if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

*gonna get to some writing today (!) but also hit that heart if you'd like me to send some memes your way! multis please specify <3. would love to spam my mutuals.

𓂀 attendance is an obligation earned,  no matter how begrudgingly,  from the rise of status. and in some cases,  the strongest form of currency;  make no mistake,  even a joyless affair such as a funeral,  will serve as a factor in maintaining your reputation.   against better judgement,  madeline had agreed to make the anticipated appearance on behalf of the usher family.   she’d almost been delighted to find none other than the handsome young mr. bruce wayne was  (UNSURPRISINGLY)  the representative for his.   the keyword being: almost.   though,  the comfortability expressed by her in this setting is eerie,  a juxtaposition to the dread that festers violently behind ribs when contemplating her own impending mortality.   it makes her throat tight,  restricts her airway   …   drives her to insanity.   yet here she sits,  unmoved by the exuberant display of loss from the impacted  BENEFICIARIES  family:  as they fluctuate between crying,  wailing,  or piss poor dry eyed attempts of sorrow.   she knows the real waterworks are reserved for the privacy of the reading,  yes,  she trusts there will be a surplus of saliva dripping from their greedy mouths as the inheritance is divvied out.   it is only if contesting is necessary will their eyes display any real emotion,  and it likely will begin with disbelief,  and conclude with rage   …   their self imposed righteousness is impressive,  she really should ask:  HOW DOES ONE NOT SUFFOCATE WITH THEIR HEAD THAT FAR UP THEIR OWN ASS?   after all,  her nieces and nephews   - albeit still young -   would probably benefit from the advice.     “Any stranger can stab you in the back, but you can count on family to twist the knife deeper.”     her cadence can be described as callous,  making the betrayal against blood less an ethical dilemma and sound more like natural order.     “Knowing what kind of man he was, I must admit I’m a little shocked by the turnout   …   So which one of these blubbering bimbos do you think was his mistress   …   or perhaps mistresses would be the proper suffix?”     she sounds unashamedly amused, and it’s highly inappropriate,  but you see the problem was,  she didn’t care. ... @craveheart