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[oh-no-its-bird]

one step three steps chapter 11 currently in progress real not clickbait‼️

[marlynnofmany]

If you're curious what Tumblr looked like over a decade ago

I just found this screenshot from September 24, 2013.

We used to have our notifications show up in the middle of the dashboard, between the posts. Great for newbies like me who were excited when anything got attention, but as soon as something got just a little bit popular, uh, stuff got weird.

[thingsthatbleedfic]

Could we get a preview of the next chapter?

Hello! Sorry we didn't answer this sooner but you may absolutely have a preview<3 chapter 11 goes up very soon. Keep an eye on your email

Before this—before he died, before the portal, before everything—there’d been an eighth grade unit about Greek mythology.

A printout to learn, a presentation to give. Danny had been assigned the Minotaur and the Labyrinth.

He remembers the nightmares more than the assignment. The vivid sense of place—caves and tunnels winding into impossible mazes, caverns that yawned wide before snapping shut, catastrophically narrow passageways. Stone below, beside. Above.

Buried and lost, long before the Minotaur ever crept close.

[thefirstradiant]

Suptober Day 11: Myth

Our Own Story

“Sam, Sammy, hold on! It’s okay!”

Dean dropped his backpack and sprinted after his little brother. He can’t be running away again.. This would be the second time this month. Dad would kill him.

Sam glanced back at Dean streaking after him and ran even faster around the corner of his elementary school.

Man, dude was only in 3rd grade and he could make Dean lose his breath running after him. The little guy was fast.

“Wait!” Dean yelled out as he rounded the corner of the school and put his hands on his knees to take a breath.

The yell wasn’t necessary. Sammy was right there, tucked in between the tall metal fence and the back door into the gym. He was crouched low to the floor, his head held in his hands and his school sneakers muddied from running.

Dean stopped. He hated seeing Sam like this. It made him furious at the rest of the world. How could they do this to his Sam?

He softened his tone as he walked up to Sam, still breathing heavily. “Hey. Sammy. What’s wrong?”

Kneeling down, Dean pulled Sam’s face up and out of his hands. It was stricken with tears, his eyes puffy and swollen. A fresh bolt of rage shot through Dean and his fist clenched by his side.

“No, Dean.” Sam’s voice was shaky but he was clearly reading Dean’s body language. “It’s okay. No one did anything to me.”

“Okay. Okay. Then what?” Dean was confused, but trying to stay calm for Sam.

“They just. Talk.”

“About?”

Sam looked away over the PE field and sighed. He waited a minute longer before saying anything more.

“I told someone about a monster again.”

“Sam-“

“I know, Dean! I know! But they were being so wrong. I had to!”

Dean patted Sam on the head and ruffled his hair a bit. It never went well when Sam said anything. He loved his headstrong little brother, but it meant he got himself into a lot of arguments. And he never backed down. That caused a lot of problems.

Sam sniffed. “They all started being really mean to me. Jeremiah said it was all just a myth. Then everybody said it. Someone wrote myth on my backpack cubby.”

Sam looked up at Dean like that was the world’s worst offense and started a fresh round of tears.

“It’s real, Dean! I know it is!”

“Hey, hey, Sam. Of course it’s real. You know it. I know it. Dad knows it. Who cares what Jeremiah thinks? You shouldn’t.”

Sam didn’t look any happier.

I would punch all of those stupid kids if I could, Dean thought. How dare they make Sam cry. Dean cast around in his mind for anything that might help Sam. Eventually, he landed on something Bobby had told him a few years ago, when he was in much the same situation himself.

“Hey, you wanna learn something?”

Sam stopped crying, confused, and blinked tears at Dean, but stayed quiet.

“Yeah ok. You know we got the word myth from the Greeks, right?”

Sam tilted his head.

“Yeah. From mythos. Well myth doesn’t really mean something’s fake or not real. You know what it actually means? Take a guess, Sammy.”

“Dean, I don’t know. I thought it means something bad.”

Dean smiled. This seemed to be working.

“No, no, actually myth means a story. A legendary story. One that people love to tell. And there’s one thing every myth usually has.”

“What is it?” Sam was curious now and smiling away his tears.

Dean ruffled his hair again.

“A hero! It means we’re making our own story, Sammy. And we get to be the heroes.”

“Yay! Can I be Spider-Man?” Sam jumped up and started flinging out his wrist like he was shooting webs at the wall.

Dean looked up at his little brother. So small. He tried to believe what he’d just told Sam. They could be the heroes, right? Maybe. Sam seemed to have forgotten he was crying a few seconds ago, anyway.

“Come on, Dean!” Sam grinned at him and came closer.

He whispered like he was sharing an all-important secret. “Don’t worry, you can be Batman.”

Dean laughed and stood up.

“Yeah, alright, Sam. I’m Batman.”

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[prince-liest]

I wrote 4.2k words so far today! What did I work on?! Let's guess!

a. 666

b. Once Bitten, Back For More

c. A completely unrelated pre-radiostatic-breakup era PWP that I won't be able to post until June because it's for an event week

Hahahaaaa....

[screams-in-writing]

I appear from reblogs to state that I have finally updated the fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55465879/chapters/151947475

*shakes Mr puzzles plush around* this man hasn’t left my mind for months, yet I needed a lil break after the holidays.

[normalpeoplethiings]

11 MARCH IM SO EXCITED

WHEN I WAS TAKING A GUESS AT THE RELEASE DATE FOR SEASON THREE I GUESSED MARCH 11 AND ITS REAL

[starry-night-author]

June of Doom Day #10

"Can you hear me?" | Hiding |

June of Doom Prompt List

"H-hey Villain?"

No response.

"Villain, can you hear me?"

Villain just curled in tighter on themself, blanket wrapped tightly around them. Pointedly ignoring the hero.

On the other side of the door, outside the room, Hero swallowed. The beam of light that streamed beneath the door showed the outline of their feet. "L-look, I don't know if you can hear me, and I know you don't want to hear this but-" they sighed. "Oh Villain, I'm so sorry."

Villain didn't respond, only squeezed their eyes shut as fresh tears ran down their face and pooled on the pillow beneath their head.

"I-I should've known, I should've figured it out, I-I'm so sorry Superhero did that to you, I'm sorry I didn't shut up and listen to you and see the truth before-"

"Shut up," Villain growled.

A hesitation on the other side of the door. A swallow. "I never would've idolized them like that if I'd known-"

"Shut up," Villain hissed again, their voice slightly muffled by the blanket against their face. "Get out."

"Villain-"

"Get out!" Villain was shouting now, they didn't want to but they were. They were throwing the blanket off, standing, hardly in control of themself. Their emotions were coming to a head, and they could do nothing to stop it. "Get out of here, stop talking to me-" they threw the door open. "Get out of my life!"

They were face to face with Hero now, when their actions caught up with them. They'd gotten up to fast, they knew that, their head hurt, and all they could do was stare out at Hero for a moment.

"Villain?" Hero's voice was so quiet, so scared.

Not scared of Villain, rather scared for them.

Villain finally broke, collapsing forward against their enemy. Hero, bless their heart, caught them, and slowly sank to the ground with them. Holding them close, letting Villain's tears soak their shirt.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Hero was whispering. It was barely perceptible over the sound of Villain crying, but somehow the criminal heard it loud and clear. "We'll figure this out. We'll get rid of them, we'll show the world what they're really like."

Villain only burrowed in closer to them.

"I'm not going to let them hurt you ever again."

[stationary-cycle-in-motion]

@augusnippets day 11: escape

tw: implied physical abuse

“You need to leave.” Obi-Wan’s voice vibrates against Padmé’s side, quiet but urgent. “Get as far away from Anakin as you can. I can help you disappear, find somewhere safe for you to lay low until his anger blows over. It’s bound to eventually.”

He doesn’t quite sound like he believes that last part.

Padmé’s stomach turns at the idea of abandoning her responsibilities, her people, for something so selfish.

“I can’t,” she says, and her throat burns with the effort. “The Senate–”

“Will keep slogging through bills without you, whether you’re in hiding or dead.” The brutal honesty is gutting, but it’s true. “Better to simply be in hiding, I think.”

Padmé’s head is spinning, and she can’t quite get her thoughts to focus on anything beyond the cold air scraping against her raw throat with every breath, the throbbing of the bruises on her neck and face. Maybe the change in Anakin was a long time coming, but it doesn’t feel that way. The shift feels sudden, leaves her reeling, floundering in the uncertainty of the unknown. Yesterday, she was a senator aiding her husband and the GAR on a special assignment. Today, she’s a victim desperately trying to escape her husband’s—well, former husband, if she’s being honest—abuse.

Beside her, Rex clears his throat. “I think you should go with her, General.”

“Though I wish I could stay close–” Padmé’s heart skips a beat at Obi-Wan’s admission. She would feel better about the situation if Obi-Wan were with her, she admits. “I’m afraid that’s not possible. The Council will notice.”

“Forget the Council,” Rex growls, low. He pauses, as if weighing the cost of speaking, the sighs. “I overheard Fives and Jesse talking. General Skywalker purposely waited to send patrols out for us, and considering what he’s just done to Senator Amidala, I wouldn’t be surprised if there had been malicious intent behind that decision.”

Padmé can’t seem to get her lungs to work as her gaze fixes on the bandaged hand curled around her waist. A shuddering breath grazes the back of her neck, and when she looks up, Obi-Wan’s face is contorted in a grimace, a weary sort of resignation pulling at the creases.

Anakin’s choice words to Rex echo through Padmé’s mind, and she realizes with absolute clarity that absolutely everything Anakin has ever done has been perfectly intentional, designed to trap.

“We’ll all go,” she decides, resolute.

And it’s not abandonment, of her people, of the Jedi Order, of the war’s cause. Because someone needs to make it out of Anakin’s trap in enough pieces to expose him, to find some sort of evidence that will convince the Council to remove him from the Order and the GAR, from the power he’s been abusing.

Rex shakes his head. “I have to stay.” Padmé opens her mouth to argue, but he cuts her off. “I’ve been lucky so far, haven’t had it as bad as you. I don’t need to get out, at least not yet. Besides,” he says, a little rueful, “maybe if I stick around, he’ll direct all his anger at me and leave the rest of the boys alone.”

The thought makes her shiver, both the idea that Anakin would hurt anyone else and that Rex will suffer three times as much if he stays. But the look in his eyes is all guilt and vicious determination, and Padmé knows there’s no convincing him otherwise.

With a heavy sigh, Obi-Wan pushes himself to his feet, wavering slightly. “Anakin’s coming. I can feel the cloud of rage moving through the square.”

“Then you’d better get going,” Rex says. “I’ll distract him long enough for you to jump.”

Padmé extracts the hidden comm she keeps on her at all times. “My emergency comm code’s embedded in the encryption,” she says as she presses it into Rex’s hand. “Even Anakin doesn’t know the frequency.”

And she realizes as she says it that maybe she did always know his true nature; she simply refused to believe it.

Rex nods, hand curling around the comm, and he makes to move away, but she tightens her grip, slides her thumbs along his wrist. “Just be careful, alright?”

Rex squeezes back. “I promise.”

Reluctantly, they break apart, Padmé moving to peek out the tent’s flap to make sure the coast is clear. Obi-Wan slips his own hand beneath Rex’s, raising it up so he can bow and press a kiss to the back of his hand before following after Padmé. She can’t help but think the gesture looks disturbingly similar to when he’d offered Rex a glass of champagne not twenty hours ago, back when their world hadn’t yet fallen apart.

[caelysiiium]

FOUR iconic tanfang scenes are going to happen hello????

[born-to-lose]

[write-and-read-and-dream]

Alex’s charisma had always been magnetic, but seeing it in action like this, watching him share his knowledge so effortlessly, reminded Henry of why he’d fallen in love in the first place.

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

2/3 snippets of the upcoming chapter of An Emergency Decision!

Summary: Alhaitham offers to be Kaveh’s emergency contact in exchange for Kaveh acting as his. As to how things pertaining to Kaveh usually transpire, this does not go as planned, and a difficult truth comes to light.

Chapter Summary: Alhaitham and Kaveh finally Talk.

[nani-nonny]

*laughs with tears in my eyes*

In a whisper, Draxum tells her, “Remember that voice. That is the voice of your immature father.”

I knew the baby’s origin story would be sad, I’m the one who planned it, but what the fuck guys

*fills keyboard with tears as memory of future Draxum gives me more father-issues*

[wanderingcas]

Sam, now I visit your blog more often because I want to see snippets from that reverse verse fic. Sometimes it's upsetting when I don't find any, don't know how I will live with weekly updates 😂 (on the other hand, it can't be harder than Paradigm, can it?) The new snippet is cool, I like these two more & more💚💙

OMG i'm so glad you're excited about it though!! i wasn't sure how people would vibe with the reverse verse since it's not a thing i see often in fandom but i'm glad you and some others are excited about these little guys lol. it's really fun to write dean as an angel with his canon idiosyncrasies and explaining them from a different angle - and making Cas much more hardened/cynical as almost a shade of endverse Cas but with that rigid control that s3-5 Cas had. idk!! it's fun to play with! i'm just glad you like it too!!!

[elin-moon]

Today, while I was in the study zone, two year 11 kids walked past me, presumably from a mock exam considering both year 13 and year 11 are having their final mocks before the real things in may/june (😅)

I'm presuming they came from an english exam. One of them says that she wrote about how a small hand connotes feminity, and then the other says that then she shouldn't have also written about the character being a strong female character, because you can't be both feminine and strong.

Now, I have my reasons to disagree with this. Clearly, me and these two kids have very different ideas about what makes a strong female character. You see, I don't think a strong female character necessarily has to be physically strong. They can be, but that is not the only thing that can make a female character strong. I think strength also comes in other ways: mental strength, emotional strength; good leadership, resilience, strong morals, ambition, tenacity, intelligence, bravery, even a kind and caring nature can bring about it a form of strength. (There's probably more examples of strength, but this is what I can remember off the top of my head). And you know what? You can do all those things and be feminine! Being feminine and liking feminine things doesn't automatically make you weak!

A female character doesn't have to pick up a sword and perform great feats that most people can't to be considered strong. That is unrealistic. Not every woman in the world can be physically strong, but every woman can be mentally and emotionally strong, and that ought to reflect into fictional women as well.

How are women supposed to see themselves in strong female characters if all of them are badass women who fight with weapons and fists and hate girly stuff and have nothing more to them beyond that. There's nothing wrong with writing badass female characters, but don't make their physical strength the only trait that they have, because then you just have a cardboard cutout of a character, about as plain as a stereotypical weak and passive female character who is just there to serve the male characters and to be used as a plot device.

I think I went off my main point a little, but moral of the story: strong female characters are more than just physical strength, and you shouldn't assume a female character isn't strong just because they happen to be physically weaker and feminine. Strength can show itself in other ways beyond physicality, and it's important that that is shown as well in characters, especially female characters.