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You're still a writer even if life is life-ing and making you feel otherwise

Doesn't matter how long you've been away from writing.

Doesn't matter that you lost your passion or got too busy to write and many years of not writing at all have gone by.

Doesn't matter that you've had writers block for ages.

Doesn't matter that you just have no physical or mental strength to write and suddenly a day of not writing turns to ten years.

Doesn't matter that you just don't vibe with writing anymore for the moment.

Doesn't matter that because of your time away, you now feel insecure about your writing talents.

What does matter is that you're a writer at heart. You'll find your footing again. The passion is within you and when the time is right, it'll unfurl beautifully.

A writing spirit is one of the most stubborn motherf*****s I know🙂

I'm speaking as someone who has experienced all the things I listed. I came back better and stronger each time. As we speak, I'm still an active and proud writer, and I write/post stories. You can do it too💪

And while you're away, I send you all the love and support. Be patient and kind with yourself. You'll be alright❤️

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This poem came to me while trying to make a comment on a repost. Legitimately made me cry and is from my heart

It is titled

Why i live and Why i love

I live by love

I live by kindness

I live for those that cant

For those that couldn't

Fight the pain within.

I live for joy,

I live for sorrow,

I live for a story,

That i hope brings a smile

To even the darkest of beings.

I live because i can

I live because i couldn't before

I live for the small child

Who only wished for friends

And understanding.

I live for if i didnt

I wouldn't truly know

What living was about.

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Still slowly going on with the next chapter for the mother of the ghost king series. Still deciding on how i want the chapter to go down. As for that i am also jotting down a story that may involve danny or not, its based off an idea of a team in the afterlife helping souls trapped in a building get their way out ^^

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Almost 2 in the morning but i managed to get a small paragraph written down for dannys adventure with diana as his mother after a few months of no ideas and focusing on games ..progress!

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Really do need to get back to writing xD

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Not dead just playing a loooot of games, currently near beating ff7 remake ^^

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Good news, i actually wrote a sentence down today ^^

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Sorry for the lack of posting I've been focusing on Assassins creed Oddessy... It's so long of a game... Pretty close to beating it though ^^

Update:....im nowhere near beating this game

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Dick ‘has been a barista like 90 times over 50 years of comics Grayson’ can absolutely prepare whatever drink you want him too. He can also guess/ judge what your go to order is.

With the bats

He can guess what WILL be there favorite even if they’ve never tried it before

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Bruce on 13 mins of sleep fucking exhausted but even Alfred isn’t giving him shit bc they HAVE TO crack this case: hrn

Dick plopping a take away coffee cup in front of him: DRINK

Bruce goes through a quick is this my son or a shapeshifter, mind control, demon situation before deciding fuck it we ball and taking a sip: this… tastes different

Dick: yeah

Bruce ‘actual freak who grumbles when coffee isn’t bitter enough’ Wayne: this is good

Dick: yeah it’s a red eye

Bruce: hrn

Dick: yeah no problem B

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Jay (just got done fighting aliens and needs to get back to whatever he was doing before) : get me a Drink as black as my soul

Dick: sure

Dick brings back the drink from the kitchen

Dick: strawberry iced matcha with oat milk right here for you

Jay: what the fuck Goldie

Dick: I saw you sobbing at the notebook a week ago don’t play tough with me and don’t fucking lie we both know you like tea more.

Jay sputtering: Don’t PLAY TOUGH? BROTHER I PUT A BUNCH OF HEADS A BAG AND MADE THE UNDERWORLD INTO MY BITCH

Dick: yes yes Jay now go drink your tea and run along

(It is the best fucking thing he’s ever tried, bought a matcha making kit as soon as he got him, has denied it ever since but Dick doesn’t buy it and keeps making him the drink)

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Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick: you’re a heathen

Tim: proudly

Dick: fine take the monster and go OH MY GOD

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Steph wincing at the taste of a latte: there’s something seriously wrong with this place, no matter how much sugar I add it’s just bitter

Dick: yeah Steph it’s bc they burn the beans to get more use of em

Dick: you could add all the cream and milk you want it’s not gonna do shit

Steph: ugh this is the only coffee spot on my campus in so screwed

Dick pulling out a takeaway coffee cup: don’t worry I brought you some from home

Steph: Jesus fuck this is delicious

Dick: upside down sweet almond latte with caramel and double espresso

Steph: should’ve married into the family with Tim god damn

Dick: Cass is still an option

Steph: what

Dick: what

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Dick:

Duke:

Dick:

Duke:

Dick: you’re one of Tim’s heathens aren’t you

Duke: just because I like energy drinks more doesn’t mean I don’t LIKE coffee

Dick grumbling: should’ve left you with the cops

Duke: what was that? I didn’t hear you

Dick thrusting the coffee cup at him: just take it, end my suffering

Duke: oh damn that’s good… what is it

Dick:…. It’s Vietnamese style coffee

Duke: fuck I might I have to switch, Jesus that’s good

Dick vaguely smug: another victory

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Dick: hey Cass

Cass: busy… like you should be

Dick: yeah, yeah I have like 6 mins of free time left before I have to meet up with Robin (Tim) for an op

Dick: anyway i made you strawberry hot chocolate

Cass: this isn’t coffee

Dick: it has 180 milligrams of caffeine

Cass: how?

Dick: don’t ask difficult questions

Dick: where the hell did she go?

Dick: is this how everyone else feels about us?

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Damian: I want coffee

Dick: you’re an infant, no

Damian: IM 15 GRAYSON

Dick: a certifiable baby

Damian: I hate you

Dick: you would hate me more if you stunted your growth and ended up Tim sized

Tim: HEY!

Damian: this is true… apologies Richard

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Catwoman: *points at Bruce* this is my boyfriend bruce

Catwoman: *points at city behind her* and this is my boyfriend's girlfriend Gotham city

Gotham city: *fog and vapor forms a hand and waves*

Bruce: *stares off into space*

I think it would be so fucking funny if Bruce and Jason constantly treated Gotham (city) like a real person, and spoke about it in a strange, codependent way. Like, hearing this without a context definitely feels like they are talking about their girlfriends or something. And the rest of the family is, like, concerned.

Dick, just adopted: So, when I was in circus, we constantly travelled around! That's, like, so cool! Will we travel a lot, too?

Bruce, sighing: I used to, but she keeps calling for me. I can't really leave her alone.

Dick, confused: Your girlfriend?..

Bruce: What?

Bruce: Gotham.

Dick: whoa, WHAT

Bruce, sitting with a half-smile and little cake on the table: Good morning

Tim, who only used to see Bruce depressed during the whole year: Woah, it is someone's birthday?

Bruce: Of course. It is her day

Tim: Uh-h... Catwoman's?

Bruce: What? No, no, Gotham's?

Tim: ...What the hell. Sure.

Then Jason comes back, assured that he and Gotham are locked like that. They are besties. Gotham loves him — she brought him back. The rest of the family genuinely starts to think that both of them are specifically fucked up in the head on the level others aren't.

Jason: My life was rough, but she was here when I needed her the most. Her hands cradled me in life — then death. I am so grateful.

Damian, confused: Are you speaking of my mother, Todd?

Jason: Talia is great, but I meant Gotham.

Damian: Gotham?..

Bruce, passing by: Isn't she the best?

Jason: Hate to agree with old man, but, yeah.

Damian: *_*

Roy, staring at Jason, who is complaining on Bruce again after a patrol: Remind me again, why can't you work in another city? Even country. You love France. Move out!

Jason, frowning: There is no way I am leaving her.

Kori, confused: Her? You got a girlfriend?

Jason: ???

Jason: GOTHAM??? I AM TALKING ABOUT GOTHAM.

Kori: ...

Roy: Crowbar crowbar-ed a little close to the sun?

The Batfamily: (Voting to which city/country they want to have their family trip)

Dick, counting down anonymous voices: Alright, two votes for China. Three for Italy. One vote for Spain. And...

Dick, with his eye twitching: Two votes for Gotham. Really?

Everyone: (turn to Bruce and Jason)

Bruce and Jason, synchronically: Okay, hear me out—

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Me: *starts to get burnt out after playing three assassins creed games in a row (black flag, rogue remastered, unity) and decides to take a break from syndicate.

Also me: *downloads and starts playing Ghost of Tsushima*

...i really gotta get back to writing xD

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tumblr should have an ” i feel u” button on posts

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The watchtower shook...like it actually shook, that is what got Barry worried the most, what the hell could cause a floating object to shake? Did a meteor hit the shields? Did a sorcerer attack? Are they out of hamburgers!? Ok that last one probably didn't cause it but Barry was hungry (he always is).

The internal question was answered by a young boy with white hair and green glowing eyes walking slowly up to him with a glare

"where is she," Danny said with such calmness that Barry became even more worried, his brain went through a trillion possible scenarios within a half of a second before settling on looking all over the watchtower. What he saw had his brows touch. A small girl with white hair like the boys was sitting in a chair fiddling with her hair as Batman and everyone else (why wasn't he ever invited to things?) stood over her asking questions.

It only took a second but soon Flash was back in front of the boy rubbing the back of his head, "she's uh....she's in an interview room in section B of the tower," he hesitated to give the info but the look on the boys face told him not to lie.

Danny nodded and started floating upwards towards where Barry had told him causing the man in red's eyes to widen. He quickly ran back to the others in time to see the boy floating above the girl berating Batman.

"I ALREADY KNEW SHE WAS MY CLONE! YOU ARE AS BAD THE MAN WHO CREATED HER! NEVER, AND I MEAN NEVER TRY TO KIDNAP THE ONES I LOVE FOR ANY REASON OR SO HELP ME ILL TEAR THIS REALITY TO SHREDS!"

This was followed by the boy grabbing the girl and shooting some kind of green goo out behind them. The goo swirled around growing larger till it opened up to show a world that Barry could not understand even with his super thinking before the two vanished into the portal.

"well...that was climatic," everyone turned to Barry's voice, batman glaring at him with obvious disappointment. The flash threw his hands up, " woah, don't blame me, kid caused the watchtower to shake, I'm not lying to him, now if you don't mind, I'm going to the cafeteria, I hear Janice is making enchiladas today." With that the red blur flew out of the small room.

You know what would be interesting

since in the show (Danny Phantom) Danny and Dani tell no one that she is her clone, that in a dcxdp crossover

Batman, for whatever reason, stealthily takes both of their DNA, finds out Ellie is a clone and captures her to question her like "do you want to kill your original, who made you and so on" since their experience with clones, superman's and Damian's clones have almost always been "made to kill their original and replace them"

Danny either hears Ellies cry for help or goes searching for her or maybe even the JL call him to tell him, and he gets all mad like " I knew she was my clone, I love her, how dare you, you are the same as her creator taking my DNA without consent who knows what you have planned for it"

I'd read such a fic

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In this week's update of a writers life ..assassins creed has gotten its claws into me, TMNT shredders revenge is an ADHD dream, and writing is slowly coming along with a sentence or two every few days...overall basic writers life xD

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To a new Justice League recruit

Batman: That’s so interesting

Batman: Also stupid as hell

Batman: But so so damn interesting

Batman: …

Batman: Have you been tested for autism?

Batman: I’m only asking because I also have autism and you remind me of myself in uncomfortable ways

Batman: …

Batman: Let’s get you tested

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Bruce takes being a father to an extreme and that makes him an amazing dad even if he does get embarrassing when toting on his children and babying on them, they deal with it cause they know it's how Bruce shows love

I feel like when Bruce first took in Duke he made a very big point of learning how to do Black hair-- and I mean, he WORKED FOR IT. He spent like a thousand dollars on supplies, learned what every possible Black haircare product does, learned 14 different braiding patterns and styles, figured out which ones would be most efficient for patrol and most comfortable under his helmet, probably started listening to soul music at some point during this process-- it was a whole thing.

And when Duke finally moved into the manor and realized that his bathroom was fully stocked with eight different kinds of conditioners, fifteen picks, twelve containers of edge controller, one of those old Hollywood Beauty Tea Tree Oil bottles, etc., he just sorta turns. And looks at Bruce. Who is standing in the doorway very nonchalantly proud of himself for being a good dad. And Duke slowly raises his hand and points at his head. Which has been shaved since well before they met. And Bruce just kinda stares back because, somehow in his weeks of preparation he didn't consider that. And even if he did have hair that needed to be styled and cared for, Duke is like 16 and definitely knows how to do that on his own at this point in his life.

And they just keep staring at each other.

Until finally Duke says "... I think I brought my own durag."

And Bruce just kinda nods and he's like "that's cool. I uh. I'll be. In my office."

And then he goes to the Batcave and stares at a wall for three hours while Duke sends a picture to the sibling groupchat and they all tell him that Bruce just has a thing about babying his kids, he kinda can't help it, he's doing his best, so Duke leaves everything there.

(Eventually, he does start growing out his hair a bit, and on occasion lets Bruce sit him down on the floor and do his cornrows and put little yellow beads at the end because it makes him happy.)

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Jason always wondered why Bruce left his arms at his sides or slightly upwards like a dinosaur when talking with them. He figured it was the obvious undiagnosed autism he had (come on...Bruce was way too obsessed with crime fighting and solving puzzles for it to just be trauma) but after coming out of the pit he realized it wasn't just that.

Crossing your arms when you have pecs that are bigger than most girls breasts is damn near impossible and even more so when your sternum was the size of an air conditioner. Being muscular isn't all it's cracked out to be, he had to constantly watch himself to make sure he didn't bump into something or scare some random person as he was walking down the sidewalk. Honestly Jason would have considered being a bouncer at a club had he not had his night job of being the Red Hood.

As he sat at the family table with a mug of coffee he looked over at Bruce, the man who took him in when he had nothing, the man who raised him to help others never have to go through things they both went through, the man who he once thought left him for dead and not care enough to take out the Joker for all the bullshit that monster has caused, and thinks of just how alike they really where.

Bruce casually looked up from the tablet he was looking at (probably preparing for some mission) and raised an eyebrow, "everything ok chum?" He asked putting the tablet down.

Jason was startled out of his mind and gave a short nod, "yeah, just realizing some things"

something something Jason Todd not realizing how much Bruce was actively keeping his body language neutral and his stature non-threatening until he himself got dunked in the Lazarus Pit and came out just as massive and had to figure out the hard way that he and Bruce can’t just cross their arms or stand at their full heights without scaring civilians