#Will there also be singing?

[akindplace]

goodreads

[kedreeva]

For WIP Wednesday I request "Singing CH10"

Sneaking 1 in for Singing, you should also prod @fiore-della-valle about this one

WIP Wednesday Game | Make me write!

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He lifts the receiver off the cradle, and holds it to his ear. For a split second, he’s sure it’s dead, the way the faucet is, or the lights, or the toilet, or the heat. They’re in a trailer that’s not connected to anything, that isn’t real, that doesn’t exist, and it’s certainly not connected to any utilities.

But then the phone beeps.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[girlsharpenedtoapoint]

about the dark times....

the air smells like ozone; an old plump man smokes outside his trim-fenced lawn, and a jaunty radio-fizzled tune plays from somewhere unreachable. it’s been sunny for weeks; the soil of my limbic system was dry and compact. the temperature has only dropped ten degrees, but my once-functioning brain has muddied from the rain. somehow, this single incident hits harder than when my mind was a constant soup of worms and sticks. there is a strange muted light in only ever having bad days; when you’re caught in a thunderstorm, do you even notice more rain?

i slept far too long last night (and dreamed of singing sweets) and somehow not at all. i spent the whole of the night trying not to think, which did not work; i have spent today trying to think, and that’s not working either! frankly, i feel conspired against. the man’s smoke curls in the air, mingling with the scent of rain, creating a very specific sort of cocktail. his presence is a bit of a contrast to my internal tempest—i am often struck with the wide astonishment that we exist inside ourselves. that he can smoke there, slow in his stolen moment, and i can think here mired in murk and malaise. and neither of us ooze or overlap into one another. we are only stardust shoved into skinsuits, we are the universe experiencing itself, and our shared origins make it impossible to not share at least one glance. it is a miracle that, that is our only correspondence.

the tune from the distant radio—a cheerful melody in defiance of my mood—sounds less like a cruel joke, and more like an offer. its notes reach me as if from a different universe, a place where things make sense and light penetrates through the clouds. i wonder if this feeling will ever lift or if it will continue to pull me under, deeper and deeper, until i am nothing but a faint echo of who i once was. for now, all i can do is sit here, drenched and exhausted, waiting for the rain to pass or for the strength to rise again, to fight through the mire and find some semblance of the world that seems so effortlessly just beyond reach.

it’s not the storm that hurts me really, i have always been fond of rain, but the sudden and brutal reminder of how easily i can be pulled under. despite any previous semblance of clarity. though this rain is a bit more mocking than usual... practically spitting onto my window.

yet, though i crave for release from this pit, there is something to be said for 'the lure of the deep.' it’s easy to cloak yourself in your failure and let the sadness and suffering become all you are. it’s tempting to wear your flaws like a label because that way, you aren’t surprised when they come together to put on a show. it’s certainly easier than trying to overcome them, because if you want to learn to swim, you first have to accept that you cannot.

i could shut myself in my room, refuse to see or talk with anyone who is not necessary. i could let the world go on with its business somewhere far away from me and wait as the feeling of sunlight on my skin fossilizes into memory. when everybody knows you’re angry and bitter and that you have no interest in making things better for yourself, they leave you to it—and if you never try, there’s no way you can disappoint. ah but, these are just musings, i'm learning to have 'bad days' without letting them seep into 'bad weeks' and 'bad months' and—well you get the point. though my spotify shuffle doth seem intent on maintaining mine melancholy, i adore thee radiohead but a curse upon thee, domini corporati!

lucidity is, of course, always shy in its return. i feel like i am drowning, but not with the sense of urgency one typically associates with such a thing. more a thick descent in some swamp, less an overwhelming ocean. it’s a resigned sort of oxygen loss. there is no tip off a cliff, or great summation. but rather the stickiness of sloth grinds itself into my gears limb by limb, so that when i do notice it's like i have always sort of known. 'when did the music stop?' i can feel the pressure of that dark, dank water on top of me, pressing me down and slowing every movement and thought i have. my mind is filled with a heavy fog, and time moves slowly, like blood oozing from an old, putrefying wound. i feel myself hazing out of life, devolving into a sick, sad creature best pushed to the background and forgotten about. i behest my brain to not give into such whims!

anyway, today my grandmother relocated a spider in her car instead of killing it. and today my little brother started my favourite childhood book series. and today i will resolve to follow these things back toward the blindingly sunny days. because that is what sigma (fe)males do!

[outlanderalien]

Arcane really was just like, the love was there and it changed everything.

[cup1d-ch4rm]

Five minutes before god games:

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[zillychu]

get MOLTED, idiot

[lazylittledragon]

y'know every time i feel guilty about bothering someone by singing along when i'm listening to music, i just remember that i have to tolerate my dirtbag brother screaming at his ps5 for hours every day so listening to muffled off-key fall out boy is probably preferable

[ash-and-starlight]

humble contribution

[mewmewdoppio]

I think that Ford tried weed ONCE and never again bc he greened out so hard he started crying and then sung here comes the sun to himself in the bathtub (based off of personal experience)

[kedreeva]

Singing CH10!

For WIP Wednesday Game

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Even as he thinks it, he glances at the phone, sitting uselessly on the wall. It can't. It can't be that easy.

[eats-a-berry]

i wasn't sure exactly what i thought adult gideon should be doing, but i DO quite like the triple combination of cowboy-biker, drag queen, and used car salesman at the same time. she's always a busy person!

[captivatedbyurhubris]

the fact that at "never once has he cheated on his wife" literally everyone turned to Zeus' actor & his reaction to it is sending me

[notherpuppet]

Huskerdust 💗💗💗💗