#pages 2024 write

[starcatching]

SEONGHWA ATEEZ at COACHELLA 2024, Weekend 2

[mellosdrawings]

Now I want to see the losers club. :)

Are you referring to the ACTUAL Losers' Club (aka the Stephen King's Losers Club) or my band of completely unlucky morons ? Whichever the case, you're getting more N2 Squad x)

Here's some random doodles I did to try and get their dynamics for an attempt at fanfic.

(With a very self-indulgent side of Jamil & Ruggie)

[summerlimeismethebrony]

She has bewitched me....

[giolovesyousm]

Day 13 of Deadboyween Weeks:

Pre-Canon

What is it with you? Why you feel so specially familiar? It's like our souls have been knowing each other very long before we did. This sense of warmth, is it the lantern you're holding or my spirit recognising you?

We could achieve great things together, we did already, maybe we should retrace our steps. I can tell you've been here longer than I have, what kind of awful place made you this kind? Why are you assisting a lost child no one could care about.

I've always wondered what it meant to be known deeply, your gaze makes me feel suddenly understood, we're similar I can sense it, we're not living in the same life are we, are we even living a life? Perhaps we found each other in the past one. It must have been satisfactory if, after all, we found each other again, cutting through time and space.

[yume-fanfare]

day 7 of torikasa week is future! what will they do after graduation?

[wrestledreams]

this is its own triptych

[cursedbanalities]

Is it even possible to do routines? Like, how can people do things every single day without break?

[mo-ok]

🤍 the final batch 🤍

🌠

[tsunadesupremacist]

yall don't understand the love that i have for sakura's og curmudgeon-ass haircut. she looks so spunky with it she's so adorable! and i love the colouring of her hair too! i wish they had at least kept this hairstyle for her!

as much as i do like kishimoto's later art style, there's just something so charming and different with his early naruto art style. it may have been messier than his later works, but it had its own unique charm AND there's no same face syndrome.

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Princess Lily

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

fast-paced fantasy novella about an undead assassin - with no memory of her life or why she signed up to be resurrected after death

when she’s given a new contract - that she is bound to carry out - she finds an unexpected mark who she doesn’t want to kill

facing connections to a past she’s not supposed to remember, they have to find a way around the contract in one night, facing other assassins, necromancers, gods, and wealthy patriarchs

[littlestsnicket]

violet’s inventions

violet holds the fan belt in her hands. she has a pile in her inventing studio (a repurposed, rickety barn) and even more incorporated into inventions, salvaged on her trips to the dump on the other side of town.

they’re useful but fragile, constantly needing to be replaced. their purpose is to stretch and pull until durable rubber gives under the friction. they make the fan above her head spin, help convert the power of her windmill into electricity to power the lights.

it’s alright if they break as long as someone is there to fix it. their not alone.

@asouefanworkevent

[remembertheplunge]

Rage on the page

11/03/2024 Sunday 12:50am

We are in that weird 2 hour time in which it’s really 11:50pm on 11/2.2024, but until 2am it’s masquerading as 12:50am.

Day light savings time begins at 2am. 

We fall back an hour.

Kind of matches the weird political state we are in in the United States. When the calendar strikes November 6, 2024,  the Christian Right wants it to read 1950-1954, the McCarthy era on steroids. They want Trump to be President' so he can be  dictator and  institute martial law as the law of the land.

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Writing helps. The journal was built to survive this kind of  a potential atrocity.

This proved true after I learned of my mother’s death October 28, 2012. 

 On November 3, 2012, the day after I learned that I had been disinherited by my mother, a devastating blow, I wrote “I had my journal in place this week to catch the debris and the insights and the fury and the rage resulting from the disinheritance and the events leading up to it.

What was good for the fury and rage resulting from being disinherited will be good for the fury and rage potentially resulting from the 2024 election and it’s aftermath.

Write! Document! Rage on the page! 

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Note:

McCarthyism refers to hearings officiated by Senator Joe McCarthy held between 1950 and 1954 in which he and his committee attempted to expose and confront communists and gays employed by the government. It was a witch hunt.

Martial law refers to civil law being replaced by military rule and control.

[spell-cleaver]

Portrait of an Empire

Angstober

Day 9: Promise

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Luke said. At least, that was what Sheev assumed he said. The palace gardens were large, and he was watching from a window.

Mara Jade, one of the Force-sensitive children Sheev had plucked from the grips of the Inquisitorius and trained as one of his personal Hands, was sitting meditating in the garden. As Sheev had ordered her to, knowing that Luke would pass through that garden.

Luke was lonely. He went to a school—a prestigious school for the children of the Empire’s elite, at that—but guards trailed him everywhere. No children would play with him, and Sheev and Vader had been assured by a handful of terrified teachers that threats to their parents wouldn’t change that. This wasn’t a permanent solution, hopefully, but it wasn’t a bad one.

Perhaps Mara Jade, an adept in the dark side herself, would push Luke toward using it more, too.

But the two of them were just hitting puberty. They were deeply awkward—he could see it from here. He could also see from here that Luke was watching Mara strangely, with a curious light in his eyes.

Mara said something back. It was probably, “I don’t believe you.”

“I promise.” Those words he was sure of: Luke’s lips formed them, bold and smooth.

Still, Mara didn’t believe him. Of course she didn’t. Sheev had raised her well—promises were things to be broken, not kept. He hadn’t expected that to backfire. He had expected her to extend the same respect she showed him to his grandson.

“Alright.” Luke turned to walked away, the conversation over.

Except it wasn’t over. The two of them stayed sitting in the garden, just within sight of each other. And they kept shooting each other looks when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

[inakanotori]

Did I notice after making this that the chain goes several times around his neck? 🫣

Freaking deserved, congrats to the Dark Lord of Emma Gaala.

[corinnetheanime]

How to sum up the entire cartoon in three sentences.