#author has ADHD

[forbidden-sin-bin]

Wearing the Glasses

(Eminem x Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: G

Warnings: Very slight mentions of sexual urges but nothing explicit. 

Tags: Fluff, tooth rotting fluff, slice of life, drabbles, headcanons, no beta we die like men, author has no idea what they’re doing, author has ADHD, glasses kink(?), guys with glasses are extremely sexy and in this essay I will-

Notes: Yes I completely blame it on the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame ceremony for this idea. And as I post this… HAPPY SLIGHTLY BELATED 15 YEARS OF SOBRIETY EM

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It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known or been with him, seeing him wearing his glasses is not an uncommon sight. Especially when he’s reading or writing lyrics.

And lemme tell you, he does the latter. A lot. 

You’ll often catch him writing intently into his notebook with half-lidded eyes, occasionally halting to replay the word flow in his head while his hand motions in his signature style.

It’s oddly hypnotizing, despite being such a common occurrence. You find yourself stopping whatever you’re doing and watch him with awe. 

Eventually he’ll catch you staring at him with an entranced look on your face and raise a brow at you. 

Once he figures out your attraction to him wearing glasses, he’ll never let you live it down. 

Leaning down to brush his nose with yours and suddenly you’re looking into his eyes and oh boy you may or may not be sweating a lil-

When he’s not wearing them and he tries to read or focus on a particular detail, chances are he’ll start squinting that makes him look like he’s glaring. 

One time, you eventually grow tired of his peeping and just put his glasses on for him. 

The moment the frames are on and his squinting stops as he blinks and his vision is suddenly clear. You try and hold in your giggle as it reminded you of a cat.

Marshall, muttering under his breath: “I’m fuckin blind-”

And just to annoy you or for payback, he’ll take his glasses off and put them on your face. Now he’s the one holding back his amusement while you’re the one with horrible eyesight. 

UNLESS, by some wicked chance, your vision is similar to his; Then hey, that’s nearly a win-win situation! 

That, and the fact that the frames are way too big for your face, it’s just too adorable.

Over the years, he’s had to buy a few different styles - not that he really cares mind you - and usually it’s cause the lens need replacing; The prescription wears down over time. Whenever that happens, you’d be there with him as he tries on different pairs. 

“Honestly babe, you look great in any of them.” You tell him as he turns around to look at you wearing aviator-shaped frames and a grimace. 

“You sure about that?”  

He didn’t get a reply as you were bent over, trying not to bust a lung from wheezing.

“Hey babe, you seen my glasses?” “You’re wearing them on your forehead.”  “...Oh.”

One habit you’ve noticed from him: He takes off his glasses and pinches or rubs the space between his eyes. 

That’s when you know he needs a break and you let him know.

Usually he brushes it off and insists he’s fine, but he’s grateful either way for the reminder.

Eventually he’ll realize you may have a point and halts whatever he’s working on for a breather.

And let’s not forget... the one, the only: The Look.

Y’know, the part where he slightly lowers his frames just a tad and looks over them to give you that look.

Chances of you somehow not getting a sudden hormonal surge are very, very low.

[siruswhack]

Pokèmon Unbound AU where Aklove wins.

drawing isn’t enough, I need to yap. featuring mild Cirrus x Ace. part 1.

The region is destroyed. Aklove won, causing the death of millions. Such a disaster cannot be ignored, can it? Thanks to a certain time related Pokèmon, one person is sent back to the beginning, with the hopes that they’ll prevent the disaster from occurring again.

Cirrus:

Our beloved protagonist. He can’t catch a break, can he? He wakes up a week prior to the game’s events, his Pokèmon joining him in this new timeline.

A team of six fully evolved Pokèmon. A lovely Alolan Ninetales, a Garchomp named Dionysus, a fat Azumarill, the whole team is with him. Nobody can ignore him now.

He tries to convince himself that it was one giant nightmare. For six days, it was working, until his mother informed him of their new neighbors. two twin siblings and a rather old professor. Cirrus insists on being the one to greet them, bring them a present.

Melony answers the door. Introductions are formal and stiff, a basket of cookies shoved quickly into the girl’s hands. The sound of a familiar voice and a tuft of red hair have Cirrus turning and leaving with a hasty apology.

That night, he pays Zeph a visit. Follows the man home (freak), slips in through the window. He can’t be ignored if he’s standing in the man’s house.

To his credit, he tries to warn Zeph. The Ultimate Weapon is a lie, it will bring only nothing but suffering. A man named Aklove is not to be trusted. Cirrus is quickly forced out, his warning cast aside as a madman’s ramblings. Fair enough.

Oh, what is he doing? After being portaled into the Shadows’ base, he’s swift to break himself and Ace out and return to Frozen Heights. Cirrus wastes no time in flying to Bellin Town, snatching a package from their mart and back to Frozen Heights.

If the Shadows won’t listen, he has a better idea. He’s sorry, so damn sorry for what he’s doing. With a call to Articuno and a toss of a Master Ball, the first Legendary Bird is caught. He’ll keep them to himself, prevent anyone from using them.

If he prevents the main events from happening, he can prevent Aklove from ever unbinding Hoopa. At least, that’s what he’s telling himself.

Ace is particularly angry with him. His actions— they’re just so cowardly. Cirrus, time and time again, refuses to fight him head on. He knows he’s strong, he’s seen that Garchomp. What’s with everyone and trying to keep him out of the loop?

Even if they all hate him for this, Cirrus is saving them in the end. Of course, Ace is trying to stop him. The professor, Jax, and Arthur have likely registered his actions, and, worst case scenario, believe he’s with the Shadows.

Moltres. Zapdos. They’re next. And then…he doesn’t know. Perhaps he’ll confront Aklove directly. Steal away Hoopa, find a way to destroy the Ultimate Weapon. He can’t fail this time around.

Ace:

He doesn’t take it well. Melony, Cirrus, his parents, all dead. When he wakes up the day before the game’s events take place, he’s more confused than anything. Was that just some weird fever dream? It was all so real. His team of six Pokèmon on his belt only worsens the confusion. As Ace tosses his Toucannon a treat from the cupboard, Melony just seems surprised.

“Where did you get that Pokèmon? Mr. Log won’t be happy.”

“You don’t— no, it’s whatever. Just don’t tell the old man.”

“You owe me milk tea later.”

Curiosity brings him to the house of one of his new neighbors. His family just moved to this neighborhood, and if it really wasn’t some dream…he should be here. Ace doesn’t know what sort of time shenanigans he’s going through, and he wants to find out.

The silver-haired lady that answers the door is…nice enough. An awkward conversation ensues, before she turns to find the gift meant for the new neighbors. That’s when he spots him. The short boy at the bottom of the staircase, clutching onto a small, white Vulpix like it’s a lifeline.

Shit.

Cirrus’ name leaves his lips before he can stop himself. Understandably, he dashes up the stairs, Pokèmon in tow. Honestly! Why does nobody seem to remember anything? A basket of baked goods is pressed into his hands, and he’s immediately sent on his way. Weird.

It’s easy to find Marlon— the guy is just outside Frozen Heights, calling down to Articuno. So this is what Cirrus was talking about, all those months ago.

He easily defeats Marlon, who was wholly unprepared for a battle with someone as strong as Ace. As he finally recalls Tyranitar, he speaks.

“Dad.”

“…What? How do you—“

“Don’t play stupid with me…! What do you think you’re doing? Catching them isn’t going to work, it’ll kill us all.”

“You don’t understand, do you, Ace?”

“I know damn well what you’re all doing. Give me Articuno.”

“…”

The ball is dropped unceremoniously in his hands, the man’s cloak sweeping across the snow as he turns away. He can spot the man’s body twitch, conflicted between walking away and grabbing his son into a tight embrace. With great effort, Marlon descends the staircase, grunts following in tow.

“Don’t think this is over.”

[minervamidnight]

Drew something very silly for the wonderful Liquid (@wanderingblindly)!

Inspired by her fic Paranormal Investigaytion (aka one of the cutest and funniest things I've ever read! Go check it out if you haven’t alreadyyyy)

Blurred version & Original meme:

[phoenixcatch7]

Loz fandom stop being angsty and give the daydreaming kids on big fun adventures with a cool glowing sword some actual whimsy and joy challenge

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: THE SPIDER AND HER DEMONS by sydney khoo

Up next! I haven't been gravitating toward YA much lately (the hazards of being an Adult, I suppose), but this is on my writing project adjacent TBR. I do have a soft spot for teenagers hiding their monstrous tendencies, especially when the jacket copy says "hiding your true self can get you killed." Excited to see how this goes!

[campbyler]

ik part of it is that life and work just Be Like That sometimes, but every time i check back on your blog it seems yall are going through chronic ao3 author syndrome. sending love and good vibes your way i hope all three of you are doing ok and can catch a break soon!! (ik suni and thea yall are the ones writing the rest of it but sending love to andi as well)

also any tips on writing longer chapters without them sounding like they’re dragging on? i’m a (more casual) fic writer and my chapters always end up a little shorter than i usually hope they’d be

awake at 3am in a fit of jet lag and laughed aloud upon reading this bc you’re not wrong 😭 i feel like part of it is just timing, like thea’s work has a big busy season during the fall every year and her schedule also varies week by week and even day to day so i know some stretches are more difficult than others by default (rn she has been having to work from home on her weekend or after she clocks out which has been extra rough). my work tends to have bursts of insane work days every few weeks or so, and i just have a shitty daily commute on top of that and will sometimes get home like 12 hours after i left in the morning or something. so honestly there is a nonzero chance one of us is having a subpar time on any given workday i fear, and that schedule is pretty unpredictable given the nature of our very full time jobs. i also think it’s just statistically more likely that when we are active there is a reason for our Grievances to be brought up, either organically because we are coming out of a slump and are complaining about the Horrors or because someone checked in on us in a period of absence and we are giving a quick update, but either way, thank you so much for your wishesssss! thea will be getting a break soon (thank god) and i’m actually entering a bit of a busy stretch at work for the next week or so because we have a grant deadline to meet, which always means 10000 last minute experiments that i have to work into my schedule in the middle of the week and it’s really fun and lovely and great. woo hoo. 🙂

as for chapter lengths, i wish i had more solid advice but my problem is genuinely that i can’t for the life of me seem to trim them down 😭 i guess a part of it is largely how your chapters are structured — i only have a couple chaptered fics outside of acswy, but all of them are planned so that each chapter is quite meaty in terms of content or what i want each scene to accomplish. i will say that the singular thing that consistently drives up my word count is DIALOGUEEEEE!!! a blessing when i’m in a rut or have writers block and am trying to get something down on the page, a menace when im editing a scene transition i left to fill in for later and my wc is right at 29k and im sweating watching the number tick up. i find there’s absolutely nothing wrong with shorter chapters if it’s accomplishing what you hope for and i honestly am working really hard on trying to be more concise, but i do find dialogue to be a good way to slow down a scene that’s maybe rushing or is paced a little quicker than you intended. real conversations often stray off topic, people ramble or get sidetracked or get interrupted by things they’re doing — i love describing people talking while doing chores or eating or whatever because you can break up the dialogue with bits of action — and at least for me, it’s a lot easier to work in some narration or description in with dialogue than it is to just write a couple paragraphs of it straight up, which also sometimes feels a little more blunt and Quick than i intend it to be. one thing we both do a Lot is script out dialogue between characters and then go back in to fill in things like speech tags, action descriptions, inner monologues and thoughts, etc. literally just like:

character 1: ___ character 2: _______ 1, (note on how it’s meant to be said or what they’re thinking/intending to say to cue us in later): _____ 2: _____________ (small description of them moving around/something happening in the background to give a visual for describing later)

so on and so forth. it helps a lot either when we want to establish the setup of a dialogue heavy scene before we forget our inspiration, or we’re feeling a bit too blocked to be able to write more descriptively at the moment, etc etc. it’s a really natural way to focus on the flow of conversation without getting caught up in transitions and repetition of dialogue tags and stuff, and usually is the culprit for a scene taking way longer to finish than expected for me.

all that being said, the times i have actually felt like a chapter is paced too quickly is usually either when the dialogue exchange is too fast and feels like the conversation could be more fleshed out, or maybe likeeee a transition happens a little too immediately and it reads a little bit like one thing happening after the next after the next without much of a pause for expansion. if you’ve managed to get your point across in fewer words and your main concern is driving up the word count, i really wouldn’t worry about it! you could always have someone look at it with a fresh pair of eyes and ask for places they feel could use more explanation or detail (maybe describing a setting more vividly? or giving more insight to some of their thoughts at a certain point?) but genuinely — conciseness is a Skill, and seeing how i have once again accidentally answered an ask with one million words, i’ll actually just trade you some of my internal word vomit right now. here you go -> 🎁

[nootcatt]

Fanfic writing is basically either staring at a blank document for hours and hours with just a vibe for a song based fic in your mind, or sitting down one night and then four days later you have a 44.5k words draft which is so good that you're sure you could never create something like this ever again.

And there is no in-between.

[ameles]

Enter the true main character, Pippin the Turkish Van. /j

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[aphel1on]

rewatching albedo events for reasons and this was all i could think about

[sak-writes]

Title: Oh That's Why I Feel This Way

Summary:

He couldn't put his finger on what was wrong, a dull ache behind his right temple and a general sense of uneasy irritation. He tried to ignore the feeling and go back to scrolling his phone, the distraction was short-lived, nothing able to hold his attention for more than a couple of seconds. Letting out a frustrated sigh just as Vessel rounded the corner from the bottom of the stairs.

or

III is having a bad day and gets some insight and then some help from Vessel.

I've got a new way of linking because the old way doesn't seem to be working right for me? Anyway link is the title, have fun!

[m0nost4tic]

"hey mono, are you ever gonna finish or work on your long-term projects that you started months ag-" no. ... maybe someday. not today tho

anyway. here's a short clip for a magluck scene idea. it's set in a modern au my friends and i have been discussing. there are small references to au-specific stuff, so heads up for that

idrk how people tag fanfic works on this site so uhh..

913 words (wow just under a thousand, go me), ~5,200 characters, magna having thoughts on dumbfuck luck voltia, read post tags for more input ig

ps, because of my tendency to crank out short works but never finish anything long-term quickly, i've been thinking of doing a like.. magluck oneshot book for ao3. lmk if that's something anyone wants to see from me🙏🙏

continue reading for gay fic --

Luck's head swayed to the side, larimar eyes glimmering with something more beneath them, wild golden locks obscuring parts of his face. He let his knees inch away from his chest and loosely unfold the perfect cocoon he was wrapped in, elbows and forearms resting against his legs, hands playing with the white drawstrings of his baggy teal hoodie.

He curled the snowy thread around his finger, flipped it over, pulled it up and down, methodically twisted it - he ran his hand through a million-and-one different motions all within seconds. The air grew heavy with his quietness, a stark, uncomfortable contrast to the strings of words and teases that usually slipped nonstop from the live wire.

To the other, the silence was nothing short of unbearable and nigh deafening. But he waited. He waited, and watched as Luck's lips scrunched to the side - the rare indicator of him biting the inside of his cheek, deep in thought or consideration. An infrequent habit Luck had formed back when words were all too much, all too-consuming and demanding; somedays, it still felt that way.

Then, after what felt like hours but couldn't have been longer than a minute, it came. A quiet, hesitant word, a knife that cut through the thickened space between them;

"Why?"

And, well, that was a loaded question.

It was one word. Simple, short, and plain--except nothing really, truthfully was simple or plain with Luck. It just liked to appear that way on the surface; a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing. Presented problems and looming shadows hidden behind tied ribbons and drawn curtains - a thousand spiraling thoughts dismissed with the same old intricate smile.

But behind it came all the possibilities. All the individual branches of why, all muddled by past experience or an assumption of what was inevitably to happen. And Magna had some solid guesses for most of them.

Why don't you hate me? Why do you keep staying? Why haven't you left already? Why are you here? Why haven't you given up on me? Why aren't you like everybody else?

If there were ever a time and a place for it, Magna would fire back some of his own - why do you always think I'm going to leave your ass? Why is it like you can't believe I give a shit about you? Why do you always act like I'm going to disappear the second you take your eyes off me?

Though if there was one, it certainly wasn't now. Not when Luck was hunched up like this, curled in as if he had to hold himself together by force, a thread dangerously close to snapping; not when Magna was sitting quietly on the end of his bed, hands stationary and sunglasses idly placed upon the bedpost; not when the world was abandoned outside the boarded window, friends and adventures temporarily forgotten to dwell in the pit of a barren self-perceived internal wasteland.

So, instead, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shoulders rising and falling to expel the weight of the situation from him. He let the words of what to say bubble up in his chest, head desperately reeling to find the right ones. Damn you, he'd curse in his head.

Honestly, yeah, damn Luck. Damn him and his ability to make Magna think of all these things, to make his world more than just a stage play-by-play that he wasn't even the protagonist of. Damn Luck and the way he gave everything he did and said some kind of meaning; gave his life a meaning beyond the repetitive simplicity of school, baseball, video games, and friends. Damn Luck and his addictive smiles that lit up a room, that made Magna's own chest overfill with puddy-like euphoria, that made Magna crave the sound of his laughter and the sight of his joy more than anything else. Damn Luck for making him want to be something more than what he simply was born as, to be something to Luck, like a backboard one could lean on.

Damn Luck for making him a better man. Completely fuck that guy, really.

But, as much as he loathed to admit, he'd go through this routine. Again, and again, and again; the disc tirelessly on loop, never-ending repetition that, unlike all else, unlike every other boring monotonous humdrum aspect of the day or week, never seemed to grow dull. Maybe that was Luck's fault. Maybe there were scratches on the CD, or maybe there was a malfunction on the player--but it was their own special tune, expertly crafted by whatever this hell of a life had in store.

He'd commit to this, for however many times Luck needed him; needed the gentle (or not-so-gentle) reminder that he was loved, cared for, worried about, whatever else. Even if his own brain refused to believe it, partly refused to even dare to let himself have it, Magna wasn't about to back down and let him win this one. He'd done enough of letting things go unseen, unspoken, and left stowed beneath poorly painted-over cracks when they were kids. And now he'd spend a lifetime trying to unravel all of this mess; trying to understand his problems, rather than demand them to be fixed. If that meant soggy shoulders, empty pudding containers, and conveniently misplaced jackets, then Magna could cope with that.

Because that's what you do for someone you love, no matter how big a pain in the ass they are.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Rotating between Nancy down horrendous for her boyfriend & Jonathan dealing with the weight of the world has been such a time today

[speedy-scout-is-cool]

Scout how’s your attention span doing buddy? Nonexistent I assume?

Hey I got a great attention span pal Lee oh sweet engineer is cooking tonight hell yeah I hope he makes those hot dog things again

[sunsetzer]

Shoutout to my high school writer's craft teacher who gave me a mediocre grade on a short story I submitted that was mostly introspection and exposition about the character even though it did fit the prompt because "nothing interesting happened".

Things that happened:

- Main character who's sort of possessed by the spirit of an ancient dragon and therefore a pseudo-immortal has discovered the people hunting him have found him and he packs everything essential, quits his normal person job, and prepares to get tf out of dodge

- Main character goes swimming in the ocean one last time before he heads out and nearly drowns (in my teacher's defense, the suspense of this scene was admittedly hurt by the fact that he couldn't actually die, but I did try to make up for it by explaining exactly how he was able to not die in that situation instead of just leaning on the immortal thing and not elaborating)

- Main character is stopped by a car he doesn't immediately recognize and assumes they've found him and it's too late to run, only to realize it's someone from work there to see him off

The tone of the story wasn't very "exciting," but I definitely wouldn't say nothing interesting happened in it. The main character wasn't frantic about having to leave because he'd done it before many times and had an evacuation plan already set up in his head. There were brief moments of panic, but overall I was trying to convey how tired he was of completely uprooting himself and disappearing whenever he needed to get away from his pursuers. I guess either I failed to execute that correctly or my teacher just didn't clue in, lmao.

[angelic-upper-management]

Haven’t heard from you all in a bit, and I’m getting anxious that this might mean you’re whipping up a new apocalypse. Please reassure us mortals?

The Divine Plan is not for you to know, though do temporally rest assured that an apocalypse IS in the works, as per always. Your soul will be saved soon. Also Muriel logged us out.

-Micheal

[hexiewrites]

I was gone in the summer so I missed this milestone but: I've officially been in the steddie fandom a year (plus, uh, three months), and wow, what a fucking amazing year it's been

(i do want to shout out to my spouse for BEGGING me to watch this show for multiple years until i finally caved when they were away last summer, and to whoever made a steddie fanvid on tiktok, and the algorithm gods who went 'this bitch likes gay shit' and served it to me, causing my total descent into absolutely madness)

in that time (since august of 2022, and actually almost all between aug 2022-april 2023), I've:

written 16 (!!!) fics

totalling 307,294 words (holy fuck)

my three most popular fics are, by no small margin:

same as it ever was (which was only my 3rd ever steddie fic) (and which is currently being podficc'd by the amazing @n0connections!)

carve your name into my chest (my magnum opus, the steddie hockey fic, which I am still to this day absolutely blown away by the reception to. it's baby brother prequel, clean ice cold hearts can't lose, is much less popular but one of my absolute faves. can be read as a standalone, if you're into that!)

&, there'll be a riot cause i know you (proving that you're all really just here for the smut ;))

I've had other podfics made (thank you, @amanita-fierce, for the amazing pod of when they raise the landing gear (will your heart stay here)

I've gone absolutely crazy with a @thefreakandthehair prompt and accidentally wrote a hallmark movie fic that's the second longest thing I've ever done (make this inn our own), which the incredible @staymagical BOUND INTO A BOOK for me (the craziest and coolest thing that's ever happened in my fandom life, I'm not even gonna lie!) (and then my amazing beta blue bound carve into a book, but they don't have tumblr so they don't get a fun tag, but I also cried very hard about that as well)

I've gotten more fanart than I could even hope to tag, but special shoutout to @oriarts for being the first and for never failing to make me lose my mind over the way you make my fuzzy brain images come to life, and also for letting me brain spaghetti at them literally all the time, many of my fics would not exist without ori (psst if you make fanart PLEASE tag me so i can see it and cry!!!)

and I've made more friends than I ever expected, and have felt so loved and supported by this whole community. I've been part of fandom for the better part of two decades now (yikes) and have never felt so welcome, and appreciated, and I have to thank all of you for that.

I'm so excited to be back, and I'm sorry I don't have a pithy way to end this post. <3

ps. no promises, but hopefully there will be some new stuff coming down the pipeline in the next few months. hope to see you there!