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The beauty of freewriting. No stopping. Barely going back. I don't know what this is but it's sick as hell.
Running out of time. Clock ticking. Down to the wire. Got to run. Go to go. Got to move. No more redos. This has to be it. He did it. He lept, jumping across the gap as the world seemed to glitch out of existance around him. The timer was reaching 0 and his hand was reaching for the crystal. Boom. His finger just barely made contacct with the vibrating crystal of reality, shattering it. Suddenly he was there at the beginning of everything and the end of everything and everything in between. All of reality crashed into his own small, feeble, mortal mind. He sobered up, after his infinite years inside of the span of a single second. He was in his own bathroom, throwing up into the toilet.Â
"Are you okay?" Steph asked. It was Steph! How did she get here? How did it happen? Lance lept up.
"Steph? Is that you?"
"Yeah. And that's you Lance."
"What day is it?"
"Monday, why?"
"No, what Monday? Day, month and year?"
"Are you okay?"
"Please just answer the question."
"March 15th, 2028."
"Then I did it!" he shouted, leaping from the toilet and running into your embrace. "I did it and you're here and you're safe and I love you so so so much and I wish I told you properly the first time."
He went in for a kiss, to be pushed away. "Once you're done puking and get some water. Sit down and tell me what happened. And you can kiss me all you like then."
"i feel besquintled", said no one ever. because that's not a word.
okay nevermind it IS a word now and this is exactly what it means.
EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS NEW AND BETTER WORD
btw if youre new to catholicism pls dont listen to everything you see on the internet. pls go to church and talk to the priest, they are here to help, they dont judge, they are here to answer questions and deliver the word of the lord. ask a priest or a nun dont ask 12 year old lizzie please
basically everything online is a bunch tradcats. Please for the love of God, I beg you to talk to your priest about things. Or deacon. Or anyone you actually know in your own life. Church is community. Please don't neglect that.
cooking show but whoever loses each round becomes the main ingredient in the next episode
Just some dialogue
âYou have a lot of scars.â she said, taking in the tapestry of stitched tissue on his back.Â
âWell if you keep living this life,â he put on a new shirt. âYouâll have plenty of your own.â
âCanât wait.â
âYou really are something arenât you?â he chuckled. âBut I canât say that blood doesnât bring out your eyes. And something a bit more primal in me.â
âAre you hitting on me?â
âPerhaps.â He picked up his mask and flipped it around in his hands, and Devie became aware of how long it had been since he looked her in the eye. âI mean, you brought me to your home, when your parents were gone, so I could change my shirt. I figured you were flirting first.â
âWell maybe not tonight, but we could go to dinner some time?â She cracked open a bottle of water and took a swig, âNo masks, no monsters, just two people talking.â
âIâd like that.â
The fact that someone reblogged this as whump when k thought of this as fluff might be saying something...
âSo often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But thatâs not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you arenât constantly berating yourself for being sad.â
â John Green
kinda hate the (almost exclusively pejorative) term âorganized religionâ, as if the only form of religion is some kind of diy spirituality you do by yourself. kind of hyper-individualistic really.
and a big fuck-you to religions where their entire thing is being community-focused.
tf did a minyan ever do to you?
Stupid little ship idea: an herbalist witch and a plant biologist/botanist bond over saving an endangered plant species.
âthere are people you havenât met yet who will love youâ
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Iâd die on the hill that âstranger dangerâ is a deeply unhelpful mentality to have. âOoooh everyone is out to get me theyâre all gonna perpetrate harm thatâs actually more likely to come from someone I already know. I better never talk to anyone in my community who I donât already know, just to be safe. Iâm sure there are no other biases interwoven with this mentalityâ like oh my god human traffickers do not just randomly spawn in every parking lot. You donât have to go solo hitchhiking across the country but you also donât have to live in fear that every guy on the street is the knife man whoâs gonna get you. Like have situational awareness, yeah. But most of the time the guy on the street is not knife man heâs actually just a guy on the street and heâs probably pretty chill, and youâre driving yourself crazy by living in a constant state of unnecessary fear.
Had a conversation with my mentor about this a few weeks ago. Well, I asked him about how him and another guy we know are able to be so free in talking with everyone. It's something I get little glimpses of being able to do myself before it gets clamped up again. This was his response, having been a teacher for so long he'd seen so many people get clamped up with the idea that every one is a threat. But also even when I'm ready to move past the stranger danger ideas in me, I always worry about triggering someone else's stranger danger instinct just by deciding to want to strike up a conversation.
Also ran into an interesting idea in sociology of weak-ties, which says that people you know casually actually play an important part in your social ecosystem in ways I can't remember off the top of my head.
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
"Why do you keep doing this"
"What?"
"Throwing yourself into danger."
"You're a bounty hunter just the same as I am. You're no better."
"I get paid for what I do."
"As do I."
"You do it for nothing. It's suicidal."
"Maybe that's a good thing. If it keeps someone else safe. Keeps another family together."
"And then you get driven out of the same town you spent so long protecting."
"Just keeps up the adventure."
"I don't get you Laz."
"You don't get what you don't want to get Red."
Finally got a new job!
Was walking around the store today and noticed that they have a nice selection of sardines and other canned fish. Love that. Since they'll always be onhand I'll never be without some canned fish. I'll make sure to buy one on the way after work on the weekends and then roll up, hang out with my buddies and just bust out a can of deenz and a bottle of rum like the weirdo psuedo pirate that I am.
AU fanfic idea for ATLA
the Water Tribe attacked
While I know that a water tribe villain would operate differently than the imperialistic fire nation I like the idea of Aang being brought up with Zuko & Azula with Sokka & Katara as the villains. Might actually write it at some point.
mussels!