#bri... you did it.

[bonefall]

Stormclan is pretty cool, I’m glad they are a direct result of the clans and not Rouge Group 255674385 that pops up like Minecraft mobs at night

Didn’t ivypool kill beetlewhisker? Will they remember it

The mental image of playing minecraft and Darktail spawns on your roof like a spider, refusing to leave in the daylight and making annoying chittering noises, is magical thank you.

Anyway nah, that was Brokenstar. Ivypool killed Antpelt, not Beetlewhisker. I have doubts they're going to remember that though, and if they do, it'll be one of those "don't worry guys we TOTALLY remember the events in our series!" throwaway lines we've been getting recently. The type that's thought in her head or thrown out in passing, but doesn't significantly contribute to Ivypool's emotional struggle.

I think Ivypool's actually the part of this SE that I'm most apprehensive about, funny enough. StormClan's got me pretty excited, but my hopes kinda started falling when I found out Dovewing was going on the road trip. I do not like the story that the Erins tell between the sisters, and I feel like they keep getting forced together to "reconcile their differences" when it would make a MUCH more effective story for the two of them to not do that.

See, what I like about Ivypool is that she's grudge-holding and spiteful. I LIKE that she tried to leverage her sisterhood with Dovewing in ASC to try and make her manipulate her husband. I find the fact she tried to sabotage SkyClan's chances at the lake back in AVoS to halt Dovewing and Tigerheart's relationship, slighting her apprentice in the process, to be COMPELLING.

I ENJOY reading about Ivypool being nasty. Both a victim of the Dark Forest who was targeted because she felt alienated, and yet, someone who has found a way to use Clan culture's most unfair aspects to her advantage. She'll NEVER see herself as the bully she actually is, because in her eyes, she's permanently the underdog.

so... I just have absolutely no desire to see Dovewing and Ivypool be "close."

Every time it happens on the page, it feels like it's Dovewing desperately wanting her sister to not treat her poorly, or believe in her, or just stop actively sabotaging her life. Then, Ivypool realizes this after a while and displays emotional intelligence that feels unfitting for her character, and apologizes.

It feels forced.

Like it's just happening because the authors know the fans want it, and not actually what these two characters would do. You get me?

I don't want to see them reconnect. I want more bittersweet examples in WC where family members have irreconcilable differences, but now and then, there's that little twinge of love, that old spark that you pray, THIS time, could become a fire... but it doesn't. There's just nothing left to burn.

TL;DR I'm feeling overall meh about Ivypool's Heart but looking forward to seeing what StormClan's all about.

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

Happy Birthday dear Brian! ❤️

[forgeofthenine]

I love being able to write and post thousands of words of filthy tiefling smut with relative ease, but writing a single cover letter has me dragging my feet and cringing the entire time because 'what if they think I'm weird'

[bbrissonn]

mr. edwards, pls explain the caption

[riverfighter]

our sonas. together hehe

— THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME OH MY GOD???? I FUCKING LOVE IT HEHEHE /VVVVPIS

[stylespresleyhearted]

goodnight princess ✨ thinking about how much better she deserved

[baejax-the-great]

not to interject but the surprise reunion hook up could happen at pride 🍆💦 lotta that going on this month

Ahaha most pride events I've been to have been broad daylight open spaces so one of them would have to get the other to a second location. Sluttiness is always so much easier when it can happen sans travel.

But definitely they could see each other at a pride night at a bar or something. I was going to say a house party would be even better, but I already wrote that fic 😅

[fakeoutbf]

bestie wtf was ur old url this is bothering me now fjdhdjdh

ur so intrinsically fakeoutbf that nothing else seems right

wait i might never switch from fakeoutbf now bc that’s who i am to you 🥺

my previous url was silversatellites which seems like a lifetime ago considering i haven’t posted anything on them in well over a year ahehrjdjke

[leonsliga]

Leon Goretzka talks Harry Kane’s hot streak and Joshua Kimmich’s important free kick | FC Bayern München vs. Galatasaray S.K. | 8.11.23

[nothing-behindher-eyes]

just listened to mikes santa fe and I am not well

[moonsidesong]

nazo puyo rulue's roux employs the tactic of making the player feel like a horrible person for being bad at puzzles by making arle stare directly at you while visibly in pain. and it works. arle im so sorry im so bad at puzzles im sorry

[nightwingshero]

Leon Kennedy - Brianna Torres - Ashley Graham

2/2 gift for @gummibrit for the Resident Evil Gift Exchange by @sstewyhosseini

[verfound]

FIC: “We Should Honeymoon in Paris” - 3/4 (MLB; Lukanette)

Notes: Big thanks to Laurel for reading through this and slapping me with a proverbial fish when I started spiraling like Luka's bathwater. 🖤 And thanks to Quick. She knows what she did, though I don't think it played out quite how she meant. 😂 (Bri wasn't actually supposed to be here, but she's become a favorite part. Oops. 🖤)

Ch 1 | Ch 2

Chapter 3

Luka knew he had been drunk.

The pounding in his head when he’d woken up this morning had told him he’d been drunk.

The unfinished bottles - Ma’s Infamous Hangover ‘Cure’ - lining the coffee table had told him he’d been drunk.

The godawful stench of a cheap dive bar that clung to his shirtless skin had told him he’d been drunk.

…the way Marinette had fled the flat without a second glance, refusing to look at or even speak with him about whatever he had done the night before, had told him he had been very drunk.

[eddiemelrose]

TFH timeline is really finicky, but I have an approximate date for Declan's conception - 28th of January. Two weeks after Olive was restored.

[lavosse]

@powderflower tagged me to share a Wednesday WIP, but I'm gonna share a little of two :) also I know it's sunday. i wanted to post something that micah hadn't read yet but unfortch i haven't written anything new so I'm just posting what i got.

incest under the cut. don't be weird about it.

cowboy au billyaustin

A while after Cook starts snoring, Billy unbuttons his lip, clears his throat, and comes out with a baffling, “you’re not so bad yourself, kid.”

“Thanks?” Austin asks. His voice comes out a little rusty.

“You’re no old Jim is all,” Billy clarifies, smiling a little sideways but still looking at the stars. “Awful pretty for a kid out here, doing this job.”

It’s like an earthquake, the way Austin’s whole self is rocked, and yet Billy seems perfectly normal. He goes back to poking the fire while Austin battles for control of himself.

“I didn’t — like it in Orlando,” he said. “My mother wanted me to marry this girl, and I already had a job teaching, so I was all set to settle down. I just — couldn’t do it. I don’t want to get married and teach people their letters for the rest of my life. I thought — there must be something else.”

He knows he sounds pitiful, childish, but when he looks up Billy’s eyes are locked on his, glittering in the firelight. “And there was,” Billy says. “You did the hard part, and now you’re busy bein’ pretty out here with me.”

Billy holds the eye contact for a long time, and Austin thinks shiveringly, something is supposed to happen now. But nothing does, or he doesn’t know what it is.

After a long moment he realizes the air is getting pretty chilly now that the fire and the sun are both long gone. “I’m turning in,” Austin says, voice low for reasons he doesn’t quite understand.

As Austin gets to his feet, Billy snags his hand. “What,” Austin tries to say, but Billy just wraps a hand around the back of his neck and presses a kiss to the top of Austin’s head.

“Goodnight.” He squeezes the back of Austin’s neck once, then settles back in by the cold fire.

girlbucks chapter 2

Nicki wakes up late in Maddy’s bed.

She knows it’s late because of the sun streaming in the window — probably nine or so. Not especially late for most people, but in their get-up-and-go family nine o’clock might as well be noon. 

She’s more surprised that Maddy’s not there. The blankets are warm and rumpled on her side of the bed. She kicks her feet in the sheets, rolls over, just enjoying comfort and sensation. 

Maddy’s pillow smells like her skin. The memory of last night has its hooks in her immediately, blooming over her in a rush of disbelief and arousal.

Maybe Maddy will let her do it again this morning.

She throws on a big t-shirt and follows the smell of breakfast.Through the french doors, she can see Maddy, one knee up, watching some kids out on the beach. She’s left Nicki some eggs and toast, so Nicki helps herself and heads out to join her.

Maddy’s got on a lacy little robe over matching shorts, which is not what she went to bed wearing. The idea that she got up and put on a different, showier pajama set is objectively hilarious, but because it’s turning Nicki’s brain into cotton stuffing, she’s having trouble appreciating it. The humor, that is. She’s appreciating the lingerie a lot.

Maddy looks up as soon as the door squeaks open, and Nicki is suddenly unaccountably nervous — but Maddy just gives her a glowing smile and waves her over.

“Did you sleep?” Nicki asks. Maddy looks well-rested, but there’s always a risk that her insomnia is why she’s up early.

Maddy turns her coffee mug around and around in her hands. “Yeah, pretty well, actually.” Her smile is sheepish. “I wanted to kiss you but you were asleep, so. I got up and made breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Nicki assures her, mouth full of toast, and Maddy laughs. 

[sea-jello]

THE SQUIP SAW JEREMY TURN DOWN BROOKES OFFER AT THE MALL BECAUSE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET MICHAEL AND THATS WHY HE BLOCKED HIM IM SO STUPID