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Please fucking write an essay collection on topics like this
Thinking about Kryptonian language and Batman and the nature of loss again.
Imagine being the last person to speak a language, the last person to hold on to the customs of a dead world. It feels almost hopeless, like all this knowledge would die with you. Nobody else has reason to care that the culture isn't quite dead.
And then motherfucking Batman comes along and goes, "I'm learning this language." And what the fuck? He says he's interested because it could be useful somehow, and maybe he learns languages freakishly fast, so it isn't a big deal.
But Clark, his parents are dead.
Hundreds of little traditions only live on in him now. He has Alfred, and his children, but it's never quite the SAME, is it, they all mix the traditions up to make something new, and maybe that's just how life is, maybe that's the fate of all diaspora, but you know there's something deep in Bruce that feels homesick for the past. You know that feeling.
So you learn his traditions, the way he remembers them, right? You speak your almost-dead language and he teaches you about the way his mother sang, or their old recipes for sufganiyot, and just between the two of you, the dead are alive again.
It's not quite mourning if you're sharing.
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I'm screaming from this post on a librariam group
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How do my coworkers take me for a professional person when I literally say "I'm hungies" every day 5 minutes before lunch?
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"State your name."
"Susy."
"Full name."
*Big sigh* "Susy Baka."
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Fuckers on TikTok live be like
Thanks for the cowboy hat! 8 more and I'll eat my hamster!
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poeticdegenerate 3 years
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What my text laughs mean:
Lol: I either smiled or don't want to seem aggressive
Hehe: I thought about chuckling
Hehehe: I actually chuckled
Haha: I'm probably trying to be obnoxious
Lmao: I exhaled from my nose
LMAO: I actually, literally laughed out loud
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What it鈥檚 like to be slut-shamed when buying birth control
Even when pharmacists do let people access contraception, whether emergency contraception or condoms or prescription birth control pills, the process isn鈥檛 always free of judgment. In a series of recent online discussions, people across the country have begun to share stories of the stigma they鈥檝e experienced. As many have pointed out, this can be especially damaging to teens.
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poeticdegenerate 3 years
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I wish Brennan Lee Mulligan was my dad. I wanna be him when I grow up.
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February writing prompts day 5: Mirror
It's so disgusting.
Stupid mirror on the wall,
Why are you lying?
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February writing prompts day 3: Snowfall
I look out the window
As the snowflakes fall.
Here in the heating,
Safe from it all.
They hit the pavement,
And disappear.
They all melt at some point,
Faster if you're near.
Melting Snowflakes.
Entirely unique
And unbearably temporary.
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poeticdegenerate 3 years
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February writing prompts day two (late): Birds
They flit back and forth,
Meandering with such grace.
The birds on the roof.
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February writing prompts day one, love letter to the rain
She's not a pitter patter. More like a cacophony of caffeinated drummers. That's the kind of rain I like. Not a pour, but a pounding. Constantly confounding like heavy handed strummers. She slowly erodes the things we think of as so permanent. A quiet reminder in the deffening concert that nothing lasts forever, not even the firmament. I find it oddly comforting, this silent ticking clock. To know that nothing is so important kind of takes away the shock. It's not like an actual time piece that looks at me and mocks. I love the rain. The way she slams against the roof and gently cleans the air. I feel her cold, wet embrace and relish in being an odd pair. That she visits as seldom as she does is entirely unfair.
Thanks @creativepromptsforwriting for the inspiration!
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I'ma do this. Back on tumblr after a long time
February Prompts 馃尮
Word prompts to use for doodling or writing
love letter
birds
snowfall
dinner date
mirror
sky
chocolates
poem
rainbow
cards
dream
ring
mountains
kisses
cashmere
dance
roses
heart candies
gifts
cupcakes
diary
carousel
watercolor
love language
poem
cabin
envelope
ribbons
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poeticdegenerate 4 years
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Bad Justice League Names
Extraman
Blackman
Green Bow
Martian Manager
Wonder Lady
Green Lantern
Half a Person
Wateryman
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My little sister just took a bottle of water, started pouring it on her head, looked at me and said "You legally can't do anything about this."
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