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OH NO it’s the RADICAL LEFT with their policies like “not being racist/homophobic/transphobic” and “people shouldn’t be forced to live in poverty” and the spookiest of all “rich people should pay taxes so we can pay for things that benefit all of society” wooooo how RADICAL! But it’s ok life can continue to suck because everyone wants to be safe and vote for the shitty major parties instead.

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not bad for an old man 🤺

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Shadows in the mountain valleys..

by czechthecount: instagram | facebook | 500px | prints

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Gold | nolanomura

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Diana Prince: Help?

(I RETURN FROM THE VAST DEPTHS OF DEPRESSION TO WRITE GAYLY FOR YOU ALL!!! Lmao seriously though, idk if this is gonna be the first of many or a random event, but writing and posting here again feels like coming home. It’s good to be back, guys. I love you all.)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1443

Warnings: None

“Wait! Stop, no, come back -!” You ran breathlessly down the sidewalk, the driving rain blurring your vision as the red tail lights of the bus faded into the distance.

You stopped with a harsh sob, swiping water away from your face. A million swear words buzzed in your head and on your tongue, but none made it past your teeth. You sighed and hunched your shoulders in, pulling your jacket tighter for some meager protection from the cold rain, resigned to the long walk home.

God, what a terrible day. Late for work, brought the wrong jacket for the weather, spilled coffee on your shirt and got both yelled at and laughed at for it. And then when you’d come back to your desk with your spare shirt, it was inside out.

“Does the universe just feel like kicking the crap out of me today?” you muttered, hunching down as you started across the street.

A sudden screeching noise and a loud, blaring horn sent a jolt through your blood and made you look up to the car screaming toward you, headlights blinding you.

Instinctively you raised your hands and tensed, a scream tearing from your throat as you stumbled back and fell right into a puddle that was more like a pond. Your elbows scraped against the concrete and shredded through the sleeves of your jacket.

The silver car screeched to a stop right at the edge of the puddle, further drenching you as steam rose from beneath the wheels.

The driver’s door flung open and you braced yourself to get screamed at again for being stupid enough to almost get hit.

Instead a woman crouched down beside you, kneeling right in the water with zero regard for what appeared to be a very expensive dress and leggings. Her black eyes were wide with worry as her gentle hands flitted over you, checking for injuries.

“I am so sorry!” The woman brushed your soaked hair out of your face, and frowned when she saw you were shivering. She spoke with an accent - smooth and lilting as a ship on a calm sea. You closed your eyes and leaned into the soft touch of her hand. You could listen to that voice all day.

“Oh, no no, wake up!” she said, sounding almost panicked. “By Hera, I am so sorry, it’s been forever since I’ve driven a car. I should have paid more attention. Are you alright? I didn’t hit you, did I?”

You trembled all over, teeth chattering as you looked up into her face. She looked like an angel.

“N-no, ma’am,” you managed to say. “I’m f-fine, I promise. I should have looked where I was going.”

The worried look in the beautiful woman’s eyes took on a note of sternness. How old was she? She looked like she might be in her early thirties, but it was impossible to tell; she had an ageless look to her like a faerie queen.

“You most certainly are not fine,” she scolded gently. “Here, come with me. You’ll freeze to death if you keep walking like this.” She fussed over you and helped you to your feet, muttering under her breath in a language you didn’t quite recognize.

You let her pull you along, only protesting briefly when you saw how expensive and spotless the inside of her car looked. But she wouldn’t hear any of your protests and ushered you into the passenger seat.

As she drove and talked, you fell into a sort of waking daze, lulled by the sound of the woman’s voice and the warmth of the car.

“ - your name?” she said, as you focused back on what she was saying.

You blinked and turned to her, dimly realizing the car had stopped in front of one of the nicest houses in your city. Rumored to be a Wayne property, in fact.

“Hm?” you said softly, trying to keep your eyes open. She smiled warmly.

“What’s your name?” she asked again. “I am Diana.”

“Uh…” It was really, really difficult to concentrate enough to remember your name when she looked at you like that. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

Diana’s smile widened, as she leaned across the divider to feel your forehead. “Mhm. You’re freezing, Y/N. Please come inside for a minute.”

Weak arguments floated through your head, but you didn’t really want to protest. She was kind and beautiful and saying no would mean probably having to walk up the outside stairs to your apartment, taking a shower with patchy hot water and trying to sleep.

Diana ushered you inside, fussing like a concerned duck, and showed you to an ensuite bedroom on the first floor.

“Go on and take a shower,” she urged gently. “This is the guest room and Bru...the owner keeps it ready in case of emergencies, so there’s bound to be some fresh clothes that will fit you.” She gave another radiant smile and then left, closing the door behind you.

You blinked owlishly at your reflection in the full-length mirror opposite the door, then shrugged and went to do as she said.

The hot water was so perfect you weren’t sure if it made you laugh or cry, as you let it ease the cold and soothe your aching muscles. All the toiletries were of the expensive variety, but you were too wrapped up in how amazing the water was to worry too much about using it up.

Once you’d finished showering and stepped out into the room in a towel, there was nothing bothering you more than a persistent need to take a long nap. And so, after you pulled on some men’s clothes that were built for someone who was, apparently, ridiculously jacked, that’s what you did. You’d just rest your eyes for a minute while you waited for Diana. Just a few minutes…..

When you did wake up, it was fully dark out - and you jolted straight from sleep into full wakefulness, sitting up in the bed with a gasp of panic.

Diana was at the window, her back to you. Moonlight shone softly on her silky black hair, braided back into a long rope down her spine. You caught your breath looking at her. God almighty, she was so beautiful.

At the sound of your gasp she turned around, brow furrowing as she hurried to your bedside.

“Hey, it’s alright,” she murmured, sitting on the side of the bed and reaching for your hands. “You’re safe here, I promise.”

You took a shivering breath, letting her scent and her voice calm you.

“I know,” you murmured. “I just...must have had a dream or something. I don’t know.”

The corner of her mouth lifted, showing a perfect dimple in her cheek. You wondered how her laugh would sound if you kissed it….

“I called the owner,” she said in a low voice. “It took some bribery, but he said you could stay here for a while until you’re better.”

You blinked at her in shock. “You...I...what now? Why? You don’t have to do all this, I’m fine.”

“But I could have killed you,” she argued. Then a strange pink flush crept over her cheekbones and she looked away, massaging your hands in hers. “And...alright, it was maybe a little bit selfish too. Yes, I was very guilty about nearly running you over, but I also wanted to make sure such a ακτινοβόλος νύμφη wasn’t too badly injured.”

Holy shit. She was...she was blushing? And you didn’t know what she’d called you or in what language, but you were pretty sure it was something about you being attractive.

Which was ridiculous, compared to her?

You shook your head and brushed your damp hair away from your face. “I….thank you, Diana. Seriously, thank you. For everything. And I think maybe I can stay one night, but I have work tomorrow.”

She bit her lip - which made your heartbeat spike even more - and nodded slowly.

“Alright. Just tonight, then. But you will take my number, won’t you?”

You very nearly choked on a yes, blushing furiously. “Y-yeah, of course. And you can have mine too.”

Once she’d written her number on your arm - which made you feel something like a purring cat - she smiled gently and left you to sleep.

And even as you drifted off again, you held the thought in your mind that no matter how mysterious, Diana was definitely someone you wanted to get to know better.

And if a day as shitty as the one you’d had was what it took to meet her? Well, you’d take a dozen.

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FML none of my new links gotdam work *cries* they’re listing the url as assets.tumblr.com rather than my actual url. 

Can anyone tell me how to fix that please my crops are dying and I’m too tired to understand complicated coding right now ;^;

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Changes

So! If anyone is actually patient enough to wait for my tortoise ass to actually do something, and is reading this at the moment: Good for you! Thank you for staying, I love you so much and that patience will take you far in life.

Secondly! You will notice the upcoming page is gone on my blog. Don’t worry, I have saved all that was on it! But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write the way I used to. I’ve figured out that if you try to force creativity too much, it will shut down and go into hibernation. So if I’m going to start writing again - I have to write primarily for myself. Maybe that’s selfish. I don’t know. I hope nobody is too disappointed, but this is my compromise.

Sadly this means that I won’t be able to write even close to all the requests I get, and I’ll have to use any new ones (as well as the ones I saved from the list) as inspiration, which means not all of them will get written. For that, I’m truly sorry. I overestimated my abilities and my strength.

However, if you really absolutely must have a super detailed super personalized piece of writing by me, you can pay me for it! My commissions page is at the top right of my blog and I’ll work on linking it for mobile in the next week.

To everyone reading this: I’m glad you’re here, that you exist (even if you think I’m a miserable piece of dog crap, because hey, no worse than what I think of myself!) Thank you for being so patient with me, and have an amazing week!!!

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Currently under construction!!! Explanations will follow shortly

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So hey, first time posting in a while. Gonna change some shit around, restructure, make a rule page and stuff, and then basically just write what I’m most inspired for (which will mean I can’t write all the requests I get) but hopefully that will actually. …you know, let me write again.

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to the people who have followed me lately that I did not greet

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When I get back to writing/posting regularly

Someone: “hey why didn’t you write for (x amount of time)????” Me:

Lmao not really Ross is an ass :/ Just for the record I am still depressed as fuck and trying not to let it kick my ass, but lately I’ve been starting to see some glimmer of hope that I might actually be able to get better. That one day it won’t seem like a big deal to write and post every day for two separate blogs. That my default emotion won’t always be “can I just sleep forever please.” Always thinking of you guys, and working hard on getting better for myself, my family, and all of you!

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Hey my dudes! Just a note to say I’m not dead. Still not really up to writing for this blog quite yet, but I definitely want to, and as soon as I can!

Things will be better in the fall. I always think more clearly when it’s freezing outside.

So yeah. Just a note to say I’m working hard to get back on track, and I love you all!

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Taking a break

I hate this. I really really do. But don’t have the capacity to do what I need to do right now, let alone what I want to do. So until I can get the rampant shitshow that is my brain under some sort of control, this blog is on hiatus.

I know. I’m sorry. I’m admitting defeat, giving up, letting it beat me, whatever. I just...can’t do it right now. 

Every single one of you deserve the world and all happiness, and I hope that soon I’ll be able to write again.

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Do you write Daredevil?

I will when I catch up! Still on the last episode of Season 1 atm.

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I can feel the love sister, there is so much of it pulsing through your blog. It's so awesome

YO EVERYONE THIS IS MY BABY SISTER 

if anyone else sent this it might be rather creepy 

but she’s one of my best friends in the whole world and a genuinely wonderful person so everyone should follow her!