from Gotham project
i am like batman except i just listen to epic moody music and be dark and brooding but everyone else just thinks im autistic
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from Gotham project
i am like batman except i just listen to epic moody music and be dark and brooding but everyone else just thinks im autistic
from liv
hii! honestly i might just be screaming this post into the void, i genuinely have no idea if people will read it (certainly i’m under no illusions people will care)
but still, i felt like writing something, and i want to get actually into this, so here’s the situation!
sorry for like not posting for ages, i honestly ended up pretty unhappy with the first chapter, and i didn’t feel like fleshing out those characters or settings, it was mostly just a jumping off point to see if i could do it.
anyway, i’ve come up with two narratives that i think i wanna tell, both in the same world as WTSCU was, but with a little bit of like, actual plot in mind, not just me trying to like formulate my ideal world in a narrative form
i do also love just thinking about a more sustainable/peaceful/equitable/leisurely future though, i find it so relaxing and motivating, so if people wanted i totally would absolutely love to like share some of my worldbuilding for the 2090 setting.
so back to those two stories! the first concept i have wouldn’t be utopian, or really happy at all- it’d be set in the late 30’s early 40’s, which is one of the darker moments in the timeline, but i think i have an actual story i want to tell there, and it could provide context for this little project
concept two is a sweet little sapphic romance where we get a little more into the realm of just me having fun and imagining fun solarpunk futuristic shit, and, of course, that smut that i talked about.
just as a warning, the rest of this blogpost might be a little NSFW
so like. okay. i feel like i have such fun sexy little things i want to write, but i am not good at writing, nor is horny really an ideal mood for writing in? plus, it’s deeply awkward to actually post it where i know people i know will find it.
but also like it’s kinda so much fun to talk about sex, and there’s just too many ideas bouncing around inside my head for me to not write them down.
so the gay sex story is happening, but don’t expect actual smut for like a little bit, i’ll need at least a couple of chapters of context first.
life is also absurdly busy right now, so it might take forever, but i promise i will make it actually happen
when i do get around to writing the spicy stuff though, i can’t be the only one doing it so it would be nice if others wrote some sexy words for their own girlblogs
bye
from BurntRamen
There’s a heft to a breath That reminds of - Finely brewed coffee, Two dollar chapstick, The tomatoes – of your garden
From blooming aromas, To tea bags abandoned - In waters un-waded, It seems I've over-steeped And left the kettle on
Your hair’s gotten long. But not long enough For you, to want, to tie, it up
from Random stuff by O
A writing
Strolling to the bathroom, Looking in the mirror; why am I like this? I splash my face. say “I can do this” but my voice is not how I remembered. I am almost taller than my mirror now;finally growing. I take off my shirt and gently run my fingertips down my back to relieve myself of this itch. I grab clothes to wear. I look down. First mistake. I throw on my clothes trying to not cry. Why am I like this? I try and take a deep breath. Why am I like this? I go and make breakfast and realize my shirt is too tight. Why am I like this? I get in the car. I am not yet driving. I smile. My dog is trying to lick my face. We are here. I can’t breathe. I walk in. They don’t know my secret. Why am I like this? I sigh in relief. I run up to them like I’m a little kid running to their best friend. I smile.
from FarkasCity Blog
In Reply To: “Thanks For Your Response” — shrrrrub References: “Re: Can We Have Comments?” — FarkasCity Blog
My only concern is that you seem to want FarkasCity to be a conversation, of sorts, where all is given equal weight and whatnot. Is there any plan in place that prevents the general feed from being overly convoluted?
— shrrrrub
It’s not that I want FarkasCity to be a conversation per se, but more that I want everyone — including authors of blogs on their own sites — to have an equal voice should a conversation emerge.
If you’d like to keep a conversation organized, especially one that takes place across multiple sites, then link to posts that you're replying to so that readers can follow the conversation. If you’d like, you can also link to posts that reply to your own (see “Re: Can We Have Comments?” as an example of this).
Is there any plan in place that prevents the general feed from being overly convoluted?
Not at the moment. I did not anticipate the feed being as popular as it is, so I haven’t really thought about this. I can say that the there is a plan to keep the feed spam-free, though.
I’m open to this if this is something people want. If anyone has an idea of what this could look like, then write a reply or send me an email.
#Replies
from FarkasCity Blog
There has been some unexpected downtime today due to severe weather. The server is back up now, and no data was lost. I am currently working to ensure that it remains up as the storm continues. As always, please email me if you have any questions or concerns.
Incident details
#StatusUpdates #Downtime
from thelunchbox
6 bucks is an absolute bargain.
Ironic stock is going to take off
THIS IS AN ADVERTISEMENT
buy it. buy it now, before H with umulat runs out of stock.
#ironytakeover #buyironystock #dontmissout
from guah ca mole EEEE
There's a place by the seashore
Covered in rocks, and seaweed, and droppings from black-tipped gulls.
At the top, I pretend there's a door.
It leads to a world of white nothings,
Where the sea and the sky meet in bright darkness,
and the stars don't shine.
When I climb to the tip of the rocks,
I look out at this world, of the sea and the sky,
And I wish I could cross that line.
I wish I could reach out my hand
And gather the soft darkness of the star-weary sky into my fingers.
I wish I could reach through the door and take a piece of that dim light back to my land,
So I could have it evermore.
I like to lie there, and think of the waves that wash upside-out in this world of mine.
And when the sun falls and the day runs away,
I go back, and with this brief view of a world that is more, I am fine.
I think it's the knowing that does it, that makes in all right in the end.
And yet...
from guah ca mole EEEE
#TIME
where did you go
why did you leave me here alone
wait
dont go so fast
im missing the moments as they pass
now im lost
in the mirror
and the worlds
getting clearer
so wait for me this time
this time
from shrrrrub
To the Most Diplomatic and Respected Farkas Mayor:
Thanks for your reply. It was well thought-out, and honestly answered the question. I appreciate it.
My only concern is that you seem to want Farkas City to be a conversation, of sorts, where all is given equal weight and whatnot. Is there any plan in place that prevents the general feed from being overly convoluted?
post-script
mayor i am very sad by ur announcement u get ur reasons behind it and stuff but i dont like it
from shrrrrub
that's it. there's no formal way to suggest changes to the site from the site. i think it'd be neat to have comments tho
Loneliness
The time of loneliness after a breakup A weekend spent playing an entire live boxset End to end to end, no rewinding each Cassette with a pencil to the good bits.
The time of loneliness was a Christmas Holiday, a break from the oppressive Jollity of others, a time to embrace a Bottle of red and a collection of essays.
The time of loneliness ended with a Slice of cake delivered by a neighbour and Realising that loneliness, like love, Is a practice not a condition, It had its purposes and its reasons A time for its season, and a time to stop.
from TheBerwickJournal
Update
There's been a veritable flourishing of news output in Berwick recently, with the launch of the Bridge and Berwick Town Council's production of a monthly newsletter.
Good stuff, but it's more surface than substance, and doesn't touch on the deeper issues around Berwick's future.
from Uncertainty
Let's talk about everything, really.
I've got this friend who got a girlfriend, and kinda stopped messaging me like they used to, which got me thinking, would I do the same? Would I forget about my friends, acquaintances etc. the moment I become more successful? I hope not. It's probably better to strive for the better future instead of remaining with the ones who hold you down, but it was never like that in my life. The only people I dropped communication with, were the ones I disliked. None of those, who I truly appreciate and keep contact with, I ever forgot. And it doesn't matter who they are, as long as we have the same wavelength.
Been thinking about life on a wider scale than just “get through this day well”. World's just... too complex? Every big country does weird things, big companies screw everyone, everyone is screwed by everything, and that's not mentioning stuff like climate change, nukes and other dangerous things which could kill us all, but so few cares. Economy is another thing I don't get – people get underpaid, cost of life and commodities get too expensive, how does anyone think people can survive at all in the future.
Lately I've been having issues with doing/learning anything useful. Feeling like all life goals have disappeared. Or maybe that's actually summer's temperature, which usually gets me lazy. Also an issue, but not a big one.
Related to the previous topic, I haven't been doing very well with my attempts to write fiction. At first I felt that the issue is in not knowing how to write natural dialogues, or how to make characters with goals, ambitions, values – like real people. But after not writing anything for weeks, I started to think that maybe I have no idea how to write something big in general. It's hard to start typing when I know that no great idea have appeared in my head about any of the stories that I want to write. And thus I never start writing, and never get anywhere (which is the issue). Maybe I should just write, even if it sounds rough or I have no idea how to put my thoughts right or I have no idea about the plot, just write anything and think/edit later.
Phew, that is a nice amount text. It may become boring if I continue to think, so let's leave it at that. Have fun
from guah ca mole EEEE
tryna think about all these deep thinga ma jigs and my brain just keeps going back to hot dog man
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e3/Dancing_Hot_Dog.jpg/220px-Dancing_Hot_Dog.jpg
from qaqland
人啊,或者说我作为人而言,一个月总会有那么几天很开心,剩下的七七八八就像死了什么一样,或暗无天日、或浑浑噩噩、或者身体上哪里不舒服。在网上看到说被组织调查会惩罚你不能好好休息、与世隔绝、不能与外界交流,我甚至有点幻想去体验一次,看看是自身的精神释放还是外界的控制更加压迫。咳咳,我怎么可能去那里,最多是不可避免的接触罢了。
今天中午休息的时候,我脑子开始像电影中人要去世一样,记忆不断翻滚,也不知道心理咨询的时候怎么是空空如也。
寄宿考研的时候每天过的挺舒适,那段日子感觉时间是不要钱的,每天想干就干,不想做也可以去休息,或者就每天花一个小时去听播客然后散步,天不冷的时候我还跳绳锻炼了一段时间。晚上有舒服的热水澡(虽然后期睡不着),也有洗衣机。
位置不错,附近是烂尾楼和拆迁安置区,还有不远的地铁,人不是很多但是路也有,快递外卖也有,物价超级便宜,10块的牛肉汤、10块的麻辣烫、7元一荤两素、8元两荤一素、5块的台湾饭团、5块的杂粮煎饼……好多同学们,一个玩原神的室友、一个干施工监理的室友、一个211的室友、还有个气场是主任级的室友。网络上还认识了好多可爱的人,打荒野乱斗认识的女生名字四个字,她说她开始在意,我说不要哭;波波学习很认真,但是英语不好,那时的我对英语还很有自信。
疫情封控期间,我白天坐马路牙子上写字,晚上搬了桌子,每天背背书,背书背单词啊,抬头看看天空,有幻想也有要做的事。
大学大学不太记得了:
记忆里出现过高中时期的篮球场操场,但是我不喜欢篮球。高三的时候特别怀念高一,但又最后什么没有留下,就像我现在轻轻的,也什么都没有。