#Exhausted Sentence Ask Meme

[siixkiing]

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.” [tang @ wukong]

☯  exhaustion … sentence starters  ☯  

“I’m relaxed.”

That was an absolute lie. One he knew that Tang wasn’t about to buy that easily, not when the scholar before him could read him so easily. He’ll never know how the other could read him like that without much effort. Still, the lie past his lips all the same, trying his best to throw up a façade of calm and collected. 

There were truth to Tang’s words though — after all, he wasn’t the only one to point this out to him. A certain noodle chef had been on his case too recently. It was like they were deciding to gang up on him or something, sheesh. Besides, wasn’t he suppose to fret over everyone? That was what a hero did right? His own past failures also playing a part in why he wasn’t as relaxed as he liked to project on the surface. Doing his best to cover his worries and doubts with the usual happiness and carefree attitude that had become the Monkey King Brand essentially. 

A soft sigh escaping past his nose. He couldn’t fool the scholar, not for long anyway. Already sensing that the man was ready to chew his metaphorical ear off with an added bit of sass on top of it. Or as Pigsy called it ‘Tangy-ness’.

“I just — ”

“...I worry about taking a break, you know? Like the moment I relax is the moment things will go to hell and that I’ll be too late to stop it? I...I don’t want to fail everyone. Not again.”

#Here Comes Monkey King | IC {Sun Wukong} #lokesroleplaymulti​ #ask #answered #Exhausted Sentence Ask Meme #Hope ya like Loke <333 #I love these two so damn much TTwTT #Loke feeding me the good ol' Peachtea~ <333 #Honestly; I am smitten with Peachtea now too...it's too cute~ #For Only You Does It Beat | {Ship;lokesroleplaymulti:Tang}

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Hope this is okay to ask, but how do you think Freddy, Sun, and Moon would react to their S/O being scolded/talked down to by an angry patron/parent/etc to the point of tears? (Definitely not projecting bc a lady chewed me out over the phone not even an hour into my 8 hour shift and made me cry in front of my boss lol nope no way--)

ohhh boy i hope you're ok anon!!! but i can relate hard to this so i hope it makes you feel better! i ended up writing full on short-fics for this, whoops!

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack (doesn't happen in the writing though!)

Glamrock Freddy |✧˖*°࿐ . . .

Freddy may be the pinnacle of politeness and good customer service, but even he has his limits. And this patron, from what he'd seen around the Pizzaplex, was pushing them as far as she could. He hesitated to use the word "Karen" (not that he necessarily understood the meme), but with the way she was admonishing the few human staff with barely a glance at the children she was dragging behind her, it would probably be an apt description. He'd seen her complain at the entrance staff for her having to queue like everyone else, heard her raise her voice when the food she'd snappily ordered "wasn't hot enough", and even witnessed her huff because her child wasn't allowed to jump the queue at Fazer Blast.

All of that, he could keep his composure through. If he gave the clearly exhausted workers a sympathetic word or glance through the day, that was just him being a good coworker.

His absolute limit came, however, when he saw the woman round on you. Simply walking through the Pizzaplex in uniform (even though he knew it was your lunch break) had painted a target on your back for the unpleasant parent, and he watched from a distance as she stalked up to you and tapped your shoulder much more harshly than necessary. He couldn't quite hear what you said, but before you could finish your sentence the sound of her shrill voice pierced his ears, interrupting you. Rude.

Your eyes widened slightly, and you shook your head, presumably trying to explain that whatever she wanted from you, you couldn't do, because you were of course on your break. Ms Karen didn't like that one bit, and her voice raised even more, even going so far as to jab at your chest with clear intention to point out your attire.

The following events happened so fast that you don't think you could have explained it if you tried. One second, you were getting talked down by possibly the most unpleasant patron you'd ever encountered. There was a tightness in your chest that hadn't been there before, and you felt your eyes well up even as you pushed them back with everything you could. The next, there was a blur of orange behind her shoulder and you watched as the very face of the franchise approached. There wasn't much room for expression on Freddy's face, being a robot and such, but you could tell he was not happy.

"Excuse me," he spoke, and you didn't miss the absence of any sort of "ma'am" or "miss" in his wording. "Is there a reason you're harassing a staff member on their break?" Straight to the point. The woman turned, clearly expecting to see a human she could unleash her venom onto, and she stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the idea of being confronted by a robot of all things. She started speaking, then cut herself off, before taking a second to compose herself.

"This employee," and she wrinkled her nose at the word, "just refused to show my children to the arcade," she huffed. Freddy gave you a look now that the woman's back was to you, eyes softening, and you quickly took a moment to wipe your eyes and catch your breath. You hadn't quite tipped over the edge into a panic attack, but it had been close.

"That is because they are on their break, and even if they weren't, taking care of your children is not their job." Back to addressing her, any sort of softness he'd shown you had vanished. He was being perfectly polite, using a matter-of-fact tone, but you could tell from his bluntness that he was mad. "They clearly weren't doing anything, though!" the woman protested, and if he could roll his eyes, you knew Freddy would have. He knew just as well as you that you'd been walking on the way to get your lunch.

"May I remind you," (and there was a definite pointed threat behind the politeness in his voice), "that parents are not to leave children under 13 unattended in the Pizzaplex. Any guardian found doing so will be prosecuted for child abandonment and asked to leave. It was in the entrance waiver you signed." Her kids were definitely not above the age of 10, and while you hardly believe that what Freddy was saying was actually a completely legal clause (or even one that was in the rules of the establishment), you knew for a fact that the woman had signed the waiver to get into the Pizzaplex without reading it.

She knew that too and froze. Then, without giving you a second glance, she turned and tugged her children away, mumbling about how "people don't understand how hard it is to be a mother of two boys," and "couldn't she have just a moment to herself.

As soon as she was gone, Freddy was back to his usual comforting self, taking your hand and guiding you out of the main atrium without a word. As soon as you were out of the public eye, you squeezed his hand and he turned to face you.

"Are you alright?" He moved to hold your shoulders, searching your face with worry. You nodded, although now that the situation was over you sagged slightly, exhaustion peeking through now the panic was gone.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you sighed, "I should've known better than to walk near her when everyone was already complaining about how she talked to people."

"That is not your fault," he admonished, although there was no harshness behind it. He pulled you into a hug, his arms around you helping you ground yourself back to normal. He waited until you were ready to pull back, and if it took longer than the "normal" time for a hug, he didn't complain. Soon, you were back to your regular self enough to joke.

"Y'know, her face, when she saw it was you talking to her, was priceless," you smiled, even if it was still weak. "I bet she never expected that she was going to get told off by Freddy Fazbear himself."

Freddy just chuckled, a sheepish sound even with his confidence. "I don't like telling off patrons, but she deserved it." You slipped out of his arms, brushing yourself off and catching a glimpse of your face in a glass surface nearby. Although your eyes were still red-rimmed, you'd managed to hold back the tears pretty well, and you didn't quite look as shell-shocked.

"Yeah, she did."

Sun and Moon |✧˖*°࿐ . . .

Since you started helping Sun in the Daycare, you've seen your fair share of... shall we say, stressed parents. Mostly, the kind of people who dropped their kids off at the Pizzaplex were the kind who worked all day or just those who had the money to pawn their kids off to someone else. You didn't complain, of course - it's good that kids had a place to come and play and learn formative skills, and Sun was an absolute angel with them all.

You noticed quickly, however, that people seemed to unanimously prefer talking to you over the Daycare Attendant, even though you were new. Some of them had even said to you, in hushed tones, that they were "so glad an actual person was making sure their kids were safe." To which you'd politely responded that Sun was fitted out with the most state-of-the-art security measures, and if anything was to happen, he would be more than capable of protecting the kids. Most accepted it, or at least stopped trying to bad-mouth them to you, sensing you didn't share their views, but one such parent did not get the hint.

It was the father of one of the little girls who spent a lot of time in the Daycare, and as he waited by the security desk for Sun to bring his daughter over, he expressed the usual sceptical sentiment to you. You responded, as usual, expecting the conversation to be over, but instead, he just huffed, eyeing you with a disdain you hadn't expected.

"You're just saying that because it does your job for you, though." He scoffed, not letting you get a word in before he continued. "Not everyone's hardworking, I get it, and it's so easy to sit and let these machines do all the work."

"Sir-" you started but were quickly interrupted.

"I just don't understand why you'd work in childcare if you're going to put those children in danger every single day. I'd quit if I were you." Even if they were untrue, the words cut deep. Is this what the parents thought of you? And why was he saying it as if it was your fault Sun existed?

Before you could even respond, you were saved by Sun skipping over, the man's child in tow. He didn't even respond to the Attendant's polite small talk, just giving you a dirty look and leading his daughter out of the Daycare. Sun turned to you, seemingly confused before they spotted your face.

"Sunshine, are you okay?"

You hadn't realised, but you'd been stuck shell-shocked for the past few seconds. You looked up at him, eyes wide before you shook your head.

"I think I just got called bad at my job."

The way he'd said it, so matter of fact, had surprisingly shaken you, and Sun watched with growing concern as you explained the conversation. When you finished, they quickly pulled you into a hug, a murmur of "Oh dear," accompanying his embrace. They pulled back after a second, studying your face and saying your name in a way that suggested they were very serious for once.

"Please listen to me. That man has no idea what he's talking about," Sun said, pausing to make sure you understood. "All of the kids love you, some even more than me!" You let out a weak laugh at that - it's true that some of the children had recently latched onto you, and it brought you a little bit back to yourself.

"I think..." you started, unsure of how to word what you were thinking. "I'm more upset that he thought you were dangerous."

"He's not entirely wrong," Sun commented, "Moon is ready to do some very bad things if they see him." Despite there being no semblance of a joke, you laugh anyway. Leaning your head into their chest, you relax as much as you can. While it'll take more than an insult to completely rock your confidence, you're still hurt at the idea that the parents you talk to so casually could turn on you that quick. Still, Sun doesn't say any more about it and you think that you've moved on.

The same cannot be said for Moon.

When the Daycare lights go off, you feel a shadow immediately.

"Hi Moon," you greet the other side of the Daycare Attendant, but something feels wrong.

"You're still bothered by that man," he says. It's not a question.

You sigh, pivoting to face the animatronic in the dark. "Sometimes, people say things that are cruel. We move on from it, but it doesn't mean they don't hurt still."

"It's not true."

"I know, Moon. I know." You know they're trying to help in their own way, and as you turn to finish tidying the security desk (the only source of light in the room beside Moon's eyes) he leans himself across you, pulling you back into their chest. He's comforting you, in his own weird way, and you resign yourself to the fact that the so-called "dangerous one" out of him and Sun is going to be extremely clingy until they are sure you're not upset anymore.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf #fnaf x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #sundrop x reader #moondrop #sundrop #moondrop x reader #sun x reader #moon x reader #sun and moon x reader #daycare au #daycare attendant x reader

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Writing Prompt Masterlist, Part Seven

Masterlist of Writing Prompt Masterlists

The Prompts

30 Angsty Dialogue Prompts

A Comprensive List of Scenarios Prompts

Aftercare Sentence Starter Prompts

AI-less Whumptober 2023 Prompts

Angry Confession Prompts

Angsty Friends to Lovers Prompts

Apologies and Forgiveness Sentence Starter Prompts

Asking for Consent Prompts

Betrayal Prompts

Blind Date Prompts

Caring Prompts

Cheesy Pick-Up Lines Prompts

Comforting Words Prompts

Concerned Sentence Starter Prompts

Cozy and Content Cuddling in Bed Prompts

Desperate Dialogue Prompts

Dialogue Responses to Can We Talk? Prompts

Different Ways to Say I Love You Prompts

Dirty Little Compliments Prompts

Dirty Pick-Up Lines Prompts

Dom / Sub Sentence Starter Prompts

Don't Make Me Destroy You Prompts

Drabble List #9

Dramatic & Protective Relationship Prompts

Dramatic Starter Prompts

Dreams and Nightmares Sentence Starter Prompts

Drunken Love Confession Prompts

Empathetic Sentence Starter Prompts

Exes to Lovers Prompts

Exhaustion Sentence Starter Prompts

Fake Dating AU Prompts

Fake Dating Sentence Starter Prompts

Fantasy Prompts

Five Sentence Prompts

Found Family Sentence Starter Prompts

General Smut Prompts

Hard-to-Find Hurt / Comfort Action Prompts

Horrors Prompts

Hostile Sentence Starter Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Starter Prompts

I Accidentally Told You I Loved You And Now We're Finally Talking About It Prompts

I Don't Know Prompts

I Thought Prompts

Insecurity Starter Prompts

Just Close Your Eyes Prompts

Kink Prompts

Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Kinky Scenarios Prompts

Kiss Prompts

Kiss Meme Prompts

Looking at Someone and Thinking Prompts

Magical Sentence Starter Prompts

Make 'Em Swoon Prompts

Married Life Prompts

Neighbors to Lovers Prompts

No Time Will Be Better Prompts

Non-Verbal Angst Prompts

Oops! All Angst! Prompts

Opportunities to Feel Unwanted Prompts

OTP Prompts: Protectiveness

Physical Intimacy Prompts

Please Don't Leave My Side Prompts

Popstar x Rockstar Prompts

Praise Kink Phrases Prompts

Praise Kink Sentence Starter Prompts

Prompts for First Meetings and Awkward Chats

Prompts for Intimate Pillow Talk

Prompts for Nonverbal Communication

Prompts for Patching Up Wounds

Protection Prompts

Question Starter Prompts

Quotes from Stories I Never Finished Prompts

Random Action-Themed Prompts

Random Fluffy Sentence Starter Prompts

Reasons to Cup a Face Prompts

Responses to I'm Sorry Prompts

Responses to Why Are You Avoiding Me? Prompts

Ride or Die Prompts

September Prompts

Settings with Potential Prompts

Sexting Starter Prompts

Sexual Tension Prompts

Small Things That Just Matter in Romance Prompts

Some Sleepy Scenario Prompts

Sparring Prompts

Summer Fling Prompts

Sweet, Caring Prompts

Time Slipping Prompts

Touch Starved Prompts

Toxic Relationship Prompts

Walk Down Memory Lane Prompts

Ways to Ask About It Prompts

Whumptober 2023 Prompts

Why Would Childhood Friends Fall in Love Prompts

Winter and Christmas Prompts

Writer's Month Prompt List 2023

You're the Only Person I Can Turn To Prompts

You Can't Prompts

#masterlist #prompts #writing #writing prompts

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hi friend <3 for the sentence prompt meme, for GO: "Despite knowing he could be anywhere in the world--in the universe--Crowley will always choose the bookshop." 🖤

this is literally not five sentences but it also didn't take me a year so <3

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Despite knowing that he could be anywhere in the world — in the universe — Crowley will always choose the bookshop. He doesn't let himself think about it often, the "H word," but when he does indulge himself, usually when he's feeling particularly terrible, he'll call it what it is: Home.

It's where he always ends up when he's ill like this, damp with feverish sweat and weary with bone-deep exhaustion, his nose running like a tap. Even he couldn't have invented such a damnable thing as this, the so-called common cold.

But the bookshop is where he ends up when something good happens, too, and when nothing much at all is happening, and that's what home is, isn't it? Somewhere to go when nothing is happening?

Maybe he's delirious.

Crowley's swiping at his relentlessly runny nose when he steps into the bookshop, still sniffling futilely when Aziraphale makes his way over at the sound of the door, his face quickly shifting from delighted surprise to concern once he takes a closer look at him.

"Hello, Angel," Crowley says, wincing at how nasal his voice sounds.

Aziraphale just makes a soft tutting sound, reaching up and plucking Crowley's sunglasses from his face. It's a near immediate relief to be free of them, but the warm shop lighting combined with his already over-sensitive eyes send him teetering over the edge from sniffly to sneezing in a matter of seconds.

"hh’itsSCH! Eh’sschIEW! hhh’ISCHih! Ngh..." Crowley sniffles over and over again, though it doesn't do much good.

Aziraphale looks at him sympathetically, murmuring an apology. "It's always good to see you, my dear, but you do sound like you've seen better days," he says, handing him a checkered handkerchief from his back pocket.

It's soft, and smells like the shop and Aziraphale, and Crowley wastes no time burying his face into it.

It's a relief, just being here. It's a relief that he doesn't have to explain, that the shop never changes, that Crowley knows Aziraphale will fuss over his hellish cold in that quiet way of his that's just shy of being too much. Though on second thought, that last one probably has more to do with who is doing the fussing, rather than where it's happening, but Crowley pushes it to the back of his mind.

"I've got some tea in the back, and a new record from Maggie's shop... could be just the thing, if you feel like staying?" the angel offers, blue eyes smiling up at Crowley's.

He always feels like staying, which Aziraphale knows, another small, unspoken kindness.

At Crowley's nod, he guides him gently to the couch at the back of the shop, hand warm and comforting at Crowley's back. There's a blanket draped over the back of the couch like it's waiting for him, and Aziraphale's book is face down, begging to be picked back up. Somewhere, the record player spins something soft and vaguely familiar.

Aziraphale says something about tea, looks about ready to go bustling off somewhere to get it, but Crowley reaches out, stops him before he can go anywhere.

"Just... sit with me a minute, angel?" He asks, surprising even himself. But his nose really is giving him hell, his whole head fuzzy with congestion and fever, and Aziraphale is so warm all the time...

Aziraphale pauses and smiles, drops down beside him on the couch. "Of course, dear boy," he agrees.

If Crowley falls asleep with his head on his angel's shoulder, head full of hazy, confusing thoughts about how maybe home can be a bookshop and the angel inside of it, well, he's pretty sure said angel is already in on that particular secret.

#softersteve #my fic #good//omens #i love one (1) demon and his emotional support angel #5 sentence prompts

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Three sentence meme!

Epel has a nightmare and Vil comforts him

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme [✐] ficlet frenzy

"Have you been awake all night?" Vil asks incredulously as he walks into Pomefiore's kitchen, halting in his steps at the sight of one exhausted Epel Felmier, leaning against a table with heavy bags weighing down his eyes. Pomefiore has a curfew in place, and as the housewarden, Vil knows it is his responsibility to make sure they all adhere to it — including Epel.

But when Epel doesn't react to his words, merely glancing over at him before returning to stare at the table, Vil... softens. He'd expected a snippy remark, or a reluctant apology, not complete silence — is there something else going on?

While it is true that it is his responsibility to make sure those under his dorm adhere to his rules... it is also his responsibility to take care of them where necessary.

Sliding into the chair next to the boy, Vil presses an elbow into the table, resting a hand against his cheek as he faces Epel. "Epel," he begins, voice gentle, "is there perhaps something bothering you? Why have you stayed up overnight?"

"...'m had a nightmare." Epel ducks his head as he murmurs, as if embarrassed by his words.

"What about?"

The boy sucks in a breath. "...STYX. The Phantoms. Idia's overblot. I know we've all gotten out fine, and that you 'n everyone else could take care of yourselves, but..." A shaky laugh. "I'unno," Epel mutters, raising his head though still averting his gaze, "it didn't really feel all that daunting while we were there, but when you're busy dreaming about you 'n Rook dyin', it... kinda don't make you wanna go back to sleep, huh?"

...Ah.

He reaches out to rest a hand over Epel's, causing the boy to glance over at him.

"I understand," Vil says softly — he has been haunted by these nightmares as well, jolting awake more than once with horrific dreams of Epel and Rook dying fresh in his mind, so really, who is he to fault Epel for staying up over it?

He can always lecture the boy over the importance of a good night's rest later and send him on his way with some concealer. For now, though...

"Would you like a cup of tea, Epel?"

"...That'd be nice. Thank you, Vil."

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #ficlet frenzy #twst #twisted wonderland #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #twst fanfiction #twst writing #i don't write vil a lot ahhhhhh god i hope this is ok #we interrupt your regularly scheduled diasomnia w a side of pomefiore! #@ the remaining two diasomnia asks i'll get to you hopefully later or tomorrow we'll see #these are fun btw you guys can send more till i say enough #go wild! #three sentences my ass. more like the mobile drabbles prompt thing

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this is get to know you time. the cringy name game at every camp in the world you do with toilet paper. enough.

Conversations and thoughts resembling the same level of random and incongruence of my Apple Music library. like Josh Groban is to Eminem: Mercy Me. a lot about everything that’s not a hashtag bc it just needs more attention.

Let the first (post) be first:

Hi. I’ve never done this before (like a seriously grown up blog on purpose. Just when just followed sad somewhat desperate poetry with a random live-laugh-love meme in there somewhere.) and Pitch Perfect.

BUT.

For 2 years I’ve had Long-Haul COVID. It’s a different kind of lonely

Thanks so much, amirite? —Gen-Z apologies if I didn’t use that jumbled acronym-word correctly.

It’s hard to keep up.

See? What am I talking about now and how did I get there…

Due to a very common symptom of LHC…

Again—hard to keep up. It’s there. Tho

And I have a lot of quirk so it’s possible I think you’ll “get” but are just nice not to tell me

BUT.

It’s already gone. Train left the Station yesterday.

Slipped on a penny.

Not Good. not even funny.

Teens with the gorgeous graffiti have to Go elsewhere. I’ve always been jealous of that kind talent.

Whole lot better than something else shiny thrown on the track and it’s derailed. There’s at least some innocence in a paint can.

WOW.

I have major attention and Brain Fog hurdles to conquer or shortly bypass. You might not be able to tell b/c of how My writing jumps around so infrequently.

Not true but still easier.

Mostly innocent and playful.

Sadly the attention part is this many years young.

Writing comes naturally. As it always has, strangely...

And why is healing so exhausting? Writing is therapeutic but My body says—can you not?

i know im not the only one asking that!

As if I have time for that too.

find a community of people suffering just as similarly and gain strength, tips and tricks.

Just, speak-screen edit my writing for me. Maybe a clarification fact-✔.

Just not wherever Tr*mp gets his.

Could be Truth Social. Monthly fee tho will cost you your Red Hat.

MYGAbad

Speaking I struggle with processing w/e skills I must have held onto.

BUT.

Since 2 years is quite. some. time.—I’ve shared many struggles and victories.

Like a Bell curve. Or a punk Domino falling then lining them up takes longer just to go down again in half the time. Repeat.

It’s very likely I Will try to talk about many things at once.

I really can’t help that. LOL.

Jury’s still out but I get most of my writing and miscellaneous musings from mom.

Dad can write the best, longest, and precious prayers and notes.

Almost delicately but like you KNOW he’s giving you a hug.

A Good mix tape’s paper Version.

Enter Run on sentences. Truly a stream by now.

Although my brain muscle is weak I’ve been encouraged by several people to Start a blog. Someday I’ll include the past 2 years of w/e pics are on other SocMed.

I can’t think of anything worse.

Yea, okay LOL.

Judgment free. Occasionally… like normal doses then have to work through that.

Mostly that’s because I knew nothing about anything before I opened My computer and started sharing My thoughts under zero context ridden or form at all.

More likely as well to offend and piss someone off. Well done you’re now one less friend popular. There’s an App for that tho-tracking people Who don’t like you.

Not sure where I’ll land with this. It may not land you either.

Because like a lot of us. Sometimes you don’t get to talk actually. No Room.

I like routine; that’s out. So it gets dull.

I’ve learned I hadn’t yet given myself the space to see all of things I can do sitting down.

But. By “given” I mean to say that perhaps I didn’t know it was there.

One Good thing I’ve gathered from this Hell.

Hell fresh by the Day! Never frozen.

So at that time and in this case of my life; sitting is fine.

Some of it isn’t too bad. The writing. You will find questionable punctuation. Run on sentences that I was running.

Relevance at all.

All around Confusion…altho connect the dots could have been seen as practice.

Or annoying even. I’d have no words.

I truly don’t set out to be funny. I could never do stand-up or improv. Or act.

Humor forced just takes and receives too much energy that might come off insincere.

Nothing on command.

Like Matt Perry’s brilliant improv wit it just doesn’t hit the same.

B/c it was scripted.

A syllabus for it Imagine.

The horn to jump off the swim block.

It’s when Life feels more scripted a lot of people close up.

That’s because you’re not in charge anymore. I’ve lost the Power.

Don’t prefer caring about whether someone likes me like I used to.

I believe you can snooze me for 30 days or say ‘I’m done w/ her’ and send Me to the cyberarchives.

Okay. Okay.

So—90% of the time I’m witty and sarcastic with a bit of cynicism, discomfort (for you), and pettifogging.

I write primarily about the questions of intersectionality.

How do things fit.

Let’s Fit it.

Until I figured out physics and calculus and basic math were behind a career in architecture and the classes I would have to take, I enjoyed taking things apart to make something else.

Not always pretty.

Could be Good what I took apart was the best thing we can’t see.

Like I’m writing questions but with wisdom not meaning to do that either,

A lot of people don’t like that. You do you! Baby.

I don’t mean to be at all harsh or hurtful. I try not to say that anything vainly.

I say it b/c a lot of what I’m writing is all of every piece of stream of consciousness tallied.

And it was a synapse connecting another.

Maybe that’s the creative part? The other side of My Brain is telling Me to ✔ on the other side so I’m like…crickets.

What I write is stream of consciousness, brutally honest and to some might be lightly offensive. In College writing this Way would’ve absolutely driven Me crazy.

Then life steps in and bonks u on the head with a newspaper but 15 years later returns the favor with an iPhone.

Or too blunt. And comes across as harsh. And that’s mostly because if I don’t have an emoji to match my real-life broken ღ I’m breaking up with you.

Self reflection: impulsive

I used to journal so much growing up.

When did I lose that innocence?

We can’t talk about folding paper into cranes and witchcraft finger fortune games anymore?

No more MASH?

Huh, maybe you weren’t born this Way. Ur Parents just drew circles nearest each other or your apple stem twist broke too soon and you want a partner whose name starts with P.

Very often I overshare. If you’re reading this this is not brand new information. No ability to say things simply. Think I’ve already. That can put me really vulnerable to more bitcoin hacks.

And then you need to figure out what bitcoin is. And whether Mario can collect coins as well in place of the hackers.

I’d say ask Tom Brady b/c of his investments but since retirement he’s been pretty deflated.

Mean people that mean to hurt.

First of all I feel sorry for you. Not in a poor you tho.

People Who hurt on purpose don’t often have any Way to vent or get a rise other than evoke feelings in and deflect toward a schoolmate.

Skip back to the part I tried talking about vulnerability. It truly is the invisible cloak and no one can see you but nothing makes sense still and you’ve only fixed what’s on the outside. Now you’re peeved AND cloaked.

At this conjunction junction next I’d suggest try shopping at Target opposed to Abercrombie then.

Feet in the water right above bankruptcy to see how things could be different only what…if?

Good ♧ seriously.

So there’s more grace given when you fall. When it’s not your month Day or even year!

Nobody is there for you!!

And My cloak is getting rained on.

Maybe gathering strength from falling will come a common sense with a 6th one but with seriously meaningful things I’ve learned and less hard knock’s Life for us.

The hard Way.

The bottom’s still there and it actually stinks stinks. Discouraging b/c there are two sides to the bottom of the cave full of stalagTITES and mites.

All the up’s and down’s. Right there. And the COVID-19 bat OMG!

You know you may not be able to fall any further further but once you’re up again you’re wondering whether you should get some cement to close that thing off.

Choose to live! But welcome to the real world—it sucks—ur gonna Love it.

Almost 4got. In the cave you dont always have to wait for Jesus to be resurrected if that metaphor comforts you but if change comes and it requires a whole new worm can of Life we already can’t handle that gets us outta the dank I don’t think we need to ask permission to the rights of that Bible passage.

BUT.

Until YOU are ready for change...

Forget it. At least you meant well. Someone can guide that horse to water but it stays pretty hydrated, so he says he’s Good. Promise. The only talking animal and it was Me Who got to hear it. More importantly, who’s gonna ☊? Care? There’s a country song finding out Who your Friends are. A lot stay lost and it’s not helpful all our Friends aren’t the same.

Missing a Good chance to find out if you’re in a similar predicament and that not always a bad thing.

At times I have literally had to be lifted off the floor.

I don’t do this at all for pity. As you read, My Pride is the biggest obstacle to let Go.

When you do?

The hard way through this.

I am angry and irritable for bouts. Sometimes I’m silly and invite karma punishments.

Go all Brimstone and every type fire and the Old Testament has nothing New-thinking and no one new to add to it. SMH. Nail a list on the wooden church door reading it is nearing endgame. Or, Just open your hotel drawer and tear out the back half.

So change then— If it were Me and it has been just not an actual hole I’d be outta there due to the spiders and crickets alone. Jiminy’s Cool.

If u can’t change and just stay a novice bunny hill—fine! Stay there. Build some confidence through experience.

And isn’t that another thing? Something specific motivates the fire under your (cuckoo!) and before you’d see the dark without any End of the tunnel and more importantly with the light aspect. All the sudden you care b/c what? It applies to you of course be selfish. Fascinating yet humbling.

Then there’s the ‘Why Me’ (?) phase? Not fully pitiful but just pretentious enough to resume the trailblaze. Bad attitude with a healthy dose of are we there yet and trying to Balance whether someone is saying …’they get it; you always feel bad’ so…KY Basketball banter? Ashamed accompanies too bc thing is a few times I did kind of scoff at phrases like I always feel bad. Like, here’s 2 Extra strength Tylenol.Alright, Ok, come test for Covid 1/29/22. It shouldn’t take going through something to empathize with or change but you could’ve listened for longer with a clear mind. Just cannot wrap your head around it and I think sometimes that’s okay. What’s next I’ll try so hard.

+ It’s 12:01am of 1/29/24 (so last night), you still can’t do math and/or struggle to add or subtract 12 so aren’t entirely sure its your sophomore year orientation, and you already surrender to what you didn’t want to get up for in the first place. Kind of silly u set the alarm! B/c Pain, confusion, Discomfort and a Deep loneliness that has very little to do with people awaits. That whole scenario is a disaster but look who’s standing and GOT. UP. period. 15 years ago that’s where I’d be. Just defeated.

THAT. Is enough some days. I say that to you struggling to believe the same but know Deep down.

Year 2 longhaul and youre wondering why there are anniversaries at all given about half are always sad or tragic. Evoking the worst on what could be the best. Might be something To think 2 minutes ago you’d ended your prayer to have a better Day. Of anything is true about everything happens for a reason I’d say having to chooose how to respond given you have the privilege at all to that just means were normal. B/c ill be honest I would not

I’m angry. WHAT is so complicated about your lack of Faith or belief prayer must go into an encrypted iCloud even the FBI can’t retrieve or interpret. Never had a chance! But I’ll add that it’s worth noting prayer doesn’t deal with its existence in transaction currencies..

Feel less Pain but feel more with it or stronger now. Or, just plain ‘ol numb. Similar to Addiction I suppose people get so used to being healthy one Way or another they don’t even notice better OR worse and no one is getting married.

Truth is.

Yea.

I’m in Hell, but I’m not on a ventilator. I’m not without relentless Support.

I still can smile but laugh just a bit before it hurts.

Something is always worse.

SomeONE is doing worse.

Somewhere and definitely rn.

I never knew I’d be dealing greed of perspective for this Long.

Something you’ll never find out about that changed your life’s trajectory where an explanation would have only confused things.

Then we still have the chance to be astonished and then genuine bc of that. Thankful. Expectant. With Faith somehow. Maybe carrying someone else’s Hope for a while might burden you less for a short time.

You dont need to see eye struggle and suffering. You dont need examples. You just know. There’s a fleeting peace u might not see again for 2 days but in knowing it’s not just you with the same bs going on.

Like here. Here is someone who needs support but in a different Way but how unique it could be to trade just for a bit. It’s not leg day this time remember u agreed a temp trade.

We don’t have to know everything. Most of the time I don’t give God the time to keep up w/ Me let alone do anything miraculous before I just hang up.

Although My Life was headed in a completely renewed direction in so many ways of recovery—

I got sick. Not because it was meant to be.

Because COVID. Possibly a rabid bat. Cracked vile or petri-dish

Everything does not happen for a reason and ppl dont like hearing that bc its an easy out. Says time might go on but this thorn wont ever heal. How do we respond? that’s the most authentic and a strength yes or no wand.

I hate cliché. Thing is tho…I think we all hate it b/c it doesn’t hold us accountable. Eh it’s fine.

Unfortunately we wouldn’t have the pretty, surprise, one of the Walk to Remember walks. All up to the of healing and forgiveness individual to each of us.

If for Me that means ive healed all I can and I’m counting on research to help Me out some more maybe I just keep going. Trust Me nothing is forgotten but you do know now that at least you were strong and capable enough to figure all that at all. And—I can do that. Some days aren’t that kind.

Maybe it becomes a goal we never anticipated but ✔ your resilience at the ticket line and saddle up, honey.this donkey only holds ____ lbs. let some things Go. That thing will still only walk in a circle but you’ve evenly distributed your baggage.

The feeling of pure joy. Which btw does still require a thesaurus b/c it is NOT the same as joy. Like a preventative Med to an acute one.

Then feel Accomplishment.

Not knowing what’s next but trying to be prepared.

It’s a surprise party we never RSVP’d and don’t regret it.

And it’s a Good thing u got outbid for that yacht.

Hell, tho, you won’t be forgotten but pushing helps the donkey move faster for now that is acceptable.

Unshun. Reshun. (This will make sense if you Watch the Office)

Flee fly. Be gone. Thankfully we hope to come out more resilient after the rip and tear and often not fully repaired sewing lessons.

But perhaps the biggest trait I’ve had to work on is My Pride. I want to do it.

I’ll give myself 3 strikes. 4 balls.

Then I walk to First.

Please do not get Me a gift.

I Love you and that was so sweet.

Would I be as generous?

Do u work, yea. It’s just one really hurts more and being tough isn’t tough at all if it’s not helping the worst hurt.

Those are sitting down, timeout thoughts.

The compression socks need to breathe.

But once the Pride slides over, let go, I get to know how it feels to very tangibly be taken care of and watched over.

Patience. The other side of a rant.

Later on that.

My main goal is to learn. Connect. Be called out if something comes off really tasteless.

Laugh at things that don’t have anything to do with being chronically sick. Laugh about what Medicine u had to administer and royally failed.

Sometimes all coupled with a handicap car-tag. No crutches either b/c I don’t like hearing I Will get better. It is a nice statement but it is impossible to be sure. Ive struggled with that b/c I know everyone believes that and means well I’ve just taken prior sick Gentry’s generalization and multiplied.

I am not making light. I think part of me is using the sarcasm as a coping mechanism.

Praise God there is something that does help the pain or at least distract from that Pain just not the one in your legs.

A codependency just a bit less severe. Embarrassing. Reason for judgment. Too easy.

If you can believe it—-I am not the same person I was 2 years ago.

For now I truly don’t know how. Pain can leave, anything traumatic can be worked on. You’ve got your scars.

I actually really think a scar is just unique as a snowflake or fingerprint. Telling so many stories. B/c a scar does mean something has healed. And it never forgets at one time it was painful. I’d prefer to see what I accomplish but I see wonder and beauty in them.

Things get pretty deep, complicated and downright pitifully sad. Vulnerable. Frighteningly true and relevant.

So I take what Good I can get in that day and pray those with LHC (Long-Haul COVID-19)

Be released.

However. On the flip tail’s side.

I’m 35 years aware there are some people who just don’t like me.

Until recently I wouldn’t have meant ‘sorry not sorry.’

I do now. To a respectable extent.

Reader discretion is advised. I promise I never set out to hurt anyone.

definitely not on purpose.

Because. Idgaf. Not bars being held. Que sera, sera.

complete transparency and seriously tho this doesn't mean i dont care. i wear my heart on my sleeve like a ding-dong ready to get hurt.

call it a diversion. we were on a break.

i just might take all of whatever hits wrong and turn that in to whatever ounce of assurance I can with the openness and to the best capability to learn new things and grow with compassion.

And back to writing—may already be just engrained but I don’t ever have a thesis, 3 supporting ideas or a better word then a conclusion.

You might find yourself confused. Reading it again prob won’t help.

Some will be really bad. Ugly. Waste of time. it was at least therapeutic for me.

Already is.

Even more might not make sense.

Read at your own risk, basically.

I have confidence but not really. Just enough not to care to change.

But I think about it. Because I’m wrong a lot.

challenge me. ill try to get through the fog.

But a lot of things have changed. in ways i might not even know Beauty in the Mess.

To sum up the above (sorry, there won’t be another summary after this disclaimer’s commercial intermission.)

I want to be as positive as possible.

Be in control of what I can. Ask for help for what I cannot.

I’m so ready to get My Life back. Trust Me and trust anyone Who tells your theyre in constant pain.

Really embarrassing I used to kind of scoff and be empathetic.

Funny how youre so sure of things.

Until it happens to you.

Suddenly it’s back to the drawing board and humility.

I wear my ღ on my sleeve. My greatest superpower and kryptonite.

What you read is as close to what you get as possible.

Balance can be unfair.

Please know that I care. I try harder than I ever had before. There are things I didn’t even Imagine could happen to someone when sick.

In all the ways I want to come out of this even better than what I envy I was entering into when I got sick.

There will be a WIDE range of thoughts similar to how i write. Mostly Sports and public figures and the politics I can comprehend.

B/c I know there’s someone out there who’s homeless because of this diagnosis. Or was deadly. Fired.

Divorced.

Ive become a bit of a nerd. Childish in some ways b/c you have to be creative…to be creative.

How do I even Start philosophizing that? So I don’t.

So I try My best to be the best I can. Inspire. Elicit laughter and new ways of thinking.

Questions.

Really tho? I just wanna be me.

thank you so sincerly to anything fromn a meme to a gift to a hug a prayer a smile, company, vibes if they can travel

but most of all

for holding hope when ive not been strong enough to.

For better or worse

for loving me.

making me feel heard.

idk what tomorrow holds but if its the same as today ill know at least i can make it and i am still beyond blessed and cared for and loved unconditionally.

even if forever.

wanna feel free, free.

to be me unabandoned.

changed for the better without knowing it.

some people dont have that option.

or even less the resource or safety to write about it.

Lastly mostly—I’m thankful for Insurance and the ability and privilege to work from home. And. Still have a job in general.

A Family and Family reserves holding me.

gentry.gonna.gents/g3

next. and if you made it this far, bless you.

thank you.

you mean more than you know to me. to anyone miscellaneous thanks as well and to my family and extended family and friends and job and insurance.

im in better shape than a lot. perspective sucks in the throes. selfish not selfish but my gosh turn the lights off. each journey is sooo different, but idk find the goodness and inspiration inbtw. There will be a rainbow soon enough, I wont make the bold claim and promise you one tho,

semi lastly and vulnerably, we've all been hurt. all going through something.

I say this every time something really bad happens. Ya know the ‘this is even worse,’ talk.

This one holds every candle.

Funny not funny none are the same and you’re never fully prepared.

and no one knows what it is you’re dealing.

give grace when I can’t sometimes.

cliché’s be damned lets just golden rule it b/c that one’s hard to do too but it sounds cute and Idont see a periodic table saying A! U! Be nice and welcoming.

I know I’ve forgotten something.

So I’ll fight.

But I still get to complain.

Feeling so entitled to this ill.

Sincerely,

Gentry

no ps you're welcome

#first blog #chronic illness #hope #authenticity #love #long covid #honesty hour #mental health #health and wellness #sports #kentucky #family #work from home #inspiration #freedom #respect #best doctors #covid19 #covid #random #sappy #politics #shoes #sunglasses #shirts #electronic #christianity #progressive politics #peace

[etherealaberrance]

8 and 29 for the ask meme!

Author Ask Game!

8 - Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Honestly, I have no idea which is my favorite. The beginning is fun, but I'd say it's also the hardest. The work is so new to me and the outline is exhausting to push out. But it is also very rewarding because after the first bump, I'm off! The middle is slow to write, but I try to include small plot lines along the main plotline to keep my interest while writing. The end, though. I enjoy the end. It is bittersweet in a way; on one hand, it is very fun to wrap up the plot and choose a lasting sentence to end it all, but on the other hand, I find myself very disappointed everything is over.

So perhaps a nonanswer is how I will respond to this one because I really have no idea. It's like comparing the color green to the color red--they both feel and look very different, and I think that makes them hard to compare.

29 - What’s your revision or editing process like?

Oh, I love this question. You know me and my forever growing pile of AUs, meaning I rarely finish my first drafts, but I have everything planned for when I eventually get there with my WIP projects. I now write my first draft in its entirety before I post anything, since that ensures I don't run out of *waves hands* whatever it is that keeps me going.

From there, I rewrite everything with prettier words and better flow. After that, I read over and do a rudimentary check before sending over to my betas, if any. I usually try to put it into a different program after that, or at least change the font, since it helps me catch any additional errors as I do my edits and work with beta feedback. I usually input it into my first software as a final draft, run over it once more, and then convert it to HTML for AO3.

It's pretty extensive, but I got a comment on a fic once that I'd written 'May 32' and I have not lived down that embarrassment. Since then, I have gotten better about actually editing my work in a way that helps me catch my errors.

Hope this answers your questions! :D

#ask box #thera rambles

[yeonban]

A really long, but categorized, ask meme. ↪ QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

@minban asked: “You know I’m right! I’m always right!” (Mei to Kazuya)

Hues  gaze  at  his  heated  boyfriend  while  the  other’s  (not  uncommon)  yelling  reverberates  thorough  the  room  and  hits  Kazuya’s  ears  at  full  force,  but  he  keeps  his  thoughts  to  himself  in  order  not  to  inflame  his  ace’s  irritation  (which  is  by  no  means  an  easy  feat,  even  for  their  nth  fight);  instead  pondering  on  the  possible  statements  that’d  pacify  the  pitcher  while  still  staying  true  to  himself.  The  other’s  antics  and  plain  out  bratty  behavior  are  shut  out  to  the  best  of  his  ability  while  his  sight  trails  to  a  place  between  Mei’s  legs  and  the  floor,  and  he  tries  to  remember  the  actual  reason  behind  their  fight,  which  as  always  stems  from  an  insignificant  topic,  a passing  opinion  worded  wrong  or  at  a  bad  time,  and  Kazuya finds it  doesn’t  help  him  in his present endeavor whatsoever.

That’s  when  he  subconsciously  sighs,  and  he  feels  plain  out  exhausted,  from  school,  from  training,  from  Mei,  from  an  accumulation  of  people  and  situations.  He  wants  no  more  of  this;  wants  to  make  up  with  his  lover  already  and take  his  mind  off  all  the  stress  in  his  life,  so  once  more  he’s  ready  to  cave  in,  to  accept  the  blonde’s  arguments  as  right  and  seemingly  forget  this  fight  has  ever  happened,  like  many  before  it. 

Therefore  lips  part  and  he  proceeds  with  that  plan  of  action,  hues  focusing  again  and  making  their  way  back  onto  his  boyfriend’s  face. ❛ Mei— ❜ The  next  word  sits  ready  on  his  tongue,  and  he  almost  lets  it  out  in  the  open  when  the  other’s  newest declaration  settles  in,  and  Kazuya’s  for  once  too  taken  aback  to  say  any  retort,  to  do  anything  but  stare  at  Mei  in  silence  with  widened  eyes  for  a  few  full  seconds,  attempting  to  understand  the  ‘argument’  the  ace  just  threw  at  him.

After  another  moment  of  utter  silence,  this  time  from  both  parties  involved,  Kazuya  regains  his  outward  composure  and  instead  of  his  previous  expression,  an  unreadable  one  takes  over  his  visage,  brown  hues  revealing  nothing  but  the  change  in  his  inner  switch.  He  repeats  the  other’s  sentences  over  in  his  head  and  feels  the  anger  rise  in  his  stomach,  an  ugly  feeling  that  burns  cold,  and  for  the  first  time  he  wonders  if  Mei’s  ever  realized  the  reason  why  others,  why  Kazuya  out  of  all  people,  tend  to  end  their  arguments  with  Mei’s  win,  why  he’s  always  the  one  to  apologize  after  days  of  not  speaking  to  each  other,  when  he  still  believes  he’s  in  the  right,  and  does  so even  after  their  dispute has  been  “properly  settled”.

❛ …Yeah,  you’re  always  right,  Mei. ❜ Kazuya’s  tonality is  no  longer  mellow,  no  longer  soft,  no  longer  the  one  Mei’s  so  used  to  hearing  at  the  end  of  arguments  or  when  Kazuya  wants  to  stop  the  fights  midway  through.  It’s  piercing  and  harsh,  detached  from  the  situation and inadvertently  intimidating;  a  tone  he  rarely  ever  uses,  a  tone  he’s  rarely  pushed  to  use,  one  he  most  often  tries  to  hide  behind  his  usual,  cheerful  behavior  and  generally  forgiving  personality. 

He  has  the  option  to  snap  back,  to  say  what  he  knows  would  definitely  hurt  Mei  and  it’d  be  the  truth  nevertheless,  to  say  what  would  make  his  lover  cry  for  hours  after  he’s  already  left  the  room  and  what  he’d  think  about  days, months  or  years  after  the  fact;  but  he  doesn’t.  He  doesn’t  want  to  hurt  Mei  if  he  can  help  it,  and  he’s  aware  that  once  he  starts  a  retort  he  will not  be  able  to  stop  himself  from  finishing  it,  from  regretting  it  once  he  sees  his  lover’s  heartbroken  face  at  the  end  of  his  speech.  So  he  swallows  it  down  and  instead  puts  his  most  genuine  thought  into  actual  words,  and  means  it  in  any  way  Mei  could  ever  take  it. ❛ And frankly speaking,  I’m getting really tired of it. ❜ 

He  realizes  to  the  other  it  could  sound  like  a  prequel  to  a  break-up,  but  he  doesn’t  specify  any  more  than  the  words  he  utters  right  then  and  there.  He’s  known  Mei  for  long  enough  to  be  conscious  of  the  fact  that  the  pitcher  would  overanalyze  a  pressing  sentence  such  as  this and try  to  grasp  the  meaning  behind  every  word,  try  to  understand  what  he  did  so  wrong  now  that  Kazuya  might  possibly  want  to  break  up  with  him  when  he’s  never  done  anything  even  remotely  similar  before,  in  the more  serious  fights  nor  for  the more  serious  topics of discussion.

It’s  the  best  Kazuya  can  manage  without  his  irritation  overflowing  into  hurtful  statements  though,  and  he’s  too  tired,  too  irascible  at  the  moment  to  keep  the  conversation  going,  to  outright  explain  to  Mei  what  he  did  wrong,  and  truthfully  he’d  rather  the  other  figure  it  out  himself  as  well.  He’s  positive  Mei  will  mull  it  over,  and  will  either  come  to  the  realization  himself,  with  the  help  of  his  friends  or  not,  or  will  approach  Kazuya  for  an  explanation  once  they’re  both  calmer,  both  in  a  better  state  of  mind,  and  he  opts  for  that.

Kazuya  looks  at  Mei  once  more,  but  it  lasts  for  a mere split second  before  he  turns  towards  the  door,  muttering  at  least  enough  to  let  Mei  know  that  he’s  not  breaking  up  with  him  right  now,  that  he  simply  needs  an  interval  of  peace,  a  disruption  of  whatever  had  taken  place  between  them  moments  prior. ❛ I’ll  be  in  my  room  if  you  need  me. ❜ And  with  that,  he  makes  his  way  upstairs  to  attempt  to  cool  his  head  and,  albeit  he  knows  it’s  nearly  impossible  after  what  has  just  transpired -  after  all  the  thoughts  Mei’s  left  him  with  and  he’s  left  Mei  with,  to  try  and  de-stress. 

#muse: miyuki kazuya. #minban #* miyuki kazuya. / ic. #I love these two SOO much it's like putting fire and oil together <3

[abarbaricyalp]

Hi! For the ask box prompt game: #14, please?

For this ask meme! For someone who uses the phrase 'he took a deep breath' every three lines, I sure struggled to think of a time he would take a deep breath. It was almost 7-9 sentences 🤷‍♀️

CW: implied drowning

14: Deep Breath

Sam had had near death experiences before. Most of them, like his nightmares, involved falling. Very few of them involved water.

During his most exhausted times, after Riley and before he got himself back together, he'd fall asleep and then dream that he was waking up over and over. He could hear the mailman at the door, the dog three houses down, the songs of life and laughter and irritation, but he just could never make his body work all the way. He'd drag heavy feet and aching lungs across the living room to open the door and then startle awake on the couch as soon as the sunlight hit him. An in-between: dreams infected with reality, reality stained with dreams.

This was a lot like that. He could hear Bucky calling his name, could feel him doing rescue breaths and chest compressions. He just couldn't make his body walk towards Bucky's voice.

Then a hand found his, pulled him through the dark and the water and the exhaustion and pushed him out the door into the sunlight.

Sam took in a deep breath.

#sambucky #sam wilson #Bucky barnes #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #i answer things #sambucky fanfic

[jetblackknight]

Starter-ish call !

Hey, hi, hello — I feel awful for not being able to do replies tonight either ( my brain is in a million places and I can't focus on long replies ) so I figured that for right now, I'm going to open up 'starter-ishs'.

I am, of course, still a multi-para to novella writer, but for tonight and the next couple of days, if you'd like a single-paragraph starter / story line, serious, crack / silly, romantic, steamy, etc, like this post and I'll do one at random !

Or, if you'd prefer, reply to this with the genre of starter and I'll write one out. This goes for Roleplayer, too ! ! I am not leaving anyone out !

I'll also be reblogging sentence starters and ask memes in the mean time, and those are always welcome ( on anon or off ! ) Genuinely sorry for the ups and downs, these things tend to happen . Gotta love social battery exhaustion !!

#▪──── ⚔ ❝ shall i entrust it... to him ? ❞ 「 mun 」 #▪──── ⚔ ❝ ( Itching to write but no brain capacity for long stuff . This sucks ! ) ❞

[siixkiing]

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.” - for sun wukong?

☯  exhaustion … sentence starters  ☯

“Mhm?”

Had the other noticed his exhaustion that easily? The golden simian thought he had been doing a fairly decent job hiding the fatigue he had been feeling from his friends. Not wanting to worry them for the most part. After all, he was suppose to be the strong one, right? The durable one? He didn’t get exhausted or worn out. Not him.

Which was an utter lie of course. Trying to do his best to be more open and honest with those around him — which was hard after centuries upon centuries of hiding what he felt and being honest. 

So, to have Sandy call him out like that and see the concern on the big guy’s face, had caused him to pause for a moment. Than again? Sandy was an utter sweetheart at times and a softie, course he’d be worried. It was how he was — his muscles might be big but that heart was even bigger. Something that Wukong had come to admire and find endearing about his friend.

 “That sweet but I swear I’m fine, Big Guy.”

“Just a smidge bit tired is all, but nothing you need to worry about too much. I’m sure once I get some sleep I’ll be feeling much better.”

More lies pouring from his mouth. Sleep and him weren’t on the best of terms right now — one of the reasons he was as tired as he was. Still, he didn’t want to worry the other too much over it. Even if he knew that the big blue guy would.

#Here Comes Monkey King | IC {Sun Wukong} #energeticsand #ask #answered #Exhausted Sentence Ask Meme #THIS ONE MADE ME SCREAM WHEN I SAW IT QwQ #I JUST -- WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THIS?! QAQ #Also sorry for the wait QwQ;;; #Gimme the Sandy!! -grabs- #Honestly love this so so so much <333 #Yes gimme more of Sandy and Wukong interactiong; I need it TTwTT #Also hope you enjoy this <3333 #Again feel free to send more Sandy at the monkey~

[diarrheaworldstarhiphop]

Yes public spaces are a problem and why we have pride pedo parades and summer of george riots in the first place. The problem is we wont get real privatization where I cant physically remove all the scum of the earth from my own neighborhood without the police and progressive courts running cover for them and encouraging anarcho tyranny to continue. Also does vulgar media include all the cultural marxism thats brainwashing minors into chopping off their wieners and breasts and become lifetime big pharma addicts because tiktok said so

I keep being told to return and post on tumblr again but time and time again i find tired, boring shit like this in my inbox - however, partly because i entertain it. I wonder if this is just the post-modern, angry audience I cultivated from maintaining a boring reactionary umbrage outlet here in 2011-2016. "real privatization" "cultural marxism" "anarcho tyranny" what do these things even mean outside the context of partisan meme warfare less retarded reactionaries injected into an abortive discourse over a decade ago, still phoned in by aging ancap anons such as yourself.

Do any of you even read books or take in art? Let alone, make anything? or do you react to the same petty culture war shit and play videogames. Do you ever grow and evolve? I don't mean like, become a commie faggot or what5ever, but like even intellectually explore what goes into some of these insipid buzzphrases like "anarcho tyranny" out of some curiosity to even try and better understand and critique these things in a way that doesnt mystify what they are.

With twitter dying at the hands of a megalomaniac intent on making that platform into something like a crypto exchange/everything depot idk what to do with my time. Is anything intellectually stimulating ever happening on here. Like I can't be bothered with arguing shit like your anon ask anymore because its the purview of 20-somethings. I exhausted the limit of achieving understanding by bashing skulls with other illiterates several years ago. Where is the jouissance in that?

Anyway

Recently started reading some of the novels of Albert Camus. The stranger is wild because its a pieds-noir attempt to write in an "american style" so its like, abrupt, to-the-point sentence structure. I find myself inspired by this literary gimmick or at least endeared to the manner one outside america attempts to reproduce an american perspective. This is what I was thinking of moments before idly opening this inbox and sighing at your ask

[hosseinis]

wip word meme (feel free to adjust tenses as needed): absence, start, easy

He’s leaning against his hand, jiggling his foot absently before he glances at the two on the couch, looks down again and turns a page.

Still, there’s a twinge of something else that starts in Mark’s chest and settles in his stomach as he gazes up at him.

In fact, Hotch really only sleeps on the way home when it’s a particularly exhausting one (which this was) or a particularly easy one (which this absolutely was not). 

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

#I COULD NOT FIND ABSENCE ANYWHERE #so instead we get a hint of star trek fic instead jsklfjhd #replies! #goatsandgangsters #many thanks friend <3 <3 <3

[borreloadsavagedragon]

for the ask meme, ryoken 3 and 16, and shark, 2 and 10!

Sonny wanting the Ryoken details ofc (me too)

RYOKEN

3. A song that reminds me of them

If I had any confidence in it, I’d drop the Ryoken playlist right from my Spotify lmao

So some songs from it and why below!

Man or a Monster by Sam Tinnesz (feat. Zayde Wolf)

Well I think the title speaks for itself fjdhdhd

But some lyrics like

“You can’t take back the damage you’ve done, Oh, you can hide, but you can’t run”

//

“It’s so hard to tell which side you’re on, One day is hell and the next day is the Dawn”

Just really fit the vibe for him

I Was Just A Kid by Nothing But Thieves

“And the story ends, But life goes on so,

Like those before, And those to follow,

Just when you thought, You knew it all,

You'll find another, And then it happens,

‘Cause you gave me something, Something to believe in, Yeah you gave me something (something), Something to believe in

'Cause I was just a kid”

sweats nervously

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

OK HERE ME OUT- Ryoken is secretly a Swiftie

“Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism, like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time)” //

“I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

I will NOT move from this stand

16. A childhood headcanon

Ok but… imagining baby Ryoken being a big retro dueling fan, having posters, merch, collecting physical cards even though they’re slowly going out of style …….

Like why else would he use so many DM and old fashioned staple traps like Mirror Force, Cylinders, IO, etc, if he didn’t grow up watching at least a little bit of dueling, Ryoken Kogami being a Yugi Stan lives in my head rent free

It gets,,, a bit sadder tho realizing dueling could have been another thing his Father manipulated his love for…-

RYOUGA

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

Legit at his introduction even though he was just a complete douche for no established reason fjdhdhshhs

Like I LOVE sharks the animals, plushies galore in this apartment, shirts, wall hangers, bottle openers, I own every Sharknado on DVD

So my brain was like of course the guy whose personality is just 🦈 will be a top 3 from this show easily

If I HAD to pick a moment where I could remember thinking this guy is actually just incredible though, I think it’ll be episode 22 when he duels Kaito proooobably? The whole episode shows off like all of him in just that span of time, it’s nice idk, I love their duel for a lot of reasons

10. Describe the character in one sentence

uuuhhhhhhhh

“Oh my god please just make up your mind for ONCE.” 💀💀

#THANK YOU SONNY #it’s a love hate relationship with both of them lowkey #mostly love #i’d die for them both #please wear less v necks #yugioh zexal #yugioh vrains #asks #answered

[fixaidea]

Sooo @dual-domination tagged me in a meme where you should post the last sentence you wrote but uhh... Doppelgänger was the last thing I posted, and before that, I finished and posted most of the stuff I started.

...So here’s a two years old outline of a fic I’ll probably never write. (And yeah, I always write like this - put down an out line like this and then fill it out bit by bit, out of order, working on whichever part inspires me the most at the moment.)

Xie Lian in the cell - is having a bad day, but is nowhere near the worst he ever had

 Captors mutter about how they’ll be rewarded for handing him over – Xie Lian thinks he’d explain that they have the wrong man (what could HE be possibly worth), but they cut out his tongue, so they’ll just have to find out the hard way

 Bars of his cell are enchanted – can’t be broken or bent. …But they can be dug out. XL found a sharp stone and keeps working on one

 (Ruoye was peeled off of him, his hat thrown away)

 (He was still recovering from the Ban Yue trampling, so he’s Not Well)

 Boss comes in, starts Villain Monologuing – explains how Hua Cheng is from Xian Le, how he is looking for Xie Lian and how that obviously means that he’s looking for revenge

 XL is shocked

First he doesn’t know how to deal with the thought, goes through with his escape plan

He’s been starved for weeks now, he is still injured from Ban Yue, no powers, and now his conscience feels like a block of lead

He wronged and hurt a soul so hard he turned into a Supreme Ghost King because of him

XL has learned to live with his mistakes, but this is just too much

 He drags himself to Ghost City to turn himself in – and maybe hopes that someone as powerful as HC can finally end him for good

 Finds HC at the Gambler’s Den

Tries to go for a proper kowtow, legs give out, he falls, starts crying without meaning to – his body just had enough, he can’t stop.

 Black boots enter his line of vision – he’s sure they will kick him and step on his face. They do not. His vision fades, he feels himself being very carefully lifted, the last thing he sees is a baffled and upset HC.

 XL wakes up in a big soft bed under a heap of covers and furs

Still shaky and exhausted and all kinds of upset, but injuries are gone, he got his tongue back.

HC is at his bedside.

XL asks if HC knows who he is. (He’s 100% sure he isn’t being tortured to death right now is because HC didn’t recognise him.)

HC smiles, cocks his head to the side

‘Will gege tell me?’

 XL introduces himself.

 He can’t look up. Can’t watch that friendly expression turn into loathing and rage. Any moment now he will be grabbed by the hair, thrown out of bed and have his face trampled into the floor.

 None of that happens, XL goes on:

 ‘I know nothing I say or do will change what happen and make up for the harm I caused. Whatever your sentence, anything you would do to me, I accept it.’

‘Anything at all?’

‘Anything.’

 HC pushes a steaming bowl of soup under his nose.

‘Well, first of all, I want you to eat this.’

 XL confused, asks HC about what Boss said

 HC explains that yes, he is from Xian Le, yes he was looking for XL (no point denying now) but no he is not angry with him

 ‘To say that I became a Calamity because of you… to put it that way would suggest it was your fault or that I blame you for anything. If there’s anyone I resent, anyone I blame, it’s White No Face.’

 XL is grateful for HC’s help but doesn’t want to be a burden. HC wags a finger at him and reminds him that he just promised to accept whatever HC would sentence him to, so now he’s sentenced to bedrest until he’s fully recovered.

Next time XL wakes up the perfectly mended Ruoye is on his arm and his hat is hanging from the bedpost.

I tag @notfromcold

#fanfic woes #tgcf

[blackkatmagic]

If you're still taking these, for the ask meme: 6 and/or 7?

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

Endings. Endings, ending, endings. I'm fine until I get to the last eighth of a fic and then I just choke. Even when I know what I want the ending to be, putting it all into words is the worst.

And also titles. Loathe titles. I'm so bad at them.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

The storm breaks with moonrise, rage fading and scattering into gold-limned clouds that can't quite hold themselves together. Fox stands in the doorway watching, still wrapped in Jon's cloak, with his head cocked like he’s listening to something Jon can't hear.

“You're going towards the sea,” he says.

Jon supposes that he is. That’s the direction the Force draws him in, and it’s where he hopes to find the wreck of the chancellor’s ship. The planet keeps its secrets, but a few half-there glimpses as they landed serve well enough as a guide, at least for Jon.

“Yes,” he says after a long moment. The helmets are still sitting on the steps, and he thinks for a moment of trying to take them along, of finding them a resting place that isn't so touched with pain and fear. At length, though, he leaves them be, because he still has no way to carry them, and Fox needs more immediate help. A night’s sleep has left him steadier, without the washed-out pallor of exhaustion, but there's still a strange slowness to each motion, carefully controlled.

Fox grunts, pushing the robe’s sleeves up to his elbows. There are needle marks in the veins at his wrist and elbow, jagged and scarred over. Not voluntary, Jon thinks, though he doesn’t remark on them.

“It’s less than a day, if we’re walking,” Fox says, and turns, watching Jon with those strange eyes. Eyes with too much in them, Jon thinks, and has to look away.

--This whole fic is one of the pieces of writing I'm proudest of tbh. I really, really love most how words can create atmosphere, and the atmosphere in like a wolf at a live heart is exactly what was in my head when I sat down to write it. The way the sentences themselves are structured adds to that, and I worked for a really long time trying to get the combo of short, direct sentences and longer, flowery descriptors to flow well.

#kat answers