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non-writer: why do you think that your ocs would automatically dislike you if you met in person. surely the fact that you created them means you have things in common to get along?
me, staring off into the distance with blank, unseeing eyes: I have created these fictional people, breathed life into them, and sent them off into a fictional landscape where the price of their existence is exacted on them by the ravening plot as it demands conflict to fuel itself. their very creation and becoming is tied inextricably to the same plot that feeds on them so relentlessly, and they in turn grow and change as a result. they exist in symbiosis with this beast and I, the creator of all they have ever known, subject them to whatever I wish based on my flights of fancy and aesthetic preferences. to face me would be to face the omnipotent being who has dictated their lives like rats in a maze, unseen, always pulling the strings. to face me would be to face their worst fears. they would have to face themselves, and so would I.
me:
non-writer:
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non-writer:
me: basically I can make them fuck or fuck them up and they can't do shit to stop me. I'd be pretty hacked off at me if I were in their shoes
Spiral leitner that's supposedly a script for the movie goncharov (which doesn't exist)
shittyleitnerideas is gonchposting fr
“i cannot perform basic household duties while other people are in my house” crowd make some noise
that is what most of the daisy comments say
(also i am elliotly on soundcloud and youtube if u want to stream these there)
anyway i love this scene
The Rap Battle (Director's Cut)
a comic about someone who gets a visit from the reaper a bit sooner than expected, but has someone whos been waiting for them
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tired: mermaids are all women
wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty
On a rainy night sometime in October, Martin had a nightmare about killing his husband. Something about the top of a tower Martin didn't recognize, and a dead body on the floor, and a crumbling building. Jon was saying a lot of things he didn't understand, and Martin was shouting a little. They both were crying. Jon handed him the knife, closed his hands around it and guided it towards his chest.
Martin thought he wouldn't do it, at first. He thought he wouldn't do it. He tried not to do it, his arms stiffening with the motion. And then, as he pushed the knife into Jon's chest, he started begging desperately, silently, to wake up.
He didn't. He felt every inch of that knife as it pushed into Jon's chest, felt the weight of Jon's punched-out gasp, felt the weight of Jon crumpling in his arms. Felt the tears sliding down his face as he didn't wake up.
And then he was awake, and he was crying, like it had been real instead of just a horrible dream, intrusive thoughts at their finest making a home in his head. It wasn't real; he knew that. But that didn't stop him from sliding across the mattress, from leaning towards Jon and pressing his face against Jon's shoulder, biting his lip so Jon wouldn't hear him sob.
Jon woke up. Of course he did. He stirred slowly, shifting against Martin and groping back for his hand until Martin tangled their fingers together, Jon's ring cool between his fingers. "M'rtin?" Jon mumbled sleepily, turning towards him. "What… what's wrong? Are you crying?"
Martin swallowed hard, wiped his eyes with his free hand and said, "Bad… bad dream."
"Oh." Jon pulled his hand up and kissed the back of it, his eyes still mostly closed. "It… it was just a dream, Martin. It's okay."
It's not, Martin wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. It felt silly to say. It was just a dream. He'd never seen that place in his life; he'd looked different in the dream, and so had Jon, unfamiliar versions of themselves somehow.
He pressed a free hand over Jon's chest, the place where the scar would've been, if the dream had been real. He said instead, "I hurt you," in a faltering voice, the words almost too awful to say. He kept feeling it, the phantom motion of stabbing Jon. He couldn't get the picture out of his head. The tears welled up again; Martin held his breath to try and hold back a sob.
"Martin," Jon mumbled, sleepily, his eyes still mostly closed. He reached up for Martin, put his arm around Martin's shoulders and pulled him down into his chest. Pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You would never hurt me."
Martin pressed his wet face into Jon's neck and tried with everything in him to believe that, tried to banish the images from his mind. He mumbled I love you, and Jon said it back, and they fell back asleep tangled up on Jon's side of the bed.
When Martin woke back up in the morning, there was an unfamiliar sound echoing in his mind—something like the whir of a tape recorder.
This is a coming out scene I wrote in a story. What do y'all think?
"This is something that I've been meaning to tell you for a while. I- uh." I take a deep breath, but before I can continue, dad cuts me off.
"Are you pregnant?"
"I- what? No. I'm gay dad."
"Hi gay I'm dad." He says.
"Hi dad, I'm gay and trans." I answer without a beat.
"Hi gay and trans, have you seen my son?" He smiles kindly.
I feel myself tear up, "I'm right here."
Heck yeah!
Students at the Ethical Culture Fieldston School held a sit-in protest Monday.
The group’s action were in response to a racist video that was filmed three years ago. The video shows students of the Fieldston school chanting racist and homophobic slurs.
Those who took part in the protest say they want to shed light that their school hasn’t done enough to show that intolerance and racism of any kind will not be tolerated.
Students say they’re willing to block administrators from their offices to prompt a discussion about the issue.
Students from Horace Mann School in Riverdale also joined the protest.
“The reasons why we made the walk here because we want to show solidarity for the students at Fieldston,” one protester said. “It’s too late for this, we are getting tired of this. Going forward, we are reunited. We won’t tolerate this.”
They are pushing for bias training for faculty and parents, the hiring of more faculty of color and establishing a new system for reporting bias incidents.
A letter from the private school was sent out to parents regarding the sit-in.
At least one parent says he’s proud that students are standing up for what they believe in.
“I applaud them,” he said. “That is a true sign of bravery. At such a young age, taking a stance and standing up for yourself.”
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This is amazing news!!!!