#i so want to write

[likeafairytale]

"What do you do with the money?" - a suspicious Yasmeen to Achilles

❛I gamble more. Some people would say I have a gambling problem.❜

Achilles thought he was funny, but Yasmeen did not smile or laugh, which made him pout a little. Looking at the young woman, he did not move from under the tree he was sitting with his book, and she did not come closer to him. She was at a fair distance, and the demigod could tell that she did not like being to close to people, knowing what he observed the past few days, he could understand why. His eyes on her, he saw how wary she was of him, and he would felt a bit offended, if he did not know why she was like that. Indeed, a few days ago, the man successfully stole money from Rhys and Xanthe, without their knowledge. It wasn't surprising to him, Achilles was a master thief, but what was surprising was that Yasmeen caught him. She did not tell anything, she did not make him return the money, but they made eye contact, and he could see the disapproval in her brown eyes. If he cared a little, he would have felt ashamed about that. But he did not care, plus he knew they weren't good people, so why should he have remorse?

His eyes still on Yasmeen, he examined her; she looked familiar. He knew he already saw her somewhere, but he couldn't recall where, which was frustrating. Achilles had such a good memory, and yet, since he arrived at the Seelie Court, he seemed to lack of memory. First with Nathaniel Blackwater, and now with Yasmeen. Why do both of them seemed so familiar, as if he met them before? Why did he dream of them in impossible scenarios? He did not know, but he was dying to found out.

Yasmeen looked away, and he noticed only now how creepy he must be, to look at her so intensely. She must feel uncomfortable, and too used of not saying anything, the only way she found to make him understand was looking somewhere else. Shaking his head, the young man sigh a little before, once again, shrugging.

❛The human world.❜ He suddenly said, bringing back Yasmeen's attention on him. ❛Thereis a lot of people in need there. I go to the human world and give some money to the poor. I feed the youngest.❜

❛You use the money on other people?❜ She asked a bit taken aback, although she tried to not show it, the tone of her voice betrayed her. Achilles felt very much offended by that.

❛I do not use it to get richer, if that's what you were thinking.❜ The demigod answered a bit irritated, but he tried his best to not show it too much. ❛I couldn't care less about my own profit, I'm quite content with my situation, believe it or not.❜

❛Why?❜ Yasmeen questioned, and this time, she showed how surprised she was. It was Achilles turn to be taken aback by her words now. ❛Why don't you keep all the money for you?❜ She asked, but Achilles did not answer. He did not have the time, to be honest, Yasmeen's brain was working, and she put the pieces together, before he could even say anything: ❛Because you were at their place once. You grew up in the street, don't you?❜

Once again, the demigod said nothing. She was observant, he had to admit that. This time, it was he who looked away, not being able to support the young woman's gaze on him. His past wasn't something he liked to dwell on, to be honest, it was quite blurry at the moment, always had been, he did not know why. He could remember a lot of things, but not his past, although, he knew he did not have the best of childhood. Maybe he did live in the street, maybe it was an orphanage, but Achilles saw those places, and orphanage or street, there were no differences in his eyes. He knew that whatever he lived in his childhood, it shaped him to be the vigilante he was today, and he wasn't mad about it. After a few minutes, he sighed and shrugged. His eternal childish smile on his face, he looked back at Yasmeen who was still looking at him, probably trying to read him.

❛I did not have a good childhood, you can say that.❜ He finally admitted, and he realized it was the first time he told that to someone. ❛I just don't like injustice. Why are they all organizing balls for the stupidest reasons, when some people struggle to have food in their table? That's unfair. Yes, I keep some money, because quite frankly, I need it too, but most of it goes to people who truly benefit from it.❜

❛That's honourable.❜

❛That's what they should do.❜ She said nothing to that, surely because she knew he was right. ❛You didn't tell on me. You could have, you would have been in their good grace for sure, but you didn't. Why?❜

❛All these people have too much money anyway. I won't stop you.❜

❛Good to know.❜

❛As long as you don't steal anything from the princess Calypso.❜

❛Oh, now you are spoiling all the fun!❜ He said with amusement, but just as previously, she did not find it funny. ❛She has this gorgeous diamond necklace, I can at least steal that.❜

❛That's her favourite one, I won't let you take it.❜ She was firm, and he knew he couldn't argue. After all she was nice enough to not tell on him, he should push his luck.

❛Such a waste, though.❜

❛Princess Calypso is different. She will help if you as-❜

❛I won't ask for charity to those people.❜

❛Then princess Calypso is out of the question.❜

❛What if I gamble with her and I win?❜

❛You're trying to find loophole.❜

❛That's one of my speciality.❜ He joked and winked at her. Yasmeen was unfazed.

After a while, Achilles stood up, took his bag and gave one apple to Yasmeen. The girl seemed confused by his action, and it took him insisting for her to take the fruit. She looked at it af if it was the most peculiar thing she ever saw in her life, before looking at the young man in front of her.

❛I can't eat anything from the fae kingdom.❜

❛That's from the human world. I don't like their fruits here, they taste weird. Keep it.❜

❛Why?❜

❛You look familiar.❜ He finally admitted to her, and he could see surprise in her eyes. ❛I feel like I meet you before.❜

❛If that was true, I would have remember it. You seem like the kind of man you can't forget easily.❜

❛Thank you.❜

❛It wasn't really a compliment.❜

❛I take that as such anyway.❜ He laughed and shruggled. For the first time, he saw the outline of a smile on her face, and he was proud of him. ❛I know you cannot leave the place, not without your little princess, if you want I can bring you some food.❜

❛Why would you do that?❜ Now she was back at being suspicious, and deep down he couldn't blame her.

❛Because I am a nice person. And because between outsiders we have to stick together, don't we?❜

❛... I suppose you're right.❜

❛You are fun to be around, Yasmeen. A bit too wary in my taste, but still.❜

❛Thank you for the apple.❜

❛You know what they say: an apple a day keeps the doctor away.❜

[luceeelou]

what if i like actually wrote that fic that i started planning at the start of the year? like... what if?

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[sidhewrites]

Being kink positive makes it really hard to be a hater of media rip. I used to love watching “the WORST book I’ve read this year” booktube videos but now its like I hear them ask, “Who is this werewolf smut even for?” Omegaverse fans, next question. “Why would you write this?” Because they find it sexy, can we stop focusing on the ewie yucky kink part and focus on the fact that the author used the word knot five times in a single scene? It’s bad werewolf erotica, but it’s not bad because it’s werewolf erotica like come on

[jjk4isen]

super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.

and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.

and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?

you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.

he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.

[fairiesthrum]

reader who can’t stand satoru but then he gets hit by a curse that turns him into a cat. you find him, to his dismay, and take him home, only for him to realize how different you are when he isn’t around to pester you.

at first, he causes a lot of trouble. breaking things in your house, tearing up the pillows. he just wants to be a human again, but nobody can understand him! but you still take care of him and coddle him no matter how much trouble he causes, so different from how people treat him normally, as if he were a nuisance (which he kind of was on purpose). and he finds himself falling for you without realizing it.

so he stops being a bad cat, steadily losing hope that he’ll ever be human again. and satoru would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy how you stroked him while you read a book or let him sleep beside you at night. maybe it wasn’t so bad? so he decided then if he was going to be just a cat, he was fine with being your cat.

the higher-ups had taken note of his absence, obviously, and he only knows cause you’ve mentioned it to him. you had this endearingweird quirk where you’d talk to him as if he were a real person.

throughout his stay in your home as a house pet, satoru finds out a lot about you. you’ve always kept to yourself, but you vent your frustrations out to him while he’s like this, and he offers his comfort the best he can. which you appreciate, rewarding him with kisses that he secretly enjoys.

once he turns human again, by some miracle, his first thought is to go and find you. and when he does, you give him the cold shoulder like you used to, and it surprises him. before he realizes that, ah, he wasn’t your pet anymore. he was gojo satoru.

satoru realizes his feelings for you in that moment. when he feels the ache in his chest from your dismissive behavior, it leads him to starting his most important mission yet—winning your heart once more.

but this time, it’ll be as a person, not a damn cat.

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[detentiontrack]

When Mabel comes out to Stan, she’s really scared that he’s going to reject her and have an issue with it, so she’s emotional and asks him if he still loves and supports her and he’s just like “??? Kid I’ve been telling you all summer I’m one of the LBTGs” and then it’s her turn to be like “wait what??” because she thinks he had never mentioned a sexuality before, and it turns out Stan had been constantly telling the kids that he’s “ambidextrous” because he thought it meant the same thing as bisexual.

[zackprincebooks]

Me waking up: I want to write

Me eating breakfast: I want to write

Me getting ready for work: I want to write

Me at work: I want to write

Me eating lunch: I want to write

Me driving home: I want to write

Me at home, sitting in front of my laptop:

[hellishattempt]

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[charbroiledchicken]

reblog if you're a writer but would rather drink straight cyanide than show any of your family members your work

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[elodieunderglass]

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

[tswkento]

inappropriately touching nanami in a crowded elevator;

your nimble fingers pulling down the zip of his slacks and your hand sneakily prodding through the freed entrance as he grabs the metal bar behind himself, hoping no one notices anything.

and you’re the perfect picture of nonchalance: pretty face directed forward, the curled corner of your lips that he is able to distinguish from your profile telling him that you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, and your pace unrelenting as you stroke him through his briefs.

up and down, up and down, up and down while kento feels like he is losing his mind, and why the hell is this elevator so slow and there’s so many people and no ounce of shame in you. same for him, though, he is worried if he should be disappointed with himself for giving in to his desires right in the crowded elevator or impressed by how persuasive you can be to convince him that it’s okay.

there was no persuasion from you, by the way — just a cute little smile at him whilst your eyes glimmered with mischief and nanami knew he was fucked.

when the last person, aside from him and you, leaves the elevator, you finally take out your hand in time with him pushing the “stop” button and pressing you against one of the cold walls, one veiny hand wrapping around your throat loosely as the other grips your bottom.

and kento kisses you like a thirsty man drinks water; he devours your mouth until all you can do is twitch in his hold as his thumb presses on your clit just right. rubbing, tugging, teasing and prodding while his lips encase your tongue between them and you grip the sides of his head, ruining his hair.

and when you come with a whiny moan escaping your pretty mouth, no thoughts behind your cloudy gaze and arms gripping his shoulders, nanami barely stops his hips from rutting rhythmically against the smooth surface of your thighs because him being a mess is only for your eyes whilst he doesn’t mind others seeing your fucked out face. they’ll know it’s from him anyway.

[plainclothesdisaster]

Danny’s on the Suicide Squad. He’s the defacto team moral compass and ray of sunshine. He plays the role of the camp counselor that keeps everyone in line. He’s not afraid of working with even the gnarliest of baddies.

Everybody on the team wonders how he ended up locked up with the villains- he never talks about what he did to end up behind bars no matter how much they pester him. Then one day they’re out on a mission and Harley or somebody is caught and tortured. Danny snaps. It’s the opposite of brutal- he takes down everyone in the room with clinical, dispassionate efficiency.

After it’s over and the team is safe he comes back to himself and is almost sheepish. He radios Belle Reve.

“Whoops. Add another couple notches on my power dampener collar, would you Waller?”

“Can’t, it’s already at max.”

“Ah. Well. I’ll have a look at strengthening it when we’re back then.”

The team just stared at him slack jawed. Good thing he’s on their side.