#EEEP!

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The nights of the last gasp of study season seem as though they go on forever, and as I watch the clock on the wall of Michelle's cluttered dining room, I could swear on my life that time is slowing down. It takes an hour for five minutes to pass, while the numbers on the maths book in my hands seem to merge together into some sort of mathematical soup right in front of my eyes. 

For some reason, with Michelle and Jen nattering history facts to one another on the other side of the table, I think about Alison and what she might be doing right now on the eve of the summer exams. Is she pulling an all-nighter too? Maybe, but not for studying. Alison hardly needed to study at all, that’s how clever she was. Even in those party frenzied days of early winter when she and I would pop a molly and stay up until dawn gurning she would still appear in class the next day and answer the teachers questions perfectly with a bored nonchalance about her while I sweated in the seat behind her, fighting a battle that I would inevitably lose to the boys toilets by the eleven o’clock break. 

Alison won’t be studying, but maybe she’s popped a molly without me and is dancing somewhere, singing along to whatever pop song is charting right now and whipping her fiery hair about while I sit here for the eighth night in a row, making my way steadily through a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits that I foraged from the Tengu’s pantry. 

Maybe she’s even getting laid. I peer across the table at Jen and Michelle, pulling faces at one another and arguing over their bullet points for the battle of Stalingrad, and am struck with a reminder of the barren wasteland my sex life has become. It’s been months since I’ve been touched by someone who wasn’t myself and the outlook looks bleak. It’s doubtful that will change any time soon, so while there is every chance Alison is having sex literally right now, the chances for me are worse than being stuck down by a thunderbolt. 

Debra, pokes her head through the door, “I’m off to bed now, loves, is there anything you need before I go?”

Michelle rifles through a handful of flashcards, “No, mam, we’re fine.” 

“Right well, don’t stay up too late.”

“Uh, it’s an all-nighter. That means we’re staying up all night.”

“Well alright, Michelle, there’s no need to take that tone with me.”

“I’m not taking a tone, I'm just explaining something to you.”

“Well I feel like you’re taking a tone, Michelle, and I don’t appreciate it, especially in front of your friend.”

“Him? He’s Jen’s friend, and by the way-”

“Alright!” Jen interrupts, “Goodnight, Debra, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Debra steps back into the living room with a hassled, “Goodnight.”

I glance at Michelle, who stares back at me with the same naked fury simmering in her eyes that has been there since the library, daring me to speak to her, but I couldn't be bothered to traverse that landscape. Not a hope. These days I only speak to her when strictly necessary. I turn back to my books and start pencilling out another equation. 

As the night drags on, my eyelids become weighty as my focus slowly wavers, and Jen, in tandem, becomes lethargic in her seat, head lolling over the back of it, bleary eyes on the cornicing on the ceiling as though they hold the answers to the questions that Michelle is grilling her with. She will resign soon. I flip a page of my maths book and reach for another chocolate biscuit, only for my hand to connect with empty packaging. Did I really eat all that? Oh well, I’m still growing. 

My voice is croaky from disuse when I speak, “You have other snacks?”

Michelle acknowledges me reluctantly, “Cupboard above the microwave.” 

I raid her kitchen for half a packet of cheese tortillas, some penguin bars and some salted peanuts. At the back of the cupboard I spy Michelle’s precious Nutella, of which she started a war against her parents over during those fraught early days of her break up, and for some strange, vengeful moment I feel compelled to unscrew the lid and dunk my whole finger in it, lick it clean and then toss it back, hoping that by the time she notices what I have done I’ll be long gone. 

I return and throw a penguin bar across the spread of papers to Jen, who misses and it thwacks against the wall behind her. She groans at the prospect of picking it up, shifting her body like it is composed of lead and slumping to half heartedly scoop it from the floorboards with limp fingers. “I’m sleepy,” she groans, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Michelle is stern, “You’re not sleepy, you’re fine, just have more sugar.”

“No, I am. I can’t think anymore. I feel drunk.”

“Come on, Jenny,” I say with gentle encouragement as she hoists herself like a sack of potatoes back into the chair, “You can manage, just another hour, huh?”

“An hour? It’s already three in the morning. I can’t.”

Michelle places a hand on Jen’s, still clutching the chocolate, “We just have a few more things to get through, just to make sure we really have the best chance of good marks tomorrow, yeah?”

“And I’m, like, eighty percent through this maths stuff,” I chime in, “I want to have a look over quadratic equations and then just do a quick refresh on trig…”

Jen looks at us as though we’ve gone insane, “Then study that stuff,” she says incredulously, “I’m not stopping you.”

Michelle and I exchange guilty looks. 

“Why do you need me here to study? Are you afraid to be alone in the same room or something? God.”

Jen’s eyes are sunken and heavy, her makeup smudged from where she has been rubbing them, the same way she did as a child when everything got too much for her. “If you don’t let me sleep I am going to break down crying, so either study on your own or stop studying, I don’t care.” She heaves herself from the table and staggers towards the door, “Goodnight, losers. Talk or don’t talk, I couldn’t give less of a shit,” and with a yank on the french doors she is gone. 

And the clock ticks. 

And a page flips. 

And we don’t say a word.

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

Can I have sweet little turnip for Bobby/Athena? Or buddy if you dont write for them

okay so my first attempt at bobby/athena and it's mostly dialogue - which is so not my norm but that's the direction it went - hopefully ya like it luv 💚

this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather

“I’m sorry can you repeat that?” “You sweet little turnip,” Athena says, shaking her head. The look on Bobby’s face is still a kind of adorable flabbergasted. “Okay, so I did hear you right, but …” Bobby trails off. “Is this one of those times where it sounds like you’re saying something nice, but it really means you don’t think I’m playing with a full deck of cards.” Athena smiles, “Not this time—this time, it’s quite simply that I find what you did and said adorably sweet.” “Wonderful, another one of those phrases that might be good or might mean I have a few screws loose.” “Well, you are regularly around people who have more than a few screws loose, so it was bound to happen to you as well.” She looks out at the rest of the 118 gathered in their backyard.  She’ll stand by the fact that they all have a few screws loose, but she’s never met a better group of people. They’ve spent all day helping them move things from storage into the new house, so they still have some things that are theirs mixed in with all the new. Every single one of these people has been here all day, helping in one way or another, and it’s made the day so much better than it would have been otherwise. “Should we get back out there?” Bobby asks, and she turns to him and nods. They walk back out, and instantly, they’re caught up in the conversations. At one point, she looks across at Bobby and then around at the rest of them. She doesn’t know what she did to get this lucky, but she’s glad she has.

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@firstsoncain || inbox plotted starter || this is so perfect, i cry again!

Cain hasn't seen the brothers in a while. Finding them be well upon returning from his duties in Hell, to behold them has realization dawn on him which he used to ignore before. It never felt as strong. Who would have thought? Once an enemy, the former knight looks at them with genuine fondness curving his mouth into a smile. He approaches them as they stand side by side. Words are difficult when there's nothing that will quite capture the gravity of familial connection guiding his motions. One palm finds onto Dean's shoulder, the other onto Sam's opposite one. And a subtle shake of his head precedes Cain's final, long overdue move; he pulls them into a group hug. Add gentle pats to each brother's upper back. " Did I ever thank you? " Not only Sam for his aid in removing the curse, but both Winchesters' willingness to give a once-monster this second chance. At doing the right thing. At being needed elsewhere than in Hell... to feel like he has found a new family. Well, he thanks them by being there, by listening and dishing verbal kicks in their asses whenever necessary. But to hear those words? Something tells him it's what they appreciate, too.

dean's got sammy by his side and they're only semi-arguing about his restaurant choice for dinner. some murmured bit from his younger brother about cas putting it on him to make sure dean picks some place healthy for a change while dean is busy mumbling back that cas isn't here right now and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. but will certainly taste a hell of a lot better than some vegan, non-gmo, whatever free (mostly TASTE free, be honest!) place sam's trying to convince him is the cat's meow. more like dog's barf.

what sam doesn't tune into is that dean's only goading him on to get him flustered. and it's working and the immense joy out of a harmless food argument is bringing dean nothing but joy. while sam's blood pressure skyrockets and frustration makes him start talking with his hands. becoming more and more animated as the chat goes on. dean might've relented a long time ago if it weren't for sam's increasingly baffled and ruffled up mannerisms. hey. give dean a break. having a moment where this common fight is what's the biggest, most pressing thing going on in their lives? well. that's a moment where dean gets to enjoy the quiet. the comfort and familiarity of harmless banter. means the world's pretty damn good if that's what's pressing the two of 'em.

hearing cain approach, the brothers both turn in unison. sam's eyes light up as dean's mouth curves into a greeting grin. they're both happy to see him. happy he's back. so says the way they both soften in their expression when their shoulders fall underneath cain's grip and.. when they're pulled into a hug that causes all of them to wrap their arms around each other? cherishing the affection--they both--stay put and squeeze tighter. sam even rests his forehead against cain's temple where dean's chin tucks down onto a broad shoulder.

did i ever thank you. sam's smile ends up going ear to ear. dean's brows lift but neither seem like they're going to be the one to initiate stepping back. "you don't gotta," dean breaks their silence. they both get what cain's trying to say. what they're being thanked for. "thank you for staying.." in their lives, in their world.. for not disappearing. "for coming back when you go. and for the ass kickin' when we need it."

'you're family. that's what family does for each other," sam backs up dean's words with a solid statement meant to drive home how important cain is to them. 'ass kicking included,' words split into a quiet laugh, 'we're listening. even if dean doesn't seem like it. you keep him in line. glad to have someone else other than cas helping with that. full time job and then some..'

"like you aren't a pain in the ass.."

'jerk..' and all this? inside one another's arms. this is what home feels like.

[succubus-interactivefiction]

Good news! Kinda

I'm back baby! Good news is that my current major projects Sym, In my, and Final G were all up to date on itch, so I've only lost a few hours work, no biggie.

Bad news, lost ALL my work on my secondary projects. So Sym spin offs went off into the void and I lost the few pages on the hypothetical Star Wars project, but that one is not so bad. Take away from this second major melt down?

SAVE MORE OFTEN!!! Seriously I need to save everything and always save either on my drop box, external ssd, or better yet both every time I finish ANY amount of work. Also another take away, I will be putting away a decent amount every month and come next Black Friday I'm getting a GOOD computer rather then the little cheapos I have always gotten because one dies and I have to scramble to replace it.

[absentmoon]

vampdooku is so scary can you imagine

[chiomakedu]

started a novel today ! I’m so excited to write it cause I have no idea where it’s going

[haylorinthewoods]

Pittsburgh weather for tomorrow is cute :’)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

@arcsimper5 I want this so bad but unfortunately they're so soft spoken I doubt they'd screech and make really pitched noises. They're just really soft bebbis, these Kel Dors.

But this is a headcanon I have, right @saengak. And I see why you'd also think of this because I, too, would like some "Kel Dor" noises

Plo's just very smart AF and since he comes from a line of Jedi's, pretty sure they passed down basic to lovely, beautiful, perfect little baby boy, Plo Koon ♥

Do you think Plo Koon's mask also has a translator inside it which makes his language understandable in basic?

Because being rather reptilian/insectoid in appearance, I assume that their main method of communication is probably screeching and clicks, rumbles and vibrations.

Also because:

Plo: ... and once Wolffe, Sinker and I give the signal, we will... *mask crackles, unintelligible screeching noises*

*Plo stops talking, adjusts his mask and tries again*

Plo: *more screeching*

Shinies: *horrified whimpering*

Plo: *sad eyes at Wolffe*

Wolffe: *rolls eyes* The General is having translation issues. What he said was 'once we give to signal, you are to advance and rendezvous with us at the marked co-ordinates'. Understood?

Plo: *gentle clicking noises*

Wolffe: And... *sighs* he says he's proud of us.

Everyone else: *stunned silence*

Plo: *soft screech*

Wolffe: *glaring at him* Really, General? Do I have... Ugh, fine. And the General says he... loves us... *blushes furiously*

Plo: *delighted clicking noises*

[csphire]

Countdown!

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WIFE DROPPED DID YOU HEAR

based on this comment on the dunmeshi server

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[dreamlifebunny]

Manifestation is ALWAYS guaranteed once you've made your wish omg. Like, always always always. A few months ago I said, "Goddddd, I am sick of feeling lonely, I need a boy who I can talk to about video game music for hours. We should be able to chat about anything and everything so easily. And have similar formative experiences so we can just get each other. And he should look exactly like this. And he should be super well put together and someone I don't need to take care of. And maybe we aren't even together because I'm not ready for that, but we can just be absolute besties who have crushes on each other. Yeahhh. Okay, anyway."

Moved on with my life, sometimes thought about it, quite often felt lack about it or heartache over not having friends like this, but always just daydreamed about this imaginal person.

GIRLLLLL, when I tell you that a few weeks ago I met this guy who I used to have a tiny crush on years ago that I totally had forgotten about?? He had a girlfriend at the time that I met him, but now he didn't. We bonded over video game music (especially my current hyperfixation) and made plans to hang out. Last night I hung out with him, and he made me frickin' SOUP in his fancy apartment and we talked about video game music for FOUR WHOLE HOURS. And he played piano soooo fucking well, and had the same experiences as me with music and video games growing up. And he looked EXACTLY like how I imagined him in my mind. God, and he's absolutely adorable, but I'd also be happy if we were just friends, since he's fulfilling my little crush quota. Like, what the fuck? Ask and it is GIVEN.

Whenever I "doubt" the law or I'm feeling lack or anything like that, stuff like this always brings me right back to the reality that I am god and there is nothing that I cannot be, do, or have. It always makes me feel so silly for forgetting my power; I'm team-working with an amazing creator (who in reality is just me, there is no separation) who brings about everything I want, in the exact perfect way, and all I had to do was make a silly little decision filled with hope and fun and love. It's not my responsibility to figure out the how or when, and that makes it fun. It's always guaranteed. It will not be late. It will always be perfect.

Make a wish and let it unfold. You'll be so happy that you did.

[maribeilschmidt]

gerame eating hamburgers ^_^

[lubluues]

Hii ..... sorry this is so sudden LOL but pls draw more dougdoug hes so perfect in ur style i love it alot ^_^

is this too many

[headless-bram]

Bram felt like he was sitting on a cactus. Almost jostling in his chair as the word sweetheart floated towards him.

Now he was sweating. Right from his temples.

Licking his bottom lip he laughed as he brought the beer bottle to his lips and took two large gulps. Doing his best to play it off. Which lucky for him it was easy to present as unbothered- all the unwanted practice.

The smile remained as he brought the bottle from his lips and he looked over to Jack. “Now sweetheart is far better than football guy…Jackk.” There was a heavy infliction on the k.

“Not many call me sweetheart so you’re hitting me.” Bram knocked on his chest just over his heart. “Right here. Swooning even.”

This was playing it cool enough. Had to be. Bram was sweating. This Jack had him hot.

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Sweet Libations || OPEN

[soup-future]

he is the size of a molecule. and full of love 😊