i want to scream & cry at the moon !

lord knows i may be losing it soon

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄.    (  a collection of various  location prompts categorized by certain environments.  feel free to adjust phrasing as desired. this prompt is likely to be updated in the future.  )

[ 1. ] — URBAN :

the graffiti - scarred underpass of an old railway bridge, echoing with distant trains. the fire escape of a towering high - rise, overlooking a vast grid of sleeping lights. a forgotten alleyway behind a row of storefronts, bathed in the glow of a neon sign. the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass. a sheltered bus stop tagged with old stickers & graffiti, drenched in midnight rain. a food cart on a busy street corner, steam rising into the cool night air. a 24 - hour laundromat, fluorescent lights humming above rows of idle machines. amidst the initial trickle of commuters through a sprawling subway station. a park at the city's center, made up of grassy knolls & playground equipment. the shadowed corridor of a parking garage, footsteps echoing in concrete silence. the elevated walkway over a busy intersection, offering a bird's - eye view. a vibrant street art mural on the side of a decaying brick building, alive with color.

[ 2. ] — RURAL :

a cramped stall within an empty stable, moonlight shining through the rafters. a neglected orchard where wind - blown fruit rots beneath gnarled trees. a winding gravel path leading all the way to a secluded farmhouse. a field of wildflowers buzzing with bees, bordered by split - rail fencing. a street temporarily shut down on behalf of a bustling farmer's market. the sleepy main street of an eerie town, a single streetlight casting a warm glow. a dry creek bed winding through brittle grass & sun-bleached stones. a rickety wooden bridge arching over a narrow stream, frogs croaking all around. a quiet paddock under bright starlight, farm animals peacefully grazing. the middle of a deep, vast corn field under a brilliantly shining moon. a dusty, unpaved road stretching endlessly through a landscape of rolling hills. a yard sale with patrons trickling through beneath the hot sun.

[ 3. ] — NATURE :

a moss - covered trail leading deeper into a dense, mist-shrouded forest. a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent gray ocean, gulls crying overhead. a secret lagoon with crystal blue waters & flourishing flora on all sides. the shifting golden dunes of a vast beach, meeting the endless blue of the sea. the banks of a swift, rocky river cutting through a vibrant forest. a lodge / cabin in the middle of the woods, seemingly unoccupied for years. a cluttered camping site deep in the middle of a national forest. the edge of a marsh, thick with reeds & the distant calls of unseen birds. the tranquil, glassy surface of a mountain lake reflecting a clear blue sky. a hidden clearing bathed in dappled light, exuding the scent of damp earth. a fork in the hiking trail, each path offering different adventures. a foggy moor where the land rolls endlessly beneath a grey, heavy sky. the deck of a cozy cottage bathed in sunlight & blooming flowers. a grove of ancient trees, their roots exposed & twisted like veins in the earth.

[ 4. ] — SHOPS & ENTERTAINMENT :

a warm, dimly lit antique shop overflowing with forgotten treasures. the too - cheery gift shop near the front entrance of a hospital. a comic book store sporting bright posters & dozens of tradable goods. amid long aisles lined with thrifted goods at the local consignment store. a cluttered, cozy bookstore smelling of old paper & freshly brewed tea. the incense-heavy interior of a well maintained smoke shop. the warmth of a small-town bakery, pastries piled high in the display case. backstage, the space cluttered with costumes, props, & nervous energy. a shop in an unfamiliar country, every label written in a foreign language. the chilled interior of an ice cream parlor offering refuge on a hot day. under the harsh yellow lights of the only liquor store that was open at 2am. a tourist - trap shop full of cheesy knick-knacks catered to travelers. an unassuming corner shop concealing the entrance to an exclusive club. a vibrant flower market overflowing with fragrant blooms & vendors' chatter. under the flashing lights of a dance club, bass thrumming through the floor. the hushed, reverent interior of a grand theater just before the curtain rises. a pop - up carnival at night, rides whirling & distant screams mixing with music. a karaoke lounge drenched in LED's, lyrics scrolling across a bright screen. the rewards counter of an arcade, stacked wall-to-wall with countless prizes. a classy high - rise rooftop bar with countless city lights sprawling beneath. a brightly lit arcade alive with the sounds of chimes, explosions & laughter. the neon - drenched interior of a retro - themed diner with a jukebox playing old hits. a casino floor buzzing with noise; slot machines chiming, cards shuffling. the open air of a summer music festival, crowd gathered under the twilight. a classic, dimly lit bowling alley- the crash of pins echoing down the lanes. the back row of a mostly - empty movie theatre right as the lights go dark.

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Knowing Your Writing Partner Can Potentially Make Writing Together A Lot Easier

BASICS

NAME: bianca PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUALITY: man idk anymore. mitski voice: "i've loved many boys i've loved many girls" TAKEN OR SINGLE: MARRIED ! everyone say congrats NOW.

THREE FACTS

i have a thick THICK southern/Ozark mountain accent (bc that is indeed where i live). and while the American South is SCARY I really do love it and like. am a published cultural critic ABOUT how much I love the south and think the people/landscape/animals here deserve better. when i'm not here for a few days/weeks it is often because i'm out loving The Land! no I cannot swim but I will go nearly drown in some lakes or (more likely) go on a full day backpacking trip. it's beautiful here idc.

prior to being a writer I was a teacher. & prior to that I was an art curator. & prior to that i was a creative director for a local theatre. and prior to that I was on drugs. idk what the takeaway here is other than like. i'm pretentious?

i'm really truly terrible at digital design stuff but by virtue of all of my close in-person friends being visual artists I am a fairly talented painter! i don't do it as much as i used to but i really enjoy it. and have considered hand-making my promotional materials for tumblr bc actually adobe... count your days.

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ): at least 10 years on tumblr. probably closer to like 13-15 years total online? and 15-17 if you count paper RPGs with my buddies in elementary school.

PLATFORMS YOU'VE USED: Tumblr is where I will probably live and die now, but I used to do a number of things. once I was in an X-Men rp group on Facebook and like 12 years old (writing pixie) and someone said "I bet she's not even old enough to be here" and I cried!.

BEST EXPERIENCE: mmm i think currently? like i have a much better relationship with Online and that comes from being older & not being so obsessive over media or the internet but also the way i have curated my spaces online? way less pressure, and like all of my writing partners are also adults now so we have legitimate lore built up and unique writing styles. idk it's very refreshing to get on and see just really thoughtfully curated content, both aesthetically and textually. & i've made some genuine friendships over the years and it's cool to have that be a reality now. tldr growing up makes everything better.

MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: this blog is like almost all ladies but really I like writing men just because... something about a pathetic man y'know?

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I really like the idea of fluff but idk how to write it. I struggle BAD. the only fluff I can manage is like, slice-of-life almost boring stuff? unfortunately that's kind of my bread and butter too. like angst is good too but man. something about just a boring ass thread.

and I can't do smut I get scared.

PLOTS OR MEMES: mmmm I prefer to plot first HOWEVER!!! I think memes are really an easy way to #connect so.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long!!! long baby! it's fine if you write short replies, doesn't really matter or anything, but I just feel guilty writing long replies to someone's short response. it feels like i'm giving them more work & yet I can't shut up.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: used to be nighttime. one day again will be nighttime. as of right now I have an infant so whenever he naps.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): well. I mean yeah? I think that's what kinda draws me to them; at least an ability to empathize with them? but they're all very different outside of just being bitches so idk! i guess i'm closest to armand (who isn't even on this blog but whatever). not only in a traumatized/attachment issues way but like. i think i too can be a bit eerie and standoffish IRL. & also as a child i kept a backpack full of bugs and some of them i zippered in half & still kept them & genuinely loved them. & that seems like something he would do as well.

TAGGED BY: @ofbizarre TAGGING: @pluhribus @amatorial idk i haven't gotten a whole lot going on this blog yet.

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it’s really fucked up that the cha.rli x.c.x album has to be associated with this fucked up movie

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catherine and her dogs.

wuthering heights is littered with dogs, many of whom are untamed and wild, a percentage of which are friendly. catherine's dogs rest firmly between the two: wild, overexcited, but ultimately harmless. the first dog is a blue & cream otterhound: a puppy gifted to cathy when she was still very young. she named it BOUNCE. otterhound's are notoriously boisterous, and bounce especially so. he was not allowed in the house (far too wild), so she spent much of her time outside grooming him. visitors, and even some family members, find bounce fearsome. his large size, loud bark, and proclivity to be airborne mean he's difficult to predict. he always wags his tail at catherine.

she has claimed two other dogs. hardly could say they are hers in truth, though. stray foxhounds, one tri-color, one lemon & white. it's assumed they were once hunting dogs, albeit poorly trained, that ran away while on a hunt. they move in a pair. catherine stumbled upon them taking turns terrorizing a rabbit when she was 12, and named them JOHN & MATTHEW. after the gospels, all to joseph's disapproval. they are less friendly than bounce, sometimes even snapping at catherine. still, she says 'my dogs'.

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rest and be thankful.

dialogue prompts from rest and be thankful by emma glass.

there is nothing here. there is nothing on the other side.

you'll sleep well tonight.

what happens if you die in a dream?

are you okay?

there's no time for coffee, so i didn't make it.

i can't go to work today.

why did you stop?

i'm sorry i'm late.

it's okay. i'll let you off the hook, just this once.

you look tired.

you mean i look like crap?

i need water. i need coffee.

you always look innocent, with your big fucking eyes.

have you had a coffee? you look as rough as i feel.

it helps to know where the end is.

this will never be too much for me.

it's never too much. i can take more.

i don't know what to do with my hands.

your heart is too big. it will get in the way.

i need you to be _____.

your pain is worse than i knew.

my knees aren't what they used to be.

i need more than your hand on my shoulder.

you scared the shit out of me.

don't be like that. it was just a joke.

will you check this for me, please?

i'm not cleaning up any _____ today.

you look very pretty today.

here you go, my sweet.

sit with me.

do you want me to be there?

do you want a cup of tea? i'll bring it to you.

you smell like hard work.

if i wasn't prepared, _____ didn't stand a chance.

it was better and worse than i thought.

i'm not ready to be soothed yet.

i didn't see it before, but i see it now.

i know you're hurting.

you take it all on, but you can't. one day it'll catch up with you and crush you.

you are kind, but they don't appreciate it. they'll take advantage.

i am always here for you. you know that, don't you?

say something. tell me i've done wrong.

don't scrub so hard. your hands are fragile.

today is not the day to be close to me.

do i have to believe you?

people come in here to cry.

i can't do this anymore.

we never made this much of a home.

i don't know what i'm doing. i don't know where i'm going.

darkness suits you.

all i want to do is sleep.

my brain feels like tenderized beef steak.

no one should have to see their child die.

i'm sorry i laughed.

i don't know what to tell you. i'm a mess. my life is a mess.

i'm going to dance it away.

i know where this goes. i've been there before.

you are so warm.

i will not miss this.

i should be fucking floating.

i don't need half-love, half-life. half is not enough.

i can be whole with nothing. i came from nothing. i came from nowhere.

i thought you were being murdered.

what has happened? what is happening?

if i told you, you would laugh.

who gets attacked by a crow?

tiredness is playing tricks.

i've seen it, too. the ghost.

i don't like not being able to see outside.

living here might not be so bad.

don't unravel. not here.

i feel like i'll never sleep again.

do you feel as lonely as i do?

i'm actually pretty disgusting.

i'm seeing things. messed up things.

this is where i'm supposed to be.

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the first time ed feels his intellect is something to be ashamed of is when he is ten years old. his father must have forgotten the series of good marks ed has brought home, as his newly minted 100% on a spelling test MUST be cheating. yes, it must. no one else in the class got every word right. his father is relentless; their interaction culminates in blows thrown. two hits to edward's chest. they don't speak about it, but his father's abuse returns in waves.

by the time he is twelve, he has developed pretty severe OCD, exaggerated by the abuse. this, primarily, appears in the form of circle-speak. he cannot be accused of lying, or cheating, if interpretation is left to the audience (RIGHT??). his mother buys him a riddle-book. this quickly becomes his primary form of communication.

16. and he has better control over his riddles, though he finds the compulsion strongest when he feels his validity is being questioned, or he is the subject of ridicule. his lower social class, even by gotham's standards, means this happens often.

he graduates a year early, & attends gotham university. he studies bio-chem, and excels at it. gets awarded a big-time scholarship. by the time he has his diploma, commissioner gordon has already hired him on as a part-time evidence technician. his intellect is not in doubt here, but doesn't do him much good. the other technicians are brutes, & half of them tamper with evidence ( missing drugs, obscene gestures with women's clothing ). he gets into an argument with one, and swings first. maybe it's his wiry frame, or his genuine commitment to the force, but he's allowed to keep his job. for now, nygma.

he gets a master's in forensic biology online. luckily, the required in-person lab lines up with his brief suspension from GCPD. he's 26 when he is offered a full-time job as a forensic scientist. his own lab, and a team of scientists & detectives, all a good five-to-ten years his senior. the police jacket swallows him. even gordon seems to have grown tired of his antics, & he often has to find his own ride to the crime scene.

at 30, officers around the GCPD have a new man to mock: some guy with too much money & a bat-mask. ed tries to get in on the joke, but they still lift the yellow tape for this masked man, not nygma. it's the little things. soon, they start saying things like ' man, you gotta give it to him. the bat knows what he's doing '. he never heard anyone say that about nygma, who definitely knows what he's doing !

at 32, he sets his first trap for the bat. nothing crazy. a note, that reads "STOLEN GOODS : poor people have me, rich people need me, and if you eat me you will die. WHAT AM I?". nothing. he hasn't stolen a thing. harmless cat & mouse! maybe the bat will think it's funny; start holding the tape up for nygma.

instead, nygma is asked to sit in gordon's office. ' what is this I hear about you STEALING ? ' he's ten years old. didn't steal a thing ! didn't cheat ! on thin ice, nygma !

so, maybe he'll try again. something bigger. one day gotham is going to accept nygma is just as smart ( or smarter, he wouldn't mind ), as the BATMAN.

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this multi is the girls + ... riddler

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something i want to emphasize is that after meeting the linton's, catherine's change is only skin deep. it is entirely motivated by her desire for praise. she's coming from a distant & critical family, so when the linton's take a fascination in her (likely as a self-preservation, guilt response for so seriously wounding a young girl) she decides she will do anything to maintain that level of praise. but it is not sustainable for her, which is why she begins this sort of chase of heathcliff once she's good enough to walk again. she IS wild, & rude, & altogether critical of high-society, but she is also a teenaged girl desperate for attention. she ends up understanding how to position herself as someone worthy of being doted upon, but she has these moments (like when she crawls under the table & sobs) that it breaks. i've seen some interpretations of cathy as like a pet semetary type, where she comes back wrong & i think that is true but only as a ghost. as a girl she isn't changed, she's just peacocking.

similarly, i don't think she's as money-hungry as nelly makes her out to be. she has no reason to be, she already is upper-middle class & has never known elsewise. she is spoiled, & hopes to maintain that, but when she cries that marrying heathcliff would degrade her, i read that again with the context that she is terrified of losing this praise. she was content without it, until she received it. but she is never sure if that praise is worth losing heathcliff (until, again, she dies. & then she is certain it is not).