#guys i'm writing this for me alone

[skrunksthatwunk]

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

[insomnya777]

do you guys know that youtube dating show called the button. because i was watching it with my friend the other day bc we were bored and we were like this seems funny and i somehow got a boat boys fic idea based off of it. so if i make a fic about the button dating show will people underdtand or is it too niche

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Concern

Notes I

this is a discontinued wip because I didn't know what to add,, anyways MORE FLUFF!!!! can this count as hurt/comfort except it's literal hurt and confrontation ?? who knows,, more chung myung content while I work on the wips :3

He's staring at you. Ah, no. He's frowning, is he angry? He's also bandaged up, did something happen? "You.." Chung Myung starts, and you swear that you see a pout on his lips. Are you laying on the spare bed in the nearby infirmary? Why is he next to you, though? His fingers gently caress your palm, the harshness of his calloused hand making you shiver, his eyebrows furrowing as he observes your hand. "You shouldn't have done that, really. I would have been fine, you know? And now that you went ahead and blocked that attack… You're laying here instead of me, you're so stupidly dumb." He sighs, his eyes still staring at your hand. You didn't do much though, your injuries are nothing compared to his deep ones. Speaking of which, why isn't he in bed right now? Shouldn't he be resting? "Why would I let it hit you?" "..??? What sort of question is that?" "A genuine one." ... He squints at you, his expression doing that thing where it's as if you just told him you're going to throw yourself off a cliff because you couldn't find your favorite cup. [ You did that once. ] "Because I could've easily blocked it?" "In that position? Chung Myung, you were already injured enough. If that hit you then you could've basically said that death knocked on your door once; if you survived, that is." That, kept him quiet for the next few minutes. "You're the idiot," You chuckle, shaking your head. "Just as much as you hate it if I got hurt-" "I loathe it." He interrupts, still a bit frustrated. You simply look at him with a blank look before sighing. "Okay," You nod, "You loathe me getting hurt. We established that multiple times, right? So, you expect me to not be the same way? We both know how stubborn the other is when it comes to such topics, dumbass. Of course I'll feel the same way."

Notes II

I dug deep into my drafts for this one and just edited it a tad bit so um :D

This is your daily reminder to actually communicate with others if you want the relationship to work /hj.. maybe

Eat this up while I continue to work on the reqs.. there's a lot of fluff to write so uh expect some angst after I finish them up :3

[deoidesign]

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[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 15] At First Sight. [Patreon | Commissions]

[xiphiaarts]

Man I might jus be vanilla

[kocch]

if not gay why GAY CODED WHY GAY CODED

WHY GOING ON DATES MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO PERFORM ???? ??? what is going onnn

why why why the freddie mustache. why do you write him as he has problems actually committing to all the women in his life?? Why did he ask his male best friend to take care of his son if he dieS? ??

WHY NOT GAY IF GAY CODED

[volivolition]

guy who's unaware he's gonna spend the next 3-5 hours reworking the lyrics of dream sweet in sea major: haha maybe i'll write a silly little narrative for my hmself, wouldn't that be fun? :)

[bruhstation]

more ace doodles #AUSTRALIANPRIDE

[green-mug-tomato-juice]

odo's whole "i don't choose sides, i'm the outsider, i'm not a collaborator - i investigate crimes objectively, only if someone is guilty i turn them over to cardassian authorities" is so weird to me. because by letting cardassians decide the fate of bajoran criminals, he acknowledges them as having authority on bajor. which they should not, because bajor doesn't belong to them - their claim to power over bajor is inherently violent and is by far the biggest injustice in this whole situation. and since odo defines his whole being by his own sense of justice, you would think he would see that.

[dbphantom]

Hate having adhd went to go work on my fallout modpack, got distracted while going to disable the steam overlay, ended up in the points shop, went to go edit my profile, decided to change my pfp, found a buried folder I forgot existed, found some old Veneer art I forgot existed, spent 45 minutes looking at all the old photos, STILL HAVE NOT TOGGLED ONE SIMPLE OPTION THAT SHOULD'VE TAKEN 30 SECONDS AT MOST

[herefortheships]

Going to bed. Tomorrow's Halloween! It'd be so nice though if I could finish the outline for the book I wanted to write in November. Don't know if I said it here, but I'm doing NaNoWriMo in November but like, not officially lol. Just a writing challenge with my sisters. I want to start something new. But, so far, my outline is so-so. I do have an outline for the sequel to this other book, but I just want to work on something new. Like a very self-indulgent paranormal romance or something like that.

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

Had the thought that The Greatest by Billie Eilish has some Andrew Minyard vibes, minus the romantic bits. More specifically, towards Cass Spear ☹️

"I'm trying my best

To keep you satisfied

Let you get your rest

While I stayed up all night

And you don't wanna know

How alone I've been

Let you come and go

Whatever state I'm in"

"And you don't wanna know

What I would've done

Anything at all

Worse than anyone"

"Man, am I the greatest

My congratulations

All my love and patience

All my admiration

All the times I waited

I made it all look painless

Man, am I the greatest"

"Man, am I the greatest

God, I hate it

All my love and patience

Unappreciated"

"I shouldn't have to say it

You could've been the greatest"

Guys...

[lordgrimwing]

Feanor and Finwe in Formenos

“You know,” Fëanáro said, leaning his head back to look up at the sky. The stars were faintly visible right before and after the mingling this far north. The Valar sought to punish him in banishment, but Formenos was his refuge from their overbearing influence. Even the treelight—that which tempted his father to lead a group through the dangers of Arda to reach Aman—hardly reached him here.  

“Know what?” His father prompted when he failed to finish the thought.

“The Valar—Manwë is not so wise as he would have us believe.” That was not what he intended to say, but his mind had changed from the softer paths it wandered before. The words were old, familiar, bitter on his tongue.

Finwë sighed, deep and long. Fëanáro felt how his chest fell with the loss of air given up to prevent the old argument from resurging. After everything, Finwë still loved the Valar; notwithstanding, he loved his son enough to risk their displeasure by taking up the same exile they forced upon him. He’d all but given up his crown when he rode north, leaving Tirion in Nolofinwë’s care. Even the other Noldor who joined them in Formenos looked to Fëanáro before Finwë.

It filled Fëanáro’s fëa almost to bursting to see the undeniable truth of his father’s love displayed so clearly in his deeds. He was treasured. He, lone son of Míriel, was most beloved in the King’s eye. 

He wished, almost, that his brothers were here to see his triumph. 

He turned his head to rest his cheek on his father’s shoulder. Finwë lifted a hand to smooth his hair and caress the sharp line of his jaw.

“Let us not speak of such things at this hour,” Finwë murmured, voice soft with the stillness that was unique to these times and places beyond the reach of the light of the trees. He turned his face and kissed his son’s scalp.

Fëanáro hummed a wordless agreement to not be difficult. He pressed his back against Finwë’s front and stretched his legs until their feet were tangled together. Comfortable, he lifted his face and closed his eyes and let his father kiss him slowly—tenderly—lovingly—on the mouth.

[greenapplebling]

Ah, yes. The true fanfic experience if you were born around the 2000's:

Start on Wattpad, get traumatized. Move on to AO3, ✨get healed✨

Just don't be like me and try going back to Wattpad bc you think you're "over it". Trust me, it's not worth it

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

*lying facedown on the floor* This fic is 30k and it's 75% percent banter. It's just these two idiots bantering. What the fuck have I done to myself.