Nefelibata-agibilibus - Just Vibing

For my fellow writers:

yeahwriters - lots of prompts, images, quotes and motivation

writeworld - prompts, quotes, references, tips

fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment - character, plot development and vocabulary tips

writingprompts - amazing and original picture prompts

dictionaryofobscuresorrows - words you might not know and their meaning

wordjournal - more words

shannahmcgill - writing tips

archetypesandallusions - creative writing tips

kingdomjournalist - writing tips (not only how to write but also how to prepare emotionally)

livewritedream - bit of everything (prompts, tips)

mooderino - concise and to the point questions that help you build characters and stories

thewritershelpers - quotes, advice, book/author recommendations

writingquotes - what the url suggests

get-scribbling - prompts

scribblingoutofthelabyrinth - prompts, challenges, free writes

writing-problems - to know you are not alone in your struggles

I really hope that the Lazarus Tournament in Robin (2021) is gonna be extra af with a red carpet before the event, interviews with participants, a sassy commentator, a screaming audience and a cute mascot.

kinda depressed that the better half of my 20s will be spent wading through the immediate effects/aftermath of a global pandemic

physically stopping in my tracks in the middle of my midday walk because i took two hits, saw a flower and realized that gods cant love the way humans can because love is about survival

“Dick Grayson’s concept design for Damian’s Robin uniform.”

From Batman Files.

DICK DESIGNED DAMIAN’S UNIFORM, GUYS. WITH NO DISCO COLLARS. OR FEATHERS. 

So he isn’t totally helpless when it comes to fashion. :’D

Disaster gay 🏳️‍🌈 ✨

🏳️‍🌈 are you a distinguished gay, a functional gay, or disaster gay? 🏳️‍🌈

Polyam day

Piper woke up, her limbs tired, her eyes itching, she didn’t remember how she got home, the last thing on her mind was studying in the library, a horrible migraine during a horrible day, thankfully, today was better, just her body sore.

The door opened, soft steps around the room, the curtain moving, a crack of sunlight entering the place.

“Morning babe, how was your sleep?”

Reyna was at the window, her hair loose, long, falling at her back, a towel around her neck, barefoot, she was brushing her hair.

“Let me.”

Piper sat on the bed, stretching her arms, holding the brush on the nightstand, brushing Reyna’s hair, kissing her neck, quickly, smiling at the blushing of her girlfriend.

“Are you fine?”

Annabeth entered the room, holding a tray, scramble eggs, waffles, a cup of chocolate and a glass with a flower on it, leaving the breakfast on the bed, she climbed on and kissed Piper, a chaste kiss on her lips, other kiss on her nose and one on Reyna’s cheek.

“Yep, better than yesterday,” answered Piper, putting the tray on her legs, cutting a bit of a waffle “but, how did I get here?”

“Leo found you knocked out on the library, we brought you home, made you take a bubble bath and put on pajamas.”

Piper smiled, feeling cozy, looking at her girlfriends.

“I love you, both of you.”

@pjofemslashweek

good essays i’ve read this year

“the siren song” by nina maclaughlin

“out there: on not finishing” by devin kelly

“illuminating kirinyaga: meaing and knowing in mount kenya’s forests” by tristan mcconnell

“on the igbo art of storytelling” by ikechukwu ogbu

“poetry fills tehran streets as iranians adapt nowruz rituals to corona restrictions” by alex shams

“writing emails to my late father” by krista stevens

“panic is worse than pain: how fiction failed me after trauma” by jenn ashworth

Young Justice as Troubled Birds

Kaldur:

Dick:

Wally:

Conner:

M'gann:

Artemis:

And finally, everyone:

Pick A Song

"You're alone," said his step-mother, a wicked smile on her lips.

"They will come." But Nico wasn't sure.

He walked in, Hazel was in the living room, reading a book, Frank was at his side, sitting straight, in a different chair than Hazel, too nervous.

"Leo and Jason?"

"They will come."

Hazel sighed, patting at his side, where Nico sat, burying his fingers on his tights.

Being in a polyamory relationship was hard, especially when his family mocked him about that, even Hazel, sweet and caring, looked at him weirdly.

"Nico, dad is expecting you, he's in his office."

Bianca was standing, avoiding his eyes, walking away when Nico passed at her side, his heart still aching.

"None of your boys came."

"They're late, Leo is working, soon he will get a patent, the youngest boy getting one."

Nico's voice was angry, the teasing in his father's tone infuriating him, the words dripping venom.

"And Jason, his father still spoiling him? at least Valdez has his own money"

"The scholarship of Jason isn't a gift"

Mr. di Angelo waved, standing from his desk, walking to the dining room, where the rest of the family was waiting.

Thanks to god, only his sisters, father, and step-mother were there, but he was expecting Jason and Leo, the family wouldn't be so mean in their presence.

He could fake an emergency, though, Leo burning something, Jason injured, an imaginary pet dying.

While he considered causing an accident, the doorbell rang, the heart of Nico pumping, he almost ran to open the door, Leo and Jason on the door.

"Sorry, babe, Superman got stuck at the laundry."

Nico hugged Leo, breathing deeply, kissing his jaw, barely crying, feeling safe with his boys.

"Hi, Neeks, I'm really sorry."

Jason was holding a bouquet, a shy smile, bitting the little scar on his face, reaching Nico's hand, interweaving their fingers, kissing them.

"At least you're here."