#i wrote this in like 45 minutes?

[c2-eh]

Happy birthday beloved @f1-stuff <3 i love you sooooo much i hope your birthday is amazing. Mwaaah, here's tiny something for you, I hope you like it <333

Charles wasn't really sure what was going on. He was gripping the golf club in his hand, as if his life depended on it and he tried to focus on the little white ball in front of him. Or next to him. Whatever, he has no idea how this sport works. He only knows that he has to hit the ball well to make Carlos proud of him.

Charles likes to tell himself he's... okay at golf. At least he can hit the ball, no? As it turned out he was wrong, he is shit. Extremely shit in comparison to Carlos and Lando that were with him right now, so he felt like an idiot trying to perform his best. What didn’t help was these two watching him intently. Carlos with love and fondness, and Lando with calculation.

Honestly, Charles would be lying if he said he wasn't sulking. He was positively on his way to stomping his foot and whimpering in displeasure, because this was boring and his boyfriend looked like he was having too much fun watching him suffering.

He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed – loudly, so they both could hear him – when he hit the ball. Charles watched the little ball flying for a bit and then falling on perfectly green grass, rolling for a second before stopping. Charles wasn’t sure if it was a good hit or not, he just wanted Carlos’ attention to return back to him.

“That was a very good shot, cariño,” Carlos says and moves closer to him, kissing his temple, “but let me show you how to do it properly.”

Carlos’ low voice whispering into his ear sends shiver down Charles’ back and he nods absentmindedly, his mind and body only wanting Carlos close. If he knew that hitting the ball wrong (well, for him it was a good fucking shot) would grant him Carlos plastering himself against his back, he would’ve done it way sooner.

“The posture is the most important thing,” he says and starts to explain how his foot needs to be ahead of the ball, but Charles does not give a flying fuck. The only thing he sees is Carlos’ thighs flexing in his tiny shorts, when he tries to demonstrate the position Charles needs to be in. Charles almost drools at the sight – his strong and hairy thighs on display just for him.

Carlos is talking, explaining how he should be postured and what he’s supposed to do – how to swing and other things Charles doesn’t care about– so Charles is not listening. No, he just wants to drag Carlos close and kiss him till he can’t let a single word out about those stupid golf rules.

So he does exactly that.

Carlos’ lips are soft as always and he responds immediately, dropping the golf club on the ground to hug Charles, his arms tight around his lower back. Charles smiles into the kiss, opening his mouth to let Carlos in.

The kiss is soft and slow, just like many of their kisses when he lets Carlos lead. He savours every moment of it – the press of Carlos’ lips against his. His tongue softly prodding at his mouth, asking for entrance which Charles immediately obeys.

Charles smirks as soon as he feels Carlos’ hands moving lower to his ass, palming his ass first before squeezing it. He’s not sure how long they’ve been kissing for, before he hears Lando groan.

“Can you not? Leave that in private,” he sounds annoyed, but also amused. Charles giggles against Carlos’ mouth and pushes him away. He stumbles away slightly, as if someone had snapped him out of his trance, which consisted of Charles’ mouth. He visibly shakes his head as if he’s some cartoon character, which makes Charles giggle again.

“We will leave the golf lessons for later. When we’re alone,” he says and Charles can hear Lando mumble yes sure, golf lesson to himself.

Charles smiles innocently and turns around, so he can pick up the golf club from where Carlos dropped it. He hears him hiss and smirks, hand outstretched to give it to him, “go win some for me,” he says and kisses his cheek.

He can’t wait for them to get home.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WARMMORNINGSJAMSWARMMORNINGSJAMS

(Warm mornings with jams please)

👀👀👀👀👀👀

Warm Mornings; Jamil Viper

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I was possessed by this vision and I hope that you go into cardiac arrest because of it. Translation for a term of endearment will be at the bottom!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Jamil slowly blinked his eyes, waking up from a dream; a dream that he was visiting one of the Al-Asim’s many vacation homes, the one by the coast. A dream that you were by his side, smiling at him as you excitedly went through all of the rooms. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew that when he saw the driftwood ceiling, and saw your sleeping form next to him.

The Sun was just peeking out from the horizon, golden rays turning the ocean a warm amber, coming through the open shutters and illuminating dust clouds that drifted in the light breeze. 

If Jamil were back in his dorm, or at the Al-Asim estate, he would have already started his day. He would have been making breakfast for Kalim and their lunches as well. He would have been rushing and worrying. But he didn’t have to do that here, he didn’t need to do anything. He could relax.

Sighing, he turns over to face you, and breathes out a silent laugh. Apparently, yesterday had been pretty tiring, since you had dried up drool on your face, and some light snores escaped your mouth every so often. It was a side that he hadn’t really had the opportunity to witness or enjoy. And to Jamil, there was nothing more precious or stunning in his eyes, drool and all. 

You shuffled in your sleep and Jamil froze, fearing that you had caught him in the act of admiring you. He didn’t want you to wake up and find him staring at you. He didn’t want you to think that he was being weird, or breaking some unsaid boundary. But you stayed asleep, and a particularly loud snore escaped from you, which nearly made Jamil snort, almost.

Jamil took one last look at you before deciding it was best to get up and slowly start his day. He sat on the edge of the bed for a bit, taking a mental screenshot of your sleeping face. And before he knew what he was doing, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He didn’t overthink it, and a flare of panic did spring up, but he smothered it just as quickly as it had arisen. What did he have to worry about? There was nothing to worry about. He could be himself here, without worrying about others prying in or interrupting him. But enough dilly-dallying around. He may not be on the clock, but since he was awake, Jamil wanted to start his day.

So, as Jamil got ready for whatever this day may bring, he occasionally checked in on you. He also knew around what time you naturally woke up at, so while he waited for you to awaken from your slumber, he started preparing breakfast for the both of you. Well, your favourite breakfast. 

While he was cooking, he felt your arms latch around his waist, and the weight of your head resting on his back. “Sleep well, habib albi?” Jamil asked, turning down the heat of the stove so your meal wouldn’t burn.

You hummed, “Slept like a rock. Could have slept longer, but it’s warm and I was getting sticky and gross… I probably look like a mess.” You burst out into laughter, imagining the state you must have been in when Jamil woke up who knows how long ago.

“No,” Jamil turned around, still with your arms around his waist, “you never looked better.”

He looked at you with so much softness, love, and vulnerability, that you could have sworn that your heart stopped. Jamil looked ethereal in the gentle, warm, amber rays of sunlight that filtered through the linen curtains. Yet, he was looking at you the same, despite the dried-up drool, frumpled pyjamas, and sleep-crusted eyes.

“Jamil?”

He hummed, prompting you to continue.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

And he smiled at you, a soft, love-filled smile. “Habib albi, you don’t have to,” and he placed a small kiss on your lips. “I know.”

You sighed happily, resting comfortably against his chest. This morning had been warm in more ways than one.

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*habib albi; love of my heart (edit; it's a masc term but at the time I thought it was g/n; femme term is habibit)

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Tags; @krenenbaker @leonistic @xxoomiii @eynnwwyjth @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996

[cherry-berry-candy]

see my issue with tv theory being true is that there's also like. 70 other things we need to resolve by the end of the next episode (imo)

why was susan twist appearing everywhere? what's the deal with ruby's mother, to whatever extent that will get answered? why was the master vainglorious playing (unless that was just a bad call and rtd/murray thought we just wouldnt think that hard about it? like it was weeping angel theme for zygon statues sort of deal? or it was some sort of bait?)? who is mrs flood? why was there so much susan foreman stuff going on (unless that was also purely a bait)? WHAT IS SUTEKH'S ACTUAL PLAN DURING THE EPISODE THERE ALSO NEEDS TO BE A MAIN PLOT

and then there's things from the trailer. where is this desolate wasteland? how do we get in the (ostensibly) real TARDIS? how do we get there and at a point where ruby and 15 are just like. preparing? on top of being in the memory TARDIS at one point?

do we have time for all of that and for a tv reveal? because that's going to require some Time

[halfratsalready]

The bullet point outline for my holiday exchange fic is a third of the word count minimum…

I was thinking this was going to be short and sweet and not another novella situation, but now I’m not so sure about that.

[nanistar]

planning a big update soon! very excited about it. meanwhile, listen to expositionburn tell her story. BTW. it’s been about 4-5 years since the events in the prologue

TAPAS / CHRONO COMMISSIONS

[writingsoftheghost]

First Dinner Together

(Takes place right after AA)

Virgil didn't know what to do. He'd gone over every possible scenario in his head of how this would go, and they all ended horribly. He really wanted to back out, but he promised Patton he would try to be more involved and present. And Virgil knew this was the easiest way to do that., but the sound of all of them laughing in the kitchen made Virgil more anxious to interrupt than anything else he'd ever experienced in his entire life.

Ok, while that was probably not true, it felt true in the moment. Virgil was just about to accept defeat, resigning himself to eating later after everyone else had gone to bed again, when Logan turned the corner and bumped into Virgil, nearly knocking him over.

"Apologies, Virgil!" Logic said, surprised, "I wasn't expecting to see you down here."

Virgil cringed and began to turn tail, "Sorry I was just-"

But Logan grabbed his arm, "Wait!"

Virgil jerked away at the sudden contact, but halted his escape attempt.

Logan had a sheepish look about him, embarrassed by his reaction, but he wanted to encourage Virgil to stay. "Would you like some spaghetti? Patton made a lot so there's plenty extra?"

Virgil relaxed slightly, an invitation from two out of three of them helped tremendously, he wouldn't hold his breath for Roman, but maybe Princey would tolerate him for a few minutes. "Yeah, sure."

Logan suppressed a sigh of relief, he had pulled it off.

"Virgil!" Patton rushed to give Virgil a hug.

"Easy, Pat." Virgil fights to keep his lungs full of air.

"Sorry, sorry. Just so happy to see you, kiddo. You come for my spaghetti? Best in the Mindscape!" Patton rushes back into the kitchen, "I'll make you a plate! Go sit!"

"Anxiety?" Roman is suddenly staring at Virgil way too much for comfort. "Hm- a-Virgil." He corrects. "You're joining dinner tonight?" He tilts his head with the question.

Virgil feels like shrinking into nothingness, "Uh, yeah, I guess. Unless it's like, not, uh, good? For me to do that I mean-I don't-like-it's okay if that's not-I don't have to..."

Virgil is about to make a second much more urgent escape attempt, when Roman stops him.

"It's alright."

Virgil stares at him for a moment, attempting and failing to read Creativity's thoughts. Was he really sincere?

"Oh, uh, yeah? Alright, cool." Virgil anxiously moves toward the table, he doesn't know which seat to pick, and he absolutely can't handle the idea of sitting in someone else's seat.

Patton quickly comes to his rescue though, setting an almost overflowing plate of spaghetti down on the table. "Here, Virge. Sit by me."

The parental side gives Virgil the warmest smile he's ever seen. Virgil's face heats up at the kindness from the other side. "Thanks, Pat." He takes a seat. Patton sitting down directly next to him with his own plate.

Virgil jumps slightly as Roman sits down on the other side of him.

Roman gives him an awkward slight smile, his eyes land on Virgil's plate, which Patton had piled impossibly high with spaghetti.

"Good god, Pat. That's a mountain!"

Patton smiles sheepishly, "Sorry, Virge. I just wanted to make sure you had plenty to eat."

Virgil chuckles, "Thanks, Patton. I'll be all set for the week."

Logan laughs, "Careful, Virgil, if you manage to eat it all Patton will try to give you seconds."

Patton swats Logan's arm playfully, "Is it a crime to make sure my family is fed?"

Virgil laughs, his heart warming at the implication that he was family. He was easing more and more into the idea, and even beginning to hope that this wouldn't be their last shared meal.

[starplusfourletters]

[leafsfromthevine]

boy did i have a fun night

[anothermonikan]

I straight up don't care. I'm straight up vibing. I'm straight up about to go eepy mode.

[reggiestein]

whats angel food cake and licorice cookies dynamic like??? Also I luv ur art sooo much it’s so cute ^_^

THANK U!!!!!!!!!!🙏🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ i love getting asks its so fun🥰🥰 so sorry for taking so long i wanted to write something actually decent😭

ALSO if u ever wanna send an ask about her or them.....pleasee do i love answering asks its soo fun

They r dumb and dumber. With angel being the dumber but for good reason because she only fell to earthbread like. a year ago.

Shes grown but shes definitely still learning about how to like..be alive and feel n everything. Its especially weird for her since shes an extrasensory being. Which btw i really need to make a post specifying what powers she has -_-

When she fell to earthbread (fallen angel💪💯) licorice found her in the woods while on a mission and was like "hey…powerful looking thing…i should totally bring this back to dark enchantress☝️". De finds super interest in her after learning about why shes there and what her background was like, claiming she has a "seed of Darkness inside". So they just kind of. keep her in the castle.

They sometimes let her leave on missions with either the whole CoD or just licorice if he needs her/she wants to go. Poison mushroom style.

^Which choco werehound and bat-cat don't really mind, having an identity-struggling cake that can fly is pretty fun for both of them, especially since she respects others regardless of status.

Okay so ACTUALLY getting to them, since de gives angel more attention (being built as a weapon mother gothel style requires more care than the Average CoD), licorice didnt really like her much at first. Finding her useful at best (being able to sense when others are near, being able to locate known objects with ease), and annoyingly slow at worst.

Shes really curious and just generally a very creative and empathetic person, when they spend more time together, his bitterness fades out a bit.

I have a lot of like cutesy type romantic stuff with them but idk.😭 I'll try to keep all that here so you can skip it if you want. Angel loves to invite him over to her room (presuming the cod all live in the castle... If they dont pretend i said she invites him to the castle) and hang out behind Dark Enchantress' back, Licorice usually says no before theyre together, but every once in a while he'll have a particularly bad day and begrudgingly agree to watch a movie or whatever angel feels like doing at the time. Arts and crafts or knitting or cooking or. Glassmaking or something idk shes always on her own thing.

Angel is very curious about cookies and Earthbread so shes constantly "bothering" Licorice about what his missions are like when she can't go. Or she asks about very mundane/normal things.

"Wow, so you all went to compete with royalty..? That's amazing... I wish I was there, too!🥰"

"So you just camp during missions? You sleep outside..? I wish I could do that... You and me should go camping sometime..."

She has a lot of interest in him due to both him being expressive and him being a very talkative and active cookie, seeing him as someone she can genuinely relate to. They are just very sweet i like them😁

[themagnificentmx]

me ?? writing fiction ?????

[eleven-words-of-wisdom]

EWOW 5A (VOTING)

EWOW 5A is out!

Whether you're a contestant or not, you can now vote on the prompt: "You are sent back to the year 5555 BCE. Convince the people there you're a god."

There have been some changes to the voting system.

These are the changes:

For up to 20 votes, each vote will have 1 vote power.

Any responses voted on multiple times will have the vote power for that specific response decrease.

There is a limit, though: if you vote more than 20x, your individual vote power will then go down.

This means that casting 200 votes is equivalent to casting 20.

Voting instructions:

Vote the responses from best to worst, with best being leftmost and worst rightmost.

The only valid votes include all 11 responses on each screen.

You may vote more than once - it's encouraged to do so.

You may vote in multiple comments.

You have until Monday, July 15th 11:59 PM PDT to cast your vote(s).

Time conversion and the reasons for the change under the cut.

(TIME CONVERSION - CLICK IT.)

It uh. Loops around. maybe there's a better way of doing this whatever lol

Reasons for the change:

Previously, if you voted multiple times in EWOW, your vote weight was split between those separate votes. This meant that, no matter how much you voted, your voting power would stay the same.

This was to keep someone from manipulating the leaderboard by voting multiple times.

However, this meant that people who voted several times on different responses would have their influence reduced, disincentivizing people from voting more than once.

This won't work for EWOW because the EWOW team wants people to vote on more responses to make data more accurate.

[iviedream]

a veil of blue surrounds

my ears stained by sounds

while my tears are unable to resound

making me silently drown

[oddinary4bts]

I love how your brain works cos what do you mean you have already written 2.4K words. You must really love writing angst

I do🥲 but I am also in general just a really quick writer hahaha I use bots on discord to do writing sprints and it just makes me shit words fr

[quaranmine]

How long does that potion last?

Hi! Here's a guide I wrote for how long Minecraft potions last in approximation with real time. This is for Java edition only, and hopefully will be useful in stuff like fanfiction.

For reference, a full Minecraft day is 20 minutes in-game. That's 10 minutes of daytime, 3 minutes of dawn/dusk, and 7 minutes of night. I will be equating 10 minutes of daytime = 12 hours of a real-life day. I'm calculating this via comparing percentages, so let me know if I have messed up the math. Potion times are from the wiki and instant potions such as healing or harming are left out for obvious reasons.

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20-22 second potions: Potion of Slowness IV; Potion of the Turtle Master I and II; Potion of Poison II; Potion of Regeneration II

Lasts approximately 0.396 hours real-time, or 23 minutes and 46 seconds (for 20 seconds potion length)

40-45 second potions: Potion of Poison; Potion of the Turtle Master +; Potion of Regeneration

Lasts approximately 0.9 hours real-time, or 54 minutes (for 45 seconds potion length)

1.5 minute potions: Potion of Regeneration +; Potion of Swiftness II; Potion of Strength II; Potion of Leaping II; Potion of Slow Falling; Potion of Poison +; Potion of Weakness; Potion of Slowness

Lasts 1.8 hours real-time, or 1 hour and 48 minutes

3 minute potions: Potion of Swiftness; Potion of Fire Resistance; Potion of Night Vision; Potion of Strength; Potion of Leaping; Potion of Water Breathing; Potion of Invisibility

Lasts 3.6 hours real-time, or 3 hours and 36 minutes.

4 minute potions: Potion of Slow Falling +; Potion of Weakness +; Potion of Slowness +

Lasts 4.8 hours real-time, or 4 hours and 48 minutes.

5 minute potions: Potion of Luck

Lasts 6 hours real-time.

8 minute potions: Potion of Swiftness +; Potion of Fire Resistance +; Potion of Night Vision +; Potion of Strength +; Potion of Leaping +; Potion of Water Breathing +; Potion of Invisibility +

Lasts 9.6 hours real-time, or 9 hours and 36 minutes.

Tipped arrows, according to the wiki, last 1/8th the time of their corresponding potion if applicable. Since that might vary, I'm not going to calculate them all here.

Go forth and have fun writing! I wrote this post nearly 2 years ago, drafted it, and forgot about it. I hope it can be of some use for writers.

[parfaitblogs]

perfect night 𝜗𝜚 s. reid x reader

in which your boyfriend pays not enough attention to you when you especially need it. 

spencer reid x fem!reader. fluff. 0.5k words. established relationship. reader is (semi) drunk and wearing makeup.

a/n: wrote this in 45 minutes. you can tell. i have a super crazy weird condition where i have to write fluffy drunk!r x spencer every two weeks or else ill die. apparently. here’s a draft because i feel like i need to post but also i have nothing to post..

spencer reid who looks up when his door handle rattles at the late hour of three a.m., though concern is nowhere to be found in his body because he can hear giggles and incoherent mumbling from the other side. who pretends to be engrossed in his work when you finally stumble inside, humming of the last song you remember listening to — poker face? maybe. you're not too sure, actually. your lips wet from licking them too many times, the top of them stained from reapplying your lip liner in your phone camera while drunk — you cannot properly do it in that state. 

spencer reid who doesn't even flinch when you slur out a 'hiiii' and climb into his lap at his desk, and only wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest with an acknowledging hum. who looks over your shoulder as he continues to scribe away at the paper in front of him, while you kiss all over his neck. spencer reid who turns his attention to you when your index finger pokes into his shoulder, asking 'what's wrong, honey?'. who laughs at you when you huff that he isn't paying attention to you, before explaining that he 'needs to finish this case report'.

spencer reid who compromises that by the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, he will be done, and then he's all yours for the rest of the night. who laughs again when you very happily get off of him, and bounce towards the bathroom — you did crash into the wall right next to the door (he was concerned until you started laughing at yourself about it). who smiles when you return smelling less like alcohol and more like that body wash he oh-so loves, in his shirt which was another can of worms that had him smiling. 

who lets you climb back into his lap — now on the couch — and finally, finally pays you some proper attention. hands bunching the fabric of his shirt around your hips, staring at your still tipsy-induced grin. who traces circles on your hip bones and asks 'did you have a good night?'. who listens intently as you tell him everything that happened — or, as much as you can remember. which wasn't a lot, but he didn't seem to mind your long pauses and 'wait let me think's cutting up your explanation. 

spencer reid who waited until you confirmed you had finished telling him everything before he kissed you — an action you were sure he had wanted to do for awhile (he always waited until you had finished talking to kiss you. he refused to cut you off). who swallowed your laughter and randomised noises and huffs time and time again, until you were falling quiet and, eventually, limp. 

and spencer reid who must have taken you to bed when you fell asleep, because you woke up under blankets and to the smell of peppermint from the diffuser across the room for your head.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly ♡