My routine is one thousand words every morning—never fewer, but aiming not to go over by more than 100 words. It’s become a ritual, something I’m oddly superstitious about failing to complete, and it’s made me a more disciplined writer. If fiction writing is the big game, journaling is lifting weights and running laps, or whatever it is athletes do. It purges my brain of stale thoughts so I can write fiction with a clearer channel to my subconscious mind. It “loosens the ligaments,” as Virginia Woolf wrote of her journaling practice. It also strengthens my habit of noticing.
Kate Folk, On Notes to a Future Self: How Journaling Helps Me Write
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batfam + batmom + hugs 💗
warnings: pure fluff! (I just wanna give hugsss)
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your face squished against bruce's greek god pecs before melting his heart when you arms can barely accommodate his sheer size and with your pretty sparkly eyes as you shyly look up at him. not finding it enough, he gently tilts your head up by the chin to return your gaze
having a literal competition on who hugs the best between you and dick—he always says that your hugs are equivalent to your best-selling cookies
jason stopping by the manor and immediately giving you a hug, relishing in the comfortable silence and his mother's presence after a rough night
kneeling next to tim's seat before wrapping your arms around his tired frame, hoping to convince him to turn in for the night. you know he finally gives in when he leans in your hold
returning duke's hug with a tighter one despite getting caught off guard, but then getting over it when you feel his body tremble and tears staining your shirt
unable to resist squishing your cheek against cass' when she comes up to you without a word, only to open her arms in anticipation for a big ol' mother-daughter hug
damian not only tolerating your sudden need for hugs, but embracing it as well, which some would find the sight funny, for you would emit an aura of flowers and bubbles while his comprises daggers and death and yet, he returns your hugs with zero shame
giving steph a bear hug just after you returned cass', finding amusement in the former's pout for she, too, wants to be attacked by your motherly affections as well
terry glaring at his classmates who either whisper to their buddies about wanting a hug from you too or openly ogle at you—if the family heard about this, it's over for these idiots
giggling with matt as you swoop him up for a hug and twirling with him in your arms, filling the manor with the sounds of your joy—bonus if ace and titus joins your fun, running in circles and barking in excitement
babs comforting you by letting you hold her tight after finally being able to get ahold of family who's out patrolling after a heart-stopping moment when the connection somehow gets lost
alfred celebrating yet another milestone as your café reaches the targeted earning with you, always honoured to be a part of your life, for you have not only saved his, but the entire family in general
kate greeting you with a hug whenever she's invited for a big family dinner/holiday, always jokingly thanking you for keeping the family and especially her cousin in check
always making the mistake of kneeling whenever ace and titus runs up to you before falling onto your back when they literally jump into your arms, giggling as they lick your face as an apology
nuzzling your face into alfred the cat's soft fur as he purrs and curls in your arms, his tail swishing in annoyance if anyone tries to pry him off you
overall: batmom's hugs are a 12/10, would recommend 🤌🏻
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she has fangs and claws and is wearing the skin and antlers of a deer she ripped apart with them. a child is perched on her shoulders, eating a heart. she helps her venerable great aunt walk like a loving niece. she’s covered in dirt and has blood running down her chin, between her tits, down the inside of her leg. if you run in her presence no magical law will stop her from killing you. the prey fear she invokes. powerfully strong. one titty out in the cold north wind. she grabs ame’s chin in the crook of her index finger and thumb, and asks to see her teeth, and sticks her head deeply in her mouth. she offers her own, because she wants ame to know how strong she is. (and ame looking in her eyes for a long time with flickering glances) her musk smells like electric death!! she was going to try and lick ame’s nose!!!
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On the 13th anniversary of the great plot twist ending that was Final Destination 5….
My angsty black hole of a mind decided to imagine Twisters as the PREQUEL to the original movie.
So Tyler and Kate retire from storm chasing to take over her mother’s farm and raise their daughter Jo. They are happy and content until one day an F5 twister heads right for them. Tyler gets his family to their storm shelter but the winds are too strong and when the door won’t hold, he sacrifices himself to try to keep it shut a little longer. Little Jo watches in horror as her father is blown away and grows up determined to learn everything she can from these deadly storms. And just like her parents she meets the love of her life in the process, a Dr. Bill Harding. The rest, they say, is history.
Thoughts?
Should I go hide under a rock now lol?
😬🌪️😬🌪️😬🌪️😬🌪️
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Time to cry for a bit and then compose a scathing cancellation message to Paramount Plus. They will never get another dime of my money. Absolutely shameful and heartbreaking.
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