#astrowriting

[astrok1dz]

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[astro-x-aroha]

Woah

You can't help but to laugh as you walk into the dorm, seeing all six of the boys as they practice hitting the woah.

[aghostlybao]

title: the color yellow ( for the @jatpbigbang​ event )

word count: 17069

rating: teen and up audiences

warnings: swearing, implied/referenced underage drinking, major character injury, blood and injury, car accidents, Hospitalization, implied attempted murder, memory loss, mentions of coma

summary: (loosely based on the movie just like heaven, knowledge of the movie is unnecessary)

there were several things willie was more than happy, albeit reluctant, to give up if it meant keeping his younger sister, kayla, out of hgc’s shady business. but justice was never easy when your opponent could pay their way out of imprisonment. so with the help of his childhood best friend, bobby, they came up with a plan; except they failed to consider how far caleb covington would go to protect his business.

would like to thank @hey-there-juliet​ for creating a beautiful set of gifs for this fic 1 + 2 ,and to @stfu-lola​ for taking the role of cheerleader ( those ducks was everything! ) + to both of you being amazing betas. wouldn’t have survived this event if not for your encouragement and motivation ( + reminders lmfao to get my fic done ). thank you so much for being patient with me! ps: the chibi art is the reason i asked which jatp character you relate to the most :D

[venusinthe10th]

Saturn in Capricorn

I’m here, I’m HOME. Time to get serious. The orbit around the sun and universe will continue to move with or without you. You’ve got one life.. what’s your play? I’m telling you right now that over indulging and not being practical will have consequence. So see me. My restriction. I will use the belts that surround me to whip you into shape. You may not like it but it’s for the best. Don’t forget your goals, don’t forget your future self and the future of the world. Don’t ignore what’s around you day to day. Get down to business and make it happen. Cry about it all you want but as long as you DO IT, the lasting results will be fine. Brace yourself for a grounding shift: REALITY.

[greenbriar-j]

The legendary shark onesie kiss scene 🥰 not that that takes place with a sunset background but it looks nice doesn’t it

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[emaginations]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged in this by @astrowriting a few days ago but didn’t want to do it then cause I felt like the bit I last wrote wasn’t great in context. 

Also, the thing I wrote I felt was in better without context than the other bit I wrote days ago, just before the bit I wrote just now. It’s this dream my MC Lily is in that I think might describe her mindset throughout the story or in this bit? It’s a nightmare I guess. It’s a very rough bit since I'm still kind of new to writing, but eh. Writing is experience is learning.

“It was to be a personal sanctuary for none other than her. It was to be a breath of safety and protection before jumping back in the battle, but however, there seemed to be no more surface or even light in her vision. There was darkness all around, as if she fell in a void. What was supposed to be protection gave way to mystery, confusion, fear.”

This project is what I want to be a cartoon so writing it book style might not be the best idea but whatever lol

[astroboxe]

hi my name’s ashton i’m gonna finally start posting art this blog is 300 years old and not one post! my writing blog is @astrowriting so that’s where you can find the stories of oc’s and such i draw! 

[astro-x-aroha]

Smiles

Bin smiles at you so sweetly, you can't help the cavity that forms in your heart as he walks away from you for the last time.

[aghostlybao]

🏳️‍🌈 boggie

anon, thank you so much for responding to my post!! i give you bobby's first ever pride, boggie style!

multicolored steps to bravery

warnings: none. however, if you do find anything you think are triggering then pls send me a msg and tag the reblogs accordingly. thank you!

 navigating through one’s gender/sexuality is confusing and overwhelming, especially when you’re at an age where society expects you to have an established sense of self. it is absolutely okay to remain uncertain of what label, if any, suits you best. and it is also okay to change the label you’ve chosen to identify yourself as somewhere down the line or to forgo labels altogether. 

or bobby watches his friends grow && celebrate their gender/sexuality with pride while he ends up even more confused && thinks that he's running out of time to figure out where he belongs.

writing below the cut. excuse my grammar, english is difficult af but i hope you enjoy it

                           

multicolored steps to bravery

There were times Bobby felt like an outsider, an audience witnessing the growth of his friends rather than growing with them. While Alex found out about his sexuality at 12, Luke following right after, and Reggie two years later, but Bobby at 18, still didn’t know where he belonged in the gender and sexuality spectrum. And every year, as his friends went through heartbreaks, his own experience never went past an awkward peck on the lips during a spin-the-bottle game when he was 13. While they grew confident and proud, showcasing their gender and sexuality, and becoming supportive figures to the younger students at their high school since sophomore year; Bobby reeled back and firmly smiled as others labeled him as the token straight friend of the group.

But at 23, Bobby finally found the courage to join his friends at the annual pride festivities, while still being 100% unsure of his identity. Bobby lounged on the living room sofa, feet nonchalantly propped up on the coffee table, and munched on sliced green apples dipped in sriracha sauce as they put the finishing touches to their outfits.

Reggie stole the fruit out of his hand, “you okay?”

“Yeah, Reg.” He happily fed the bassist another slice, “just sleepy.” Bobby was grateful that Reggie remained quiet about the obvious lie that came out of his mouth.

Reggie did a 360-degree turn on the spot and wiggled his fingers when he came to a stop. “What do you think? Willie painted the back panel,” he turned away and showcased the very artwork he was talking about, a bass guitar in the colors of the bisexual flag. “Julie added the studs!”

His own outfit, dull and monotone, wasn’t even worth comparing against their elaborate looks.

Bobby tried, really tried not to entertain him not belonging, or that it affected him every time a stranger screamed in delight, gave them high fives, and with some going as far as giving hugs because of the colors that adorned their bodies. But it was difficult not to when they were bouncing with so much excitement that it made his head spin. Reggie’s presence didn’t even register until his hand received a comforting squeeze. “You okay, Bee?”

When had he stopped walking? Bobby mechanically smiled, forcibly making the outer corner of his eyes crinkle. “yeah dude, just got lost in my thoughts. We should catch up with them.” Neither of them moved from the spot.

Right before them were rows of pride flags varying in sizes and colors to represent the entire LGBTQIA+ community. The growing crowd turned into a blur of multicolored identities, from Alex and his partner, Willie in their rainbow splattered dungarees with the demisexual flag painted on one of Willie’s pant leg to Luke’s arms covered in swirls of pink, yellow, and cyan. And Reg, Reggie’s leather jacket customized with magenta, lavender, and royal blue studs, and the hand-painted bass guitar in the same colors was a stark contrast to his full black outfit.

“Reg?” Bobby still didn’t have the answer to the question he’s been asking himself since Alex came out to them at 12, “I don’t think I’m straight... or gay, or bi, or pan…” He continued when Reggie took hold of both his hands, a silent encouragement to keep going. “Actually, I have no clue what to identify as, not the way all of you do. I-I thought I was asexual but then I found out about its sub-identities, then people started referring to me as the token straight.”

Bobby rolled his shoulders back, lifting his head to return Reggie’s gaze. “I was hoping I’d have it all figured out by now but I’m thinking that it may never happen.” He briefly searched for any sign that he should stop talking but Reggie met uncertainty with a soft smile. “I like you.” He dropped to a squat, groaning in frustration. Talk about finesse. He swore under his breath, “I had this entire confession planned out, and I fu-And you’re laughing at me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ve never heard you speak for long or look so scared. Remember that rottweiler living across the school and Luke dared me to go pet it?”

“Yeah, you cried and fainted.”

“Exactly!”

“I don’t get it…”

“That’s how I feel towards you!”

“You’re... scared of me?”

Reggie crouched down in front of him, beaming, “yeah! Wait. No! I was in the beginning, you were super cool and I told the guys that it was unfair how you owned the ‘haven’t slept but still hot’ look while I looked like a turtle every morning!” Halfway through his ramblings, the two of them had changed their position and comfortably sat crossed-legged in the middle of the street. Bobby was far too entranced to care about the looks of annoyance being thrown at them.

“My point is,” he pursed his lips, “I like you too, Bobby.” To prevent Bobby from countering, Reggie pushed his cheeks together, making him look like an inverted version of a pufferfish.

“And before you ask, it’s good enough for me. We don’t even have to put a label on it!”

“I don’t know... being called your boyfriend sounds nice.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, Reg.”

“Okay, boyfriend.”

“Ew.” Bobby quickly stood up, cackling as Reggie chased him through the multicolored crowd.

[moonstrology]

[greenbriar-j]

Wip Intro: Between Gods & Men

genre: NA, i think. a mashup of superheroes and mythology

status: drafting

pov: 1st person present, two perspectives

inspos aka vibes i tried to emulate: The Raven Cycle, Akatsuki no Yona, Bungou Stray Dogs, Legend, Horimiya, various romcom K-dramas and mangas

summary:

Emerson Cao has sworn to never love again; in a cycle of instant reincarnations, putting so much into something that’s only going to end seems stupid. She’s watched her lover die once and never wants to live with that feeling again. So she won’t love. She will do her best to leave the world better in whatever way she can, as long as it doesn’t involve falling in love. Beating demons and acing college exams on the same day? Any time. Perform miracles on an empty stomach and almost faint because of it? Sure.

A date? Say that word, and you’ll never see her again.

Enter Finley Schultz.

She didn’t mean to love him. He was just some guy in her class who never had a pencil. But he’s attractive, and he’s kind, and his family is dipping their hands into the exact other-worldly drama she’s trying to prevent. 

characters | worldbuilding posts | excerpts

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[emaginations]

21 Q Tag

I was tagged by @astrowriting to do the 21 tag! I won’t tag anybody because I don’t know that many people on here, but it looked like fun!

Nickname: Em, I generally go by Em online like everywhere

Zodiac: Cancer moon and sun 

Height: 5′ 1″. I am very small, I have no money, so you can imagine the amount of stress I am under.

Last movie I saw: All the way was Into The Spiderverse but rn Star Wars Return of the Jedi is playing on my tv

Favorite musician: Imagine Dragons, AJR, and the soundtrack of Steven Universe tbh

Last thing I googled: Through The Year With The Poets. It’s a book I saw that looked old so I wanted to know the price. It was 29$

Song stuck in my head: For some reason, there is a mix of meme songs in my head, but right now there’s nothing? I’m putting Change Your Mind though.

Other blogs: haha this is my only and first blog. I'm a tumblr baby

Following: 27. It’s one less than the amount of followers h ---EDIT: i gained a follower while writing---

Do I get asks: nah. im not that big yet for asks

What I’m wearing: pajamas that dont match and music note socks

Lucky number: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 8 or 7

Amount of sleep: some days i get 7-8 others i get 10 and it depends on the day of the week

Favorite food: 2 YEARS AGO ID SAY PIZZA BUT RIGHT NOW I CANT DECIDE. MAYBE POT PIE

Dream trip: honestly i really want to go to France but i dont know if i can ever achieve that. 

Dream job: i keep changing it but rn i really want to create my own cartoon or show so Executive Producer?

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Cuddly stuffed animals, scented lotion, fairy lights hanging over your bed, old books, flowers, calm waves against the beach

Random fact: I dyed my hair blue for the 3rd time just last Sunday!! My hair is also really long

Languages: English. Also EXTREMELY SMALL amounts of Greek and Spanish.

[aghostlybao]

caffeine and gasoline suddenly makes sense. lyrics? popping into my head or me losing it? who cares. eh here it is anyway

there’s an unsteady

pulsating beat in my heart

caused by caffeine doses

enough to rival tanks of gasoline

steadily, effortlessly

shot it right up into my bloodstream

so i can chase this unattainable dream

a future of you and me

livin’ life successfully

[greenbriar-j]

it’s angst time in the club <3

I smile when I see Finley coming back to me. Even in as bleak a place as the hospital, something about the way his curls bounce with each step brings a small comfort to me. He’s still wearing that highly attractive black button down, though he’s buttoned up to the neck now. For a moment, I allow myself to fangirl over this fine specimen of a man.

“Babe-“ The smile falls off my face when I see the absence of his. I know he was talking to Julian. I know Julian is not always a pleasant person to talk to.

His large frame eclipses me, both arms thrown over my shoulders. With his full weight on me, I stumble. “I’m holding a soda! What’s up with you?”

A low, husky voice breezes into me. “Can I kiss you?” The syllables come out too tight, too choked.

“What’s wrong?”

I feel more than see him shake his head.

One hand tugs at the ends of my hair, the other tucking a strand behind my ear. The wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens as he looks at me. Then he leans in. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

His kiss feels like fire. Like the lightning in his veins. It’s terrifying, it’s exhilarating, it’s a foreign language I still haven’t mastered. It’s not the kind of kiss I expect to receive in a hospital waiting room, but I let it happen, Finley pushing into me with almost bruising force.

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[greenbriar-j]

Finley’s “oh.” moment

“Garbage?” I ask as blandly as possible.

My girlfriend fidgets, worming away from me to prance back into my room. “Everyone throws me away. Something like that.”

Something in me crackles, and I have to look at my hands just to be sure I’m not about to start an issue I can’t solve. “So whose ass do I need to kick?”

She snorts. “If I tell you that, you’re the one whose ass is getting kicked. Look, it’s fine. I’m used to it by now. You’re the only one who’s never allowed- never... allow- You know what? Never mind.”

My eyebrows furrow so deeply, my glasses slide down my nose. It’s not something you’re supposed to get used to, I think. Do people really have someone like Emerson in their lives without realizing how blessed they are?

“Okay. What do you want to do now?”

“Homework. But I left everything in my dorm.” Sighing again, she picks up her phone.

“You did homework while I napped. Let’s do something fun.”

Waving a hand in the air, she says, “I guess I’ll get Akira to bring it and meet us somewhere. She works late tonight though, so I’ll have a late night. I mean. We can totally get dinner.” Emerson pauses then. “Do you have family dinners? Or can I kidnap you and skedaddle?”

In my room, Emerson stands out boldly. Against all the bland variants of beige, Emerson’s long black hair and brown skin and the large maroon sweatshirt she’s stolen makes it clear to me once again that she and I belong in wildly different worlds. Between the two, the world that sparkles more brilliantly is hers, not mine. 

Forget mansions and riches and research and reputations. It physically hurts how much I simply want to be next to her - whatever the world of reincarnated beings looks like. Where she seems to glimmer, especially in her anger. Where I can watch her expressions subtly shift. Where she constantly has flyaway hairs sticking out of her messy bun and where I can kiss her as I see fit. Where she can push me down and kiss me as she sees fit.

I feel it in the tenseness of my shoulders. My eyes might even be threatening to leak a few embarrassing tears. 

In that moment, I don’t think any of these thoughts. All I think is, oh. 

-

can’t believe i’ve been shoehorning every trope except oh. what have i been doing this whole time, then??

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[greenbriar-j]

cooking with aiden and finley <3 (it’s long but v fluffy)

“You make it sound like I’m useless in the kitchen.”

“You are. Quit taking up so much space!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault the dorm designers made the kitchen smaller than your dic-“

“Aiden,” a lilting voice breaks through the argument. “If you finish that sentence, I am never speaking to you again.”

“Emmie, please,” Aiden says as we both look up. “Pfft.”

Aiden chortles a bit, but I can’t fathom why. Emerson looks like she could kill me again, in a wonderfully blue dress that looks like it was designed just for her. Her hair is straightened perfectly, curling inward gently at the ends. Her makeup is different, too, though I’m in no position to describe the way that works. All her jewelry is silver, including my lightning-shaped ring on her finger. 

“Babe, why didn’t you tell him you’re bad with onions?” Emerson asks, glancing between Aiden’s mess of onions and me. For a moment I’m confused, then remember that the two friends address each other as couples would. “Finley,” she says. I smile softly at the sound of my name. If she always says it like that, I’d never want a nickname from her anyway. “He’s a crybaby with onions. He probably can’t even see right now.”

“Where’s Florence?” June asks.

Aiden sniffles loudly. “Junie, I’m dying, and you’re asking about another man. I’m wounded.”

“Cut it out, you big baby. Akira said she’d send Florence so you don’t fuck up the seasoning.”

“I’m doing the seasoning, so I sent him away,” I answer before Aiden neatly sidesteps the question again. “I make a killer steak, so y’all better be ready.”

June and Emerson settle at the bar stools by the nearest counter and exchange a look. Rather than respond, June hands Emerson some lip gloss, and they get caught up in a conversation about it.

“They’re ignoring us, aren’t they?” I nudge Aiden with a foot.

He kicks me back with unnecessary force. “Obviously. Make them eat their words, Schultz. We have to knock their socks off.”

“Neither of them are wearing socks.”

“I am holding a knife. Don’t make me use it.”

I turn to him to make a serious rebuttal, then have to hold in a laugh at his teary expression. If I had known I could make him cry this much just with onions, I would’ve made him cook ages ago.

Soft music starts to play through the kitchen. I recognize the song from the playlist Emerson plays every time I give her free reign in my car. Emerson waves a tiny speaker at us. “I’m setting the mood. Although I think I should’ve prepared carnival music instead, for the amount of clownery going on here.”

“I forgot to mention you look amazing. Now play me some sexy tunes for my sexy cooking.”

“Sure, baby,” Emerson smirks.

“You know she wore that dress to our senior prom? I have the matching tie.”

“So?”

“So you’re second place this time.”

“Is this what we’re competing on now? Who sees her new clothes first? Just so you know, this is the playlist she made for me. Specifically for me.”

Circus music interrupts the conversation. Emerson laughs at our expressions, and June smirks too. “If you’re both done flirting, I’m a little hungry over here. Also, Finley, I’m pretty sure this is your playlist.”

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