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[supernatural-jackles]

Pre-order Mutual Benefits on Kindle now!

Paperback available October 24th, 2023!

Here's a sneak peek from Austin's POV! 👀

Careful... it's fluffy💜

“What’s with the twenty questions?” 

I shrugged my shoulders. “Just want to know you, is all.”

“You don’t have to,” she furrowed her brows before crossing her arms over her chest. “Look, we’re in this for four months. It’s pretend.”

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning we don’t have to do this… get to know one another,” she said calmly, keeping her voice light and her tone positive. Almost like I should have known this already and she was just reminding me of that fact. As kind as she was, I was taken back. 

“What if I want to?” I questioned before bringing my coffee up to my lips. “What if I want to know everything there is to know about you?”

“I’d say you’re wasting your time,” she stated bluntly, officially catching me off guard. “I’m nothing special, Austin. You asked me to do this, and I agreed because it’s pretend and I can fake it no problem.” I sensed a but coming and one I wasn’t going to like. “But getting to know me involves getting to know you, and I didn’t sign up to grow attached to someone who is going to walk out of my life in four months time. Surely you understand that.”

Unfortunately, I completely understood where she was coming from. She was only protecting herself and I couldn’t blame her for that. She sighed up to help me and she was doing that. She didn’t agree to be the best of friends. We also never agreed that we were parting ways in four months time. Then again, I never thought about what was about to happen when the contract was done. A part of me hoped she’d still want to be a part of my life, even if it was crazy sometimes. I’d never force her to be a part of it, but it wasn’t to say I didn’t want her to be a part of it. I wanted to be a part of hers. 

“I do,” I nodded. “But I want to be a part of your life, Catalina. I want you to be a part of mine.”

~~~~~

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[elialys]

THE NEWSREADER | 1.01 | Helen x Dale - Dale's Update Part 2 [ 1 ]

[ivomartins]

HE!!!!!!!

[dcreekgifs]

every episode of dawson’s creek: ↳ 2x07: “the all nighter” (originally aired november 18, 1998)

[mixtapedoh]

literally ran to your inbox when i saw your writing event post. may i request hoshi with autumn by niki because i like pain and can not get this song out of head for days now

omg, a fellow niki lover <3333 jen, you always have had such wonderful taste. i love the way her songs allow me to bleed.

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?

☄. *. ⋆

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, break-up word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, death imagery (don't we love angst and more angst and a dash of even more crushing angst?), barely there plot but fuck it, we ball.

olive's notes: a very interesting exercise for me! tbh, as a niki fan, i love to cast her songs as potential fic ideas, and when i hear autumn, my gut reaction is woozi, so to think about hoshi instead was a welcome challenge. hopefully i did it justice <3.

Read

You stare at those four letters, that single word, the broken sentence fragment not even deserving of punctuation until the blue light of your phone burns the impression of it into your retina in a persistence that lasts longer than your last conversation with him, just days before.

Read.

Not even four letters he had deigned to type out — some semblance of a response to your longing that you'd attempted to sever with a knife that, rusted through, meant you had to saw at that place where you deemed your attachment thinnest over and over: a back and forth motion, a seasickened sort of nausea that left you emptier than perhaps the hacking would have resulted in, had the cut been clean. But no; to all that you had spilled before him in your text (written and rewritten, drafted and thrown out, wept over, then created anew), all he could offer you — all he would give you, now — was silence. A read receipt. All your feelings still spilling out of you, pooling in shallow oceans, sales tax. Your anger, change. A transaction in the deficit. A run-up tab, a thousand I-owe-you's coalescing in just four letters, not even the ellipses of thought.

Read.

But did he?

When you fell for Hoshi all those months ago, it certainly hadn't been for his careful trepidation, or some thoughtful penchant for contemplation. It was for the lack of it, really. The way he so effortlessly swept you up — took your wary hands, and with a smile that seemed to embody the whole of him, coaxed the laughter out of you, and then following, the vulnerable, sticky truth. He liked it — liked you — he always pressed for more.

And so you'd give, and he would take. Then he'd offer, and you'd come closer to receive. Close enough to memorize the lines in his face, intimate enough to carve the worst of you into his bones.

And then work came between you, as it was wont to do. You were seeing each other in secret, of course (could you imagine what they'd say, if all the world knew?), but then people grew suspicious, an accounting of his every move including too many reports of you. So space was needed, but Soonyoung was apologetic, and you were hopeful you'd pull through.

"I love you," you'd whisper in the late night phone calls when he'd still be in his sweats and running choreography that was perfect as is.

(It wasn't right, he'd always claim. And he'd do it again and again, critiquing it over and over. Sharper. More focused. Harder. More precise. Another replay of the same, small moment. A circle that he could never claim was finished, an ideal he could never move past. It would be perfect. It had to be right. It wasn't enough if it were half-performed, it would never signify.)

"You love me?" he'd laughing, reply. Joking self deprecation, it had began, then a spiral towards something doubtful and unsure. A while yet and it began to hollow and turn cold.

"You love me?" he'd once said. "Not if I love you more."

And what if he'd stopped all together? A train crash or a too-long sustained whimper, it's silence a death.

Could you love him still, if this feeling is just aching? Could you love him if your phone calls were never picked up and only once, returned? Could you love him if you begged to hear from him and he'd go for weeks at a time without giving you a word? Could you love him if — at midnight — you texted him that it felt as though with each passing day he was loving you less, and every moment your breath was hitched in anticipation waiting for him to come home an agony of only half-living and drowning in your own insecurities and sorrow.

Could you love him if you sent it, and waited all that early morning for his reply, only for him to read it 4 hours later and not even reply?

"I'm so lucky I met you," Soonyoung had once said to you, with flowers in his hands, a bouquet of bleeding colors, a display near blinding when you looked at it head on. The assortment was so fresh, their fragrance assaulted your every sense, and the reminder of him lingered long after he was gone.

The aroma was gone, now. The savor expired, the petals wilted and sagged. You were perhaps due another fresh delivery, and maybe he'd bring it to you — every new batch of flowers less ceremonious than the last, with fewer words of endearment, rarely an explanation for all he'd done in between the death of the old set, and the replacement with something new.

Excuses rarely beget the same of their kind, and thinness only ever tried to be better, still.

. . .

He was typing.

Maybe that read receipt was still burned into your retinas. Maybe despite this offer of something, you were through.

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[minijenn]

Its THEM!!!!

[borgialucrezia]

(On his guilty pleasure TV show) "I’ve been mostly watching amazing things like Euphoria, When They See Us, Chernobyl, and Fleabag that I feel absolutely no guilt about. But um…Forensic Files I guess." (x)

— FRANÇOIS ARNAUD Photographed by Kendra Hope

[thedragonhermit]

Me: Can we get Baldur's Gate 3? Mom: We have Astarion at home. Astarion at home:

[paperstarzz]

Little thing I put together. I don’t completely agree with some of the rules of the show but I decided to meet them halfway.

(Yes, I was that kid in sixth grade who got their work done super fast so they could do research on werewolves using the school computers what you gonna do about it.)

[supernatural-jackles]

ARC Applications are now open!

A chance to get a free digital Advanced Reader Copy of my debut novel Mutual Benefits.

If hockey romance is your thing, or maybe you just want another story from me, this is your way to get one!

[naddpodgifting]

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(Promo image by @voxphantasma)

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[ivomartins]

y'all we've been so hype that we've jinxed the update 😭

[jentrevellan]

Hey friends I'm still here but still on an art hiatus. I also still have not played BG3 and I don't want spoilers so another reason why I'm not on here much!

Hope youre all well. You can bet your fine little arses that I'll be back as soon as we get a release date for Dread Wolf!

Lots of love x.

[elialys]

Story summary: This story takes place a few months after 2.06 “Fireworks” so mind the spoilers.

Following a tragedy that leaves Dale spiralling even more out of control, Helen flies back home. Because despite the mess they’ve become, they will always be that person for one another. At least, it remains true as far as she’s concerned.

Loyal to a fault.

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

happy second anniversary to mind games fnf

has anyone been watching the cake? uh oh-

y'know. this is probably the mod I never would have expected to love as much as I do. I always considered myself an Entity girlie, but somehow Psychic (and senpai boyfriend to a lesser scale /j) managed to steal my heart. (i'm being very dramatic)

I started this blog this past June, but I've loved the mod for so much longer. I'm so glad to have found it; Mind Games is a brilliant concept with spectacular execution that deserves all the praise it gets. It's still so overlooked, but I'm really happy to see it getting more love! And I'm so grateful for all my followers and the people who like my art and writing for these silly lil guys.

thank you to everyone who's stuck around, congrats to riveren and their team for making such a banger mod, and I hope all of you have a blessed New Year! <3

[minijenn]

Aight babes, spent the last several days in a depressive episode because of obvious reasons, but fuck America, Drumples can't stop me from writing my stupid little fanfics. So, update time!

I plan on starting Attack the Light soon (sorry Shades fans, I'm kind of chasing my bliss currently for mental health reasons). Since its a completely original chapter, it may take longer to complete than the past few have been. Once that's done, I'll prob do some misc. art or the covers for Mirror/Waterfall Gem (Indirect Kiss and Gems and Journals covers are done). Somewhere in there, I also plan on writing my chapter notes for S2. Hard to believe we're rapidly approachin the end of S1, but we are! My hope is to finish it by the end of the year.