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Does anyone have advice on writing cutesy romance? It's out of my comfort zone but I want to do it for a friend(we were spitballing a story and I wanted to write it down) but I usually write fantasy and gorey kind of stories.
It's a childhood friends to lovers kind of thing, I already have their entire lives outlined and almost everything figured out, plot-wise but the writing of the romance just eludes me 😓
Hi, I'm writing in a fantasy with a side character who is an amputee(left leg,) she's a street kid and the main narrator is a young woman who hasn't really seen met an amputee before(she grew up isolated) but I'm not sure what to call the part where the leg got cut off, I saw a video awhile ago that I can't remember about someone saying they either prefer calling it a "nub" or "stump" but I'm not sure which one(if either) and I really don't want to write an offensive term. Any suggestions? part of the plot is that the narrator starts to take care of the kid and her brother in the only way the narrator knows, which is to make them stuff: clothes, blankets, a socket sock from silk and super soft yarn (I think that's the name of it)
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If you’re still looking for an answer either is fine. I use “stumps” for my own legs personally but both are fine.
I have noticed that amputees with smaller amputations (fingers/partial hand/toes/partial foot) and people who were born without the limb tend to lean more towards nub, while those with larger amputations (like below/above knee or below/above elbow) tend to use stump but I couldn’t tell you why. That’s not a rule or anything concrete, just a pattern I’ve noticed within the community.
Just out of curiosity, do you know which ones those who are born amputees lean to? Like what a kid would most likely use. I'm right now presuming "nub" because that would be easier to pronounce, but I'd love to know if there are more terms and synonyms.
What deity do you pray to when your mind is filled with the urge to cut off all of your awkward-stage hair?
I'm two minutes away from grabbing the buzzer-machine(no idea what it's called nor do I care)
Anyone else just don't know how to interact with people online because they've been ingrained since childhood to not have an online presence because of predators so even now you just totally lack the ability to even thank someone in a game(online) let alone actually comment on something so you just act silently in a game that's meant to be somewhat social or that you just have a quiet passive account on 'safe' websites(Tumblr/Pinterest/AO3 etc)?
... I don't even know how to fucking tag this shit let alone something that I write on fanfic websites!
You may have been trained to be prepared for pain your whole life and still complain at the slightest itch
My body goes through pain every month for 90 % of my life and you'll never hear me or my pain
white isn't the colour of the innocent, it's the colour of the fungi that will rot your body after i finish with you, it will rot your body and turn it to something useful, like composs
people
some people live next to the ocean, they know how to fish, how to surf, sail, swim and most often they don’t like talking with other people.
some people live in a city, they’re usually people person, they know numbers and logic and most often than not politics.
some people live in the mountains, learning from masters with years of wisdom about all sorts of things, like herbalism, healing, fighting, and almost forgotten languages.
some people live in villages in valleys, between the roads to everywhere, they get along with one another and share everything, they are farmers and shepherds, sometimes with a witch or two.
some people live on the docks of the ocean, they live for the small talk and gossip,they are rooted down, never taking their sails too far from their roots, they have amazing drinks though.
some people live in the Otherworld, they do magic, they are like us but in more wondrously peaceful way, they are connected to their planet, they passed their height of their evolution,
some people live on the Border, they are in charge we never find out about them, they are warriors as well as negotiators, they watch over us.
some lonely person lives on a ruined planet, a planet that was not saved in time, a planet the Watchers could not save, lonely person lives on their ruined planet, they can never leave their woods as they do not have anywhere to go, they are not a rocket scientist, they are not a warrior or a negotiator.
the lonely person is a creator, an inventor, a dreamer. with a gift and a curse, imagination. that is their gift as it allows them to dream of a better world they know nothing about. imagination, their curse because that world can never happen in their lifetime.
they live in dead-silence, their is very few animals left and they all took shelter in the ruined cities of the planet. the lonely person lived in an old steam-train that crushed in between two large oaks, they’ve made it their house, thier home.
Let the sky fall to peices with me. I am fine Take a deep breath of the cold air. I am fine Why can't I fall apart like that? In such pretty drops, pretty peices but nothing I do is pretty. I am fine. Let the air out. It had overstayed its welcome anyway. I watch it leave, the deoxidanted air is mixing in with the peices from the sky. It leaves in ghost like mist. Am I the ghost? No. I am fine. I too fall apart like the sky. My tears are the drops. My head is the clouds. My annoying hair getting stuck to my face. Why bother move it? The doctor in charge of the bodies will take care of it. I hope they dye my hair blue. Blue is the colour of the sky that is falling apart above me. I am fine. Let me fall apart. I just want to be with the magic. Let the air leave me forever. Let no food pass my lips. Let no tears leave my eyes anymore. Let no blood enter or leave my heart. My arteries frozen in place forever. I am fine. Just let me fall apart as the sky falls. Yearly, consistantly, beautifully. Let me fall to peices with the sky.
Am I even alive?
I do not run amak with the children. I do not talk politics with the adults. I do not spill tea with the teenagers. But i will tell you what i do, do. I watch. I observe and i see as they eat their fill of food, gossip and opinions. I sit in the corner, listening to every conversation that passes by. I learn fascinating deteils this way. i learn their footsteps, their voices, their tones, their topics and their words. But i wished i did, things would have been different. I will be difficult if i tried. I didn't. I like watching. I know their tones, their shoes and conversations by heart by the end.
Affirmations for the restless
I forgive myself. I forgive myself for ignoring them I forgive myself for being passionate and unsettling others. I am not their doll. I am not their slave. I am not meant to be to their liking. I forgive myself for being loud. I forgive myself for being opinionated. I forgive myself for taking up space.
TW, swearing and reality, not suitable for people who like to stay ignorant.
Just because things can go all
back to how it used to be
doesn't mean it should.
The past isn't always
better, it rarely is.
Maybe some aspects used to be better but
the overall state of the world
continues to be fucked.
Another attack of another
I have a talent. plenty of people have this talent. but I don't know plenty people. I actually barely know fifty. that's ok. I think. it's what I tell myself.
I have a talent. I don't like this talent. but I am great at it. I don't want to be great at it. but I am. I don't know how to not be great at it
I have a talent. I know. I know I am useless. I know I listen too much. I know I am too extreme for anyone to like me. I know I need to tone it down. I know I need to shut up. I know I need to shut up. I know other people don't feel things this hard. I am not other people.
I have a talent. I have creativty. I have a thousands of scenarios on how they hate me. I have a thousands of scenarios on how I die. I have a thousands of ideas on how to make the world better. but no one would listen to an emotional.
I'm tired of caring what you say. When i speak you ignore, you don't care or you don't even hear me. A single time it happened to you today but it had already happened 8 times to me, 9 if you count that look on your face right now. learn to deal with your words and thoughts, I will not deal with them for you.
Strong, resilient lions Grow from anything given Concrete, bricks, rocks and broken glass Protective greenery, shielding wild, motherly Earth.
What my attacks look like.
I am useful I am physically alright I am going to be better This will pass Breath in Breath out Breath in Relax your shoulders That frown too It'll be fine This will pass Breath in Breath out Breath in And let it out later Later when you're hiding your face between the wall and pillows that block the rest of the room from my bed The monsters can't get to me if the pillows are arranged carefully and the thin blanket is blocking the little crack between the bed and the cool wall filled with my artistic eyes and pen marks. I'm safe This will pass Breath out Breath out ...wait there's no air Breath in then I can't Then die
It'll pass Breath in Breath out It'll pass what can you see? Nothing What can you smell? Nothing Then breath There's no air. Breath There's nothing to breath
The sky is on fire And i am gone You forgot to close the door Before i went away You forgot that i am not you The ocean is the moon And i am in pain You left me again After you said you would never The forest is the home for the forgotten i chose to leave you Live with my choice as i live with the spirits of regret and freedom
I hate my hair.
I cut it as far as
I can without someone asking me
if I'm trans,
am I? I don't know, I stopped caring
for labels and boxes.
So I began to cut my eyelashes, no one
notices those, I cut
my eyebrows as far as I can
without leaving me eyebrows-less.
I bleach my hair and hope
it turns out matt and dead, I dye my hair
hoping it turns out green, I press
on the button and I don't let go even
when the volume is at the highest and my eardrums want to burst.
