 was a continuation of ep 6 and I'm so overwhelmed with feelings for the trio's friendship (Yeon, Mu-yeong, and Hong-ju). I always knew there's much more to Mu-yeong's brother being killed and I can't say I'm surprised but I probably still am.

Lee Rang's whole character is very well executed in this episode and I couldn't stop commending his love for his brother, I was crying freaking out when the villain thingies kept on slashing him and beating him up to get him to let go of the thread that leads his brother out of that realm—but he didn't let go no matter what 😭 He's such a good kid I want to put him in my pocket. And his lovelife (I keep mentioning it cos it's so cuteee!!) is so heart warming my mom and I keep gushing over it. I'm so happy for Ms. Mermaid and Rang, seriously they deserve all the happiness in the world.

Mu-yeong is going full on villain energy and I can't wait to see it but at the same time I know how much this would hurt Lee Yeon so I'm torn 😭

Ep 9-10

Ugh. Ep 10 was such an annoying episode. Ms. Mermaid was bitten by the yacha?? Rang was bitten by the yacha?? Yeon lost both of the treasures?? He switched bodies with Nyudo?? I hate it so much??? Nobody from the protagonist's sides were winning and it feels like throughout both of the episodes, they were just milking it on and trying to delay the inevitable. If somebody's gonna die, just die already! Jeez!

Anyway, I'm not hating it, just really really upset with how things are panning out. But I know there's gotta be a reason for all these experiences and I know they're gonna help the main characters with their charac dev. Hoping it'll happen soon though, cos I'll annihilate everyone if my bb boy Rang ever dies in the next episode.

Finale Episodes (11-12)

OH MY GOD IT WAS BRILLIANT 😭 There was a twist even towards the end and I was at the edge of my seat all throughout.

First of all, Rang was brilliant, I was screamingcryingthrowingup the whole time his fight scene with the 2 Japanese mercenaries were shown. I was so proud, I couldn't even 😭😭 This precious boy had totally grown up, he can protect his loved ones now, my affection points for him just went up by a thousand.

Yeon showing his tails towards the end while fighting the commander-general (?) was sooo freaking satisfying. The whole fight scene was so satisfying, I was punching the air the whole time. And I couldn't be more glad that both Jindo (iforgothisnamei'msosorryhahaha) and Little Mermaid was safe from the mercenaries. Everybody got their happy endings and I feel relieved.

So many things happened in a month and it makes sense since it's 1938. They were almost always on the verge of dying and there were loads of lessons learned but I was thankful for the whole ride.

To the pd-nims and writers of the show, I'm not even sure if you could read this but, I still want to thank you for this amazing drama. I enjoyed the rollercoaster ride and I hope you all would continue making these masterpieces.

(lowkey hoping for season 3!!! cos I think the ending was open enough for another season, don't you think??)

I FINISHED THIS ONE!! IT WAS BRILLIANT!! 1000/10

#tale of the nine tailed 1938 #lee yeon #lee rang #review #kdrama

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survivesqz · 1 year

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𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎… 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛

01. animal by pvris

don't tell me that you know me, know me saying what i feel, what i do, what i want quit acting like you own me, own me saying that i'm yours to control, but i'm not your animal under control

02. smile by wolf alice

i ain't afraid though my steps appear tentative i scope it out then i throw myself into it i ain't ashamed in the fact that i'm sensitive i believe that it is the perfect adjective i wear my feelings on my sleeve, i suggested it it serves me better than to swallow in a sedative i am what i am and i'm good at it and you don't like me well that isn't fucking relevant

03. thick skull by paramore

only i know where all the bodies are buried thought by now i'd find 'em just a little less scary might be easier but you don't get used to it keep on autopilot, hey, hey what's the body count up to now, captain?

04. i want to kill you by citizen

in the bright red sky i saw a pain that i clung to once before but i never want to go there anymore and in my bright blue eyes i know i'm looking for something to calm my nerves the clock is a knife and i wait my turn and it's just getting worse it's worse, it's worse, it's worse

05. nocturnal by mothica

tried self-destruction 'til i couldn't function i hurt myself, hated myself, it didn't help me tried self-control, tried letting go to heal myself, i went to hell, i hope you know what it's like to fight your mind when your skin still crawls at night i pretend that i'm all right 'til the lights go out

06. lilith by halsey

you got me thinking that i was too mean well, everything that i say i believe tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve and change like a season reason for nothing i am disruptive i've been corrupted and by now i don't need a fucking introduction i've been gone cause i been on this road too long

07. my limb by hayley willliams

if you gotta amputate don't give me the tourniquet you wish that i would run away sever what isn't working but i let my body bleed out lean into my left side is your part of me is gone now do i wanna survive?

08. world away by tonight alive

this is not my punishment this is my catalyst for growth i know i will survive this i'll be the strongest person i know

full playlist is here

#inspo // quinn turner.#quinn turner.#pitts;task

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sonic-spirit · 1 year

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I really need to start remembering that the reason I chose It Doesn’t Matter as the name for my big giant self indulgent/affirming animation project is more than just: It’s the name of two of the Sonic/me character themes, and also I was on a naming projects after songs kick.

It’s to tell myself It Doesn’t Matter. It’s okay, keep going, It Doesn’t Matter. You’re so worked up about getting it perfect, but it’s okay, It Doesn’t Matter. “This fight is not for anybody, it is purely for myself. There is no way I’m gonna give up ‘til the very end.”

“So place all your bets on the one you think is right.”

I gotta get more open, and more comfortable, talking about this stuff. It Doesn’t Matter is literally designed to be a place to share it. It’s literally meant to be a safe, satisfying way for me to share and explore (and even experience) my parallel life.

It’s been hard for a long time, now, to explore it. When I was working as a dog groomer, and my trauma got so much worse, and just being got so unsafe. It got so, so much harder to just go home. I couldn’t stay there, and I kept just re-traumatizing myself in my wanderings…and then I needed to focus on Escape, and had to put every spare bit of energy I could muster into that…

I couldn’t do it anyway. Not alone. And I’m so, so relieved and grateful my mates gave me someplace safe to run to. Because I couldn’t wait, or try to find a new angle, or figure out something safe anymore. Everything I’d tried had failed, and I was desperate. And instead of me having to jump into one of my dumb, desperate ideas, they gave me an actually good option. And one where I’m safe. Where I don’t have to be alone all the time. And it’s at the cost of letting people I love see how broken I got, and where someone stops me when I’m having a panic attack and gives me a space to cry. And that’s the most healing cost anything’s ever had, ever.

A year and a half free and safe, I’m still really, really busted up. I will be for a long time, and there’ll always be scars. But I’m getting better. It’s hard. Healing is hard. Sometimes you hafta have the same epiphany, sometimes in different flavors, but other times, no, the exact same thing, 15 times before it starts to take.

But it’s okay.

“It doesn't matter now what happens; I will never give up the fight

“There is no way I will run away from all of my frights

“Long as the voice inside me says "go", I will always keep on runnin'

“There is no way to stop me from goin' to the very top

“It doesn't matter who is wrong or who is right.”

#it doesn’t matter #idm

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mtnkat3 · 1 year

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9.47am

Was wondering how to feel when woke & opened.. chewing lips & thinking I got something wrong again.

But then.. you .. all .. & go make me giggle! & moan. & squirm. & ...stepping carefully. Cause well.. I wanna show you my love with my eyes being lightened of my trials & shining into .. well.. for you .. again.

Cause yeah, for a long time the depression rode me. Hard.

But. I know my ptsd[?.. probably.] Is situational. That I can heal from it all.

Getting away from the worst persons for me.. mom & wh. I will start anew. Detox my system of all that negative energy & effects. Rebuild my life.

But.. the mom issue.. I just have to remind myself.. she's 80yo & not gonna change. So keep my emotional distance as much as possible. It's just.. well.. she's my mom. That's the clencher.

How do I overcome? By keeping a fence line that I don't allow her thru. It's not gonna be easy. But I know I can do it. I just.. well.. need my soul's mates .. surrounding me.. to remind me that I'm a better person than she treats me.

I am valuable. I am worthy. I am deserving.

Just because my mother doesn't agree does not mean that God Created a worthless sack of garbage in me. No. She is my main trial. From birth til now, & beyond. She was taught to be that way & the cycle stops with me.

I pray for God's Plan & Blessings. If He does indeed see me like Sarah.. then I will listen & remember my lessons so that I do not perpetuate the cycle.

The very thought is so devastatingly repugnant & repulsive to me.. so terrifying that I pray His Hand & Guidance to never be that kind of person, nor woman. Be the daughter He Created me to be.

Anyways.. dang tangents.😳😖🙊🙈🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

even with a storm headache that excedrin migraine did nothing to.

Yeah elbow bruises are wrapped all around the joint, molten, just like 22 ankle sprains. So gotta get cleaned up, do cgm, & go have it checked out.

I'm writing these.. letters.. to you .. my beloved Bears .. Angels .. for you to know.. me. All my layers.. my googey sticky cinnamon bun layers.. cause I'm all about the sweet.. & surprisingly spicy of cinnamon. Than onions. Kinda boring. They haven't all the many interesting parts... cinnamon.. creamy butter.. pecans.. caramel.. dripping frosting..... oh how I much prefer thinking about a cinnabon!!! Giggling softly blushing.

Grinning.

Ok. I've gotta get my meds taken, with my bolthouse mocha cappuccino protein shake.

About all the coffee /caffeine I can intake at present. So don't wanna have another bloody nose & beta response type of shakes from having 2 mugs of coffee! [~20oz mug x2.. or was it 3...🤔🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️...] and I've stopped restaurant sweet tea because of diabetes & the panic attacks. I might can take a small amount. Sucks.

But I'd rather have the shakes from ... well.. you . & um.. you watching me with my favorite peppermint chip milkshakes... naughty mischievous wicked eyed kat grin.

Opps!🤭😏😌

Gotta get myself together here!

I love you . . . . .

Ya know that... right...???

Can you feel my love... the way I feel when you .. surround me..

I pray so.

Sigh.

Well.. time to get my tushy movin!

I love you! I believe in you! In us. In God. In His Plans for us & our lives together.

So. I work as I await.

~True love never dies & true love always waits!.~

Your confused but stepping & listening closely carefully & quietly daughter.

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯

🤔🤓👩⚓🙇‍♀️🙏☔⛈⛅🌂🔗

⛓🧰📋🗓⚙⚒🛠🏗🧱🏰⚔⚖🗽🦅🕊

🥧🍁🧣🥾🏔🍋🥤🥨🥓🍳🥮🍯🍼☕🍫🍎🍑🍒🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵

⌚⚡🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯🧭🕯🎶💋

[I wish you could see the fog around this house right now! Makes me wanna be in your arms.. riding in an old truck.. on a mountain road right now!]

W.11.30.2022 10.43am. Est.

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