#Im gonna write it

[immodestly-marina]

back from my lil break and wanna discuss sloppy sex with a needy post-hunt Sam Winchester 😛

[firemeyr]

Are there any Howling Commando!Logan fans out there still..… please.. I have so many thoughts about this. May or may not be in the process of writing a four (five maybe?) part fic-series about it lmao

[moderatelydelusional]

imagine the duke inviting hollywood famous actor guy dexter and his travelling companion former butler thomas barrow to a fancy dinner… something only right since he’s funding an upcoming film of guys.

guy accepting the invite before telling thomas about the offer and instead just telling thomas theyre dining with the duke of crowborough tonight.

the whole evening thomas is on edge and phillip keeps making little comments and sneaking suggestive glances at thomas, who is basically ready to run for the hills.

phillip gives them a tour of his mansion and when guy is distracted by exploring a room, thomas hisses at phillip and asks what he’s doing and phillip teasingly responds “well im about to show him where i used to bend you over”

phillip eventually can’t help himself and makes a deliberate obvious comment towards thomas that gives them both away. guy questions it and phillip pretends to be coy “surely thomas has told you of our past? as im very certain of your present.”

bc the snake would… and im here for it.

should i write this? …if it ends in a spicy three way, ofc?

[tomatoland]

I will never get over THIS. This is a man who is about to sleep with his God. So much wonder and amazement in Book's face, so much admiration and love, devotion and trust. It's open and vulnerable. How Book managed to convey all those things is insane.

Force is SO damn lucky because the way Book is looking at him/Gun here is INTOXICATING. It makes me want to punch a wall ashgjkdkdj

[wxntrfrostt]

I want to give Astarion a cat. I want Tav to come home and his coat is meowing and he presents Astarion with a sopping wet kitten. That thing will become his best fucking friend and they will be partners in crime forever.

[emrick-huntr]

SO YEAH I HAVE ANOTHER KIRIBAKU IDEA

Yk the dream I had about the alien kiri? Welll...

It's alien au, and I'm watching Madagascar and I got my idea from the movie lmao so it's sorta inspired by it HEHE I love writing alien aus you have no idea ☹️☹️☹️☹️

Hopefully you guys are interested! Let me know If you are!

[writing-until-i-drop]

I just finished watching Salem's lot and now I have ideas 👀👀👀

[batfambyval]

Okay but why is Lonnie Machin such an underrated character?! He’s great! The relationship between him and Tim and how that could affect Tim’s relationship with Bruce has so much potential! Maybe there just aren’t enough people who want to put in the effort to understand him? Well I’m gonna try! Time to dig back into my philosophy texts books and do some research. Hopefully I’ll be able to write something to populate the Lonnie Machin & Tim Drake tag. Or even Lonnie Machin/Tim Drake… hmmmmm

Seriously though, Anarchy is such a great character, he’s like Ivy in a lot of ways but he’s also just a kid who’s desperate to do something to help keep humanity from self destructing. As someone who has looked at the world, been absolutely sure it’s going to be destroyed, and struggled to realize I couldn’t do anything to stop it… well let’s just say writing Lonnie is either going to be very therapeutic or I’m gonna accidentally radicalize myself.

[toastery]

the great gatsby, chapter iv — "After that I lived like a young rajah in all the capitals of Europe—Paris, Venice, Rome—collecting jewels, chiefly rubies, hunting big game, painting a little,"

what if jay painted nick like one of his french girls

[weirdenbyferret]

Dont mind me thinking up a new au based off of a story of one of my dads ex girlfrienda where mc is a messed up bit whos constantly doing shit to numb their emotional and physical pain, drinking and taking drugs and maybe perhaps dating some toxic people to try and numb it all, and after a recent break up you get with a moon themed animatronic that looks edgy and like your exact 'type,' but then he turns out to be really sweet and gentle and caring, and you panic because of it and try to leave but he decides nope hes helping you take care of yourself

[mauveberries]

you know how voldemort’s so obsessed with magic? atp i think only lady magic herself would be good enough for him

[apollolynx98]

So, I did something...

I've written these two songs. I have to say that English isn't my first language so I apologise in advance. And also that poetry isn't my style or what I usually write. So yeah... Keep that in mind, please.

I would appreciate any type of feedback and comments but always with respect please. Thank you so much 💗

Unspoken

Sometimes I feel too much, more than my hands can write,

My heart is racing fast, but the words don’t come out right.

I try to write my feelings, but the page stays blank,

Thoughts moving faster than the ink in my hand.

I’m drowning in emotions, searching for my voice,

Good or bad, they pull me down, but silence is my choice.

One day I’ll break the surface, let it all come clear,

Until that day, I’ll keep trying, hoping you’ll hear.

In fleeting shadows, I catch your smile’s glow,

A whisper of a memory, where love used to flow.

I replay our laughter, like echoes in the night,

But every sweet reminder drags me back to the fight.

I’m drowning in emotions, searching for my voice,

Good or bad, they pull me down, but silence is my choice.

One day I’ll break the surface, let it all come clear,

Until that day, I’ll keep trying, hoping you’ll hear.

You looked at me with your sea-blue eyes,

Said, “We’re not broken, this is just how we are.

And that’s perfectly fine."

Chest to chest, heart to heart, your hands holding my face with fondness but tight.

I’m drowning in emotions, like waves against the shore,

Good or bad, they pull me down, but silence I adore.

One day I’ll break the surface, let it all come clear,

Like sunlight breaking through the clouds, hoping you’ll hear.

Echoes of Silence

You’re never really alone, are you?

You stand there in the quiet,

but the silence screams louder than your words.

You fill your hands with anyone,

because you can’t sit still,

can’t sit with the space that’s yours.

It’s not love what you want,

just something to hold—

anything to chase the silence

that gets louder when it’s just you.

I see you, running,

chasing faces that never stay.

But you never ask yourself why,

do you?

Maybe you can’t,

because if you stop moving,

you’ll have to face what’s been there all along.

A fear of being alone—

not them,

but you,

just you.

You always need someone,

but do you even know what you’re missing?

You wear your solitude like a mask,

but it doesn’t fool anyone,

least of all me.

You need someone to fill the space,

but I wonder if you’ll ever learn

that filling the silence with them

won’t make the noise inside stop.

You’re never really alone,

but somehow, you’re always lost.

You wear the role of a lover like a second skin,

like you’re supposed to be happy.

But I see it in the way you look at them,

as if you’re begging for something you won’t ask for:

solitude.

You fill the quiet with their name,

but don’t you ever wonder,

if they’re just another place to hide?

Another face to cover the one

you never want to see in the mirror.

The quiet calls to you,

but you turn away,

filling your hands with distractions,

anything to avoid the questions.

You’re fine, you tell yourself.

You’re fine as long as there’s someone

to carry your weight,

but I wonder if you’ll ever notice—

it’s not them you need,

it’s the space you’re so afraid of.

You always need someone,

but do you even know what you’re missing?

You wear your solitude like a mask,

but it doesn’t fool anyone,

least of all me.

You need someone to fill the space,

but I wonder if you’ll ever learn

that filling the silence with them

won’t make the noise inside stop.

You’re never really alone,

but somehow, you’re always lost.

Maybe you don’t see it—

how you’re always searching,

but never finding.

How you run from yourself,

even though you’re the only one who could stay.

You’ll find someone,

but you won’t find peace

until you learn to be alone

in the way you’ve never been.

And I wonder if you ever will.

You always need someone,

but do you even know what you’re missing?

You wear your solitude like a mask,

but it doesn’t fool anyone,

least of all me.

You need someone to fill the space,

but I wonder if you’ll ever learn

that filling the silence with them

won’t make the noise inside stop.

You’re never really alone,

but somehow, you’re always lost.

[feelingthedisaster]

Oh! I have a fic idea! why not to a LightningThief!Percy meets the rest of the seven?

omg, anon you just gave me gold

[yeyinde]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFbQkvFV/ SINGLE!DAD PRICE VIBES -‼️

i'm actually gonna scream this everything!!!!!! 😍 GODDDD he's so FINE

[cutiecusp]

Thought of the day.

In October we allllll loved Eddie Munson as Ghostface.

But... hear me out...

What if he had a redemption story like Eric Draven... ERIC. DRAVEN. 🖤🖤

@skyfall8600 @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @whoahoney @loveshotzz @gothvamp1973 @painisforsundays @woahlifehitsyahuh

[folklorianhaze]

at a flowers and whiskey themed company party for work today and the hyperfixation worms in my brain keep making me think “this would be great for an elucien meet cute”