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cottoncandywhispers · 7 days

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future days

-ˋˏ✄┈ summary: after the talk that ellie and joel have, where ellie decides to try to forgive joel, she can't stop thinking about wanting to solve their problems, so she's going to watch a movie with him

-ˋˏ✄┈ word count: 1.4k

-ˋˏ✄┈ warnings: none, it's a cute story that happens before that moment of joel in the last of us part ii. cute moments of father/daughter relationship

The streets of Jackson stretch out before me, too silent and icy for my liking. With each step, I feel the weight of my thoughts, a mixture of nervousness and hope propelling me forward. I had argued with Joel again earlier, and it was something I hated, but I couldn't stop the anger from blinding me.

I walked the familiar streets, but this time my mind was somewhere else. I remembered every word, every look, every difficult moment since I found out the truth about what he had done. I felt like he had taken away an essential part of me. Shouldn't it have been my decision? What had I fought so hard for if in the end I couldn't save anyone?

The sun began to set on the horizon, I can see the shadows of the trees lengthening and the tingle of anticipation rising in my chest in record time. Deep down, deep down, and behind all my negative feelings, I longed for everything to work out. I'm willing to try for him. As stubborn as I'm, I know that Joel is worth a try. I know he didn't mean any harm, he just cared about me.

I walked aimlessly, lost in thought, but at the same time longing for the moment when I would be reunited with Joel. Yes, despite everything, I promised him that I would make an effort to forgive him. I would try to bury my impulses deep in my thoughts. That night, we were going to watch a movie together, a small attempt to reconnect, to remind each other that, despite everything, we still had each other… Fuck, I can't say otherwise, he's the only person I've ever been able to trust.

I have nightmares of his watery eyes on a daily basis. Other days it's dead people, begging for help. But again it's his eyes. Guilt kept me awake on other nights. I'm a mess.

I'm early, too early, but I can't help but feel nervous and excited at the same time. I know tonight is important, a time to try to rebuild what we once had.

I finally make it to his porch, without even thinking about it. Through the window I can see that Joel is looking at some DVDs. I'm sure he's nervous too. Even though I'm already at the door, I prefer to take a deep breath before I hit the door. With every beat of my heart, I feel the weight of the decision I'm about to make. But the weight melts on the spark of hope, a small light in the darkness that reminded me that, even in the hardest of times, he had been with me.

With a little uncertainty, I raise my hand and knock gently on the door. I wait, holding my breath, wondering what Joel will think of seeing me here sooner than expected. My thoughts swirl through my mind, wondering if I should have waited a little longer, if I'm being too impulsive once again.

The door slowly opens and I meet Joel's surprised gaze. His eyes widen a little wider than usual, marking the wrinkles in his eyes. For a moment, neither of us says anything, we just stare at each other, as if trying to find the right words to break the silence. I'm scratching my head without realising it, like a reflex action.

I shrug, trying to look nonchalant when I'm actually shaking inside. "I just wanted to make sure I was here on time," I reply, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.

Then a slow smile spreads across his face, breaking the tension in the air. "Ellie," he says in a soft voice, as if he can't believe I'm here. "What are you doing here so early?

The surprise on Joel's face slowly fades, replaced by a warm smile. "Well, that's unusual coming from you," he jokes, but there's something else in his tone, something that makes me feel like he appreciates my effort to be here.

I feel a little more relaxed at his reaction. Maybe I'm not as out of place as I thought. With a nervous smile, I step through the door and into his house, ready to face whatever might happen.

My eyes fill with tears and I have to make an effort to hold them back. The tenderness and love I see in the photograph overwhelms me, and for a moment, I just want to run to Joel and hug him tightly, to cling to him as if my life depended on it, as if I were a child. But I restrain myself, keeping my emotions in check as I listen to him speak.

As I enter Joel's house, my eyes sweep around the room, and what I see takes my breath away. It is spotlessly clean, tidy in a way I haven't seen in a long time. The clothes that used to cover the furniture are gone, it even smells good. My eyes stop on an old television set in a corner, next to which is a DVD ready to play. But what really makes me stop is the framed photograph that adorns his desk. It's a picture of the two of us, taken a long time ago, when things were simpler, before the world became so dark and complicated, more than usual. The photo seems to radiate warmth and happiness, and I feel a lump in my throat as I think of all we've been through since then.

"I hope you feel comfortable," Joel says, his voice soft and emotionally charged. "I picked a movie I thought you might like. Well…I don't know, but it's a classic."

I nod, unable to find the words to express what I'm feeling right now. But that gesture, the way he's set this up for us, says more to me than words ever could. Silently, I settle into the sofa, feeling the warmth of his presence beside me.

"The Searchers, starring John Wayne. One of the best cowboy movies ever made. You know, shootings, revenge…fun stuff."

"Is it a cowboy movie?" I smirk, it was always cowboy movies.

That laugh that comes out of his mouth proves me right without me needing to say anything else.

I can't help but laugh when I hear that. "I don't know who this John Wayne guy is, but he sure knew how to have fun."

The film starts playing on the screen, but I barely pay attention to what's going on. Instead, I find myself lost in my thoughts, in my memories. And as Joel sits beside me, sharing this moment with me, I know that we are taking a step in the right direction, in a way.

The vast, barren landscapes slowly captured my attention. I had to make the joke about how it wasn't that easy to ride a horse, otherwise I was going to explode.

The film is over and part of me wants to keep the fact that I loved it, but I end up blurting out "Brutal" as the end credits roll and Joel laughs.

Joel and I shared comments on the most interesting scenes and got excited about every plot twist, we also laughed quite a bit at certain points. As the film progresses, I feel the tension slowly fade, replaced by a sense of wonder and fascination. The vivid imagery and captivating narrative keep us glued to the screen, totally immersed in the story. John Wayne sure did it well.

The room is now bathed in the dim light of night, and my stomach emits a loud growl, reminding me that I'm hungry. Joel gestures and says knowingly, "What if we go out for dinner?"

I nod enthusiastically, grateful that he's the one to say so. For a moment, as we're leaving his house and discussing the film, I feel like I'm fourteen again. That I feel again that maybe I'm not as alone as I think I am and that maybe I can still consider him my family, despite everything. Maybe in a while everything can go back to the way it was before.

#Spotify #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #mine #my writing;#tlou spoilers #tlou #ellie and joel #ellie and joel fanfic #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us part ii #tlou fanfic #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fic #I know that usually the tlou fanfics here are romance but for my sanity I needed to write this #ellie williams fanfic #joel miller fanfic

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cosmic-kaden · 19 days

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Something to me; 💜🧡

Ship: Phillip x Kaden

Words: 1,768

cw: Mentions of parental abandonment and just general shitty parental behavior doesn't go into heavy detail.(Its my reality hhh so this is scary for me to post) One little suggestive joke but nothing detailed or anything just a quick way to make Kaden smile dlfjds

Summary: A jokester is really good at being heartfelt and sweet.

If you're not a self shipper please dni, nothing against ya. I have anxiety lol || self shippers are encouraged and welcome 2RB <3

The breeze was warm but cooled in the night air, crickets chirped their little tunes and fireflies lit up the backyard. The only other sounds were soft sniffles every once in a while. to anyone else this was the perfect night, it was warm, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and stars twinkled high above but to Kaden this night felt incredibly heavy.

"psst.."

"psst!"

"Kaden!"

Kaden jumped a little, quickly bringing their hands up to wipe their tears as they looked behind them to the best of their ability, They were sitting in the backyard at the patio table. "What are you doing awake?" Kaden asked as Phillip approached them.

"Seeing why the grass out back was sniffling, obviously" He teased with a grin. "Why're you crying out back at 3AM?" He asked, the teasing tone replaced with a more serious concerned tone.

"I wasn't crying." Kaden sighed as Phillip took a seat next to them and without warning he reached over, siping his thumb across Kaden's cheek only to find it damp.

"Uh-huh. Clearly." Phillip chuckled softly which caused Kaden to smile in response. "So what were you not crying about?" He asked once more, leaning back in his chair.

"Not so sure I'm ready to talk about it right now" Kaden sighed.

Usually when it came to someone being emotional Phillip always seemed to freeze up or get confused about whether he should press the person or just go away and leave them alone. The only one he was ever really able to talk to was his sister Wendy but oddly enough it was also incredibly easy to talk to Kaden too.

"If I leave you be are you going to cry again?" Phillip raised a brow and Kaden sighed heavily, there were already more tears.

"N-No" They tried to say confidently but it came out weak and a bit broken as their voice cracked.

"Okaaaaay" Phillip sighed softly as he shifted his chair closer to Kaden. "Just say whatever is on your mind. I won't judge."

"I lied to your sister--" Kaden swallowed thickly.

"How so? uh oh, you're actually a serial killer and I'm the first to go." Phillip grinned and earned a small chuckle from Kaden which only made Phillip smile.

"No, you're safe." Kaden shook their head to which Phillip placed his hand over his chest and breathed out a little 'oh thank god'

"I said I had family here but we weren't really on speaking terms-" Kaden shifted a little in their chair.

"annnnnd you don't have family here?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair a little.

"I do but….they aren't family…I mean they are but.." Kaden inhaled deeply as they tried to think of how to word it. "I was never their family." Kaden glanced up at Phillip. "I don't want to unload all this on you…"

"No no I want you too" Phillip reached out, placing his hand on the back of Kaden's chair. "unload all over me"

Kaden raised a brow and Philip flashed them a grin to which Kaden laughed and rolled their eyes. "Gross."

"Just tell me. I bet you'll feel better" Phillip hummed softly. If there was one thing that Phillip knew how to do it was making people feel better when they weren't feeling the greatest, Kaden noticed he was like them in that sense. He could easily be a goof just like them.

"Fine, you bug" Kaden teased and Phillip smiled. "I guess I'll start by saying I wasn't brought into this world with the intent of being cared for and raised. My dad's ex found out he was with my mom and she went off on him and her, basically told my mom that my dad was sterile and his words were "wanna bet" and nine months later here I was, a few years after that he left." Kaden sighed heavily.

Phillip was now grasping the weight of the situation, he was still holding the chair that Kaden was sitting on, his thumb brushed against their back when they spoke and he shook his head. "If you're too uncomfortable to continue it's okay."

"No… it's okay…I might feel better." Kaden echoed his previous words. "I always had other people taking care of me and by taking care of me I mean leaving me to my own devices while they either got high off their asses or drunk. Amongst other terrible things-" Kaden rolled their eyes. "Mom was never around and treated me more like a paycheck than anything which was evident when I became a teenager. I stopped going to school because I had a huge bully issue to the point where I was literally afraid to go to school, my bully was very violent"

Kaden felt Phillip gently place his entire hand on their back and he hesitantly rubbed their back, he knew if they felt uncomfortable with him doing it he'd stop but he was happy that Kaden didn't even mention it, Kaden felt very comforted in that moment.

"Long story short my mom stopped getting government checks for me, once she realized she wasn't getting any money she booted me out on my ass. I was 16- I've been struggling to find my place ever since. One bad relationship after another. I tried giving my mother multiple chances and failed.." Kaden's throat went dry.

"Then I get invited here by your sister and while you guys all seem to be at each other's throats half the time I can tell that you all care about each other very much, despite your differences you're still a family and you spoke about your childhoods and what you all did and it was nothing like what I experienced and I don't know I feel…robbed and cheated. Why am I here? To win a bet?" Kaden's eyes glassed over before tears rolled down their cheeks. "I feel like I was an error, put into a world that I wasn't supposed to be in. I'm nothing and I am no one, I have no place and I don't fit in. Being here just reiterated it for me"

"Hey…hey hey" Phillip got off his chair and knelt down in front of Kaden, he was quick to take their hands into his, and he looked at them, his expression softening as he wiped away their tears. "That was a lot of heavy things you just said and I'm not always the best at words but Kaden, you are something, you're not a no one, I see how you've interacted with me and my family and you leave an impression on them that most people don't and no doubt anyone you've ever met…Everyone you've ever spoken to, I'm sure they know who you are in some way. Might not be well it might just be that person with the dark blue hair but..in some way, people remember you" Phillip gently squeezed Kaden's hand, reminding them he was there for them.

Kaden lifted their head to look at him and Phillip cupped their face as he wiped their tears away. Their eyes flicked up to meet his.

"You've at the very least made quite the impression on me." Phillip dropped his arms to rest his hands on Kaden's knees, he remained squatted down in front of them. "You're something to me." He gave a little shrug. "Call me an idiot for feeling like this but ever since you showed up I haven't had a moment of peace up here" he pointed to his head. "You're infectious." He said with a small smile. "My family thinks I'm a royal fuck up, while I can't relate to you completely and what you went through, I do understand the feeling of standing on the outside looking in on something you wish you had"

Kaden almost didn't know what to say, they were shocked. They didn't think Phillip was like this, for someone who doesn't always know what to say he really does talk from the heart and it was damn near perfect what he said, they felt a wave of relief wash over them and they felt a comfort they had never really felt before. "If it's any consolation…I don't think you're a royal fuck up.." Kaden gave him a soft smile.

Phillip stood to his feet, grabbing Kaden's hands, yanking them to their feet, Kaden nearly stumbled forward but was caught by Phillip who enveloped them into a tight hug. Kaden couldn't speak, their eyes went wide as they felt themselves pressed against his chest, their arms trapped between his body and their own as his arms wrapped around them.

"And you my dear are something, you're something and someone and you fit perfectly. Right here." Phillip rocked with them slightly to get his point across, Kaden felt a flush cross their cheeks as they looked up at him with a confused expression on their face.

Phillip looked down at them and grinned "You heard me" He chuckled, leaning his head down to kiss their forehead. "Not saying slap a label on it or anything but I would really like to spend more of my time with you." Phillip hummed as he pulled away enough to look at Kaden.

Kaden smiled sweetly, their heart felt like it was pounding out of their chest. "I'd really like that."

"Ohohohooo my sister is going to haaaaate me~" Phillip nearly giggled and Kaden laughed softly. Phillip dipped his head down a little to better look at Kaden, his arms slipping to their upper arms. "You feeling better?"

"Yes." Kaden nodded.

"You sure? I'm not going to hear the grass crying in an hour from now?" He grinned.

"I'm okay, promise." Kaden giggled.

"Good~ I'm gonna go to bed now then, you try and get some sleep too okay?"

"I'll try my best~"

Phillip pulled Kaden forward slightly only to dip his head down and kiss Kaden's cheek with a "MUUAH" sound. "Goodnight sweetie, see you in the morning" He grinned and let them go.

"It…It is morning though?" Kaden flushed darkly and laughed.

"Oh shit.." Phillip said, looking at the sky that was slowly getting brighter. "Okay then" Phillip grabbed Kaden's hand, gently tugging them along back into the house. "We'll have a quick nap and then I'll make coffee…lots and lots of coffee.."

It would turn out that Kaden and Phillip didn't actually wake up until his sister found both of them snuggled up on the couch sleeping in the living room. Nothing says good afternoon like a blood curdling "Nooooooo!!"

Tagging: @ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @kylars-princess || @lysandreslittlechatot || @dragonsmooch

SCARY SCARY VERY SCARY! I'm not used to being open about my past so this is SCAAARRYYYYYY

#Chaotic Twinflame #Phillip 💞#my writing;#I reiterate SCARY SCARY VERY SCARED TO UPLOAD THIS #long post #I'VE HOVERED OVER THE POST BUTTON FOR LIKE FIVE MINS KADEN YOU FUCK JUST PRESS IT!!! T_T

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inuringly · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV, NieR: Automata (Video Game), Drag-On Dragoon | Drakengard (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Warrior of Light/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Stanza Valeflower (WoL OC), Krile Mayer Baldesion (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: Spoilers, Patch 4.0: Stormblood Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV), Canon-Typical Violence, YoRHa: Dark Apocalypse Questline (Final Fantasy XIV), Not Beta Read, Drag-On Dragoon | Drakengard References Summary:

In that world we once knew, sharp and shattered, a single spark of memory grows to a flame. It shines upon the lost, and at last we understand. Hunger must be sated. Knowledge must be gained.

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Lives must be protected.

~*~

Hear. Feel. Think.

These command you. You will do that. You will hear their words, and feel their feelings, and think about it. ... But you also feel like watching is important to all three. You are rebuilt from the ashes of something terrible into someone new. [ A FFXIVxDrakeNieR perspective on my WoL and his WoL gf/eventual wife because... fuck it, I do what I want. ]

#link;#my writing;#ffxiv WoL oc #I... I don't know i wrote this monster #recommend reading it with the theme on for fun colors if you like that i worked hard on this #i spent all day on this #i am a man possessed by drakenier and ff14 and thinking TOO HARD abt them

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lesenbyan · 5 months

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46 — skies, for Eve and maybe also both of her sisters

One Word Writing Prompts

Eve takes a deep breath and lets it out in a happy sigh; the air always smelt different on the Steppe. None of the smells of industry or stationary civilizations and it always stirred something inside of her. This is where her parents were from, and somehow that bond was enough to tie a piece of her soul here, too, no matter how complicated her feelings were.

"Wooooooow," Aki gasps, in awe. It was their first trip as a full family, Aki's first trip ever, and, unlike Eve and Cynthia's, this one wasn't under threat of impending invasion. Thus, as she admires the view, they all slow their stride, giving her ample time to take it in.

Eve watches her sister and her Echo flashes the colors of wonder and awe and pleasure across the sight. She had waited years for this moment, and she wanted to relish it.

"We'll go set up in Reunion," their father says softly, not interrupting the moment, even as he draws the attention of his three daughters. "You girls take your time." They all three nod and their parents pull forward on their mounts with their wagon of goods to sell. Eve had offered to pay the whole passage for all of them, of course, but her parents were proud. they wanted to cover as much of the costs as they could, and who was she to deny them? This was part of a life they would of had if they'd not left, they deserved to live it if they wanted.

Eve's attention turns back to her sisters, Aki's pure delight making the other two smile softly. "What now?" Eve asks. There was little specific she wanted to do, other than introduce Aki to some old familiar faces, but that could be worked in as it was easiest, no reason to drag her across the whole Steppe for it now.

"I don't know," Aki answers still looking around. "The horizon seems to go on forever; I could get lost in it."

"You want to fly?" Cynthia signs grinning before pulling out her yol whistle.

"Can we?" Aki asks, half a delighted gasp. "I don't have a yol of my own-"

"If mine can hold me, Cyn's can hold the two of you," Eve interrupts gently and with humor, fishing out her own whistle. Two shrill whistles sound in the air and moments later two birds descend beside each of their caretakers.

Cyn climbs on her bird and reaches a hand down to Aki to help her up, unsure how to mount on her own. Eve watches as she wraps her arms securely around Cynthia's waist, careful not to sit on her tail, before she mounts her own bird. She can hear Aki laughing in delight as they take off, flying low, looking for heat currents. they find one and Aki screams happily as suddenly they're rising easily, flying in circles to get altitude until even the Dawn Throne is tiny below them.

Eve lets the twins lead the way, following their flight path and watching them, listening to Aki's delighted sounds that the wind manages to sweep back to her ears. She had dreamed of this day, back when she first flew these skies. Now that it was here, there felt a weight off her shoulders. This was freedom- true freedom. Sure she hadn't been trapped like Aki, forced to do the bidding of others for her own survival, but she had been trapped by her mission. Nothing had mattered as much as finding Aki did. And without those shackles, she felt lighter than air.

She looks out at the endless horizon and takes another deep breath, saying a silent prayer of thanks to Nhaama and Azim, and allows herself a smile.

#my writing;#4.0 spoilers;#ffxiv;#Evelynn Himaa;#Eve;#bluh take it away from me #sezja #asks;#ask prompts;

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faeriekit · 6 months

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me?#you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares?#please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

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thesefallenembers · 6 months

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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

#someone send this to my english teacher because vocab tests are hard #writing memes #reading #writers #writers of tumblr #writers of instagram #writing #writer #reader #writer memes #readers of tumblr

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butchfalin · 5 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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yeehawpim · 8 months

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

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who-canceled-roger-rabbit · 8 months

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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team #there's a they wolf in my closet #gender #transgender #trans #lgbtq+#queer #story ideas #writing prompts

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striving-artist · 5 months

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The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.

Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”

Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”

The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.

Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”

Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.

Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.

#my life #why yes #this is obvious in my writing #thank you for asking

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cottoncandywhispers · 11 months

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🐻 ⊹ ₊˚ hi i'm irene and i'm 21 ! ˚₊ ⊹ 🐻

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˗ˏˋ ⛧ what you will find in my blog: music, books, tumblr quality, flowers, pink, soft grunge, pastel colors, fandom, taylor swift, cute things, food, emo, rain, percy jackson, cottagecore, positivity, art, 2010s, my edits, friendly reminders, 2000s... my writing: future days

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cosmic-kaden · 2 months

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.: Cold :.

Ship: Ben Solo x Kaden Reese

Words: 735

cw: These two be infuriating and hopelessly in love lol Me @ me and Ben: I hate you both askjfhds /j

Summary: Kaden's cold. :3c

Banner: @/cafekitsune

"I-It's unbelievably cold out here," Kaden muttered through chattering teeth, the wind cutting through them with a ferocity that felt almost personal. The cold was not just nipping; it was gnawing at their skin, relentless and savage. Kaden found themselves in a precarious situation, having "acquired" a few essentials from an unsuspecting scavenger. Unfortunately, said scavenger was now relentless in pursuit, undeterred by the merciless cold that dominated the landscape.

Driven by a mix of desperation and the biting cold, Kaden made the decision to abandon subtlety and dashed towards the safety of their temporary refuge, a hideout shared with Ben. Both of them were fugitives, evading the relentless hunt of the First Order.

The hideout, thankfully, was not far, but the journey was made arduous by the howling wind. Upon reaching safety, Kaden burst through the door, slamming it shut and securing it behind them. They leaned against the door, panting, trying to catch their breath in the thin, frosty air.

"What took you so long?" The question came from Ben, his voice cutting through the silence of the hideout. Kaden, following the sound, found him lounging casually at a table, an aura of calm about him despite their situation.

"Ran into a snag, then had to leg it," Kaden replied, flexing their fingers in an attempt to restore some sensation to them.

Ben seemed to dismiss the explanation with a glance, his attention quickly shifting to Kaden's visibly cold hands. "Cold?" he asked, stating the obvious.

"Freezing," Kaden exhaled, continuing to flex their fingers, the cold having leached deep into their bones.

The howling of the wind outside seemed to underscore the moment as Ben inspected Kaden from head to toe, finally standing. Under his gaze, Kaden felt an inexplicable smallness, a vulnerability that was rare for them to show.

"W-What?" Kaden asked, a trace of nervousness in their voice.

"You were ill-prepared for the cold," Ben observed, a matter-of-fact tone to his voice.

Kaden could only sigh, their gaze drifting back to the door as if it were the source of their miscalculation. "I didn’t expect to be out there that long—I…" Their protest trailed off as they turned back to find Ben closer than anticipated, his hands gently capturing theirs. The sudden touch was startling, yet not unwelcome.

A silence enveloped them, filled only by the sound of wind against the hideout, as they locked eyes. Every touch seemed to intensify the unnamed tension between them, a warmth blossoming in Kaden's chest that was oddly comforting.

"What are you doing?" Kaden managed, their voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

Ben, momentarily lost in the moment, began to gently massage Kaden's hands between his own, the action speaking louder than words. Despite the silent question, Kaden found themselves captivated by his focused expression.

"The risk of frostbite is real. We can’t have that," Ben explained calmly, his thumb tracing patterns over Kaden's palm, the warmth from his hands a stark contrast to the biting cold they had endured.

Ben’s gaze remained on their intertwined hands, not once looking up until Kaden's reaction drew his eyes. The faint blush on Kaden's cheeks was enough to quicken his pulse, their proximity sending an undeniable thrill through him.

"I think… my hands are warm now," Kaden stumbled over the words.

Once again, a hush fell between them, laden with an unspoken tension. Their eyes locked, lingering in a gaze that stretched a moment too long, revealing more than intended. Ben's hands remained on Kaden's, a hesitant caress that spoke volumes, unwilling to break the connection just yet.

"Ben." Kaden's voice was softer now, a hint of amusement in their tone.

"Hm?" Ben responded, the sound almost a caress.

"You're holding my hands hostage." Kaden chuckled, lightening the moment, prompting Ben to glance down and quickly release their hands.

"Apologies....Feel better?"

more than you know.. "Yes, thank you."

Later, as Kaden lay in their makeshift bed, they replayed the moment, hands clasped together as if to hold onto the warmth Ben had given them. Their gaze wandered to Ben, now seemingly asleep, the quiet rhythm of his breathing a contrast to the storm of emotions within Kaden. Turning away, Kaden sought to calm their racing heart, unaware that Ben, eyes barely open, had witnessed the entire silent confession. With a soft sigh, he pondered this delicate song and dance, wondering when the facade would finally fall, which one would crack first?

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Was inspired after being outside and its heckin COLD T_T

If you aren't a self-shipper please dni <3 I have anxiety of being s e e n lol

#I WANT TO SMACK THEM BOTH LMAO #YOU'RE IN LOVE YOU FOOLS! KISS DAMMIT!#I love my ship with Ben so much hehe #my writing;#you had me under spell right from the start;#FINALLY TRAINED THE TAGS LOL I type “Y” and my ship name is the first to come up! good tags! <3

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