Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.ā
UNBIASED. UNPREJUDICED. FAIR.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.ā
UNBIASED. UNPREJUDICED. FAIR.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.ā
UNBIASED. UNPREJUDICED. FAIR.
So, since the lovely Jude was kind enough to set this excellent URL aside for me like six months ago, and I never got around to using it, I think it might be time to finally break my brand recognition and freshen things up with it. Still keeping the old theme, because I love the look of it too much, but fatehaschosen=>twcfaced as of today.
Decided that Iām going to be rebooting over yonder, just to keep things neat and tidy. Still a work in progress.
Okay, lame-ass joke that I waited nearly a week to make aside, I am officially coming off hiatus. I donāt know exactly how Iām going to handle it yet - if Iām going to archive and reboot the blog, if Iām going to create an in-character plot point around the absence the way I did last time - but Iāve been jonesing for my Harvey muse like crazy for nearly a month, so I think that means itās time, and you can all expect me to be getting things back in gear here over the course of the next few days. Iāve missed all of you like you wouldnāt believe, and Iām looking forward to getting back into the DC fandom, reconnecting with old friends and seeing whoās new.
Stay tuned for updates, people. Shitās about to get wild.
CLUBāS GOINā UP
ON A TWOāSDAY
Hiatus Notice
So you guys have probably guessed from my recent absence that Iām not feeling Harvey so much right at this moment. I think I burned myself out a bit, and to keep my muse for him from stagnating I think Iām going to take a break from writing him for a bit, let myself come at him anew when the muse hits again - which Iām sure it will, since heās the longest-running character Iāve ever played.Ā
Iāll probably be over at todonoharm for the most part, but to any mutuals who have my skype, feel free to chat me up if you ever feel the urge, and Iāll probably drop by here from time to time to check in, too.Ā
I had been abandoned by both life and death: neither would take me.
Deathās Door (via unseenmockingjay)
when they tamed you, when they made you, they took something wild and feral and said: āthis is how you walk among men, this is how you pass as one: this is how you stand, how you sit, this is how you eat and talk. (do not growl, do not bare your teeth: you are no longer just beast, you are now man as well). āthis is when you bite and when you tear, this is when you purr and sit docile. (you are a pet, a weapon: we forged you into what you are now.) this is how you make them think you are helpless, (bare your throat, not your teeth: tilt your head back. show submission and bide your time). and this is how you tear out their still-beating heart.ā what they did not account for is that when you forge a weapon, when you take something feral and give it the mask of man, you must never forget what you started with.
their blood is on your hands now, and you smile at the moonless sky with blood matted in your hair.Ā (CNS)
Guys. Guys. Iām completely exhausted to my very bones, but I have two days off finally and I got my first testosterone prescription.
Iām holding the bottle in my hand. My doc is going to show me how to perform the injection within the next few days.Ā
Itās happening.
You ever read/watched the Golddn Compass? It's an AU earth where everyone has an animal called a Daemon that represents their soul. It shifts forms when you're a child and stops when you're an adult and usually you have a Daemon that's opposite to your gender. They can talk to you and it's totally taboo to touch someone else's Daemon. That's what I understand, anyway. That said, what Daemon do you think Harvey would have in this universe? I'm thinking a dog, probably.
Oh yeah, Iāve definitely read that series, and Iāve actually discussed a HDM AU extensively over skype in the past.
I definitely think it would be a dog - probably a rottweiler, specifically. Service-oriented, characterized by loyalty and a hardworking demeanor, duty-bound, but also with great physical power and the ability to be both wild and frightening.
His daemon would have taken the form of a regular, female rottweiler when they hit maturity, but as his mental state began to decline closer to his breakdown her form would have begun to unSettle again, to blur around the edges and grow unstable, mirroring his own inner turmoil. After losing himself to the acid, she would have split violently into two separate entities - one much like her former self, if battered, gunshy, and worse for wear, and another dog, large and ragged and horrifically scarred, perhaps male, and far more openly aggressive and savage. This new half, like Two-Face, would originally be nameless, an outward reflection of Harveyās darker impulses, but both halves would be the reflection of Harveyās mental illness and inner conflict. Theyād fight often, and would frequently appear physically unhealthy and in pain.
It would very literally be the old Native American myth of the two wolves fighting for dominance in every person, and Harvey could only ever be healthy again if he managed to piece them back together into a single Daemon capable of existing in a stable condition.
I may be completely burned out mentally, but here, have some Munday stuff.
Fuck, I am so burned out right now. I mean I donāt regret working double shifts all weekend, because I earned about three hundred dollars in three days, but now the fact that I donāt have a day off until this coming Sunday is making me feel really low, because Iāve got zero time to actually recover from said weekend and Iām about as socially and physically short-circuited as you can get.
#ThatNeurodivergentFeelWhen
Okay guys, so I have double shifts all weekend. One at each of my jobs each day, because thereās a huge music festival in town and itās all hands on deck at both places. So this is...going to get crazy. Really crazy.
I will, however, be making SO much bank. Which will be my motivation when Iām pounding my third cup of coffee and contemplating death in about a day and a half.
Wish me luck. Iām going to need it.
He was knocked back, his hands fell on his bed to keep himself up, but he wasnāt surprised in the least. Ā No, it was expected, and he stood, and he immediately started SCREAMING BACK.
āDIDNāT WHAT? Ā DIDNāT WHAT, HARVEY?ā
āDidnāt mean to hit back? Ā Didnāt mean to point out Iām never going to be good enough for you? Ā OR AM I A PUNISHMENT?ā Ā There was pointing, and he stepped forward, puffed up and enraged and ready to be violent. Ā āOr maybe you forgot? Ā Iāve drugged people, Iāve taken people apart and put them back together again! Ā Iāve killed people! Ā I kill people! Ā And Iāve never cared! Ā YOU CANāT FIX ME, IāM IRREDEEMABLE, AND IāM NOT GOING TO GET BETTER!ā
This was the part where he punched, but he didnāt. Ā There came thudding at his feet, rubbing against Tommyās leg; Ā a rabbit that didnāt seem to mind the screaming because it found that, if anything, the small bunny was needed most when Tommy was emotional. Ā But this time, Tommy wasnāt sad - he was livid. Ā So he shrieked and cursed, incoherent and furious, and he stomped, and then he aimed a kick so erratic that, when swung, his shoulder knocked back against the wall. Ā It was just luck that Beauford skittered under the bed, now scared of his owner.
The next moment happened very quickly - processing, realization, eyes watering, and then bursting into senseless sobbing that sounded more like screaming before crumpling to the floor. Ā It wasnāt just the simple violence of it all, the flinging of words, the sudden impulse to hurt, but that he hadnāt even a moment of control in all of it. Ā He hadnāt meant it at all, had been so vehemently angry that he was hurting things precious to him, couldnāt restrain himself, and that terrified him.
Ā Ā Ā It was all going so goddamn wrong, and a sick, frantically nauseous feeling had settled in his gut and forced the taste of bile up his throat - canāt fix me, irredeemable, and then Beauford barely managed to skitter under the bed in time to avoid being horribly injured, and God, it was all falling apart, and he was left looking at his own hands, horrified and completely unsure what to do.
Ā Ā Ā What did you do? What did you do? He was happy, he was doing you a fucking favor, and look what you did to him - what did you do?
Ā Ā Ā āTommy. Fuck, Iām so- I didnāt-ā He was down on his knees beside him, hands extended but not yet daring to touch, vision going blurry with something heād never admit might be tears as a chord of familiarity was struck - the sharp impact of flesh meeting flesh, screaming and then sobbing, just like Dad used to do to Mom, used to hit her when he was mad because he was too stupid and evil to talk it out, because he wanted to win. Used to hit her and leave her crying on the floor, and heād sworn to himself that heād never be like him, had become every other shitty goddamn thing a man could be, but had never, never raised a hand in anger to someone he-
Ā Ā Ā āIām so sorry. Goddamnit, Iām sorry.ā He wanted to touch, wanted to hold him - didnāt know if he could, if he had the right, not if he could ruin it so easily. Out of control, a fucking time bomb, always-Ā āYouāre not a punishment - youāve never been. Jesus Christ, you were me being selfish for once, do you get that? Youāre-...Iāve been martyring myself for years, and this is me taking something that I want for once, and damn whatās right for anybody else. And I shouldnāt have fucking hit you.ā Heād done it before. Heād done it before, and he hadnāt felt bad, because heād felt Tommy had deserved it, and heād always hit back - he hadnāt crumpled in on himself and cried, made him wonder if there was anything he could hold onto anymore without leaving claw marks behind.
#i dont need to go to an alternate universe to know that im the asshole