#//sorry this took a million years 😅

[valentinejaes]

tagged by @baekslight (ty sandra 🥰) to do this picrew!

I tried to make mason at the top 🤭

tagging anyone who wants to do this bc I'm super late to this 💜

[leslutdepointedulac]

List 5 things that make you happy then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged from you! ✨❤

Hmmm. I think 5 things would be:

My dog

My friends

TVC what a surprise lmfao

Fluffy socks

Listening to music

[thelovelylolly]

Hi first of all i hope youre doing okay, wel best as you can be and i give you my condoleance 💗 please take care of yourself and don't feel obligated to anything.

Tw: school shooting

I was wondering (for when you maybe feel like writing again) You could write Frank Castle x teen reader where she's maybe like his daughter figure (like amy) and he's out doing vigilante shit while she's in school and gets a text from her saying just " i love you" but there is a school shooting and she's shot and just full on panic for context i was in a school shooting a year or two back and got shot luckly the police and ambulance came shortly after but i just wish i had someone like Frank to calm me down or come save me 😅💗

If you dont wanna write this or feel comfortable because of this request my apologies im so sorry just ignore it if that s the case.

I hope you have a great day and thanks for reading anyway.

I've Got You

Summary : During a vigilante job, Frank gets a text from you and he knows something's wrong. He soon finds out what happened and was there for you. Warnings : *please dont read this if any of this makes you uncomfortable, do whats best for you and your mental health!!* mentions of a shooting, injuries, and death. heavy angst, hurt/comfort, fem reader (daughter figure) Notes : thank you for your kind words love <3 im so sorry youve had to go through something like that, no one deserves to go through that, but im happy youre here :) thank you for your request and i hope i did your idea justice <3

'I love you.'

Frank never knew three words from a text could scare him so much. The three words he had said to you when he came to terms with you becoming a daughter to him. The three words you two rarely had to say to each other since you showed your love for each other in different ways.

The three words you said on a whim before going to school that morning, because it felt right and you had a gut feeling to say it.

But now, Frank was terrified. You usually sent texts with all lowercase letter, with little to no punctuation, with acronyms and sayings that he didn't get.

He was in the middle of a stake out when his phone pinged. He quickly ditched his job and hopped in his truck, speeding towards your school and trying to text you at the same time.

'What's going on?'

'Text me back'

'Call me'

'Do something to let me know you're okay'

His stopped texting after a minute and tuned his radio to the police's frequency, a trick he needed for his jobs.

"Shots fired at the high school, two squads already on the scene-"

Shots fired.

Those two words echoed through Frank's mind, drowning out whatever the dispatcher was saying. He had heard those words millions of times between his marine years and his vigilante time, but this time was different. You were in danger and Frank wasn't there with you, ready to put himself between you and whatever threatened you.

Frank was still blocks away when he heard the dispatcher say, "students are starting to be escorted out, threat is cornered in the gym."

Frank took a deep breath. You could be outside already, waiting for him. He could see you clinging to your friends, all of you relieved to be alive. He could see you talking to whatever authority figure would talk to you, asking them if everyone was okay and who was still inside. You were very compassionate, ready to put yourself in danger to help others.

Something you picked up from Frank.

Minutes later, Frank pulled up to your school. He saw ambulances and many cop cars parked in front and around the sides. He usually would stay away from the cops, but he didn't care. He needed to see you alive and safe.

He parked his truck and quickly got out, jogging over to the crowd of crying students, teachers and parents. He scanned the crowd for you, but he didn't spot you. What if you weren't out yet? Were you still stuck inside? Were you hurt and couldn't get out?

What if he was too late?

"Can I borrow your phone to call my dad? I just want him to know I'm okay."

He heard your voice and spun around, his eyes immediately locking onto you. You were sitting in the back of an ambulance, talking to the first responder inside with you. You were holding your side and your leg was bouncing up and down quickly, a nervous habit of yours.

Frank called out your name and started towards you. You looked over at him and quickly got out of the ambulance, wincing slightly when you hit the ground. You jogged over to Frank, letting yourself break the dam of tears you had been holding back.

The moment Frank's arms wrapped around you, holding you as close as possible, you let a sob rack your body. You were too tired to hug him back, letting yourself sob in his arms. He started to rub soothing circles on your back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. I've got you, I'm here."

His words made you cry more and wrap your arms around him, holding him tight to make sure he's real.

You were terrified and had no idea if you were going to see him again. You texted him 'I love you' to make sure he knew just in case, then you shut it off so it wouldn't light up or make noise. You then dropped your phone as you were running out of the building.

Frank pulled away from you, looking at you and wiping your tears away.

"I thought I lost you, kid. I-I thought you were still inside," he said, choking up a bit. He glanced down to your side, seeing the bandages wrapped around your stomach. "What happened?

You followed his gaze down, sniveling a bit as you took a deep breath. "I g-got hit, but th-they said it wasn't bad. I g-guess I got lucky."

Frank wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to kiss your forehead.

"I love you," you murmured.

"I love you, too, kid," he replied, leading you to his truck.

[sordidmusings]

Update! (Again lol): plans, loss, and music

Howdy doody! I’ll get to the fic stuff lickety split cuz I imagine that’s the most pertinent for most. Next TLC soon to be posted and the part after that under way again! Just have to finish up checking up the next section as it was done before but was one of the fics claimed by one of my cringy “want to delete my existence” moods 💀🤡 that’s where my ao3 and masterlist went too so whoops lol did save my stuff from getting posted under someone else’s name once so sometimes that cringe instinct works out for the better 👌🏻 still trying to kick the habit tho 💀 but yeah just gotta clean it over and get it back up again! Thank you for your patience 🤍

Comfort fic with Croc is well underway! Sorry that that’s taking longer than expected and an even bigger sorry to the request for Croc and reader team bonding smut cuz that boys been taking ten million years. Both of you, I appreciate your patience too and hope to make it worth the wait!!

X Marine reader headcanons almost done in their first part! Doing the first installment as general headcanons/vibe and the backstory for them, the second being a detailed how they met, and the third being a big event for the relationship like a confession or one saving the other or coming to terms with the relationship being doomed etc etc. it kinda spiraled out of control on ideas as I have a tendency to do sorry 😅

Besides a Law fic, those are the priorities right now tho there’s also kinktober to discuss. I’ve always always wanted to do kinktober but I’m still not good enough. I’ve been trying to do some prep for it and think I may be able to get many headcanons out for the month on it but again I’m not at a quality or in life circumstances where I can make it happen with actual fic this year.

And with life circumstances, yeah there’s business with jobs and obligations and taking care of people and trying to take care of myself, but my great struggle for the past stretch of weeks and onwards is the death of my mentor, friend, and father figure who was my piano teacher. He was older but it was very sudden and we’ve all been scrambling to contend with the loss of him and try to keep all the programs he was running afloat and keep his memory and influence alive. His reach in the music community and the genuine depth with which he connected to others is now a huge wound for many of us. He was a person of exceptional quality and heart. There’s a memorial concert for him mid October that I’m one of the performers in and I’m glad it’s forcing me to practice because piano has been really hurting. Everything has been. I was already struggling to keep on top of things and in the face of this I really am floundering pretty bad, despite trying to take care of it myself cuz I know I was already asking much of others having to listen to me sometimes and most people go mute in the face of death and I don’t want that to be my experience with others right now.

So to share something more positive in this experience, here is a snippet of the piece I’m polishing back up for the memorial concert.

You’ll hear me mention briefly in the middle a “church bells section”. I was talking with @gingernut1314 about this piece while showing her some other stuff and so I gave context about why I chose it for his memorial. For ease imma just pop in a copy of that lol

{This is from the piece that I’m polishing back up for Ian’s memorial concert! It’s the second movement of Debussy’s Images for Piano. I finished learning all three with Ian. The first is likely my favorite, the third is a MONSTER (but that atm just kinda makes me want to get that back up again too to Conquer it lol), but the second one has the right mood for a memorial and is the one I spent the most time working on with him for expression (took forever to get it right and some of it was still only like just almost there when my recital came around 🤡) and it was the one I think he was happiest with how I played in the end. The final bit of the movement is just breathtaking and peaceful tho it does end sad. Ian talked about his time studying in Europe and visiting France and church bells echo on the mountainside there and that that’s the type of imagery to evoke there. He was a devout man himself and I thought that that being the end to something I play for his memory would make him happy.}

Thank again sweet pea for your time listening to me play and talk about classical piano and such in general!!! I appreciate you 🧡🧡🧡 and thank you to any of you who give this vid a listen and have this post a read. I hope to bring actual substance and treats to you all soon!!! I working on it I swear 💀💀💀

On a final note that sums basically all this shit up, that mentioned Law fic is something I’ve been mucking through to process some by engaging with a death that isn’t related to me. So! It is a fic where reader helps Law finally open up all the festering feelings and thoughts he wouldn’t let himself express around Cora’s death. I’ll give a more proper shout out there, but thank you to the people who have shown me kindness and understanding and friendship in the past couple months. You all know who you are (hopefully haha) - I try to impress these things directly to you as well but it felt right to say it here as well. Interacting with you all has impacted me positivity and you all make the world a more welcoming and loving place 🤍🤍🤍

I’d also like to extend a thank you to anyone interacting with any of my posts! I often feel invisible and unworthy so acknowledgements even small and passing are a nice !!!! to my brain and I appreciate it❣️

Talk to yall soon!

Oh and as a stupid ps cuz I forget things and have nowhere else to put this random thought - expect some One Piece crochet content sometime dhdjfhkdnd I’m finally almost fuckin done with a damn Bepo design that’s been fighting me forever 😤😤😤 same with a Cora swan lol might sneak some regular crochet and more piano in there too for shits and giggles but we’ll see - anyone else get The Guilt when you post things that don’t feel like the thing you promised or should ehcjfjldmccl cuz this bitch do and it keeps me from doing like anything cuz I’ve got a clinical case of the Brain Sillies 🤷🏼‍♀️ anyway - smooches!!!!

Oh and if you’re afraid to comment or like cuz the death topic - I won’t think anyone is being an ass for not mentioning it lol I brought it up for context and because he is so important to me not because I expect people on a post to do something about it. So as with all my content, no worries!! This is a Chill Zone that just so happens to have sad hours semi regularly but we vibe lol

[haylorheart]

Peter

Haylor FANFICTION based off the song Peter by Taylor Swift. <3

First fanfic in a long time, and first one about a celebrity and not a show, so please be gentle with me. It’s a one shot probably and nothing will come of it besides this. 🫣🫠 also my character development is in the works. Harry needs some… help 😅

Forgive me Peter, my lost fearless Leader, in closets like cedar preserved from when we were just kids Is it something I did? The goddess of timing once found us beguiling. She said she was trying; Peter was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did.

Timing was everything in LA, and the Grammy Awards were no joke. Harry was sweating as he turned away from the crowd. His anxiety was sky high, and he knew that he could not handle the red carpet much longer. He threw one more smile towards the crowd as he departed, heading inside. He knew the cameras would follow, but as soon as he hit the doors, he ducked inside the closest bathroom in hopes that he might get some reprieve. He sighed when he found no one else inside. He leaned against the wall, pushing his sleeves up a little. The sheen of sweat on his upper lip bothered him, his head was aching, and although he was up for a grammy, he wasn't sure he even wanted to be there anymore. He loved his job. He loved this life. But sometimes he just got tired. After a few moments' peace, he used the restroom, washed his hands, and walked out the door.

Right outside the door, he hit something soft. Or rather, someone soft. He let out a small “oof” before steadying himself quickly and then the person in front of him. His green eyes met the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen – ones he'd seen in his dreams for the last12 years. He bit his lip.

“I'm so sorry Taylor. Are you okay?” He asked, his breath caught a little in his throat. He willed his hands to not shake as he held on to her, she still seemed a little unsteady.

“I'm okay, I think. You didn't run into me so much as scare me.” She nervously giggled. She looked around the mostly empty hallway, then stepped back. “I hope to catch up in a bit, but I better go find my date.” She said with a wistful look on her face. She turned and walked away, and Harry could do nothing more than watch her leave. A million thoughts ran through his mind, things he should have said, things he wished he would have done in that moment before she walked away – again. He didn't even want to picture her date. Or think of his own, for that matter. He muttered to himself as he went to go find his date in the crowd.

And I didn't wanna come down; I thought it was just goodbye for now. You said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me ... words from the mouths of babes - promises oceans deep, but never to keep.

Taylor kept her head held high as she walked away from Harry, but she was so glad he couldn't see her face. She remembered after only a moment that the rest of the world was about to see her face too, on camera. She took a shaky breath and composed herself before stepping into the main hall. The place was abuzz with activity, and she knew that the clever hosts had placed her and Harry not too far apart. She had come with hopes of having a good time, so why was she already so rattled? She liked being in his presence. He always calmed her down... Well, not always, if she admitted the truth to herself. But generally. She had taken to being a big supporter of his, and he supported her. She wasn't about to change that just because she was in a relationship. She found her boyfriend at the front of the room, talking with another celebrity. She smiled and tried her best to act interested, but her eyes were looking around for a certain man. She focused on her boyfriend in front of her, and he smiled and put his arm around her. She snuggled up to him, wanting to seem as calm and collected with him as she usually did.

From across the room, she accidentally met Harry's eyes. He was looking right at her. She smiled a weak smile, and he returned the same, and she felt her heart pick up speed. She couldn't be the first to break eye contact, no matter how much she tried. She couldn't force herself. Harry noticed Taylor's boyfriend was trying to say something to her and forced himself to look away, and she finally looked up and spoke

“Sorry, what were you saying? I was zoning out”. She giggled a little and her boyfriend gave her an indulgent smile.

“I was just saying...” And almost immediately Taylor zoned out again, but she avoided looking at Harry. She knew that if she looked at him again, she was going to definitely alert her boyfriend to something.

Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer? I've heard great things Peter, But life was always easier on you Than it was on me. And sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream, we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies. And I didn't wanna hang around We said it was just goodbye for now

Harry did his best at avoiding looking at Taylor, but when it came time for her to accept her award, he gave her his full attention. It was perfect timing; everyone was already paying her attention. He was so proud of all of her accomplishments. She was the shining star she always had been. She was the brightest, most amazing comet. There were so many things that Harry could say about Taylor's writing ability, her music, her singing, her talent in general. She “was” the music industry, as they say. She went on stage, and the moment she got up there, she thanked her boyfriend and Harry's heart plummeted. It was fine. He knew she had a boyfriend. He wasn't insane. His date wrapped her arm around his waist. He smiled at her gently, but his eyes never fully left Taylor's face. He couldn't even properly accept that his date was actually his girlfriend at that very moment. Taylor was his focus. His all. His everything. As she had been, for far too long. Taylor's eyes went from her own boyfriend's right to Harry's, and it all shifted. If she hadn't been so aware of the cameras, Harry had the odd feeling she'd have left her eyes right on his.

The acceptance speech was nothing short of amazing, but her speeches always were. He clapped along with everyone else, but his heart was racing. As she was getting ready to leave the microphone, she said “We said it was just goodbye for now.” And walked off. She didn't even look in his direction, and everyone dismissed it because it was lyrics for one of her songs. But Harry's heart began pounding harder and he couldn't hear anything else. His girlfriend was saying something to him, but he couldn't hear her. He sank to his chair, his anxiety washing over him.

And I won't confess that I waited, but let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned cause love's never lost when perspective is earned and you said you'd come and get me, but you were twenty-five and the shelf-life of those fantasies has expired. Lost to the “lost boys” chapter of your life. Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.

Taylor walked right to her boyfriend, who was looking at her, a confused expression on his face.

“Was the last line in the speech we practiced, babe?” He asked quietly. Taylor shook her head. “No, sometimes I just feel inspired. I'm not really sure what came of it, but it made me feel better to say it.” She smiled at him, and he gave her a puzzled smile back. He shrugged and spoke

“I'm going to go get a drink, do you want something?” She thought about it for a moment and spoke “Maybe some white wine?” Her boyfriend nodded and kissed her cheek and walked away. There was an interlude at that moment and Taylor carried herself over to Harry, who was alone now. She saw he was sitting in a chair, and not standing, and that his date had gone. She knew that his “date” was his girlfriend, but she couldn't put that label to it, for her own heart couldn't handle it. She smiled at the beautiful man in front of her.

“Are you okay, Harry?” She asked, leaning in to hear him reply. “I'm feeling a bit anxious, honestly.” He said, meeting her eyes. Those eyes had always had some kind of spell on Taylor, and she couldn't help but get a bit lost in them. Her twin flame, sitting in front of her, just out of her reach. She knew she should walk away. She knew that Harry knew that last line had been for him. They were never going to be truly over; they were always going to walk that line. She smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It'll all be okay.” She said, and he gave her a smile that she had once coined as his “cheshire grin”. Her heart shuddered. She swallowed hard and spoke

“I better go. It's really good to see you, Harry.” She turned to leave and heard him say quietly

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.” She would have turned around, had her boyfriend not been walking toward her. The next presenter came on the stage, and she walked away, glancing momentarily back at Harry, her eyes willing him to see that she'd always need him.

•fin•

I feel a *little* weird about two celebs so I may focus in the future about Harry x Y/N or Taylor x Y/N type things. We will see.

[good-beanswrites]

Just going to drop another idea in the hat. How does Mahiru feel about all that's going on with Fuuta in OoA? (Dunno if she would have visited him alone or with Yuno or Amane. Up to you.)

(Sorry for the mini drabble dump, I hope you enjoy 😅 Thank you for all the reminder asks!! I appreciated it since it took a million years to get to, and sure enough it was super fun to play around with all these ideas >:3)

Ough, on the surface she'd look exactly the same, but I feel like she would have a lot going on. She pities him. She pities herself because of him. She's glad she isn't him. She's jealous of him and Amane. She's toeing the line between her a bad first impression of him and finally seeing his human side. This takes place with enough time after the attacks for the dust to settle, but early enough where everyone's still adjusting.

“Fuuta~ Big sis Mahiru came to check on you! How are you feeling?”

For the entire first trial, Mahiru had constantly given Fuuta advice on his volume and outbursts. She’d scolded him for shouting, for bickering, for butting into conversation that weren’t his business. She’d spent so much time wishing he would just be more quiet. 

Now that her wish had finally come true, she would do anything to take it back.

“Mmn.”

The old Fuuta would have launched into detail about how he was feeling – about Milgram’s treatment being unjust and how the other prisoners were annoying him. Now that he was slumped in bed, bandages practically holding him together, all he could muster up was a half-shrug. His eyes had lost their usual shine, hardly looking focused at all. 

“If you need some medication, Shidou says he has more ready.”

Fuuta nodded. Mahiru knew what question was coming. It was the same every day.

“Did he offer it to Amane first? How is she?”

“She’s still coming around to it. She’s doing alright. I know you think she’s putting up an act when she visits, but honestly, she tells you more than any of us! I didn’t even know she could talk that much!” With her heart already heavy, it was easy to let the pang of jealousy slip into her mind. She was happy the two of them found each other, but Amane was opening up to him far more than her. Mahiru had done everything she could for her – what did Fuuta have that she was missing?

“Hey, look! I brought you some games. Everyone is requesting more supplies, and Shidou is still working on getting that wheelchair for you. I thought that this is just as important, yeah? I found some games that other prisoners didn’t mind lending. See ~ these cards are from Kazui, and Yuno left her cat’s cradle string, and I think Haruka even left a board game that he liked. I even wrote out the instructions to some word games, since those are my favorites.” 

“Eh, I don’t need ‘em.”

She refused to let herself deflate. Instead the smile stayed painted on her face. “I’ll just leave them here, then, if you ever get bored. I’m always up for playing something, but a lot of the games can be done by yourself, too!”

At that, he laughed. It was a terrible, bitter sound. It revealed how wheezy his lungs were from his injuries. 

“Oh yeah?” He said through a panting breath. “How am I supposed to play cat’s cradle by myself?” He shifted his left arm, bound up in a sling. “Am I supposed to balance the board games on the bed? With all the fucking pieces falling off?”

Mahiru’s smile wavered. “I only meant –”

“I can’t use my hands.” His voice was defeated. “Can’t get up. My head is killing me. Maybe literally. How am I supposed to play any of these? I know you were just being nice… but don’t bother.”

“I am going to bother.”

“Why…?” He let his eyes slip shut. “It’s not like anyone gave a shit about me before. They only care now because I’m dying. Everyone who knew me before… and even everyone here… they all treated me like crap until I got hurt. Now they’re all falling over themselves for me. It’s pathetic.”

It was a phrase he’d used often enough before, but Mahiru was struck with how differently he spoke it, his voice wavering.

The words “that’s not true” hung on her tongue. But it was, wasn’t it? Her stomach twisted in shame. It was horrible. That couldn’t be it – she must have a good reason to care now. After a second of scrambling, it hit her.

“Well! The thing is… what Kazui was saying about Kotoko’s plan… If I hadn’t been with Yuno… It should have been me, Fuuta. And I need to make it up to you.” She shook her head. Another man’s face flashed in her memory. “It should have been me…”

“Yeah, it should have been.”

The two were silent. She studied his face, but he looked firmly away. 

Internally she begged herself to leave it there. To learn her own lesson and be quiet. To bid Fuuta well and walk away from the person who was going to say things that would break her heart. But, as every other time in her life, Mahiru couldn’t control herself.

“I’m so, so sorry.” She clasped her hands together as she bowed. “I feel awful about it. Everytime I see you and Amane… I had been so selfish, going to Yuno to cheer myself up, instead of looking out for the two of you. If I could go back and change everything, I would in a heartbeat. I’m sorry. I know that you must hate me. I hate myself. I’m sorry.”

She thought offering her emotions would help. She thought it would be good for him to hear, since he was asking for a reason and she had such a good one. She gasped, seeing tears slip down Fuuta’s miserable expression. 

“What –”

“That’s exactly what I was talking about.” She would have preferred his yelling to this quiet resignation. “You’re not here because you care about me. You’re here because you’re feeling sorry for yourself. I don’t need your pity. Just leave.”

“No, it’s not like that! I wish it hadn’t been you that got hurt and –”

“Yeah I wish it wasn’t me, too.” He finally looked at her. “But I don’t wish it was you. That’s not how this works. Be grateful you made it out, and don’t come wallowing in self-pity to me. From now on, only come in here if you actually want to. Not to boost your own ego.”

Mahiru stood with her mouth agape. She tried to muster up something to say, finally finding it was easier to just stay silent. She turned to the door.

Why, oh why couldn’t she do it right?

[icannotreadcursive]

Last Line Game

Taking up the open tag by @non-un-topo because I'm working on about a million things and want to share but have nothing ready to post and this is an excellent excuse!

So y'all get last lines from multiple WIPs.

TriStamp fic:

She whapped him in the face with the pillow. “I kissed you first, bozo!” “Yeah, okay, good point.” Vash took a deep breath. “More than a little thrown for a loop by that, actually.” With a roll of her eyes she leaned down to kiss him again. His fingers found their way back into her hair.

Star Trek fic:

As soon as the shuttles touched down and the hatches opened, the hoard of cadets spilled out like gumballs from broken machine and went running for the waterline, tossing off coverups and kicking up flipflops as they went. Their chaperones followed in a rather more subdued manner.

To Tell the Truth (main Brokeback fic):

Ennis chewed his tongue a moment, shook his head, let out a breath a smoke. “Look….” he said slowly. “I know you an' Jack...had some kind of a spat or something, when you 'n him went fishin' whenever that was, but, far as I've heard from him, two a you got that settled. So, no air left to clear, sure not with me.”

Brokeback poly fic:

Jack grinned, bright and warm, and what was left of the knot [in Ennis's chest] frayed away. “C'mon, then,” Jack said, clapping Ennis on the arm harder than was quite reasonable—but he probably deserved that. “Toss your shit in the back and let's go.”

Midlife Crisis Ranch (the other Bokeback fic):

“I don’t wanna keep doing this thing of going off, couple weeks outa the year, hiding out in the ass end a nowhere. Don’t wanna keep being a stranger in my own damn house, neither. I want a real relationship, Ennis. With a lover I can come home to, who’s there, and I can turn to when I need somebody. And tell you what, I don’t trust you to be that.”

ATLA fic I abandoned years ago but have rebooted:

The shop boy—about Yong-lin’s age, surly, a difficult past emblazoned plainly across his face—turned and frowned, blinking, at the giant pot. He blinked again. “I—don’t know.”

Old Guard "Immortal Weekend Warriors" fic:

“Yo, Padre!” It took a second too long for Nicky to turn to look at Nile walking towards them from up the main aisle.   “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been called that?” he asked while Joe wheezed with laughter, one hand on the shelving to keep himself somewhat upright.  “I’m pretty sure the last time was him,” Nicky continued, jerking a thumb at Joe, “and he was making fun of me.  I just had flashbacks to seminary. Cristo.” Nile snickered.  “Sorry about the religious trauma, Booker wants your opinion on some window blinds."

And I think that's everything active at the moment!

By all means, bother me about these stories. Like, please. I'd love to get my brain to latch onto one long enough to get something to a postable point 😅

Tagging: @hotcocoaandstripedsweaters @mediumorange @nerdsandthelike @minncoe and anybody else who feels like participating!

[scrumpylikesthings]

Ten people I’d like to get to know better

tagged by: @luddlestons (sorry this took me a million years to reply to 😅)

last song: Raccoons by Caravan Palace (this is very predictable of me)

favourite colour: I have learned to embrace the pink. Green has been slowly taking over my closet tho so it might be changing.

last book: I'm currently reading Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake (yes he is the brother of Merlin Sheldrake). Its a non fiction book about fungi but its less an educational text and more like reading an info dump about someone's special interest, which is not a negative. I can't universally recommend it, but if thats your kind of thing then go for it.

Also reading Understanding Comics together with Momo. We want to work on comics (and other stories) together and we're trying to figure out our work flow :3

Also listening to Save the Cat Writes a Novel on audiobook. Highly recommend over Save the Cat. Jessica Brody is more fun and relatable over Blake Snyder, who is a bit of an arrogant prickly prick.

Last book I finished tho was Someone You Can Build a Nest In which is about monster fuc-

last movie: V/H/S Beyond. Anthology horror series that ranges from garbage to pretty good. We double featured it with Smile 2 which I thought was a good gosh darn time :) Man this was a good year for horror.

last tv show: Mysteries of the Abandoned. Its about abandoned places that goes into the history of what they were and why they were abandoned. Theres a strong focus on the engineering featsof these places. A lot of them are artifacts of war time eras and the reasoning why they were abandoned was because the war ended ¯_( ツ )_/¯

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet over savoury over spicy. But they can interchange depending on context

relationship status: Married. I've been with my partner for 16 years come January, married for 2. <3

last thing I googled: Cybersix. I need to rewatch. She is hhhhhnnngggggggggggg

current obsession: Knitting. It's become my hyperfixation since I started in february. I love saying that I've only been knitting for a less than a year bc I've gotten so good at it so fast and it surprises folks. (yes I'm going to toot my own horn here). The other day I was in a knitting group working on a double knit blanket, and someone said they thought I had been knitting for years. Gonna keep saying that until its no longer true. I love yarn.

Also hairball. Yes I still think about hairball all the time i can't stop yes im still writing them i love them i love them im obsessed i lov

looking forward to: If my boss can convince her boss, doing a whirlwind intercontinental tour labeling adventure to go to every manufacturer, both national and overseas, in an initiative to consolidate and unify our labels. I just want to go to Sweden and Ireland plz work pay for my plane tickets

And Momo coming to visit again in May for Brimfield :DDDDD Gonna lift them again.

tagging if you wanna: @momosweetpeach @clinic-crew @paperzombiie @wolfyalexis @lelelego @badlydressedwriter @aquareaper3 @grudgegolem

[rebornofstars]

* I know I’m technically a focus on art but I also want to chat as writer—what’s one of your favorite troupes that you rarely write whether it’s because you feel you can’t do it justice or just because you don’t? Me personally I am an AVID fan of mind bending/un-reality fics, but I can never write them to a satisfactory level. They’re so fun to read especially when they’re multi-chapter and you’ve gotta theorize on wtf is going on!!! It’s quirky and fun!!!! No one knows what’s going on and I ADORE that type of confusion. Learning to write is fun but I’m not at that level yet and I’m excited for when I can GGHRAAAHHH!!!!

OH BOY. oh boy. hello there thank you so much for the ask i absolutely love it. this took me a while to respond to because i had to get my thoughts in order 😅 i like a good never-say-never attitude, but there are many many things i write that are not as good as the blurry versions of themselves rotating around the inside of my head! the potential, u know? i can never do the potential justice. somehow i don't think that will ever change.

one thing i definitely struggle with is long-term character development - whether it's romantic, like a slow burn, or platonic or just in terms of narrative structure, whatever. i can't seem to get it happening to my satisfaction. i am so comfortable collecting snapshots of specific points of a character's journey, but when i try to slowly allow them to grow and change, it always feels cheap idk 😬😭 i'm also not so good at writing stories which span a longer period of time and/or have timeskips. it's mostly due to lack of practice with longer stories, and i'm working on improving!

in terms of more specific tropes or genres, though.... mysteries. i can never figure out how heavy or subtle the foreshadowing should be. comedy is also hard, although i've been practicing that one and i think i'm slowly getting the hang of a few different styles that are more humourous. and sometimes i read, like, Feist and Wurts' Empire trilogy, or Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind, and realise all over again i have a looooong way yet to go when it comes to introducing worldbuilding into a story naturally and intuitively. also, this might be silly, because the LU fic i'm most known for is literally about this, but reveals? i'm not so confident i can live up to the hype or satisfactorily fulfill the tension i've built. i hope my cursebreaker readers are not going to be disappointed by the payoff/reveal i have planned 🤞🤞😁

that being said, though, i keep writing all of those tropes and genres anyway, and it's really an honour to have the space and encouragement to be giving it a shot. i'm so grateful that all my recurring readers have put their trust in me and my ability to deliver a good story. throughout my childhood writing has always been a very solitary endeavour for me and i cannot express how much fun i've been having on ao3 over the last year, and tumblr the last few months. i've never had a fandom community like this before 💕 and i like to think that while i'm still growing my skills, i also have the potential inside me for anything, if i give it a good shot and keep at it. i think we all do.

i'm very sorry for all of this word vomit 😁 i guess, to chat as a writer, all i can say is i also LOVE reality bending stories, and they're SO FUN and you're SO RIGHT, and i don't have so much one problem writing as i do a lot of smaller more general ones, because i like to throw myself into my problems head-first, and i believe that you too have a million potentials inside you if you keep at it, and i for one am very, very excited to see where you go. i guess this whole answer was a gesture of enouragement, in the end. 🤩🥰

[onekisstotakewithme]

More fic writer asks: 3, 13, & 14. Please & thank you.

thank you Danielle! 💜 (sorry this took a million years to answer!!)

3. how you feel about your current WIP

I (mostly) love it, I'm having fun with it, I'm just so mentally tired right now that it's taking me 5000 years to write it 😅😅

13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

I'd like to do more for "For All Mankind" at some point in the future. I've also been low key thinking about writing a Hunger Games fic eventually...

14. where do you get your inspiration?

The notions department at Sears (aka literally anywhere!)

Shows. Books. Movies. YouTube rabbit holes.

[marinerainbow]

This inspired me!!! Keep in mknd, I'm in the middle of a shopping center now typing this on my phone, so it wont be the best 😅 I still felt like sharing though, so here I hope you like it!:

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Harper sat on the steps to Boone's place, elbows on his knees, a sour look on his fine face. He was watching Y/N talk with Miss Peaches and Boone, and... one of the new guys.

Their weren't nothing special about the boy- his posture was absolutely fucked, his sandy hair stuck to his forehead cuz of the sweat (Northerners just can't handle our heat. Puh), and he looked like he ate too much salt; all red, and splotchy. And-

Is that acne?? Christ-

Harper groaned and rolled his eyes, looking away then. Why was he even concerned about this? That kid was nothing compared to him, he knew it. Everyone in this town knew it- and you certainly knew it.

But that boy had one thing Harper did not.

He wasn't broke at all. He could look at Y/N and she could see how much he liked her; The admiration and the gooey-ness. Harper had lost that, a long time ago. He'd been here rotting away long before she came into his life, and she did make it - bein stuck here, - a million times better, but he could never love her so effortlessly like that. When he looked at her she just saw a broken old man. Well- on the inside, at least.

And he could tell that Y/N was eating it up. Gettin' looked at like that.

That boy was grinning like a goofy little fool, asking her questions just to keep her there, lookin nervous even.

Harper hated it with every fibre of his being. Y/N was his.

He wanted to go over there and make that fact crystal fucken clear. Walk on over to her and give that kid a glare that'd make his grandkids puke, then plant a kiss on her that'd be obscene a hundred years ago. He'd tell her sorry honey, I just couldn't resist.

But he didn't. Instead he was sat here, a pathetic old man glued to a porch and looking sulky over it. Jesus christ.

Just as Harper was about to get up and leave - he'd apologise to Buckman later. But right now he could not care about killin no yanks, - , a pair of boots land on the porch right by one of his hands. He doesn't flinch, he knows who it is.

He rolls his eyes, instead.

"'T's odd to see you in the back over here, Harper- what the hell are you doin'?"

Glancing up, Harper sees Buckman rub his jaw, looking thoughtful before looking down back at him. Harper glares and doesn't look away. "Relaxin'."

"Oh?" Buckman's eyes widen, fake-concerned. "Then why doya look like someone took a shit on your pillow just now?" He waives a hand in front of his face and scowls, 'smelling something'.

"Thats just my face, sir." Harper responds, contrary.

"... Son," Buckman sighs now, giving up pretences because he knows that Harper is stubborn as a mule- and he does not have the energy to break him tight this second. He's a very busy man; Theirs people ta eat. "I'm askin' you nicely. Go out there and deal with that whore in the purple. Please."

"Not today."

"Wh- " Buckman is not used to being refused.

"No thanks."

"'No thanks'- "

"Uh uh."

"Alright- "Looks like he is going to have to break the little shit. First things first, what's wrong with him? Taking a look around, Buckman tries to figure it out. "Why're- ... Oh."

Harper's gaze had returned to Y/N, lookin' especially pretty today and chattin' up some Yankee boy, and Buckman could feel the soul leaving his body again. The problem was pretty self explanatory Jesus christ. What- He- This is non problem!! Has Harper seen that kid?? He- He's got velcro on his shoes- Ughhhhhhh. "... Harper. Are you, perhaps, a little jeal- "

"Sir, I swear to God, if you suggest it- "

"Fine fine!" Buckman quickly raises his hands in surrender, seeing the other man get so snippy so quickly. "... But- "

"No."

"I think you- "

"I don't."

"Harper!- "

"Sir!- Ow!"

After smacking Harper on the back of the head, Buckman huffs. "Sorry, but it had to be done. Sheesh... Look, if you ask me... -ah," Harper opens his mouth then, probably to remind the mayor that he didn't, but turns away in defeat when Buckman raises his hand again; Warning him. "I know you didn't you little bastard, but if you did... I'd tell ya to drop it while it's hot. You're being a moron and it's not attractive."

"... you know sir, that makes a lot of sense. I feel a lot better, thanks."

"Great, now go and- "

"Not."

... One of these days, Buckman is going to find a way to kill everyone here and live the rest of his hell-like eternity in peace and its going to be so lovely- "I swear to- You know what? Fine. Here we go- "

Before Harper can even turn to see what in the world Buckman means by that, he's being yanked up and shoved down the stairs. "Hey!- "

"Get out there and don't make me say it again. Go seduce the little yankee bitch or go claim Y/N- I don't care. But keep your behind off that porch. If I see you sitting again I will find a way to kick your flat ass. Jesus christ almighty... gimmie strength... " With this, Buckman strides past Harper and approaches Boone and the rest of that group. Harper watches him spare Y/N and that doting yankee boy an exasperated glance, rolling his remaining eye, before excusing his wife and going to plant he 'festivities' with her.

Peaches goes off next, catching sight of better prey, and that leaves Y/N alone with that dopey looking fool hanging off her every word.

Harper watches them for another moment, seeing Y/N get her arm touched, and decides he really needs to go over there.

Because- no. That is too far. That's enough. Time to ruin that little yanks whole fucken day.

(I hope you like the little Harper drabble!! XDD And, side note- Buckman is so much more fun to write when he is not the love interest?? XDD Might have to write more Harper and Boone stuff just so I can write platonic, aide character Buckman XDDD )

BRO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS!!!

I'm so happy and flattered that I inspired you for one! And how you wrote Haroer being a jelous bitch and Buckman being a tired old man is spot on! And Y/N with the Yankee boy!! This boy sounds so sweet 🥹🥹🥹🥹

I want a whole multi chapter fic of this, you have no idea. Thank you for sharing with me!!!

[valentinejaes]

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🌿Search: character, season, place, quote, color and celebrity & add it all up together🌿

tagged by @flaredpantsagenda (ty for the tag monica 💜 sorry it took me a million years to do 😅)

tagging (as always feel free to ignore <3): @bethereforme @sunminshine @lee-minhoe @leetaehwan @mygirljunhee @xiaojuun @wantbytaemin @ashmp3 @dawei-s @jeonwon-wonwoo @28reas0ns @neonsbian @kimsuyeon @honeydewtual @jcebeom @nishihiroto @onmywayv @baekslight @db2k

[landinrris]

F1 Tag Game! Tag some people you'd like to get to know better!

Tagged by the wonderful and amazing @pitmewithyourbeststop 🫶🫶

Who is your favorite driver? Unsurprisingly, Lando 🫶

Do you have other favorite drivers? Carlos is an incredibly close second to Lando. Alex, Oscar, Lewis, and George are my other faves as well, and it makes me happy when they do well.

Who is your least favorite driver? *consults the oracle* Sorry, I've been told that's redacted information for my own safety. I have a few I don't care for though.

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well? Overall, drivers before teams. But I can get behind being happy for joint pooled points for one (1) team.

If you like teams, what team do you pull for? Said team is McLaren because of how much it's so obvious they care for one another and their previous drivers.

How long have you been into F1? 2021... what a year to get invested.

What got you into f1? Unapologetically, I'm a dts convert. A few people at the time had been putting stuff on my dash. And then I needed something short/mindless to watch during early summer, and next thing you know I'm as deep as I am now. Took me a few weeks to figure out how to watch the races, but then I found my podcast, found some cool people, unintentionally developed a tier system. It's been great ❤️

Do you enjoy fanfic/RPF? lol imagine if I said no, and I just wrote half a million words because I had nothing better to do.

How do you view new fans? I am always down for new fans. Gatekeeping is stupid. Everyone's a new fan at one point, and if they want to learn and start somewhere, I am so down to help. I'm stealing Jess' words here because they're so good: "I'm less a fan of the recent influx of morality police fans and the fans who actually enter into the more public spaces and specifically go to teams/drivers/authors/actors/etc with shipnames and fics. Don't do that. Ship and let ship, don't like, don't read, keep fandom in fandom spaces. Enjoy." Just keep it in fandom spaces, friends. And no, Twitter is not a fandom space imo.

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why? Je déteste Alpine, but they clearly need the help, so why not. Couldn't bear taking Andrea '🐐' Stella away right now.

Are your friends and family into F1 as well? My family's always been into motorsport and cars, and yet somehow I'm the one who finally got them to sit down and watch F1 on a week to week basis. My very good friend watches it when she's with me as well. It's a testament to how much I talk about it and how much people let me waffle on considering I received like five separate texts from irl people congratulating me about Lando's win on Sunday 😅

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends? Oh my God, of course. I've made some amazing friends throughout the last three years to the point where I'm about to go on my third trip with them next month to Barcelona for the race. And then the friends I've made online which have stayed online up to this point... 🫶🫶🫶 I am always open to screaming and chatting and being friends

Idk who's done this, so I'll just tag @forza-carlos-sempre @opfire @phebess @f1-birb @thejasminechronicles @quadrilogical. And anyone else who wants to answer some questions and link back so I can be nosy!

[enid-rhees]

this is a request by @loveforcarl ! they requested a story where Enid takes reader into the woods on her birthday and proposes ! i was already working on it but i accidentally posted it (as i always do 😅) and had to delete it. sorry about that! hope you enjoy 🩷!

warnings: none!

a/n: hope you all enjoy! i have a ton of stories in the works that’ll be posted throughout the week! and as always, you are an (adopted) Grimes child <3

“where are you taking me?” you asked Enid suspiciously. she held your hand tightly as she led you into the woods.“have you finally decided to kill me?”

“no!” Enid laughed. “why would you say that?” she asked. “well for one, you’re taking me into the woods with no explanation. that is like… a classic murder case. and two… walkers are a thing. for all i know you’re gonna throw me at one.”

“what kind of girlfriend do you think i am?!” she asked with offense in her voice. “and to do that on your birthday?! i’m trying to do something nice here!”

you laughed out loud, “i’m messing with you, my love.” you told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “i wanted to do something nice. if we weren’t in this damn apocalypse, i’d take you to a much fancier place.”

“i’ll follow you wherever you go. i don’t care for fancy dinners or expensive meals, if you’re here, then it’s perfect.” you said to her, she smiled, cheeks turning red.

“okay, don’t get spooked.” she said suddenly. you furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”

Enid walked behind you and covered your eyes with her hands. “okay, now it’s feeling like you’re gonna murder me.”

“do you want your surprise or not?” Enid asked jokingly. “yes! i’m sorry!” you responded. Enid shook her head with a laugh ahd started to walk so you walked as well.

“just don’t let me fall.” you warned. “never in a million years, honey.” she hummed softly.

“okay,” Enid said after a few minutes of blindly walking. “you ready?” you nodded and Enid removed her hands from your face. you looked straight ahead, and suddenly your face was illuminated with fairy lights.

in front of you, trees were wrapped in fairy lights and in the middle sat a blanket and a basket. a picnic basket to be exact.

“oh my god.” you whispered. your eyes started to tear up just at the sight of everything. “Enid,” you whimpered out.

“do you like it?” she asked nervously, you nodded, “i love it. so fucking much.” you said, leaning forward to connect your lips. she kissed back instantly, softly rubbing her thumbs against the skin of your waist.

“cmon, let’s eat.” Enid whispered, taking your hand once more and leading you to the picnic. you sat down on the blanket while she opened the basket.

she pulled out sandwiches, small bags of chips and drinks. all of them being your favorite kind of each. when you took a closer look at all of them, you looked up at her.

“is this why you went on that long ass run and wouldn’t let me come with you?” you questioned. Enid giggled, “maybe.”

you laughed and shook your head, “wow. you really went all out for me.” you mumbled, taking one of the sandwiches out of its bag. “i had to. it’s your birthday. what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn’t celebrate your birthday?”

you shrugged, “i mean, even if we lay in bed all day together, i still see it as a perfect day.”

“you’re so cheesy.” she said. you gasped, “no i am not! if anything, you’re the cheesy one here.” you argued.

“shut up and eat your sandwich.” she laughed. you took a bite out of it, moaning at the taste. “how do you manage to make sandwiches good?! you are a goddess, Enid.”

“it’s your favorite kind. i figured you’d love them.” she told you, taking a bite out of hers. “i do. i really do. it’s so good, Enid.”

the two of you sat in comfortable silence while you ate your sandwich. you opened your bag of chips as well, taking a few pieces after every few bites you took of your sandwich.

to you, this almost felt like what the two of you would do in the beginning of your relationship, nearly 7 years ago. you guys would sneak out of Alexandria almost every day to sit in the woods together and read comics.

somewhere in those woods, your initials are engraved with hers on a tree.

you put the empty bag back into the basket, and Enid finished shortly after you did. “okay, i have one more surprise for you.” Enid said, standing up and reaching her hand out for you to take.

“okay…” you said slowly, taking her hand. Enid wrapped your arms around your waist and pulled you close to her. she started to slowly sway the two of you side to side.

“dancing with no music?” you asked with a smile. “you’re such a cute cliche.” Enid leaned forward and shut you up by kissing you. you made a sound of surprise but kissed her back, tangling your fingers into her hair.

she pulled away, her lips only centimeters away from yours. “i’ve loved for for seven years, Y/N.” she suddenly said.

“and every single day, i only felt myself fall in love with you more and more. i can never imagine myself living without you anymore. you’re my everything. my life. and there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you.”

tears filled your eyes and they spilled down your cheeks. “there’s nothing i want more than to spend forever with you.” she whispered, and then she kneeled down on one knee.

a quiet gasp left your lips and your hand went over your mouth. Enid pulled something out of her pocket and opened it. inside was a ring. a diamond ring at that.

“Y/N, i’ve been dreaming of the day i get to marry you since we got together all those years ago. being able to wake up next to you every day has been the greatest gifts i could ever have. being able to just call you mine. i can’t imagine not having you by my side, or not being able to kiss you whenever i feel like it. seven years is a lot, but forever sounds perfect. so… Y/N Grimes, will you marry me?

“yes.” you sobbed out instantly. “yes, a million times fucking yes.” Enid laughed as you cried, she took your hand, slowly sliding the ring onto your finger. she stood back up and pulled you into another kiss.

you held onto her tighter than you ever have. “i love you so much.” you cried against her lips. “i love you too, baby. so much.”

Enid giggled, “my Y/N Rhee.”

[thewulf]

Advice to aspiring fic writers?!

I love your work sm and I’m wanting to write an outsiders story that I’ve had cooking in my brain since I was 12 (i am 21 now)

I don’t know where to start😅

Ahh sorry for the delay. Took a bit of a break. I too was in the EXACT same situation. Lots of ideas and no where to start.

My best advice is to pick a story you REALLY want to write (for me that was my first 'That's a Kill' bc I was obsessed with Top Gun at the time hahah) and just write it. And then take a few days away. Come back and rewrite it. Then edit it. And post! Make sure you have lots of good tags and true tags. People will find it. I started with zero followers and I have lots of people in just over a year that now follow!

Listen to feedback and don't take it too personally. It's constructive and most people are just trying to help :)

I think stepping away once you're finished is crucial. You'll find lots or errors/issues that you can fix before posting!

So just sit down and write your thoughts. I also NEVER write it in order. I jot down a million lines I want to use and write the story around that. Almost creating a dialogue outline. Don't be afraid to jump around but ALWAYS read it through out loud to make sure its cohesive and makes sense. If you aren't afraid to ask a friend, they can always help too!

Hope this helps!! I'd be happy to read through it too if you're nervous :)

[smallest-sunbeam]

HELLOOO!!! i’m so sorry if this is weird but i read in your pinned post that stuffies are your main special interest aaand… i just really really really really want to see some of them, if that’s okay!!

also… do you have any favourites? ohh, maybe some of your toys have stories behind them? like, one of my favourite toys is a plush bunny (their name is toffee!!) who has a very special meaning to me because they were handmade by my dear friend! she made toffee to comfort me while she’s in another country <3

again, i’m sorry for asking so much questions, but i’m just so excited omg i’ve been looking for someone who shares my love for stuffies! most of my friends just aren’t into this stuff lol

thank you !!

(@/duckling-duckling-goose)

Hi @duckling-duckling-goose! I’m so sorry, I only just saw this ask D: I know you sent it a while ago and I’m really sorry if you thought I’d ignored it… but I’ll answer it now! Thank you for asking stuff!!

I think I’ll put the rest of the stuff under a read more thingy cos it’ll be pretty looong xD haha

These pictures include most of my stuffies! I do have a few in a different room too, but if I tried to include them all there would just be like 10 million pictures 😅 as far as favourites go, I adore them all! But a few of them do have an extra special place in my heart:

This is Cuddles the Lion! He’s extra special to me because I’ve had him since I was 7 (which means he’s 20 years old this year :o wow). Cuddles has helped me through so much… I love him a lot

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This is Honey! The main reason she’s extra special to me is because she was my 1st ever build a bear! But she’s also super good at for cuddling as well!

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And this is Donut! He’s just so chunky n squishy! Also absolutely adorable ^-^ he’s just perfect!!

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Thank you again for sending this ask @duckling-duckling-goose! Talking about my stuffies was lots of fun and I am really sorry that it took me forever to notice you’d sent this ask 😅