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write insane shit that’s way beyond your perceived ability and skill level even if you don’t finish it even if you think it sucks
When I was a kid i had this idea of "saving" like you would do in a game. So whenever I felt particularly content i would take a note of my surroundings and “save” that moment😌
autumn/winter affirmations:
7 p.m. is not late
your day is not over at 7 p.m.
you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark
7 p.m. is so early
5 p.m. is not late
your day is not over at 5 p.m.
you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark
5 p.m. is so early
i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
NREMT prep and this is the question I’m asked. Even my pediatric oncologist friend was confused. Can you even fracture your spleen? 😅
Obviously that’s the answer. 😂
And yet, somehow, not the weirdest question I’ve been asked.
The main difference between me and my cat is that when she sleeps all day and does nothing productive, she doesn’t feel crushing guilt and overwhelming societal pressure.
tiktoks with vine energy pt. 12
hobbies: giving myself unnecessary anxiety
and for my next magic trick I will forget to eat all day
apologies for the bad quality
WIP Wednesday Game - Dec 25, 2024
It’s that time again (and the last Wednesday before the new year) where the amazing WIP Wednesday Game community push me to do the thing and actually write. Thank you @rainy-weather-supremacy , @auburnlaughter , and @eriquin for the Broken Glass chapter 2 request. 💜
Chapter 1 can be found here
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Tim is curled impossibly small in the corner of the bed, just a puff of dark hair under a mound of blankets. From the gentle rise and fall of the blankets, Roy is ninety-nine percent sure the former Robin is asleep. He hasn’t moved since Jay carefully tucked him in 45 minutes ago, hasn’t uttered so much as a peep, doing the whole unnaturally-still Bat-thing Batman trained each of his Robin’s.
Out of the cape and into the Hood, Jay still had a habit of scaring the daylights out of him, and they’d been together over three years.
Roy opened another panicked text from Dick, trying to reassure one of his best friends that they had things handled. Word traveled fast when one of the birds was down for the count and Tim—it had been a rough couple of years. For everyone.
So, Dick, ever the mother hen, was frantic.
And Jason?
Jason stalked the hallway outside the bedroom, quietly hissing to Barbara on the other end of the comm, checked and rechecking security footage, his security system, searching for something, anything, to explain why their wayward bird was wandering around in the middle of the night barefoot and bleeding.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Check again.” Jay growled, trying to keep his voice low. The veins stood out on his neck. He wasn’t just pissed—he was scared and they both knew it.
There were no signs of forced entry.
WIP Wednesday Game Fills
Fill requests by @adhdavinci @whimsicalmeerkat @itswrenly @twyrewolf @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @quietlysleeping @somefishycat for my future Whumpcember day 15 — Broken Glass for JayRoyTim.
Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!
This is written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin.
CW: Blood and injury
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Tim blinked dumbly, looking up from the blood pooling in the palm of his hand. After a long pause, Tim is able to gather enough brain juice to make sense of his surroundings in the dim glow of sodium lights. “I think I’m near the video rental,” the pain is a distant thing, blood oozing between his fingers. “The one we went to last week near Rao’s.”
Jay is coming.
Jay is coming for him.
There’s soft voices over the line again as Roy seemingly relays the info before he’s back, giving Tim his undivided attention. “Jay is on his way. Can you tell me how much you’re bleeding?”
“A little,” Tim supplies numbly. “I cut my hand.”
“A little by vigilante standards or civilian standards?”
Tim pauses to think, “Civilian.”
“That’s good, I’m glad.” Roy sounds pleased and it sends a little thrill down his spine. “Lucky for you, you’re not very far from the apartment. Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Tim’s eyes burn, and he nods. “My feet hurt, I stepped on glass.”
“We can fix that.” Roy promises, muffling another yawn.
“I’m sorry.” It was late (early?) for a vigilante.
“Don’t be. You know we’re happy to help you anytime you need, even if it’s late.” Tim nods again even though Roy can’t see it, hugging his knees to his chest. The damp pavement was soaking in through his night pants sending goosebumps down his arms and legs.
He tries to will himself to say something along the lines of, I’m okay, no seriously I’m fine, or like seriously okay, but headlights illuminate the alleyway before he can say anything.
A beat up Honda pulls up in front of the alleyway, headlights illuminating it with more light than should be allowed. Tim squints against the light as Jay steps out of the beat up SUV. He rounds the hood, outlined by the headlights.
“Jay,” Tim breathes.
Roy says something but he can’t make it out, his voice a distant din, because Jay is here.
His hair is mussed with sleep with dark shadows under his eyes and a furrowed brow. One look at Tim and he’s shrugging off his leather jacket, wrapping it around his shoulders. It smells like Marlboro Reds and aftershave and it’s the first time Tim feels like he can breathe.
this idea burrowed in my brain and I finally had time to do something about it. I hope you don't mind me jumping on your post
Oh my gosh! @araydre I’m crying actual tears. It’s beautiful! Thank you for bringing this scene to life!
It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.
At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return.
It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.
Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug.
“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.
(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)
By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.
When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.
Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”
And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”
That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.
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Wednesday Wip Game Fill 11/13/24
The fill I forgot to post last week for @post-and-out. Thank you for pushing my to write!
Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!
Written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin
BW24 - 269/Kit (CW: for needles, minor blood and injury)
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Jason’s threads the needle through flesh with the ease of a man who’s done this a million times over, fingers nimble and quick yet with an air of caution. Their little bird was already starting to crash, hitting the wrong side of adrenaline, listing to one side. His eyes glazed over and the dark bags under his eyes more prominent.
On Jason’s other side, Roy is perched on the kitchen counter, swinging his legs like he was five. The tackle box of a first aid kit was spilled out between them, a fresh suture kit neatly laid out and ready.
“Can you stop?” Jason growls, not looking up from his continuous row of sutures. The cut was clean and not very long but the piece of shrapnel had cut deep—deep enough butterfly stitches weren’t enough. “I don’t know if you can tell but I’m in the middle of something right now.”
Wednesday WIP Game Fill 11/20/24
Fill requests for @wizisbored @twyrewolf @aparticularbandit @somefishycat @zyrafowe-sny @eriquin @bald-rights @asha10100101010 @enigma-the-mysterious for Whumpcember Day 15 - broken glass.
Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!
Written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin.
CW: minor blood and injury
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“I’m sorry,” Tim whispers, hot tears finally slipping down his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, doll, come ‘ere,” Jason sighs, gathering their Baby Bird in his arms like the delicate thing he is. “You don’t gotta be sorry about anything, me ‘n Roy are always gonna come when you cry. You hear me?”
“But-“
“But nothing. Don’t gotta to worry ‘bout nothing but bein’ here with me now, yeah?” Jason says, in that silky, loving drawl of his. “‘sides, if anything, I should say sorry to you. I wouldn’t expect Roy to let you go ‘til at least the bottoms of your feet have healed up.”
A week or so of cuddles on the couch might be nice, he thinks absently, burrowing into Jason’s neck. He’s warm and solid and protects him from the lazy Gotham drizzle.
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Core Four week will run from June 29-July 5 2025, no sign ups necessary! Any and all fan works are welcome!
Core Four Week Schedule
• Prompt Submission Period OPEN: Nov 19 - Dec 19 - SUBMIT HERE
• Prompt Voting Period: Dec 20 - Jan 17
• Prompt Reveal: Jan 24
• Work Period: Jan 24 - Jun 29
• Core Four Week Begins!: Jun 29 - Jul 5
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A reminder from my friends over at Core Four Week that prompt submissions are open from now until December 19th!