You belittled me. By you I mean you made me do it myself. Not that it’s your fault. I should’ve known better. I should’ve known myself better than to give into this.
You’re not really at fault here, right?
I did it to myself surely, but to be in that position you’ll never experience.
You know why?
You’re the guy that loves too much in appearences. You’re the guy who makes it it’s duty to fix. You’re the guy who takes my words and twist them to your advantage. You’re the guy who takes the insecurties I confided in you and turns them against me. You’re the guy I thought really wanted to help me, but again you’re the fixer. You needed to be. You needed to remind me that I couldn’t do it without you. That without you I would drown.
The thing is. I told you this.
Those were my words in a moment of weakness. Where you broke us is the moment you decided that you wouldn’t help me help myself. You took ownership of the solution. Presented it like a drug that can’t be replaced. That’s where you tried to take me away from myself. That’s the moment I knew it wasn’t us anymore, it was just you. You and a twisted savior complex that would only bring you pride, not love. A little project you needed to be accomplished. That’s where the love left. That’s where I left.
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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One of my favourite fic tropes is “drugged and loopy on truth serum”.
Normally-stoic characters acting wildly out of character and professing the innermost feelings that canon has implied but is too chickenshit to address? Or fixing toxic canon dynamics because fuck it, fanfic is for dreamers?
Chef’s. Kiss. Mwah mwah mwah, mutherfucker.
Eg:
Bruce Wayne: “I love my sons so much. Even the large murdery one. He was just my tiny little guy, and now he’s so big and problematic but that’s just more to love.”
Or characters dropping absolutely horrific bombshells about canon traumas and giggling like a teenager drinking their first Bacardi.
Eg:
Tim Drake: “I’m so glad I made all those League Of Assassins bases go kablooey. It prolly killed hundreds of people but pssssh I wasn’t ready to be a dad to Ra’s babies.”
Drunk-seeming, loopy, hilariously honest and oblivious character rambles are my jam.
If anyone has any recs, throw them my way.
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quotes by Victorians about the 1920s view of their generation's women
"We are frequently told that the Victorian woman...generally behaved like a pampered and neurotic infant. This is all moonshine. I do not think that I ever saw a woman faint before I came to London in 1869, and not often after then...they enjoyed a hearty laugh, and a good many of them a contest of wits with any man." -Nineteenth Century, a Monthly Review, 1927 (written by a man born in 1850)
"What queer ideas the girl of 1929 has about the Victorian period- they are not a bit true...Marriage was by no means the end and aim of our existence. Oxford and Cambridge claimed quite a few of us after school days were over. We had great ideas about 'life' and what it all might mean to us." -St. Petersburg Times, 1929 (written by a woman born in 1853)
"True, debutantes were chaperoned at balls. But that fact did not prevent them from dancing as frequently as they chose with their favorite partners. The idea that girls in the Victorian era spent their days sewing seams and practicing scales is another fallacy." -Gettysburg Times, July 1, 1927 (quote from the Dowager Lady Raglan, Ethel Jemima Somerset, who lived from 1857 to 1940)
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riz being aroace as well as fabian’s gay awakening is the only correct option but also the funniest one. this loser (affectionate) is obsessed with you but in somehow the most platonic way possible and there’s a second where you think he might like guys and has even dated one but nope it’s the manifestation of his fears of his total lack of romantic attraction. meanwhile girls are asking YOU why you always bring HIM up and you can’t face the fact that you are actually just as obsessed with him because you are just afraid of your sexuality as he is of his. crazy.
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