#word 2003

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, so far so good on having reinstalled Word 2003 (my beloved 🤗) yesterday! Pros: I have access to my previous drafts and other WIPs but the main thing is that it's just so much more comfortable for me to write in. Cons: I have access to my previous drafts and other WIPs and so I've been working on THE WRONG THINGS. Instead of "15 Minutes" or "Recreation," I've gone back to one of my Mass Effect Andromeda fics. You know, that I have no plan to ever post or for anybody else to ever read?

Me @ my writing muse:

Oh well. It's weird but I ended up finding Gil to be a total comfort character, both in playing the game as to who to romance (I have to FIGHT the urge to have Scott romance him every single playthrough, just like I have to do for Sara and Reyes and Sara and Vetra), in vidding

(this one literally has some of my most favorite vidding scene/lyric matches, "then you smiled over your shoulder" at :32 is what made me want to even try this song in the first place, but I was really lucky with how many of the other actual scenes straight-up did fit, IMO: "for a minute I was stone-cold sober" right after that is genuinely what was emotionally happening there, "I knew I loved you then but I never showed" at :45 is also kinda honestly what Gil was doing; bonus shout-out to "even when we're ghosts" at 1:06 when the Tempest activates the Ghost Storm tech, lol)

and now in writing.

Oh well, at least I'm writing, right? Maybe I'll get this bit of ME:A Gil fic out of my system and then get back to my patiently waiting WIPs.

Silver Team: *looks around, sees Ais off faffing about on the Tempest*

No, guys, wait, I promise I'll be there ASAP!

See? Here I come right now, running right to get back to work!

Heh. 🤷‍♀️😇😉

[fuckyeslilkim]

Lil' Kim — What's The Word? / Came Back For You Music Video, 2003. [x]

[serene-sabo]

What's with the smirk? Something good happen? I saw him tonight. I saw my brother Al.

[operationandre]

andre answering his home phone and having to hear the worst news he’s ever received in his life.

cal committed. he didn’t wait until zero day. he didn’t warn andre. he didn’t do it with andre.

when andre hears the news, he drops the phone, listening to the plastic break as it hits the floor. he looks at the kitchen table, in his back pack, and in his jacket, but he cannot find his keys anywhere. fuck it. andre opens the door and begins running to the gabriel house.

his legs are sore from track and workouts, but andre can’t feel them. he feels like he’s flying. he’s getting too close to the sun, burning and burning until his wings completely melt.

when he gets to the gabriel house, about eleven blocks from the kriegman house, cal’s siblings are sat in the yard with some police officers while his parents are stood in each other’s arms while talking to another officer. his mom looks destroyed. his dad keeps glancing at the front door, waiting and hoping for his oldest son to stand up and walk out, begging for this entire thing to be a joke.

andre runs past them; he pushes officers away from him and almost punches one square in the nose. he makes it into the house and into the hallway that holds cal’s room. he can see inside. there is blood everywhere. cal’s face is destroyed.

despite all the destruction, andre swears he can feel cal’s heart beating, even from a distance. he feels it in the floor, in his chest, and in his head. he can hear it louder than his own heart.

after all of his running, andre collapses. his knees hit the ground with such force that they might break. he curls into himself, holding himself in an embrace that is impossibly tight.

the only things that stay still are andre’s eyes. everything else is moving around him and he’s shaking, but his eyes are still trained on the boy on the ground in front of him. the sight burns itself into andre’s brain. andre begs himself to look away, even clawing at his cheeks, but he genuinely cannot. it is horrifying.

in the moment, no one knows that andre will soon follow cal’s fate. they don’t know that the boys will share a wake. they don’t know that they will be buried next to each other only days apart.

[tmntkiseki]

There is something about Peter Laird referring to Raphael's mannerisms as "grumpy old man kind of behaviors" in this interview that makes me grin like an idiot and I don't know why.

[ribbuster]

which one do yall hate more the weak easily manipulated puppy andre fanon or the abusive only violent no other personality andre fanon

[butterfilledpockets]

the dude-dles

(some warmup doodles of the B.E.N.T)

↓full page ↓

this shitheads own the only hammer capable of shattering my art block

[honorthysalad]

Flashback to the time I showed my friend who doesn’t watch anime Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 and then Brotherhood, and she asked why they bimbofied Edward.

She kept saying “if this was other edward, he would’ve fixed this problem already”.

[tmntismdoodls]

ginormous brain

[tmnt-on-the-mind]

they’re taking a nap :)

[the-catmans-offical-2]

I think about this scene a lot. Genuinely.

[obsessive-jan]

Fernando's Brazilian gp crash 2003

[nemainofthewater]

There are so many excellent child actors in cdrama! I have defined child actor as an actor under 18 at time of filming, and the way that the candidate list is set out is Character Name | Actor Name (Show)

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

[manyunhappygreenies]

Just thinking about 2003 turtles not being related to Hamato Yoshi in any way shape or form and how their last names are just "Splinterson" not Hamato

And how 2003 Splinter is literally the best father to the turtles because he is separated from generational trauma and actually attended to their needs

[operationandre]

A Study of Andre Kriegman;

a poem written by me.

He was a beautiful dog,

sharp toothed and quick to bite,

but a disgusting boy in the eyes of humankind.

He had been born feeble, impressionable.

Could he have been saved if trained right?

If he had been kept in his cage longer?

There was something rotten inside him

that hadn’t been released with a bullet to his head.

It would live with him forever.

It would turn his bark into a bite,

and his bite into a gnawing, guttural cry.

He would grow teeth, though his bones had long stopped working.

He came home with his own blood in his mouth,

his teeth in his head, and his brains on the floor.

He was coming home. He had returned.

A mess of bone and warmth and love shaped into a man

had now been reverted back to its original state.

Only now was he contained, a box underneath the ground.

And his parents asked,

Had they smothered him in love?

Had they planted a flower and watered it

until it could no longer grow?

Had they taken away his reality,

making him only focused on clawing his way back to the surface?

While those around him had younger siblings,

small children destined to shape themselves after them,

he had no one.

He had no one to take after him,

no one to grow up with the memory of him,

just three people who now lived their lives to forget him.

Life will move on.

His apron will be thrown away,

but his name tag will be saved and hidden away,

his hand prints in flour will haunt you.

There will be an empty space, dark and vast,

but it will be avoided, maneuvered around.

His heartbeat had once pounded furiously,

blood rushing through him in anger as well as happiness,

but nobody had opened their eyes to see the second half of him.

The story of his life did not just end,

the binding of the book had been removed,

and used to create stories of a young monster.

No arms would wrap around him,

for his skin was serrated, torn to pieces by his love.

His weakness was his devotion.

His devotion was his demise.

It was the blood next to him, the blond hair laid next to his brown locks.

It was the face next to him on tape.

[vechter]

dick grayson & roy harper in outsiders (2003) annual #1

character thesis btw like i have so many thoughts on dick's relationship with atonement versus penance. bc they're not the same, but especially for him!!