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this morning I realized that there’s absolutely nothing stopping me from having daily writing warm-ups in which I write about whatever my first thought was upon waking.
today’s topic: two-legged horses and identity politics (horse adjacent).
@viawrites-andacts i hope you’re happy. these are my 6 am stream of consciousness thoughts on horses.
i’d like to clarify that i woke up Very Concerned about the mental image of a horse with two legs growing out the middle of it’s stomach (neither back legs or front legs) after i had a dream where i was arguing with someone that disabled people still deserve… you know. basic human rights.
This was my mental image. The front legs present but the body still extending out behind it. It would have a hard time fitting it’s lungs and guts into the body in those other shapes and I would argue would not be able to still be a horse without those because it’s insides would look more like a standard biped rather than a horse. Horses are like aliens in comparison to standard bipeds.
hey? I actually choked on my tea. Like, full on choked, tears in eyes, all that jazz. To everyone in this thread thank you for making my terrible day slightly better
enemies to lovers , not everything is what it seems , you can’t always trust those in charge , follow your heart , friendship
SYNOPSIS
cause and effect. push and pull. when you pull too hard and it snaps, how far will you go to fix it?
rina has spent the last three years of their life running from the law, after pushing too hard and getting framed for the murder of Cadian's biggest superstar. liran is doing her best to survive in a world where only the rich are rewarded, pulling and trying her best to catch rina, now a wanted fugitive with a large bounty. When the two eventually collide, they have to choose: remain rivals and continue the chase, or team up as allies and face the ultimate power in their way.
CHARACTERS
— rina zhao ; 22 ; she/they ; magic of compulsion ; you can’t catch me, not if i kill you first.
— jing liran ; 22 ; she/her ; magic of telekinesis ; i can spend my money however i like, and i choose to use it on coats.
— hannah lim ; 22 ; she/her ; magic of teleportation ; it’s not a true party if you don’t lose a friend along the way.
— cassidy tan ; 25 ; she/her ; magic of light ; i can and i will do what i think best, and if you don’t like it then leave.
— jasper loh ; 25 ; he/him ; magic of invisibility ; you throw your love around like cassidy throws her money.
— cai fangshi ; 24 ; they/them ; magic of sound ; sometimes being unheard of is better than having the whole world know you exist.
hot take stop making your chinese characters the stereotypical "smart" one not only does it look bad on you for playing into stereotypes but it also furthers the toxicity of the concept that we're not truly chinese if we aren't smart and when it's the only representation you see in media it sucks. many chinese parents put a lot of pressure on their children to do well in school, get a good job, etc. etc. it's extremely stressful, and when you add in the facts that chinese people are rarely included in western media, one of the most common, and that when they do appear, they're smart, it only makes us feel even worse. think on it.
not a single sound follows you into the place,
and you wonder if you've made a grave mistake
by coming here, entering on your own,
guided only by the light of the lantern that's about to
go out with just another gust of cold wind, the kind you
constantly feel this late in the year, when the weather turns
cooler and you bring out the sweaters and jackets.
it's quiet in this city of ghosts, where you find
no one else here, and no true way out either.
a city of the dead, the half-dead, the undead;
of dreams and wishes and hopes all laid to rest,
buried under the ground, covered in dirt and grass
and moss and leaves and twigs and tiny rocks and
markers for each one of them.
the dreams here aren't dead, not yet, at least.
it's your job to hunt them down, collect them,
store them elsewhere, so no evil can get to it.
sure, their owners are dead, but dreams can't die,
not really, anyway. you gather them, these undead
bits of imagination that were once part of people,
and you move them to a better location.
you're the dreamcatcher, and no one tells their children
that you, too, are something that was brought back to life,
yet not truly alive.
“Well,” Hannah says, nodding along to the music, “I guess this is goodbye.”
Rina looks up from rifling through their bag. “Don’t be silly. This won’t be the last time we meet.”
“It feels like it.”
Rina scoffs, a hand on their hip. Just like old times. “This is not goodbye, Hannah,” they repeat earnestly, looking into her eyes. “This is just graduation. You’re only leaving the school.” And then, to hide the bubbling emotions, they add, “Don’t be so sappy.”
Hannah laughs, and the moment ends. Rina presses a chocolate bar into her hand. “Last one for a while. Make it count.”
A grin, then Hannah unwraps the treat. “Thanks.”
“See you around, Hannah.” Rina turns and leaves the school for good.
acceptance, sacrifice, perspective, feeling trapped, crossroads, decisions, letting go
———— cassidy tan ————
Cassidy takes one last look at the run-down apartment that had been her home for the past few years. It wasn’t the best, but it had everything she needed.
But now? Now she had the money. Now she had a luxurious penthouse waiting for her in the Jewel, now she had a grand piano in the living room instead of the cheap keyboard she got at a salvage store, now she had everything she wanted.
Somehow, it was still hard to leave all this behind.
Cassidy picks up her bag and shuts the door behind her, leaving the keys in the lock. The landlord will come by. Eventually.
She goes down the stairs and boards the car waiting outside. The window is rolled up, the car starts, and she turns away from her old life for good.
