#random words

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

WORD CHALLENGE #18

I challenge you to use one, some, or all of these words in your next piece of writing:

blue

window

forest

letter

map

fell

glove

project

truth

found

[ignitedambience]

[celesteablack]

"I am Just a Girl"

I am Just a Girl; No, the length of my dress does not determine whether I deserve to get treated like a human or not.

I am Just a Girl; No, I do not use makeup just to attract attention.

I am Just a Girl; No, the sole reason for my existence is not to produce babies.

I am Just a Girl; No, I was not born just to look after others and forget about myself.

I am Just a Girl; No, I'm not learning to cook because it's a girl's duty. I'm learning it because it's a basic survival skill that everyone should know.

I am Just a Girl; No, you don't get to shout at me for not doing any household work while all you do is sit there and entertain yourself.

I am Just a Girl; No, I'm not here just for your entertainment.

I am Just a Girl; No, you will not dictate my life.

I am Just a Girl; No, just because I cry easily doesn't mean I'm weak. I can cry and slit your throat at the same time.

I am Just a Girl; No, my respect doesn't depend on my relationship with a man.

I am Just a Girl, but before that, I'm also just a human.

[dayaar-e-ishq]

Or phir log ye bhul jaate hai

ki unka dil rakhne wale bhi dil rakhte hai.

[aaja-pia-tohe-pyaar-du]

What would you do for love?

For you, I would pluck the stars because they fascinate you. I would learn a language I've never heard of, just because you love it. For you, I would learn to cook, no matter how many times I burn myself. I would ruin my sleep just to hear your voice, even if it's just for a few seconds. For you, I would dive deep into the little details of the smallest things that make you feel valued and seen. I would embarrass myself a thousand times over just to hear you laugh freely. I would walk across the world just to catch a glimpse of you.

For you, I would turn every ordinary moment into a memory worth holding onto. I would memorize the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. For you, I would take on the weight of your worries just to make your world feel lighter. I would write you letters you'll never read, just to put my feelings into words. For you, I would face my deepest fears because loving you gives me courage. I would cherish every fleeting second apart, knowing they bring me closer to the moment I can hold your hand again. And for you, I would choose us every day, not because it's always easy, but because it's always worth it.

For you are the lighthouse my boat seeks when lost in the depths of the ocean.

[mr-munchies]

Dear mutuals. I bite you.

Love ya lots <3

[azukilynn]

Time to Time

There are different kinds of crazy in my world.

There's the head crazy, the heart crazy, and the soul crazy.

The head crazy ticks and murmurs and rings.

The heart crazy is a longing, an ache of fluttering wings.

The soul crazy, well, she howls and dreams and sings.

And, from tIme to time, I am at least one of these things.

Azuki Lynn

[alasylunatic]

blinks at you

Finallyyy a ask—

[miaveryobsessive]

one day you’ll reach for some kind of guidance, some kind of compass and realise there is nothing left but your own.

[the-catmans-offical-2]

Wrath from fma 03 suffers from blood week cramps bc I suffer from blood week cramps.

Actually no, Edward Elric 🫵

[iwasnttrainedforthis]

Alexander Hamilton & Thomas Jefferson & George Washington, The Fishing Trip, Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson Fight (791 words)

Hamilton fished one of the bait minnows out of the bucket with a grimace. He speared it through the gut with a hook and quickly cast the whole mess over the side of the dock. It landed with a sad plop and Hamilton watched it sink.

A snort came from his left and Hamilton sighed.

“This sort of thing isn’t really your speed, is it?” How Jefferson could fit so much condescension into a single sentence was something to marvel at.

Hamilton wiped fish slime off onto the gaiters Washington had given him to wear this morning. “As a matter of fact, it’s not,” he said. “Quite frankly I don’t see the point of us being out here. Do you?” Surely that was something he and Jefferson could agree on.

“Ah, of course. Since you can’t make money off of it, I can see why spending the day out on this beautiful river, testing our wits against nature, wouldn’t hold any appeal to you.” Jefferson twitched his rod once, twice, and then jumped up, pulling a wriggling fish big enough for an entire meal out of the river. “Grab the bucket.”

He didn’t say please, so Hamilton leaned his other hand against the dock and watched Jefferson struggle.

The fish flopped and flailed, twisting the fishing line around Jefferson’s legs. Jefferson swore, loudly and very ungentlemanly. Finally he managed to get the poor creature into the bucket of water waiting on the dock. The fish thrashed, trapped. Jefferson reached down and yanked the hook from its mouth.

“Quite a catch,” Hamilton observed. “I’m sure the general will be impressed.”

Jefferson narrowed his eyes. “As long as I live I will never understand what Washington sees in such an arrogant–” His voice rose in volume until he cut himself off, turning his back on Hamilton.

Hamilton jumped to his feet. “No, go on sir, say what you mean to say.” The temperature was hot, the air was sweltering and Hamilton itched with bites from a dozen crawling and flying insects. He was spoiling for a fight.

But Jefferson strode several feet off, still refusing to look at Hamilton. Refusing to engage, as always.

There was nowhere for Jefferson to flee, now. Hamilton hurried to put himself in front of Jefferson, right in his space. “You won’t say it to my face but you’ll have your minions print it in those tabloid rags. How I’m driving the country to ruin. How I have the entire government, except for you of course, in my pocket. I’m cunning and devious and lead Washington around like a horse on a halter. Isn’t that what you say? When I’m not around to defend myself?”

Jefferson sneered at him. “What you are is a martyr. Nobody is attacking you. But if your ideas can’t stand up to reasoned debate–”

Hamilton spoke over him. “Nobody is attacking me?” He poked Jefferson in the chest, taking a step towards him. Jefferson took a step back. “Tell me then why my every proposal turns into a battle–” Jefferson took another step back, and knocked his leg into the bucket of fish. His arms windmilled as he fought for balance. He grabbed at Hamilton and the weight pulled Hamilton off-balance as well. Hamilton tried to shove him off. He should have thought that through more carefully because the force of that shove tipped him further off balance and the only place for Hamilton to go was right over the edge of the dock.

He hit the water with a splash. The shock of it took his breath away. He brought himself up to the surface, treading water.

“Hamilton!” Jefferson’s head popped over the edge of the deck. He seemed to relax when he saw Hamilton was in one piece. He laid himself down on the edge of the dock and reached a hand down.

Hamilton spat out a mouthful of river water and contemplated the hand. Reduced to needing his enemy’s help. Perhaps he would rather drown.

“Jefferson?” Washington’s voice boomed in the distance. “What are you doing? Where is Hamilton?”

“He fell in.”

Rapid footsteps down the wood of the dock, and Washington’s head popped over the edge of the deck too. “He fell in?” Washington reached a hand down too. “Come on son, let’s get you out of there.”

Hamilton clasped their hands and together Washington and Jefferson pulled him out of the water. Hamilton sat on the edge of the dock, feeling like a drowned cat. His only consolation was that Jefferson was busy scraping fish scales off his boots. Washington stood with his hands on his hips. “Would you gentleman like to explain what happened here?”

“No.”

“No, we would not.”

Finally, something he and Jefferson agreed on. Words: reduce, martyr, halter

[lamplightideas]

I'm so mentally stable i promise

IM TOTALLY NOT GOING TO SCRESAM AJKHKJSDHHFGJH I listened to the new minecraft disc, Creator. I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF GRIAN OF COURSE. WATCHER STUFF, THE WORKS. I was talking to my partner and I was like

"It just makes me like 'One last waltz, my friend." and they had the AUDASITY TO SAY

"A waltz before a fight to the death."

ASHJHJ IM NOT OK IM NOT OK IM NOT OK IM NOT OK I I I GUYS IS THE DESERT LONELY WHERE HAVE THE FLOWERS GONE WHY HAS IT WILTED HAS IT GOT NO ONE TO CARE FOR THEM DO THEY WISH FOR A DAY THEY COULD RETURN LIKE THE EYES THAT WATCH THEM

I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS DESERT

I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS DESERT

I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS DESERT

I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS DESERT

I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS DESERT

I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS DESERT

[celesteablack]

You ask me why I love my books so much, but what you don’t understand is this: when the world made me feel like I didn’t belong, when people out there made me question my existence, my books were the ones that saved me. While everyone else was making me feel small, they whispered that I wasn’t alone.

In Harry Potter, I found a kindred spirit in Harry; someone who felt invisible, shoved into a cupboard both literally and figuratively. He didn’t know it then, but his life was destined for something extraordinary. Through his journey, I learned that no matter how hopeless things may seem, there’s a kind of magic in simply holding on. Dumbledore’s words still echo in my heart: “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

And then there’s The Alchemist, a story that feels like it was written just for souls like mine. Santiago’s journey to find his treasure wasn’t just about gold; it was about discovering the treasures within himself, learning to listen to his heart and trust the universe. This book reminded me that the universe does conspire to help us achieve our dreams, even when the path seems impossible. It taught me that the struggles we face are simply stepping stones to something greater, something meant just for us.

These books didn’t just tell me stories they became my sanctuary. They were my reminder that no matter how lost I felt, there would always be a way forward, always a ray of sunlight breaking through the storm. They taught me to believe, not only in magic and miracles but in myself.

So when you ask me why I love my books, know this: they didn’t just entertain me, they guided me out of the darkness and showed me that there’s always a reason to keep going.

[dayaar-e-ishq]

Aap kaha jaayenge sochiye janab

Log thak haar kar ghar jaate hai

Aap raah mein chup chap khade toh ho gaye

Abb kis kis ko batayenge ghar kyu nhi jaate~

[kraang5]

Art dump (more like one page dump)

Uhh random words…

Also! I need a name for my oc , if you guys have any ideas, Id appreciate it ^_^

[mr-munchies]

For @ghostgoober-swirl for drawing my pfp, Nebulous wanted to thank you for me so- haha-

(Boy your pants did not need to be so difficult- the positioning isnt my favorite but I hope you like it Ghost!)