#WRITERS ROCK

[thkmadame]

Some of y’all have us down bad!

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

[lemurianmaster]

omg thank you SO much for your comment on my fic!! that means so much 🥺🥺<3

Bless your heart! It was my absolute pleasure reading it and I'm going to binge your blog when I get home from work ☺️

Side note: I think a lot of us who scroll through the hard work of people who post their content on here, don't always know what to leave as a comment (I'm so guilty of that, too) so they don't bother. But as you can see, it makes a difference to those talented people who spend a long time and put in huge effort for you all to enjoy. If you're stuck for words, a simple, yet meaningful "thank you," will go a long way.

I've tried, and failed, so many times to write out ideas I've had and it's no easy feat. You all have my respect 💜

[iwasbored777]

The fact that he doesn't turn off the camera until Eclipse Cannon exploded makes me think that he was so nervous about the fact that he's dying and, even though he couldn't see Stone, he wanted to feel like someone is with him. In those last moments people are scared and they don't want to be alone, so he wanted to feel like the person he loved was there with him right now because he was always there.

[basedrecognizebass]

“I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.” - Jeff Buckley

[sokkas-therapist]

NOBODY BOTHER ME the writers of the Boiling Rock episodes said that Sokka and Zuko fight like an old married couple

[wolfieglam]

"You have to choose a subject" but what if i wanna be an author, poet, dancer , philosopher, academic researcher, hiker, historian, movie producer, photographer, essay writer, fisherman, interior designer, stuntman, wrestler, cult icon, biker, unknown painter who lives in secret mysterious vigilante who lives in the shadows, and unrefined nonhuman perception that changes with the seasons all in my one little life and have my own little infinity amongst all these big infinities WHAT IF?

[sbrown82]

Marsha Hunt, circa 1970.

[bixels]

Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? 

Sparity.

[wildflowerwildfiree]

[pyunyrage]

-via the.soundgeist on instagram

[celestialwrites]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fluffy best friends to lovers dialogue prompts

✩ "what if i told you i love you? and not just as your friend."

✩ "can i kiss you? shit! i didn't mean to say that-" "shut up and kiss me you big idiot."

✩ "i don't want you going out with them," "why not?" "because i want you to go with me."

✩ "i've loved you since the day you threw a rock at me in first grade."

✩ "and if i did kiss you? what would you do then?"

✩ "if you were my (boyfriend/girlfriend/partner) i would worship the ground you walk on."

✩ "kiss me." "you aren't serious." "i so am."

✩ "because you're my best friend and i fucking love you." "you love me as your friend or as something more?"

✩ "when i saw you that first day of 7th grade i knew one thing, and it's not just that i wanted to become your favourite person, it's that i wanted to be your everything. best friend or more, just let me be your everything."

✩ "spin the bottle?" "there's only two of us..."

✩ "let's play a game, kiss, marry & love, the options are me, me and wouldn't you look at that, me."

✩ "are you... jealous?" "so what if i am?"

@celestialwrites for more.

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

Summary:

“Marcel…” he rasped, closing his eye again, some of his tension releasing. “It is not safe for you to be here.”

“You are unsafe, as well, Elijah.” Elijah cracked the smallest smile even as he writhed, back arching up again. ________________ Elijah is captured by some witches, and seeing no one else doing anything about it, little Marcel (only a year or so after his adoption into the Mikaelson family) goes after him. He ends up needing a bit of help, and despite familial feuds, family is always there for each other.

[love-ardour-anarchism]

I have the words "rage" and "hope" tattooed on my knuckles and there's a great deal of things I could say about that that would most certainly sound very pretentious but that I mean on the deepest, truest and most personal level but to summarize it I will say this:

To me rage and hope are two of the driving forces of this world. I think as a society we tend to demonize rage. It's seen primarily as a violent and harmful thing but to me it absolutely is not. Rage is to see a status quo, a "this is how things are" and go "absolutely the fuck not".

Rage is to see how you are being treated, to see how this world operates and to decide you think its cruel, unnecessarily so, and that you won't tolerate it anymore. Rage is, put simply, the emotion of "I am not okay with this" and as exactly that its a driving emotive force that inspires us to ACT and try and change how things are.

Hope is the second driving force I see. Hope is to see how things are, get pissed off and think "we could be better". Things could be better, things could be less cruel, we could live a different way. We could NOT be in pain.

Rage is seeing things and realizing they are bad. Hope is seeing bad things and realizing they could be better.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal wedding

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 21

Prompt: Formal

Rated: M

Tags: Modern AU; Rock star Eddie; Royal Steve; Established relationship; Sexually explicit language

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

“Okay,” Eddie says. The crowd outside the toned windows of the limousine has been getting thicker, which means they must be there soon. “Lemme get this straight again.” 

Steve, seated opposite him and looking both stupidly at ease and infuriatingly handsome in his tailored suit, chuckles.

“You’re talking about your tie, right? Because you’ve been tugging on it again.” 

Eddie groans and attempts to right the dreaded thing. It feels like trying to strangle himself. 

“Very funny, you asshole,” he grouses, but Steve doesn’t rise to the insult, just continues to observe his struggle with fond amusement. “I'm talking about this wedding. Why do we need to- … I mean, how are you related to these people again?” 

“Here, let me,” Steve mutters, leaning over and swatting Eddie’s hands away so that he can straighten the tie for him. “You know my cousin?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “The Duchess of What’s Her Face. Met her at a fundraiser once. Major bitch, please don’t tell me it's her getting married.” 

“No, that’s my father’s niece,” Steve laughs, markedly not correcting him on the major bitch part. “This is my mother’s side of the family.” 

“Ah, the banker and entrepreneur side,” Eddie says. He tries to fiddle with his rings, but they’ve made him leave most of them at home. “Much better.”

“Hey,” Steve says. “Try to look at it from the positive side. You won’t have to remember any titles. There'll probably also be less cameras.�� 

Silence drops. The car slows down as they pass another security checkpoint. 

“Hey,” Steve says. His hands settle on Eddie’s shoulders, featherlight and familiar. “Hey, look at me.” 

Eddie does. 

“You don't have to do this,” Steve says. His eyes are serious, his brow furrowed. “I can get out of this car alone and tell the driver to bring you home, and nobody will need to see you like this.” 

“Wow,” Eddie scoffs. “You can tell you've been trained in diplomacy. That's the nicest way anyone has ever told me I looked like shit.” 

Steve drops a chaste kiss to his lips, just as the car stops. “I never said that. I know it's not your favorite type of event, though. Or your favorite type of people. I don't ever want to force you into-” 

“Hey,” Eddie interrupts him. “You're not forcing me. I chose this. I chose you. And for the record, I know I look fantastic in this thing.” 

Steve hums, a low sound that settles heavy in Eddie’s abdomen. The driver’s door shuts and steps approach. An excited chorus of voices swells outside. The goddamn press, eager to catch a photo of him making a complete ass of himself on his first royal engagement. 

“You know when you'll look even better?” 

Eddie flinches back to attention. “Huh?” 

The door swings open. A storm of flashing cameras breaks loose.

Steve smiles, bright and professional. His voice is so low Eddie needs to strain to catch it. 

“When we get back to the hotel and I take it off you.” 

*

“There he is!”

Eddie turns to see the bride swooshing towards him in a flurry of white skirts, her new husband trailing on her heel like an eager puppy. He casts a nervous glance over his left shoulder, then one over his right, but Steve is nowhere to be seen. 

“Eddie Munson,” the bride says, coming to a stop in front of him and taking a generous sip of her champagne. “The rock star who bagged the crown prince. Every eligible person in this room either wants to be you or kill you, you know that?” 

“Yeah well,” Eddie says, taking in the mean curl of her mouth and the sharp glint in her eyes. “Good thing you're not eligible anymore, I guess.”

Her face twitches and her hand grips the glass a little tighter. 

“Carol,” says her husband, smile sharp. “Don't tease him. He must have it hard enough. The backlash from his fans, the media claiming that this is just a rebellious phase Steve is going to grow out of soon. I imagine it can't be easy.” 

“Ah, you know how the press are,” Eddie says. “Better not to listen to them. Steve and I are in this for the long haul. We're planning on making it work.” 

The bride quirks a brow. “Well, good luck with making that white dress work at your wedding.” 

And Eddie wanted to behave, he really did, but what can he do when served a cue like this?

“Bold to assume I'll be the one wearing the dress.” 

Silence drops. The bride and groom gape at him. A scandalized murmur runs through the assembled bystanders, and fuck, when did they gain an audience?

“Um,” Eddie says. “Listen, that was-”

“There you are!” Steve exclaims, materializing out of nowhere and taking him gently by the shoulder. “Tommy, Carol, I'm so sorry, but we need to get going. Early start tomorrow, you know how it is. Beautiful wedding, congrats again.” 

And then Eddie’s being pulled out the doors and into the venue's lush garden, past a crowd of gawking wedding guests. 

“I can't believe you said that.” 

Eddie is already drawing a breath to apologize, but then it dawns on him that it's not rage that's making Steve’s voice shake. It's laughter. Steve's hand, against all rules of propriety and protocol, has slipped into his. 

“Told you I'd be a disaster at this,” he shrugs, and Steve snorts. 

“Ah, they deserved it. We can deal with the fallout tomorrow.” 

“Oh?” Eddie smirks as the limousine rolls to a stop before them and the driver jumps out to open the door for them. “Is this the part where you take me to the hotel and-”

“Oh no,” Steve says, and pulls him inside. His eyes are sparkling. “Change of plans. You're fucking me in the car.” 

And who's Eddie to disregard a royal order? 

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[theriverdraws]

HEY UH, TOBY FOX VOICED A CHARACTER IN "WE BABY BEARS"???

OKAY????