#somewhat long

[angelcorebabyowo]

I wanted to work on non- dialogue works so I did this at like 2 am

Lup smiles as she lays on Barry's bedroom floor, the ceiling was covered in glow in the dark stars and the room was painted a deep blue giving the illusion that it was darker than it was. She remembers making fun of them just a few months ago but here she was, falling in love with the glowing specks. The room is nearly silent except for the soft rain hitting the window and the random song that was playing on the dollar store radio, propped up on books that cuts out every few seconds plunging the room in static, and then came back to music right after.

Barry was laying next to her, so close that their face's almost touched but it wasn't like either of them even had the strength to do so, to move, or to even breathe properly. The silence wasn't awkward, it hadn't been awkward between the two for who knows how long, it was comforting and suffocating in a good way. In a way that reminded you that someone else was in the room, the kind that made you feel safe and protected.

Now and then one of them would break the silence for just a second to say something about the current song or comment on how the rain seemed to be letting up a little bit before the room got plunged back into a song-filled silence. Eventually, though the Radio stopped working completely and plunged the room into a soft static, neither of them even noticed, too lost in their own heads to tune back into reality.

It's raining harder now, so hard that the sky outside is pitch black despite it only being 2 pm. Lup makes a soft comment about how she should head home but doesn't even make an attempt to get up, knowing that it would be a stupid idea and that Taako would have her head if she came home soaked. So instead, she moves in closer to barry to the point that the small gap they used to have is gone. She looks over at him and playfully flicks his nose before going back to looking up at the fake sky with interest. 

Barry smiles so hard it looks like it physically hurts him to do while he looks over and her and rolls his eyes. He tries to talk about it, tries to give random star facts but Lup softly shushes him and they both go back to listening to the rain and the static. The smile never drops from his face but it does calm down a little bit to just being a somewhat soft and fond one that he covered with his arm.

[blackfeathereddeath]

Absolution

Forgetting was the consequence he sought, but the ode of emotions that came before caused the strengthening of his character.

That was the lie he told himself every night.

Nights that were spent awake, roaming the sleeping streets of the city, searching for whatever he had found but lost before.

When he was finally found, almost dead in the docks of the city, the Father took him by the hand and forced him to cry his sins out before the statue of Jesus Christ, their Lord.

The Lord’s salvation would not be able to erase his past. No, not even the mighty hand of God would be able to raise him from the grave he had dug for himself and the woman he once loved.

It wasn’t the case anymore, but old habits die hard.

The drink called for him every night. The solution, simple, clear and crystalline, was more than simple alcohol. T’was the Devil, claimed the Father. T’was the problem, claimed the Mother. It was death, believed the wife.

Every night he still escaped, but now with the care of not drowning in the pier. Sometimes he’d take the boat out to sea, distancing himself, but never enough to lose the city lights.

Until the torrential rains and the undertow dragged him to where he’d lose the city’s light.

First, there was fear. Then, shame. He felt he’d not die, but he’d be seen either at sea, adrift, or returning from the pier as the sun rose. He knew he’d take too long to return.

He knew not he would not return.

If the Hand O’ God was too weak to save him, and the Devil’s Hand too busy to take him, then the ocean would bring him an answer.

The Sailor’s moon tears a hole in the storm, and the stars behind shone not with radiance, but with radioactive nausea. The pitch and yaw of the ship catapults the man from bow to stern, from port to starboard, and the lone and solitary mast shatters under the force of the wind on the sail.

The moon and the tempest vanish beneath a wave of colossal proportions, a mountain of salt and water that approaches.

But never breaks.

The face that emerges from within the ocean is as big as the unseen city left behind. The eyes, sunken abysses where lost souls would fall for evermore. The skin, green, scaly, fetid.

The presence of that before the alcoholic paranoia silences the world. The moon, now again in the sky but in the wrong place, and smaller, watches as a mother who mourns her son’s death. The land, now unfathomably distant, had abandoned him like a violent father.

The man looks up. He becomes aware, then and now, of the amount of lies the priest had spoken.

God couldn’t save him. Not before, not now.

The creature opens its mouth, wings unfurling like volcanic explosions, and as it rises, the sea level drops a few meters.

– What do you want with me? –The man thinks.

He does not speak. Fear forbids it.

But the creature understands him anyway. His gaze twists like with curiosity. Maybe the question has not reached it, maybe the answer is obvious.

But it replies anyway. The voice sounds not like a voice, but like a comet ripping through the atmosphere and colliding with the Earth.

– Life sustains itself through life.

When the creature punctuates its sentence, the sound it makes as it stretches an arm the size of the world and a hand the size of the moon amplifies the nausea. The man holds, with some magical bravery, the alcohol inside him, and thinks:

– But… Why us? We are so small. You eat stars.

The sound of rushing water first dazes him, then brings him hope. Could it be God, sending forth a strong current that would drag his boat away, far away from that creature that, in size alone, already bested the Devil to his title of Enemy?

The man looks overboard, and understands again, this time finally. The sound was not of rescue, but from the waterfall that ran from the lunar hand that lifted the boat, like a drowned ant, from the surface of the ocean and towards the creature’s eyes.

– You are all made of stars.

[fanficslutforsmut]

Criminal Minds?

Soooooooooo I’ve been watching Criminal minds over for like the trillionth time and I can’t seem to be finding all the Aaron Hotchner and of course my baby Spencer Reid smut and fluff and shit so I’ve decided to write some of my own.

Leave request or whatever

All the love, K

[gentle-traditionalism]

I think a lot of us just don’t know how to tell stories (without reading a book aloud) like past generations did. Many of us didn’t grow up being told fairytales by parents or grandparents, etc, either. It doesn’t help that kids have an increasingly shorter attention span; and the same can be seen with us, a short attention span, with the advancement of tech/social media and all. As a result, its difficult to memorize and retain information, which is likely also why oral storytelling is dying.

Absolutely! It's difficult to become used to telling oral stories to children when you didn't grow up with them! For the most part I had books read aloud to me as a child, but there was something so much more magical when they were told without a book. It was often more interactive and enthusiastic, and I remembered stories better that way. I strongly recommend parents and childcare workers do their best to become confident with oral storytelling. If coming up with your own elaborate way of storytelling isn't one of your strengths, try memorizing a short story from a book to begin with. If you can't memorize it, just getting the basic points down is better than nothing. It doesn't have to be perfect! Just the basic act of interacting face-to-face with a child and being enthusiastic is enough. I find that, at least to me, it made me feel more special to have a uniquely told story passed on to me, and that it made the story seemed so much more important. I felt like I was part of something, even as a child. And I absolutely agree that children have much shorter attention spans these days. As I've mentioned before, I have ADHD, and my mother often comments about how the average child nowadays has a much shorter attention span than even I did at the same age! And yes, I truly do think that a large part of this is influenced by the amount of technology children consume at a very young age today. (Babies having iPads, toddlers spending all their time watching Netflix, children having unrestricted internet access, etc.) That's why it's important to come up with more ways to engage today's children. You don't have to sit still when you tell these stories; you can make it like an interactive game. Props or puppets work well for younger children, and slightly older children can be assigned a 'part' to play while you narrate. Trust me, children love this! And if you absolutely cannot do this yourself, see if you can find people/groups that can! Or even try taking your children to plays! While they're not the exact same, they're very similar. There's so many different possibilities! Reading stories from books is very important; I must stress that. There is nothing wrong with that being your primary form of storytelling. But it would be an absolute tragedy for oral storytelling to die out, and I think we should all do our best to prevent that from happening.

[ask-nautilus-titanofthedeep]

//So, my mind hates me sometimes and I just run threw these... not rants but just long strings of thoughts on certain subjects that sometimes can make me anxious to a point I feel sick. But sometimes some thoughts can be pulled out that I feel okay about enough to want to talk about. 

So not 100% sure how I got onto this thought but... you know how people reblog those things where it shows a writer makes a muse or has a favorite char... and then basically goes “I want to break them and see them suffer.” Yah... I have never understood that, now if you are like that I am not saying your weird or wrong for thinking that or anything just... I don’t get it. I have never once felt that way, if anything I feel the opposite and want more fluff and stuff and for my muse to be happy because I feel they have enough sadness innate to them. But I see people almost... addicted? obsessed? with angst and making stuff that I don’t know... I get turned off because its everywhere. Fluff seems to be more rare (and I fallow and hold everyone who does it as close as I can as a fan) and angst/toxic stuff, stuff that can make you ether worried about a muse or down right just horrified about what is happening to them is prevalent it seems.

Which leads into another thought about myself... I am starting to wonder just what is the line between angst... and Toxic? because I see many toxic situations (ether in a ship or just in general) and everyone is just like “oooh yes that angst” and I am sitting here like “OMG if this was real I would be calling the cops and getting someone a therapist because omg wtf?” and I just think something is lost to me. Now this is on me, I don’t understand, its my failing and I want to understand but I am scared asking questions about ships or situations like that to the mun/s would be taken as... hating on what happens. Which is not my intent at all but to try and understand, but that fear causes me to play scenarios in my head and then my anxiety increases and I feel sick and here we are.

I don’t know if people would like to comment on this or talk about this or anything... just kind of... its been on my mind sense 5 am and now its 3 pm so... had to get it off my chest somehow.

[sweetomegas-archived]

I’m part of a group chat (the Sheminist squad aaaayyyy) and while I was sleeping, they talked about some things. The Toby Turner and Depp cases mostly, but also a bit about Chris Brown and Ke$ha and I reread it and thought I’d share this (yeah I copy and pasted most of it and changed some parts):

Okay so ever since the Toby Turner thing I’ve been thinking about this, lemme share my thoughts about the Depp and Toby Turner thing (and Chris Brown and Kesha), all this is my personal opinion:

I personally side with the victim (the woman) because, let’s be real, women are really hated on the media. Like, you see a bunch of hate in general, you’ll see hate about men, but a lot more about women (at least from what I see) and really, if all of the cases turned out to be false, there would be even more hate. These women are already bashed and told they’re lying and get hate, can you imagine if it came out that they were lying? They wouldn’t be able to show their faces without somebody saying something, they couldn’t make a sign on social media or people would go down, anything they did would be bashed and there would be hate comments EVERYWHERE. The media would cover it, also bashing the person and really, they wouldn’t be able to have careers because they’d be recognized as the person who lied about abuse (a serious thing) to get attention. Their lives would be ruined. Everyone, not just men and the media, the women too, would hate on them and they’d only get negative attention. The consequences about lying about something so serious would be gigantic. And I’m pretty sure all these people knew it. They wouldn’t speak out about their experiences if they knew that there was even a slight chance that it would be unmasked as a lie, the Internet would dissect them. So that’s why I side with them. Also, there was proof about the Amber Heard thing, pictures and everything.

Sorry about the long post! And also sorry if some of it doesn’t make sense!

[agents-of-uzz]

Eeeehhh I'm okay I'm tired though and collage but p good. So how are you and PP doing~!?

“We’re doing wonderful!~” he grinned, lifting the clock up to reveal a small photo album. “So many adventures, so many dates...” He opened it up, showing him various photos that they’ve taken. “It’s been a wild ride, really.. heh.” He held the book close to his chest. “I was thinking about asking him something, but it seems too soon...” He blushed. “I’d tell you but for all I know he’s hiding in his chair again.”

An arm poked out of the chair. “Alo!” he waved, his head poking out of the cushions. “Vhat’s up?”

“Ah, nothing. Just speaking with... er...” He tilted his head, trying to remember the name. “Ah, yes! I was speaking with Slappy here...” he gestured to the wooden cat on his head. “Showing him some of our memories.”

“And zhe question?”

“Nothing of your concern, dear~” he smiled sweetly. “You’ll learn in time.”

“Jes.” Professor Professor replied with a grin. “Also, learn to hide your secrets better.” he grinned, throwing a little box. It hit Fish on the temple, and he caught it.

“How’d you-?!” He shot Professor Professor a look. “How’d you find it?!”

“It vas in zhe clock.”

“You couldn’t wait??”

“Vanted to surprise you vith your own game.” He lept up, kissing Fish on the arm. “Any idea vhen?”

“Soon, goober. We’ve still gotta make it public. Besides...” He looked up at the wooden cat. “Wonder if we should get this guy a belt. He comes around often enough.”

[dragonofstarfall]

Alright I’m back for a bit and I’m going to post a thing for my friend who said that my fantrolls don’t have diverse body types. I’ll take some examples to prove that he is wrong. 1)Thalia,Thalia is short and chubby and I’m using the word “chubby” because “fat” seemes kinda like an insult. 2)Demena,extemely skinny and underweigh,also a shorty 3.)Nitara,now Nitara is a shorty as well but this girl has some muscles too and she has an average weigh but she is indeed really strong 4.)Nagari,average height and weigh,thin arms and sorta thick legs and a little bit of chub from all sweets she eats oh and also big breasts (not stated on her page though) 5.)Linora,tall and skinny with long legs 6.)Vivien (her page is still wip),tall,curvy,somewhat muscular

Now for the males 1.)Fahkir,a chubby little cutie even shorter than Thalia 2.)Nodryl,short and fit but not really muscular (also cute freckles ) 3.)Lianel,now this kid might be the shortest of them all but he has some muscles but he’s still do young to have too many 4.)Noumir (when he was alive),somewhat average height,skinny but kinda strong 5..)Maskar,tall,fit and elegant as expected from a seadweller 6.)Edyeon,now look at this guy,his page clearly states that he is tall,slim and muscular what else do you need? Oh and also 7.)Aerion,not really the strongest-looking guy,tall skinny with average weigh (however not useless)