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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

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t shirt that says I PUT A NORMAL AMOUNT OF THOUGHT INTO STUFF

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oh this is a crazy prompt. anyway hinata wouldn’t even try to get tsukasa’s memories back he’d probably play along even. tsukasa was always better off without him

Which half of your OTP would handle the other one losing all of their memories better?

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Dialogue Prompt 8

"What is wrong with your mouth?"

"I'm smiling, people like smiling."

"Please stop. It's creepy."

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Doing something bad doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. You aren’t defined by any one thing.

Beating yourself up for the bad thing won’t erase the bad thing. It’s unlikely to help. Moving on, and using your experience to do better in the future, is usually the best thing you can do. It’s more likely to do good for you and others than endlessly beating yourself up.

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Writing a Dance Scene

Ask summary: How would you write a dance scene? Think folk and group dances, bagpipes, rhythmic clapping, some ale being passed around, and generally a very happy setting. Would you put the focus on emotions, food, sounds, everything but the movements? Or would you write it like a fight scene and emphasize the prominent actions of characters, such as jumping on a table?

All of the above, to a degree. I like to describe the overall scene, where the dance is taking place (like a ball room or inside a big barn), the overall look of things (atmosphere, weather/weather-related if applicable, lighting), the style or sound of the music (and who or what is playing the music), any notable scents like food being served or the scent of perfume mingling with sweat from the dancers. I might describe what guests/dancers are wearing if notable, and maybe the general movement of the dancers swirling or gyrating to the music, depending on the type of dance. If the type of dance is important, you could talk about that, too. If there are characters jumping onto tables to dance, that sounds like it would be a fairly notable thing, so maybe worth mentioning as it seems to indicate a fairly rowdy affair.

But, don't feel like you have to describe every movement or every little detail. With scenes like this you're just giving some background detail and then focusing on what the main character/s are doing.

Describing a Dancing Scene Describing Music

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May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊

#oh i might do this… #save

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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

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"Where would you have gone if I hadn't come back?"

"I woulda gone to find you. Obviously."

"Okay, but what if you didn't find me?

"I'd keep looking 'til I did."

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Flower Language Based Prompt List I made instead of writing 💐

I tried to make the prompts relate to each flower’s definition per the Victorian Flower Language without getting too repetitive.

The prompts are all fairly open ended and I figured people could use them for their own inspiration or request games!!

You know the “send me a ship and flower and I’ll write something.”

Anywho, if anyone does end up using this I’d love it if you’d tag me so I can read what you’ve written!! Either way, I hope someone can get use out my procrastinating 💖

Click here to view an unedited version of the document: The List

#oh oh oh what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK /POS #not doing a prompt game or anything just saving this

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flower language prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

❀ calla lily (beauty) — “you’re so beautiful.”

❀ aloe (affection, also grief) — “i miss them so much.”

❀ basil (good wishes) — “i just want the best for you.”

❀ begonia (beware) — “just be careful, okay?”

❀ gardenia (secret love) — “i don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.”

❀ red chrysanthemum (i love you) — “i love you. please don’t forget that.”

❀ red columbine (anxiety) — “can you hold my hand? please?”

❀ daffodil (unequaled love) — “no one will ever come close to you.”

❀ edelweiss (courage, devotion) — “touch them again and i promise, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

❀ candytuft (indifference) — “i said that i didn’t care, but i lied.”

❀ holly (domestic happiness) — “i never want to leave this bed.”

❀ myrtle (marriage) — “i can’t believe it. we’re really married!”

❀ oak (strength) — “you’re stronger than you think.”

❀ aster (symbol of love, daintiness) — “i’m not fragile, y’know.”

❀ arborvitae (unchanging friendship) — “i’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

❀ blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.”

❀ yarrow (everlasting love) — “i don’t think i’ll ever stop loving you.”

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colour-inspired prompts

pink - leaning closer to listen intently - "oh yeah?" - "let me get that for you" - "here, I've got it" - working to finish something without having to speak; quiet harmony - head-tilted back, mouth-open kind of laughs

red - getting a little teary when you're about to scream - fists clenched in your lap - "that's what you think? really?" - muttered insults - lipstick stains on the side of the mouth - interlocked fingers, being pressed against the wall, eyes narrowed - "god, you just don't know when to stop, do you?"

orange - sun-kissed skin - flowers braided into hair, a worn book on a bus - a child's hand wrapped around your finger - sunset on the beach - a shattered stain glass window - medicine bottles lined up on a shelf

yellow - visiting a childhood friend after too many years gone - a frayed string bracelet - "how did you remember? I only mentioned it briefly." - a half dozen friends showing up at your doorstep when you're sick - "you didn't have to come." "I promised." - days marked off on a calendar - patches of sunlight spotting a lazy afternoon

green - taking the train into the countryside - school trips - running out into the fields, shoes wet with dew - leatherbound books and sketchapds - a willow tree in the local cemetary - "tell me. promise me."

blue - an empty chocolate box at the foot of a bed - flickers of light from the television over a sleeping figure - the same sheets from the past week - a grey sky over harsh waves - "keep it. it was always yours." - growing old and one friend staying forever young

purple - "I didn't think you'd notice." - a kiss, a lamppost, Levi's - all of your firsts - a hand on the steering wheel - quiet conversations outside an empty diner - being the last ones out of a restaurant - running through the rain to the subway

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"No, no. Dude, you're doing the steps wrong!" He looked down to see his foot firmly planted on his friend's foot.

"I thought it was 1-2-3-4."

"Bro! There's only three! 1-2-3, 1-2-3."

"God, I really don't have rhythm."

"That's why we're practicing."

#stop im thinking so hard #hinakasa swing dancing…… #theyre in my brain always

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why is there such a stigma against wearing pads? like why is it that people who wear tampons are seen as ‘strong’ and ‘cool’? y’all know that someone people can’t wear them bc it hurts them or that they just don’t like them? stop making it seem like people who wear pads are childish and weak compared to those who wear tampons 

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Fanfic reader's prayer: may my favorite author's hyperfixation on this fandom last longer than mine 🙏

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hinakasa wip snippet - superhero x civilian

happy sunday here's a wip snippet of something i am very excited to finish soon (it's not angst..!!!!!!! a miracle!!) (it's also an attempt at humor which is... not my specialty but it's getting there i think!)

it's based on a prompt where a superhero is meeting his civilian boyfriend's family for the first time over dinner and is running late. i thought this premise was very funny, especially having yuuta being the judgemental family role (he was born to be a hater)

enjoy!

Hinata called Tsukasa, swearing to take off one of the countless heart emojis from his contact name if he got sent to voicemail.

Dialing… dialing… dialing… and then a beep of the call going through.

“Ah, hello! This is Tsukasa Suou, thank you for calling.” He sounded breathless, and Hinata distantly heard a car alarm going off. “I am unfortunately engaged with something right now, may I ask your--” An awful crunching sound cut him off which Hinata deeply hoped was not his nose breaking. “Your name? And I will call you back as soon as I am able to.”

“Honey," Hinata sighed. “Did your suit’s Caller ID break again?”

“Oh, Hinata-kun. Hi darling.” Tsukasa’s tone flipped on a dime, his smile oozing through his voice. “Yes, it did. I thought it would be more resistant to the um, battering, but it appears to need more upgrades. I’ll fix it this weekend, hopefully.”

Hinata tapped his fingers against his phone case, finding little comfort in the cracked plastic that needed to be replaced. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Well, the internal clock broke too, but don’t worry! I know dinner with your brother is at 6:30. I bought those chocolates you told me he likes, the spicy ones. And I have been mentally preparing for the past month, as you have advised. You gave a rather long list of topics not to bring up, but I have it memorized and thus I promise to deliver an outstanding first impression to your brother.”

Hinata loved Tsukasa, he really, truly did, but he could not stop the pained groan from escaping his mouth.

“Tsukasa-kun,” he said. “You are very, very, very late.”

“What?! No, but I left work on time! Darling, I-- hold on--” A minor explosion interrupted Tsukasa, and after a few more booms and the sharp crackling of flames, he resumed speaking. “I swear on my honor I was out the door on time, even a few minutes early. I haven’t been fighting that long, have I? What time is it?”

“It’s enough time that Yuuta-kun is, decidedly, not impressed with you. Or fond. Or even likely to approve of you by the end of the night,” Hinata said. “Listen, dear, honey, darling, sweetie. Yuuta-kun is going to kill you. He is going to pull you limb by limb and scrutinize you under the world’s largest microscope and make fun of you. This is inevitable, because you are just so very late.”

“Hinata-kun--”

“And I am warning you,” Hinata continued, pinching his nose as if Tsukasa could see his exasperation. “If you are not here in the next five minutes, then you won’t need to worry about Yuuta-kun. You are going to have to worry about me killing you. Not Yuuta-kun, not whatever villain of the week you’re fighting right now. Me. Me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, dear. Of course. I will be there right away, I promise.”

“Good!” Hinata cheered. “I’ll see you then. Love you lots!”

“I love you too. Goodbye, Hinata-kun.”

#chewing on this thank you for the food