#Writing Instrument

[misforgotten2]

“John Hancock you dick! Now you’re going to make everybody else look bad.”

Parents Magazine - October 1925

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[rynli]

every binary man does this

part 1 part 2

[morganbritton132]

Just remember this idea I had for a fic where Steve’s dad worked in marketing and made jiggles for commercials so they had a full music studio in their house.

The local music store had a section where local artists can sell cassettes. It’s mostly poorly recorded country music from The Hideout’s open mic night, but Corroded Coffin is there too. Eddie practically stalks the shelf to see if anyone buys their music. No one ever does (except for Gareth’s mom).

Then one day, Eddie goes into the shop after work to see if any of CC’s stock is gone, and sees a new tape there. No artist name. No song titles. Just a slip of paper stuck into the case with a hand drawn rose on it.

Eddie buys it and even though it’s not his typical type of music, falls absolutely in love with the voice on the tape. He loves the music. The production quality. The way sadness seeps into every corner of side A and B.

He goes back to the record shop and asks who left the tape, but the employee has no idea. They think someone just stuck it there without permission and have no idea who they’re supposed to pay for the sale.

Two more tapes show up over the next month with a different drawn flower on it, each sadder than the last. The artist is clearly going through something. Eddie still has no idea who they are and is now stalking the shelf not just to see if his own music is selling (it’s not).

He’s in full investigation mode and it’s annoying all of his friends. He needs to know who this person is because he’s a little in love with them and also a little worried about them. It’s really sad music.

Meanwhile, Steve is just trying to process the end of his relationship with Nancy in the only way he can think of.

[soulrox]

No Fly Zone

DPxDC #29

Conner has taken to flying around high above the world, just drifting where the winds take him. He uses this time to just live in the moment and take in the natural beauty of the world.

As he's floating, he hears the distinct sound of music and screaming fans. He slowly pays more attention to the music, a strong female voice is belting out lyrics to a song that resonates with him.

Pinpointing the location the sound is coming from to a small town a few clicks west of where he is. He immediately moves to watch and listen in person. He has to know who is playing and if all their songs are as good as this current one.

The concert is taking place in a park with a completely open area to stand and listen. The concert is packed with teens and young adults. A typical concert, in Conner's opinion. He decides to fly further to the back of the crowd to watch. Conner doesn't really pay attention to the crowd and is focused on the band and the singer. Completely missing several eyebrow-raising things.

"Hey, flying guy! You can't watch from there please move to the designated area for flyers," A man with gravity-defying white hair and piercing green eyes flying near him says while gesturing to an area more to the left of the stage, where several people were flying and enjoying the concert. Most are glowing faintly, and some of them, concernedly, are semi-transparent. "Or you can keep on moving."

"Ah, sorry I was flying around, then heard this music and had to see who it is… So, umm, who is playing? I really love what I've heard so far." The two of them move away from the crowd.

"She's Ember McClain, the best musician from the Realms. As long as you're not here to start anything, you're good."

"Why are you the security here?" Conner purposely tilted his sunglasses, looking him up and down. Thinking to himself that this scrawny twink can't pack that much of a punch.

"Yes, I am. Even before that comment, I could tell you aren't from here if you don't recognize me." the cute twink laughs a little, "I'm Phantom! Manager of this whole thing and security. Making sure Ember sticks to the rules and making sure everyone else is too. This time no one tries to mind-control anyone."

Concerning comments shelved for later. "It seems I'm also unknown if I have to introduce myself. But for a cutie like you, I'll give you anything." Wink, "I'm Superboy, call me Kon. Can I ask more about you? Like, if you have a number I can have?"

Phantom blushes "Danny…..I don't just give my information or number out to some rando. That is lesson one of being a hero. As I'm sure you "Superboy" know this."

"Okay then, tell me more about this band, and you can tell me more about yourself at dinner after."

Conner reappears at the Young Justice base several hours after he normally would, with several bags full of Ember merch. Signed copies of the albums, posters, shirts, and even a water bottle. He gives a shirt to every YJ member. His phone is full of selfies and videos from the concert and after, as well as the number of a very cute boy, with a date set for Friday night.

[metalandmagi]

You will never convince me that these three things wouldn't be better as animated series.

[noproveninterests]

reminder to do art even if it sucks

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[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[petermorwood]

before computers, did public libraries have typewriters folks could come in and use?

Yes they did. Old...

...to new.

What's interesting to me is the suggestion that being able to type was a common enough skill - or capability, anyway, speaking as someone who's hunt-and-pecked through a bunch of novels, short stories and screenplays - that these machines were worth installing.

(Ray Bradbury wrote the first draft of "Fahrenheit 451" on a coin-operated typewriter.)

[partylikemajima]

Summer Sensation - Smoke x Annie oneshot (feat. a sly and annoyed Stack)

Smoke and his brother were next to their car on the side of the road, it was a dirt road leading up to the market place that ran along a lake. Stack leaned against the car looking down at the flat tire it had at the front along with Smoke examining it, when his brother suddenly stood straight and spoke.

"Sweet summers day" Stack whistled, not loud enough for others to look but loud enough to make Smoke glance around them from where he was perched on the ground beside the flat tire, resting on one knee. "She's gorgeous" Stack sounded breathless.

Smoke stood up to follow Stack's line of sight and laid eyes on a woman who was walking in their direction. She was carrying a basket with herbs sticking out of it, her flowing blue dress brushing against her legs from the breeze as she walked. Her eyes examining the herbs in her basket and a small smile graced her face. She appeared to be around their age, youthful smooth skin and dress hugging her curves before it flared out past her waist and down to her ankles. She was heading down to pass by them but even from this distance, Smoke was captivated by her. She was absolutely breath-taking. He almost felt his heart stop at the sight.

"I need her to see me" A wild grin plastered Stack's face and Smoke panicked.

"Nah just leave her-" Smoke grasped Stack's right shoulder to stop his movement towards the woman. "Don't disturb her". He didn't acknowledge exactly why he stopped him, it wasn't like he was going to move in on the woman immediately, he wasn't like his brother in that sense despite agreeing that the woman was indeed beautiful. But maybe he can talk to her some time. See her again and get to know her if she wants to.

"Why not?!" Stack looked back to him, brows scrunched together. "Bet she's a lot of fun with a body like that" He pulled out the tooth pick from his mouth and flicked it to the side, it landing in the lake to Smoke's right.

Frustration built up in his chest as Smoke felt it down into his bones that he didn't want Stack chasing after her. Something about her, her confident aura roped him in and he didn't want Stack to ruin it.

"Man let me go-" Stack shrugged his shoulder out of Smoke's hold and swerved his body when Smoke tried to grab him. Smoke stood in place, wasn't trying to startle her with both of them running up to her so he watched in silence as Stack slinked past a few people and cut off her path.

He said a few things Smoke couldn't hear and reached for her hand but she tilted her basket away, refusing it and walked around him. His brother paused for a second before turning around and catching up to her, saying more things Smoke wasn't in ear shot for.

They were getting closer back to where Smoke was standing in front of the car now, looking at them. Her eyes squinted from the sunlight on them and she held a hand above her eyes as a shield. Her eyes remained squinted as Stack tried talking to her again, one of her brows raising the more he talked.

"I don't know you, I don't care" Smoke finally heard her voice, smooth and rich as her skin and honey to his ears. She wasn't impressed by Stack's advances. The annoyance in his brother's voice grew and when they reached to where Smoke was, she glaced to him and her eyes relaxed, revealing warm and sharp brown eyes. Smoke, already smitten, dismissed her change in expression being due to her realising they were twins, not cause of himself.

Though her steps slowed the more she looked at Smoke, Stack carrying on speaking to her.

He didn't know what to do or say, dumbfounded.

Stack gave out a dramatic sigh, placing his hat back on and said goodbye, telling her she won't forget him. She didn't pay any mind and carried on walking, Smoke's short eye contact with her ending. When Stack walked back to him, he shook his head as he complained. "Woman doesn't know what she's missing"

"Did you get her name?" Smoke kept his eyes on her form, watching her walk by them.

"Shit, I'ma go get it now" Stack patted Smoke's shoulder and turned to run after her but Smoke held him back by grabbing his bicep.

"Just leave her-" Smoke tried but Stack wrestled against him like a snake.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Stack grabbed Smoke's hand and attempted to peel it off him but Smoke resisted.

"She didn't want to talk to yo-"

"I'm just getting her na-"

"Stack-"

"Stop-She's looking back!-" Stack caught her looking over her shoulder to them. Smoke caught it too and his grip loosened on his brother's arm and he wriggled out of it. In a fit of desperation, he didn't know whether it was jealousy or to save the woman from heart break, he reached out to grab the front of Stack's jacket but his brother swung his arm up to stop him.

The momentum hit Smoke with a strong force that knocked him back on his heels and he slipped down the grass behind him. The last thing he saw was Stack's wide eyes and leaping forward to him before the lake engulfed Smoke.

When he finally oriented himself and found his footing in the shallow part of the lake, he stood up into the air again and pushed his way back to the road to get out. Stack was laughing while barely holding a hand out to him to help but Smoke ignored it, muttering to himself. "Bitch I'm gonna murder you-"

"Are you okay?!"

Smoke was in the middle of lifting himself out the lake with a death stare on him pointed to Stack when the woman's voice sounded above him. He first looked to her feet and slowly raised his eyes up her until they met her gaze. She reached down and grabbed his bicep, tried helping him out as he propped a knee onto solid ground and hoisted himself out. Her touch distracting his thought process and eliminating the rage for his brother.

"It's ok" He mumbled, shaking his hands dripping of water and muck. His heart beating faster when he smelled something citrus from her. If he didn't look her directly in the eyes he might be able to think and not sound like an idiot.

"It wasn't my fault" Stack cleared his throat to stop laughing but chuckles still left him.

As soon as his brother spoke, he saw the woman glare towards Stack before turning back to him with a cloth in hand and dabbed his face. Her eyes full of worry and all Smoke could do was stare while she dried his face. Once she finished, she handed the cloth to him for his hands. "Sorry I can't do anything about your clothes" A cute smile returned to her face, eyes twinkling watching him.

Smoke felt the corner his mouth tug, a whisper of a smile on him. She was even more beautiful up close. He huffed out a puff of air while drying his hands and briefly glanced to Stack who had his brows raised at the interaction. "What's your name?"

"Annie" She held a hand out to take back the cloth but Smoke held onto it.

"Thank you Annie, I can wash it and give it back to you? Since it was used for me, least I could do" He waited for her reply, his heart rate quickening in anticipation.

Her brows raised slightly, brown eyes rounding in surprise.

"Now when I asked, you didn't tell me nothing!" Stack cut in with his complaint but Smoke shot him a look, which made Stack huff and turn away, flaring his suit jacket and placing his hands on his hips unsure what to do with himself.

Watching Annie again, she looked Smoke up and down once and her smile grew, eyes cat-like. "Sure, Elijah" She turned and started walking away from him to pick up her basket full of herbs she must of left on the ground. "You can find out from Mary where I live" She looked back and gave him another smile and his heart skipped a beat.

She knew his name. His actual name.

Stack spun around in his feet and pointed a hand to her, his voice in a higher pitch. "Why can't we just drop you off?!"

"Your flat tire says otherwise!" She shouted back without sparing a glance to his brother and her laugh that followed made Smoke's heart swell.

After a long time, something awakened deep in Smoke's soul.

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The original idea i had was Stack pushed him on purpose when he saw Annie but lets leave it up in the air 😂😂😂😂 also I was thinking about the ost from one of my fav shows 'My Dearest' called 'Afternoon Lady 1' and that's how this idea came to 👀💖

[ghostvibesonly]

THERE ARE OTHER WAYS DID NOT GO WHERE I WAS EXPECTING IT TO OH MY GOD /POS

PENELOPE’S THEME AND INSTRUMENT?? ODYSSEUS BEING QUITE LITERALLY BACKED INTO A CORNER AND HAVING SEEMINGLY NO OTHER WAY TO SAVE HIS MEN BUT STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO BRING HIMSELF TO GO THROUGH WITH THE ACT (EVEN THO IT WOULDN’T BE A TRUE ACT OF BETRAYAL BECAUSE THERE’S NO ACTUAL CONSENT ON HIS SIDE AND IT WAS SOMETHING HE WAS ABOUT TO BE COERCED INTO)??? CIRCE BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BEFORE AND BELIEVING THAT “BECOMING THE PUPPETEER” IS THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP HERSELF AND HER NYMPHS SAFE SO SHE OFFERS THIS “ACT OF PASSION” TO STILL HAVE A FORM OF CONTROL, AND THEN SEEING ODYSSEUS IS NOT LIKE THOSE BEFORE BECAUSE HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH PENELOPE (WHO HE HASN’T SEEN IN 12 YEARS) THAT HE REFUSES HER OFFER AND PLEADS BECAUSE IT’S NOT WORTH IT EVEN THO THATS THE ONLY OPTION HE’S BEEN GIVEN??? HIM CALLING HIMSELF A PUPPET MAKING HER REALIZE THAT THIS CYCLE OF ABUSE AND CONTROL ISN’T WORTH IT ONLY TO COME TO A MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE TRULY IN LOVE AND TO BE HURT, SO SHE OFFERS HIM AN ACT OF KINDNESS INSTEAD???

“Maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road”

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Robert Lightwood didn’t get to see either Max grow up

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"ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on"

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[helenofblackthorns]

Simon and Clary relationship development throughout tmi is so Aromantic to me. which probably doesn't actually make any sense outside of my head 😭