#i'll write u starters

[bnjmin]

somehow throughout everything farm boy ben persists as the only thing in my head

[dreamse]

like this if you have open starters that need love ♡

[elenaes]

brain says nh!elena, anyone interested?

[janiexkim]

status: open (2/5) @sinnerssquarestart location: any neutral bar

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 smelled of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and something faintly metallic. Rust? Blood? Neither would be surprising. Janie stood beneath the spotlight of a street lamp, leaning casually against a brick wall, one foot propped up behind her. Phone to her ear, her voice was hushed at first. “Darling, that’s not what we agreed on,” her voice was velvety, words completely enunciated. Suddenly, her volume rose though her tone was monotone, casual, like she was reading off a list of ingredients. "If I were you, I'd get my memory straight. Quickly. Before I put your dick through a meat grinder and feed it to your family." She ended the call abruptly and turned her head, immediately catching sight of someone. For a split second, her dark eyes glinted with something unreadable. But then, suddenly, she laughed a short burst, and clapped her hands together, "Landlords, am I right? He’s threatening to evict me—again. He can get so pissy sometimes. You know how it is, don't you?"

[jewelstole]

yes i am still alive. hey tumblr community. hope you are well. <3

[rennisaturate]

like this and when i get home i'll lob one of these disasters at u ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨

[darehearts]

if you're reading this know that ily 👀

[swtsours]

i’ll  be  around  tonight  so  lmk  if  anyone  wants  to  write  🖤

[clochanamarch]

a hand lifts, swift and sure, and a fingertip very neatly taps the tip of the other's nose. " BOOP. "

[mvncesa]

He is growling as soon as he notices the other reaching toward him (and the item he stole).

[byanyan]

ㅤseated alone at a table with a cup of coffee that has yet to be touched, byan's gaze is unfocused, staring off into the distance without really seeing anything. they look rather unlike themeself today — their face is bare, their hair down, and they're lacking in their usual excess of accessories. it's hard, keeping up appearances when you simply haven't got the energy. even their clothes are more simplistic than usual: a large and comfortable hoodie — bright pink, as most everything they own is — and the first pair of pants they'd lain eyes on this morning.

in truth, they're almost surprised that they even managed to will themself out of bed this morning. —glad for it, of course, because they'd hate to feel more pathetic and powerless than they already do, but surprised nonetheless. the weight of the world, of everything, has been crushing as of late, and really... the only reason they've managed to overcome it today is so they can get their hands on something to help numb themself to it all. (they've run out. used everything in excess and spent the last handful of nights too drunk or high to do anything, least of all think.)

it's almost their birthday. the thought earns a wry quirk at the corner of their mouth and a humourless breath is pushed through their nose. maybe that's why they want to stay so perpetually fucked up. the anniversary of the day they were brought into a world that never wanted them. a day full of reminders of past disappointments and how much nothing they're worth. joy.

expression souring, a hand swipes for the backpack which rests at their feet and begins a hurried search for their last remaining joint. gotta turn the brain off again. gotta dull the throbbing ache that's buried somewhere deep inside their chest. gotta do something since they can't just rip it all out.

maybe it's not the smartest thing, to light up in such a public space, but that certainly doesn't stop them from raising a lighter to the end of the joint once they find it. at least it's only something as mild as weed this time, right?

[littlegnome145]

Hey, op, no pressure or anything, but everything okay? You said you were gonna upload the next chapter in may and now it's almost july.

The horrors... They got to me (My studies have been getting a bit more intense + writers block, I'm so sorry EIUHIOSWFHUE)

[bejoomi]

* ♪ – everything i wanted

joomi almost has whiplash. mere weeks ago, he felt like he was at rock bottom - all of his friends on next gen, jinyoung being distant, all of it ultimately leaving him feeling utterly alone. he trained mostly by himself; he had writer's block that he couldn't shake, only making matters worse.

in recent weeks, jinyoung has shifted back into himself, and things between them are normal again - not the same as they were last year, but they feel like friends again, more than just in title, and that's what matters most to joomi.

now, ren and dohyun return from next gen, back to the regular training schedule full time, placing them back at joomi's side once again, too. he feels like he can breathe again, but better than that, he's happy - happy to welcome the new trainees from next gen into delta, especially because one of them is stevie. not only is he getting two of his best friends back to train with, but he's gaining a third one.

maybe the waiting and loneliness was worth it, then, if this is what came of it.

now, he sits in the lobby of delta, having arrived far too early, due in part to being too excited to sleep properly the night before. he feels a little childish for it, but ultimately decides to ignore that. he spent the past few months calling himself pathetic for the depth of his sadness. he doesn't want to call himself childish for being happy now. sometimes he pictures sua glaring at him whenever he's tempted to tear himself down for feeling something, knowing very well she'd tell him to stop it if she knew.

so he embraces the excitement. he sits in the lobby of studio delta, watching as sleepy-eyed trainees and staff wander through the front doors, waiting for one familiar face in particular.

eventually, he spots him, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face. he springs up from his seat, shouts, "stevie!" a little too loudly, and charges over to him, enveloping him in a big hug.

"welcome," he says, not moving to release stevie from the hug just yet. "and congratulations. i didn't get to tell you in person." he finally pulls away then, and smiles again. "i'm excited to work with you." he doesn't mean it to sound so business-like. he can't help but laugh.

-- @bexstevie

[thr4ce]

holding every single mutual who writes a bsg muse close to my chest

[pestilight]

hit that heart for a starter! or an ask meme! or just smth for your inbox! who knows what you'll get!

[cosmicloved]

we're going to pretend i didn't get distracted for a week and then get writer's block the next week so, when i finally get to the writing i promised i'd do THIS week, it doesn't seem weird at all <3333 please lie to yourselves for me