#my friend wrote this

[skisc]

Traumatized Blondes Part 2

[frogsare-friends]

Domestic - Karissa Black

[i-am-thoroughly-confused]

“I am a child

I go through motions 

I take the yelling 

I take my life 

I take the holes 

in my heart

Why are you tearing me apart?

I try my best. 

I work 

I work 

I work 

All I get is 

“Okay, you did good.” 

Didn’t you see me work? 

I fall further down 

Yet I always smile 

You think I’m fine

But there’s a hole in my heart 

 My heart is empty, numb, and hurt 

So I use my head

When did I go to bed?” 

-Angelica

This is a poem my best friend wrote. Her name is Angelica. She writes a TON of poems. If you wanna see some more of hers than just tell me. (Also she would love some compliments. She didn’t ask for any but c’mon, she deserves it.)

[kristylime]

WWDITS Fanfic Recommendation

Continuing my series where I plug some other cool What We Do In the Shadows Fics that I have read and really enjoyed.

Spotlight on:

The Fur-Lined Cape by WeirdestVampire now @weirdestvampire (with assistance from Citrusking29)

Summary:

Nandor shows love in different ways…

This is a sweet little ficlet.

The story opens on a frigidly cold night with Guillermo engaging in the thankless task of attempting to bury some drained corpses in the frozen ground. With a dull and rusty shovel that is not equal to the task. Guillermo takes a brief break and is surprised by an unexpected source of warmth.

This fic was inspired by this fanart created by @autopsybarista (thank you for permission to post!!! Your art is lovely!!!)

The Slayer and his Master 

I think part of what I like so much about the story is its subtlety. And ambiguity. It’s a small moment that has the potential to be the start of something much bigger. Or not. After reading, I found myself pondering ‘what happens next?’ Did these two finally have a conversation? Talk about their feelings? Or did they just keep continue the status quo of mutual pining and stubborn silence?

In short, it got me right in the feels and then bounced around my brain like a superball.

Please stop by and give this a read! And if you enjoy, please show some love with Kudos and comments!

[fvretts]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: XO Kitty (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Katharine "Kitty" Song-Covey/Min Ho, Mentions of possible Katharine "Kitty" Song-Covey/Yuri Han Characters: Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey, Min Ho, Yuri Han Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Rated teen just to be safe, Pre-Relationship, mentions of "doing more" wink wink Summary:

Kitty… I think I fell in love with you.

A little bit.

Okay, she could work with that. A little bit wouldn’t ruin the friendship that was blossoming between them.

But then, Min Ho just had to open his mouth and say more.

Or… a lot.

 --- Kitty has a lot of time to think about Min Ho's sudden confession.

[flytrap-3994]

bambi spoilers ig???

The cute deer movie that is fucking sad. Why is it so sad? What the actual fuck. Why did the mom have to die. What the fuck what the fucj WHY GOD. I hate everything but I hate WHOEVER MADE THE CONSCIOUS DECISION TO KILL BAMBI’S MOM MORE. WHAT THE HELL. I WILL FIGHT THEM AND THEN FIGHT GOD. Well maybe not god. nvm I’M FIGHTING THE HEAVENS WITH ONLY MY SWORD MADE OF STEEL AND MY HEART OF GOLD. I WILL ASSEND TO THE HEAVENS AND KICK GOD SQAURE IN THE FUCKING DICK SO THAT HE NEVER MAKES THE MISTAKE OF ALLOWING SUCH A HORRID EVENT EVER HAPPEN AGAIN. WHO DOES HE EVEN THINK HE IS. IS HE SOME OVERLORD MAKING US SUFFER FOR MINDLESS ENTERTAINMENT? IS THAT ALL WE ARE TO HIM? SOME STUPID LITTLE PAST TIME? WELL I'LL SHOW HIM. I’LL FUCKING SHOW HIM AND HE WILL BOW DOWN TO ME AS HE CONFESSES TO HIS SINS. FOR HE IS NO BETTER THAN THE ANGELS HE BANISHED FROM THE THE CELESTIAL CITY SO LONG AGO.

[nannymcchicken]

"maybe you shouldnt use your magic cane to teach children lessons by traumatizing them" god forbid women do anything

[loveofshows]

part 1 of my "Kara and Brainy in the Phantom Zone" AU

All Querl hears is Lex’s laughter.

His taunting- so, Coluan, you were only mostly dead? No matter. You can die with her- as he rushes forward, making it to Supergirl’s side simultaneously in time and too late.

All he sees is the Fortress of Solitude, ice surrounding him, the rest of the people he tried to save- fading from sight, pulled away from him, as though he’s the one who’s been put in a bottle this time.

All he feels is Kara’s hand in his, as they land in a place they both know well.

“We’re in the Phantom Zone.”

~

Their hands haven’t left one another since they got there.

“Your ancestral memories.” Kara says suddenly, if only to hear something at all. “Do they have anything that could help us? I mean, Indigo was sent to Fort Rozz with my aunt and uncle, but…”

“I should ask you for any information.” Querl answers. “You were the one who had to stay here for over twenty years.”

“In my spaceship.” Kara tells him, shivering. “Not out here. And besides, it’s… different now.”

“Indeed.” Querl says as he squeezes her hand. “And as for your question, yes. Besides Indigo herself, I actually have several ancestors who’ve found their way here.”

He lets himself laugh, a little bit.

“You would think they’d expect after a while that any kind of criminal act would get one sent to such a place as this. Especially when dealing with those who discovered it in the first place.”

“The Kryptonians.” Kara says. “Yeah.”

“And, surprisingly, one of my doppelgangers that we met after the Crisis briefly suffered the same fate, while he and the Legion were fighting a child of General Zod.”

“How did that one get out?”

“He had the help of his friends.”

“…Oh.”

~

“I remember it.” Kara says. “Being here. Or, somewhere like here, anyway. My mother- Alura- well… she certainly didn’t expect my pod to be knocked off-course, when I was sent from Krypton. But she said I would sleep most of the way. And I tried, some of the time.”

“But not for decades.”

“No.” Kara agrees, sighing. “Even when I got to Earth, I was afraid to fall asleep- because I didn’t think it was real. Like I would wake up in my pod again, and every hope of escape would be taken away from me. I’d just be stuck there, for years, and nobody would know.”

“And now you have returned.” Querl answers. “Is this how it looked before? You said it was different.”

“It is different.” Kara emphasizes, looking around her. “It seems… fragmented.”

“Like the universes collided with one another.” He observes. “Of course.”

“Which will make it more difficult for them to find us.” Kara says, shoulders slumping. “I can’t imagine where they’d even start looking.”

And without a twelfth-level intellect, the process will be much slower, she thinks.

She imagines it for a moment- Alex or someone else finally forcing an opening, pulling her into the light. Kara asking how long it’s been, and her sister hesitating, before telling her how many years. Or worse, it’s not Alex at all- maybe this time it will have been hundreds of years, or thousands. She pictures the Legion rescuing her and Brainy, his friends happy to see him but saddened when they also glimpse her.

“But they will be looking.” He says. “As for our situation… if you had not been in your pod, is there anywhere here that you would have gone, to keep yourself safe?”

“Yes.” Kara says, a little more confident. “There’s one place.”

~

“I… I hate him.”

“Who?” Kara wonders, but remembering all they’ve recently been through, she knows the answer right after she asks.

“Lex.” She corrects herself. “Yeah. I feel the same way.”

Brainy squeezes her hand again, this time tighter, stepping closer beside her as they continue walking.

“Everything I did was to keep you safe.” He says. “I was sworn to secrecy by one of the other versions of myself- the woman, who called herself the director of the DEO.”

“The one who looked like she could’ve been your sister.” Kara says. “I remember.”

“She told me this was the only way to make things right, that her universe was the closest to ours, and if I did not work with Lex, disaster would occur. Leviathan would win. I could not let that happen.”

“Of course.” Kara answers.

“I knew how much you would lose trust in me.” Brainy says. “But that was necessary. I only hoped that you would forgive me, once it was all over.”

Kara nods.

“I do.” She says. “If that counts for anything.”

“Certainly, in this situation.” He answers. “Thank you.”

Kara smiles at him, and he tentatively smiles back, before going on.

“Every step of the way, I hated working with him.” He says. “Every time he would threaten you, or make some derisive comment about us or any of our friends, I was only more determined to defeat Leviathan with him so that he could be stopped as well. But it had to be in that order. Until then…”

“You were inhibited.”

“Yes.” He agrees. “You see the cruel irony in this situation. But now, I have stopped Leviathan, nearly at the cost of my own life were it not for all of you, and Lex is…”

Kara squeezes his hand.

“Our friends can handle him.” She says. “I hope. But… how did you stop Leviathan? I wasn’t sure, J’onn and Alex said that they were fighting them, but they just vanished.”

“I bottled them, if you can believe it.” Brainy answers. “I uploaded the mortality code that Lex tasked me to get, and used a bottle I found in the DEO vault.”

“You say that as if we didn’t find you almost dead of radiation poisoning.” Kara tells him. “But, if there was any doubt you were good to your core, I think it’s gone now.”

“Yes.” Brainy says. “It is.”

[elder-mark-fanpage]

Pp hole large, hmm? Little pp 😢

[skisc]

Traumatized Blondes

[zillanovikov]

get lost in a good book

[bugeyedetective]

Someone I know wrote this. Posting to get the author some visibility. He's working on more, this was what got published. Takes place in a futuristic present where an assassin lady trying to have a relationship with a scholar. Their interactions are cute.

http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/lotus-descends-to-visit-nova/

I'm old and not hip, sorry for the lack of formatting, but check it out?

[seashoresandbloodyroses]

How Cally and Andy met

Andy was walking in the alleys of Boise, Idaho, when she came upon a peculiar sight. A young woman, about her biological age, has cornered a man in said alley, but all she heard was the piercing scream of the victim, and a knife coming out of the head. The girl then cut the corpse open, and started to devour the organs and tissue. “So, are you gonna cook that, or?” The girl turned to her and pulled the bloody knife out on Andy in an act of supposed self defense. Andy stared and said with sarcasm, “Wow, using a knife on a vampire, hm?” Before the girl quickly retreated, leaving the body behind.

“Welp, free dinner I guess….” Andy shrugged, collecting the corpse and taking it to her hotel room. Later she went to the library where she encountered the same girl and walked up to her. “You know, the meat tastes better if you cook it…” The girl just looked at her perplexed. “Oh yeah, you probably don’t recognize me, I’m Andy, I saw you kill that guy earlier today.” The girl’s eyes widened, “Sh! Sh! Not so loud!!” The girl said nervously.

“Oh, no, it’s fine, I kill people too.” Andy shrugged. “I’m Andromeda by the way, but most call me Andy”

“Oh, umm, okay, I’m Cally…” The girl said.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[courtesycalling]