#and THIS was meant to be a oneliner

[buckevantommy]

i wrote a 3000 word fixit fic where buck gets to say everything he wants to say to tommy and they get back together at the end. and there's a double spaced line between two paragraphs where i obviously left a gap needing s bit of narrative or dialogue to connect the two surrounding paragraphs and now i can't remember what i wanted to put there.. 😅🫠🫶

[bromcommie]

the way it’s been eight years and I’m still so angry we didn’t get to see fucking. ANY of Sam Wilson in CA: CW

[timedthirteen]

another thing i have opinions about is how surface-level the exploration of gender is in thirteen's run. like, i really do think a lot of the fandom is clinging to scraps with her and i don't begrudge anyone that whatsoever! it is of course more than okay to enjoy whatever you enjoy, and we all have different preferences and thresholds. however i personally feel we were owed better on both the trans front and the queer romance front. i feel our community deserved better.

[prattham2311]

when i look back now all i see are the pieces of myself i tried to bend into keys to those empty houses which never were meant to be home

-the_pain

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[foxybananaaaz]

I know I'ma regret this. #9 for the angst prompt!

● Golden Thread ●

《 “Of all the times to tell me, why now?” 》

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Summary :: A conversation between Feyre and Elain doesn't go as planned.

Pairing :: SQUINT Elucien

Word Count :: 1k

Authors Note :: It's been so long since you requested! BUT I have been trying to figure out the right way to write this. I'm sorry you waited forever! But here we go!

“You aren’t who he would have chosen as a mate.”

Before the words had even fully sunk in, Elain had turned her head to her younger sister, only to see shock, mixed with frustration on her face. It wasn’t until the words, and their meaning, settled into her mind, that she fought, and failed, the urge to flinch back.

“That didn’t come out the way I meant for it to.” Feyre spoke up again, fully aware of how her original statement affected Elain, even though she wished it wouldn’t have.

Elain, proving to be more stubborn than either her sisters remembered, especially surrounding this topic, simply turned her head, and looked away. She hoped to give the impression that she did not care, nor did she wish to discuss him.

He was visiting, of course. Elains sisters only ever brought up the subject whenever he was around, but not near.

“He thought he had a mate, but the bond never snapped into place.” Feyre spoke, as though Elains dismissal of the topic had not happened.

Closing her eyes, she fought against the surge of jealousy that reared its ugly head. It was not hers, it did not belong to her. The emotion came from that thin golden thread that came from the deepest part of her being, and connected her to the red haired male. The emotion, though she knew what it was, and why it was there, was foreign.

“They loved each other so deeply, they genuinely believed they were mates.” Elains younger sister continued. She continued, ignoring, or just not knowing, the jealousy growing.

Elain hated it. She had no right to react this way. She did not wish to react this way. Yet here she was, jealous enough anyone who did not know the situation, might think that she had not ignored that thread.

“Clearly, they are not.” Elain clipped back. Her words, sharper, her tone, harder than she had planned. She hadn’t intended to respond at all, yet she could not help it.

“No. They aren’t.” Feyre responded, seeming to finally get a sense of where Elains mind was at. “It didn’t stop him from believing she was, even in the centuries after her death.”

Elain, as much as she loved to believe she was great at controlling her reactions, when it came to the golden thread, or him, she had a hard time keeping any reaction to herself, especially when she could not control it.

There was a small flicker of relief at learning this unknown female that he loved so much, had wanted to be his, had wanted the golden thread to tie him too instead, had no longer been alive. She couldn’t help it. She desperately hoped her face remained neutral. What kind of person had any sort of glee learning someone had died, no matter how long ago?

But there was one thing Elain could not figure out. This was not her sister's story to tell. She knew why her sister was telling her. Elain wouldn’t speak to him. But it still wasn’t Feyre’s story to tell.

Beyond that though, Elain was curious.

“Of all the times to tell me, why now?” Though she asked, she refused to look at her sister. Asking the question may have been too much, letting her sister think she was giving too much interest in him. Turning her gaze to her sister wouldn’t help Elain.

“I thought you should know, you aren’t the only one who found yourself in this bond, having had hope for a past love.” Feyre responded.

It was the first time anyone had mentioned, even though indirectly, Greyson, at all since the war. What he had done, had said to her.

He was the reason Elain had started ignoring the heartbeat she could still hear. Greysons cruel words, and the harsh way he spoke to her was the reason Elain would not look within herself, knowing she would only see the golden thread. The way Greyson had broken her heart was the reason Elain refused to look at the male with the red hair.

Refusing to listen to her sister any longer, Elain stood, and walked out of the room, without another word.

She was tired of everyone expecting her to do something about her situation. She couldn’t even try to distract herself, like Nesta could, without this situation ruining it.

Maybe she hadn’t done anything because maybe she may want to be happy like her sisters one day. But that day kept getting pushed further, the more her sisters brought up the topic like she should take pity on him.

Elain hadn’t realised where she was walking, hadn’t caught the flash of red through the window, hadn’t heard his laugh as she turned the corner. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.

Yet, when Elain had entered the town house, thinking she might be free of the entirety of him, she ended up face to face with him, barely registering his human friends.

He still had the laughter in his eyes, though it was quickly dying, as he realized that it was Elain who stood in front of him.

Elain couldn’t help the longing, the pain, the sadness upon seeing how quickly his laughter and joy died. She did that to him. And this was the worst part of this bond. The guilt, seeing his expression fall, anytime he saw her.

Though, now, her mind had something new to supply, seeing the fallen joy. Even though her sister hadn’t meant it in a way to be painful, her words came back, which added more uncontrolled, and unwanted pain in Elains chest.

‘You aren’t who he would have chosen as a mate.’

Without saying a word, Elain turned on her heel, and walked back out the front door, completely forgetting why she had come to the town house to begin with.

The only thing on her mind was how Lucien Vanserra’s face always fell, whenever she came into the room, and how it was probably because she wasn’t who he wanted.

THIS, is the first thing I've written in a while! It's short, sorry. But also, tried to keep that angst. Hope I did well?

[ddeck]

my biggest problem with the ahsoka show so far is the dialogue (which is weak and consists of dramatic clishe oneliners) and the line delivery (which i am sure definitely not the actors' fault and has everything to do with their directions because every line feels like it was purely meant to be cut out of the context and played as a promo material with dramatic music in the background or at least it certainly looks like it)

[astridthevalkyrie]

One of my least favorite things about The Regina Show is that all her 'ooh girlboss snarky' comments are either kinda bigoted or just unnecessarily cruel towards people who haven't wronged her.

Like 'where you come from people bathe in the river and use pinecones for money' wasn't clever or cool or funny or anything it was literally just classism. Classism directed at a man who helped her, no less, so like 'fuck you for not letting me burn my own arm off' isn't a good look either why the fuck should I like her. And she keeps doing it! All her early banter with Robin where she's so snarky and cool is actually just classism. Why would he fall in love with her

Her constant bullying of the dwarves? All ableism-based. Why are we rooting for this person why would any of us root for this person.

Everything she says to Hook either reads as 'why are you as a man wearing eyeliner you queer' or again ableism. How is that supposed to indicate someone we're meant to like.

Oh also Emma's getting mentioned twice but the way she treats Emma is so unnecessary and cruel like why would we think you like this person when all you do is tell them they're not enough for the task at hand or they're not as good a mother of Henry as you or they'd be nothing without your help like you don't care about this person at all and it's ludicrous that we're all expected to believe she does.

Plus the way she constantly mocks or undermines Emma and the Charmings like. You haven't become a good person and you haven't suddenly started caring about the people you hurt you are one hundred percent here just because you want Henry to like you and even then she still does things that make his life harder all the fucking time basically unrepentantly.

(A few other standout moments include random xenophobia in 'that's a mouthful' to the dunbroch language which is an irl gaelic language so it's shitty that the writers will crap on it to elevate her, the very specific and quite frantly fucking bizarre treatment of Sidney, the fact that every other character of color is usually in competition with her or eliminated to return the spotlight to her which isn't an in-canon flaw of hers necessarily but when combined with everything else ain't great)

Why should the show continuously praise her for contributing every now and then and bullying the rest of the team incessantly?

yeah, I've noticed that too. her classism with robin is so forced too. not that she's not classist to other people, but she's also not being like haha peasant peasant in every interaction so her digs at robin are literally just there for ✨enemies to lovers vibes✨

"handless wonder" "captain guyliner" we get it bro? you don't think men can wear eyeliner?? feminist queen ig :/

and don't get me started on sydney oh my GOD. what were the showrunners thinking when they were like let's cast this black actor to be the enslaved genie/man in the mirror to a white passing woman, and CONTINUE this treatment i.e. he's still in love with her during the curse (which regina could have done away with just like she forced graham to have feelings for her) and we find out in season 4 that she's CONTINUED TO KEEP HIM LOCKED UP FOR NO REASON????????????? HOLY SHIT WHAT????

and marian. that bitch. how dare she *checks notes* be married to robin when regina was still in love with him. but it's okay for her to see her son reject her and her husband cheat on her with the woman who executed her, because the whole time it's zelena anyways lolz

she has absolutely no right to be snarking at emma, snow or chaeming. none. and yet we're given, again and again, these godawful oneliners that are supposed to be girlboss and hashtag slay. we're given that horrible moment where she uses the dark ones dagger to tell emma to be quiet after which she smirks and says "ooh i could get used to this." and then we get henry being like "dw mom you're the bestest person ever you can be a hero too! 😁" this fucking show man.

[spectrumspace]

sees post about too many people falling for scams

agree but it's formatted in a way that insults the reader for falling for them and clearly just meant to be a snappy oneliner rather than a detailed psa

checks notes for a more informative or gentle addition because anyone can fall for a scam and we shouldn't---

hundreds of terfs

checks op

terf

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[fushiglow]

Me: 'aw no i shouldnt read a fic set in the music industry, it'll get me sad about abandoning my own dreams; nope nuhuh, apologies, moving on' -> fast forward a few weeks -> i see ur fic pop up every now n then on both ao3 n tmblr, tempting me to read it -> fast forward again, it's tday -> i end up caving in eventually when i see it on my dash again; checked out the first chapter while having lunch earlier. Got H o o k e d by ur narrative. And so i inhaled two more chaptrs a sec ago while commuting back home aaaaand lil old me proceeded to be WILDLY inspired by ch4 shenanigans and immediately i >Needed< to relisten to the Liszt performance, seeing it anew yet again, and then also dug up some soundtracks i made once upon a time when id been fooling around w the idea of expressing myself thru music -> fast forward again, im home now, n getting all giddy ab it, cheeks flushed n feeling alive, i tell u - im about to dust my piano n just smash at the keys for the till-now-abandoned fun of it, first time in forever. (It won't be good, but it'll be real, it'll be me.) I just. I feel the raw emotion in your fic and it made my heart pound while reading it. You >get it< jfc. (Also satosugu n others work So Well in ur story, so in character, u make it look so natural, as if jjk had always been ab music production and not a grimdark shounen). I only just finished the 4th chapter and im not caught up yet, but i couldnt have waited to tell u my thoughts so. There goes!! ((Also even months later im still deeply wounded by canon so i feel like im irrevocably dysregulated when it comes to engaging w satosugu haha, apologies if i come off strong. U just combined two passions of mine into one fic and im feeling So Fucking Grateful i wanna kiss u on the forehead and bless u for seven generations forward. Again - i havent yet finished what u've already dished out (bless ur soul for posting ur work holyhell) so ima come back when i have more unhinged thoughts as i read. Your writing is so On Point i can't contain myself (my heart is singing w joy because when i connect w the writing style i connect HARD. And lemme tell u, your style is both intense and light and professional and that's my fav combo, ima go n cry over my piano now bye. Until next time, ily sm) (also sorry about this longass ask, it was meant to be a oneliner but it got away from me bc.. Emotions, damn) -royce

Oh... Um...

Excuse me while I fucking cry over MY piano, what the actual fuck 😭 I think this is the biggest compliment I could possibly receive, you have NO FUCKING IDEA how happy it makes me to read that my fic inspired you to sit down at the piano again, holy shit???

cheeks flushed n feeling alive, i tell u - im about to dust my piano n just smash at the keys for the till-now-abandoned fun of it, first time in forever. (It won't be good, but it'll be real, it'll be me.)

I am sobbing and kicking my feet all at once at this image, I love you I love you I love you. Please tell me, how did it go?? Did you have fun? Did it feel good? God, I hope it did!!! 😭

I started writing this fic to heal some of my own hurt about leaving a career in music behind, so I'm writing this for people like you and me. You're my ideal reader and you couldn't POSSIBLY come off too strong. PLEASE come back with your unhinged thoughts, I will gladly scream with you about this — in fact, I'm desperate to do exactly that!

Royce, you're everything. Thank you so much for all your lovely words about my writing too, this soothes all of my doubts about deciding to post something so deeply self-indulgent all those months ago. This is for YOU 🫶

as if jjk had always been ab music production and not a grimdark shounen

Also, what do you mean? That's what it's about, isn't it? 👀

[percentstardust]

name: marissa but please call me rissa. i have also been called reese's russia and ridsa >:)

pronouns:     she/her/they/them

preference of communication:  discord i use im for those who don't have discord or for those who do not have my discord. i get distracted easily on here and pay more attention to discord.

most active muse:  YOU ASKING ME A MULTIMUSE THIS? i will name five of the muses that never leave my head space. rey skywalker. steve rogers. rebekah mikaelson. daenerys targaryen. diana prince. my most active muse depends on me and the month and who what fandom era i am in.

experience / how many years:  i have been rping on this site since 2011. i am am A VETERAN. i have been here so long. I WAS STILL IN HS WHEN I JOINED. my last year of hs but still. damn. started out in a transformers ( michael bayverse ) group and ended up in the tvd fandom in indie. started out with my oc nikia and then decided to write stefan. it was all over for me then.

platforms you use:  tumblr mostly though i will write on discord i am just even slower there lmfao

best experience: making friends and doing crack threads and posting shit posts

rp pet peeves: one of my biggest pet peeves is when i spend time talking to someone ooc, plotting with them, getting to know them, and even becoming friends with them AND THEN I AM SOFT BLOCKED / BLOCKED / GHOSTED with no explanation. WE OWE EACH OTHER BETTER COMMUNICATION AS PARTNERS. especially if i did something wrong. how am i going to know that? even if you don't wanna write with me anymore, i will understand. we will say our goodbyes and that's that. but, unfollowing me and dropping me like i meant nothing? nah. that's sick and twisted. i will block you so you can't make contact with me if you ever wanted to again. just because we are online does not mean we can't treat each other like we treat our friends irl. this annoys the hell out of me. you don't intend on at least communicating with me if you wanna cut contact, don't bother trying to get to know me. i have abandonment issues, bestie, don't add to them. another pet peeve is people not giving female muses the same attention and effort they give male muses. it's 2023. ENOUGH.

fluff,   angst,   or smut: fluff and angst. a good mix of both. i rarely smut so don't expect that a lot from me.

plots or memes: memes as ice breakers though i really prefer plotting with people. though, if you come to me first to interact with my muses, please have a muse of mine in mind you want to interact with and please also have a plot in mind. i will throw back muses and ideas myself if effort is made when i am approached first. i cannot stress this enough.

long or short replies:  can't do oneliners anymore honestly. my replies can go from one paragraph to two to sometimes four depending on my muse and mood for the thread / reply.

best time to write: my best time to write is when i feel like it or have the TIME.

are you like your muses:  i see myself in my ocs, especially ones i borrow things from myself for.

tagged by: @multistoty

tagging: @trihrid, @affcgato, @queenifice, @graunblida, @ofteaandmagic @ofblackskies @hopegained @dracharenae @purposetaken @kurtzbergsiblings @sah1x1s

[bronanlynch]

💭✨📝 ask meme!

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

this is hard bc I do so much canon compliant/"canon compliant" writing that any headcanons I have are just. headcanons abt the source material rather than my fic. like how I consider dimitri to be transfem in my femslash exchange fic but that's also a way I interpret canon so. I feel like it doesn't count, y'know?

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

not to be pedantic but is this meant to be complement or compliment lmao bc uh. those are two different questions. anyway: recursive (I love repetition for poetic effect, I love revisiting and reframing ideas, I love looping back around and nesting tangents within losing the flow of the main idea being expressed. it's like a fun little game to play while I'm writing. enrichment or whatever), balanced (Imo one of my main strengths is being able to have a good balance between the introspection, the dialogue, and the action, and between prose that gets the job done and prose that is meant to stick out. I know this is bold of me to say, as the #1 introspection fan, but I do actually pride myself on knowing when to break it up with something else, y'know? and also I think I tend to strike a pretty good balance between outright stating things and like. deliberately not stating things in a way that implies the meaning anyway), and wry (love a good deadpan oneliner! love a bit of humorous juxtaposition between what a character says and what a character thinks! possibly most of my work is not funny to people who aren't me and I don't often write straight-up comedies but I do think a lot of my writing has funny moments, in a wry understated sort of way)

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

hmmm so most of the writing things that I want to be able to do are like. too closely tied to things like "having more free time to write" which uh. in this economy?? other than that one of my most recent ~big goals was to get better at writing horror and obvi there is always room for improvement etc etc but I'm pretty happy w how much better at it I've gotten so it's not really that anymore. Idk this is Very connected to the whole "not having enough time thing" but I would love to do more stuff that has a plot I would love to not have to always put aside my more plot-heavy ideas bc I know I cannot dedicate enough time to them without dropping literally everything else

[ritothebookworm]

Undertale au are so intriguing for me, especially when you start looking at what makes an au work. there are so many au that have different quirks and ways they work but personally there is three Au that I adore.

Idustshane, La Jupo vania (don't know if that counts at all but hear me out) and TS!Underswap.

Let's start of with the funny, La jupo vania is what if you take shitpost of an au and then make it into a extremely deep and complex story about what makes you human and what makes you be in the right.

TS!Underswap is what happened when you take an underswap au and do it right, So much personality, So much emotion it's just so good.

Idustshane is just what dustale was meant to be. No edgy sans, No oneliners, No "You Made me do this!", No "I am you and you are me" type of anything. It's just a fucking monster doing there job to kill you. By any fucking means. The attacks are hard? They don't make sense? Yeah that's the point. He wants you dead.

So yeah. Play those fangames/au you will like them do, make sure to start of with La jupo vania it's not that hard of a fight and not that long.

[fitztrevelyan]

❛ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ❜ (whatever verse you prefer)

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈||accepting!

The calm before the storm in Kaer Morhen consisted of a very unlikely alliance between witchers, sorceresses, Temerian rebels, and Aen Elle.

The formerly queen of Tir Nà Lia had more reasons than anyone to want to take revenge on her husband's murderers, and she had enough power and knowledge as to prove a valuable asset, better yet, not one that they could have turned down easily anyway.

Unfortunately, she was also a wild card. Vesimir asked Mistral to keep an eye on her while Avallac'h recovered, just in case the witch decided to hasten the day of reckoning.

And while the Rivaini made sure that the elven mage didn't get killed in his sleep, Mistral was also very curious about Kly. As a matter of fact, she had grown to carefully admire her: 'the queen who became a whore'. For a highborn privileged, she had proven extremely resilient and adaptable. Although, wasn't all nobility a cesspool of depravity and corruption?

In addition to that, Blackthorn flashed Solas' face into Mistral's mind as a warning. Never trust a powerful and enraged elf. Fair enough, she thought.

"You can't speak of assholery as a whole category," she began with a light-hearted tone, "there are assholes and assholes. In Eredin's case? I'm with you, he is a next-level asshole but of the kind for which I do have a cure. A rather permanent one, I might add. Not easily viable I’ll admit, still..."

She took a seat next to the unconscious elf, uncorking with her teeth a bottle of... whatever that was and spitting the cork to the side.

"As for our companions...well, there is Roche... meh..." she shrugged, "his tongue is sharper than his mind. He wouldn't tell apart a plot from ice cream, yet he would throw himself into it without a second thought if he believed it just for 'Temeria's freedom!'" she said lowering her voice mockingly, " Poor sod, he reminds me of a dog who's lost his master..." her eyes swept the great hall of the keep spotting a pile of potato peels that awaited to be turned into the swill that she was gulping.

"...Of course... Lambert." she whispered shaking her head with a small smile, "...Yeah. He is an asshole. And it's lovely. But!" she pressed on as she got up from the chair handing the bottle to the woman "if you were speaking of Avallac'h... I'd say that 'asshole' is a bit of an understatement..." she said waiting for her to bite. Maybe the bait was too obvious so she strayed slightly to muddle her intentions.

"Oh...Oh! I see! You were talking about me... well, that's rude!"

[withsorrowandregret-archive]

@guiltscorched​​  dazai vc :     all of the above, in random order

𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒  ,    instead lingering on ink black letters dancing upon ivory pages  .    work demanded his utmost attention  ,    a notion breezily waved off by his partner  ,    who seemed intent on distracting the ginger to the best of his capabilities  .    a nudging punch to the shoulder only earned the demon prodigy a scoff  ,     laced with displeasure  .     difficulties arose when the ginger was poured one of his favorite red wines    (    a  ❛ romane sixty - four   ,    a beautiful unification between velvet    &.    satin    )    ,    the taste of superb breadth of spice  ,    earth  ,    leather    &.    smoky game nuances leading to still vibrant and youthful  ,    ripe flavours that possess intricate complexity    ━━        he just couldn’t resist  .     disruption of focus  ,    however  ,    was not achieved so easily  .    only when fingertips caressed sensitive skin in places no other soul dared to venture    &.    lips stole his breath away in a fervent kiss  ,    defiant gaze met with a smile passing for triumph  .    gloved digits twirled in chestnut locks  ,     playing idly with its gentle curve  ,    relishing the proximity despite external disdain  ;       paperwork long forgotten  .    ❝    tch  ,    persistent  ,    aren’t we  ?   what do ya want  ?    ❞

[absolute-barbarism]

truth serums are...kind of a whumpy trope amiright

Like that look of confusion and anxiety all over the victim’s face because they can’t stop talking and they don’t know why. And if their secret(s) get out, they’re going to be in huge trouble but they just. can’t. shut. up.

And the antagonist asks them, maybe with a sadistic grin,

“Are you scared?”

The victim physically struggles before they respond breathlessly,

“...Yes.”