Inscribed Diatribes

From the march on Washington, D.C. on 11/04/2023.

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1. Writing a story about a girl who wants something. Plot driven by a woman’s (non-vilified) desire. Truly dreadful execution but still a good idea, sort of a literary incarnation of the “he a little confused but he got the spirit” meme.

2. The fact that when Bella becomes a vampire she can still breathe but “there’s no relief tied to the action” which I remember verbatim because it fucking slapped. The idea of human physical sensations being partially defined by our mortality and the sensations still exist after you become undead but your experience of them is fundamentally different because you no longer need any of it? Extremely cool. The closest Meyer came to taking an interesting stance on vampires being dead.

3. Werewolves are immortal but they can literally stop whenever they want. That shit’s hilarious. Curse of immortality who.

I recommend doing this for any fic you like on ff.net.

Just in case.

ask and you shall receive baby! this is quite short. hope you don’t mind that<3

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eddie and mean!cheerleader have their first fight

the anger that burns inside of her still hasn’t died down and she doesn’t want to do anything she’d regret later, but it’s so difficult when eddie is being a downright prick to her. it’s like he has no idea how to control his choice of words. yet, she’s trying so hard to keep her cool because she doesn’t want him to get hurt.

“oh so now you’re not talking to me? you were having fun chewing my goddamn ear off just earlier!” he sarcastically says, looking at her who refuses to do the same.

“yeah, cause you were being a dick” she mutters, furiously flip through her magazine, trying to shake his rude tone off her mind. “you didn’t get what i mean. so why don’t we just call it.”

he laughs humorlessly, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “what did i not fucking get, y/n? you were overreacting, there was nothing going on between me and rebecca! her nose was this close to bleeding, thanks to you!”

she slams the magazine down, raising up to her feet so she can now look at him dead in the eye,

“that bitch had her hands all over you, twirling your hair and shit, ignoring me as if i wasn’t there. as if i wasn’t even your girlfriend!” she angrily responds, only to hear him scoff

it’s s good thing that there aren’t a lot of people at the bleachers, or else she would be giving them a show for the third time,

“you didn’t even do anything about it! just laughed and enjoyed the attention she gave you. i tried telling you but you brushed me off! and fuck, do you know how hard it was for me to not knock that bitch out?”

“oh? well why didn’t you, huh princess? it’s what you’re good at right?”

the way he says it… god he makes it sound like she’s a terrible person.

he implies that violence is the only thing she knows how to do in terms of solving things. it hurts her. because she knows damn well that’s not true. she doesn’t like hurting people. that’s not who she is entirely

“no, smartass! not at all! because i have actually been trying to fix that. it’s hard but I’m trying! i just- when it comes to the people that i love, i have to do whatever it takes to not lose them. and i love you, so i got scared okay! I’ve told you million times about this already.”

he’s quick to shake his head, scoffing at her. finding it hard to believe that his girlfriend is trying to find a way to justify her actions. “no-just—you do not get to play that card with me. you almost broke her nose, y/n. if it wasn’t for me, she’d be at the nurse’s office by now.”

“oh, what, you’re her knight in shining armor, now?” she tilts her head curiously, arms crossed. “her fucking prince, is that it? maybe i should’ve broken her nose. or her arm. how about that?”

“god you’re unbelievable” he breathes out a tired sigh, putting his hands on his hips. “i had know fucking idea you’d be like this.”

“be like what?” she pushes, challenging him as she steps closer. his eyes are filled with rage, she can tell. and she dares him to say it. “you can’t even say it, can you?”

“no because it’s not worth it anymore.”

“uhm yes it is! she’s the reason why we have this fight in the first place! because you picked her side over mine!”

“i didn’t pick her side, stop putting words on my mouth!”

“you did!” she argues, “if you didn’t, i wouldn’t call out on your shit! she likes you eddie, why can’t you see that? she wants you, she wants my boyfriend! how the fuck are you so damn clueless?!”

“jesus h christ, y/n! you need to drop this insecure shit you have going on! it’s not cute! just because I’m dating you doesn’t mean that other girls can’t talk to me!” he yells, eyes wide in anger because he can no longer hear anymore of her complains, it’s tiring. “no wonder your exes are fed up”

her body soon freezes momentarily. as he draws a few steps away from her, she feels the beat of her heart begins to slow down, as if there’s no air left for her to breathe.

so many things he had said was just plain wrong and she has no idea where to start.

oh, eddie… why did you have to say that?

“w-what?” she feels small as she chokes out, eyes turning glossy, “insecure?”

when eddie looks back at his girl, he immediately realizes what words were spewed from his mouth. to see her trembling and looking like a kicked puppy just makes him want to punch himself in the stomach.

what has he done?

“wait.. n-no baby i didn’t mean that, i was just-“

“you’re the only person who never calls me that” she then breaks into a full sob before walking away from him. she can’t be in the same room with him now. anywhere but here. she needs to clear her mind,

“y/n, no, princess please I’m-i’m sorry.” he begs, running after her. “i didn’t-“

“don’t!” she immediately stops him. “i don’t want to talk nor see you right now. don’t even bother, eddie.” with that she continues to walk off, wiping her tears away with her palms,

his heart chips away piece by piece when her cold tone appears, especially after hearing her call him by the first name. he’s always been eds, puddin or neddy. it was never a first name. and that’s when he knows he’s fucked. he has hurt her. it pains him to watch her cry like that in front of him. it just kills him. especially since he promised that he’s not going to do it, because he doesn’t want to be like all of her former boyfriends. he promised to treat her better.

but he just feels like he has become one of them. hurting her. his girl.

                           💖 How they react when you’re resurrected 💖

                                   💕(requested) - happy readings babes💕   

Jon Snow: Jon Snow would be a rollercoaster of emotions. He would be relieved and ecstatic that you’re alive, and he hugs you, refusing to let you go. He’s constantly whispering apologies in your ear, as he still feels guilty about not being being able to protect you, despite you reminding him that it’s not his fault. He tells you how distraught he was when you died, and how promises to never let you go again. The two of you cuddle by the fire, and talk about all the things you’ll do together once you’re fully healed. He doesn’t let you out of sight for weeks on end, until he’s gotten over his shock and anxiety of losing you, and once he does he makes sure to spend more time with you, as he’s now paranoid about losing you again.

Robb Stark: Robb Stark would be absolutely overwhelmed with relief. He holds you close and buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if to make sure you’re really alive and not just a fragment of his imagination. He hugs you for the longest time, and strokes your hair and constantly whispers, “I love you” in your ear. When he has to complete his duties as King in the North, he makes sure to check on you every few hours, just to make sure you’re feeling okay, before kissing you and promising he’ll be back soon. He’s constantly showering you in affection, placing kisses on your forehead and cheek, and makes sure you’re always by his side once you’ve healed, whether it be a ride in the woods or a small council meeting, even if it’s to his bannermen’s dismay. He loves to make you feel happy, following the incident, and loves to bring you small things like flowers just to make you smile.

Jaime Lannister: Jaime would be thankful that you’re alive again. He’s kisses your forehead or cheek, and refuses to let you get up from your bed until you’ve fully healed, and stays and cares for you as best as he can, with some help from the maester. He’s constantly asking questions such as, “Are you comfortable?”, or “Are you thirsty?”, and “Are you sure?”, until you laugh and reassure him that you’re fine. He sometimes blurts things out like “I love you”, or “Thank you for coming back to me”, before looking away slightly blushing and embarrassed. Once you’ve fully healed he’s makes sure you’re always with him, and when he can’t be by your side he makes sure to double the guard around you, as he’s worried about losing you again.

Khal Drogo: Khal Drogo would be ecstatic and eager to have you back by his side once more, despite his khalasar’s fear and anxiety, as they believe your resurrection to be blood magic - which is forbidden within the Dothraki. He punishes anybody that spread any ill-word about you after you’re resurrected, especially those calling you a witch or a bloodmage, and refuses to let you out of his sight, and is constantly showering you in affection, placing sloppy kisses on your forehead, stroking your hair, whispering “Moon of my life” into your ear as you’re hugging/sleeping, or even surprising you with new jewellry and a new Dothraki leather vest as small gifts, just to make you feel valued and loved, trying to make you forget about your helpless incident.

Petyr Baelish: Petyr Baelish is shocked and content. Losing you took a huge toll on him as you were the only true love he ever had, so having you resurrected and come back to life was a shock to him. Firstly, he was shocked at what had even happened, as his whole life he had always thought magic and resurrection were simply made up tales, but once he realised you really were alive once more, he was astonished. He cares for you himself for days on end until you’ve fully healed, and refuses to let anyone see you apart from immediate family. He’s constantly spoiling you - having maids bring you food to your chambers to break your fast, or having baths run for you every morning and evening, or simply cuddling with you and stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, whispering things in your ear to comfort you. Although he’s not used to these emotions, he tries his best to make you feel happy and loved, trying to make the horrible memories of your death to go away, and go back to a healthy, stable relationship.

Tormund Giantsbane: Tormund is startled. Your death had hit him hard, and when you are resurrected and alive again, he’s very loving and sweet, trying to make you laugh as you’re still in bed healing. He’s constantly cracking jokes and doing stupid stuff just to make you giggle, and loves to tickle you when you’re hugging, and enjoys placing sloppy kisses on your forehead once you’re asleep. He’s always asking the maester about you and your condition, and when the maester doesn’t have a sure answer he quickly loses his temper, threatening the maester that he’ll die if he doesn’t make sure you heal fully, before you have to calm him down and reassure him that you just need to rest. When he calms down, his attention is back on you, and he’s still floating round your chambers trying to think of new ways to make you smile.

Sandor Clegane: Sandor Clegane is perplexed, and slightly anxious. Your death was hard on him, especially as he blamed himself the most for not being able to protect you, so he’s slightly anxious that you’ll resent him, or if you’ll reject him now that you’ve been resurrected. He’s completely relieved, however, when he finally sees you again. He holds you close, and you reassure him that it wasn’t his fault as he mutters apologies in your ear, before standing up straight and barking orders at every maester in the room to help you, and glares at anyone who looks useless. He makes sure to always stay in your chambers, as he feels that you’re safe when he’s with you, and is refuses to leave your side, even when the maesters ask him to step outside when you need rest. He sits by your side as you sleep, watching over you, thankful that you’re alive.

Jorah Mormont: Jorah is absolutely dumbfounded. He’s an emotional wreck after your death, and once you’re alive once more, he doesn’t let you out of his grip for minutes on end, constantly mumbling sweet things like “I love you”, or “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” and “Thank you for coming back, never leave me again”, and swears that you’ll never come to any harm ever again. He rarely even leaves your chambers as you’re healing, and takes refuge by a chair next to your bed, and holds your hand in his, constantly trying to comfort you, and asking for things he could do to make you feel better. Once you’ve fallen asleep he likes to kiss either the back of your hand or your forehead, before falling asleep in his own chair beside you, dreaming of the life the two of you hope to have in the future.

“Are you fucking her?”

Katsuki stands. With a slow, deliberate movement, he places both hands on the table and leans forward, those vermilion eyes finding yours in an unblinking stare.

“You wanna repeat that?” his lip arches in disgust, “Because I’m pretty sure I misheard you.”

Your heart beat buzzes across your skin. Anxiety eats at you, but the anger and pain pushes you forward. “Are you fucking her?" 

Bakugo doesn’t move, but the vein on his jaw grows more defined as he grinds his teeth together. "Why would you ask me that?”

“You’re not saying no.”

Diatribes = angry, bitter, or abusive speech/writing

- bumble anon 🐝🍯

Broken dreams and promises.

Soulmate au, where bakugo becomes so accustomed to your unconditional love that he takes it for granted. Word count: 700

Warnings: angst, verbally hurtful things.

Note: Gosh, I haven’t updated in so long. I’m going to try to work on requests and get back to writing again! Thanks for the support despite my inactivity. Heres a lil somethin, sorry if its poorly written

A childish, naive grin marked your face at night as you dreamily moved your pinky, tugging at the string tying you and your soulmate, head fuzzy as though cocooned in cotton candy, hoping the syrupy, yet warm and welcoming feelings could reach your fated one at the end of the string. Sometimes you longingly caressed it, cherished it as if it’s your most prized possession, it was certainly your most precious.

After meeting your fated, however, innocent, unexpectant grins turned to strained smiles. thin, weary, and cautious. You were however persistent enough to maintain them at night, for you were persistent to maintain your soulbond, to one day reach his heart, to sit nestled there comfortably. Hoping his guarded walls would lower to allow you to peek through. To caress the rough ridges and the soft spots, to get to know it all. If only he’d let you.

And eventually, you thought he did.