#*drags hands down face*

[starspray]

the problem with moving on from a troublesome scene with the thought, "oh i'll just go back and fix it later"

is that later you do have to actually go back and fix it

and it's still troublesome

dammit feanor

[spidersins]

i'm thinking even more about them now so here - rambled snippets of angel headcanons that are slowly forming in my notes app and will slowly be posted here at some point

val & how he is everything angel thinks he needs

his protective streak, leading into the final battle ( maybe even implying how that angel doesn't really....fear dying again )

the sweet ?? way he received fat nuggets

angel && his secret wardrobe he doesn't wear

angels sewing skills ( a popular one i know )

angel's first sexual encounter cw will contain csa

the wonder that is cherri bomb in his life

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Alright, wordcount of the current "Love will cost you an arm and a leg" chapter (only including the "finished, I don't need to edit this" part) is 5,700+ words.

That's not including the second half of this chapter.

[kennexara]

love how i keep thinking writing is the worst part of the fic making process. and then i start editing and it's clear that editing is the worst. and then i start tagging and it's like oh not this is the worst. and then i hit post and want to claw my face off.

[revenantghost]

Ohhhhhh people using the bookclub tag for non-bookclub posts has agitated me, but whatever, it’s Tumblr. But to use it to just be an asshole? Ohhhhhhhhhh, that is the one firm rule of bookclub, what the hell my dude!!!!!!

[dilf-destroyer-04]

I hate to be a hater, but bro. I dunno who this imposter is, but I promise u rn that is not my man benn beckman that we saw today in the the one piece live action. How do u create such a beautiful main cast, then have hot side characters like mihawk and buggy, and then drop and deflate the ball on beckman?? 😟😟

😞 I'm hurt.

[mayra-quijotescx]

I have only 2 (two) things to do today (get my Rx refill and drop off the monitor for the old job at a shipping place) and it's a good fucking thing because we are on hour 2 of my being awake today and I have gotten only as far as compression socks on and teeth brushed

[lunaetis]

[ i keep telling myself i'd write when i'm home but by the time i'm done with work and braved through an hour long traffic, my brain is just mush and scattered that i cannot word for the life of me. not to mention i'm exhausted out of my mind from stressful workday. and it sucks bc my muse for eden is so SO high and i want to write SO BAD. ]

[america-oreosandkitkats]

i will not doom today doom is the mind-killer doom is the little death that brings total obliteration i will face this bleak as fuck doom. i will permit it to pass over me and through me and when it has gone past, i will apply for another round of jobs, non-profit or otherwise where the doom has gone there will be nothing only i will remain

[acespeon]

my Pochacco plush is almost here but. I need a Pompom one…

[notastraykid]

Look at this mother fucking handsome man.

football superstar seo changbin

[shouyuus]

rin would absolutely be the type of bf to randomly pull your chair closer at the dinner table (even if you're out at a restaurant or eating with friends), or loop an arm around your waist when you're out and about, just to pull you into his chest, or hook his chin over your shoulder when you're both in the kitchen and you're trying to bake or something. and he wouldn't say anything, he'd just be content being close to you -- it's the physical contact he likes, the thing he craves (he itches for it, sometimes literally) and if you ever asked him about it, asked him what he's doing, he'd just shrug and be like --

"nothing. just wanted you closer."

"rin... we're already pretty close."

"mm. yeah. but... not enough."

[shikai-the-storyteller]

BRO IM GONE FOR ONE DAY AND I MISSED SEEING THAT ARKANIS AND STEFFANO BOTH RESPONDED TO RA's POST ACK

[deeproadsdarling]

I don't think I'll ever get over Fenris just showing up one day wearing Hawke's favor on his wrist and their insignia on his belt.

He doesn't say one word about it, doesn't ask for permission or acknowledgement of it, he's literally just wearing his heart on his sleeve.

All this after their disaster of a night together that they haven't talked about, they haven't reconciled, they haven't figured their shit out as a couple or apart.

And he wears Hawke's colors anyway.

[crewdlydrawn]

Excuse me while I vomit a thousand feels

So crazy that Kurama betrayed two of his partners for Yusuke.

[vecnuthy]

decode

@steddiemicrofic June prompt: stuff || wc: 483 || G || established relationship, moving in together, language, Eddie being chaotic

Confused, Steve grabbed the keys he'd just set down, and -- yep, right apartment number.

When Steve had left their brand new apartment that morning, he'd known that Eddie and Wayne would be relocating their things from point A(ll yours now, Wayne!) to point B(abe, this is ours. Ours.), but Steve didn't realize--

"Eddie?"

The apartment had been completely empty that morning when he'd left for work, the mattress that Steve had tied to the top of his Bimmer ("I'm not sleeping on the floor.") and yesterday's clothes being the only things left behind. Now, however, Steve wondered if there had been some kind of mistake with a hypothetical delivery service that he knew Eddie and Wayne definitely did not hire, because there were mountains of boxes in front of him. Towers. A miniature King Kong would have a field day in this apartment, and Steve could only stare, overwhelmed by the amount of....everything.

Until, finally, a familiar head of hair popped out from behind one of the towers.

"Eddie, is this really-?"

And then Steve's face fell, lips pursed at the sight of his boyfriend, blissfully oblivious to Steve's presence, absolutely jamming to the music blaring from the headphones clamped over his ears. Steve bit back a laugh at the guitar solo that Eddie vocally mimicked with his eyes closed as his air guitar got downright shredded.

Eddie bumped into a stack of boxes, then paused, hands held out placatingly to the swaying stack, and said, "Excuse me," before he went back to wailing along with the guitar in his head.

Steve could have taken him right then and there.

He settled for a light touch to get his attention, since it was obvious that Eddie would otherwise remain oblivious to Steve's presence, but when Steve touched his arm, Eddie's eyes flew open and the guitar wail turned into a banshee shriek, his arms flailing wildly as he fell back and into a tower of boxes in surprise. Steve tried to grab him, but it was no use. He followed Eddie to the ground, and the boxes crashed next to them.

"Jesus fucking CHRIST," Eddie cried, starfished on the floor, his chest heaving under Steve's hold. "Damn, Steve, you scared the shit out of me. I think I just lost five years of my life."

"I'm sorry," Steve couldn't help but laugh.

Eddie, winded, grinned back then winced and turned toward the toppled boxes next to them. "Hope those didn't have records in them."

Steve frowned at words scrawled on the toppled box. "It says The Prancing Pony?"

Eddie relaxed. "Sheets and stuff."

Steve's confusion only grew when he saw other names across the other boxes, until he landed on one that said Rivendell.

He knew that name.

"Why is Rivendell on that one?"

"That, my liege, houses aaall of your hair care stuff," Eddie smirked.

"....Eddie, no."

Eddie grinned wider and winked.