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Governor Abbott's Prayer Breakfast
In Monday morning’s early hours, amidst the camaraderie of fellow Texans, my heart swelled with gratitude as we attended Governor Greg Abbott’s Prayer Breakfast for the second consecutive year. Surrounded by 690 fervent souls, we gathered to honor our state, our leader, and the profound impact of prayer in our lives. Governor Abbott, a beacon of strength and resilience, shared his deeply held…
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#1 thessalonians 5:18#blog#christian#commitment#conviction#determination#facebook#faith#fortitude#Governor Greg Abbott#gratitude#inspiration#National Day of Prayer#panhandle#power of prayer#Prayer Breakfast#resilience#strength#thankful in every circumstance#transformative#wheelchair
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unfortunately me
#gravity falls#tbob#the book of bill#bill cipher#gravity falls incorrect quotes#gravity falls memes#bill cipher x reader#bill cipher x you#gravity falls x you#gravity falls x reader#it’s actually annoying how attractive he is#bill cipher thank you for everything#I love you king#every form. all 40+ fingers. all 3 tongues. any circumstance.#free bill cipher i mean he did all of it but i don��t care
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the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.
#tw grief#sigh sigh sigh.#apologies in advance as this is not the happiest yap ! i would just like to write out some of my feelings on this day#the heaviest heart weighs under an insurmountable amount of grief — the ghost of love#days like today are a twisted reminder that has every emotion flooding through your soul#longing . guilt . anger . an indescribable melancholy that could only be consoled through the sands of time#a year ago i lost my best guy friend and it’s never really gotten easier . but ive heard it never does#all i can do is bundle up the love i have for him and search for him in the clouds that take up the sky#the circumstances around his passing will never not haunt me and rather than go into it all i’d like to say is this#if you have a loved one or a relationship or a friendship you cherish .. then never ever stop fighting for it - for them.#as time never really seems to be on our side#each day i’ll live as he intended . to greet the world with kindness and a smile and passion for positivity#in his wisest words (or rather after every phone call we’d have hehe) i’ll try my best to stay awesome & encourage you all to do so as well#if you’ve read this then i’m taking your hand and thanking you#it didn’t feel right not acknowledging him at all on this blog . he’s the one that introduced me to anime + more importantly : one piece#i wish i could talk to him about it all so he could see how far down this rabbit hole i fell just as he had done#will be spending the day enjoying his favorite episodes and being gentle with the world that surrounds us#this is not like my usual yaps & i feel vulnerable posting it but i wanted to carve out a space for him on this blog#forever missing the connie to my sasha . maybe in another universe we’ll get it right#have a wonderful sunday my sweet friendz and if you can — hug your loved ones & blow a kiss up to the sky 🤍💫#thank you for being here & helping me make this a safe place .#₊˚⊹ ᰔ xoxo aims
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Hehehehe guess what i did first thing after i woke up, (@eyes-of-the-rave)
#I HALF ASSED THE HIGHLIGHTS!!! I DONT CARE!!! HES MY BLORBO AND IM SATISFIED!!!#holds him gently. smooch#affectionately dumping a bucket of blood on every fucking member of our coterie:3#hmmmmm thinking about who should be my next target. mwehehehe#thanks mars btw for feeding my blorbo appetite. yknow how normal i am about your lil dragon man#i am. so fucking normal about him#digital art#artistvicky#vtm#vampire the masquerade#vampire#vtm oc#own art#tzimisce#tw blood#ilya morozov#ps you know i am sitting w my peepers peeled in the spaghetti wall channel listening to What Kind Of Circumstances you have in mind sdgsdhdf#im gonna lose my mind dont i. hhhhhhh
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Hi! What are the powers of each ro? what makes them "special" and mc?
I won't give a super detailed explanation since Rhea already went into all of it in Chapter 1 but a quick recap: You're either born with magic or you aren't.
If you are, you're a magician. There's three types; Soul magicians (magic comes from intentions/morals/beliefs, considered the most powerful, magic can have harmful effects on their body), Heart magicians (magic comes from emotions, less powerful, magic can visibly be seen in use), and Luck magicians (have magic in their veins but can't use it, since they still have magic the world seems to like them and 'lucky' things happen to them, hence the term).
BA has a pretty soft magic system, so you can theoretically do w/e you want with magic with certain limits. Soul magicians can't use magic at all if it goes against their beliefs + it can hurt their bodies. Heart magicians magic is as powerful as the emotions they're currently feeling. Heart magicians are also the only ones compatible with Death Creatures (ghosts, wraiths, poltergeists, etc), although that's pretty rare and no one knows why. With all that said:
Soul Magicians: Rook and Rhea
Heart Magicians: Beck and Lars
Luck Magician: Zoe
Not a magician: ??? and MC
Beck and Lars are both special because their magic is compatible with Death, but they're still Heart Magicians and so their magic is seen as weaker. Rook's magic...isn't strong, and Rhea's magic is average. ??? isn't a magician and can't use magic at all. What MC can do is up to you since there are a few options. You can find a magic item to use (making you a mage), you can get into necromancy, or you can pick the terrible decision to make a deal with something to use magic (making you a warlock). You can also not do any of that and remain without magic/death abilities. Each decision has their own unique consequences.
It should also be noted Death and Magic are opposites of each other, so necromancy isn't considered magic in this world. If anything, it's just blasphemy lol
#em answers#BA: structure#BA: lore#tbh outside Lars and Beck's death skills no one here is special lol#and even then they're still Heart Magicians so their magic is still seen as weaker#Rook is just as fucking lost as MC is when it comes to all the wraith stuff asjkfals Zoe can't use magic at all#Rhea is well received because of her father and not her magic and ??? would have been just Some Guy(gn) if it wasn't for All That#this isn't an Extraordinary People story it's just#average people who were forced into Extraordinary(ly bad) circumstances#like yeah to MC they all probably seem that way because holy shit magic real???#but in regards to magician society as a whole? yeah the ROs aren't noteworthy#anyway I didn't think I'd rant so much on this topic thanks for tuning in#every time I can touch on world building I just Keep Going asfkjla
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I believe that AFO could be still telling his own story from a external pov because even in current times he sees his own actions from a third pov, like it was all a part of a comic book
And it could also be that he internalised prejudiced views on quirk users because the period of time where he was born was really ruthless for quirk users 🤷
Yknow what, that would make sense and is more interesting than anything I thought was going on with the narration. The idea that AFO is the narrator talking about himself like a comic book villain is so compelling, I love it. Also fits in with the pattern of villains talking/showing us their own experiences and backstories, just in a different way
And yeah, now that I think about it, the prejudiced view thing sounds like something he would have. With the way he's lived, how could he not internalize the way the world has behaved towards him from day one? It fits for how he seems to view the world and himself
#he is both the comic book villain and the narrator in his own backstory portraying himself AS a villain#instead of a child who had no control over his birth his circumstances or the rapidly collapsing society that villainized his existence#as well as every other person with a quirk#i love that#the more i read about peoples takes on this chapter#the more im like 'ohhh this chapter is even better than i thought it was'#thank you for the ask!😊#asks with metty#bnha 407#bnha manga spoilers#all for one#bnha asks
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thinking abt how the original QPB trio wouldve been just 3 mentally unwell adults w lifetimes of trauma and KdjfksjdKFJJS...
#no wonder they were beefing /j#they need yeseo... AHAH#idk like#i still dont know ga-in's full deal but from what ive seen...#def parental (and workplace) abuse going on...#cedric... self explanatory#and jesse like... being an illegitimate child ooh and his stepfather dedicating every min to trying to ruin his life umm#yeah...#not that i dont think yeseos also had a perfect life... im keeping my eyes open at the bits of foreshadowing for him i wanna know his deal#cant stop thinking abt how he almost never mentions his parents? whats up w that#twsb#twsb spoilers#(just for the ga-in bit)m#i wanna know more abt jesse tho...#sigh will never stop losing my mind that cedric went from beefing w jesse as a love rival#to falling in love with him (but its actually a diff guy. our yeseo...🤧#im crazy for this but cant stop thinking abt QPB cedjess.....#esp since apparently they couldve gotten along if it werent for the circumstances... ough#idc abt romantic cedchris at all tho like thank u for resetting the timeline <3#i wanna know what... that last moment was like...#when jesse sacrificed himself to save cedric....#jesse telling him to be happy with christelle/take care of her...#what was cedric's reaction... what was the look on both of their faces in that moment...#ghhHHH i would want to see og cedjesschris but not as a love triangle w chris at the center like it was before...#i'd just wanna see platonic shenanigans#but the og novel wasnt like that... 😔#actually it makes me wild considering that the original QPB trio didnt have/use powers#like thats wild to me. they were so different.....#the genre switch was so good for them <3#went from shoujo to shounen /j
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characters that make sense to be living in wayne manor without much if any explanation: bruce, alfred, damian, tim, cass
#so so often im reading fic n going like 'STEPH? are you insane'#bruce & alfred: yeah. self explanatory#dick: would but only under circumstances where he Has To for someone else's sake#jason: grown ass man who fights his foster dad every chance he gets#which could also be a description of dick during certain times but i digress#tim: he'd try very hard not to but i can technically imagine him ending up there without a mission related reason so he makes the cut#steph: she has a whole ass mom. disrespectful to her to pretend steph would rather live w bruce tbh#damian: yes but he'd complain about it. at least it has enough room for his personal petting zoo.#cass: enigma. she can do whatever idc enough to figure her out.#she bores me still ngl#the closest i ever got to caring about cass was when i was reading rumors about a scrapped catholic arc for her lol#duke: another where im pretty sure he ends up having relatives that he can go to and having him live w bruce instead feels odd#but also im a new earth bitch not a prime one so idk what his life is like#honorable mention: babs: are you insane. grown ass woman. only semi-recently has been deaged to hell and i do not respect that call from DC#unless she and bruce are married there is no reason for her to be there lmao#i say honorable mention bc that ones rare as hell. thank god.
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You bought a house at 25?? How.. (genuine question)(im so envious)
The short of it is im extraordinary lucky
In college i got in an accident that totaled my car (other guy was at fault, his insurance gave me enough to buy a nice used car without taking a loan out)
I was a Gifted KidTM so i got a really good scholarship (still literally gave myself hives trying to keep it but shhhhhhh its fine its fine) and the hospital i work at had a 1 year masters program which gave me a promotion at the low low cost of signing a contract to work for them for 3 years (they kind of underpay us but still no debt so evens out)
My parents were smart enough to teach me how to use a credit card at 18 so i could accumulate credit for -checks watch- 7 years which actually helped a lot
And finally i live in a state that has really cheap living expenses at the cost of The Hell but idk my cat needs more space to play and i dont have any other place to go so mortage here we go!!!
#shoutout to my realtor steve hes such a real one#asks#anonymous#im really aware of the amount of luck and privilege that went into it all#deadass thankful every day and i wish it wasnt a circumstance of luck#and college hives
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Was Brought to my attention that the OP user that Posted this Post:
https://www.tumblr.com/lollobarcollomanonmollo/737352401923833856/women-artists-that-you-should-know-about?source=share
Is a TERF with Posts that look like this:
@lollobarcollomanonmollo is a Terf and will be blocked accordingly of course but for your convenience everyone, here is this for you.
#anti trans#terfs#Terfs DNI#anti radical feminism#I do not under any fucking circumstances encourage these fuckers#thank you to the anon that brought it to my attention#because I don't back track every post and see if they're pieces of shit or not#so when someone spots trash in my feed thank you
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Last night I had a dream that I met timothee chalamet at a grocery store and told him he was tall, but then immediately pointed out that my sister’s boyfriend was even taller than him (which is true, her boyfriend is like 6 foot something I think) and then he casually said “well, I’m not your boyfriend” so the moral of the story is don’t slightly insult dream timothee chalamet because he’ll clap back without even thinking about it
#thanks for pointing out that I don’t have a boyfriend#but you don’t have an Oscar so#he then proceeded to continue hanging out with our group as if he didn’t just point out my singleness#every time I have a dream about a famous person it’s always under the most random circumstances#timothée chalamet#last night i dreamt#dreams
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expectations (a due south fic)
F/K, 1.5k words, additional tags: first kiss, stupid phone conversations, drama over a duffel bag
I'll tell you what I told ao3:
"My writing hit a wall a while back. To deal with it, I decided I'd write the only way I can now—short fic I can seat-of-my-pants in one day. A piece for each ship/fandom/idea where I have wips or thoughts that I can't make into actual works. This is the first one.
Thanks to @nigeltde-fic for dragging me down with this ship, and generally being a champion. <3”"
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Maybe it really is a damn Groundhog Day type situation. Only twice as boring and nobody gets the girl, like, ever.
One thing he never pictured when he thought of the after-fraser-life, which he didn’t do very often, or, well, maybe he did, but he didn’t like doing it, point being—one thing he didn’t imagine was that it would be the same. As in, poof, never happened, must have daydreamed it, off you go, Stanley, play well with the boys.
And, well, it isn’t really a never-happened kinda deal, because Fraser, he just lives in a pocket in Ray’s head now, twenty-four-literal-seven, like friends do, you know, or something close. And what with Vecchio and Stella fucking off to Florida and Frannie doing her thing all while they were still doing the big adventure stuff, between all that it’s hard to not notice the change. But other than that—it’s the same job, the same desk (his desk, The Kowalski Desk), the same bottle in the cabinet above the sink and the same—the inside of his head is the same, too, giving him trouble like always.
The way they left things—if that’s even what happened, left things, huh—it’s not what he feared. Not what he expected, either—and it took him many, many frozen-through adrenaline-drunk days to put a finger on it, that there was an expectation. And now back here, it’s like one of those tip-of-the-tongue moments he’s so familiar with, only with that expectation; it circles him all predatory with every lonely shuffle around his dance-apartment-floor and every stupid late night reruns session and every finger of drink he takes with that, and then it wafts away on the wind, leaving him feeling like he missed a step and twisted his ankle. Which is kinda stupid, when you come to think of it, since it looks like all his worst-case scenarios solved themselves and left him with a cushy little offering while he was playing explorer, and wasn’t that what it was all about.
And maybe it wasn’t, because Fraser calls, like he does, which floors Ray a little every single time for reasons he can’t even begin to articulate, he calls on a Friday and brings him up to speed on Dief’s aversion to the nearest Tim Hortons (nearest being a few hours’ trip to Yellowknife) because quote he says it’s cheating and Chicago ones tasted better and frankly it’s insulting end quote and how you pay and pay and pay and how he fixed up the cabin now and the second bed is new and really much better than the one Ray had to deal with up there, he made sure of that (felled the best tree he could find, Ray wagers), and Ray finds himself nodding and humming and gripping the stupid station handset, knuckles gone white, biting his cheek, hell if he knows why, not like his smile could do any damage at this point. “There isn’t a waiting list for that bed, is there?” he says, no reservations worth stopping for. And, “no,” says Fraser, and there’s that expectation, clarion as you please, ten-four, roger that. “Greatness,” Ray says, and hangs up, and does a little shimmy he’s not even ashamed of.
And then Fraser doesn’t call for three weeks, in which Ray is very productive, managing to vent drunkenly at Turtle who looks so unimpressed Ray thinks he actually hears him sigh, pack the bag, unpack the bag, consider terminating the lease, call in with Welsh then come in anyway, chase the latest case into almost three whole days awake and get sent away by Welsh anyway once the Bonnie and Clyde of small-time food truck GTA are locked up, pick up the phone roughly thirty-seven times, put it down thirty-six, and that last time, Fraser picks up and calls out for him softly and he’s too much of a chicken to do it back. Where exactly they tripped in a dance Ray felt resonate in his bones, he can’t guess.
Week four, Fraser calls, only it’s Ray’s doorbell that rings this time, and he picks himself up faster than he would the phone.
“Fraser,” he says first, then swings the door open, “Frase,” gripping his wrists way too tight, “what in god’s name was that—scratch that, don’t say, one thing it was is not buddies.”
“I don’t see what you mean, Ray,” Fraser says, and it’s supposed to make him angry, this far in, only this time Fraser is wrapped up in a soft green-gray flannel instead of the red walking coffin and he has his beat-up bag and the stupid hat on, so even Ray can see through the reflex of it. Fraser tugs gently at him. “Ah, Ray, if you could just let me put my bag down—thank you kindly.’
“You do, Frase, I know you do.” He lets Fraser’s wrists go for half a second it takes for the bag to thud onto the floor—other side of the threshold, damn it—and not a moment longer. “Did you come to stand outside my home and bullshit me?”
“Yes. I mean, not for that, no, but yes, I forgot about—oh, darn,” he says and tugs one hand free to take his stetson off, which is how you know, if you’re Ray, things are afoot. Big things. Momentary events in history. So when Fraser steps one foot in and leans back against the doorjamb and pulls him near—with hands snaking under his arms to land just below his shoulder blades, one half of a hug not yet given, a freakish way only Fraser would go with, which fires Ray up instantly, heat flooding his face like a punch he has to close his eyes against—when that’s done, Ray can find his mouth blind he’s so ready.
“You’re off,” he mumbles, because Fraser is the one with eyes open and he still landed somewhere around where Ray’s lips turn into his cheek, and then only corrected half an inch down, catching the corner of his open-eager mouth.
Fraser presses a kiss there, with intent. “Not,” he says, and then, then he hits the bullseye, fucking A, bingo, job done, you get a sticker—or a mouthful of tongue, because that’s faster where they stand.
“Momentous,” Fraser says into Ray’s hair, some breathless minutes later, and Ray says, “wha—’ and Fraser says, “you said, or rather mouthed, something about momentary events, if my memory serves—well, it must, it’s only been three minutes. I suppose you meant momentous, given the context.”
“Jesus, Shakespeare, come the fuck in, what do I have to offer to get you both feet inside.”
Fraser straightens but doesn’t move an inch to displace Ray where he’s giving him the second half of a hug. “Well, Ray, I didn’t mean to stay, per se.”
Ray disentangles them and tugs at the lapels of Fraser’s really very soft shirt, whenever he’s grabbed those, huh. He blinks once, twice, and thinks about how many bottles he will have to get for that cabinet now, because fucking hell. The bastard didn’t even have the courtesy to rub at his eyebrow, so to him it all makes sense somehow. He looks down and frowns.
“What’s with the bag?”
When he looks back up, Fraser smiles, an honest to god I’m-back-in-ten-foot-snow-and-alive-again grin, eyes kind of superglued to Ray’s face. “Promised Dief to get some of those Chicago donuts, which are, apparently ‘the right kind’.”
Ray steps back, shoves at Fraser’s chest, no way-like, and folds in two with laughter. Fraser looks at him all affectionate, and the absurdity is so familiar it gives Ray a headrush. Or maybe that’s all the wheezing he's doing.
“A bag? A whole bag of donuts?”
Fraser gets this look where his eyes get all liquid and light, and now that Ray’s got the manual he knows that translates to scared and hopeful in downright unhealthy measures. “I didn’t count on being back to Chicago soon.”
Ray can feel he’s doing the superglue thing now, too.
Fraser clears his throat. “Oh dear. Unless—I didn’t mean to presume, it’s only that on the phone—”
Ray cuts him off in a voice that’s too rough to seize the reins of, so it will probably break in there somewhere but it’s all a-okay now, isn’t it—says, “You’ll have to get in here, Frase. I think I’ll want some pants with my donuts, and I’m now in the bag-unpacked phase—uh, anyway.”
He heads inside and hears Fraser shut the door and toe off his boots.
So maybe there was no tripping after all. Just Fraser and his insane moves Ray always learns, dancing skills be damned. Good thing he isn’t Bill Murray—would be awkward to explain this to the girl.
#my writing#fic#due south#jesus i'm so tired of not writing#or writing and stopping one third in because i suck at storytelling or even figuring out my own theme#or writing and hating every sentence#or writing and knowing fast-and-sloppy writing is the only kind i can finish#or being so cringed out with my words once i finish that i can't stomach the idea of anyone's eyes on it#let alone any kind of beta so i cut off the avenues of getting critique and getting better#or writing and feeling like i'm forcing people to read#i don't believe in writer's block but i believe in shitty life circumstances and mental health issues#so there's that#if you read this whole vent i thank you and hope you at least enjoy the fic to make up for it#f/k#due south fic#fraser/rayk#fraser/kowalski
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all your merch !!! how long have you been collecting? do you have a favorite item?
asdfghjksks I am so sorry it always takes me forever to answer Asks 😭 I have no idea why but Tumblr literally never gives me any notifications when I get them and I don't even know they're there in my inbox 💀
But anyway, thank you so much 🙏
I guess, technically, I've been collecting (in general) since I was really young - the earliest that I can still remember is being around 8 or 9 years old and obsessively hoarding every single piece of Pokémon merch that I could get my tiny little hands on. I do not know why my parents enabled this, but hey.
I still collect Pokémon stuff, since I still adore the franchise just as much as I did back then. But nowadays I usually stick to the merch that you can find at the real Pokémon Centers. I do have this fat Pikachu from like 1996 though, and he's completely unrecognisable
To be loved is to be changed
Obviously, my biggest collection and "main" collecting target is Obey Me! and OM: Nightbringer merch. At this point, my Satan & Solomon collection has consumed my entire house.
Here's a video tour of my collection
And that's not even the complete collection in full - I still have merch that I've yet to unpack and display, and I still have merch that I bought/ordered online and am waiting to receive when it's delivered in the mail 🥲
Thank you so much for your kind words! Whenever people tell me how much they love my SoloTan Shrine, it makes my entire day ☆
I hope that these silly little guys that I like to fill my house with can continue to make people smile 💚
#thank you!#obey me#obey me nightbringer#omswd#obey me satan#satan#obey me solomon#solomon#solotan#solotan shrine#kirby's solotan shrine#honestly I am very very aware of how incredibly lucky & incredibly privileged I am to be able to have a hobby like this#importing official merch from Japan is not at all cheap#and I understand that most people wouldn't be financially able to build collections like this#I am incredibly grateful every single day that my partner and I both have stable jobs and income#and that our circumstances allow us to own the home that we have while still being able to budget for indulgences like this#it always makes me happy to know that my collection has brought people joy when they've seen it#and it always makes me so happy when people tell me how much they love it
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Obviously fuck English and all that but I do think we've got one thing over every other language on the planet: the Captain Underpants song.
#captain underpants#the fact that I speak the language where chance pants and circumstance rhyme is a blessing#and I'm thankful for it every day
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hi sam!! so i was skimming through the jjk official character guide and gege says he enjoys drawing people in a clash of opinions—he’s so good at that. it got me thinking, do you have any specific thing you lean toward when writing character dynamics?
hi mariam!!!! <3
ooooo god what a thought provoking question let me put some effort into this
i'm sure the most obvious thing that i love is a sort of like. attack dog/handler situation. it doesn't even have to be romantic, and it can also extend to blade/scabbard or gun/bullet. anyway. it's very explicit with chuuya and umbrius, but it also exists with two other pairings in their universe (though, granted, the universe really allows for it given.... everything). but it is something that i really love. the blind faith/loyalty, the inherent violence, the care and keeping, deep levels of protectiveness from both parties. god you just can't beat it it's so fucking good
but i also really love a situation where characters are talking past each other. they're saying the same things, they're agreeing with each other, but both of them are so wound up for an argument that they're still arguing even though they're on the same page. it feels very real to me, where intellectually you understand that you are agreeing with each other, but you're not saying it exactly the same way, and you were both kind of hoping for a fight but you're not getting it, so you make it one anyway. in the right scene with the right characters with the right amount of stakes happening Anywhere Outside Of The Conversation i think it can have good emotional payoff for the characters and the readers. it's not miscommunication but it's toeing the line and i think that's fun
also i think my years in the aftg fandom/writing andreil fic (and reading tgcf later didn't help either) show through with this one but i love characters (romantic relationship especially but i have it in some friendships too) where they just Get each other. not to the point of reading each other's minds or making predictions but just like. "yeah i know you're stressed because of the way you're doing xyz right now so i'm going to suggest we go have a cigarette" or "well it's 2pm and they're not Here so they have to be There. no i don't need to call them where the fuck else would they be" or "i'm going to say this thing and i know you're going to disagree with me but you need to hear it bc i know what you need right now and it's not coddling." like just... characters who tick to the same rhythm and are able to rotate unobstructed inside of each other's orbits
#answered#kikuism#also i'm not going to get into it bc it would be too long but any form of found family dynamic is catnip to me#and i don't just mean the good parts i love the violence and anger that found family can bring. 'that's my sister and i hate her guts but#i'll gut you if you even look at her wrong' or 'i told my Not Father that i hated him and he abandoned me for 2 days and i still hate him#but that brief abandonment was to protect me from [circumstances of the world]'#it's great. i eat it every time. it's complex and messy and doesn't require me to have the knowledge of what#a 'real' family looks or acts like KDFJVBKDJKVBJDKFV#maybe all of this says a lot about me <3 pretend it doesn't <3 KJSBDVKJBSDVF#anyway thank you so much this was fun !!! i love to look deep within myself and be like#ah yes i write bc i can't afford therapy KSJBDVKJDBFVJKDBFV#real talk tho i love all sorts of character dynamics these are just the ones i lean into the most often#i think bc they stretch so well in both Brief interactions as well as entire story/character arcs#versatility to match my unpredictable writing motivation
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really enjoying my dash rn tbh love u guys and ur taste. has anyone made a are u prey or are u predator uquiz yet
#ik what im getting because my ass got coded that way thanks every circumstance ever but like#seph.txt
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