#I know i wrote it

[kiwi2229]

Lunch notes

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 452 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Note

James is sitting on the sofa enjoying a cup of tea since Harry was finally asleep for more than 30 minutes when Regulus came home from work. Usually, his husband would smile and kiss him if it was a good workday or flung himself on the sofa in his true Black dramatic nature if it was a bad day. But today Regulus just glared at him.

“Hello, love?” James asks testing the waters.

“Oh, am I love now?” Regulus narrows his eyes. At the beginning of their relationship, James would be worried he did something wrong immediately going into a panic spiral. After all these years he learned to wait and see if the situation is truly worth panicking about.

“Reggie, you are always my love, the only one. My heart and soul…” James is watching Regulus carefully if the flattery is helping. “… the meaning of my life. How could you ever think you were anything less than my happiness?”

Regulus scoffs and says hurriedly. “So, where the fuck is my note?”

James has to bite his lower lip and hit behind the mug not to grin widely. “You mean the love notes I put into your lunch boxes you insist you don’t need and are unnecessary and too mushy?”

“Yes.” Regulus glares at him his hands crossed over his chest. Somehow James forgot. It was a crazy morning with Harry running around. He looks up at his husband with an apologetic smile, but he knows the corners of his mouth are twitching.

“I’m sorry.”

Regulus waves his hand gesturing to James. “Write me one now, Potter.”

“Isn’t it a little late now? I will write one tomorrow.” James says reaching for him. Regulus doesn’t put much or more precisely any fight as James tugs to his lap. Regulus settles but is still pouting. James laughs and kisses the wrinkles between his eyebrows. He reaches behind him to pull out a small notebook and pen.

He rests the paper against Regulus’ bent knee so the boy can see as he writes.

For my lovely Reggie, who refuses to admit how much he adores me even tho we are married and have a kid. But he is a terrible liar, so I know anyway. Love you, Jamie

He draws a little heart at the end of the note. “Better, love?” He asks as he folds the paper and gives it to his husband. Regulus buries his face into James’ neck, the note holding close to his chest.

“Thank you.” He wispers. James grins and kisses the top of his head.

Little James knows that in the very back of their closet there is a hidden paper box filled with folded lunch notes.

[fistfuloflightning]

you know when you know you’ve written something? where you have a clear memory of typing it and formatting it and making sure the scene ran smoothly and made sense? but then you read that wip four months later and those scenes are not in there? in fact, they’re not in any of the copies of that wip on any of your devices or drives? and it feels like you’re gaslighting yourself into believing that you never wrote it but you know you did? yeah.

[this-is-cray-cray-dudes]

what gender am i?

biodegradable glitter and tears of a young child

tag yourself and your gender

[calamitoustide]

every day i understand the downfall of helios just a little bit more

[loulooser]

Found this on my hand yesterday and wasn’t entirely sure how it got there

[asirensrage]

the problem with writing too much and not adding things to your masterlists as soon as it's posted is that when you finally remember to do so, YOU CAN'T FUCKING FIND THEM

[midnightcaptions]

Discovering I have about 300k of stupid shitty self-indulgent fics missing from my folder (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

[the-nefarious-vampire]

as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

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yes, I'm self-aware thank you

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[mindfogs]

Laios is definitely the type to bite his partner to stim

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[ditzybat]

tim with a knife in his hands: damian, step away from the computer

damian reading superbat fanfiction on tim’s personal laptop: i wanted to play roblox, but this is adequate writing, are you in need of a beta reader by chance?

[lilislegacy]

did anyone else ever find it odd how easily zeus offered percy godhood? and how it almost seemed like he secretly wanted percy to accept? well i did, and after thinking long and hard about it…

i don’t think percy understood what turning down godhood really meant

demigods do tasks for the gods because they don’t have to follow any rules. they aren’t controlled by anyone or anything. demigods are a strange hybrid - not god, not human. they are in between the laws of immortal and mortal. they are not supposed to exist. yet they do, which is what makes them so extraordinary.

percy is crazy powerful. of course, there’s the aspect of raw power. he has domain over air (storms/hurricanes), land (earthquakes and volcanic eruptions), and sea (monster waves, tsunamis, floods, basically anything that involves water.) he can control bodily fluids. he has super strength (with one hand, he held up an unconscious annabeth who was being pulled down by both arachne AND the forces of tartarus). he has super speed (he moves faster than bullets in TTC). no matter how badly you hurt him, he automatically heals and regenerates the second he touches water (an ability no other demigod has). he’s an extraordinary swordsman. very skilled in combat and warfare. he’s smart, and thinks of plans quickly. but he also has a great deal of social/poltcial power… i mean, he’s a leader and hero to both the greek and roman camps. if he says “attack,” all demigods, greek or roman, attack. no question. do you have any idea how threatening that is to the olympians? he’s also best friends and has an empathy link with the lord of the wild, which basically means all of nature is by his side too, including all land creatures. he’s also prince of horses, which means pegasi too (both of which are extremely useful in battle). and of course all sea creatures, including the mythical ones like krakens and leviathans. not to mention many of the gods really like him. hermes, hephaestus, athena, aphrodite, and dionysis have all gone out of their way to help him. artemis holds him in high regard, especially since he saved her. apollo literally considers him his friend! and poseidon - his dad, the god who is the biggest threat to zeus - is fiercely protective of him and cares about him a great deal. many minor gods also like him because he demanded them to be given more respect and for their kids to be welcomed at the camps.

percy unknowingly has more power, both physical and social/political, than anyone should ever have. he may have absolutely no idea, but it must scare the living daylights out of zeus. by accepting zeus’s offer to become a god, percy would have submitted himself to the control of zeus. zeus would be his king and ruler. zeus would then have complete control over him.

but percy said no. therefore, percy remains out of zeus’s control.

percy had no idea what he was doing. but thank the gods he made that choice. thank the gods he’s an incredible person. thank the gods percy jackson has no desire for power, because he has more of it than anyone should ever be able to have.

[adriles]

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess