#write away my dear

[letitbehurt]

Nonverbal/Nonspeaking Whumpees. And all that this entails.

[prince-liest]

I got a government grant from a clean air project for turning in my '97 Corolla for a very hefty chunk of money off of a new (or new-ish) hybrid vehicle from an approved dealership, finally went to purchase my new car today with my dad, and ended up getting a 2025 Toyota Camry SE.

Sorry, Alastor, I think I'm with Vox on the front of technological advancement, ahaha. It's almost a 30 year jump in car technologies and I damn well feel like I've upgraded into the new century (or, well - millennium, technically)! This car does so many things and they all manage to feel like they are actually convenient rather than useless technology bloat. I think this is technically what Nietzsche meant when he said that to live is to suffer, LOL. Can't appreciate the good stuff if you haven't experienced the alternative! Also, y'know. My breaks lost pressure on me in the middle of a winding mountain road with no cell service last month, so. That was the sign to move on.

It's so wild to go from a car that's got a plain metal key, a phone charger operated through the cigarette lighter that only succeeds in making my phone lose charge more slowly, an AC system that would vibrate the whole dashboard alarmingly if it had to work too hard, and music that I played through a casette tape with bluetooth connectivity...to a car where I get in, put my phone down on the wireless charging pad, and watch the touchscreen automatically turn on with my Spotify and Google maps. Never again am I going to accidentally leave my headlights on and drain my car battery, LOL. Thanks, battery-attached jumper cables, you served me well. The car is so damn quiet and smooth, too.

Also, it's a very pretty car! I got it in white. Sorry, "windchill pearl."

Anyway, I'm just experiencing a delightful bit of awe and joy. Happy graduation and early birthday to me! <3

[caterpillarinacave]

btw if youre talking about a character and erase their canon disability I'm biting you. not in, like, an affectionate way. more like in an "I hate you" way.

[grishaverse-chaos]

hmmm something about dominik haunting the narrative in king of scars. everything nikolai does is at least a little bit for him. he learns about the life of average ravkan people by meeting dominik's family. he starts gaining influence in politics just so he can improve dominik's life. and then he promises dominik that he won't let ravka break him.

that promise fucking haunts him. it follows him wherever he goes. it's the driving force behind everything he does, every step he takes to heal the centuries-old wounds in ravka. it's what drives him to do better, be better.

dominik is always there, in the back of his mind: this country gets you in the end. always pushing him to do more, because he couldn't save dominik and so he has to save ravka (for dominik) (because he promised) (because he loved him)

[save-the-villainous-cat]

I have a request (if you’re still taking them)

Hero x villain but yk the trope of “oh shit I’m almost dying, my enemy is my only option” instead “oh shit I’m dying, I might be ok at home; how convenient that my enemy is here”

:) 🕯️candle as payment (I love your writing sm btw, just 🥰🥰🥰)

It was laughable. Hilarious. Ridiculous.

Halfway home the hero had noticed something stinging in their stomach. It wasn't enough to concern them, though it felt like they were going to die a horrifc death any second. Sharp moments of pain were much too familiar to them to heed. In truth, they were surprised their body had made it this far.

Then, on the subway, they noticed something sticky. At first, they tried to ignore the warm feeling that was evolving into a scorching hot nightmare under their clothes. They didn't dare to reach under their jacket and feel what was going on. So, they got off the subway, ignored the cruel pain. It took them long to get home today, terribly long but they didn’t really mind that either. Everything seemed like a fever dream but that could’ve also been the weather's fault, right?

And then, when they turned around the corner and bumped into a guy, pain exploded in their stomach, so hard, so nauseating it made them want to throw up. It occurred to them on their doorstep that maybe they weren’t alright. And really, as they reached under their shirt, they felt the blood.

Once they were home, they threw themselves onto the couch, taking in a deep burning breath. Somehow everything spun around them. They were dying. It was so overwhelming they were too incensed to actually do something. All of it had happened so quickly. Their jacket was soaked in red soup.

“Boo.”

“Holy shit—” The hero nearly got a heart attack. A blurred version of their nemesis towered above them, clearly interested in what was happening. The hero’s voice was screeching metal. “Don’t do that.”

“What…” The villain eyed the wound, their eyes calculating. Their playful smirk fell and got replaced with an honest frown. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, I—” The hero didn’t finish the sentence. But they hissed in agony. There were tears in their eyes. They felt weak and pathetic. They didn’t want this. They wouldn’t survive this. There was only one way left. “Please kill me.”

The villain glared at them.

“No fucking way,” they said.

“Please—”

“No.”

The villain pushed them down harshly which made them sigh even more pathetically. With quick hands, the villain managed to take off the jacket and shirt.

“Please…” the hero whispered. They felt the villain’s warm hands on them. A gentle touch in a mad situation. It was a glimpse of heaven, the hero thought. They looked down at their stomach and realised how much blood loss they actually had endured.

“Fuck…” the villain mumbled. “Not you too…”

“Wait, what do you…” The hero couldn’t keep their eyes open. “…what do you—”

They grabbed the villain’s wrist as hard as they could and started squeezing.

“Please.”

“No,” the villain said. “Sleep.”

That was unfair. The villain ruled over sleep and dreams. They could make nightmares come to life, they could make people sleep for centuries. They could numb people, turn them into maniacs from insomnia. It was insane.

And that’s all they needed. A command. One command and the hero passed out.

They awoke after what felt like seconds. Everything felt numb, everything swam in their head. They found themselves in their own soft bedding and when they turned around, they bumped into a sleeping villain.

It didn’t take them long to blush.

“Go back to sleep,” the villain mumbled. Not a sleeping villain, then.

The hero looked down at themselves and surprisingly so, they were in perfect condition. Their skin was healed. No blood. No scars. Nothing.

Maybe all of it had been a dream the villain had created.

“Don’t go in the bathroom, it looks like I slaughtered a pig,” the villain murmured into the pillow. “Come here.”

The hero obeyed and pulled the blanket up to their nose, their body close against the villain’s. They’d been in intimate situations before but this…

“You alright?” the villain whispered.

“I’m perplexed. What happened?” The hero didn’t even mind the proximity. They just wanted answers.

“You had a parasite that fed on your powers,” the villain said groggily.

“What?” the hero screeched. They wished they would’ve died. This was worse than death.

“Alien parasite. Eating powers.”

“That’s disgusting.” They squeezed their eyes shut and tried to push that image away. Something living inside of them. They needed to puke.

“It is.”

“Oh god, I’m gonna throw up.” They covered their mouth with their hand and sat up in bed again.

“Don’t,” the villain groaned. “You’re not the first one to have it and you won’t be the last.”

“I’m seriously gonna throw up,” they said. They felt their throat tighten, felt the tears coming, the saliva…

“Not on me, pretty please,” the villain answered. They put a hand on the hero’s back and suddenly, all those horrible feelings washed away. They supposed it was some sleep magic or something. “Easy. You did well. You’re okay.”

The hero took in a deep breath.

“Those parasites don’t look like animals, they’re like a smooth black ball that absorbs energy.”

“That’s not helping me,” the hero said. They were so overwhelmed. Parasite? The villain next to them? “How did you kill it?”

“I made a bargain.”

“What does that mean?” the hero said. They were so desperate for answers it hurt.

“Please let us rest, I’ll tell you everything in a few hours. It’s been a long night.” They grabbed the hero’s waist and held them as if they were two lovers. They pulled them closer, their chin on the hero’s forehead.

“Last thing, why are we sleeping in one bed if I may ask?”

“Heals you.” The villain shrugged. “And you’re the only one who can make me fall asleep.”

pt. 2

[ping-ski]

Hewwo!!! :3 I hope you are having an amazing day, here is a whole plate of cupcakes! Would it be possible for you to share a few lore details about your Eclipsed By You AU story? I keep looking at the designs and I am so curious about what will be happening, I would wish to nibble on tiny lore crumbs, pretty please?

ama!! hihi! ! i meant to answer your ask much sooner! anyways, since you asked so nicely (and because i am pathetically weak to any sweets </3) prepare for some SERIOUS yappage under that cut

✦ AuDHD demands that I explain EBY origins before any details but you can totally skip this if you want! (Scroll till you see blue text! :3) So... Eclipsed By You was intended to be au/fic just for myself after work when I first got into DCA. I literally was pantsing a self-insert fic from just gameplay, voicelines, and a collection of scenarios I wrote in my notes app before I actually interacted with the DCA fandom lol. I was already in the process of writing it to be a proper fic and planned to make an AO3 acc to post it! I took some time away from it tho cause I got busy irl. During my break I did start to interact more the fandom! The first proper DCA fic I read was 'Solar Lunacy' by BamSara a few months back as a recommendation from a mutual I had from another fandom. I had told them about my fic idea and they suggested I read the fic as my fic had reminded them of SL. After reading through, I was kind of bummed initially because I really didn't think I had anything unique to offer with my own fic that I was hoping to share. I stopped writing it cause damn comparison truly is the thief of joy. SL and EBY had similar ideas going on and I just didn't feel like it was worth posting my fic cause it didn't feel "special" to me anymore. It was easy to give up since writing is really not my strong suit at all, so then I fell back to just drawing! I only came back to it despite the 19 other DCA aus I have lined up rn cause honestly I remembered that wrote it for my own enjoyment! Why did that have to change? Albeit, I did scrap lots of what I initially wrote and started fresh cause my interpretation of DCA changed. Regardless, EBY was always going to be a self-indulgent DCA/Reader fic taking place at the Pizza Plex. Sure not anything original, but that's just a fact of being a creative in general tbh. I felt silly when I realized that haha. I'm having fun and they make me smile, so who cares if its been done before lol. I still enjoy Solar Lunacy and still am a fan of BamSara! (the cotl content has been fueling me lmao)

✦ Some bits on Eclipsed By You- The main part of your ask lol! ✿ On the au/fic name: I actually stole it from another au (of the many) I have. No particular reason for it! I was writing EBY and that au around the same time and alternated working on the two throughout the day. That au is now nameless (actually it's nicknamed "Messiah" as I type) cause EBY grew onto me for what it is now! ✿ On DCA's designs: This might be kind of disappointing lol but- there isn't much of a lore/plot reason for their designs? They just look that way cause... why not :3 It's also part of just how I interpret DCA into my artstyle. Otherwise, they can be interpreted as the canon designs early on! Atleast until some future upgrades! ✿ When in SB are we? Everywhere /hj. EBY will have some pre-virus and post-virus stuff just for funsies! I'm dying to yap but if I say anymore I will get carried away 100%. ✿ On EBY!Eclipse: For this au, Eclipse is his own "person" you could say. With his own AI and personality chip to pair! Carefully built to be a dedicated host and theater bot. He is, including Sun and Moon, the entertainment <3. They are a singular animatronic in this fic! (like those 3 in 1 soaps except it's DCA /j) ✿ On EBY!Y/N: (EBY is a reader-insert, but intended to be written as gender neutral and an adult.) Y/N gets their own bit of lore and issues that may or may not be the stress/frustration from my 2 irl jobs thinly veiled lmao. They work part-time at the Plex as a general theater staff member! Each week, their tasks rotating between concessions, being an usher, and working along side the theater bots! (Kind of like a theater tech.) This is a part-time job just to keep them afloat while they work on their last bit of certifications and training to be a caretaker! They are pretty passionate about helping those in need. A sweetheart honestly. Though, if you don't like kids, maybe look away. Wholesome moments with the littles and DCA + Y/N is pretty decent with kids themselves. (Lots of projection from my own experiences working with children and elderly, as a caregiver turned caretaker. I kind of want to highlight some of my experiences with Y/N.) ✿ On EBY!Sun and Moon: These two are goofballs alongside Eclipse through and through. They all get to be sweet, soft, and doting I promise. Originally, before scrapping a good chunk of the og writing, EBY had a beloved sweetheart anxous Sun and aggressive Moon who was kind of an asshole(Before the rewrite, EBY felt so different. Like everyone was just tolerating eachother and fragments being held together with glitter glue n' dreams. I am very very glad it's different now lol.) Eclipse stayed fairly consistent though. Sweet house husband that he is. Now, Sun is just as unhinged as Moon (making him just as much as a threat!), but we will persevere with the power of friendship <3 We're gonna have some aloof Sun moments. He takes his job pretty seriously! Some goofy Moon bits who's giggles are light and airy. He is very unserious I fear. They're both trying their best, in their own ways. There's not much I can say rn without spoiling haha. It's hard to stay vague hrm. Or atleast I can't think of anything specific to add right now. (I may be able to answer some specific questions if you have any, my brain is just foggy rn) ✿ I'm simplifying it down to your "typical pizza plex fic" with pre-virus and post-fire shenanigans. I'm sorry if none of that is telling I can't think of anything specific cause I'm pretty sleepy rn so maybe it's a little boring sounding but I love it anyways haha Expect some canon-typical violence and non-sexual intimacy! I have intentions on writing the relationship between Y/N and DCA ambiguous so it can be seen as queerplatonic or romantic. (But this could very easily changed, I'm a shameless robokisser sigh.)

[dootznbootz]

Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

[anawrites3]

For @littlefaefeather who asked "For the latest writing game, maybe Tim and Damian wrangling kittens out in Batcow’s barn?"

"Come on, guys, it's dangerous here!" Tim lamented, grabbing carefully the kitten hidden behind Batcow's leg.

The cow didn't so much as move at the commotion around her, just kept blinking and chewing the grass but she could seriously hurt one of the kittens if she took even one wrong step.

The kitten meowed at Tim, as if trying to argue, and as soon as he put it down in a box that would serve as their transport, the kitten tried to climb back out again.

"Can you settle for just a moment-" He sighed, just as Damian appeared by his side with a kitten on his own.

"Make haste, Drake." The boy scolded him with a frown. "Someone may come here soon and see us."

"I can't believe you sneaked in a whole box of kittens." Tim dragged his hand down his face. Another kitten started playing with his pants' leg. "And no one even saw you do it. Bruce will be so pissed when he finds out."

"Father doesn't have to know anything." Damian made sure the kitten got safely into the box before crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you suggest I was meant to do, Drake? Just leave them in that dark alley?"

Another sigh left Tim's lips. No, he supposed, it wouldn't be right to just leave them there. Not to mention that Damian would never let an animal get hurt if he could help it.

But it didn't mean that he should've just brought the whole box of kittens back home - home that already was quite full with all the other animals he rescued. Bruce won't be happy. Alfred might actually get annoyed at this point.

"And what are you planning to do next?" Tim asked, instead of answering and busied himself with getting another troublemaker. This one was doing its best to climb over a bucket. "You can't just hide them forever in your room."

"Of course not." Damian sniffed. "I just need two more days."

"And after those two days…?"

"Richard comes to visit."

Ah.

Tim snorted a laugh, making Damian scowl even more.

"Good thinking." He admitted. If there was someone who would be able to convince both Alfred and Bruce to do anything, it was Dick. And there was no way Dick would say no to Damian. "Alright, let's hurry this up. Then I can help with distracting Bruce while you bring them back to your room."

Damian nodded, as close to the thanks as he would give Tim, and they got back to work without another word.

[dubacheryking]

It seems like you really like the IT book( it 1986), so do you remember Eddie Corcoran’s story from chapter 6. Because like his chapter is for real one of the most heartbreaking chapters in the whole book and he’s like so underrated for no reason. Soooo like what’s your opinions on him and other little interesting thing like that lol.

:)

oh my GOG tbh i think eddie corcoran's death is straight up the most horrifying part of the book. like if u put a gun to my head and said "what part of IT 86 do u find the most stomach churning" THATS IT RIGHT THERE. no one ever really talks abt it by 90% of the fandom on here is movie based and they dont FUCKING include it for some godawful reason (i can understand the 1990 ver not including it specifically for censorship reasons, since it was the 90s and also made for tv and ALSO cut to 3hrs lol) but like. the fact that it wasnt in the movies is criminal tbh.

but i digress.

as for opinions and such regarding the corcoran boy.... i mean, we get next to nothing abt him. what we know is a) his stepdad is an abusive piece of shit b) he had a younger brother that he seemingly cared about deeply (SOBS) c) his pos stepdad killed his baby brother (LIKE ACTUAL BABY. A 4YO???? FR????) d) his death was horrific. theres a little bit more but but but i havent reread that chapter recently so some of it is certainly escaping me. i wish there was more about him as an actual person, but i also understand that w the book already being a billion pages long there is only so much small details that could actually be included, and the history of derry and main story obvs will trump this specific smaller story--but like, fr, i want to know more abt eddie. we know he was terrified of the thing from the black lagoon (fair) and obvs holds a lot of fear and anger and guilt regarding dorsey's death, we know hes abused, we know how he dies. its a weird paradox of being very close to this character (in terms of his pov at the time, being in his head and all just like w any of the main losers) and being extremely removed (we know nothing abt his internal life beyond what his abuse brings out). which. frankly it's somewhat genius bc, yeah, abuse DOES tend to stifle the actual personality/interests of the person being abused and DOES like literally fuck w the brain chemistry and processessing of a child (source: happened to me lolololol), but its also heartbreaking that all we know him as is One of The Missing. he can never be more. its fucked.

soooo . this got away from me. sorry if it makes little to no sense ill just do a small bit on my thoughts summarized HERE:

i wholeheartedly agree that eddie corcoran's death is like. the worst part of the story. listening to it makes me legit sick to my stomach in a way NO OTHER PART OF THE BOOK DOES. LEGIT. and i think the main reason for that is while cosmic horror space clown spider thing is fake, duh, and more obviously used as a stand in for trauma and specifically for childhood trauma and the lasting effects that it has on our psyche, eddie's death is REAL. dorsey's death is REAL. we see, in grusome, up close detail, the actual consequences of abuse and how it destroys people's lives--specifically children's. we see how the complacency of those around such families (eddie's mom, the teachers, the principal, the town of derry at large) contributes to the horrific mistreatment of the most vulnerable, and how NONE OF THEM suffer any consequences for their lack of action. the section ends with eddie's mother getting access to his savings, which amount to less than 20$. to do so, she has to have him legally declared dead, EVEN THOUGH THEY DO NOT HAVE A BODY. AND THAT'S FUCKED. SHE DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO MAKE SURE HE'S FUCKING DEAD BEFORE SHE DOES THIS, DOESN'T WANT THE CLOSURE, DOESN'T WANT TO LAY HIM TO REST, DOESN'T WANT A PLACE TO VISIT. I CAN'T. like obviously we see themes of abuse and neglect in the whole book, that's the whole point, but eddie's story is different. there is no winning. there is no escape. you can't spin it into a better life.

he's a kid, just like any of the losers, but to the universe, he's not 'special,' so his death doesn't matter. he could have been swapped in with any of the other characters--fuck, he literally shares the name of one of them!! and yet he's not, and because of that, he doesn't matter. his death effects no one. the only positive is that it reopens dorsey's case, and even then, the reopening of his brother's death almost entirely sweeps eddie under the rug. the town of derry turns away, and when the truth of dorsey corcoran's death is revealed, the shrug, go so very sad, and wipe their hands of it. just another child death at the hands of an adult monster, just another day.

[pink-lemonadefairy]

🌻 ₊˚⊹ ࿔ 🌳

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Need inspiration for your current project but unable to find the right song to inspire your writing? Set your ENTIRE PHONE on shuffle and let the magic happen! You might end up with some nightcore music you saved back in 2015 that have somehow travelled via SD card to every new phone, get psychic backlash from your Hamilton/Dear Evan Hansen/Be More Chill phases, realize that some of the covers from Glee still SLAP even if the writing is still questionable, suddenly remember a tv show you haven't watched in years via a piece of the soundtrack you downloaded, or somehow end up listening to a Eurovision entry from the 2000s that barely scraped the finale but that you for some reason ADORE

[meatmensch]

Jamie: I'm gonna buy the whole team PS5s. They'll fucking love me. Ted: Yeah, but, you know, some folks might also consider that buying affection. Jamie: Exactly. Yeah, what better thing to spend money on than love?

This exchange from S2E03 is really depressing. This is a learned behavior. His dad is scum of the Earth. We know from S3E06 that, when Jamie was in his teens, his dad was trying to act like a super-dad, and buying him stuff, like trips to Amsterdam, and tickets to matches, and sex. He thinks money equals love dawggg 😭

[yallwildinrn]

Chapter 7 of Snake in the Grass is now up!

Johnny makes a very new, unwanted, and unfortunate realization about himself that sends him spiraling and unable to trust the world around him. At least he can still find the time to go to the library during all of this.

[takeyourcyanide]

posting isn’t giving me any sort of sense of familiarity or stability in the foundation which makes sense given that everything has been replaced yet again but damn

[apple-grass-and-smiles]

First Sentence Game

I promised you I'd do this, @sisterofficerlucychen. It's only been 10 days, which is kind of a record for me.

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagging (hopefully I'm not misremembering that any of you write fic) @chenlucys, @violetsandmagpies, @daisyejones, @whitesunlars, and @electricbluebutterflies.

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Bearing the Unbearable Weight (The Rookie):

In the days immediately after the break-up (the collapse of her world) Lucy logs a record number of hours at the LAPD shooting range.

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Nothing More Than His Wife (The Rookie):

The new Mrs. Tim Bradford is haunted by a ghost. It follows her everywhere, popping up in the most random spots. The ghost is at the nearby Korean food truck, in her husband’s car, hanging out in the park they had a picnic at. The ghost is not a particularly malicious one, but Mrs. Bradford can’t help but feel like she’ll never measure up against it, against the specter of Lucy Chen. 

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i used to know my place was the spot next to you (now I'm searching the room for an empty seat) (The Rookie):

The hardest part of Lucy’s day is going to bed. Two weeks earlier, before the breakup, when going to bed meant making funny faces at Tim as they brushed their teeth together and slow kisses and cuddling, it had been the highlight of most days. She had looked forward to bed. Now she brushes her teeth alone and crawls into a bed that is just hers. Or almost just hers. 

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How I Show I Love You (The Rookie):

Tim doesn’t know the last time he spent time doing something solely because he enjoyed it (other than watching a couple hours of football each week). Never mind doing something fun with another person. And certainly never with a rookie who hadn’t even passed their one-year mark. But he also hasn’t trained someone like Chen before. 

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i get along without you some nights (Prodigal Son):

The Christmas tree was already up when Martin was… (Jessica was still trying to find the polite term for it, trying different ones on) taken away. Normally Jessica insisted on no hints of Christmas in the home until the Thanksgiving dinner had been cleared from the table, but Malcolm had campaigned valiantly to put it up early. As per usual, Ainsley had joined in, asking Jessica to make an exception to her rule and then Martin had given Jessica that look, the one that had been crumbling her resolve since the day they met. 

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Cotard's Delusion (or the Process of Being Resurrected) (The Rookie):

I am dead. It’s the only thought ringing in Lucy’s mind as she closes her eyes, leans her head forward, finding no place to rest in the barrel Caleb has determined will be her last resting place.

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Dirtying the Slates (The Rookie):

So, Bishop and Lopez, or mostly Lopez, rig the roundup so Tim wins. Interesting , Lucy thought. She twirled her ring on her finger for half a moment, considering if it was her place to comment or not, before throwing caution to the wind and interjecting. “Wait, uh, are you guys trying to rig it so that Tim wins?” (Rule one of getting information in an interrogation: start with a question you already know the answer to.)

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Wrapped Around Your Finger (Like a Ring) (The Rookie):

Chen would not stop messing with her ring and Tim was a matter of seconds from using his TO Voice to go and confiscate it. Even winning the round-up (again) hadn’t put him in a good enough mood that the reflection from the light of the food trucks bouncing off the opal ring wouldn’t annoy him. Chen clearly was not aware that her rhythmic movements meant he was hit in the eye by a reflected ray of light every four seconds. 

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In Search of Air (The Rookie):

During her sophomore year of college, Lucy had had to memorize all of the symptoms of a panic attack as listed in the DSM-V. Technically the assignment was just to learn four or five of the 13 listed in the manual, but Lucy, ever the perfectionist, had been determined to memorize them all, to always be just that much better at psychology than the people around her. So, when she found herself once again locking herself in one of Mid-Wilshire precinct’s utility closets, it was that list of 13 symptoms she thought back on. 

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Through a Glass Darkly (Prodigal Son):

Malcolm Whitly's favorite color has always been red. It’s warm and bright and passionate, just like him. It’s the first color you notice in any crowd. It calls out to you and then pulls you headfirst into its world. His father had a red sweater when Malcolm was about 10. It was the softest thing Malcolm had ever felt. Martin said he had had to throw it out one night after spilling tea on it, but Malcolm had always loved that sweater. He still does. He has spent the intervening years searching for one that was similar so he could buy one for himself. He has loved the color for almost three decades now with absolutely no sign of his opinion changing any time in the near future. Red reminds Malcolm of his father and he loves his father. 

Malcolm Bright's favorite color has been blue most of his life. It’s calming and stable and peaceful, all the things he strives to be. It’s a color that can fade into the background when needed but also draw your eye if you’re looking for it. It’s always there to be beside you when you need it. 

[sincerelyang3l]

Monday, January 22, 2024

I never understood what “feeling alone in a crowd” meant until I moved to [SCHOOL]. It doesn’t mean just being surrounded by strangers, no, it’s a peculiar kind of isolation that goes beyond that.

It means more than navigating the sea of unfamiliar faces. It’s the realization that you’re a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit into the bigger picture.

In a town where everyone seems to know everyone else, I’m the odd one out, just a newcomer grappling with the unspoken rules of “belonging”.

The bustling hallways became a backdrop to my own solitude.

In this town, feeling alone in a crowd, means standing at the epicenter of social whirlwind, and feeling like a mere spectator. It’s a nuanced emotion, one that goes beyond the absence of familiar faces, highlighting the struggle to find your place in a community that already has its dynamics well established.

You know?