#anyway hate my brain. hate it! haaaaate it!

[six-of-ravens]

okay I'm tentatively back and have come around to the annoying realization that my snappiness over the past few days was my brain's last defence against an anxiety attack from a combo of work stress + something that happened last week that upset me deeply but I won't post about.

GOOD TIMES.

anyway this is going to be a Self Care weekend. gonna clean the apartment tomorrow (prime self care activity in my books), roast a chicken with some tarragon, veggies, and hopefully fennel if the grocery store has it (it's hit or miss sometimes), and read a lot. maybe go for a walk in the park if it stops raining (this park is mainly dirt paths and therefore is not very fun in the rain).

also, the herbs and greens I planted last weekend have started coming up and I'm SO excited!! mom really wants me to bring her some lettuce and kale if I can grow any (neither of us have consistent luck with it) so I hope it does good.

[thestobingirlie]

re: that compromise ask (diff anon but heyyy right there with u) i was literally JUST thinking abt smth similar, about how esp in future/reunion fics, it’s always steve crawling on his knees for forgiveness for how he used to be, and eddie like. heaving a big sigh and “going back on his principles” or whatever to forgive steve. and steve like having to prove he’s better now or whatever which like. fine sure yeah steve was a high school bully. he threw slurs around and he definitely objectified women (although come on it’s high school social strata everyone was objectifying everyone, ain’t none of those babies had enough brain cells yet to see other people as people, that’s just being fucking 16) and he was a bitch, not arguing there.

but like 1) he was fully a child, he was literally a teenager, mike is an asshole too and no one is arguing he can’t possibly grow up or be redeemed, or that he needs to repent to earn love? like it’s one thing in canon era fics where they’re all still growing up, but i haaaaate in future fics when steve is a whole grown ass adult man still expected to grovel for the sins of being 17,

and 2) canonically eddie is the judgmental one??? i mean steve literally apologized and made amends on screen but if that’s not enough look at just purely going off the way the kids interact with them! they’re completely comfortable with steve. yeah he rolls his eyes and huffs and complains about their “nerd shit” but he still drives them to dnd nights! he still does that lame ass handshake with dustin! he still listens to all the stuff they ramble about, and you know he does it every time even when we don’t see it on screen, because they’re totally comfortable doing it! no doubt, no question steve will listen and support them, even when he doesn’t understand. dustin comes to scoops knowing without a doubt that steve will drop everything to listen to him talk about camp, and be excited about it! steve doesn’t give a shit about science camp, but dustin does, and that’s enough for him! yeah dustin is excited to talk about suzie, because girls are common ground with steve, but steve doesn’t know he met suzie when he takes his break, he just wants to hear about how dustin’s nerd stuff was going! he doesn’t have to understand or relate, he just wants them to do the stuff that makes them happy, and they know that. they trust him to listen even if he doesn’t get it

but the way mike and dustin were so nervous to ask eddie to postpone hellfire, even after months of knowing him, shows that they don’t trust him to let them have interests outside of his understanding. and they shouldn’t! he’s proven that he veered so hard into “nonconformity” he just reinforced the same social boundaries he claims to hate. everything with eddie is “us v them,” and like! i get it! i think it’s a complicated dichotomy and makes for an interesting character! i’m an eddie stan first and a person second ok listen i love the man. but if anyone needs to beg on their knees for forgiveness for being a dick in high school, it’s the guy who ruined BOTH of lucas’ favorite activities in one fell swoop by projecting his own insecurities and fake social rivalry onto a literal child. (i’m still so mad he managed to force lucas to miss the campaign finale he’d worked so hard for AND made sure that none of his friends or family were there to watch him play basketball all at once i’m never over it. i’m frothing at the mouth. apologize to lucas or meet my blade)

but there’s this trend where people are like “oh man eddie’s such a good person for looking past king steve and loving steve anyway! he’s rehabbing the jock! he’s fixing him!” fuck you. fix your damn self. the duffers’ childish ass hatred of “non nerds” is sooooo pervasive in this fandom it’s so gross.

oh my god, this is just beautiful. i literally couldn’t put it any better.

i wish we had gotten to see eddie repent for what he did to lucas, because honestly, i still hold it against him.

what’s especially funny to me about it is that steve’s sins (in s4) were over two years ago, eddie’s were last week lmao. like, one of them needs to go around apologising and it’s not steve.

but yeah! the kids have an ease around steve that they don’t around eddie. classic example: all the kids go to steve in s3, not even pretending to be polite or actually ask, and just pound on the bell until he comes to let them through the back of scoops to watch a movie. they don’t worry about his reaction. steve could literally get fired doing this, but they know he’s going to do it, and feel so comfortable that he won’t have a bad reaction, that there isn’t any hesitation.

when asking eddie to postpone a game, mike and dustin are shaking in their little boots. they’re flinching and looking away, and trying not to actually ask. those aren’t kids in the presence of someone comforting!! this isn’t a guy they would think deserves steve begging on his knees. if eddie was being a prick about steve’s past for no reason other than to hold some moral superiority over him, the kids would get pissed off.

if anyone is getting rehabilitated in their relationship, it’s eddie, not steve!! because being a jock isn’t inherently bad, and being a nerd isn’t inherently good, no matter what the duffers may be trying to tell you.

[softpine]

This might be juvenile, but do you have any tips on not comparing yourself to others? (Especially when it comes to note count or popularity.) I’ve been posting a story for over a year and it hardly gets any traction. It’s tough for me to see new creators post and get hundreds or even thousands of notes. I hate that I’m doing this but don’t know how to quit it!

this is not juvenile!! i struggle with this myself, especially knowing that i hit my peak years ago and i've been on the decline ever since – but only by numbers alone! i'm more proud of my story than i've ever been, i'm more attached to my characters, i'm putting more love and thought into everything, but i had to be realistic with myself and understand that i'll never pull even half the notes i did in 2020. gone are the days when i would wake up to 3 new anons about my story and dms from people every day (i can't believe i used to get overwhelmed by it...) and i would be lying if i said it didn't make me sad sometimes, because we're humans and our brains are practically wired to crave the hit of happy chemicals you get from seeing the stupid number go up 😭 it does feel demotivating. it makes me feel less urgency to post quicker if i convince myself that no one is waiting for me anyway, which means i post less, which means even less people stick around, which makes me post less, and on and on. it's a tough thing for me to come to terms with in all honesty.

but it helps to remember that i would be writing even if no one is reading. and i know that, because i have! i've written entire novel-length fics that i've never published, i've written countless short stories in the frozen pines universe that i'll never post, i've created alternate universes that will never be shown, etc. i do it because the idea is in my head and it needs to Get Out and i'm kinda just a conduit for that. that might not apply to you, and that's okay! everyone is different. the important thing is to really sit down and think about WHY you write and what you get out of it. which part of the process makes you happiest? what makes you feel a sense of fulfillment / satisfaction? play to your strengths. try not to spend your time doing things you think other people will enjoy and instead, spend more time on the things that make you happy. for me, i haaaaate editing and i always have, so lately i've been trying to speed through it a little bit quicker even if it means the final product won't be as appealing to others. (this is still a work in progress for me...) i have more fun when i experiment with different writing styles, which might not appeal to others because it takes longer and i don't really have a recognizable style, but i don't care anymore because i'm having fun! ask yourself what YOU want from your story, and then write for yourself and only yourself.

essentially what i'm saying is: there will ALWAYS be people more popular than you, and there's no guarantee that when you find the popularity you seek, you'll be able to keep it. so you need to find some sort of intrinsic motivation to continue or you'll just keep comparing yourself to others forever and you'll deny yourself the joy of creation! "comparison is the thief of joy" could not be more true!!

[intern-seraph]

Aough I've got Malleyuu on the brain again (shocker) and I desperately want to brainrot about a new fic idea but it just ain't coming 😔 You're kind of like, the only Malleyuu author I know (there's def more but my memory is shit agjdhdjdhd) and am brave enough to talk to so:

Thoughts on an Enemies to Lovers Malleyuu fic/au? Any ideas on how it could go? I've been desperately wracking my brain for any fun ideas bcs it sounds like it could be really fun to think abt but it just ain't comin 😔

Every time I try to imagine it though, it has a sort of superhero/supervillain setting so that's something I guess???

Sorry for hopping into ur ask box again. Malleyuu is making me feel not normal to the point of being uncharacteristically social agsjhsjdbdj

-Matcha (twstjam)

do not apologize i very much so enjoy seeing asks!!!!

first thoughts: in an au that follows the canon setting and general plot, i can see it happening in a malleo kinda way if that makes sense? malleus is the kinda guy who immediately jumps to "i should just incinerate them :)" as an immediate solution to people who irritate him enough lol (remember twisted halloween when he was like "LILIA LET ME GO I NEED TO BURN THEM RIGHT NOW"? top ten malleus moments.)

anyways my point here is i can see it as an academic rivals kinda enemies to lovers where yuu carries the brunt of the negative vibes — at least, if this is still a scenario where mal is One Of The Top Five Mages In The World levels of powerful as he is in canon and yuu is still some kind of Relatively Powerless Person. yuu might be trying to compensate for their lack of magical ability by getting the best damn grades possible, and they feel threatened by malleus being... malleus. like, "how come YOU were born with so much magic but I'M incapable of even riding a broom? bitch." and mal has this bad habit of coming off as really smug and condescending even if he's not, so you've got this great clash between someone who's determined to hate the other person who keeps unintentionally feeding into that hate. ofc, he does find their attitude to be pretty annoying sometimes, but mainly he thinks it's rather funny and charming that they've got the guts to be so openly hostile. and they are soooo mad that he isn't taking their declaration of academic war as seriously as they are! who does he think he is?! perhaps in their quest to make him view them as a serious threat, they start spending more time with him, trying to figure out how to get under his skin, and slowly... he starts to grow on them. and he starts taking them more seriously, just not in such a hostile manner.

i could also see it with yuu being the prince/ss/x of another kingdom and they just do not vibe with malleus at first and the feelings? they are sooo mutual. but they have to interact cordially in order to not, like, pit BV and yuu's kingdom against each other. no matter how much malleus can get away with, he definitely would not be able to scrape past a scandal like "crown prince of briar valley murders heir of neighboring kingdom in a fit of rage!" and also his grandma would kick his ass for it probably. bc of their stations, they have to interact relatively regularly, and they are CONSTANTLY butting heads. it's all very artfully hidden behind backhanded compliments and flowery language but they haaaaate each other. but eventually it starts going from "I Hate You" to "I Hate Your Stupid Hot Face" to "I Hate How Much I Wanna Kiss You Right Now" and neither of them wanna admit it bc malleus is prideful and stubborn and yuu is also very stubborn. cue shenanigans.

i'm not super into superhero/villain aus (i just don't think abt them that often lol) but i can totally see that also working! it's just not my thing so i can't think of many ideas for it

[abyssmalice]

(not a single day goes by where my brain doesn't go "oh i can make tonitoni even More Depresso!!!!!!!" and today is no different

so here i am debating a fun new hc where tiny tonitoni has, in the irminsul side of her, a copy of her big brother's memories as witnessed by the leylines - due to leyline decomposition rules, she only has bits and pieces, some experiences that the leylines absorbed and some feelings leftover when his soul was eroded over.

to her, it's a lot like trying to remember a dream seen in third-person, very fleeting and nonsensical. the feelings are equally weird - they definitely don't feel like hers, but she feels them all the same. she doesn't like having her brother's feelings more than the memories bc at least the memories are 3rd-person pov; the feelings are the genuine thing, and she haaaaates that bc that means there's no lie in whatever he felt

which means his ambitious desires and naive hopes that eventually led to his death are real. the love and fierce wish to protect her even as he died are real.

toni would have rather preferred he harbored even a smudge of hate or disdain for her than any of that.

BUT ANYWAY THIS IS ALL UNDER DEBATE BC TONITONI IS ALREADY SO DEPRESSO BY MY OWN HAND I SHOULD TONE DOWN THE DEPRESSO FOR HER...........)

[luckyqueenreign]

I’m back again, I just wanted to complain real quick about Dana. I don’t think I caught it my first play through or I didn’t care because I wasn’t on the Suresh route yet but her raggedy ass definitely said that she knew the answer to one of the challenges wasn’t him but she wanted to snog him anyway after I told her in the previous challenge that I didn’t like that shit. What kind of shitty ass friend is that?? I wish I could go off on her. I really do because at least Kat is an out and out bitch and doesn’t claim to be my friend. These people are the WORST. Eddie is so trash, he’s always given me creep vibes and I don’t see why people like him. Alfie was cool until he wasn’t, to the point where in my replay I went as far as I could EVERY. SINGLE. TIME with Suresh. Kat goes on and on about Finn but his ass is a player too, he may not be a cheater now but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. I haaaaate Arlo so much. When I wasn’t on the Suresh route she was nagging me the whole time acting like I wanted him so when I replayed I COULDN’T WAIT to throw in her face that I kissed Suresh when the drama kicked off. I’m gonna give Gabi hell at every turn. She came in the villa on some bullshit and is so antagonistic that I really can’t deal. I hate that options aren’t as harsh as I’d like them to be lol. It’s clear that she feels something for Suresh still and she wants something from him. The Casa boys are a complete let down and honestly I’m gonna stick just so I can HOPE to be sent home. I was RAGING when Suresh came out HOLDING ANOTHER GIRLS HAND! This game has ruled my brain since Wednesday. Good lord.

I love your rants bestie please don't stop !! the dana thing always pissed me off because I always told her from the start I wanted to get back with him and I always told her I didnt want her getting to know Suresh. And then her WEAK ASS EXPLANATION FOR KISSING HIM!?!?!?! you want to see if you connect because he admitted to cheating and your ex never did?? Bitch what??? GET OUT OF HERE. I literally might go back and play just to pick every option to hurt dana's feelings, I truly hate her lolol. bc ur right Kats a bitch but she never pretends to be anything but that and I can respect that.

arlo to me is justifiably annoying... like shes nagging me about trying to take her man...which fair, because I am. 💀💀 Gabi came in guns blazing!!! she came in like she was the main girlfriend and not the side chick! the audacity!!! but I LOVED when he saw her and he said Gabi what...what are...WHY? as if to say WHY TF ARE U HERE!?!

dont worry about him holding Granny lulu's hand!! she needs the support in her old age.

Also yes suresh is hands down the hottest pixel this season 🥵🥵🥵

[bruhstories]

Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

[gra-sonas]

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @jumbled-nonsense, @insidious-intent, @auselysium and  @signoraviolettavalery to share the last line I wrote. (Thanks for tagging me ♥)

I’m currently suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. I haven’t written anything in over two weeks, and I HAAAAATE it. I hate that I have at least two almost finished WiPs that I just can’t finish atm. Wtf, brain, get your act together, this is so annoying. I hope that I can somehow get back into writing during my summer holidays (just two more weeks until I have two weeks off \0/).

Anyway, this is from one of the almost finished WiPs:

“The one where the soldier and the alien are madly in love with each other and figure out a way to be together.”

Since everyone seems to have posted this one already (I’m super late, sorry) I’m not gonna tag anyone. (Please feel tagged in case you haven’t posted yet tho!)

[ageekyreader]

Tag Game

Rules: tag 5 or more other writers. If you aren’t tagged, feel free to use these questions anyway and consider yourself tagged!

I was tagged by @the-gay-hufflepuff - thanks :D

1. Short stories, novels, or poems?

All of the above! I'm focusing on short stories right now, but I have a couple of poems brewing in the back of my mind, and some things brewing back there about the current novel I have on deck.

2. What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, Scifi, YA, and Murder Mysteries. I'm a wee bit all over the place XD Within those categories I've been reading a lot of Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and just YA stories. Things that are fast and easy to read so I can handle them when I'm low on brains.

3. What genre do you prefer writing?

I've done the most writing in Fantasy, but I'm dabbling with some paranormal romance, and I've been doing random fanfiction lately as well.

4. Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

Write as I go - but I also have a compulsive need to organize. There are lists and organized sublists. I keep track of my writing time. Annnd if it's a longer story than at some point I make an outline. It usually happens after the fact or gets added to bit by bit as I write it lol

5. What music do you listen to while writing?

Anything and everything. Ok, that's not quite true. I tend to listen to music I know well when I'm writing because then it energizes me and doesn't disrupt the process too much. If I'm in the editing phase or otherwise working on fiddly bits I will go for something without lyrics.

6. Fave books/movies?

I haaaaate this question. There are too many things I love! Here's a short list of books: - All things Neil Gaiman - The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater - Harry Potter - Patricia Briggs, Kim Harrison, and Tamora Pierce - Terry Pratchett

Movies are a little bit easier. Fav movies: Guardians of the Galaxy, Deadpool, Black Panther, Kingsmen: The Secret Service (but NoT the Golden Circle), and 10 Things I Hate About You

7. Any current WIPs?

Hah! Hahaha. Hahahahaha. Haaaah. -starts crying- Don't look at me, I have an embaressingly long list of WIP's.

8. If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Jeans, black tank top, long braided hair, barefoot or combat boots, three earrings in one ear and four in the other, wolf pendant necklace, and a ring on each hand.

9. Create a character description for yourself:

Geek girl who loves books, movies, tv, writing, gaming, art, and ... just generally gets excited about a lot of things. Lives off of coffee and chocolate. Does not sit still well. Has approximately all the health problems. Loves to talk but also has health problems that frequently make it difficult to talk. Most people think she's a cinnamon roll but she's also a Stubborn Bitch who will take down anyone who hurts the people she loves.

10. Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Not into my books - but I am having fun writing some stories killing of my brother and my best friend.

11. Are you kill-happy with characters?

No, but I do seem to be getting more comfortable with the concept.

12. Dream job?

Published author and eccentric person.

13. Coffee or tea while writing?

Coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Give me my coffee!!

14. Slow or fast writer?

Depends on the day. A mix. I tend to write fast and revise/edit slow.

15. Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Anywhere and everywhere. The random corners of my warped brain. All over the place. Did I mention everywhere?

16. If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

An elf! Not one of the highbrow mysterious ones. Well, I might be confusing, but not mysterious. I'd be out roaming the forest, getting into trouble, and talking to the squirrels.

17. Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche?

Fave: Two people having to pretend they are in a relationship and actually falling for each other. 

Least fave: Love triangles where the heroine doesn't get to make her own choice. The hero not getting to make a choice is also awful. As are abusive relationships that are shown as "healthy." And for all the is good and bright don't just TELL me they are in love, make me believe it! Oh, and vampires don't sparkle. I think I'm done. Maybe.

18. Fave places to write:

Either in my room or at a coffee shop. Not that I ever actually get to coffee shops to write anymore lol I also seem to write in weird places like in the car or a doctor's waiting room.

19. Fave scenes to write?

Things that make me giggle with glee.

20. Most productive time of day for writing?

I do best if I at least start early in my day. It might just be making some fast notes, but if I wait too long to check in with my writing then I tend to not visit it at all that day.

21. Reason for writing:

It's fun, and I tend to feel more settled within myself when I write consistently.

I have no idea who has done this so if you want to do it - consider yourself tagged ;)