#semicolons confuse me to this day

[fluff-n-cookies]

Hey!! I was wondering if you are taking requests.

If you are, then. Couln you please write and Father Aizawa x daughter in which she is like really really depressed and he is sick worried for her?

Thankss 🤍🤍

Hello! thx for requesting! I'm not sure if you wanted a little story like a drabble or headcanons so I'm just going to default to do a mix of both. I also wrote it with clinical depression in mind I hope that's okay.

TW; clinical depression, angsty shit, I wrote about the symptoms of depression here: if you have multiple of these symptoms please consider getting diagnosed by a doctor. Aizawa had depression, fem reader.

Aizawa never was good with emotions, he was never the one to express his feelings because he never exactly needed to. Aizawa wouldn't exactly talk to her at first, instead opting to see it as her having an off day.

however, the weeks flew by and he saw less and less of her around the dorms, her friends who once talked to forever never seemed to see her anymore, and her smile. her smile had now been replaced with dead eyes and a soul corrupt.

another week, when disrupted she would bite back. her usual reply to the question "how are you today?" was once "wonderfully really!" about now it was either a comment overflowing with sarcasm or a harsh "leave me alone."

she then start to bounce her leg a lot more, scratch her arms, and doom-scroll on her phone like a life line rather than train to be a hero like she would during her previous years at UA or read her favorite book genres.

and the dead look in her eyes told him everything.

he too had that look in his eyes in his life too.

he had the tattoo of a semicolon with a heart to show for it.

it was the dead of night when he finally approached her, the sun had set and the stars that night felt as dull as her mind. the blinding white lights of the kitchen remain on as she wept amongst her sorrows. sleep deprived eyes turned redder than they already are from the sting of her never ending tears.

she did not deserve this.

the air was cold in that room, clammy hands shaking didn't help much either.

Aizawa said nothing when he saw the slight before him,

he had done the same at one point too.

this situation was delicate glass, for the person before him was not the strong girl he "knew". this was the soft, misshapen, confused, and scared blob that no longer had the hard and heavy armor to protect her.

he wanted nothing more to hug her when she looked at him with scared eyes and a tear stained cheeks.

"Aizawa Sensei I-" she started, the voice cracks made it all the more pitiful.

"I came to get water." his voice unwavering, there was only room for one mentally unstable person in that tiny kitchen and he loved her too much to take the position of being the one crying.

he felt bad, he knew that feeling of either being empty or being overridden with that burden in your heart you don't know the name of. a constant reminder of doom that has your heart in a choke hold.

but this was still as fragile as anything.

he poured himself a glass of water,

the tension was thick and odd.

he sat down,

he could practically feel the labored breaths she took, the shaking, the empty feeling in her chest. like she was dying and from the inside out. the crying must have taken a toll on her too for her cheeks were red from the tears.

he sat next to her, sitting in front of her may make her feel like he was going to scold her.

"would you like to talk about it?"

"...please... no... I don't think I can..." it was hard to believe this was the voice of the girl he remembered so fondly as his favorite student.

I suppose even the moon has a dark side.

"okay, you need to though." voice steady like a rock you trust never to crumble.

"what?" her voice quivering.

"It know it's hard,

I know it's going to take a while,

but you can succeed,

just please let me help you."

the room went silent for a moment, he passed you the glass of water.

"drink, tomorrow, you are spending your day with Hound Dog, you don't have to talk with him about this specifically, just talk with him until we can understand what is actually happening. you need someone to talk to. you can bail at anytime."

"what is happening to me though? I- I don't know anymore."

he knew that feeling so well.

"I'm not entirely sure," those words came from his heart. "but I'm willing to help you through it. we can take you to a psychiatrist to know for sure."

"...okay."

Aizawa got up, pushing the glass towards you again, excessive crying often leads to dehydration. and he started doing what his mother would do, he started prepping fruits, in this case it was oranges. he lined them all up on a plate, smiling a little at the thought of waking up from a nightmare as a child and defaulting to devouring blueberries.

he put them in front of you, started speaking as a usual person would, about stupid criminals he had recently put behind bars and crazy super fans that created elaborate photo shopped photos of him and them for social media.

for the first time in a while

the phrase

"are you okay?"

wasn't even mentioned.

for the first time in a while

she felt human.

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edit: while writing this I noticed I had a lot of the symptoms, so I went to the doctor and turns out it wasn't just burn out it was severe depression! and asthma apparently...

#yandere eraserhead #shouta aizawa #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #yandere bnha x reader #yandere aizawa #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha headcannons #bnha fluff #bnha x child reader #platonic yandere #child reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta

[perpetual-stories]

Common Grammar Mistakes: Part 1

Hello, hello. It’s me coming back at ya with another segment of grammar basics. Last time I posted about grammar, I had talked about punctuation. This time I will be going over common grammar mistakes that writers often make. Plus it’s been a while since I’ve posted about grammar.

1. Run-on Sentences and Comma Splices

Run-on sentences are known to be sentences that combine independent clauses without punctuation or the right conjunction needed.

Comma splices are known to be similar to run-on sentences but instead uses commas to combine two clauses that have no appropriate conjunction.

I know, I sometimes fall victim to comma splices.

Fixing a run-on sentence or a comma splice can be done in five methods.

Sentence example: Rachel is very smart, she began reading when she was three years old.

Solution 1: Separate the clauses into two sentences: Rachel is very smart. She began reading when she was three years old.

Solution 2: Replace the comma with a semicolon (my favorite one): Rachel is very smart; she began reading when she was three years old.

Solution 3: Replace the comma with a coordinating conjunction: “Rachel is very smart, for she began reading when she was three years old.”

Solution 4: Replace the comma with a subordinating conjunction. “Rachel is very smart because she began reading when she was three years old.”

Solution 5: Replace the comma with a semicolon and transitional word or phrase. “Rachel is very smart; as a result, she began reading when she was three years old.”

Pronoun Disagreement

Some of the most common grammar mistakes are pronoun errors. They occur when pronouns do not agree in number with the nouns to which they refer. If the noun is singular, the pronoun must be singular. If the noun is plural, the pronoun must be plural as well. For example:

Incorrect: “Every girl must bring their own lunch.

Correct: “Every girl must bring her own lunch.”

Pronoun errors are common in modern English, as writers try to avoid awkward phrasing or the implication of sexist language. Although this is an admirable goal, it is still important to learn the correct grammar and use it in more formal situations.

Mistakes in Apostrophe Usage

Apostrophes are used to show possession. However, you do not use an apostrophe after a possessive pronoun such as my, mine, our, ours, his, hers, its, their, or theirs. For example:

Incorrect: “My mothers cabin is next to his' cabin.”

Correct: “My mother's cabin is next to his cabin.”

In the case of it's, the apostrophe is used only to indicate a contraction for “it is.” For example:

Incorrect: “Its a cold day for October.”

Correct: “It's a cold day for October.”

Lack of Subject-Verb Agreement

Confusion over subject-verb agreement can be the source of many grammatical errors. When speaking or writing in the present tense, a sentence must have subjects and verbs that agree in number. If the subject is singular, the verb must be singular. If the subject is plural, the verb must be plural as well. For example:

Incorrect: “These recipes is good for beginning chefs.”

Correct: “These recipes are good for beginning chefs.”

Misplaced Modifiers

To clearly communicate your ideas, you should place a modifier directly next to the word it is supposed to modify. The modifier should clearly refer to a specific word in the sentence. Misplaced modifiers can create confusion and ambiguity. For example:

Incorrect: “At eight years old, my father gave me a pony for Christmas.”

Correct: “When I was eight years old, my father gave me a pony for Christmas.”

Sentence Fragments

Sentence fragments are also common grammar mistakes. A sentence needs to have a subject and a verb. A fragment often happens after another related idea has been expressed. For example:

Incorrect: “Sharon stayed home from school the other day. Because she was sick.”

Correct: “Sharon stayed home from school the other day because she was sick.”

Missing Comma in a Compound Sentence

A compound sentence expresses two complete and related ideas, and it usually includes a conjunction to connect these two parts. There should be a comma before the conjunction to indicate the two ideas are related. If that’s missing, it’s a mistake readers will notice. For example:

Incorrect: “Jim went to the store and Ella went with him.”

Correct: “Jim went to the store, and Ella went with him.”

No Clear Antecedent

An antecedent is a word that comes before a pronoun and helps the reader understand what the pronoun means. Generally, you can clear up this confusion by rearranging the wording. For example:

Incorrect: “The dad found the boy, and he was happy.”

Correct: “The dad was happy when he found the boy.”

Ending a Sentence in a Preposition

Another common grammar mistake is ending a sentence with a preposition. A preposition, by its nature, indicates that another word will follow it. In casual conversation, this type of error is no big deal, but you should avoid this mistake in your writing. For example:

Incorrect: “What reason did he come here for?”

Correct: “For what reason did he come here?”

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#writing #writing advice #writing tips #original writing #writers on tumblr #writersconnection #writerscommunity #short story #storytelling #writersupportingwriters

[bridenore]

HD older fic recs : post HBP

Here are a few recs for older fics that were written between Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows came out. Posted in alphabetical, order as always.

Agnus Dei by SilentAuror [20k]

Post-Hogwarts. Mystery abounds in the Auror Department, and two of the Aurors find themselves experiencing a friendship more intense than it should be.

Allegiance and Sedition by SilentAuror [98k]

The war is in its fifth year, and Harry finds himself caught up in the confusion of friend versus enemy, spy versus traitor.

Avocados and Pears and Slytherin Sweaters by Ms Semicolon [6k]

In which Draco discovers the Real World.

Bagels and Barbecues and Strawberry Ice Cream by Ms Semicolon [1k]

Sequel to Avocados and Pears and Slytherin Sweaters

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier [44k]

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

Black, in the Smothering Dark by @lol-zeitgeistic [101k]

Harry Potter is rescued from the Dursleys and spends the summer with his god…father? This is the prequel to The Hush of War. Beta’d by giesha_kitten/laureen.

The Hush of War by @lol-zeitgeistic [351k]

Voldemort has made a bargain with Harry to stop killing muggles and muggle-borns (when at all possible, of course) in exchange for Harry’s cooperation. While Harry thinks he’s using the time to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord, he will realize that Voldemort is always one step ahead, and so long as he isn’t killing anyone…what’s the big deal? He has bigger things to worry about now, anyway. Includes dementors, pureblood culture, the prophecy, what exactly happened with Lily’s sacrifice, magical breakthroughs, children Death Eaters, and portraits of family. Final pairing: H/D. Sequel to Black, in the Smothering Dark.

Bond by AnnaFugazzi [173k]

Yet another one of those Harry And Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories. Because every HD writer has to write at least one.

Coins by Inell [5k]

Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

The Copper Cauldron by Newshound [150k+]

Draco thought his life had ended after being imprisoned in Azkaban.  It  will take the love of the man he regards as his greatest enemy, the   faith of his most trusted confidante, and the hope imparted by a  beloved  child to convince him that his life has truly just begun.

Double Edged Sword by @romaine2424 [554k]

Harry thinks his life has been planned out, but the night he comes of age changes everything.  Now there are decisions to be made and a path to be chosen, and the choices before him will change the lives of everyone he knows.  But when destiny calls, Harry finds himself ready to listen.

This is an epic story of the love between Harry and Draco.  Join them as they journey through their life together, through the good times and the bad, facing obstacles both external and internal, and see how they come to be who they were meant to be.

Eight Days in November by @emmagrant01 [8k]

Harry hides Draco form Death Eaters during the war. A lot can happen in eight days.

Hands Open by mizBean [5k]

Harry likes to remember.

In Which Harry Potter Discovers a River In Egypt by Kestrel_Sparhawk [23k]

A missing roommate, a mysteriously familiar male prostitute, murdered Muggles, and an angry boss are all making life difficult for Auror Harry Potter. And that’s before he discovers that the reason he’s avoided having girlfriends for three years is not just because he doesn’t like publicity.

Leave Your Field to Flower by @emmagrant01 [12k]

Draco Malfoy is like all the other Survivors of the disaster – except for one called Harry Potter.

The Longest Night by coffeejunkii [3k]

Draco discovers that waiting doesn’t equal hoping, and that some wishes do come true.

Resistance by SilentAuror [25k]

Everyone but Harry seems to have forgiven Malfoy his past, and tensions are thick in the Auror Department.

Seven Days in June by fourth_rose [46k]

The war is over, the survivors are moving on. The hero is finally   allowed to go on leave – and meets an old enemy, who is working in a   Muggle profession in a city without magic.

Seven Days in June - the DVD extras by fourth_rose [9k]

Extras for my Harry/Draco fic "Seven Days in June" (post-Hogwarts,   written before book 7) - missing scenes, little future ficlets,   alternate POVs, and so on.

Spinner’s End by SilentAuror [18k]

The war is in full swing when Harry is forced to spend an unexpected stint in Spinner’s End.

Stain of Silence by Brummel [28k]

After the war, Draco serves out his sentence in Harry Potter's house.

The Last Dance by Brummel [3k]

James Potter, 5, ruminates on his father's birthday and associated issues.

That Which Divides Us by oldenuf2nb / @dianacopland [126k]

Three years after what would have been their seventh year at Hogwarts, the war between the forces of light and Voldemort’s minions grinds on. But even within the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix there are vast disagreements over what is good for ‘the Chosen One’ and his volatile relationship with Draco Malfoy has many on edge. Sometimes even the best intentions can reap disaster.

Their Kind of Forever by furiosity [34k]

The final part of Harry’s Auror training forces him to walk the line between truth and lie, between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, between the life he thought he’d have and the disappointing reality. And through it all, he finds unexpected solace in a most unlikely person’s company.

Things That Change by eutychides [84k]

After Hogwarts, everything changes.

War Wounds by SilentAuror [30k]

Some wounds take longer to recover from than others. HP/DM, with background HP/GW. Themes of alcoholism, love triangles, and dubious fidelity.

A Wave in Windless Water by reposoir [57k]

Harry, Hermione, and Ron work together in Godric’s Hollow to find and destroy Voldemort’s horcruxes. With the unexpected arrival of Draco Malfoy, Harry has the burden of both the horcruxes and new worries weighing him down.

Woman Scorned by pir8fancier [1k]

Pansy is a little too smug for her own good.

The world of the living by fourth_rose [17k]

A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs

[soberscientistlife]

May is Mental Health Awareness Month.

1 in 5.

The number of people who will be affected by mental illness in any given year. This person is sitting next to you. This person is living in your house. This person is a part of your family. This is you. Even if this disease is not yours to fight, you are impacted by knowing and loving someone who is.

A semicolon. A pause. An indication of connection between sentences. Often causing confusion yet important to empathize relationships. A pause to let the reader know there is more to the story.

The semicolon can be described as stronger than a comma but weaker than a period. An apt description. However the semicolon is more than just this. It continues the sentence where a period could be placed.

And I am stronger than depression and anxiety. I am more than what it tells me I am. It will not be my ending period. My disease makes me pause in my day. It makes me stop and care for myself. But it doesn't end me. I have more to my story. And so do you. Share it. Talk about it. Reveal it. Display it.

There is no shame. Don't let it become your end. Let it be a part of your story. One that you overcome everyday.

Support your 1 in 5. Show them that you see them. You hear them. You love them. Show them that their disease does not make them less of a person.

My name is Michelle.

I am 1 in 5.

[tarysande]

Can I ask, how does one go about becoming an editor? Like, where do you apply for jobs?? What kinda training do you do?? Are there companies that hire out editors to writers? Im just so confused about it. Ive always been interested in editing, and am considering doing it as a job

Editing is a weird career.

Really, I started as a writer. Like, when I was eleven. In jr. high and high school, I was in a writing critique group and I wrote a lot. I graduated from university with a degree in theatre, film, and creative writing. I was often the person my friends came to when they needed help with a paper (or the correct placement of a semicolon). I've been involved in fandom since I was about 17, and I was very fortunate to fall in with a group of excellent writers who were also excellent betas and editors. I learned a TON from them without realizing how much I was learning.

I started editing by accident, really. Sometimes, that's how it happens. I mostly got gigs here and there through friends or word of mouth. About ten years ago, I got more serious about it. I worked for companies that paid horribly. Then I did an editing test for a company that paid less horribly, and they hired me. After a couple of years editing countless academic papers, ESL academic papers, novels, emails, business documents, etc., I decided to branch out on my own (mostly so I could work on more fiction; I was burned out on academic papers).

I joined Editors Canada, started volunteering with them, got a lot more experience, and took a few continuing ed courses to gauge where my skills were at and to determine if I needed to upgrade my education. I decided I didn't need to do that, because I already knew the things I was being taught.

I read a lot of books on editing, writing, and craft. I familiarized myself with the Chicago Manual of Style, APA, MLA, and a couple of other style guides. I learned the differences in spelling, punctuation, and style between US, UK, and Canadian English. I went to webinars, conferences, and courses (all the major editing associations offer these, usually cheaper or free for members; they are a great way to determine what kinds of editing you actually LIKE). I learned the difference between rules and preferences, and when to apply them to a text.

I work freelance, which means I have my own business as a sole proprietor. I'm a contractor with a couple of companies who sometimes send work my way, but most of my clients are individual writers planning to either self-publish or polish their work before seeking traditional publication via the agent/tradpub route.

Freelancing has many perks but is not particularly secure. Especially if you're American and need an employer to provide health insurance, or if you're single and don't have another income to lean on when contracts are scarce. These days, most of my work comes via referrals, my website, or the listing I have in the Editors Canada directory. I follow a couple of editing-related Facebook groups; I've learned a lot there, and I've also picked up the occasional client. A couple of people have found me through LinkedIn. A couple of people have found me through here!

I've never worked in-house for a publisher--mostly because having control over how many hours I work and when I work them is my top priority. In-house is a whole different ballgame; I know a bit about it from my peers, but I don't have firsthand experience to pass on. These jobs are supposedly more secure--and they tend to be salaried, with benefits, etc.

"Editing" is a GIANT umbrella term. There are SO many types of editing out there. People tend to think of book publishing first, but that's only one avenue. There are also different kinds of editors who tackle different types of problems. I've done enough of everything to recognize that I am much happier when I'm working on big picture stuff--coaching, developmental editing, manuscript critique. Others specialize in the nitty gritty mechanical details that make proofreading or copy editing a better fit.

Right now, the bulk of my work life is actually spent ghostwriting. The client's business-materials editor posted that his client was looking for someone to help with characterization in a novel. I ended up winning that contract. He came to me with one monster book. I helped him realize it needed to be at least a trilogy, and now he has plans for a ten-book series--and I'm helping write it. But I got the job because of the work I've done on the development side of editing--and because I've spent SO MUCH TIME learning about characterization (via acting, fandom/writing fanfic, reading, etc.). So. It all feeds into the same place.

The tl;dr is that my experience has been a bizarre mix of being in the right place at the right time, ongoing professional development, and learning the value of volunteering with an association. If I were starting down this career path right now, I'd probably do an editing certificate (there are many out there, depending on country). I'd definitely join an association sooner (even as a student member) and volunteer.

Actually, the ultimate tl;dr is ... this industry IS CONFUSING. So, don't feel bad about being confused. It's actually probably about eight different kinds of job wearing a trench-coat and pretending it's something called "Editing."

#on editing #editing #on ghostwriting #publishing #on publishing

[accessibleaesthetics]

Hello! First of all I love your blog. I hope it's alright to ask you, as I don't know who else to turn to for this:

Do you think typical tone tags (with the slash and not spelled fully) are accessible to people with screen readers? Is the audio output generally harder to decipher than shortened tone tags are to visually read?

I haven't had to use them on my blog yet, but I might need to specify the tone at some point if it's ever particularly unclear. Do you have any tips on trying to reconcile accessibility for everyone?

Also… I sometimes use old-style emoticons, it's a typing style I find difficult to let go of, but I always write what it's supposed to represent in square brackets afterwards cause I know screen readers would just output "semicolon, closed parenthesis" and make zero sense to anyone. Do you think this method is more, less, or equally as accessible as just using a winking emoji (which would output "winking face emoji" I'm guessing)? I know using neither would be the top choice, but sometimes it feels appropriate to include a facial expression. Thanks for your time.

Thank you so much!

I'd say tone tags probably aren't the most accessible since they're going to be read out as phonetically as possible (also, many screen readers won't read the "slash"). There are also accessibility issues with them outside of that in the sense that not everyone knows what they mean, and that can create more confusion than clarity sometimes. If I have to stare at "could you please tag this next time? /nm" for a solid minute trying to figure out why someone asked me to tag something and then immediately told me "never mind," it's not the most efficient tool.

But at the end of the day, tone indicators are also an accessibility tool themselves. And they really help some people! So you could always try a happy medium with "could you please tag this next time? (not mad)" instead. That will generally convey your message more clearly to most people, screen reader user or not.

As for old style emoticons, that's a bit tricky. There are some screen readers, like VoiceOver, that will read :) as "smiley." Others, like JAWS, will read it either as "colon right paren" or just not read it at all, depending on what you have the verbosity settings at. But once you get more complicated than a smiley face or maybe a frowny face, you're getting a literal reading a best. Every screen reader I've tried can read all emojis just fine, but I'm told that's not universal either, so some people like to do a plain text version after, like this 👍 (thumbs up emoji).

Also fun fact, with VoiceOver at least, it doesn't read 😉 as "winking face emoji," it's just "winking face."

So all that said, I'm personally a big fan of emojis, especially as tone indicators, because they save me and my friends so much stress when talking to each other (for example "alright" could mean they're mad, but if you add a smiley after it, there is no way to overthink it.)

[friezaglasiencold]

lord frieza, any tips for writing and grammar???? 😁

I'm not a tutor. However... this is a wonderful opportunity to complain about things that annoy me. Ahem:

-Make a new paragraph break every time you're introducing a new idea to combat unappealing walls of text. Nobody has the patience for that.

-"Its" refers to a belonging. "Its blue eyes, its bright hair" etc. "It's" = "it is." "It's coming this way." Don't get them confused.

-Don't use a word unless you actually know what it means. Words that on a surface level appear to mean the same thing may actually have entirely different implications about the nature of the object you're describing with them.

-Learn what a run-on sentence is. If you read it out loud and it sounds like you're suffering a stroke, it needs editing.

-Please. God. Use the Oxford comma. It makes a difference.

-On a related note, comma splices make me want to scream. A comma separates two CONNECTED ideas. If you're introducing a new one, you need a period or semicolon.

-Vary your sentence structure. Trudging through a million long sentences in a row is a total slog. Spice it up once in a while.

I could go on, but I'd be here all day. Hope this helps, or doesn't.

#text response

[gerard-ways-gremlin]

✮matching tattoos?✮

Bill x gn!reader

✮a suggested song for the fic from me!✮

You and Bill were sitting at home, eating some fast food, and talking about random things when you brought up the idea of:

"matching tattoos?" Bill questioned

"Yeah, I think it'd be cool, I mean, you already have some, and I have some, maybe we can match, like bff tattoos! what do you think?" You said, seeming kind of excited to do matching tattoos

"Sounds nice, but what would it be exactly, i mean, it should mean something, like a date or a specific object."

He was right, it shouldn't be just anything it should mean something to you two, and you thought the same, all your tattoos had a meaning, the butterfly on your forarm, the heartbeat tattoo on you chest, and the semicolon on your wrist.

You thought for a bit, then spoke

"I got it, bill what time of day did we meet?"

"It was when the sunrise just started. Why?" Bill said, kind of confused

"Would you say that our personalities are kind of like the 'black cat' and 'golden retriever' duo, or sun and moon as people?" You said

"Yeah, I would. Where are you going with this?" Bill asked

"We could get a tattoo like this," You moved your phone up to show the picture of the tattoo

"But instead of hands holding it, it could be with a black cat or a golden retriever holding it!" You said, sounding excited

"I mean, it looks good as it is, but if you want to, then yeah." he said with a smile

You smiled back, only downside ro this was: one, you had to wait since you were about to go to bed, and two, tattoos hurt.

[✮°•TIME SKIP•°✮]

It's the next day. You just woke up and didn't bother to change into anything yet, so you stayed in your oversized t-shirt and shorts that couldn't be seen.

You walked into the kitchen to see Tom sitting at the counter, eating. Bill was making himself some toast, while you just went to the fridge and grabbed your fruit bowl mix, like usual.

"Morning guys," you said while opening the container and grabbing a fork

"Morning," you heard them both say, almost at the same time.

You sat down and ate your fruit, and really quickly, too. You couldn't wait to get this done

"Woah, slow down there. You'll either get the hiccups or sick," Bill said, chuckling at the end of the sentence

"I know, just excited," you smile, starting to slow down on eating

"I am too, but don't rush yourself,"

"The fuck are you talking about?" Tom asked

"We're getting matching tattoos today" you said with a smile

"And you two still aren't dating? Damn." Tom said

"No, Tom, we're just friends." You said

Tom snorts "really now? You have kissed, and you've cuddled. You have even slept next to each other, now matching tattoos. How are you two 'just friends'?"

"Well, we- shut up." You say then look down

Tom just laughs, bill wasn't paying attention and just continued making his toast

[✮°•TIME SKIP #2•°✮]

You were in the car, in the front seat sitting next to Bill. You looked like a big ball of energy, and as soon as you saw the tattoo parlor, it got worse. Bill thought it was the cutest thing.

Tom did too, but it was starting to get annoying for him. You did this the first, second, and third time getting tattoos he and Bill were there all three times, he was used to it, and he'd always get annoyed after a bit of you doing it.

"We're here," Bill says

"Yay!" You had a big smile on your face while you talked

"Finally, your excited ass was starting to get annoying," Tom said with a chuckle.

You walked in the parlor and got everything set to start. You wanted to go first, so obviously, you did.

Bill just sat next to you, having to hold on to your hand every now and then since you forgot how bad it hurt to get one, Tom stared when he did so.

"That's just cute," Tom said with a smirk

"What's cute?" You asked

"They're holding your hand," Tom said

"So?" Bill asked. "Tattoos hurt, and they're literally squeezing me right now," Bill said with a small chuckle

Soon enough, it was time for him to get his tattoo. You did the exact same as he did. After doing a little happy dance of course, you didn't have to hold his hand much, but you still did.

After yall were done, you, bill, and tom went put to get McDonald's

✮I hope you liked it! It Took me forever, and i wanted to make a longer one!✮

#Spotify

[newtness532]

it took me 10 days but i finished mrs dalloway, it was okay. the pov would change with no indicators which i found confusing most of the time tbh, it had some paragraphs that were more than a page long, a lot of parentheses and semicolons. plot wise some parts were definitely better than others

#maybe if i had read it in greek or if i didn't keep reading it at like 4-5am it would have been better #because even tho that's what i do with all of my books the writing in this one was a lot more complicated #anyway i dont regret buying/reading it and i will try some other virginia woolf books in the future #also ill watch the movie probably tomorrow #mrs dalloway #books #jo says stuff

[mrs-steve-harrington]

1 (Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic), 15 (If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?) and 26 (Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?) from the Meme for Fic Writers please? :)

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic

Ooo! Fics with emotional hurt/comfort (or plain old emotional hurt) are definitely in my comfort zone. I went through a period of writing a lot of fluff and it was nice at the time, but when I found my way back to hurt/comfort and angst? It was like coming home. It's absolutely my comfort zone, writing angsty introspection for my favorite characters.

More specifically, my typical me-fic at the moment is something where Steve Harrington feels like he doesn't belong anywhere, like he doesn't have people who care about him, or if they do, it's only because they're good people who care about everyone. Throw in some pining (even if it doesn't come up in my gen fics, Steve has been pining for Nancy and/or Jonathan basically always in my head) and maybe a dash of comfort at the end where he begins to realize that at least one person does care about him, and yep. That's a typical me-fic for sure.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Oh man, that's a toughie! So much of my stuff is introspection heavy... Like, my first thought was the missing piece of me (is you), but I feel like it would lose something being put to screen. I don't know how all of Steve's confusion and Jonathan and Nancy's worry would be translated into a visual medium.

HA, I say that, but then the one that I've decided I would love to see filmed is anything (anything) for you, which is also incredibly introspective. We spend so much time in Steve's head, feeling how conflicted he is over having to pretend to be into Jonathan in order to stay with Nancy... But whatever, I guess I am just feeling some kind of way, because I would love to see this one filmed somehow.

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I do! I imagine I'm a very annoying sort of beta. Let me preface this by saying that, especially for people I haven't beta'd for before, I generally ask what they prefer to see from me. I know how hard it is to have someone look over your fic and find problem after problem with it. No fun. Some days I just can't handle that kind of honesty, so I try to be gentle with my own beta'ing.

But if they're cool with it? I'm the kind of beta who will give suggestions for sentence structure. Tell them to mix it up so that not every sentence starts with "He, She, [Name]". I'll shorten run on sentences (listen, the answer above already outed me as a hypocrite, it's fine). Change commas into periods or semicolons as needed. I'll ask whether dialogue sounds like something the character would actually say because something about it doesn't ring correctly in my head.

And then of course, I do my best to root out the typos or misunderstood words!

But for the most part, I don't actually do all of that much. Since this is a hobby and most are like me, just wanting to throw a story out into the void for people to read for free. Not going into it to get better or profit or whatever. So I guess more often, I just point out typos and confusing word choices and keep the other thoughts to myself.

#thanks for the ask! #asks #anonymous #fic writer asks #my fic #my writing #fic ramblings

[weird-things-to-think]

A Bizarre Blast from the Past: Unraveling the Unintelligible Event

Picture this: ten years ago today, a puzzling occurrence took place that left linguists scratching their heads and grammarians weeping into their style guides. It was an event so nonsensical, so utterly perplexing, that it defied the laws of syntax and grammar. Allow me to transport you back to that fateful day, where words tripped over each other and coherence danced out the window. On this very day, a highly elusive and frankly bewildering phenomenon unfolded in a quiet town known as Verboseville. Witnesses reported an outpouring of whimsical punctuation symbols descending from the sky. Commas suspended mid-air, semicolons floating gently, and question marks twirling in an eerie celestial ballet. As the townsfolk gathered in confusion, sentences started forming with an unparalleled disregard for logical syntax. Subjects and verbs mingled in chaotic harmony, adjectives buddied up with prepositions, and nouns had a field day with pronouns. It was a veritable word scramble, an unhinged linguistic rollercoaster that would make your English teacher faint. Whispers spread across Verboseville, as locals struggled to make sense of the nonsensical. Some believed it to be a cosmic prank, while others blamed a mischievous grammarian gone rogue. Linguists from around the world descended upon the town, armed with dictionaries and red pens, attempting to analyze these linguistic aberrations. Yet, despite their best efforts, no coherent explanation emerged. The bizarre event remained shrouded in mystery. Was it an interdimensional rift in the space-time continuum? Or perhaps a secret experiment conducted by linguistic aliens? We may never know. But one thing's for certain: this peculiar event serves as a reminder that even in the realm of language, chaos can reign supreme. So, let us raise our glasses to the town of Verboseville and the grammatically nonsensical sentence that rocked the world, leaving its mark on this day, ten years ago.

#Say #Weird #Think

[thatgirlwithuntoldfeelings]

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i was talking w B the other night and as we were discussing shits, napunta kami sa thought na if hindi namin pareho kilala si Lord, baka wala na kami sa mundo noon pa. tinawanan lang namin pero bigla akong nagflashback.

april 2015. i’m not sure how my m knew. after church we met my t, d’s eldest sibling. m told her about everything. we were asked one by one about a possible setup/situation. my siblings were so strong and answered right away if ano sa tingin nila dapat pero nung ako na, i just cried bc i don’t know what to answer. i’m so confused. i can’t remember how the night ended.

after that night, paulit ulit sa akin if tama ba yung naging sagot ko. well they said since i cried, it meant na i can’t do the setup. i kept thinking hindi ko nga ba kaya? i am the weakest in the family. i always know that pero dun nadiin sa utak ko na totoo yun. imagine my younger sister had a better response than me? she knew her stand, i wasn’t.

a few weeks after nung gabi na yun, hindi ko na kinaya. so when i went out with my ex-fling, kinwento ko lahat lahat. i struggled making kwento bc in every word na sinasabi ko puro may hikbing kasama lol. we were watching a movie nun sa rentahan ng movie, hindi kami nakanood kasi umiyak lang ako halos HAHAHAH sayang pera. i cant remember if he gave me an advice (wc he probably did after) pero all i can remember was he just allowed me to cry ng mga 2hrs and kept quiet.

tough days, sleepless nights. i was in 4th year college, nagthethesis. i struggled a lot. dun nagsimula yung insomnia and pagooverthink ko. well, matagal nakong nagooverthink pero it got worse. pumapasok akong school na walang tulog. i kept analyzing everything and nagtugma tugma lahat. it’s been going for more than a year. tama lahat ng hinala ko, narinig ko. ako ang unang nakaalam pero i thought wala lang yun. iniisip ko if anong mangyayari kapag sinabi ko na matagal na yung nangyayari. i got scared. ayokong tuluyan na masira kami kahit matagal nang may lamat.

no one from my friends knew what was happening. every single day i acted normal like i should. kasi graduating ako, may thesis pa kong ginagapang. i felt like i should be strong kasi hindi lang naman ako yung may ganon na pinagdadaanan. at maswerte pa ko kasi yun lang problema ko, pinapalala ko lang kakaisip.

walang tulog, pagod sa school, stressed sa bahay. evil thoughts started to eat me. kung mawala kaya ako, maayos lahat? every single night, i would stay up late ng around 3am, only to wake up ng 5 para pumasok. i survived first sem, but continued dragging myself because second sem was off-campus/internship. i never knew it would last, and it sucks.knowing the Lord, i know it was a mortal sin. i tried searching for help and know more how to handle it. i never asked because i think nung mga panahon na yun, arte lang ang tawag dun. and i thank God i never tried. there were instances with the knife and scissors pero yun na yung worst ko, and hanggang thought lang siya.

i found project semicolon. read about it, got curious about why it was called like that. i saw a necklace and really wanted to purchase pero since its international at wala pa kong idea how it works, i looked for a shop that customizes jewelries. i found one in pampanga via ig. when i placed an order, i hoped na sana di nila alam yung meaning behind it. 

except for jona. i can’t remember when but maybe since she sees me wearing it everyday, she got curious and (maybe???) tried searching its meaning. one day she approached me and asked lang why. not sure if i told her about it. pero i’m sure she kept an eye on me. tahimik lang yun but she cared, she still cares.

i wore it every day pero laging nakatago sa loob ng uniform. funny it may sound pero it helped. i’ll always hold the necklace when i know na i’m not okay, when evil thoughts would come into my mind. during the grad pic, pinaalis siya sa toga and filipiniana but i made sure to wear it sa creative shot. i was scared because baka may makakita and may mag-ask. i will never know what to answer.

say hi to my nene self lol. deba its kinda big and super obvious yung symbol kaya i kept hiding it.

anyways, a year later, the issue is still around pero it felt like back to normal na silang lahat sa bahay, pero ako hindi pa. april 2016, i graduated. easily found a job but every now and then, thoughts continued to popped in my head. kapag may gulo sa bahay, i still blame myself for crying that night. na sana sumagot ako and took my stand. sana mas pinanigan ko si m. sana matagal nang nawal sa buhay ko si d kasi kaya naman namin. palagi kong sinisisi ang sarili ko kada umiiyak ang m ko.

the 2017 mess i had w the ex-fling was another trigger. i was so mad at him. he knew the story of my life and dafuq, ginawa niya rin saken. like it was a curse. nagkaayos kami but isa ‘to sa naging reason kung bakit bumalik yung evil thoughts ko.

when my officemate-seatmate felt na close na kami that year, she randomly opened and said na she noticed my necklace and knows the meaning behind it. i panicked. feeling ko namutla akong sobra HAHAHA. but she comforted me and told me na alam niya bc siya rin. she have a necklace that kept her going too, her pendant was the tree of life. our connection got deeper and lagi namin kinakamusta yung isa’t isa. she had episodes, and i was so scared for her life kasi makikita mo yung marks sa wrists niya. we helped one another buong taon. it was so nice to have someone who understands. 

that year also during icons (the teachers perform and have shows for the kids as part of the fair week), habang nagpipictorial sa back stage, a close friend saw my necklace for the first time bilang medyo maluwag yung suot ko at mababa and said nun niya lang nakita yun and asked anong ibig sabihin. again, i panicked HAHAHAHA. i changed the topic agad bc i didn’t know what to do. thankfully, she didn’t insist na rin. 

2018. i got another customized necklaces. isang bar necklace “Breathe” and gold plated disk with “L ; V E” (live) handstamped on it since the one i have nga is very obvious. 

di nababasa yung breathe sorry HAHAHA. si live naman tabingi pagkastamp nila kasi sobrang liit ng disk lol.

anyways, i can’t remember when the evil thoughts stopped, maybe pa-end nung 2018 bc may iba akong stressor non? lol. or siguro because napagod na rin ako and i accepted that the situation will never change. there’s a damage pero it won’t break me for I am with the Lord.

funny how a simple accessory means a lot. may it be the necklace, bracelet, what they wear or what they have sa gamit nila. i always observe people (weird man) pero iba rin if alam nilang alam mo yung pinagdadaanan nila.

super haba na nito. ayun, bulok na quote man pakinggan but always remember to be kind. we’ll never know what is happening inside a person’s head and their life talaga. 

--

thank you bc nakapaglabas ako ng thought dito. dami ko na rin bigat. na-miss kong madivert to a different world. na-miss ko magsulat bc ito lang ang meron ako dati. 

[suicideourstory]

Suicide; Our Story

authored by Joseph M.

Chapter 1: Too Beaten Down, Too Weak To Die

I had tears streaming down my eyes. I had napkins crumpled up, scattered around the floor around me. Where there I laid, sobbing, and knife one arm, and a rope in the other, both close to my heart, underneath a chair, underneath. I don’t know what kept me from killing myself.

I thought the noose could’ve killed me, the blade could’ve killed me, and if not, I could have bought myself a gun at the gun store, put the barrel against my chin, and offed myself. I didn’t care to ask myself anymore. It wasn't like anyone cared. I believed anyone who would’ve cared, anyone who did care, anyone who had cared, left me.

I traced my finger along the kitchen knife’s edge, then gave up.

I was too beaten down to live like a man, too weak to kill myself with dignity. The bleach was an option, but if I did that, I was afraid. I don’t know what I was afraid of, just that I was afraid. I set the kitchen knife on a table, pushed the chair in, and passed out on the couch, watery tears still in my eyelids. I still didn’t know what kept me from killing myself.

Semicolon as defined by Merriam Webster: “A semicolon separates two independent but related clauses; it may also replace the comma to separate items in a complicated list.”

I woke up on the floor. I thought I was sleeping on the couch. I was still drowsy, too drowsy to clean the tears and blood and sweat; as I slumped over to the sink to brush my teeth, I spilled toothpaste over my striped shirt, and I forgot my backpack until I was on the school bus. There wasn’t a point, anyway.

There wasn’t a reason to go to school, anyway. I’d get bullied to where I was now, or if I was lucky, I would make it through the day with the willpower to do my math homework. I lost track of how many school days there were, and grades, and anything. It all didn’t matter to me.

If I failed a year of school, I promised myself I would just drop classes and start skipping. After all, I was a heaping trainwreck. Not that school was important to me anyway. Not that failing school mattered anyway.

Still though, I had enough energy to board the crowded, messy bus, familiar faces throwing paper airplanes and shy children with food dribbling from their mouths onto the dirty bus floor. I found my seat next to an old friend, Damien.

Damien looked at me with a confused face and said, “I remember when we were in kindergarten.”

I said to him, “Yeah, I came back.”

“So what happened?” asked Damien. The bus stopped at a school. I could say it was almost as saddening as I was, but that wasn’t true.

“Nothing happened,” I replied to Damien. “We just drifted apart.” I walked down the bus steps, towards the entrance of Grand Port High School. It sounds fun, but it’s not.

I kicked open the school doors, greeted by a hoard of bullies, and their “gang leader”, fittingly named Tony, looking down on me, condescending. “What now, short guy?” said Tony. “I said what now?”

It wasn’t like I wasn’t bullied before, I thought to myself. I held back tears, and said, “Leave me alone, Tony.”

Tony doesn’t leave me alone. Instead, he rips off his jacket and inches towards me, hulking over me. He responded, “I won’t leave you alone, short guy. Not today.”

“Back off, Tony,” I replied. “I’m not trying to start a fight.” I raise my fists to my chest. “But I will if I have to.”

“Then do it,” Tony said, angered.

His fist jammed into my chest, and up my jaw, leaving me gasping. I frantically got to my legs and said, “You’re a loser, Tony.” To be frank, Tony was a bully. He called me “short guy” and “pig-faced.”

I didn’t know what I was thinking, thinking I could stand up to a brute like him. He was twice my size. This isn’t the story of the high schoolers you see in those movies they show in Health classes, overcoming bullying, gaining respect. It’s the story of a suicidal sixteen year old, suffering the criticisms of a thousand or so high schoolers.

But I didn’t know any better. I got back up and threw a futile punch to his gut, and said, “Come and fight me, Tony. Come and fight me.”

“Taunting, taunting, taunting,” Tony said as he looked at me. “You’re weak.” Tony knocked me to the floor, and the whole school was irking him on. “Weakling.”

The principal and two security guards stepped in, pulling him away from myself, who was bleeding all over. “Who started this fight, between the two of you?” asked the principal. “Tell me or you both get detention.”

“It was him,” Tony said, pointing to me. “It was him, always him.” Honestly, I could understand why he would blame it on me. I’ve been gaslighted enough, to the point where it doesn’t even matter.

I was gaslighted, manipulated, and stepped on my whole life, so it doesn’t hurt me. It did then, yes. But it doesn’t hurt me now. The principal pulled me off the floor and said, “No more of this nonsense.”

“I’m worthless,” I muttered, reassuring myself.

The principal grabbed me by the shoulder and replied, “No you’re not. You’re just irresponsible.” He dragged me past lockers, and embarrassed classmates and some teachers I had in freshman year, like Mx. Gonzaga and some teachers I have now, like Mr. Bailey, into a boring, plain principal’s office, and he sat me down in his chair and said, “What now?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter to myself.

“You never know,” said the principal. “What is it with you types of students and excuses?”

“Me types of students?” I ask curiously. Now I was more involved in what he was going to say.

He clarified more, “The you types of students are the type to do this. It’s always over-dramaticness and not knowing. It’s always that, I swear.”

“Because I hate the program,” I said suddenly. The principal looked at me, slack-jawed. “Honestly.” I barged out of his office, not bothering to properly close the door behind me.

[soberscientistlife]

Mental Health Awareness Month Day 7

1 in 5.

The number of people who will be affected by mental illness in any given year. This person is sitting next to you. This person is living in your house. This person is a part of your family. This is you. Even if this disease is not yours to fight, you are impacted by knowing and loving someone who is.

A semicolon. A pause. An indication of connection between sentences. Often causing confusion yet important to empathize relationships. A pause to let the reader know there is more to the story.

The semicolon can be described as stronger than a comma but weaker than a period. An apt description. However the semicolon is more than just this. It continues the sentence where a period could be placed.

And I am stronger than depression and anxiety. I am more than what it tells me I am. It will not be my ending period. My disease makes me pause in my day. It makes me stop and care for myself. But it doesn't end me. I have more to my story. And so do you. Share it. Talk about it. Reveal it. Display it.

There is no shame. Don't let it become your end. Let it be a part of your story. One that you overcome everyday. Support your 1 in 5. Show them that you see them. You hear them. You love them. Show them that their disease does not make them less of a person.

My name is Michelle.

I am 1 in 5.

Lovely in the Dark

[writinghurtsmybrain]

It Begins

So, you might be thinking: “Why the heck are you WRITING a blog then?”  Honestly, I’m not sure either.  However, I think I just want to.

To introduce what my blog may be, if I ever actually remember to post anything again (lol), it will basically just be yet another stream of consciousness from one of today’s ‘troubled youth.’

Btw, content warning for mental health related issues, a lack of a filter, and poorly (un)disguised curse words.

As it is for many of us college zombies, I am currently struggling through the beginning of exams, and am in the midst of pretending I don’t have an exam tomorrow that I am not at all prepared for.

In the spirit of ignoring that exam, I will instead talk about one of the other things weighing on my mind: (one being that every time I use a semicolon or colon I constantly worry whether I am using it correctly, you suck brain) completing makeup assignments.

I’ve struggled with mental health issues for a good long while.  I have all the greatest hits: major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety, and attention deficit and hyperactive disorder.  Oof that’s a lot of big words.  Basically, I’m constantly going ‘ooh, shiny thing (aka this blog)’ while trying to not hate myself and worrying about that I hate myself and that omg I said that so that person definitely hates me and thinks I’m weird now, and I definitely failed that class and I’m going to end up with a horrible job that can’t pay the bills and I’ll have to bother my parents and live off them forever, will I ever be able to function normally, etc etc.

Wow, I’m not sure how that felt to read, probably disorienting and confusing, but for me, with every word I wrote I could feel my chest tightening, feeling as if a vice was squeezing the middle of my chest harder and harder.

I’m sure everyone has had that feeling.  What makes it different from anxiety though, I like to think, is intensity, length, and causes.  With anxiety, you feel fear and uneasiness more intensely, about more things that it doesn’t make much sense to feel anxious about, and the feeling lasts much longer, oftentimes not dissipating even if the ‘problem’ or thing driving it has been resolved or ‘fixed.’

Similarly, depression is different from sadness for the same reasons.  Sure, we’ve all had those times (at least I have) where we burst into tears because our buttmuffin brother had the rest of the almondmilk, and now you can’t eat your cereal and you don’t have time to make any other food before you have to get to school (ah, high school).  Though I guess that may be both depression and anxiety, cause those two lovely things like to do tag-team attacks that pummel you into the (metaphorical) ground.  Anyways, I personally feel that my depression (as it feels different for everyone) can generally be categorized into three (shitty, and often co-occurring) flavors: numbness, futility, and full on omg-theres-a-knife-stabbing-me-make-it-stop.  However, I think that’s a convo for another day (I mean, I gotta give both of us a reason to come back here, right?).

I’m sure this felt like all of my thought processes do.  My dad describes it as ‘a racecar with bicycle brakes’ but I prefer to think it more strongly resembles ‘trying to sprint without ice skates across a field of ice to a certain point indistinguishable from anywhere else that you arbitrarily chose, only to fall on your ass and slide and spin around, arriving somewhere and unable to find where you initially wanted to go, much less where you started’ (see, even my description of my thought process is an example in and of itself).

So thanks for reading, or skimming (I wouldn’t blame you; this is way too long).  I’m going to do my best to (hopefully) get some work done.

Here’s to hoping I make it back here in a day or two, cause I’m sure there must be so many waiting with bated breath for my next post (not lol).

Toodles (omg, as soon as I wrote that, I thought, but more explicitly, ‘who the fudge says toodles.’  Me. I guess I say toodles now.  Welp, at least it fits the overall oddball mishmash of elements this clustercluck of a post was.  Time to try and load as many tags onto this puppy that I can that can be reasonably associated with what I wrote.  Toodles)

#first post #mental health #fuck exams #stream of consciousness #random #ramblings #idek bro #rip me i guess

[yngseung]

donghoen grandfather status

#verivery #dongheon #kangmin #rambles #this is me navigating fandom these days ldkjf #i am *back cracks* older than most i feel like lKjsdf #second screenshot is kinda confusing but its just dongheon saying okay kangmin and minchan do it #not dongheon kangmin and minchan do it lkdjf they just dont put semicolons before whoevers talking in the subs so