#finding the motivation to write

[annalu86]

Nothing

Lucy: I’m heading over in 20 minutes, what food shall i pick up?

Tim: what ever you feel like is fine with me. No mushrooms, nothing too weird.

Lucy: obviously.

40 minutes later.

Lucy: change of plans, sorry. Tamara’s had a crappy day. I’m going to eat here and talk it over with her a bit. Sorry!

Tim: it’s ok, hope it’s not nothing too bad.

Lucy: she’ll survive, nothing a tub of ice cream can’t fix.

Tim: please tell me that’s not all you two are going to eat?!

Lucy: we would never do that…

Tim: hmmmm

30 minutes later.

Tim: open your door.

Lucy: huh?

Tim: go and open your front door.

Lucy: what have you done?

Tim: just do it, boot.

Lucy: watch it sgt.

Lucy: oh Babe that’s so kind, you didn’t have to do that. You should have knock and come in, that’s enough pizza for 3!

Tim: I didn’t want to interrupt your time with Tamara. I did want you both to eat something other than ice cream though.

Lucy: always look out for me.

Tim: obviously.

Two hours later.

Lucy: go and open your front door.

Tim: lucy it’s late you should be in bed

Lucy: Tim. Stop bossing me around and do as you’re told.

Tim: fine but if there’s an empty pizza box on my door step, I’m going to get you put on front desk duty tomorrow.

Lucy: scary!

The door to Tim’s house swung open, wide. On one side of the doorway stands a tall, semi clothed man, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. Looking down at the ground expecting to see an empty pizza box, or some such item and instead coming face to face (or as close as they get with there height difference) to a young women, dressed in sweats with what at first glance appears to be one of his sweatshirts.

“Hi” she says simply

“Hi” he echoes, then “it’s late, you should be in bed”

“Well that’s an offer!” She grins widely and he splutters

“I wasn’t…” he chokes out

“I know” Lucy soothes between giggles “I came to say good night…” she takes a step forward, closing the gap between them. Reaching up on to her tip toes and place a hand on his bare chest for balance she kisses him softest on the lips “and… “ she says, breaking the kiss “thank you…” before reaching back up and kissing him again.

This time one hand winds around her waist and the other up into her hair. Keeping her firmly in place. For several moments they stay like that, on his door step, fortunate that the late hour spares them from an audience.

“Are you coming in?” His voice in deep and he stands back a little to welcome her into his house

“I’ve got to get back and get to bed”

“You could just have a drink before driving home” he encourages

“Tim” she looks up at him through her lashes “we both know nothing would get drunk and I would not be getting home and time soon”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” his eyes twinkle

“See you tomorrow” she says firmly

“Fine” he huffs slightly “ see you tomorrow”

And for the last time she reaches up and leaves a gentle peck on his lips.

She feels his eyes on her as she walks to the kerb and climbs into her car, she doesn’t look back. Her resolve can only hold for so long and the sight of him, shirtless in his doorway, wanting her, well… she’s not superhuman.

So she doesn’t look back.

Doesn’t see him swallow hard.

Doesn’t see him watch her car until she is well out of sight.

Doesn’t seem him place a gentle finger to his lips as he turns and finally shuts the door.

20 minutes later

Lucy: I like it a lot more when we do nothing, together.

Tim: I agree. I actually think I prefer doing most things together with you

Lucy: taxes?

Tim: Lucy

Lucy: getting your teeth cleaned?

Tim: you’re so annoying

Lucy: checking the battery on your smoke alarms

Tim: that’ll teach me for being nice!

Lucy: sorry! I’m sorry, I like being with you too.

Tim: good night Lucy

Lucy: good night tim

10 minutes later

Lucy: jury duty

Tim: GO TO SLEEP!

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[quotefeeling]

You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.

Guidelines For Finding Someone Worthwhile

[perfectfeelings]

You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.

Guidelines For Finding Someone Worthwhile

[bixels]

I'm not explaining why re-imagining characters as POC is not the same as white-washing, here of all places should fucking understand.

[thoughtkick]

You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.

Guidelines For Finding Someone Worthwhile

[jgracie]

luke castellan thoughts because i’ve been in such a mood lately…. he always has his arm around ur waist OR in ur back pocket it doesn’t rly matter he just has to have physical contact.. he is also the type to guide you around an area iykwim like he pulls you really close to his side and you move together as one entity yk…… also calls you m’lady just for funsies LOL & always says “i have to go see the mrs” whenever u need him… wears a hairtie on his wrist like it’s a bracelet for sure !!! loves tying your hair for u if u ask him for the hair tie he won’t give it to you he’ll tie your hair himself LMAO also def knows how to do hair because of the amount of little kids he takes care of in the hermes cabin!! you’re a little shocked when he perfectly french braids ur hair at first but then u think ab it and realize it acc makes a lot of sense….. kids cartoons r his guilty pleasure he missed out on a lot of them pls watch teen titans go w him 😭 i also like to think he has ear piercings idk he seems like an earring kind of guy probs got them done by thalia or some random person at the hermes cabin.. also has a stick and poke tattoo no one rly knows ab cz he did it a while back and it’s super small….. loves when u sit on his lap SO MUCH to the point where whenever u appear at a function he’s at all the chairs miraculously disappear 😣

[figthefruitfaeth]

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[puhpandas]

i like to think that a couple years post ggy tony still gets caught up in mysteries that he can’t help obsessing over and he tries to rope gregory into his crazy plans to investigate

[fatedroses]

Finally I can post the comic for Adventurer!Zenos that has taken hold of my brain for the past week.

AKA a man who is currently running off the fumes of the literal souls of the damned being very desperate to be out of the void he was stuck in (and for the first time actually being able to just enjoy something mundane), only to get absolutely overwhelmed but all the stimuli he had just... ignored until now.

[botanautical]

'We all yearn for the woods. That's why every fellow on this island wants to settle down near a tree - just one will do.'

[daughterofchaosstuff]

Wtf is situationship?

Write me poems, send me letters, create a safe, comfortable space with me that no one else has access to, merge souls, die from the intensity of the love, and come back as Gods.

[glorious-destruction]

no one talks about the fear that you forgot how to write after taking a break from your wip

[perfectfeelings]

You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.

Guidelines For Finding Someone Worthwhile

[mostlymaudlin]

“Stop,” Andrew says. His voice is so quiet that it almost gets swept away by the wind. Neil has been staring at Andrew since he lit this cigarette that’s nearly down to the filter. Neil doesn’t ask what Andrew means, doesn’t apologize, doesn’t stop. What he does do is lift one corner of his mouth in a small, unforgivable smile.

“Stop existing,” Neil counters, and oh, he’s a funny guy, huh? Andrew has tried this, but it never hurts to try again.

“Deal.” Andrew stubs out his cigarette, then closes his eyes and leans toward the edge of the roof. Neil laughs, grabbing the sleeve of Andrew’s sweatshirt.

Andrew gives up the bit, letting Neil pull him back from the edge as his heart races. Neil keeps pulling until he’s lying back on the concrete with Andrew straddling his lap. Andrew plants his hands at either side of Neil’s head, meeting his stare head on. It’s gotten worse — a hint of amusement alongside the intensity.

“I take it back,” Neil says, pushing Andrew’s hair off his forehead. “You’re not allowed to stop existing.”

“Then how am I supposed to get you to stop?”

Neil shakes his head, biting down on another smile. “Guess you’ll just have to endure.”

Andrew swallows the amusement bubbling in his own throat as he leans down to kiss Neil, and finally, finally, Neil’s eyes flutter closed. But as his hands cradle Andrew’s face, Andrew has to acknowledge that Neil can radiate that thing that makes Andrew feel stripped bare with more than just his eyes. Andrew sighs against Neil’s lips, then presses in closer.

Fortunately, Andrew has always been good at enduring.