#that’s it. that’s the introduction and the conclusion.

[m00n-sh]

my process

have an idea

write it whatever way you need to get it out. basic sentences. worry about getting the >>plot<< out. details only if important. (i.e. "X goes to the beach and swims. Y is there. Y asks if X is okay after what happened [evil uncle plot]."

separate the sentences on a line each. (i.e. "Y is there.")

group the lines into chapters if you're doing that.

develop text based on the single sentence. dont worry about which one you'll write first, do whatever you want (the plot is already there, less chance you'll forget). try to keep it a paragraph each,

if the sentence is short/underdeveloped, it helps if you question the words that make it (i.e. "Who is Y in this situation?" "How did Y arrive at the beach?" "Is the beach for Y the same as it is for the others?", etc).

stitch the paragraphs together. i like to implement the introduction-development-conclusion format for each chapter but that's obviously not mandatory.

yay a story. rewrite as many times as you wish.

if you're posting it, review and then wait a day. Next day, paste it on the site's text area and read. the whole thing. again.

if you published your thing and the itch to change something appears, let it wait in line for a couple of days. write only if it haunts your sleep or something.

You’ll rewrite it later anyway, so stop staring at the blank page like it owes you money. Just start.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Reassigned

Prompted by @clonexocweek's day one: First Meeting for the rather massive series of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

We'll return shortly to your irregularly scheduled programming after this short, angsty break!

Warnings: Not a ton of warning: some bullying, some angst; written via phone, so probably could have used some more editing

WC: 1,480

There was a way these things were done; an unspoken social contract dictating some illusion of pleasantries in spite of whatever prejudice or disdain seethed beneath the surface, but I'd been warned long before forcing myself down the nauseatingly pristine halls of Kamino: the squad I’d been reassigned to flaunted their independence in every way they could absent thought of maintaining even a glimmer of such abstract notions of decorum.

I wasn’t deterred by those warnings. The thought of clones not only celebrating what self-autonomy they could but boasting that sense of individuality with unapologetic acts of rebellion offered a comfort both in ridding me of my own nervousness for adhering to the strict code of conduct dictated by rank in those first introductions as well as in the simple relief that they were allotted some glimpse of such freedoms at all. The variation in how closely these soldiers followed that code was staggering, fluctuating not just from legion to legion, but even between squads in the same platoon. Seeing some of the more reserved groups left me with a sense of gratitude for the men I’d initially found myself working with. Wolffe presented himself as some uncompromising, heartless tyrant, but the reverie and warmth that I'd so come to love amidst him and his men was evidence of just how deeply he cared.

But Wolffe wasn’t here. He hadn't offered to escort me like Boost had, a gesture I’d forced myself to turn down lest my first impression with my new squad present me as the weak, needy civi they surely expected. Still… I couldn't deny the deep disappointment, the confusion in how… clean our farewell had been… I hadn't expected tears… not from him, though I’d shed more than my share since learning of my reassignment, but he'd been so indifferent… cold… and that wasn't something I was used to from him… not anymore…

I tried not to focus on the shock that had stolen through me as he’d offered his hand when I'd moved in for a hug, tried to dismiss the ease with which he offered some rote semblance of gratitude for the work I’d done and platitudes toward my continued service with the GAR. I couldn't let myself focus on it, on him. He wasn't my commander anymore. I was no longer the medic of the 104th… For some unknown reason, a captain of the 501st had requisitioned me for a different squad altogether. None of it made sense, but I was in no position to voice objection to those orders. So, I walked through those sterile halls alone, cursing the way my heart pounded harder with each step toward the single room they'd been allocated in the stead of a proper barracks.

I'd read their files; studied reports of their unique abilities in addition to character evaluations that, even from the hands of a Kaminoan were… colorful, and I didn't doubt that they’d been granted ample warning about me, as well. I hadn't decided yet if the incredible strengths they were preported to possess were reassuring or frightening, and tried not to let myself form any conclusions until after at least meeting them.

The door to their room opened without preamble or warning, the software controlling it apparently already recognizing me as a squad member with full access. I stared into the jumble of gear and cables and miscellaneous supplies strewn between beds and tables and couches that certainly weren't regulation for several seconds too long, frozen in both surprise and confusion long before finally realizing that, as cluttered as the room was, it lay utterly empty before me.

Frowning, I slipped my helmet back on, eyes flicking to the chrono. I wasn’t late, nor was I inappropriately early… Glancing once more around the room, I also noticed a striking lack of footlockers at the base of each bunk…

Frown growing even harsher, I stepped back and started quickly toward the hanger. There was a mission already assigned to us, but we weren't slated to depart for several hours… My jaw tensed at the obvious conclusion I tried not to let myself draw, strides just short of rushed. I’d been so focused on what first impression I’d wanted to present that it never dawned on me how readily they'd use the opportunity to fully illustrate their apparent disinterest. Part of me wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, to grant excuse for an unintentional mistake, but inventing such excuses would only lead to the creation of an endless cycle of similar events, and I had no intention of falling into that role, nor did I intend to make it easy for them to dismiss me so effortlessly, pace growing faster as I finally neared the hanger.

Their ship stood out among the far more popular LAATs, sharp fins boasting an elegance abandoned by the more utilitarian transports around it. I could just make out a pair of figures carrying crates up the ramp. The first quickly vanished within the cabin upon seeing me, but that quick glance was enough for me to note the shear mass of him, thick legs moving with surprising quiet as those final steps quickened to hide him from sight. The man behind him made no such effort to escape as I approached, dark helm tilting with an air of disdain I didn't need to see his eyes to feel.

“Think you've got the wrong ship.” His voice sounded almost hoarse, words drawn out with a slight drawl from lips clearly twisted into a scowl behind the cover of his bucket.

“Afraid not.” There was no apology in my retort, nor did I try to hide my own annoyance as I looked up at him. “I'm-"

“Don't care.” He interrupted, already turning back toward the cargo hold. “This isn't a cruise ship. Go play nurse somewhere else.” I felt the snarl pull at my face, shoulders pulling sharply back as I drew in a short breath to fuel my reply, but another man stepped out from the ship, strides deceptively laxed beneath a haughty stance, arms loose, torso leaned back just enough to give the impression that he was looking down on me despite his slightly shorter statute compared to the others, and I forced myself to release that breath in silence as I turned my attention to him.

“Thought we were supposed to meet at your barracks half an hour ago.” It wasn't a question.

“Must've missed that briefing.” My jaw clenched at the subtle, mocking lilt in his smoky voice.

“You certainly didn't miss the one about Scipio…” I muttered too quietly for the mic to pick up, but the barely perceptible tension that stole through him assured me he'd heard every word, proving the report of his enhanced hearing shockingly accurate. The home planet of the banking clan was, by all political standings, far removed from the war, thus any form of military presence could be grounds for far reaching repercussions. My knowing the location of their next mission was evidence enough of my place here, and he knew it.

I let that silence linger a moment, head tilting down just enough to indicate my impatience toward whatever hazing they’d planned, and to let him know that I knew he'd heard me.

“Seems like you intended on an early start. If your medbay is fully stocked, then I'm ready to go as soon as you are.” I let out a slow breath before I said it, tone reluctantly gentling into an unspoken olive branch I had to convince myself he deserved as I reached up to remove my helmet. He watched me for several seconds, and I loathed the way my skin crawled at that nauseating sensation of being studied, judged; of the unsettling certainty that I would never measure up to the impossible standards granted through a lifetime of training and meticulous genetic design, but I didn’t shy from the emotionless black crescent of his visor.

“It's stocked.” He finally replied, voice stiff, begrudgingly removing his helm as well. He looked so nearly identical to Wolffe and the others… but… not exactly. Beyond the startling half mask of faded ink, I could spot some differences. His nose was bigger, if only just, the already pronounced ridge even more prominent. The arch of his brows was softer, and his jaw slightly narrower. It was his eyes, however, that threatened to paralyze me.

I’d been to feral planets before; found myself the prey of frightfully dangerous beasts. Staring at him carried that same sense of dread, of danger. Here was a predator. He was stronger than me, faster than me, and I’d come to invade his home.

Without another word, he turned and tread back into the sanctum of his ship, and I knew it was the closest to a welcome I was going to get.

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[rowan-apollo]

hey, i just finished arcane, and i saw one of your posts about you headcanoning jayce as having ocd. as someone with ocd, i also got this idea like during the scene where he's in the ravine struggling to survive; the way the sequence makes a lot of his actions repeating and tense, the constant thoughts in his head about/from the people he's wronged.. i immediately decided that this man was going to be the subject of my mental health issue projection

i wanted to ask what other times in the show you believe could be an indication of this headcanoned ocd? that was the only scene that really stuck out to me when it comes to this, so what have you noticed in his character that draws this conclusion?

jayce is very obsessive about magic in season 1, our introduction to him is when he is at the lowest point of his life because hes been told he has to stop experimenting with it. so obsessive about it that his mother steps in during the trial and goes "my son isnt in his right mind" because, lets face it, he isnt!! and then he is in the ACT of killing himself because he couldn't do it anymore. viktor acts as a stabilizing force in his life, quite literally saving him from jumping. Generally, he seeks reassurance very often from Mel and his mother. Also, that bracelet he touches so often. in the cave, of course, he dwells on everything hes done over the last few months. I think being alone was what made him go completely bonkers: he was without that reassurance. but ocd is a very mental thing so its hard to completely tell signs of it in him :')

[callistoscope]

harvey’s one and only kink is being loved. Tenderly.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I actually made this post after watching the twilight video. She goes over a lot of different reasons people might read romance novels. Not just the stuff she talks about in the first section.

However, in my opinion she still doesn’t cover the full spectrum of reasons people might read romance and mostly sticks to oddly old fashioned psychoanalysis. She also displays a mild lack of misunderstanding of asexuality and aromanticism. She acknowledges that these things exist but seems uncurious about how they might interact with what she’s talking about. Which is fine. Not every video essay needs to appeal to every group. However, I do think it’s indicative of how narrow her lens is here.

She does things like present Leviticus 20:13 (If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall be put to death; their blood is upon them.) completely out of context to prove her point about religion and death. That verse doesn’t refer to homosexuality as we now understand it, but likely refers to Greek and Latin traditions of using young boys and slave men for prostitution. It is not, in fact, a death sentence prescribed for consenting relations between two adults. This doesn’t necessarily mean that Jewish society during the Persian period wasn’t homophobic. In fact, there’s not an abundance of information about same sex relations in that society at all.

Do I think that she had to include all of that in the video? No. Do I also think that she took the verse out of context in order to prove her point in a similar way to conservative Christians that she often criticizes? Yes.

Her conclusion at the end of the video is also that gender is like yin and yang, that masculine exists within the feminine. She also calls seeing gender as a spectrum as “reductive” which I don’t necessarily disagree with, but I also find her view of gender to be reductive. She presents the idea that feminine exists within the masculine and vice versa as some new idea that nobody else gets when this is essentially the default view in more mainstream feminist circles and has been for a very long time. This is the model I was taught as a child by my parents who became educated in feminism in the 80s and raised me in the late 90s and early 00s. She seems to view non binary genders as existing between the yin and yang but still operating within it when in fact many non binary people, including myself, even though I also identify as a man, reject the idea that one is required to opt into the masculine/feminine duality at all, or even categorize things in this way. Of course, one is free to conceptualize gender this way if one one finds the idea of a duality helpful. I’m personally open to any number of ways of conceptualizing gender. However, presenting it as the way things are definitively kind of misses the point of what non binary people and gender non-conforming people in general actually say about ourselves.

In general, I often feel like contrapoints is a good introduction to certain basic concepts for cisgender people who have never thought too hard about gender and class before. However, her arguments are often slightly old fashioned and she takes things out of context. She also seems uncertain as to why other transgender people don’t really like her content. And while I do feel like she’s been unfairly criticized and dogpiled on in the past, a lot of her understandings of certain topics seem to be slightly stuck in the past. She’s just modern enough in her arguments to seem well educated to mainstream cis leftists but to other queer people and leftists that fall outside of the neat boxes she displays in front of you, she seems a bit out of touch with a narrow focus. Like she never quite gets the basketball in the hoop.

I feel like whenever I watch contrapoints videos I’m left at the end with the distinct impression that Ms. Natalie is always just slightly missing the point of non binary people. Like she keeps missing the dartboard entirely but also she’s so close to that dartboard.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

The Promised Neverland 8th Anniversary Art by Posuka Demizu [Complementary piece]

[jameslongforjimshortforgabriel]

our english teacher assigned us a literary analysis essay but ive barely read any books recently so i asked him if i could do it on a show and he said yes........... i am SO gonna redo my claudia eparvier essay

[ride-thedragon]

Idk guys, the way Nettles narrative arc ends with her as a completely unbound dragon diety outside the grasps and power given by house Targaryen might be proof that she isn't Valyrian.

[blackcurrant-juice]

stem student tries writing humanities essay for the first time. instant brain anuerysm

[age-of-moonknight]

“Vengeance Never Dies,” Moon Knight: City of the Dead (Vol. 1/2023), #5.

Writer: David Pepose; Penciler: Marcelo Ferreira; Inker: Jay Leisten; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[algumaideia]

In hoo, Rick really went hard with this whole Nico ostracization thing. Everyone was uncomfortable with him, everyone thought he was creepy, everyone didn't like to be around him. And all of this with Nico simply existing. His aura of death were enough to make him constantly othered. It had nothing to do with his personality, how he coped with his trauma, or how he presented himself, all his actions were deemed as creepy just because. There was a clear lack of compassion and sympath when it was about him, the lens with all the characters looked him were always negative.

And the thing is that with most characters having those views of Nico, almost none of them going through a journey of redemption and those prejudices being treated as a thing that came with meeting Nico it becomes difficult to believe Nico would find a place where he could be fully accepted. I mean people who were nice to him and loved him, that he could find, but not an intire place, an intire community because this goes against to how Rick shows people see and react to Nico.

All of this leading to Nico's self-hatred and lack of self-acceptance. When he talks to Jason after Cupid, he talks like everything is wrong with him, everything makes him not being able to be accepted: his godly heritage, his original time, his sexuality. He sees all those things that are part of him as simply characteristics that make him more othered, only through those lens.

But the thing is that we know the characters can not have problem with this. They all love Hazel, and if it is about the Death part Hazel and Percy almost fell in love with Tatanus, we see a lot of queer characters through the series that are accepted with no problem.

Rick made the problem to be about Nico. But it is not his fault, he is not doing anything to not be accepted. In this scenario always chasing and punishing yourself for not being able to find a community, which Nico does, is useless. Nico will never find complete acceptence, most people will find him creepy and won't like him. And Nico beating himself up because of it just means the person who has no fault suffers the most.

I believe Nico accepting that it was people who had a problem and not him and learning to just don't give a damn to those people would be way better than giving him a boyfriend and shoving him into a place that made him feel unwelcomed.

Nico loving himself and understanding that most people are missing the amazing person he is and loving deeply the small group of people that love him back is the happy ending he deserved and that he could get.

[smute]

lol. lmao even. guess what my final word count was

yeah 🤡 absolute clowncore is how i would describe my original plan. as well as the quick mafs it was based on

[newtness532]

i know that graduating one semester later is not that big of a deal and i haven't made any plans about what comes next so it doesnt even make a difference. so why does it feel just so terrible

[poetryqueer]

planning document must be going well I just said the words “explaining the endurance of Platonism could be the life I’m living” to myself. Alone. At 2:30am. Because yeah. Could be.

[diamondsandtoads]

wrote for 5 hours today :))))) FINALLY FINISHED MY ROUGH DRAFT OF CHAPTER 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tetsuskei]

i forgot to say this like yesterday but it’s been one whole year since i official met ace in one piece 🥹