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Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
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back and forth with sukuna.
(!) disclaimer: the following scene portrays an abusive relationship. it is not intended to romanticize or normalize such a dynamic.
the argument was already forgotten.
soon, you’d have a bouquet of flowers so massive they wouldn’t fit through the front door, grazing the ceiling. there would be a feast of chinese takeout, extra sauce –the kind that made your mouth water just thinking about it. maybe a new bag, leather boots, or quiet affection while curling up to sleep.
his massive hands wrapped around your waist with possessiveness, refusing to grant you even an inch of space to breathe. you didn't want him to pull away, either; you needed him like oxygen just to stay alive. he’d always been this way: envious, stubborn, captivating. and you accepted every one of his facets, exhausting as they were. someday he would see it, and he would make it up to you.
“if you change your mind, i’m going to level this city.”
his shoulders relaxed, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. the touch was almost imperceptible, yet simultaneously, the eruption of a volcano.
“isn’t it obvious that i keep choosing you, despite...?” you swallowed hard to keep your voice from breaking before you could finish. “despite the damage we do to each other.”
“it’s just… i’m jealous. how can you make plans without me? how can you imagine a life without me?” he confessed it, though the way he scrutinized you suggested he was more furious at his lack of control over you than afraid of being forgotten by you.
“can we just forget it, please?” you pleaded, taking a step forward even though your relationship had already taken three steps back. “if you want this to work, if you want me to stay, you have to help me.”
“we wouldn’t reach these extremes if you weren’t trying to rid yourself of me.” he declared.
silence. the familiar migraine began to settle in. that sharp pain in your gallbladder flared up again –a routine greeting ever since the bitterness had become a daily staple.
“you promised, didn't you? promised you would change.” you reminded him, trying to claw back some sense of reason.
even so, your heart continued to betray you. when you looked at that pink-haired monster, you also saw the wounded boy with the crooked smile who would never have known love if not for you. but now you understood why no one had ever loved him before, and why he didn't deserve the very feelings that humiliated you.
sukuna turned away. his back was a gargantuan wall –the same barrier he always erected between you. his pride came first, his ego second, and his pleasure third. you didn't hold a spot among his primary priorities, and perhaps not even his secondary ones. he had never cared to prove otherwise. and you resented him for it.
“i can never talk to you! you never want to resolve things by just talking! you’re always throwing everything you’ve done for me in my face and doubting my loyalty for no reason, when i’m the one who should be doubting you!”
“i’m not listening to lectures from a damn kept woman. admit it: you stay with me for the perks, not because you love me.”
they say everything that begins must end, but your battles were eternal. the proof was in the shouting that followed, escalating in intensity for a long while. you complained that he never respected you, that he’d rather lose face with you than with anyone else. above all, you complained about how much he hung around his perverted friends and the harlots they hired behind your back. he didn’t have as much to complain about, save for your reactions to his lack of consideration and your male friends; he hated how chivalrous they were, how much they flattered and supported you because they knew sukuna wouldn't. he took you for granted, and in part, you felt guilty for staying after every disrespect. you couldn't take another day like this.
“i’ll leave for someone who actually deserves me!” the lump in your throat choked off the rest. you had both gone too far, and neither could stop.
“you are mine.” he murmured sweetly –or so he feigned. nothing but poison ever truly left that man’s mouth. “i won’t let you go that easily.”
“you’re a goddamn bastard. i hate you! leave me alone! get out!” you ran downstairs, breath hitching from the sudden anxiety attack triggered by the same absurd argument. it took him no longer to reach you than it took for you to open your mouth to snap back.
crack!!! your jaw buckled behind his fist, and your face was forced eighty degrees to the side before you could even process what happened. yes. he had hit you for the first time, with a blatant, staggering force. he had never done it before, and it made you wonder if he’d been holding back all this time, if you’d finally exhausted his patience, if you’d given him a reason, if you’d missed a warning... nothing could justify it. and now, the "at least he doesn't hit me" mantra was dead –it had been stretched so thin it finally snapped in mockery.
“stop…” you whispered, trembling, hiding behind the kitchen island. during the first months of the relationship, you’d played like this –him trying to catch you to pin you down and tickle you. clearly, things had taken a turn as violent as the blow that preceded it.
he went silent. he hesitated for a second, but his hands eventually reached for you since his cold gaze couldn't. the flame was still there, of course; the spark that lit your pyre hadn't been extinguished, not even by the most fervent sobbing from your raw chest.
“i love you.” sukuna’s voice was barely a pitiful whisper, almost as pathetic as a coward hiding his hand behind his back after throwing the stone. “don’t leave me, please.”
tears had left white streaks on your cheeks, swollen from crying. he always said you looked beautiful when you cried, with those lamb-like eyes that melted like chocolate-covered marshmallows under a may sun. how much longer could his hugs warm you in the same way his actions burned you?
the words you feared most slipped off his tongue like hot tar through bare fingers. you had trusted him blindly so many times, believed him without setting a limit on his lies, because trying used to be enough and only true love could hurt this much. but here it was again, and you didn't know if you could endure it.
“i promise you, i’ll change.”
sitting neatly on the chair cushion, there it was: a box of the hotel chocolat everything sleekster, the reward for the previous day’s fight.
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any tips for developing discipline? ive been going through life on a lackadaisical hedonist build but ive got a bunch of mysterious problems that i may or may not be at fault for
all heian sorcerers we know of are women or nonbinary btw. and sukuna
i genuinely love each and every single tag on this post thank you all so much
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ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ anti intellectualism. anti intellectualism everywhere. . .
yes. if it is within your capabilities and you have the tim, you should be learning bit by bit about the things you don't understand. yes. you shouldn't be shaming those who don't understand stuff and instead encouraging them to study. no. you don't have to go to prestigious schools and universities to learn, self! study! yes. you should be historically, biologically, financially and politically educating yourself. an informed mind is a mind that's not easily swayed by propaganda. a mind open to learning will forever be humanity's greatest superpower. you're never too old to learn or too young to begin. start small with topics that interest you and then build your way up. how does weather work? what're the symptoms of disease? what're my tiers of government? how do taxes work? read an article. buy a niche magazine. watch a video. listen to a podcast. all of this will equip you with so much more fulfilment and understanding about the world around us.
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so i wrote an app for fic planning and wanna share it ◡̈
buongiorno fellow writers~
i’ve spent whatever spare time i have lately building a tiny writing planner app to help me stay organized with my writing. (the real reason: i have adhd and once the idea hit, my brain wouldn’t shut up until I built it, so i had to.) i think it’s finally getting to a point where it could be useful to people besides me.
what it does right now
keeps all your works in one place (series + one-shots), series can have sub-series too (kinda like seasons in a show)—so you can organize ideas, outlines, tags, characters, etc. (actual story text still lives in your own docs)
per-story idea dump you can flip into “real” pieces whenever (plus a master ideas page with filters)
every work has an outline tree where you can build out an expandable bullet hierarchy for your plots.
master character list you can tag across different stories and filter your whole dashboard by who's in what
tag manager that lets you add tags and divides them into batches of 50 (so tumblr stops yelling), with a copy button for each batch—credit to my girl @starmapz for asking for that feature!
you can set up your own custom statuses (different sets for series vs. chapters) and save links to your actual drafting docs (google docs, or anything else)
it’s running on hobby-tier server & database, so it’s totally free and should stay that way for a good while. that said, i can only invite a small group at first—about ~10 active fic writers—and my moots get dibs.
there’s one catch—no automatic backup on the free tier, but i've added an export/import button so you can download everything in one click if you ever want a local copy.
also, it’s a side project, so expect a few rough edges. feedback, ideas, and “ugh, why doesn’t it do X?” rants are welcome while i keep polishing.
if you want to poke around, let me know in the comments or in dms. ♥️
quick heads-up: i’m still doing a little ui cleanup and fixing a couple glitches, so invites will go out in a few days once that’s settled.
ps—once we see how much space we’re actually using (and everything’s sunshine and rainbows), i’ll invite more of you. well, if anyone will even be interested, of course. imma cry if no one wants to use it lol
im gonna shyly tag some of my moots and my fav writers. maybe some of you would like such app 👉👈 but that's totally fine if not! im just trying to share since i already wrote it, so it’d be sad if i couldn’t maybe help others 🙂↕️
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ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ okay so im saying this not to lecture some of you but to put stuff into perspective because I genuinely think a lot of us don't realise these things :
when a writer makes a fanfic series with multiple chapters, they are quite literally writing a book. I suppose the word “series” gives a different connotation to it but, yes, a writer is committing themselves to writing a book.
these “series” take a lot of time not only to write, but to plan. there's a lot of thought that goes into timeline, chapter planning, scene planning, character journeys/backstories, three act structures and so on. some writers even go deeper and add a bunch of symbolism and foreshadowing.
it's not much different to writing an original story. most book authors take months, if not years to finish a book. I think there's a mindset that fanfic is “easier” to write, but I'm going to hold your hand when I say this: it's not.
recently I've been seeing a rise of "update demands" when it comes to writers on here and their series. I've experienced it myself, so this post is to put into perspective that a lot of us writers can't publish more than one chapter every month or so.
our series aren't film series with big production teams, nor do a lot of writers write everything in advance so that they can publish weekly. add that to the fact that a lot of writers, myself included, have other series going on and— unfortunately, your favourite series may only see one chapter, maybe two if you're lucky, a month.
and I know that a lot of you are just excited but also understand that phrasing is so important. if a writer feels like they're being rushed/hounded they'll lose motivation. so perhaps instead of saying things like “when's chapter two!!”, “PLEASE update chapter 2”, “WHERE IS CHAPTER TWO??” or the dreaded: “are you ever going to update ( series name )?”, change your phrasing to :
“I'm so excited about ( series name! ). I'll eagerly be waiting for the next chapter.” even throw in something you liked about the fic.
I promise you, writers wanna finish their series and let you all see it as much as you lovely readers want to see it, but you reaalllyyyy need a different approach and mindset.
had to add on this lovely addition from @miscellaneous-misty
Most of those iPad babies you're seeing are probably sick of that fucking tablet too.
A lot of parents are very bad at parenting and don't like their children. They don't want to talk to them, be around them or do anything with them. You know, the things kids need and will remember the most once they're grown.
So they train them from an early age that they should always be distracting themselves with something as to not be in the way or annoying the adults.
For me it was books and TV when I was little, and computers later on. That's all I did because it was all I could do without getting yelled at, and it was the closest to human interaction I could get most of the time.
Everyone loves to make fun of & complain about iPad kids but nobody thinks about the struggle of navigating life as an adult when you were forced to spend your entire childhood keeping yourself distracted so your parents didn't have to acknowledge your existence.
This was reposted to YouTube shorts and I would like to point out some comments in the video
Please give your children some damn playdoh and crayons and oversized bits of craft paper to color on. They need something more concrete and tactile than smooth glass.
Maybe they do need something tactile, but you've missed the point of the post. It's not the Ipad itself that's bad, it's the fact that the children are being neglected. You could hand a kid a whole library of books, several kilograms of play dough, a mountain of crayons, and all the craft paper in the world. But, if you don't spend time with them and you simply expect them to use those things to keep themselves busy so you don't have to deal with them, you're still neglecting the kid, and they're gonna end up with the same issues.
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Running across this post almost immediately after reading the article about how some parents are letting fucking ChatGPT tell their kids bedtime stories now feels serendipitous in a way.
#so this is actually what i wrote my final thesis about for my bachelors in psychology #i ran an exeriment on kids below 5 that measured their social cognition levels (eg. understanding others emotions and needs etc) #and i also asked the parents about their kids screentime habits #and there was obviously a negative correlation between the two - so more screentime meant lower social cognition on average #BUT there were quite a few outliers with high amounts of screentime but also a higher level of social congition #and the explanation for that is that for these children screentime isn't there INSTEAD of interacting with the parents #screentime only affects the child negatively if parents use it as a distraction for the kids instead of interacting with them #so if a child watches some cartoon then the best a parent can do is sit with them and watch with them and talk about it with them #and then (limited) screentime can actually be beneficial for the development of other cognitive skills #so there is a large amount of scientific research out there that proves what ppl said in this post
That's really it. You'd probably have gotten similar results 30 years ago if you studied kids who are left to read books by themselves alone in their room for multiple hours a day vs kids whose parents read with them, or at least in the same room and talk to them about what they're reading. Because the former are most definitely also being neglected in other ways.
It's not as much about the tablets, it's about the fact that these children aren't being played with and talked to enough. Parents are using them as a get out of parenting tool instead of a parenting tool.
#i just looked and i don't think this post gives you the full picture #santigold96 has written 357 works of asoiaf fanfiction in chinuk wawa #the devil works hard but santigold96 works harder
i need to know what Drusilla did to them
honestly i think the selling point of romance for me (and where it usually fails to land) is 'can i imagine these people sharing an in-joke'
like, are they in cahoots. can they laugh together. do they have a similar enough or at least complementary enough outlook that they can connect over something being funny (even if it's funny in a fucked up way! sometimes those are the best in-jokes!)
that's not necessarily true love in and of itself, but it does feel like an essential component to me
not now kitten daddy's battling existential dread of magnitude previously unheard of by humankind
slowburn i did not know love until i met you slowburn
yutas strength and aura comes from him having a pure and loving heart btw
[as if this is not a normal and natural human thing to want] yeah i just really want to connect with people for some reason. Like some weird loser freak
i need to change my whole life in one day. watch out world. i'm about to rearrange my furniture and cut my hair and develop new yet fully formed healthy habits all in the span of 24 glorious hours. i will also be buying groceries.
