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Just trying to work on drafts while these sexbots are trying to catch me writing NSFW content... ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣▽￣)┘
@thunderbringer said: “ whatever you need, i’m here. ”
perhaps it should be noted here that—ever since the war, from that last moment and growingly through the days, peter has seen himself getting lost in thought for longer segments of the day. most of the time, in fact. without meaning to ! no, without intentions of going silent and slowly distancing from wherever his two feet were planting at any given moment. sometimes, alone, sitting over his bed and with nothing but the distant company of his phone playing a video over and over again. at other times, like now, in the middle of listening to someone else. surrounded by many and knowing there’s a lot more he should be doing other than staring at his glass. quiet, waiting for someone to come and drag him out of such an atemporal state.
and that’s may, usually. actually—it’s only her. and he has gotten used to her shoulder grabs just enough so the action of coming back is easier than anything by now.
but another voice makes an appearance, and suddenly, waking up it’s like reaching the surface and becoming capable of breathing again, out of the blue. he is not scared, no. this is not wrong but he is surprised. first—because he couldn’t tell how long he had been gone this time ( if seconds of pure silence or minutes in which the adults didn’t want to make a remark on his absence ) and second, because there’s no way he could not know who that voice belonged to, and NEVER—never in a million years ( this you must believe of him ) the kid would have thought someone like him could have repaired in his ( otherwise unimportant, ordinary, if you may ) existence as a superhero ( or even, human being ).
but here’s a difference—if this had happened some time ago, peter ( easily excited, full of wonder peter parker ) wouldn’t have been able to contain himself in front of someone like him, someone he had been DYING TO MEET for just too long. questions would have been asked, praises must have followed, advice DEFINITELY would have been asked. everything, just in case he didn’t get a chance to interview the god of thunder in too long. but—now? while certainly his heart responded to the shock this represented for him, something ( a lot more tired, heavily wounded ) stared back from the table he had approached to distract himself from the service they were attending. attentive, of course, but devoid of the energy he so much would have wanted or needed in a moment such as that.
his mouth opens but no words appear in the world. he knows—HE REALLY KNOWS he should answer something, anything, but his brain struggles with meanings and all seems to indicate he won't be able to make the kind of first impression he would have dreamt of. instead, he manages to say, plainly and not blinking this whole time— “ he told you who i am? ”
out of impulse, without thinking too much. but managing to hear himself at the last second, shaking his head and trying to add to those half-formulated thoughts. ashamed, perhaps, that he had rushed to make himself sound that important, or as if anything in his words had made him sound any more like the little child he already looked like in a room full of gods and superheroes. “ i—i mean, maybe you don’t who i am. that’s fine, it’s just—since you said that, i’m—i didn’t meant to—”
or perhaps he truly wanted that, a little bit of it. any proof that he had been recognized at some point as an ally. as part of the team.
The message is great, but if a Mosquito bites me it took up a fight (that it will probably win) BUT I won't back down till my room is a mosquito free zone again!
someone probably loves the things i hate. there's probably an entomologist whose favorite bug is mosquitoes, there's probably a typist whose favorite typeface is Calibri. and there are people, i am sure, who love the uneven sidewalk, who love the dogs who bark incessantly, who loves when the line nearly reaches the road. and i think, i think i can bear it for them. i will be kinder to the mosquitoes that bite me, and i will less detest Calibri; i will watch where i am walking, accept the dogs' loud talking, and when the line reaches the road i will think, 'how wonderful it is that we are all here, eating together'
if there is one thing that studying linguistics and creative writing has taught me, it is that not only should you write however the fuck you want to, but you should honor and celebrate people who do, as well.
and this is not to say that you should break all the rules and make art that is convoluted and hard to follow. by all means, study and know the rules, and figure out which to bend and break in your own style. strive to write in ways that still clearly communicate, but learn the ebb and flow of your own heart and mind, and sort out to translate it effectively.
don't bash and look down on others who may not seem to know all the rules.
for some, breaking the rules is an active form of resistance.
if your prose is poetic, lean into it. if the flow of someone's writing makes you dizzy, get lost it. sweep and be swept away.
dialects and accents are beautiful and valuable, and they deserve to be celebrated. write in your dialect and accent if that is what makes you happy. be open to others doing the same.
language is so fucking cool, and sharing it in the form of storytelling is something that is so ancient and important to humans, and i just think we should do more to cultivate and cherish the idea of people doing whatever the fuck they want and writing in ways that make them happy.
BTS ‘Not Today’ MV Teaser
And as if the universe had decided to be kind to him during this time of turmoil...it worked. Responding to the Fullmetal Alchemist’s call, blue sparks and a glow lit the desk as Ed acted as the catalyst for his transmutation. By the end of it, a tiny wooden sword sat atop his desk; proof that the Fullmetal Alchemist had rose once again, that he didn’t have to live in this foreign universe without his treasured alchemy, a piece of the home he loved had returned to him once more...
Mary sat in her room, coat and mask removed as she brushed out her hair in front of the vanity mirror that Shareena had kindly added to her room, the only thing Mary considered a kindness in this torment. Her old makeup bag sat atop the table as she sat in front of it, reminding her of a time that she was someone other than ‘the summoner’. A happy time, where she chased her dreams of bringing joy to others with her gifts. Oh, how she missed dancing, missed her harp and lyre, her piano. The woman longed to sing on stage once more, wondering if she’d ever get to again. Humming a soft song to herself, Mary continued almost mechanically with her long waves...
A Summoner’s Tale (closed FEH AU with traceofalchemy)
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Naturally, the room was rather…empty, save the bed, a dresser and the desk. A door to the right lead to a small bathroom, and on the bed sat a change of clothes. White, blue and gold, just as Mary had described. He too had a long, hooded coat, but as she said, he likely wouldn’t be forced to keep it up. A white tunic, and pants were similar to Mary’s sat beside it, but his boots were shorter than hers, and had golden metal bits wound around them. There was also a layer of scalemail like the three warriors Ed had already met wore, same golden color.
The desk already had blank paper, an ink well and an iron dip pen sitting on it. A few books sat there too, one of which, ironically enough, were alchemy books. Not that it was intentional, likely someone forgot them there when setting up a room for the new arrival…
Ed picked up some of the clothes and looked over them. He raised an eyebrow, mumbling something to himself about having to wear an kind of outfit that felt more like a uniform. He was definitely not happy about any of it.
Stepping over to the table, he set his notebook down next to the other books. When his eyes met the words alchemy he froze and stared at the book. He laughed a little to himself after a moment, being teased even here about not being able to use alchemy anymore… Although he didn’t mind not having it… It was still something he couldn’t help but miss, even if it was in the slightest. With a deep breath he decided he’d give it one last try… although he would always tell himself it was the last time. He couldn’t help it, it was too tempting not to clap his hands together and press them against the desk’s wood to give it One. Last. Try.
Let the records show that from this day forth, I will no longer perceive a certain Min Yoongi. A menace to society (and consequently, my heart) is what you are good sir. Goodbye.
WE ARE BULLETPROOF: THE ETERNAL (2020)
here’s your daily ridrey content
Not Today - Jungkook, solo dance
Not Today - Ki(ng)m Namjoon
(All parts of) Point, aim, shoot!
These smiles give me life ♡
not my work! credits to the og creator :)
bts meets lotr
GUYS THEY DID IT AGAIN https://youtu.be/w-9GwVG83nQ
what kind of ugly mug do you think he's got under there
there are two main reasons why I’ve become bts fan
fist one, they are incredibly talented and beautiful - c’mon that’s true and let’s say it out loud.
second one, the message behind their songs and albums is so strong and universal: how can you ignore them?
btw, why I’m talking about BTS works? Because I ordered “You Never Walk Alone” album: it’s one of my fav, I think people should listen to it, I think of it as healing and deep.
It’s here!!!
You Never Walk Alone it’s finally here!! so excited: it came as right version with JK postcard - omg so cute.