#dont want them seeing this crap

[sams-selfship-madness]

The OG request was given to @cypheroo by their star anon; I’m just stealing the prompt and mixing it with the prompt I got from @. musezip

The fic is under the cut.

The sun is blinding. My eyes, if they could, would be writhing to escape my skull; but all the muscles behind them are holding them firmly in place as I hear the jarring beep of Laurance’s alarm. How he sleeps through it, I will never know. I slowly sit up, even as my body complains silently. Today is the day, it’s just a few hours then I can go. I just need to make it through an afternoon with those who are family, if only by blood. Just a few hours then I can return to-

“Hun? Where are you going? It’s only… seven. Why are you up..? Did my alarm wake you?” Blue eyes met mine as he gently held me in place by my forearm. I sigh, falling back onto the bed, causing both of us to smile softly “today is that.. gathering.. remember?” I said, feint annoyance seeping through my tone as he groans into his pillow. “You don’t need to-“ he began as I shot him a glare “yes, I do, Laurance. Even if it is to avoid a struggle later.” He sighs as he sits up “if you say so..” he mutters, as I sit up as well; before planting a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Do you want to shower first or do you want me to, so the sleeping beauty can get extra sleep” I tease, laughing softly as he rolls his eyes. “You go first, I’ll start breakfast.” He says as he stands, stretching until his back pops; I nod, collecting my change of clothes from the shared dresser before going to do my morning ritual: shower, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, eat breakfast. Once the dishwasher was loaded with our dishes from the small fruity meal and any spare dishes scattered about; we were in the car, on our way to my ‘family’s gathering.

I never thought I would be standing outside these glass doors, the black paint chipping from decades of coming and going. “Are you sure you want to be here dove? It isn’t too late to go home” Laurance asked, interrupting my thoughts. All I could do was nod, before knocking on the door and watching the ghost of my father rushing to the door, before the door swung open and I was collected into a bone crushing hug; it no longer offering the same safety nor warmth it did when I was little. “Ah! [name]! We didn’t think you would make it!” My father’s voice boomed as my aunt and uncle peered our way, faces morphing into something that resembled smiles of greeting. “Oh, my little pumpkin finally found someone to put up with their.. eccentricities!” My father said, smiling at Laurance as if he just said the funniest thing in the world. “Oh! Where are my manners, please come in!” My father said, letting Laurance in then myself. We kicked our shoes off just inside the door and went to greet the rest of my relatives. “Oh! [name]! You finally got here, thank god. I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” My mother said, perched on the light blue loveseat in the living room, only showing the most basic of courtesies before continuing her chat with my [sibling]. Laurance gently gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we moved to sit at the dining room table, even if it made us seem as if we were only here for the mediocre food. A few dirty looks being shot at us but nothing too out of the ordinary. Laurance kept shooting me worried glances as each time I tried to strike up a conversation, it would only last a few words before everyone else got bored, but heaven forbid Laurance closes his mouth for more then a minute. My father clears his throat, calling everyone’s attention to him so he could inform everyone that lunch was ready and for people to go wash their hands. As people trickled out of the room to the singular washroom, I tried to follow, only to find Laurance’s hand in mine. “My love, are you sure you’re okay being here? You showed up, we can go now if you need” he suggested, his eyes holding blue pools of pity and worry I could easily drown in if I was not careful. So all I did was nod, “yeah, let’s just see it ou-“

“[NAME]. HANDS.” my mother bellows as I flinch from the sound, having forgotten what it was like to be yelled at like I was a misbehaving dog. I nod, leaving Laurance to wash my hands, him following close behind. As I approached the table, I noticed there was only one seat left. “Oh, uhm Laurance you can take it, it’s o-“ I’m cut off by my father. “Oh, so you only show up for the food and hide away when we want to talk to you?! God you never change.” My shoulders drop as I struggle against tears; Laurance puts his hand down a tad harder then he meant to onto the counter, resulting in a bang. “Not once, have any of you actually tried to talk to her, you excluded her from the seating orientation for fucks sake and now YOU are mad she has nowhere to sit, and lets the ‘guest’ sit with the people of this house?! Your joking. Right?” Laurance snaps, before he quickly composes himself with a glare to them before turning to me and saying, just above a whisper “come on hun, let’s go home”.

My first ever fic is done! I’m not the most proud of it but, it’s something and I made it, so I’m proud lol

[www-proxxicles-com]

hi its prox

a reminder : antisemitism isn’t tolerated here .

this might sound like a no-brainer but ive seen a lot of asinine takes in my circles so thought i’d make my views clear

if you’re hostile , unaccepting or discriminatory towards any Jewish person … get . Off. My blog.

this place is a safe space . you have an ally in me .

[maliciousalice]

Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

[eightspringdays]

every time I see someone saying they see [two characters that literally just grew up together] as brothers and therefore is disgusting shipping them I feel the unhinged feeling to commit something I'd have been lobotomized for in the 1940's.

[toestalucia]

i need them to playable walfrid and baragona alrdy. i want them to have seasonal lines. i wanna see them interact more w captain outside of main story since theyre ppl who travelled with their dad

[heartspurgatorio]

Hey, Mr. Moon, who's your favorite sibling?/silly (not your real siblings, I mean Mind or Soul)

(Darrell, sorry/j)

[phantastragoria]

Watched B-Mask's video essays on the Sly games trilogy for the millionth time (you should watch them too btw) and I can't stop thinking of the similarities between Vol. 3 and Honor Among Thieves specifically in both dealing with the characters having to decide what comes next in their lives seperate from each other because they just can't do the same job forever, but what the Sly games do that the GotG films don't is build up to that being a main plot point from the second game up to the ending of the third. Vol. 3 really makes the odd choice to have that become a background plot point and then expects the audience to just be okay with them all suddenly deciding to part ways within ten minutes at the very end.

I can't stress this enough, but my problem isn't that everyone goes to do their own thing. My problem is that suddenly being the end goal of Vol. 3 after two films + a holiday special where that was never a possibility or a problem in the first place. The only reason everyone stopped progressing (and even then mainly just Rocket and Peter. You can say Mantis got held back but even she had character development to realize what she wanted during her time with them so she wasn't literally held back like she was with Ego) was because both of their lives only came to a screeching halt after what happened outside of the core films (IW+EG) But the film itself didn't even bother to address any of that stuff aside from only Peter being depressed about Gamora. So it comes off rather moot to me, personally.

[kitwilsonsass]

Hi kids, local licensed hair person here again with another FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT USE FUCKING HE@D AND $HOULDERS UNLESS YOU HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE BECAUSE IT IS A TERRIBLE FUCKING PRODUCT THAT DOES SO MUCH GODDAMN DAMAGE AND TRICKS YOU INTO CONTINUOUSLY USING IT AND I CAN SMELL AND FEEL IT ON YOUR HAIR FROM A MILE AWAY.

[marinerainbow]

I'm thinking of making Shiny the jelous type. Her intended character in her cartoons was envious of the protagonists' girlfriend (being doted on and spoiled by the protagonist, I mean. Her character didn't love him. Just his money), so jelousy might be a trait that was literally made in Shiny.

If so, I doubt she'd even realize it. Not until she's actually in love with someone, but they aren't with her, does it really start to show how jealous she can get of potential suitors. She'd probably need a third party to notice her behavior and point it out for her to see it.

[dumb-coward]

Me -> explains to family that I have fibromyalgia and have since refused to fold laundry unless its my own otherwise it will be an unbearable day of me folding laundry until the pile is done.

Family: lmao why arent you helping to fold the laundry we all have work and school. You're the most free out of all of us.

[killjoy-prince]

ANSWER MY EMAIL @/PRESS THE PARTY'S IN LESS THAN FOUR HOURS!!!!

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

via penny-anna: #personally I'd say ok to point out factual errors PROVIDED its a very easy fix #eg 'this story is set in the UK and you have mentioned a character taking tylenol' #if it's something that would require significant editing then do not

I'd actually say this falls under the same category as the "bleach into cleaning products" mentioned above! With all due respect, because I absolutely do not mean it as a personal criticism, but this type of criticism seems... unnecessary? Worst case scenario of such a mistake is someone will read such fic, go to a pharmacy in the UK, try to buy Tylenol and find out they can, realistic scenario it'll break the immersion for a moment and best case no one would even notice. Because yes, it's an easy mistake to notice - if you live in the UK. For a reader outside of it it doesn't really matter, as long as they can gather from the text what the medicine is for.

Now is this an easy fix? Yeah, sure, the author can google "painkillers available in the UK" and substitute the word. Is it really that jarring of a mistake? I don't know, in my experience even if the author changes it, it'd be in a more "here, are you happy now?" way.

So yeah, unless you see that the author strives for maximum accuracy to the point where they use up to date timetables for city buses, I'd say don't do that. Just assume the author is a foreigner or a total layman on the topic, let it slide and enjoy the story.

I just saw a Tik Tok that said writers on AO3 are not looking for constructive criticism in their reviews. I have no audience on this platform so I have to know if this is true? I've always left my pros and cons when reading a fic and now I'm concerned that the authors didn't like that.

Yeah writers are Not looking for criticism, constructive or otherwise. Unless they specifically ask for it, it’s considered rude and honestly a bit hurtful. In the least bitchy way possible, don’t do that. It’s unwanted.

[willgrahameatscraftsingles]

vent:

ok cool so the twitter spacedogs tag is full of toxic, abusive, and upsetting writing prompts....................................god i hate twitter

[strwberyhearts]

People who can't comprehend that sometimes you have to spend money on things are the worst people I have ever met. Especially the people who act like the massive amounts they spend on shein temu and amazon is the only way they can afford clothing.

[coryndoll]

lover of mine

drew starkey x actress!reader au

— in which drew and y/n, secretly exes, must fake date in order to keep the peace at a mutual friend’s wedding, but the forced proximity makes them question whether they ever truly moved on.

warnings: sweet baby boy drew whos willing to help u, nothing else rly

next

authors note: i wanted to give it a sort of “the proposal” / “anyone but you” type of feel !! this is obviously going to be a series so let me know if u want to be added to the tag list from now on so u dont miss an update ! <3

your body freezes in place when you’re asked about the wedding. crap, you forgot. but it isn’t like you received any invite.

“theo sent you an invite through the mail. you got it right?” your friend, leila, asks you. leila and her fiancé theo have been your friends for years now, ever since you met leila during a movie priemere and shared respect on each other's careers. she’s been your closest friend, so theo naturally had to come along too.

“what? yeah,” you lie right through your teeth, and guilt punches you in the face when you stare right into her bright eyes. you raise the cup of coffee. “was literally jumping for joy when i got it.”

leila sighs in relief. “thank god we got the right address,” she says and you question what she means by that before she continues, “we didn’t know whether to send it to your apartment or drew’s.”

your breath is caught and you pause before your drink reaches your lips.

“drew,” you repeat, and she nods.

“yeah, but we figured you’ll both see it either way so, sent it to his place ‘cause theo said it was closer,” leila says, and you raise your eyebrows in amusement. “but anyway! before the wedding, i wanted to stay with our inner circle so if it’s possible for a little two-week vacation? the venue is close to my mom and her boyfriend’s house so we’d just be staying there. i would’ve picked after the wedding if theo didn’t already have the honeymoon planned. he’s too excited.”

“wait, two weeks?” you inquire, “who’s coming?”

she shrugs, “you and drew, libby, gia . . .” she trails off as she thinks about it, and you swallow as you set your cup down. “i forgot who else. i know it’s one of theo’s coworkers but i forgot who. let me text him actually.”

your face lights up at the opportunity to get away, and you nod. “i need to call drew actually,” you say, and she smiles and nods as you stand from your seat and make your way to her living room. “need to remind him to take the . . . fish . . . out.”

“fish?”

“we’re having fish tonight, yeah.”

you turn away to scroll through your contacts until you find his, then click on it. you settle down on the couch as you wait anxiously for him to pick up, and just hope that he does.

just before the call goes to voicemail, the line clears. “yeah?”

“you are such a—!” you hiss quietly, careful not to let leila hear you. “why didn’t you tell me leila and theo sent you a wedding invite for us?”

“i literally just checked my mail, alright? i would’ve said something about it as soon as i saw it,” he tells you. “i just flew in two days ago, y/n. i’m at the . . . i’m not at my apartment right now but my mail’s all on my counter. i’ll look for it once i’m home and then send you pictures of it, okay?”

you know that your situation with drew is slightly complicated. you were together for five years before ending things just a year ago.

because of your careers, you aren’t surprised that people assume you’re still dating. even close friends like leila and theo. everything was kept private. a year into the relationship was when fans even found out about you two.

you both have been looking for a time to address the breakup, to friends first for sure, but with your conflicting schedules, the time’s just never come up, and sending a “by the way, we broke up” text to an imessage groupchat wasn’t totally ideal.

even with the wedding coming up, having to be around everyone while you celebrate your closest friends, how are you either of you supposed to bring it up now?

“okay,” you tell him. “just text me when you’re free. any time before 10, please.”

“okay,” drew’s voice is soft and understanding. the line goes dead and you pull your phone away from your ear, seeing that he’s hung up.

your expected text comes around 8pm. drew’s sent you four different attachments. all are photos of the elaborate and detailed wedding invitation. the designs must’ve been leila’s idea.

you’re surprised to see an incoming call on your laptop right after. you hover over the accept button, then click on it.

his face fills a rectangle of your screen. he’s on his phone—“do you see it?”

“yeah wait,” you mumble, clicking out of the facetime to open your messages with him, then click the first photo. “leila and theo; rsvp by september twenty-seventh.”

“the letter’s addressed to my place but they put our names on the envelope,” drew tells you, and it looks like he’s ruffling through something before he flips his camera to display his counter. on it is the envelope in question, which is addressed to his apartment, but for y/n and drew, it says.

you hum. “are you going?” you ask him.

“of course i’m going. what do you mean?”

you shake your head, “nothing.”

drew only knows of leila or theo because of you, because leila works with you. maybe he’s made friends with theo but it’s not something you’ve personally seen, so you’re just assuming that maybe since you’ve broken up, there’s no reason for him to go? especially when he’s filming soon?

you stare down at your keyboard as you speak again, “leila wants us to come on a two-week pre-stay with her and theo. and others.”

there’s a brief pause from drew, like he doesn’t understand.

you sense it immediately and continue. “like, before the wedding, she told me today about how her mom has his house she wants us to stay in, just a few of us for two weeks, then they have her wedding— i don’t know, i need to ask her more about it. i think she just wants to fly everyone out and spend more time with us before she’s on honeymoon and living the wife life.”

“could be fun,” drew says. “i mean, i can’t even remember the last time i was out with theo or leila. it might be good for us.”

you furrow your eyebrows at him through the screen, and you try to read him to see if he’s joking. “there is no more ‘us’, remember? and by the way, neither leila or theo or anybody else knows that.”

drew hesitates as if he’s trying to justify your situation.

you rub your eye before resting the side of your head against your fist, “they addressed the invitation to both of us, drew. i feel like we should at least tell them the truth so that when we get there, they know.”

drew hesitates, his eyes moving around as if searching for the right words. “yeah, i know. it’s just . . . complicated.”

“complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it,” you say, feeling frustration build up. “it just feels dishonest. they think we’re still together, and if they find out at the wedding, it’ll look like we’re hiding things.”

“we are hiding things,” he reminds you. “we’ve been avoiding the topic. do you really want to drop this bomb on them right before their wedding?”

you go silent as you think about it, because if telling them isn’t a good option then . . .

“what if we just kept up the appearance that we’re still together?” drew suggests. it draws your attention as you look up at your laptop. “for the wedding and the pre.”

you blink, taken aback. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” drew continues, “what if we act like we’re still together while we’re there? it might make things easier for everyone. seeing us apart will just create tension. people will feel like they’ll need to walk on eggshells around us.”

you give him a skeptical look. “acting like a couple isn’t the same as actually being one. i’m not sure i can just pull it off without it feeling fake.”

“we’re not faking,” drew says gently. “we’re just playing a part for a bit. we’re professionals. it’s literally our job. we can do this for a few days.”

you pause, considering his words. “but what if it just makes things worse? what if pretending just complicates everything?”

drew’s expression softens, and he speaks more earnestly. “look, we’ve been in tough spots before. there’s been so many times on set with you and i before that we’ve had to navigate headfirst. this is no different. think of it as a role we have to play for a short time. it doesn’t change what’s real.”

you sit back, processing his suggestion. “so we fake it for now and deal with the truth later?”

he hums. “it’s not ideal, but it could save a lot of awkwardness and stress. we can be civil and supportive for their sake, and then handle everything after.”

you let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the decision. “it just feels like a lot of work to keep up a pretense. but i guess if we’re going to do this, we need to at least figure out how to make it believable.”

“we’ll figure it out,” drew says, his voice a little more hopeful. “it’s not about being perfect. it’s just about getting through the weeks without making things worse.”

you nod slowly, still feeling uneasy but recognizing the practicality of his idea. “okay. pretend for leila and theo, and then deal with the fallout afterwards.”

there’s a faint smile on his face as he nods at you. “just two weeks, remember? we can do that,” he says. “i’m gonna head to bed. i’ll talk to you tomorrow about it, alright?”

“okay,” you murmur, and drew hangs up on you.

the facetime window closes and displays your last app that’s been open, your messages. you’re face-to-face with the photos of the invitations once more, and a part of you is overwhelmed with emotions—fear, excitement, guilt.

two weeks. that’s all it is. just two weeks with your ex-boyfriend. you can survive that . . .

right?

[kowaiish]

If I could just please stop overthinking every tiny nuance in behavior and immediately fearing the worst that would be great.