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Hey Archivist, I offer you this pen in exchange for another one that isn't quite as...well, you know. I found this one on the floor of the Ancient Metaphysics section of the library, and it refuses to write down anything but questions. I tried to use it for my math homework and the ink rearranged itself into a pondering of existence itself. The ink is a nice glittery purple, though!
If we are trading pens that compel, you may as well take this matched set of mist-grey quills. Each wells with ink from no apparent source, and each one has its own quirks. The gold ink seems to project a vision of the words you’ve just written, hanging over the paper itself like an afterimage following a flash of light. The one that writes in turquoise ink keeps your inspiration flowing to a good stopping point: undoubtedly useful, but make certain you have cleared the afternoon just in case. The last, writing in a rather jarring green and purple, cannot write anything incorrect and may therefore be helpful with math homework (although after some initial testing on my part that seems to be restricted to the knowledge of the bearer, rather than a tool with which to determine the essential truths of the universe. Perhaps things you learned at one point and now can’t remember will still qualify?) They weaken kept apart, so I present them to you as a whole; I hope they are more helpful than the pen you give up.
we still visit the graves of the kids we used to be - judas h.
love as medicine (that only you can't seem to take) - judas h.
Voting as Fire Extinguisher
by Kyle Tran Myhre
When the haunted house catches fire: a moment of indecision.
The house was, after all, built on bones, and blood, and bad intentions.
Everyone who enters the house feels that overwhelming dread, the evil that perhaps only fire can purge.
It’s tempting to just let it burn.
And then I remember: there are children inside.
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Pro Tip: The Way You End a Sentence Matters
Here is a quick and dirty writing tip that will strengthen your writing.
In English, the word at the end of a sentence carries more weight or emphasis than the rest of the sentence. You can use that to your advantage in modifying tone.
Consider:
In the end, what you said didn't matter.
It didn't matter what you said in the end.
In the end, it didn't matter what you said.
Do you pick up the subtle differences in meaning between these three sentences?
The first one feels a little angry, doesn't it? And the third one feels a little softer? There's a gulf of meaning between "what you said didn't matter" (it's not important!) and "it didn't matter what you said" (the end result would've never changed).
Let's try it again:
When her mother died, she couldn't even cry.
She couldn't even cry when her mother died.
That first example seems to kind of side with her, right? Whereas the second example seems to hold a little bit of judgment or accusation? The first phrase kind of seems to suggest that she was so sad she couldn't cry, whereas the second kind of seems to suggest that she's not sad and that's the problem.
The effect is super subtle and very hard to put into words, but you'll feel it when you're reading something. Changing up the order of your sentences to shift the focus can have a huge effect on tone even when the exact same words are used.
In linguistics, this is referred to as "end focus," and it's a nightmare for ESL students because it's so subtle and hard to explain. But a lot goes into it, and it's a tool worth keeping in your pocket if you're a creative writer or someone otherwise trying to create a specific effect with your words :)
influencers don’t get it. sure you can stage beautiful pictures of your beautiful self in your beautiful house in expensive workout gear without ever going to the gym. take a mirror selfie that isn’t actually a mirror selfie. it’s you holding your phone with another camera on a timer. get your 500k instalikes. sell tea that makes us shit. vitamin supplements we piss out. you will never have the impact of a girl blogger with 10 likes on a post about the strawberries she got on sale at the grocery store today. i love when social media is a diary. i love you mundane expression. i love you pictures of pets i love you casual selfies i love you weird lighting. i love you diary entries. i love you alive girl
1. A Game of Thrones - George R. R. Martin / 2. The Lovers - Akseli Gallen-Kallela / 3. The Ballad of Reading Gaol - Oscar Wilde / 4. Deathless - Catherynne M. Valente
✧°⋆ 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞
————send in a word for a drabble or starter based on it.
abditory — a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place
alexithymia — the inability to express your feelings
alharaca — an extraordinary or violent emotional reaction to a small issue
aubade — a love song sung at dawn
balter — to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment
basorexia — the overwhelming desire to kiss
clinomania — excessive desire to stay in bed
forelsket — the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love
groak — to stare longingly at someone who is eating in the hope that they will ask you to join them
jayus — a joke so unfunny and poorly told that you can’t help but laugh
morosis — the stupidest of stupidities
nedovtipa — someone who can not take a hint
nepenthe — something that can make you forget grief or suffering
querencia — a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self
razbliuto — the sentimental feeling you have about someone you once loved but no longer do.
redamancy — the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full
retrouvaille — the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery
sphallolalia — flirtatious talk that leads nowhere
trouvaille — something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall
whelve — to bury something deep; to hide
Smut - | ☼ |
Fluff - | ♡ |
Angst - | ♥ |
The Return of an Empress | ☼ | | ♡ | | ♥ |
Genre: Isekai au, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut (Later on), Slow burn
Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be ecstatic, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months by the seven men she trusted most.
The only thing on your mind now is to try and convince everyone that the empress is a changed person, literally, but you’ll soon find out that proves to be difficult when seemingly everyone wants you dead.
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POST PLUS IS COMING, WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!
Despite the fancy survey, changes to the UI and TOS reveal we’re getting the service in the future whether we want it or not. Obviously, Post+ is a terrible idea that is trying to bank revenue on user content. Unlike patreon or onlyfans, tumblr’s primary focus is on FAN content. The legality of this is NOT in the users favor and as the new tumblr TOS states, said users will be entirely liable for whatever legal matters arise.
SO WHAT ARE WE DOING?
Besides filling out the survey, it’s time to show tumblr we mean business and show our displeasure by hitting them where it hurts.
Ad revenue.
We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as phase one of this protest.
WHEN IS THE PROTEST?
AUGUST 6th, 2021 12 am Eastern Time (US) 5 am Greenwich Mean Time 6 am Central European Time 8 am Moscow Standard Time 1 pm Australian Western Time 2 pm Japan Standard Time 3:30 pm Australian Central Time 4 pm Australian Eastern Time
AUGUST 5th, 2021
11 pm Central Time (US) 10 pm Mountain Time (US) 9 pm Pacific Time (US)
THE END TIME IS 24 HOURS FROM START TIME!!!
So no posting, no queues, no likes, and no reblogs!
WHAT IF I CAN’T/WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?
Like this post and share it AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE. Use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media.
WILL THIS WORK?
Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing SOMETHING.
BECAUSE I’M A TIRED IDIOT, USE THIS TO DOUBLE CHECK YOUR TIME ZONE!!!!
tuesdays are for thieving
wednesdays are for quests
thursdays are for trading
fridays are for rest
Keep reading
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Rating: G
Pairings: Choi Yeonjun/Kang Taehyun, Choi Yeonjun & Kang Taehyun, Choi Beomgyu & Choi Soobin & Choi Yeonjun & Huening Kai & Kang Taehyun, Choi Beomgyu/Huening Kai
Status: complete
Word Count: 27512
Summary:
yeonjun still reflects on the scandal that rocked bighit three years ago with a tremendous amount of regret, but time brings growth, and change is written in the stars. so maybe– just maybe– everything will be alright.
taejun lockscreens!! please like or reblog if you save it!! 🌿
Taehyun: On a scale from ‘damn Daniel’ to ‘Fre sha vaca do’, how are you feeling?
Kai: In between ‘it’s an avocado, thanks’ and ‘how did you defeat Captain America’ but as a solid answer I would say ‘I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger’ how about you Beomgyu hyung?
Beomgyu: Probaly road work ahead.
Yeonjun: I speak many languages and this is none of them.
Kai: sometimes my mind is like an Internet browser.
Taehyun: Explain.
Kai: 15 tabs are open, 7 of them are frozen and i don't know where the music is coming from.
<<. prev. two: barako. next. >>
— a jeno lee au prompt where idol!jeno falls for study vlogger!yn from across a computer screen.
*barako - a filipino term for strong, black coffee.
ok so i might update this slowly. i don’t know how long this will be, and i’m gonna take my time so i don’t pressure myself or lose interest in this.
taglist: @cookydream @bluejaem @luvlyjaemin @scintillasofbeomgyu @beemarkie @neodyng @doyoungssouthernbabygirll @kuroos-asshole
send me an ask to be part of the taglist !
MINTHOODIE, 2021. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
one: poca. next. >>
— a jeno lee au prompt where idol!jeno falls for study vlogger!yn from across a computer screen.
although i don’t have any plans of continuing this into a full smau anytime soon, this is by no means an excuse for anyone to take my idea and make it their own.
MINTHOODIE, 2021. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Spring Day | masterpost
— Summary: Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.
— Pairing: mafia!bts x poc!curvy!part time English teacher!reader x mafia!children!txt
— Genre: fluff, angst / poly!au / mafia!au
— Status: ON HOLD
— Warnings: bullying (verbal and physical), ostracizing, blood, violence, murder, death, insecurities, anxiety, hurt/comfort, sexual tension, implied (eventual?) smut
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Chapter 1: Golden Bell
Chapter 2: Magnolia
Chapter 3: Cherry Blossom
Chapter 4: Azalea
Chapter 5: Rapeseed
Chapter 6: Plum Blossom
**more chapters to come** :)
-ˋˏ txt + random angst prompts i think ab before i go to bed ˎˊ-
[ ༻❁༺ ] foreword : have i cried from said prompts before? yes.
[ ༻❁༺ ] warnings : angst, mentions of insults, infidelity, and implied death
[ ༻❁༺ ] genre : angst
the other members under the cut !
choi yeonjun ; he didn’t mean those words.
yeonjun held his breath as he realized the words that just left his mouth. the red he saw in his eyes dissipated into thin air, realizing the weight of his anger as he watched his hurtful attacks sink into your system. his hand twitched to reach out to you, his throat itching to say something, anything to take back what he just said. he didn’t think it would, or could escalate this far. his heart clenched as he watched you close your mouth, taking back anything you were going to say back to him. countless regrets were swimming in his head in that moment, and he was unsure if he could ever reverse the damage he already dealt.
he watched as you simply turned away from him amidst his growing self-loathing, his legs paralyzed as he watched you turn around and exit the door with tears pooling in your eyes. in the blink of an eye you were gone; truth be told, he didn’t know when he forced himself to stumble to the sofa and sit down, his breathing heavy and panicky. you weren’t in the wrong for any of this, he only had himself to blame. yeonjun had no excuse to lash out the way he did—you didn’t deserve to become his punching bag.
yeonjun sat in silence, unmoving as he hoped and prayed you’d walk back through those doors for a chance to explain himself and apologize profusely. he waited hours in the same position, zoning in and out of his thoughts with a rigid posture over the sofa. he needed to tell you he didn’t mean what he said. you should know, right? that he’d never do anything to hurt you.
but the longer he waited, the more he realized just how little of a chance he was going to get.
choi soobin ; you were almost enough.
you didn’t understand how soobin could be so cruel with pushing you away, his face void of any emotion as he placed his hands in his pockets. his words were indefinite, and though you tried so many times to see through his harsh attitude, all attempts were futile in the end. he was wicked enough to let you believe you were worth staying for, when you should’ve known the truth from the start.
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it took soobin everything in him to stop himself from yelling out to you, his fingers shaking as he watched you disappear into the distance. did you not notice the way his voice faltered when he told you to leave? did you ignore how he purposely didn’t look at you? he was sure it was a sign he didn’t actually mean it. he’s the one who always told you that he didn’t mean anything he said unless he was staring into your eyes. his heart fell to his stomach as the image of you fading, lifting his hand to his face to the fresh feeling of crying.
you didn’t deserve to have your feelings toyed with, nor did you deserve to be treated like a game. soobin’s lips quivered as he clutched a fistful of fabric around his chest, unsure of what to do next. he was such a fool to let you walk away so easily, he was the idiot for not trying hard enough. even worse—you left thinking that you weren’t good enough. the words were there, right at the tip of his tongue—he knew he wasn’t worthy of you, nor your heart.
you left thinking you were almost enough for him to stay, but soobin stayed knowing you were always more than enough—and he’d never be able to measure up.
choi beomgyu ; you weren’t different from the rest.
there was a different kind of pain that traveled through beomgyu’s system as he came face to face with you, your face horrified at the scene before you. the body that clung to him, lips pulled with the smirk both you and him knew all too well. he didn’t even have the strength to pull away—how could he? you saw the damage he dealt. you saw how he broke his promise, his end of the deal. you didn’t even need to ask why—you had always known he would never be satisfied, even if facing the truth brought pain.
beomgyu couldn’t stop you as you simply feigned calmness, his face dropping as you smiled at him, nodding in understanding as you simply took the initiative to walk past him. he managed to pull his arm away from the other as he tried to follow you, but with each step he took, you seemed to walk faster. no words were shared between the two of you—he knew he messed up. the worst part was, he’d never get another chance to make up for it.
he promised he’d mend his ways for a chance with you. thinking about it now, beomgyu didn’t even know why he relapsed back into how he was before. he was better than those temptations, that the only physical contact he needed was with you. you warned him, so many times—you’d leave if he went back on his word. you reminded him over and over again, for fear you’d get hurt in the end. and he swore up and down that he’d never do anything to hurt you.
but in the end, you ended up being the same as everyone else. and he was left alone, back again at square one.
kang taehyun ; give up, he’s won the war.
taehyun didn’t realize just how much you knew of the enemy, how easy it was for him to slip up and get too comfortable with you by his side. he filled your visions of a romeo and juliet fantasy, where the two of you could run away together and start anew. and you fell for it—you fell for him. a perfect man, so charming, endearing—
until you found out he wasn’t.
his heart sank when he saw that knowing glint in your eyes—the one that told him that you knew everything he wished you didn’t. how he was in on the plan to use you for infiltration, to tie your heartstrings to the kite that would soar for his family, warring against yours. taehyun didn’t know how or when something changed in him, how your smile enchanted him in ways he promised his father he’d never succumb to. he wasn’t allowed to fall for the bait—yet his heart yearned for him to admit the truth when you appeared, tear-struck and betrayed in front of him.
he wasn’t allowed to apologize for the things he did—the plan was fool proof, he just happened to land in the worst case scenario. he created an apathetic facade as you tried to search for answers through him, looking for any sign that this was just a nightmare. he rooted his feet to the ground when you realized you wouldn’t get anything from him, clenching his jaw as you took a deep breath, wiping your tears before walking away.
taehyun was the reason they won the war, but he felt no desire to celebrate. what good was a victory, when loss was all he received in return?
hueningkai ; he’ll love you when he’s gone.
hueningkai didn’t know how to comfort you in such a heartbreaking time, reeling from the way you cowered into a corner when he appeared in your bedroom, his body translucent and shimmery—the way ghosts would appear in movies. his non beating heart wrenched in agony as you screamed profanities at him, yelling for the hallucinations, the misery to leave your head. he wanted to reach out and touch you, to comfort you that everything was alright.
his departure from this world was all too soon—there were so many things he wanted to do with you, to see with you. hueningkai wanted to stay with you. he watched you shrink into the corner of your bedroom, lethargically walking step-by-step forward to not alarm you. you had no more fighting power to throw anything his way—your chest heaved with pain as the ghost of your beloved knelt beside you, a sad smile on his lips as another round of tears welled up in your swollen eyes.
he didn’t know what to say, how to apologize for hurting you the way he did. he didn’t know how much longer he had left before he had to depart from this world—but he had to try. hueningkai reached forward and tried to caress your cheek with his thumb, gulping nervously as he watched you try to lean into his touch. he felt nothing, but the way you closed your eyes to imagine him next to you was enough for him to relax. no words were spared between the two of you as he spent his last moments with you, nothing but love shared between you two until he heard bells ringing from afar. he turned to you then, noticing how his own body flickered in front of you.
though you cried once more, you nodded and whispered goodbye, before you’d lose the opportunity for good. hueningkai left a final kiss on your forehead—a sign that he’ll always love you, even when he’s gone.
hi lovelies! i’m currently struggling a bit with one of my assignments, and i was wondering if any of you would be able to help me out 😔 i need to identify the subject/verb/direct-indirect object/adverb in four sentences, but it’s been years since i last did it + i have never been very good at it skdjs, so i’m very stuck atm :( the sentences are sorta complex as well, they’re not as simple as “jill bought icecream”, which is why i’m struggling a bit. if any of you are good at identifying these things and can help me, please let me know! 💖 i’m desperate 😔
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CLUE VER. PERSONA