Sometimes, all you need is one full-grown man, backing another full-grown man against a wall...

Five sentence fic starter: It couldn't be that simple

It couldn't be that simple.

Whumper wasn't known for simple — as far as Whumpee knew them, there was a hidden meaning behind every one of their words, small print in every letter they sent.

But it wasn't like they could disregard a ransom note. Caretaker was gone, and the only chance they got at bringing them back home was to play Whumper's game, even if they knew the rules would likely change along the way. They read the letter one last time, stalling a bit.

Meet me behind the church for the exchange — your life for theirs.

hand-shaped bruises. bracelets of finger imprints on wrists, branded on shoulders or throats or hips. the lack of plausible deniability. the way anyone seeing it can tell something Happened. someone who cares sees it and there’s no hiding the ongoing whump anymore. the photographs memorializing it. the moment a sleeve slips and a friend or coworker or roommate asks “whoa, what happened?”

just. the obviousness of it. the distinctness of it. hand-shaped bruises my beloved.

Driving instructor told me I did a good job with my manual driving lessons :D

Now all that’s left to do is to drive on the Autobahn next week, and then I’ll be gearshift certified (which doesn’t mean I have my license yet, it only means that once I get my license, I’ll be allowed to drive manual cars) so YAY only a couple lessons on the automatic left to go!

Honestly, I feel like this gifted kid thing has fucked me up in so many ways. I was denied an Autism and ADHD diagnosis because I had good grades in elementary school and a high IQ in a second grade test. I could read at the age of three, and was put in school a year early because they didn’t feel like an extra year of daycare was necessary for my Mature Adult Brain™️.

I went on to fail school spectacularly and be forced to drop out four times. My parents, my teachers made me try again, over and over. There were people on the outside repeating how this was not a good course for me, that I would thrive in a field that didn’t require extensive or university education, but because I was smart as a little child, that must mean that I’m destined to save the world or something. I’m not allowed to feel stressed because this stuff once came to me so easily.

And honestly, the worst part? Eventually, your grades no longer matter. Not to the people they once mattered to. You’re grown now, you’re doing this for yourself. It’s your responsibility. And suddenly, you lose your entire sense of being, because all your life you’ve been taught to chase this arbitrary high that’s then just ripped away from you just like that.

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

Presumed Dead

This might be a niche interest but personally I love when a kidnapped character has been mia for months, maybe even a few years, to the point when everyone else in their life has basically run out of gas trying to find them. They've tried everything. No leads. The authorities have stopped searching, everyone has called it quits. They've all mourned and grieved and cried, but basically they've all started trying to pick up the pieces and move on with their lives.

Only for the bad guy who captured the kidnapped character to whip them out as the ace up their sleeve in a negotiation when their own back is up against the wall. And not even prefacing it with a "Would you like your friend back?" or a "What would you do if I told you X was still alive?" Just showing up to the negotiation with X in tow, bound and gagged and in what is clearly an agonizing amount of pain, but somehow they're still breathing, after all this time...

Just got my grades that I’ll get registered with in the finals (basically, my current grades from the school year count one part, and my grades in the final exams count two parts towards my final grades) and I kinda butchered everything EXCEPT for photography where I got a straight A! I can also still pull most of my subjects up by at least one grade, since most of my shortcomings were due to not handing shit in, and the stuff I did hand in got good grades…hehe, maybe I’ll actually have a chance to go into photography lateron, which would be fucking amazing tbh??

Even if it takes months or years, you'll come back to it when you're truly ready to. You may feel like you're ready and like you're done with being on break, but clearly you're not done or ready. Let your body do what it needs to in order to fully rest and revitalize.

You'll write again. Go do other things, find new joys in life. Go find new beauties in your world around you. Don't obsess over what you can't do, but rather find new things or old things you forgot you loved.

Writing will be here when you come back. 💖

Don't waste your life away wishing you could do something that'll mentally and/or emotionally drain you.

i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways

Hey teenagers.

You aren't slick. We adults know you look at our smut. We know no amount of minors DNI is gonna stop you from looking at our smut. We were teenagers once too, you know?

But please. Don't interact with people about sexual things online. Reading somebodies adult fic is fine. I don't like it, but you're gonna do it. Commenting on that smutfic, or joining a discord server for it, puts everyone in a really dangerous situation. Thats an entirely different level of risk. Not even with people your own age, since you can never know for sure.

I have a lot of feelings about the rise of he would not fucking say that attitudes in fandom spaces and the paralysing effect it can have on creators. As a writer i think it’s important to just write what feels true to you and not what you think others will “approve” of. Like even as a reader i have enjoyed a variety of different characterisations that all work because the writer makes them work for a particular story. And a fic that’s written out of character to some will be in character to others. Writing fic is not your job you’re not being paid it’s your hobby please. Make them as close to canon as possible. Make them completely different. Who cares! Have fun! Have so much fun! There is an audience for every kind of fic and every kind of character interpretation i promise

Ugh, was having a great time mocking my recently imprisoned rival when I noticed the camera positioning makes it so that I appear behind the bars, thus framing me as trapped in a metaphorical prison of the narrative, now my whole day is ruined. Fuck.

Me when I haven’t even started my finals yet and already get bombarded by people telling me I’m basically jobless and broke already and only gonna live on social benefits if I don’t start collecting job offers RIGHT THIS MOMENT like. brother I’m so burnt out, the old pans in the kitchen cabinet got nothing on me and if I have to face one more thing connected to graphic design when I’m done with this, I’m going to spontaneously combust

friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good

They put me into a dress at theatre practice and straightup everyone has been telling me how cute I look and then everyone also added how fucking uncomfortable I seem, but I guess that’s. The price to pay when your family members play in the same play as you so you can’t, y’know, out yourself

The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there's an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.

"Disembowel" is actually a hilarious term. Guts undone, bowels cancelled. Got your entrail privileges revoked. You can either act a clown or you can have your guts intact, but you can't have both and I can't unclown you.