trying to bully myself into doing the last proofread of a chapter that's almost 7k 😩
i cant imagine having any sort of respect for dirk strider tho esp post homestuck epilogues he is so pathetic in such funny ways but they rly went beyond that to the point its just dumb badly written parody and thats sad bc he was so so compelling and stupid
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THE FACT OF THE MATTER WAS, this was not the most outlandish thing he’d ever done. though it’s fairly tame compared to most, he’s punished every time for it & as a dukes son, you’d think he’d learn by now----- that’d he be more focused; in time it would come to pass that he’d rise to the occasion that he’d finally take the winchester mantle. but in the present much like his friend, it was all too political for their taste. too safe yet dangerous at the same time. currently it had been adventure he craved, to break the monotony; schooling, training, occasional travels.
❝ I got you a present! ❞ rather them, and it wasn’t much of a present so much as a beacon leading right to the troublemakers. dean knows he’ll pay for it later but seeing the light in letos eyes when and every time they took a ornithopter up. this--- a flight completely unrestricted is what he wants leto to have a chance to experience before things weren’t serious before the fun is taken out of it: it’s powered down and he speaks as he jumps out from the stolen craft’s pilot seat, hands all but raised gently. biggest smile ever present upon his façade.
@ichorimbrued : leto atreides.
I love seeing people argue over the commodification of punk and goth and emo and whatever, meanwhile lolita fashion is like yea bro I've literally always been about the Image, gimme that $$$$ fuckin dress...which in its own way is comforting? If done well it is payment for quality garments on small scale, it supports very niche indie designers, and there's a thriving secondhand market. I've seen people claim Lolita fashion is inherently political- saying it was spawned from feminine empowerment and modesty, but do we really need that justification? Must it be political? Must it be something other than the image?
i was gonna write today but i suddenly got the urge to try reading blue period again so <3 if i’m not here, then that’s why
Ectober Month Day 27: Burial
TWs: mentions of death
“Hey, Tuck, Sam?”
Tucker glanced up from his phone. “What’s up?”
“Are you two… free this Saturday?”
Tucker smirked. “Why, you askin’ me out on a date?”
“You’re starting to look a little desperate, Tuck,” Sam mumbled.
Danny rolled his eyes playfully. “As if. No, uh…” he braced himself for the uncomfortable feeling in his core that always showed up when he mentioned his death. “We’re having a funeral. For me. Y’know, since it’s… uh… September 11th.”
Understanding dawned on Tucker and Sam’s faces, the two glancing at each other.
Sam nodded. “Sure, Danny. We’ll come.”
“Can’t leave you alone at your own funeral, after all,” Tucker added.
It was finding his old, charred jumpsuit shoved in the back of his closet that had given Danny the idea.
He’d been clearing the last of his stuff out of his parents’ house before school started, with Jazz’s help. The white material was buried under some shoeboxes, and Danny couldn’t help but pull it out and look over his old suit when he laid eyes on it.
The burnt arm had disintegrated a bit, and the synthetic fabric had yellowed around the edges.
Jazz did end up recognizing it, from when Danny had first gotten it. He’d helped his parents out in the lab a few times, to try and get their attention, and they’d insisted on making him some proper PPE.
She connected the dots pretty quickly—what it was, how similar it looked to the one Phantom wore, the damage.
“I don’t want to keep it, but it just… feels wrong to throw it away, y’know?”
Jazz nodded, suggested he do something symbolic with it, to recognize the significance of the event associated or the beginning of the newest chapter of his life.
Danny looked at the old jumpsuit, contemplative. “I think I want to bury it. Like… like the funeral I never got, y’know?”
Jazz had, after that, started helping Danny plan his funeral. When, how, all that jazz. (Danny thought he was being clever when he made that pun, but his sister wasn’t all that amused.)
So, on the first anniversary of the day Danny both did and didn’t die, they buried his remains.
Jasmine, Sam, Tucker, and Danny all piled out of Jazz’s car, parked at the very edge of the parking lot.
Danny had extended an invitation to Ruth, as the two had grown close since he found out Danny’s secret, but his sister’s girlfriend had insisted on staying home. It was a family affair, after all, and he didn’t feel like it would be right for her to be there. Now, as Danny trailed after his sister, clutching his old jumpsuit to his chest, he was kind of glad Ruth wasn’t there. Ruth didn’t really know, like the rest of them.
Tucker slipped his hand into Danny’s when Jazz finally stopped. They were at the spot Danny had picked beforehand—almost a third of a mile away from the road, under a large, sprawling maple tree.
Jasmine and Sam started digging.
Danny had insisted on it not being that formal of an event, but his family had still dressed up, if a bit more casually. Jazz in a floral button up tucked into slacks, Sam in a black dress shirt and and purple checked skirt over leggings, Tucker in a long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. All so at odds with Danny’s ratty old t-shirt and jeans.
When they were done Jazz and Sam stepped back, leaning their shovels against adjacent trees.
Tucker squeezed Danny’s hand before letting go.
The few steps it took to get to the hole felt like they lasted an eternity. Rocks and twigs dug into his knees when he knelt down to carefully place the burnt jumpsuit in the grave.
It felt like he was setting part of himself in there with it, but he wasn’t quite sure what part yet.
He drew air into his lungs, the familiar action still somewhat comforting, for all its pointlessness.
When Danny stood he was drawn into a hug by three sets of hands, steady arms clinging to him and holding him together.
He didn’t know when he started crying.
Danny finally stepped away, turning his eyes back to the grave. It was so small…
“I’m burying a past version of myself here,” Danny began. “The version of me that did die when he stepped into that basement. I’m burying my past ignorance. Of ghosts, of pain, of responsibility. I don’t regret losing all of that, but…” sometimes he wished for it back, despite everything. “But I can’t help but mourn it all, you know? I mean, I died when I was fifteen.”
“I was only fifteen,” he muttered, letting the words hang in the air for a second.
Danny wiped at his eyes, blindly grabbing for one of the shovels. He scooped up some of the dirt, hovering the full shovel over his grave. Because it was his.
“Goodbye,” he whispered, letting the dirt fall. “I’m sorry.”
…how did we get to the point where we started barking over people READING
after finishing dgs and being v v emotional over susato and ryuunosuke and kazuma and yujin and herlock and iris and their family i just. god. ace attorney really is a series about love and found family and goddamn if it doesn’t get me
im really loving all the posts i see about found family in aa rn theyre all so wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm writing a dick and damian fic where they're batman and robin and I'm trying to decide if I should like......Read some of those comics first
fyi, hot girls read
reading the gorge of death battle arc again awakens my deep hatred for the dragon half-blood and my deep admiration for cale
So earlier, I was almost done with the fic but then my brain screamed at me to add a certain part and wouldn't shut up so. I had to 😂
I also have to change a few things so I won't be able to post the finished fic today.
But as I also mentioned before, I'll be posting the first part. I meant to post it earlier but I passed out before I could I'm so sorry 🙏 🤣
Wait. How do you write summaries again??
I am an avid reader but finding time for it has always been a challenge since there are so many other tasks to be done during the day ! But I decided to dedicate time for reading everyday , even if it’s just for 10-15 mins ….
What are you reading currently ?
Is it funny that I read , whatever I get my hands on ! And that also means many books 📚 together,depending on the time / day and also my mood 😬