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[reverie-tales]

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A drabble a day keeps the writing blues away.

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A Feysand drabble based on this prompt over here by creativepromptsforwriting on tumblr.

"This is the last time I'm saving you. Next time, you're on your own," Feyre croaked, dropping the bloodstained sword.

Dust drifted upwards as it hit the ground, concealing her face and the pained expression of how much she wished she didn't mean it from Rhysand.

And yet she had to, for this moment—their entire existence—was the same story rehashed and retold.

In every life and in every version, they were two souls careening towards each other no matter the vastness of space between them, only to crash in desperate oblivion.

Like a drop of color on the blank canvas of her life, memory stained and spread.

She remembered, and she was broken. They're broken.

They could never get it right.

She had to break the cycle somehow.

The dust settled. Piercing violet eyes amidst the sluggish grey of the cavern met her own. "Don't start lying to me now, Feyre," he pleaded.

Approaching screeching screams jolted them both to be on guard, stopping the uncomfortable truths from being spoken.

She hastily glanced down to the freely bleeding, beheaded corpse of the Attor still at Rhysand's boot. "More of that witch's minions are coming."

Rhysand kicked the corpse towards its fanged head.

In a low growl he spoke, "So let them. We'll fight them together," challenging her conviction to not save him the next time.

In a huff, she picked up her sword once more, clutching the hilt hard enough to bruise her palm. "Die together yet again."

"Not this time," Rhysand proclaimed, gathering the last dregs of his magic.

Feyre fought with him side by side, knowing it was futile.

When she was struggling, down to the last of her strength, she wanted to believe him—in them, in the possibility of it all.

A faerie and human in love and happy. So very happy.

Cold fate, staring at the blood and gore, had other plans. As Feyre flashed one last sad smile to Rhysand, it struck.

Death and rebirth.

The cycle began again.

She'll save them next time.

Dividers are by saradika-graphics

[rockingrobin69]

☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~Trick or Treat!~⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~☽

Oh! Hello! You get a treat!

Nighttime Chatter

Harry came to bed all giggly, cold feet tucking under Draco’s thigh (“fuck!”), murmuring nonsense into the back of his neck: “It was so lovely, wasn’t it, tonight was so—”

Draco couldn’t help smiling into his pillow. “Yes, you knob, it was a good night. Now get your icicles off my legs or I will,” stopped for an indignant gasp as Harry went on to tickle him in an utterly uncalled for offense. “Hey!”

“Hello,” Harry said, warm behind his ear. Kissing it tenderly: “Darling, you were so beautiful.”

“Why, thank you. You were easier on the eyes than usual.” He was gorgeous as always, with his impossibly-wide grin growing only wider, only wilder, with the look on his face, soppy-sweet and unbearable.

“Always so gushy, aren’t you.”

“Shut up,” Draco said, and pushed himself closer into Harry’s chest. “It’s terribly cold.”

“Oh no. Whatever shall I do about that?”

The corners of his lips twitched, starting to ache. “Warm me up, you twat.”  

“Hmm. Now there’s a good idea.”

They were all tucked under the duvet and Harry was still pressing little kisses to the nape of his neck, or mouthing something silly and secret into his hair. “Stop it,” Draco laughed, ticklish and not nearly irritated, “I’m trying to sleep, gigantic goon!”

“Sorry,” Harry said, entirely unrepentant. “I’ll stop.” Not stopping.

“You’re lucky I—” Draco swallowed the words he hadn’t said out loud yet, that thrummed inside him, bright and crushing like a starburst, like a punch to the belly. “You’re lucky,” recovered, badly. Harry had finally stopped, and by the sound of it, stopped breathing too.

After a moment or thirty: “I am. Lucky. I’m so lucky, darling.”

Draco buried his face in the pillow. “Gods,” couldn’t stifle the grin, “just—good night, Harry.”

“Good night.”

Even the silence between them was heated, suffused with this—unbearable affection. Draco let himself unstiffen in Harry’s arms, and promised in his heart: tomorrow. He’ll tell him tomorrow. Behind him, Harry was warm and safe and, predictably, snoring.

Tomorrow.

[florencetheflowerfairy]

I'm just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley

150 drabbles challenge

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#58: "I'm just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley."

“Gabumon, look!”

Gabumon looked at where his partner was pointing. There was a brilliant blue motorcycle in the street. Yamato had a giant smile on his face, the kind that he reserved for when they were alone.

“I bought it this morning! Isn’t it beautiful?” Yamato continued.

“Yamato, did you spend all your money on this?”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Yamato insisted.

Gabumon huffed. “You worked so hard for your money, but you bought this useless…”

“Gabumon!”

“Why did you buy a motorcycle? You can always ride on Garurumon!”

Yamato stopped smiling. “Gabumon, did I hurt your feelings? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. You’re my best friend.” He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “Look, you can ride on the motorcycle with me!”

With that, Gabumon laughed, and Yamato smiled in relief.

“Fine, fine, it’s beautiful,” Gabumon said. “But isn’t that thing expensive?

“Yes, of course. But it was worth it. I’m a simple man. I only need three things in this life to be happy. Besides you.”

“What three things?”

“One: I need a Harley.” Yamato hugged his new toy.

“That’s great! You already have one of the three things!”

“Two: I want a child.”

“Yamato! You’re only seventeen!”

“I know, I know. But I know I want one in the future…Actually, I should have two children. I don’t want one to be lonely.”

“Then you actually need four things to be happy, besides me.”

“Yes! A Harley, two children, and a spouse.”

“A spouse?”

“Yeah. Um, a companion. A lover. A friend forever.”

“I know what a spouse is, Yamato. A Sora, right?”

“Um…well…” Yamato blushed. “I know that I’m being ridiculous. I’m only seventeen.”

Gabumon hugged the boy. “You’re not ridiculous at all. You simply know what you want. I want the same things for us.”

“Thanks, Gabu.” Yamato petted his head.

“…Well, you are a little ridiculous for buying this motorcycle.”

“We’re going to ride. Don’t argue.” Yamato put a helmet on the digimon’s head, and the two friends drove off onto the streets.

[co301d-blog]

Tools, Tips, Methods

I need to compile a list of tools, tips, and methods, that will help me in forming my advocacy action plan.

Story telling:

The way to shape the public narrative, which is the means by which an issue comes to be understood in a community, a narrative that draws upon the story elements we know so well: plot, characters, setting and morals.

More than just one teacher, but a lot of them together

Story of Self: 

We begin with our personal stories and identify the values that inform our understanding.

Story of Us:

Talk with like-minded people and identify the values we hold in common. Doing this places our individual stories into a larger context and allows for others to become a part of them.

Story of now:

Where our stories lead us in order to make change this makes us ask the question of what to do with the collective knowledge. Collective efforts of a community can make a lot of change, and they take some pressure off of one individual.

Identifying and Framing:

We begin to narrow our focus from a general concern to a specific issue and figure out what public misunderstandings allow for this concern to persist. We need to have one issue in mind and then we frame it. The way things are framed has everything to do with how we derive “solutions” to these problems.

Taking action:

Move from “I wish I could” to a specific path to create change and to do this, we create an action plan.

Make sure you are asking yourself these questions:

What should we think about as we create action plans?

What is my framed issue?

Who am I trying to reach with that message?  (decision makers? those who might influence decision makers?)  What action do I want them to take as a result of my work?

What results am I seeking?  What are the short term, intermediate, and long term results that might occur along the way.

What tactics will help me achieve those results?

(Sources: https://everydayadvocacy.org/core-idea-1-storytelling-as-advocacy-2/; https://everydayadvocacy.org/core-idea-2-identifying-and-framing-an-issue-3/; https://everydayadvocacy.org/core-idea-3-taking-action/)