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sees-writes · 10 months
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Ok so I’m rereading The Darkest Minds and have decided to share my personal headcannons about the characters and story and yeah
It is mentioned multiple times in book 1 that the kids in the camps were in a “camp diet” meaning that they got very little food because there were so many kids and so little people producing it. (Chubs was actually chubby before he came to camp and after just a year or so he’s whip thin) Ruby was at the Thurmond for 6 years from the age 10-16… she is extremely undernourished and most likely had her growth stunted
All colors have a certain twitch or tic they have and as the color goes up from green to red, it gets more intense or prevalent. Greens canonically have a certain slightly dragging walk, blues might have a habit of drumming their fingers or tapping, yellows bounce their legs a lot and have occasional muscle twitches, oranges have a certain type of echolalia or repetitive motion when doing a task, and reds canonically tap and twitch violently.
After 6 year in a camp Ruby can not get enough of the radio or listening to music. Multiple times she just stays back in Betty and leans her head against the radio to better hear and feel the beat from songs.
All camp kids have dealt with their food being stolen or taken so they’ve developed the habit of hunching around their food and eating as fast as they can. By the time Ruby joins the Betty group they’ve began to break that habit themselves but it takes a long time for Ruby to break this, especially with her time spent in the League.
Cole Stewart can and will use his abilities to cook food when he's lazy. Because of this he has grown used to eating burnt food
Ruby opened up to Zu after a while about the year that she too went nonverbal while at Thurmond. It helps Zu feel a lot better about her own response to trauma and her coping
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saggitary · 27 days
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My favorite snippet of chapter 13 of TTTBU + a fun fact down at the bottom!
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Her whole body felt like it was being rattled as the rotary canon came to life once again. She gritted her teeth to keep them from rattling as she attempted to lower the nozzle towards the target, letting herself lean back into Hardcase for stability. 
The blaster felt like it was a mind of its own as it swung towards the left and towards the floor, leaving scorch marks on the ground. If Hardcase wasn’t behind her she was pretty sure that she’d have slid backwards from the force of the canon. 
Ahsoka released the firing grip and panted for breath. 
“How do you do this for hours.” Ahsoka asked breathlessly. 
“Lot’s of practice.” He said. “And why do you think I can bench press Jesse so easily?”
The corporal made an indignant noise as Ahsoka attempted to aim before firing again. 
The spray of blaster bolts ran up the wall to the right of the dummy and instead of trying to use her arms to direct the blaster fire, she shifted her hips and feet to angle, something she thought she’d seen Hardcase do on the battle field. 
The line of blaster bottles cut into the dummy and she stopped moving as the dummy was decimated by the rotary canon. She released the firing grip as her arms shook. 
Before she could drop the canon, Hardcase reached down with one hand to catch the grip. 
Ahsoka tilted her head back against his chest to look up at his face. He had a wide smile and his other hand shook her shoulder.
“Nice job! You actually hit the target!”
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Ok fun fact time! This specific scene of Hardcase teaching Ahsoka how to use his Z-6 was actually one of the original and first scenes I thought up when I was just beginning to dream up this fic! The idea for it to be a group training came later and originally this was just going to be a one shot for Hardcase and Ahsoka, however I adapted it to this fic with he group and I am so glad I did!
Let me know if you’d like to join the TTTBU tag list!
Pookies: @snarkyfina @jarchvast-likearchvistbutthevast
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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bethanythebogwitch · 1 month
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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
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pixiemage · 7 months
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Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.
Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author��� can see what you say.
RIP decency indeed.
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linipikk · 8 months
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Aziraphale shielding Crowley from water
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and Crowley shielding Aziraphale from fire
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arowrath · 9 months
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ducktollers · 7 months
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if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with. Captivated by a man with big sparkly brown eyes and slutty hands and a pretty waist you may be entitled to financial compensation
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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months
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i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.
for @shestrying
thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!
in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image
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rubyleaf · 2 years
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You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…
…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.
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sees-writes · 6 months
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Guess who just watched Hocus Pocus and doesn't know how to be normal about a piece of media? Me
I kind of got carried away but yeah, enjoy!
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After that Halloween night both Dennison kids have trouble sleeping. Dani wakes up night after night, witches laughter chasing her out of her bed. She went to her parents' room once and ever since she's gone to Max's.
He used to be unhappy when she'd wake him up, that's why she'd gone to her parents first, but after a dream about the sun not rising fast enough to save him from the witch, she didn't care.
Dani was surprised when he woke up and rolled over to give her space in his bed. He didn't even protest when she curled up against his back. It became a nightly routine for her to wake up and escape to her brother's room but finally after a month she cut herself off.
'It's been a month. I'm old enough to deal with this on my own.' So that night when she inevitably woke up, she stayed in her bed and she didn't fall back asleep.
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Max would never admit that what had happened with the Sanderson Sisters on Halloween had affected him as much as it had. Sure they'd all almost died, and they'd lost Binx, but they'd defeated the witches and they were all safe now.
That didn't stop him night after night waking up with Binx's words ringing in his ears. "You'll never know how precious she is until you lose her." His dreams were either of losing Dani or having his life sucked out of him... both were horrible.
As it turned out, not long after he woke up panting a small figure slipped into his room shaking comfort. Max let Dani slip in next to him under the covers and curl up into his back because this way he knew that she was ok. It eased his mind enough to fall back into a dreamless sleep.
He'd grown used to waking up with his sister sprawled across him or tucked into his side, even if he didn't wake up when she came in.
So it had been quite jarring when he'd woken up in a panic only to find the side of his bed his sister always slipped into empty. He forced himself to calm down and to not get up to check on her. It hadn't even been a dream about her but somehow that had become his instinct.
After the third night of waking up without Dani slipping into his bed, Max let go of every piece of dignity he had and crept out of his room into his Dani's. She was wake, looking like she'd just woken up like he had. They stared at each other for a moment before Max made his way over and clambered into her much smaller bed.
Dani slid over as far as she could without falling off but soon enough Max wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. Binx had been right, but there was no way that Max was ever going to let anything happen to his sister again.
For now, he focused on just getting through the night.
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saggitary · 6 months
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Clones and Cuddling
A lot of people really liked the 'Clones and Unknowingly Cuddling' post I made a few weeks ago and I got a lot of requests for a fic based off of this idea... so I wrote one!
Tagging people that asked for this or influenced this down here!
@elizabethhood @techs-goggles9902 @littlemissmanga @brainrotrants
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melodicwriter · 2 months
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suguann · 3 months
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Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 
"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”
The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.
"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.
Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.
He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.
"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”
You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.
Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.
His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”
Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.
“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.
Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.
Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 
“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”
Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.
“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”
Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.
Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"
You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 
"Ah, fuck—b-but–"
Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 
"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.
Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.
He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."
The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”
Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.
Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.
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sttoru · 3 months
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“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.
megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.
the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;
“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”
you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.
satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.
“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”
all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.
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crabussy · 1 year
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asian glossy starlings are severely under utilised Scary Birds. I see crows and ravens and vultures where is the love for these freaks
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oohhh you want to put them in your art so bad oooohh
ID: three photos of iridescent black-green birds with bright red eyes and small black pupils, with long crow-like beaks. END ID
EXTENDED ID: three photos of glossy iridescent dark green birds, feathers almost black asides from where the light makes them viridian green. They have bright red eyes with jarring black pupils set into their head like precious stones and seem to be staring directly at the viewer, and their beaks are similar to crow beaks. The first photo shows a group of six starlings clustered on a wooden pole, presumably on a wharf. The second photo is two of the birds perched on branches, and the third photo is a close up of a starling's face from profile view. END ID
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