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[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

[stuckinapril]

It’ll never not be heartbreaking how little Arab lives mean to anyone with the power to truly change anything

[bahoreal]

god ok only two more episodes i need 10 more at LEAST i need some kind of resolution for siming and jinbao i need a backstory and SOMETHING (a spinoff. i need a spinoff.) i need xiaobao and huaien to have like. a conversation. i need them to end on good terms with su yin. i need them to be tender with each other. i need someone to hug zhaocai. i need xiaoyu back and the jin family taking their first steps again i dont know how theyre gonna do this in 2 episodes someone hold me

[bembembembis]

This scene is kicking my ass so heres a snippet;

Barty was gone— fucking hammered. Two sheets to the wind, and the joint he was lighting on his balcony wasn’t helping. He struggled against the wind, his fingers shaky. Eventually it lit, and the strength of the high had him slumped in a chair, sucking the joint, greedy for more.  He and Evan were at a club— some underground thing in Knockturn Alley, filled with werewolves and vampires, and a surprisingly handsome looking Goblin alone at the bar. Music was loud there— and everyone was dancing, and fuck if the bartender knew how to pour a drink, Barty was fucked within the first hour they were there, and Evan kept nosing at his neck as he hummed,” Do you want another, B?”  And then they were dancing, if you could really call it that. The music deep and slow, the crowd more drunkenly kissing each other, or getting off in a slow grind. Evan had a thigh between Barty’s, and Barty had his hands firm on Evan's ass as they danced.  It was blinding, being that close, their dark marks glamoured, as Barty got to take in Evan in that vest, with low rise jeans, his pale skin on full display, the bruises Barty had pressed into his neck— his chest, were on clear display for anyone in there, and Barty was a few seconds away of begging Evan to go at it with him right there, in the crowded club.  Evan pulled away, barely inches as he said,” Do you wanna go home.” He breathed it into Barty’s ear, something wet and hot that had Barty squeezing his ass with nothing more than a pathetic,”Please,” leaving his mouth.  They had taken another shot before they left— which Barty realised only when it was put into his hand that Evan had ordered doubles, and nearly fell on his ass at the burn of the tequila. Evan and him left quickly after that—and Barty you see was expecting something, if not fucking Evan, then getting off in the shower, or at least Evan letting him blow him, though as if the universe was out to get him, Evan had pulled away from Barty in the front hallway of his apartment, and with a greenish tint to his cheeks muttered,” Oh fuck,” And ran off to the bathroom, Barty heard him throwing up a few seconds later.  He took that as a hint, dizzy and beside himself, Barty took refuge on his balcony, trying to smoke away his hardon, and instead finding himself incapable of moving, his joint the last thing grounding him, though he smoked like it was.  Evan found him, still sloshed and something a little shy when he came out onto the balcony, Barty now fully gone, could offer no more than a helpless wave.  Evan laughed, his cheeks pink, and straddled Barty in his chair, digging into Barty’s jeans till he found his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, throwing the pack uncaringly onto their table, and Barty managed enough to pull out his lighter, holding it as still as he could while Evan brought the tip of the cigarette to it.  Evan pulled away and took a long drag, Barty flicked away his joint and found his hands on Evan's ass. Barty wanted to pull him back to his bed, and wake Regulus and fuck the both of them till he was nothing more than what he left inside them.

[lilbeanz]

Sorry to be an annoying pest, but 'the Study of Muggles' has officially got a higher word count than 'the Horror of the Heir'

And we're still typing away, folks ✨️

[1v31182m5]

This is legit my first time seeing kataang winning over zutara in a poll god bless

[m1ckeyb3rry]

hiii everybody quick poll time!! feel free to explain your answer in the notes (or not hehe idrm either way)

[steelycunt]

finished chapter two!! yippee!!

[mondospookular]

Felix’s leg jiggled uncontrollably as he waited. Well, he could probably control it, but then he’d have nowhere to offload all the anxiety.

He was currently in a very uncomfortable chair in the reception area of an office space on the eighteenth floor of a skyscraper that looked more like a modern art project than a building. He’d been sitting there for at least a half hour but he couldn’t be sure because his phone died fifteen minutes in and he couldn’t read the weird, numberless, avant-garde clock across the room. He’d wait there until they shut the lights off if he had to, it wasn’t like he had any other options.

To put it bluntly, things had not been going well for him.

He could handle being sacked and he could handle a disastrous throw-all-his-shit-on-the-lawn breakup. He was a pro at both to be frank, but he’d never had them happen at the same time. Unfortunately, people didn’t like to hire you if you didn’t have an address and other people didn’t like to give you an apartment if you didn’t have a job.

He went as legit as he was able a decade ago but unfortunately, crime actually did pay, much better than food service to be damn sure. Since he was pretty sure he was just about at his limit on couch surfing–for both his own sanity and his friends’–he called up an old friend and was lucky she hadn’t deleted his number. 

Felix met Ruolan “Lana” Peng in college when she needed a way to bump up a few C’s into A’s to maintain her GPA and Felix needed $500. They’d become fast friends after that with Felix providing less than legal tech support for her various schemes and ventures in the next few years. He’d pulled out when it looked like things were getting a little too 25 to life for his taste, considering only one of them had the sway to get sent to the fancy rich people prison and it sure as hell wasn’t him.

It was definitely risky getting back into Lana’s level of criminal activity but Felix was sorely out of options, and moreover he was fucking sick of being broke. Sure he wasn’t at risk of all his electronics being monitored by the FBI but the constant stress of managing his meager finances was starting to get to him. He just wanted to do something easy for once.

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[farharbour]

as soon as i see someone describe a fat character as "friend shaped" or as someone who "looks like they give good hugs" or w/e i'm out. it's not that deep bla bla bla idc just say you think they're hot or cute or handsome or w/e like you do with skinnier characters. you can be attracted to fat bodies and you don't have to skirt around it by using vague language it's ok. take my hand

[muteddaydreams]

also the way my phone told me the other day it ran out of storage so it couldn’t do an update and I was like ??huh but then I looked and I found the problem lol

[timeskip]

I'm a little nervous to edit the end of An Undefined Truth, because that means *the end.* I started writing it around 10 months ago (though it's almost exactly 6 months from publishing chapter 1 to now), so that's significant. I've spent a lot of time on it. It becomes a question of whether all that effort was worth it for the end product, and I of course believe it was. Conclusions are difficult though fjkdsjklgkjldsg

[lazycakelc]

BRO

[louistomlinsoncouk]

18/11

[riacte]

heyyy i'm back with this 😏👋

what if 👉👈 we were lifelong enemies 👉👈 and i keep on bothering you on twitter 👉👈 because you never let me into your dms 👉👈 unless... 👀👉👈

[ordonianhero]

Random thoughts as I walk: how many miles of walking do the lads do in a day?