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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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pineapple-frenzy · 29 days
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Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara
They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them
But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd
The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>
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cartarg · 2 months
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kitty of some sort
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friedri-ce · 4 months
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imagine hollow knight where everything is almost the same except pure vessel wears a really pretty skirt
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sealed vessel version as well
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kenchann · 11 days
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king of snork mimimimimi-ing
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fourth-quartet · 1 year
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Since you had a shitty day, here's some question from the weird questions for writers: 5, 8, 13, 19, 24, 33, 36, 39
thank you friend <3
5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?
i don't think i do, which is wild. i have habits that i have in relation to writing, but i don't have any particular superstitions.
8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?
i was gonna say dialogue for sure, but i actually have written an original fiction piece that was done entirely via dialogue, so.
13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?
i find darker themes and topics easier to write than lighter ones. i'm particularly bad with anything fluffy or soft without some kind of angst built into it. i just like conflict.
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
once upon a time, a six year old took was in first grade. he liked writing so much, he volunteered to join the group of kids who were writing stories for the parents to hear on parent-teacher night. he read more than he did anything else, with his nose almost always buried in books.
he moved to a new country when he was nine, starting fourth grade, and really found his solace from constant, horrible bullying in books. he read and wrote as much as he could, going so far as to barely pay attention in his classes. he would go on to attend a weekend writing retreat in sixth grade, at age 11, and make one of the greatest friends he ever would - an actual adult, published author, who to this day, is still one of his biggest supporters.
that retreat cemented young took's love for writing, and his desire to take it somewhere with his life. alas, seventh and eighth grades would be pure hell for young took and he found comfort in LARPing and fanfiction, going so far as to spend his entire ninth grade (homeschooled) reading and writing fanfiction (he got an A in the class).
young took was in his senior year of high school in kentucky when he met the teacher who would change his life. despite having only just started writing poetry, took would shyly turn in some poetry for a creative writing assignment and his teacher (who also taught his ap lang class) would take him under his wing, mentoring him through the 4 class periods took would spend in that classroom a day. this teacher would nominate young took for the creative writing award for high school graduation, and would be excited to workshop his portfolio with him when took expressed interest in applying to art schools.
now, took is preparing to start a mfa in creative writing with a focus in fiction, attends a voluntary fiction class via zoom on monday nights (and has been since 2020!), and takes every chance he has to write.
24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?
it depends on the story. sometimes it's nothing. sometimes it's extensive. sometimes i spend hours on research for a single sentence. sometimes i make shit up and ask people to forgive my ignorance.
i do enjoy prep work. recently i've been really into making powerpoints for characters in my original stories. it helps me visualize them (since i have absolutely no mental visualization at all).
33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?
i used to paint a lot. it tied into the poetry i wrote, because when i got extremely overwhelmed and would veer into shutdown territory, i would paint the voices of singers i liked. usually accompanied by a poem describing their voice as i saw it.
i also used to be an actor. i was very active in theater communities and i had just started dipping my toe into acting for film when i had to stop for numerous reasons.
36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?
so much literature. so much writing. i always enjoy writing about writers - just a touch too meta at times, always funny to write a scene about a writer procrastinating editing while i myself am procrastinating editing. throw onto that academia, gender, and sexuality, and you can wrap up what I Know in a nice little bow.
39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?
the knowledge that tomorrow will be different.
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purpleneutrino · 24 days
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The bruising around Sanji’s wrists was mostly healed, but some marks still remained.
Art for Chapter 5 of ‘Because It’s You’
here on ao3
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suiheisen · 20 days
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you think YOU had a bad day at work?
bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera
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ruporas · 9 months
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the blank ticket in your hand is just waiting to be filled in.
happy birthday vash! (ID in alt text)
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hypewinter · 10 days
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He didn't know how far he had wandered. He had just kept running and running, for once glad of his newfound body's constitution. But now he was finally tired and he doubted his pursuers were close by (if they were even looking for him anymore). So for now, he found an abandoned warehouse, bundled up under a tarp, and rested.
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Wally had been scouting the area for the enemy when he found the boy. He'd noticed a particularly weird shaped clump in the corner and when he removed the tarp, he found a body. At first he thought the body was dead since he had no pulse and was cold to the touch. But then the boy suddenly sat up causing Wally to have to back up (he did not yelp from the sudden movement thank you very much).
The boy backed up towards the warehouse wall and pulled his knees to his chest as he studied Wally. For his part, Wally studies the boy back. He was clad in a black suit with golden accents and more knives that Wally was comfortable with. His golden avian eyes seemed to bore into the young hero. They seemed to size Wally up as opposed to being full of fear. Additionally, despite being huddled away in hiding the boy displayed no signs of fear. Overall it felt less like he was cowering away and more like he was silently judging him. Wally really didn't like how it felt like this kid would slit his throat if given the chance.
As the two continued their staring contest, Wally felt a gust of wind and Barry was suddenly by his side. "Kid Flash, what's up? You weren't answering your co-" Barry trailed off as he noticed the boy.
He side glanced at Wally but the sidekick only shrugged back. Barry stepped forward. The boy tensed, muscles suddenly tight and body ready to spring. Barry quickly put his hands up.
"We don't want to hurt you," He said. "Quite the opposite actually. We're heroes, we can help."
The body blinked long and slow at him, before finally his body seemed to uncoil. He gracefully got to his feet and neared the pair, circling around them once before stopping in front of them with a soft smile.
Wally returned it with a smile of his own. "So uh- why are you here? Is someone chasing you or something? Wait, what's your name first?"
The boy's face crumpled into something sad before he pulled down the collar of his suit to reveal a scar running across his throat. Oh. Both heroes side glanced each other at the same time, a silent communication shared between them. The bats? The bats.
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petricorah · 1 month
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scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]
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reds-skull · 9 months
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Can't believe I had to google "rare puns" for this comic
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civetside · 4 months
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TLT game night
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chronicowboy · 3 months
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we as a collective do Not talk about this line delivery nearly enough and for good fucking reason, i'll kill bradley james for this one line alone. he's just a little boy :'((
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kosmogrl · 4 months
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why does january always seem to last a whole year
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