Challenge #00588 - A223: You Can’t Make Me!
"You’ve lost the right to see me cry."
"What?" said the cogniscent on his personal comms, sitting opposite Rael. "What does that even mean, Barbera?"
"It means you’ve hurt me for the last time," said a higher-pitched voice. Either the cogniscent in question had her on speaker, or his volume was irresponsibly loud. Either way, the entire carriage of the Tram could hear them both. "I’m leaving, and I’m putting you on my blocked list."
"What? How dare you? Did you know everyone here can hear what a bitch you’re being?"
"Actually," corrected Rael, "We can all hear you—" a flourish of his handy mini-fan, all in silver, "—being an asshole."
Some of the nearby passengers began digging for change.
"Those kinds of tactics don’t work, any more," Rael informed. "She’s right. You’ve lost the right to see her cry."
The cogniscent fell into stammering half-words as Rael collected a round of applause and enough Minutes to get something large and greasy at Unsuitable Food Eat.
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I just saved 100K words
At 500 words a day, that’s 200 days of effort. I have 40 days worth of writing left to go.
That is, before I get to my target. I may go over.
Then I have editing and only three reliable beta-readers. Should I ask for more? Would I be asking for trouble? I’m pretty certain three is not enough.
Ugh, editing sucks.
Exploring Emotionally Abusive Relationships
Characteristics of an emotionally abusive relationship include:
· Using money as a means of control
· Threatening to walk out or abandon you
· Creating fear and anxiety through looks, words, threats and actions
· Destroying things (and often things you value) – either in a cold and heartless way, or in an angry fit of rage
· Using blaming, shaming, minimizing and denial to control you
· Verbally attacking and demeaning you (includes name calling, shouting at you, criticising and putting you down – especially in public)
· Attacking and putting you down in private, and acting loving and charming in public
· Minimising the abuse; acting as if you’re over-reacting and it’s “no big deal”
· Deliberately withholding approval, affirmation and affection as a means of punishment or control
The effects of living with emotional abuse include:
· A fear of being natural and spontaneous
· A loss of enthusiasm
· Insecurity related to how they coming across to others
· An inner belief that they are deeply flawed
· A loss of self-confidence and self esteem
· Growing self-doubt (so they’re afraid to make even the smallest decision, or to take on even the simplest of tasks)
· Never trusting their own judgment (as they believe that they’re likely to get it wrong, or to misunderstand or misread everything)
· Having a constant critic in their head
· Feeling they should be happier and more upbeat than they are (in order to meet the approval of others)
· Feeling they’re too sensitive, and ought to “toughen up”
· Fearing they’re going crazy, or losing their mind
· Having a tendency to live in the future (“Everything will be OK when/after ….”)
· A desire to break free, escape or run away
· A distrust and fear of entering into any close relationships again.
All ready for the typography!
(Aigh! I’m not ready!)
Seriously, I have like 300 fonts-in-potentia to audition with my way-more-aesthetic Significant Other and a slight hole in my budget.
And about 21K words to go. Plus editing.
I know there’s 170+ nice people reading my blog. If every last one of you paid ten dollars or more for One Year of Instants, I might be set [You’re exempt, recklessprudence, you’ve paid more and twice] if I could magically make my Smashwords clear in a hurry 9_9
Don’t worry about me. I’ll find a way.
I’m just feeling a little squeeze at the moment. That’s all
The Governor of Missouri just relieved the entire St. Louis County PD
I originally said “Ferguson PD” - that’s wrong. It’s all of St. Louis County.
State and Federal law enforcement are taking over.
That’s all the tweet from the Governor’s office said.
I suggest you watch the news carefully in the next few hours.
Here’s a story with more information
sigmacavalcadium said: Sad II Prompt: "I stopped missing you"
(#00587 - A222)
Casual visitors would never know this was a graveyard, since it looked like an orchard. Children of tourists played between the trees. Permanent and near-permanent residents lit incense for the burners in the shrine at the gate before they went foraging for fresh fruit.
Neither of them came here, where the new plants were.
Here, the markers were synthstone posts, not the plaques that the full-grown trees would take into their bark. Here, young trees were tended carefully by the people who missed the people who were becoming part of the station for the rest of the foreseeable eternity.
Etta carefully watered the Olive seedling bearing the marker for an old man she’d never met. Making sure she avoided the incense left smouldering by either Lyr Marken or Rael.
Then she went on to scatter slow-release fertiliser pellets by the climbing fig and the little synthstone marker that read: Boy. Loyal to his Master. Beloved by his Boss. Good dog.
She lit her incense, set it in place, and knelt.
"I stopped missing you," she confessed. "Just today I noticed it. I’ve stopped looking for you under the table. I’ve stopped reaching out to scratch your head when I’m watching the entertainments. And I’ve stopped looking for you when I’m on my rounds in the entrance queues on patrol." Sigh. "I’m finally used to you not being there. And when I realised it… I cried all over again."
It would be twenty years or more before his Master’s olive tree would be strong enough to allow the fig to climb it. That was why Etta had picked a slow growing variety.
"I’m not over you, yet. I don’t think I ever will be. You’ve left a Boy-shaped hole in the cosmos and my life is a little darker because of it. And I know you’d never want me to be sad… or alone. I’m just not ready for another dog in my life. Not yet."
The giggling of children playing carried over the wind chimes and a ceremonial gong. Etta allowed the peace off it to fill her. Let the incense calm her inner turmoil.
"You always will be my Good Boy," she said, patting the earth before she rose. It was nearly time for her duties.
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OK, so this is about the most effed up thing that has happened to women in a while (which is saying a lot.) Today, in “Full-Grown Adults Acting Like The Meanest Kids You Went To Middle School With,” a woman in Cincinnati was horror-stricken to learn that the results of her STD test had been made public. Two hospital employees took it upon themselves to post this woman’s name and her sensitive medical information to a 2200-member-strong Facebook group called “Team No Hoes.” The screenshot of the test results was followed by a barrage of comments labeling the woman a “hoe” and “slut.” The Cincinnati woman’s attorney, Mike Allen, stated that his client “… was absolutely devastated. That is the most private of private medical information that was posted on Facebook and went out to a group on Facebook that had a huge dissemination.” The woman in question is suing two employees from the UC Medical Center where she was tested, who allegedly procured and posted …
Reason why we need feminism number five bajillion….
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EVERY SINGLE ONE
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When I say shitty fanfics
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