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Breakfast of Champions

Technically an older poem but it fit the theme for the day of the poetry month challenge thing I'm participating in on discord sooo....

There has to be a balance Can’t be too toasted The butter won’t soak right Burnt is the wrong flavor A triangle is acceptable Uncut better Lick your lips Eggs and bacon on top But just a bowl of cereal Colorful rings And the sound of a wheel spinning Newspaper rustles The sun peeks over the horizon Coffee smells bitter “Do you girls want to help in the garden today?”

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Writing Prompt #2966

"We have to fix this."

"We? Fuck that. I'm out."

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That awkward moment when you see a tag on something reblogged from you that says "repair" but you're a dumb ass and you read "rare pair" and wonder what you've posted that hits that since you don't remember...

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Fanfic so good you gotta stop and scroll on social media to not get overwhelmed

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I recently told an ao3 writer that I keep going back to their 260k word unfinished slowburn checking for updates for the last 2 years. They said I'm like that puppy that waits for his dead owner at the train station every day.

That's the realest thing anyone's told me online, I ain't even mad.

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do u ever just point at two characters and go “i want that one to get hurt and i want the other one to get really angsty about it”

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canon means nothing when I can shelter my blorbo and keep him alive through the power of archive of our own

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had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

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I cannot emphasize enough how much you need to read thoroughly through the terms of any publication before you send your writing to them. It is mandatory that you know and understand what rights you’re giving away when you’re trying to get published.

Just the other day I was emailed by a relatively new indie journal looking for writers. They made it very clear that they did not pay writers for their work, so I figured I’d probably be passing, but I took a look at their Copyright policy out of curiosity and it was a nightmare. They wanted “non-exclusive, irrevocable, royalty-free, perpetual, worldwide license and right to use, display, reproduce, distribute, and publish the Work on the internet and on or in any medium” (that’s copy and pasted btw) and that was the first of 10 sections on their Copyright agreement page. Yikes. That’s exactly the type of publishing nightmare you don’t want to be trapped in. 

Most journals will ask for “First North American Rights” or a variation on “First Rights” which operate under the assumption that all right revert back to you and they only have the right to be the first publishers of the work. That is what you need to be looking for because you do want to retain all the rights to your work. 

You want all rights to revert back to you upon publication in case you, say, want to publish it again in the future or use it for a bookmark or post it on your blog, or anything else you might want to do with the writing you worked hard on. Any time a publisher wants more than that, be very suspicious. Anyone who wants to own your work forever and be able to do whatever they want with it without your permission is not to be trusted. Anyone who wants all that and wants you to sign away your right to ever be paid for your work is running a scam.

Protect your writing. It’s not just your intellectual property, it’s also your baby. You worked hard on it. You need to do the extra research to protect yourself so that a scammer (or even a well meaning start up) doesn’t steal you work right from under you nose and make money off of it.

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OC Kiss Week 2025 - Day 1 - “Desperate”

In which Wills has to restrain himself. (398 words) WIP: Til Death Do Us Part Characters: Williamson Jones, Navraj Choudhury  taglist: @vacantgodling, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @mrbexwrites, @glbettwrites, @writingrosesonneptune (+/-)

I wanted to kiss you when it began to rain, and you held up the umbrella for us both; just right for me, and a fraction too low for you. It would have been so easy just to lean in and meet you, and dip in for a kiss - instead, I had to settle for a friendly, distanced, ‘Cheers ever so’. And when you got doughnut sugar on your fingers and licked it off, I badly wanted to grab a hold of your face and taste your tongue, right there in public, chasing the sweetness.

When you cocked your hat and winked one eye shut at the shooting gallery, I wanted to take the BB gun from your hands and pin you against the fairground stand, just to kiss you silly in front of all the other fairgoers.

I didn’t, of course. But once - just once - I wanted to ignore the laws and the society that forced us to hide in any place that wasn’t our home. I wanted to show the world the love that threatened to choke me at times; wanted to pull your hand from the armour of its glove and hold it to mine, palm to palm. 

I waited, instead. Waited until the door had closed behind us, key in a deadbolt, traffic and rain dimming outside. Waited until we were alone, and the world didn’t see us as two men - one English, one dark-skinned and foreign - and we were allowed to be only what we were to each other.

I pressed close when I kissed you in the hallway, stray raindrops dripping from my nose. Your lips were cold, but the inside of your mouth was warm, and there was still a hint of that doughnut-sugar sweetness - though that may have been my imagination. Once you realised what was going on, one of your arms slid beneath my coat, battling for yet more closeness, and a hum of satisfaction formed in your chest.

“What’s this all about?” you asked when our lips parted, your words quiet and damp across my mouth as the rain began to evaporate from our clothes. You smiled, and I stroked a thumb across your brow before a stray raindrop slid into your eye.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied, breezy but breathless, drugged on the warmth of your body pressed close. “I’ve just been desperate to kiss you all day.”

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And maybe in 2025 fanfic authors will reply to comments more too and not ignore their readers🤗🤭

I try to respond to every comment I get. These days I rarely get one so it’s easier because I only get something posted like twice a year. Back in the day though it could get overwhelming. I do try.

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When you accidentally create parallels in your writing.

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first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

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✨ Announcement ✨

Ya girl got a short story accepted in a magazine! The link for it will be available soon in the Latest Release section on my intro post!

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another great ship dynamic is "characters who are deeply traumatized and haunted by nightmares are finally able to get a peaceful night of sleep in each other's arms"

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When I think of you

The sky turns pinks with orange hues 

As the stars begin to kiss us hello

The city lights, a sprawled map below

Staring through cracked windshields

It's broken taillights, burnt out headlights

Mixed CD's, car dancing, parties, endless roads,

The streets were ours for the taking, you and me.

We had nothing to lose but time and we were free.

Your laughter filling all the dark places of my mind

Your smile, pulled me in, so convincing and warm,

I could never stay mad, or say no

Brown eyes laced in gold, searing through my soul.

Do I remember you? 

You were safety and home. 

I was a few pages in your chapter. 

You were a chapter in my book. 

I've relived those moments so many times,

It's stamped, "Handle with care, most looked."  

When I think of you, the story begins,

A girl with a car, no where to call home,

And A boy on the run with places to go. 

A chapter well written in love,

The pages still breathe your cologne. 

When I stop and think of you,

For a moment, I'm a teenager, home. 

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Do you re-post every fic that's written for these events on here or do you only share them if the fic author posts a link to their fic on tumblr?

Just the ones that people make Tumblr posts about, and tag this blog or post to the #smubbles tag. You can find all works posted to all previous event collections on AO3 though!