#6000 hits!!!

[kalolasart]

"Sueños dulces hija."

[ghonorrhead]

YOUR HONOR THEYRE DEFINITELY GAY

[hopelesslysleepy]

It's about the yearning, and the pining, and the aching, and the unspoken desires, and the cautiously spoken things, and the distance, and the excuses, and the heartache, and the wanting, and the burning, and the insurmountable odds, and the ineffable love.

[harbingerofsoup]

see, i think the main reason the ineffable divorce has hit us all so hard to the point we’re still devastated after 5 months (and will probably continue to be until s3) is because the show has done an absolutely impeccable job at making us feel exactly how long they’ve known each other, how long they’ve spent loving each other, how long they’ve been aware and couldn’t do anything about it. we can feel the weight of a truly incomprehensible amount of time, which is making the emotions conjured by their separation feel so much more intense and concentrated

[repressedqueen]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks 💜💜

(From the final chapter of I Hardly know you- but sometimes things are so transparent. We are nearing the dreaded basketball scene)

Chimney is bubbling about something new Jee Yan did this week in the passenger's seat and, even though this is one of Buck’s favorite subjects, he has completely zoned out. His mind is occupied with counting the miles as they go closer and closer to the basketball court. Some would argue this is getting a little obsessive but Buck would disagree.

He is just excited to spend time with his best friend after not having seen him for days. Probably more days than he can count, which hasn't happened in months; maybe years. This realization brings the anxiety back into Buck’s chest, but he is determined to keep his chill this evening.

Everything is okay, there is nothing wrong with Eddie hanging out with Tommy, everything is in his messed up head. Internally repeating this mantra, Buck gets out of the car and waits for Chimney to follow.

Most people must have done it by now, but allow me to tag either way. Feel free to ignore @newtmaspassion @evansboyfriend @rogerzsteven @v88sy 

[ritz-writes]

6000 years....

[purgetrooperfox]

For the prompts: Vox and 48?

softer world prompt list

life would be way easier if I were easier (fact)

Fox’s helmet cracks against the wall where he throws it and clatters to the floor, a percussive beat that lingers somewhere between his ears. At the first tremor that rolls through his hands, he clutches them close to his core, twisted into a tangled knot. To try to pretend that he has a grip on himself is farcical. He needs to reign in his temper.

Behind him, the steady pattern of Quinlan’s agitated pacing has stopped in its tracks.

“Fox–”

“Don’t.” His pulse is the crashing of waves outside of Tipoca. Adrenaline sends shivers up his spine. “You’re not hearing me.”

“Then tell me,” Quinlan’s voice rises, whether he realizes it or not. “We’re going in circles here, Fox. I can’t help you if you don’t…”

A laugh utterly devoid of humor rips from Fox’s chest, flays his throat, tastes like acid on his tongue. It’s always can’t and couldn’t for everyone else – for every helpless, hopeless bastard in the galaxy – but for him? No. Fox won’t, didn’t, doesn’t. With Quinlan, with his brothers, in legislation, before courts, to the entire helpless, hopeless galaxy.

Like he has a choice in the matter. Like he hasn’t been trying until his voice is raw and his knuckles bleed and his head splits.

It’s not that Quinlan doesn’t listen.

It’s that Quinlan can’t hear him.

“You couldn’t help me, even if I would– or could–” he says, and he can hear the emptiness within himself. “It’s built in.”

There’s a painting hung on the wall, a child’s unrefined scrawl of the skyline, only recognizable in the vaguest sense. A quiet, detached part of him wonders where it came from. It’s an odd place for such sentimental pieces – one of the Shadows’ many safehouses – not like parents’ refrigerators or family homes.

“What is?” Quinlan asks.

Blowing out a breath, Fox gestures vaguely to himself and the room and everything else.

He turns around to look Quinlan in the face and it effectively takes the rest of the fight out of him. For all that Quinlan’s shoulders are hiked up and his posture is defensive, his expression bleeds empathy. Or at least, a want for empathy. If Fox could or would just say the magic string of words to make him understand it all. The fear and the lack of autonomy and the exhaustion and the stimulant withdrawal and the ongoing abuse, and all of it.

If he would just.

Quinlan sighs, sagging back until he can sit on the back of the couch. “What do you mean?”

“It’s part of me, Quin,” Fox narrowly manages as he fidgets, picking at a scar on the back of his hand. “The mess. All of this. It would all be easier if I was easier, and we both know it.”

“That’s hardly fair, and we both know it.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“No.” He twitches like he wants to reach out, but he aborts the motion and Fox is grateful. “I’m here for easy though, I’m here for you.”

His earnest honesty is aggravating. Saying as much just gets a laugh. “You’d be fully justified in walking away,” he tries. Always tries.

“I won’t,” Quinlan says, like he always does.

“You should,” Fox insists, like he always does.

“I won’t,” Quinlan repeats. Like he always does.

It’s not quite understanding between them, more like some warped codependency that will only ever always end in heartbreak. Still. Fox lets himself fold, crossing the room without looking into the disapproval of his own visor and caving to a need for comfort. At his most deluded, he can convince himself that the circle of Quinlan’s arms can keep the horrors of his life at bay.

And sometimes, deluding himself is the only way to cope with those horrors.

[practicecourts]

I've been really bad about this but as sweet @athenasparrow and @charmsandtealeaves (yes you too) have taught me it's good to celebrate things (yup dear I tagged you in here also so I wouldn't have zero response - this way I'm safe ;-)

So here goes in order to celebrate this story being almost (and this time for real!!) finished with only the epilogue to go I want to play a game (trick or treat if you will since it's almost the 31st!! )

Next chapter is unsurprisingly Petunia's wedding day, including a short George Evans POV (as requested in the poll ) Send me a word and if it's in the last chapter I'll give you the sentence. Or

Send me a scene /scenario you wish/think might happen and I'll give you a yes/no answer. I plan to be able to edit the last chapter and answer around the 31st of October (gives us all something more fun to think about right ;-)

[graham--folger]

currently losing my shit over the parallel between “love from the other side” and “so much (for) stardust”

[onekisstotakewithme]

Ye who are weary, come home for the fanfic bingo

*rubs hands together* oh HELL yes. my beloved. my beloathed. this is the story i was talking about when i said the other day that the trick to writing an ensemble is to not write it. It has the most hits of anything I've written (for MASH or in general!) and I love this story and the 'verse I set up in it!

This fic has EVERYTHING, which is what I was going for when I wrote it! You want the first M*A*S*H reunion (and thus a major ensemble setpiece)? You got it! You want to see the triad getting together? Absolutely! Trap and Hawk getting their closure? Yep! A bunch of minor characters getting the love they deserve? You betcha! Some Extreme Self-Indulgence? Ohhhh yes. The post-canon of my dreamssss. This story was SO hard to write and given the chance to do it over again, I would probably do things somewhat differently/try for a little more polish, but as the launch for the 'Home' post-canon universe, I wanted to write it because I wanted to see how things had changed by the time of the first reunion, and I wanted to write what could pass for a canon follow up (with a little queer indulgence. i'm only human!)

Anyway thank you for asking about this one, I love this story sm. 💜💜 (not quite a bingo, but that's ok!)

And the link:

ye who are weary, come home

[writingwolverina]

7500 words is way more than I think it is

[haileys-out2]

I’ve been told to make this caption from one of my photos (yes this is me in the photo). I have no control over any of this, I’ve been told what tags to use and how long the post is to be pinned to the top of my page. 😥

The post is up for three months (until June 8) and I am scared about how long I’ll get!!

P-p-please be nice. I d-d-don’t want my life ruined!! 😭😭😭

Update. If this post hits 100 REBLOGS I have to get a larger plug and dildo.

Update 2. You are all mean (specially @count-alta with your 20-odd reblogs)😤😭😭 I now have to get a larger plug and dildo. If it gets to 300 REBLOGS then I have to make a Discord server to show that I am in fact wearing the cage and plug 😭😭😭😭 this is getting both out of control and expensive

Update 3. It hasn’t even been a week. 😢😢 I’ve been instructed to add note milestones. I’ve only been given a couple for now but more will be added if any of you suggest something my dominant likes.

Update 4. I’m back from a brief hiatus from Tumblr while I settled into a new job, and I discovered that this post really took off. I now have to make discord (coming soon) and I’ve been given a new Reblog MILESTONE. If this post reaches 500 Reblogs I will have to start HRT. If it hits 1000 Reblogs then I have to find a man to fuck me on camera 😭😭😭😭. Please be nice.

Update 5: whelp it’s done. My Discord server is live

1500 notes: I have to keep myself hairless from the nose down.

1700 notes: Make an Amazon Wishlist and add 100 toys and clothes for anyone to buy. Anyone who buys them will get a free show with what they bought

1800 notes: my hair must be grown out

2000 notes: I have to resume my BambiSleeps regimen

2500 notes: Practice deepthroating the current sized dildo twice a week

2750 notes: I now have listen to Bambi sleeps every morning, afternoon and night on my days off

3000 notes: Sit on a 7-inch dildo 2 times a week for 30 min

3250 notes: I have to start using she/her pronouns

3500 notes: I have start wearing a bra everyday

3750 notes: Use a large plug now

4000 notes: I have to start an OF (ManyVids and webcamming as well once I find a better living arrangement)

4250: I have to film myself suck cock

4500 notes: i can only ever cum from anal

5000 notes: I can only wear androgynous clothing. Nothing overtly masculine

5100 notes: Sit on an 8-inch dildo 3 times a week for 30 min

5400 notes: Listen to Bambisleep hypno every time I do anal

6000 notes: edge with a Hitachi magic wand for 30 once a week

6500 notes: start using a ball gag whenever I do anal

7100 notes: Once a week I have to film myself anal training and share it to the discord channel

8000 notes: Sit on a 9-inch dildo 4 times a week for 30 min

8500 notes: I must listen to ALL hypno that is sent to me

9000 notes: The Hitachi edging session becomes twice a week

12300 notes: Clicker train myself to get horny to the thought of cock

13200 notes: Use an XL plug now

13500 notes: Only use 10-inch toys from now on sit on it 6 times a week for 30 min, once a week use a 12+ inch toy

15000 notes: I have to get either bottom surgery or an orchiectomy

20000 notes: I have to be spit roasted

25000 notes: I have to be the center of a Blow Bang

32500 notes: I have to be the center of a Gangbang 😳😳😳

[hopefulsapphic]

all the feedback i get on my academic essays is like "great job being concise and summarizing all the relevant information without adding superfluous detail!!! you're way under the assigned word count though :/." it is a curse to be so good at getting to the point.

[jamezvaldes]

i have four hundred words left of this assignment to possibly use!!!

[dwarfsized]

i have hit the 5000 word mark but! they're fucking. so we can carry on. I have proved my point to myself. I don't need to give up forever.

[theoryofarson]

something interesting going on psychologically w me bc i just read a fuck ton of gomens smutfic and have now decided to headcanon crowley as ace