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ok but DID I come back wrong, or did you build up an idealized version of me in your head that was easy to love while I was dead? but now that I'm real and alive and complicated again, you resent me for not being as simple and compliant as a mere memory?
do you resent me for coming back "wrong," or for coming back at all?
when you wrote ✨the scene✨ and want to show it to someone but it has absolutely no sense without explaining 30 hours long lore
sorry this i sjust. too funny. the dark fandom
*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard
*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.
I want to make something ABUNDANTLY CLEAR:
Women in the United States of America have lost their freedom. The supposed “land of the free” is going to let women and girls, CHILDREN, die because a clump of cells begins to multiply. Make no mistake, abortion WILL still be happening, it will just happen with unsanitary coat hangers and falling down the stairs. I cannot express the FUCKING RAGE I feel right now. If you aren’t angry about Roe v. Wade being overturned:
UNFOLLOW ME NOW.
being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure
At first, the Mandela Effect changed minor things: Berenstain instead of Berenstein, Curious George having a tail, etc. But lately it’s been getting stronger. Like, since when was the Eiffel Tower in Germany? I could’ve sworn we had one moon, not two? And was the sky always pink?
"does it have to be queer"
yes, next question, unless the next question is "why", in which case I am pulling the lever
Write a ‘small but definite happiness’ list for each of your main characters
-what simple, everyday things make them happy?
-try to get as specific as possible (ex. ‘drinking a mug of strong green tea first thing in the morning’ instead of just ‘tea’)
-[then write a list for yourself because it’s important to remember the little things that bring you joy]
No one can figure out what your superpower is. You don’t sleep. You never blink. Sometimes you teleport. It’s creepy. It’s also rather simple: Time stops when you’re not looking.
You lay on your side, a pulsing, inevitable pain above your belly button. Somewhere, beyond you, a siren wails. You’re not a hero. Not gifted in the way the special ones are. In your open palm, a struggling moth flops and flutters. It flickers, its incandescent glow fading.
You’re not a hero. You shouldn’t have stepped in. They had guns.
The pain is a crescendo. You close your eyes.
When you open them, you’re in bed. She’s there.
A memory, then. Maybe death is just living an eternity in a single moment. If so, you’d give anything for it to be this one.
You’re both on top of the covers, summer saturated breeze kissing bare skin. Cheekbones pressed against pillows, noses and hips aligned.
Midnight hair streams, liquid black, over the pillow between you. Her face is composed of thoughtful angles, made to be painted, sculpted, remembered. Her eyes are dark, like her hair, and they watch, as if waiting for you to disappear. It’s ridiculous, given that she’s the one prone to vanishing. Slipping so easily between your fingers. You cling to her now.
If the night is velvet dark, her voice is satin. You watch her lips. She breathes, teeth worrying her bottom lip, and tells you her secret:
When she stops looking, the world stops too.
At first, you laugh. An ugly sound – one you regret the moment it rises from your throat. You can’t help it. The idea is so…absurd. A solipsistic joke. People are born with gifts, true. But much like the glowing moths that sprout from your hands, most gifts are little things. Party tricks. A nightlight to stave off the dark. You’d always known her gift was special. Teleportation, maybe. Speed, perhaps. But this?
Her fingers press against yours. Her palm against your palm. Between them, fluttering wings. Luminous light.
The siren intrudes. But she’s still here. Those midnight eyes are still on you. Her nose brushes your nose. Her cheeks are wet, you realize. Teardrops roll from her face to yours. And hands you know better than your own are grasping your shoulders, pressing you up, cradling you against a warm chest.
“No. No, no, no. Please.”
“You came.” It’s all you can say. It’s all that matters.
Her voice is thin, the bleak space between stars. “I squeezed my eyes closed as soon as I got the call. Navigated the city by touch. Crawled blind until I found you.”
“You must be exhausted, love,” you say, and god you’re tired.
“I’m okay. I am. Just hold on. I’ll - I’ll carry you out of here. I’ll close my eyes and I’ll-”
Her hand is bloody when you grasp it, and you don’t know if it’s your blood or hers. You squeeze, and leave a tiny glowing moth on the pad of her palm. Your chest is tight, and your tongue tastes iron.
“No,” you sigh. “This is good. This is enough.”
Something like a sob crawls from her throat. Then, arms wrap around you, and she squeezes and stills, like a statue settling into place. Near to your ear, she whispers, “Do you believe there exists beings in our universe with gifts greater than our own?”
“Aliens?” you manage in a mumble.
You feel her shrug. “Aliens. Gods.” Lips press against the side of your forehead. “How long do you suppose I’d have to wait for a being with healing touch to stumble upon our frozen world?”
You’re drifting.
Years? Centuries? Forever? You don’t think you’ve spoken aloud, but her chin bumps against the crown of your head, and she pulls you with her as she leans back, settling against a wall.
“Then sleep, my love.”
Nearby, moth wings stop mid-flutter and go perfectly still.
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Hey this is an important post!!!
Alright everyone I've made a gogle doc! This is a list of words and descriptive phrases to describe dark skinned poc readers/characters. This list is to help people respectfully write poc better!
This list is incomplete as I just made it, I'll add to it regularly
But you can also add to this list!
Too add too the list you can either send an ask with the word/phrase and I'll add it, it you can add it yourself by fallowing the link!
Now some rules
ABSOLUTELY NO USEING FOOD DESCRIPTORS OR ANIMAL DESCRIPTORS
If your confused on this then I'll explain, but essentially I've seen a lot of poc tired of being described with food/animals. So treat it with the same creativity you'd treat pale skin with
Be respectful of the purpose of this list
Be racist get blocked, 😃 I'm not gonna put up with bs today
Make sure the word isn't something that has a bad double meaning
More rules will be added as I go along
Poc are always welcome and I'd love if you'd add to this list
Google doc ;
Words Swarthy Bronze (d) Jewel toned Coppery Sorrel Ebony Sun-kissed Inky Onyx Amber Ocher Tawny Phrases "Skin as rich as the history
Can I add this link to a blog and their post that has extensive lists to use for describing skin and hair tones. There are poc descriptions (dos and don’ts), but also some material for describing unnatural skin tones. It’s a bit past the point, but there’s a lot of good material imo
Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME
Wish that bitch would update though.
What is your character’s favorite genre of:
music (rock, pop, country, metal, R&B, etc)
movie (action, romantic comedy, horror, musical, thriller, etc)
food (Indian, Mexican, Chinese, Italian, Thai, etc)
book (non-fiction, science-fiction, biography, mystery, poetry, etc)
tv show (drama, comedy, reality, educational, cartoon, etc)
podcast (news, sports, politics, pop-culture, true crime, etc)
