#that's the reason

[carmineskiesandspidereyes]

I don't know how it happened but asexual Albert DaSilva is now one of the strongest headcanons I carry on me

I think it was in part because I came across a lot of posts, all of which pointed out that crutchie was always "the ace one" of the newsies, and explained the many issues that arise around disabled characters in fandom spaces. How how they often get reshaped, infantalized and almost always de-sexualized because of ableism. I read all those and went "hang on--yeah-! that's bullshit!"

... but then i thought. huh. which of the newsies would be ace then...?

And like a premonition, it bloomed in my mind:

"A pretty girl?"

"a leg a' lamb."

[iwannascreameurekaa]

I came back to my history class after missing a whole unit, participated in a competition about said unit, and won

[sparkly-caroline]

Reminder to you guys, BLANK BLOGS DNI, those are a HUGE red flag to me

Sorry buddy but if your blog is blank + you got no banner + no description + no profile pic, I'm gonna think you're a bot and block you, that's just how it's gotta be

One or two reblogs is enough, but please put SOMETHING there, please and thank you

[pxrifiedmxniac]

"So I woke up today and found this little one on my bed. Don't have the heart to tell her to leave, so she's just gonna be staying here." Ryuko casually spoke while holding up a smaller, chibi-fied version of herself.

The little one doesn't even say anything and just blinks.

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood - random snippet

Fluffy, oversized turtleneck melding too well with the bruised gray of the walls, he would know Odea anywhere. And she was weeping, sobbing, convulsing with every choked cry until she toppled under the strain of them.

Ron was at her side before she hit the carpet, holding her up and ignoring the black-tinged tears sure to stain his scrubs. “Now, now it’s alright. I’ve got you.” He soothed, smoothing the wet, auburn mat her hair had become but all attempts to free her thin bangs from her glasses only made them worse—she was a mess and he was going to have to let her stay that way.

“Ron, I,” She whimpered into his shoulder, too quiet, too shaky to be the woman he knew, “I don’t know where I am.”

He held her closer, “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, honey…but you’re at work.” She snorted and he smiled. “You did make some fine coffee before you went wherever you did and turned the halls into a funhouse though, if you’re still up for a story.”

[strhwaberries]

a year ago i was at sunmi's concert having a really great time but this year i feel so depressed, i have nothing to look forward to, i don't even find it fun to come here anymore :((

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

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[entertainment]

world dream day you say?? 😏🤤

TOM STURRIDGE as Dream of the Endless The Sandman 1.01: “Sleep of the Just”

[ravenkings]

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[theacidrop]

Saving this for later... For... Uh...

Reasons...

Writing Description Notes: Physical Pain

Updated 6th June 2024 More description notes

It was as if his bones were made of glass, shattering into a million pieces with every movement and sending waves of sharp, shooting pain coursing through his limbs.

His muscles screamed in protest with every step, each movement sending jolts of electric pain shooting through his body.

The ache settled deep into his bones, a dull, persistent throb that seemed to resonate with every heartbeat.

Every inch of his body felt tenderized, as if he had been used as a punching bag in a brutal workout session.

The sensation of blood trickling down his skin was a grim reminder of the violence he had endured.

His ribs screamed in protest with every breath, each inhalation a sharp reminder of the blows he had taken.

The world seemed to spin around him in a dizzying blur, his vision clouded by the stars of pain that danced across his field of vision with every movement.

A sharp, stabbing sensation shot through his lower back, making him wince.

Her temples throbbed with a relentless, pounding headache.

He clutched his side, pain radiating from the bruise with every breath.

Her muscles screamed in protest, the soreness a reminder of yesterday’s workout.

A burning ache spread through his chest, each heartbeat intensifying the agony.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the groan as pain flared in her twisted ankle.

His knuckles were raw and throbbing, evidence of the fight.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, a dull ache settling behind her eyes.

A searing pain lanced through his knee, nearly buckling his leg.

She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white as pain shot through her arm.

Her trembling hands betrayed the unyielding agony in her joints, a relentless companion.

Doubled over, he fought against the relentless cramps that seized his stomach.

A sudden, searing pain in her wrist forced her to relinquish her grip, the cup clattering to the ground.

Every step reverberated through her aching feet, a reflection to the miles she had traversed.

Rubbing his shoulder provided little respite from the persistent agony that gnawed at the joint.

A sharp sting on her finger brought fresh irritation, the paper cut a small but sharp reminder of vulnerability.

His tooth throbbed incessantly, a deep, pulsating ache that clouded his thoughts.

Each movement of her stiff and sore neck elicited a fresh wave of discomfort, a constant reminder of strain.

A stabbing pain in his chest made each breath a struggle, a reminder of mortality's grasp.

The throbbing in his hand, where the door had slammed shut, served as a relentless reminder of his own clumsiness.

A dull ache settled deep within her lower back, rendering even sitting a feat of endurance.

His leaden legs protested with every step, each movement a symphony of agony.

His head spun, the pain behind his eyes making it hard to focus.

Sharp pangs in her side served as a reminder of the physical toll of her exertion, a stitch from pushing too hard.

His throbbing ankle, swollen and tender, made each step a test of willpower.

Gritting her teeth against the shooting pain, she cursed the strain from overuse that tormented her wrist.

Pressing a hand to his chest, he felt the pain radiate outward in relentless waves, a reminder of vulnerability.

Her burning shoulder protested each movement, the pain a constant reminder of her injury.

He winced as sharp pains flared in his elbow, each movement a reminder of his body's fragility.

A deep ache throbbed in her hip, a persistent discomfort that refused to be ignored.

His fingers tingled with pain, a result of gripping the tool too tightly for too long.

[officialspec]

walkable cities also means sittable cities send tweet

[heywriters]

btw the majority of your life will be lived as a adult. yeah i don't make the rules. go have fun in your 40s or 70s or whatever. no one expects you to accomplish everything at 17 or 27. you've got time and in the meantime get some life experience, it will pay off

[enemywasp]

I'm sorry I keep posting my tiktok comments but please. What does this mean. What do people THINK shipping is for anymore???

[funkypeanutbear]

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this show rules sorry