#ooc → the writer speaks

[unluckyborn]

OKAY SO! I am about 80% done with about pages for Prudence and Jude and getting ready to start JJs. The plan was to get them done and up this weekend but I also just moved and unpacking is kicking my ass. Going to try and get them up today and hopefully post a starter call tonight as i'm really looking forward to writing with you all!

[powerhaunted]

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[flamesignite]

I hate having to make a post about this but I will be homeless soon. It came out of nowhere and I have 27 days to save as much as I can to move out of this place and with the money I make I would not have enough to even remotely get a place to live in by then because most places take at the very most 2k to move in so I need the extra help.

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[inejqhafa]

the scene where anthony tells kate that he wants to go to India so that their child knows their history and that he does too is so important especially for brown girls who are so often told to focus on integrating into their new households and forget their family once they get married. it really shows how much he values all parts of kate’s identity and who she is beyond just being viscountess, a wife, a future mother, etc. and then kate’s reaction of being fully and completely overwhelmed because she could never have imagined that he would be the one to bring it up, let alone being there for the birth makes me so emotional 😭

[ohgreat-moretapes]

Hey Tim, my dad recently had a seizure and I wanna be able to comfort him...it really scared me and of course it scared him too and I figured you might know a good way to help me to comfort him? I'm sorry you have to go through stuff like that all the time I wish I could comfort you too...🫂

Everybody's situation is unique so you'll need to find what works for y'all personally of course, and that's just gonna come with time.

But that being said, I am certain what would mean the world to him is just simply spending time with him. I've had a lot of health scares in my life and a lot of those times I just wished someone was there by my side, not to take care of me, just to distract me and help pass the time while I was healing.

Board games, crafts (without sharp objects), getting into a podcast together, gardening, starting a collection of some kind... Fun little things like that can make such a big difference.

And that being said, don't forget to look after yourself too. If you feel like the stress is weighing on you too, you gotta make time for yourself and make sure your own needs are being met before doing things for others.

Take it day by day: drink water, eat healthy, avoid alcohol, and get some physical exercise when you can (extra points if it's something y'all can do together like pickleball or table tennis). I know everyone says this stuff but it really does help.

Here's to healing, we're in this together bud <3

-Tim

[problem-prone]

Darry couldn’t help but pace the floor in the living room despite all the boys staring at him. He knew better than to let Ponyboy go to a movie by himself, he knew better, but he let him go anyway since it wasn’t a school night and Pony had been doing so well in his classes. 

The gang could feel the tension radiating off him, particularly Dally, who was whittling something with his switchblade. “You gotta calm down man, it ain’t like he’s dead or something,” Dally said. Darry shook his head and sped up his pacing ever so slightly. Nothing anyone said could quell the tight worry in his chest and the anxiety rolling in his gut. 

Nothing would make him feel better until Ponyboy was home safe. 

“His curfew was an hour ago, what if the socs got to him? They’ve been out for blood,” Darry spit out, his worries boiling over into his tone, making it waver. Soda and Steve sat on the living room floor playing cards, Two-Bit next to them watching Mickey Mouse reruns on the TV. Johnny was curled up on the couch next to Dally, fiddling with his jacket. “He should’ve called if he was gonna be late.”

After what feels like hours of pacing, everyone’s heads snap towards the door that was slammed open. “Where the hell have ya been, Pone,” Soda asks in as calm a voice as he could muster. He knew he couldn’t be too angry because Darry was gonna be raging, especially with the carefree look on Pony’s face.  

Darry sucks in a deep breath and marches towards the door, a mixture of fear and anger displayed on his face. “You had me worried sick kid, where were you?” Ponyboy huffed and checked Darry’s shoulder as he walked past. Darry spins and grabs his arm, pulling Pony towards him. “I’m talking to you, don’t ya dare walk away from me,” Darry sneered. Everyone could tell he was getting really mad. He always tried to keep the Southern accent in check, but it spilled out when he was getting worked up or tired. 

Pony spins around, ripping his arm out of Darry’s hold. “Why are you gettin’ so worked up,” Pony spits out, “it’s not like I’m dying in a ditch or nothing.” The whole room went completely still other than Darry, who recoiled like he had been punched. 

Darry steps forward and locks eyes with Pony. “I ain’t gonna fight with you. Get on to bed.” Pony scoffs and plops down on the end of the couch that isn’t occupied. Johnny looks up and scooches closer to Dally, knowing Darry could blow at any minute. Darry sucks his teeth and crouches in front of Pony, who’s picking at his nails on the couch. “Ponyboy, what the hell did I just say?”

Pony looks up at Darry and sighs, “it ain’t a school night, I’m not going to bed at 9 like a child.” By now, Darry was almost red with anger. He didn’t have the energy to fight with Pony, not tonight. He hadn’t slept the night before and social services had made an impromptu visit when Darry had gotten home from work, accusing him of never doing enough for his brothers. 

Darry took a deep breath. “Pony, you never do what yer told. Go to bed,” he said pointedly. 

Ponyboy stood up, prompting Darry to stand up as well. “Well maybe if you weren’t such an ass I’d listen to you more often,” he yelled. Darry froze. Pony had never yelled at him, at least not like that. He decided this wasn’t a battle he was going to win and backed away from Ponyboy.

“Fine,” Darry said as he made his way back towards the kitchen, “do whatever the hell you want. You were gonna do that anyway.” Everyone noticed how defeated he sounded, his exhaustion peaking out into his voice. 

Him walking away pissed Pony off even more. Pony wasn’t even sure why he was so angry. All day something had been rising inside him, ready to spill over with just enough pressure. He couldn’t stop the pot from boiling over no matter how hard he tried. Pony stood up and stormed into the kitchen, looking Darry in the eye as best as he could, “you know, sometimes I wish you weren’t my brother!”

The room comes to a complete halt. Ponyboy flinched backward, realizing what he had said. Darry took in a sharp breath, “Darry I’m so-,” Ponyboy didn’t get to finish his sentence before Darry was dashing out the door, letting it slam shut behind him. The only noise that could be heard was people’s breathing, heavy with emotion. 

No one dared to say anything until Dally dropped his knife and walked into the kitchen. “Pony what the actual fuck was that?” Ponyboy stared at Dally dumbfounded. Stepping up to him, Dally looks him in the eye and asks again, “what was that?”

Ponyboy opened and snapped his mouth shut, thinking about what he could say. He didn’t know what that was, what he was thinking. He loved Darry. He loved his older brother so much, he couldn’t fathom why he would say something that made it seem like he didn’t. “I didn’t mean it, honest,” was all Pony could say. 

Dally rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Well, Superman don’t know that, does he? Because it really sounded like you did mean it.” Pony stepped back, coming to understand how angry Dally was at what he said. “That man does everything for you and you are so ungrateful sometimes. I know y’all are gonna fight, but I know he’d never say that kinda shit to you.” Dally shook his head and went outside, letting the door shut softly behind him. 

Darry was sitting on the porch with his head in his hands. Dally couldn’t tell if it was the cold or if he was crying but Darry’s body was shaking so badly, it almost felt like a small earthquake. Dallas Winston was never good at comforting people, but Darry deserved at least a bit of kindness, something Dally wasn’t used to giving. Taking a deep breath, he sits down beside Darry, who doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. Dally finally gets a good look at him. Darry has tears welled up in his eyes and a hand gripping the necklace Soda and Pony had gotten him for his 21st birthday. “He hates me, Dal, I know he does.” 

That was more honest than Dally had ever heard Darry be with him. Darry liked to take the nickname “Superman” a little too seriously, acting like he can handle everything by himself until the waves come crashing down on him. “He don’t hate you, man,” Dally responded, “he’s just 14 and tryna act like a man.” Dally puts a hand on Darry’s shoulder, trying to seem comforting. Darry finally looks up at him and puts his hand on top of Dally’s. 

They sat there on the porch for what felt like hours before Darry spoke up again. “I just don’t know what to do,” he said, “social services came by today.” Dally whips his head over and looks at Darry, eyebrows pinching together in question. Darry takes in a shaky breath before continuing. “They’ve started questioning whether I can take care of them the right way. And right now it feels like I can’t.”

Dally drops his hand from Darry’s shoulder and swipes it down his face. “Shit man,” he responds, pulling his pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket. He lights his cigarette, takes a drag, and offers it to Darry, who takes it after a moment of hesitation. “You take good care of those boys. Social services can go fuck themselves.”

Darry scoffs and takes a drag of Dally’s cigarette and hands it back to him. “I try my best but sometimes I swear I’m not enough for them. All Ponyboy and I ever do is fight, and I hate it. I don’t got the energy to fight anymore.” Dally nods his head, knowing exactly what Darry is talking about. Darry sighs and puts his head in his hands once again. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Dally didn’t know how to respond, because he didn’t know either. No one has written a manual for how to care for your kid brothers after you get orphaned at 20 years old. “You just gotta keep on going, but you don’t gotta do it all alone.” Darry looks up at Dally, tears falling down his cheeks. “You know, Clark Kent ain’t always super. You don’t gotta be, either.” Darry nods his head and stands up, offering a hand to Dally who takes it. 

When Darry opens the door, he’s immediately greeted by Ponyboy’s arms wrapped around his middle. He freezes for a second, then wraps his around Pony and squeezes him tight. “I’m sorry Darry, I didn’t mean it I swear,” Ponyboy chokes out with a sob. Darry holds him tighter, one hand rubbing in between his shoulder blades. 

“I know you’re sorry kid,” Darry reassures Pony, “we’re gonna have a conversation about your being late in the morning.” Ponyboy pulls back from Darry and nods. He reaches a hand out and wipes the tears off Ponyboy’s face with a small smile. Darry kisses the top of his head and starts walking toward his bedroom.

“Hey Darry?”

Darry turns back around to face him. “Yeah kid?”

Ponyboy takes a deep breath and smiles, “I love you.”

Darry smiles back and says, “I love you too, little colt. Now get on to bed.”

With a mock salute, Pony heads into his bedroom. 

Darry closes his bedroom door gently, then flings himself onto the bed in exhaustion. He’ll always worry about his brothers and friends, but tonight he doesn’t have to worry anymore. 

[stahl-konigin]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "IM AT SOUP" IS TEN YEARS OLD]

[kittycatred]

Hmmmmmm well since Fungus's drugged I think my craving for chaos is temporarily subdued.............

I empty the box of catnip and fill it with soft stuffing for when you go back to the box

Also here's some treats while SillyAnon is patting you :D

[ sorry rp format change !! </3 ]

red eventually jumps out of silly anon's grasp ( after, quite the dramatic refusal !! flailing their little paws and hissing did nothing to his dismay, except create the most dramatic tantrum xe's ever had, cat or not )

he lands back onto the desktop floor, to finally reunite with her beloved box of catnip, the very kind they were parted with against their will !! (the cruelty !! the horror !! )

although, when red glanced upwards, it was....empty ??

no, not empty.... something else...?

but, ze couldn't see it from where they were, thanks to becoming ( even more ) shorter in addition to their newfound cat self

despite being a cat, red was still reckless and curious at their core, ( and, hopefully curiosity wouldnt kill them here ! ) so, before they could possibly regret acting on their impulsiveness, on what could truly just be an empty box...

red slowly shifted back..... bracing to lunge forward....

and then suddenly !!

huh...?

red opened their eyes to find xemself engulfed in a soft, pillowy like stuffing in the box

they didnt know what they were expecting, but this...? it was a pleasant, and rather comfortable surprise !!

she lightly stretched zeir paws, briefly kneading into the soft cushion to make himself comfortable, and then eventually layed down, tucking their paws under themselves, as xe closed his eyes, purring in pure relaxation & bliss

red doesn't know exactly how, or when their catnip was replaced by this cloud-like cushion

was it the lighter blue stick figure who snatched them upwards, coddling him ?? or the floating hands attempting to feed him during his dramatic spectacle of annoyance ??

honestly ? red didn't care for the answer to that right now

its most definitely a side effect from the catnip stopping them from their existential crisis, however, if these random stickfigures and floating hands were doing such kindness, such as this....

maybe they arent worth questioning further, anyways ...?

all red cared about in this moment, was to rest in comfort

and resting in comfort is, indeed, what they were doing right now

[sennenpharaoh]

See, I'm a HUGE fan of writing threads where Atem is NOT the "good guy" or the "victim" or the "aww poor guy" kind because, news flash, HE'S NOT.

He fucks up like everyone else, makes really, really bad mistakes, and hurts people who doesn't deserve it. He DESERVES to have his comeuppance when he messes up, just like anyone else.

It's why some of my favorite threads, no joke, are with those who are NOT friends with Atem. (ie: @atlantis-prince and @doomstarmagician )

Don't get me wrong: I'm a slut for shipping as much as the next guy, but Atem legit fucking up and him getting what's coming to him at the hands of your muse.

Yea... that's the good stuff.

[marshalforgotten]

Just a PSA if you use AI to make “art” and write your own threads, chances are I will not follow you.

[unluckyborn]

TO DO

TAG DROP FOR JUDE TAG DROP FOR JJ FIND A THEME CHARACTER PAGES AESTHETICS COME UP WITH A QUEUE TAG

[exxcrucior]

ughhh ... my brain hasn't really been working lately. late replies ): i might be around for shorter threads or if you want to chat! i'm just not in the mood for fancy writing atm.

[flamesignite]

    "You were stupid enough to confess and even more stupid to boast. Everything you've said is fuel on your funeral pyre.                                                    So then, I think I'll begin, by 

         BURNING OUT YOUR TONGUE! "

    Independent Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist

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[alignedhearts]

“In the original script, Miguel and Tulio were a legitimate couple, with pet-names and everything. Their relationship was cut out of the final movie, but the pet-names are still in the subtitles of some DVDs.”

WE WERE ROBBED OF ICONIC BI CONTENT

[daelete]

I need to make more fantasy ocs maybe

[stahl-konigin]