#im a strugglin' so hard

[naomistares]

okay which tlt bit should i comic-atize next because i genuinely enjoy doing them

[sophiethewitch1]

in my hater era

[mementoasts]

jonathan sims head archivist of the magnus institute london

[exo-enjoyer]

to artists in the destiny fandom that mainly draw exos: how

[wildtornado-o]

I am speaking into the void with this one but What would. The captains fashion senses be if they were modern (out of uniform I mean) i cant rlly think of anything except Little would wear cozier clothes like sweaters n stuff lol

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

bruh some parts in re4r are so fuckin hard LMAO

[banjopolishh]

MY HUSBAND REQUESTED THIS !

“Needy and desperate” he said ..

I LOVE YOU BABE !

this is nsfw!

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“I’ll be back in an hour or two, be good.” Stanford’s voice replayed in Fiddleford’s mind. He could almost picture Stanford's warm smile, but time went on. Fidds couldn’t stand it.

Be good. Hm.

The young man frowned at the thought of not having Ford at the house with him. He needed him, and it was apparent.

“I don’t think he’ll mind… I need it.” Fiddleford grabbed a photo of Stanford from the nightstand and settled into their bed, holding the photo in front of himself.

“Fuck. If he catches me, ohhh god.” The thought of Ford walking in on him scared him, yet - turned him on. Fidds pulled down his boxers, watching his erection spring out.

“Mm. Fu..ck.” He held Ford’s picture in one hand, and his cock in the other. Fiddleford’s eyes were half-lidded as he stroked up and down slowly.

“Ford..Ford! Ford. Sir, Fuck!” His head fell back as he fucked his hand. He needed to cum all over the photograph, he needed to cum in Ford’s mouth.

All a sudden, a low chuckle came from the doorway; it was Stanford. Fidds gasped as soon as he heard him, his footsteps were silent.

“Haven’t been a good boy, have you? What did I tell you, hm?” Ford began walking slowly over to his lover, pinning his body to the bed with all his strength. Fiddleford was helpless against him, he couldn’t move.

“I’m sorry, Ford. I just… you’d been gone for a while, and I couldn’t help it.” His voice began to falter, embarrassed at how desperate he was.

“Couldn’t wait for me? How pathetic. Did you really need my cock that badly?” Ford quipped, smirking as Fidds became more erect.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just really need you, I’ve been strugglin’ all night. Needin' your dick. I’ve been good all week, Stanford. I’ve been so, so good.” Fiddleford was near tears; he was desperate to be filled by his owner.

Stanford looked him up and down as Fidds laid beneath him, precum was dripping out of the smaller man’s cock.

“Awww, how could I say no to you, baby? You’re right, you’ve been very good. How about I give you what you need? Move aside.” Ford loosened his grip on Fidds and let him move onto the other side of the bed.

“You’re going to please me, while I please you, okay? You’ll be a good boy and cum with me.” The brunette removed her own pants, then her boxers. His full length already dripping with precum, the sight of Fidds only making his erection worse.

“Mhmhm! Yesyesyes, please. I promise I’ll be good, Ford. ’m going to be so good.” Fiddleford eyed down Stanford, watching as the scientist laid down next to him. Ford smirked, grabbing Fidds’ hand, and putting it on his hard length.

“Go ahead, stroke my cock, baby.” He cooed, moving Fiddleford’s hand up and down swiftly.

“Fuckkkkk. Fidds. Good boy.” Ford grabbed Fidds’ dick, his six fingers wrapping around the base. He began jacking his lover off, moaning as he felt his own dick being rubbed.

Fuck it felt so good.

“Ah, ah. Ford. Oh, please.” Fiddleford was over the moon. With every stroke, he became closer and closer. His mind completely melting, he was putty in Ford’s hands.

“Fidds! Shit! Fuck, faster!” Stanford was a moaning mess, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He kept thinking about Fiddleford’s tight hole, and his delicious cock.

They turned to face each other, kissing passionately. Their tongues intertwining and moans escaped their lips as their strokes became faster.

“Shit-Ford. Im gonna- oh fuck.” Fiddleford was about to release him at any moment, but he refused to go without Ford.

“Fiddleford. Fidds! I’m - FUCK! Come with me, darling.” Their breathing became erratic and heavy, they kissed once more, before they released all over the others hand.

“Ahah..Fuck.” Fidds’ sighed and laid on Ford’s chest, feeling the after effects of his orgasm.

“Good. Good boy. That was amazing, baby.” Ford kissed the top of Fiddleford’s head. He smelled like cologne.

Fiddleford pecked Ford’s cheek, the afterglow of their orgasms enveloping them.

“Are you tired, honey?” Ford asked, running his hands through Fidds’ hair.

“Yeah…are you?” Fiddleford’s voice was soft, dripping with exhaustion.

“Very. Let’s go to bed, lovely. I’ll see you in your dreams.”

“Goodnight, Stanford. I love you.”

“I love you most.”

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im high as fuck! i love u hubby thank you for request hehehe

[dinsdjrn]

things that haven't happened yet | javier pena

javier pena x bottle girl!f!reader

summary: they kept everything professional, but some things change. [w.c 2.8k]

warnings: 18+, smut and angst, reader is an informant in danger, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, ambiguous ending ig (?) as always if i missed something lmk!

a/n: anyone else have the i can see you brain rot rn... bc i have 17 requests i could have written but this came out of me instead... please be gentle with it im... strugglin to post.

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It was the early hours of the morning as you walked briskly through the streets after your shift. You kept your head down and all that you could hear was the soft rise and fall of your breathing. You weren’t walking fast enough to warrant heavy breathing, but you did carry information that made your chest rise and fall as if you had sprinted to the familiar apartment.

You rasped on the door three times, no answer. You knocked again, harder this time. 

It swung open and revealed a very tired Javier Peña.

“What the fu- what are you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, but this can’t wait,” Your eyes shifted over your shoulder. 

He studied your face for a moment before bringing you in.

“And you’re sure the information is good?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“As good as my life, Javier.” You let out a shaky breath. 

“Shit,” He spoke to himself. 

“I was the only one in there with Diego and Felix. They don’t trust any of the other girls,” You chuckled at the irony of everything. “They think they’re all sleeping with you.” 

“And you?” He said. 

“Nobody sees me as more than the bottle girl who won’t put out. I’m the only one that knows, and I know it’s information you can use. It’ll put a target on my back, so it would be a really great time for that visa you promised me.” 

He turned rubbing his hand across his chin and made his way to the phone against the wall. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing that if the DEA didn’t protect you this information could cost you your life. You were the only girl in the private booth, there was no other fly on the wall.

Javier was quiet about his conversation, he would turn back and look at you periodically. You were hopeful, but you weren’t stupid, if they couldn’t get you out you’d have to flee. An out with the US DEA is much more likely to result in life than fleeing through the Colombian jungle. 

“Okay, gracias,” Javier hung the phone up and walked to a drawer in the kitchen. 

He handed you a passport and envelope. You flipped open and saw your face but not your name.

“How long have you had this?” You asked, taken aback. 

“Not long, but we knew you would need it sooner rather than later.” He said. 

“Okay,” you said. “I guess it’s time to disappear.”

“We can book you on a flight tomorrow night, it gives you time to say goodbye to any family.”

“It’s just me, don’t have anyone to say goodbye to,” You laughed awkwardly, 

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching toward you. 

“I’m a fly on the wall, Agent Peña. It’s easier not to have anyone, better to go unnoticed,” 

“You haven’t gone unnoticed,” He said, stepping closer to you. The air became thick and heavy with tension. 

“I should go, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” You said, placing the envelope of cash and your new passport in your bag. 

“As far as I’m concerned, we no longer have business with one another,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip, pondering the accusation. He was right, and it wasn’t like Javier Peña was a hard sell. He was gorgeous and he knew it. 

“I should pack, if I’m to make this flight,” You said, stepping toward him this time your hand coming to rest gently on his chest.

He gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze made you desperate to shy away, but he had a pull to him that made it impossible. 

“There’s a lot of things you should do,” he emphasized, “But stay, please. Just for tonight,” He spoke softly. 

His hand drifted down your neck to your collarbone where he brushed the strap of your black tank top off your shoulder. 

“Javier, I’m nobody. I-,” you paused, “I’m going to disappear.” 

“You’ve always been somebody to me, hermosa,” he kissed your shoulder where your tank top had previously rested. 

“Since the moment I met you, I knew you were more than what you gave yourself,” He spoke. 

Before you had time to respond he gently nipped at your neck eliciting a soft gasp from you. 

“Tell me stop,” He spoke seriously as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“Javier,” you hesitated, sounding more like a question than a warning. 

“If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell me to stop,” he looked at your face again trying to decipher any hint of fear or regret. 

His large hand held your jaw gently and his thumb slowly rubbed your cheek. He was comforting and reassuring. It almost felt wrong for the stone cold DEA agent, Javier Peña, to be looking at you with soft eyes and affectionate touches. 

You leaned up toward him, your lips were so close to his you could feel his breath against yours. 

“Don’t. Don’t stop,”  

And that was all he needed before his lips encapsulated yours in an all encompassing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke all the words Javi couldn’t. Passion, lust, and remorse for the situation he put you in. 

Your mouths moved against one another as if you had been starved of kisses your whole lives. Javier gently bit your bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape you. 

Your soft moan ignited something within him. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist and he forcefully turned your back to him. He pushed you toward the wall and you placed your hands against it. 

His hands pulled your hips into his own, grinding himself against your ass. 

“Ah, fuck,” He groaned, “Baby you are so fucking hot,” 

“Javi,” you sighed.

His hands had begun to work your tank top away from your skirt they explored under the thin material and up your back unclasping your bra. He crouched slightly gripping your hips again and kissed your back. His hands dragged your shirt up your sides once again, stopping just below your breast. You swear you heard him inhale sharply, you arched your back slightly knowing you would grind against the strained package in his jeans. 

He growled at the sensation pulling your shirt and bra over your head and throwing across the room.

He flipped you around again, pressing your back to the wall, and pushing himself against you. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and legs around his hips. He used one hand to grip your thigh tightly holding you up. This caused your skirt to ride up your thighs and your panties to be directly against Javi’s jeans. You could feel his cock painfully hard pushing against the material and there was too much fabric between you. 

Before you had a chance to say anything Javier’s lips found yours again, this time more lustful, passionate and messy than before. Your tongue danced with his as you brought your hands to his chest to make quick work of his button up. He let go of your leg and you gently brought your feet to the floor as you pushed the cotton t-shirt off his shoulders.

You took a second to drink him in as you began to work on his belt. He was lean and tan, and looked like the devil himself with his hair tossed and chest rising and falling heavily. 

As you unbuttoned his jeans, he brought his hands to your breasts massaging your nipples into hard peaks. 

He had brought his mouth to your nipple gently swirling it around his tongue before dragging his teeth across it. You whimpered at the sensation, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking toward him. He made sure to give the same attention and care to the other nipple before slowly kissing down your belly. 

“Fuck Javi, on your knees,” you instructed breathlessly. 

He sank onto his knees, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs pushing your skirt up to reveal your soaking panties. 

“Fuck baby, so ready for me,” he inhaled before kissing the small article of clothing. 

His fingers hooked on either side of the lace waistband pulling them down your legs. Once they reached your ankles you kicked them off anxiously awaiting Javi’s mouth to find your pussy. 

He kissed up your thighs and slowly licked the space where the inside of your thigh met your hip. you raised one leg over his shoulder, spreading yourself for him. He used his tongue to lick between your folds up until he found your clit. 

Your knees were weak and he held you against the wall. Working his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 

Strings of moans, curses, and Javier’s name fell from your lips as you began to come undone. 

“Fuck, shi-,” you cursed as Javi’s fingers began toying with your opening. 

“So fucking wet for me baby,” He praised.

“You want my hands too, princesa?” He put his lips against you again gently sucking your clit. 

“I’m no princess, Javier,” you said as you ran your hands through his hair. 

“Hmm, you didn’t answer the question,” he pulled away from you momentarily, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Javi. And quit being such a teasing asshole,” You tugged his hair back toward you. 

“You have no idea how big an asshole I can be, princessa,” he teased, immediately pushing two fingers inside you before you could respond. 

You gasped at the sensation, he shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up, still pumping his fingers inside you curling them exactly where you needed to be sent into a fit of whimpers and moans. His thumb found your clit circling with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. His mouth found your neck nipping and sucking at your most sensitive spot just behind your ear. 

“Javi, babe, so close,” You panted. 

“Don’t be shy, come on my fingers. Tell me how good you feel, hermosa,” Javi spoke roughly in your ear. 

“Fuck, so fucking good Javier,” you mewled and with that your first orgasm came crashing over you. Whimpers and moans spilled from you as the waves of pleasure coursed through you. 

Javier brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them before bringing his thumb to your lips. 

“You are so fucking special, I wish we had done this sooner,” He sighed. 

“You should never mix business with pleasure, Agent Pena,” You spoke softly. 

“Yes, we are keeping it very fucking professional,” He spoke before kissing you again. He gripped your thigh just below your ass and you kissed him back feverishly. 

Your hands moved just below the waist band of Javi’s jeans again, this time pushing them down over his ass. He broke the kiss to push them down the rest of the way and remove them. Leaving you both in nearly nothing. 

He pulled you toward the couch guiding you between kisses. He sat down on the leather couch and you drank him in all over again. The way his legs lazily spread apart making him even broader. His arms reached for you. 

“You can have a seat if you’d like,” He said gently tugging your waist toward him. 

You pulled back slightly, “I will, but first we need to make sure you’re comfortable,” 

He hummed in response. You kneeled before him, kissing his thighs and nipping at them slightly. 

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his briefs and he lifted his hips slightly so that they would be more easily removed. His cock sprung free onto his stomach, the tip reddened and leaking precum. You knew he must’ve been painful strained in his jeans. 

You stood in front of him and hiked your skirt above your waist as you brought your thighs to either side of his hips. You slowly began to grind onto his cock nothing in the way to feel how hard he was against you. His hips bucked to meet yours. 

“Let me fuck you, I want see you bounce on my cock,” He said clearly unable to contain himself. 

“Please,” you begged. 

You slowly raised yourself again, positioning him at your entrance. You slowly brought your hips down to meet his, you both groaned at the sensation. He was big and full and began slowly rocking his hips against yours. 

His hands found their way around your back. One on your lower back to steady you, the other gripping your shoulder. you slowly began to rise and fall against him, riding him back and forth. 

“Jesus, fuck- so fucking tight,” He groaned. 

“So fucking perfect for me, princessa,” he continued. 

His hips began to thrust to meet yours as moans and the slapping of skin filled the room. You both were blissed out on the feeling of his cock ramming into your pussy, it was addicting the sounds coming from him. 

With every thrust his hips dragged across your clit, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. His mouth found your breast once again gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple as you bounced. 

His thrusts became more erratic as you went and you knew that neither of you were going to last much longer. 

“Javier, fuck, so close. So so good baby,” You whimpered.

“Waited so fucking long for you,” He mumbled. “Needed to see you, know you.” 

You brought your lips to his neck, changing the angle slightly. Javi was ramming into you now, both of you quickly coming undone. 

Your orgasm washed over you first as you groaned and cried Javier’s name. 

“Oh fuck gonna-“ He said pulling out of you, gripping his cock. Quickly coming on your skirt and his own hand.

His hip bucked a few more times and his face twisted and he let out a few moans. 

You collapsed onto his chest and he began gently stroking your back. You were both hot and sticky but your post orgasmic bliss took over. Neither of you made any rush to move or speak for nearly ten minutes. Your mind raced with the possibility of tomorrow 

“Thank you, Javier. Just for everything,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes at the finality of everything. 

“Hm. Your thank you is starting to sound an awful lot like goodbye,” 

“Javi,” You whispered an edge to your tone. You pushed yourself off him. 

“I think we should clean up,” you sighed and made your way down the hall to the bathroom. 

Javier followed suit, neither of you said anything as you rinsed your legs and skirt off. You sighed frustrated as your skirt was now damp and you would have to wear it home. 

“I have something you can wear home,” he said while he washed his hands. 

“Uh Javi- it’s okay,” your words fell over one another. 

“You could also just stay here,” He said, reaching for you. 

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” You took his hand in yours and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“We could protect you here. I won’t let them touch you, I just fuck-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

You didn’t know much about Javier but you knew he could be soft with those he cared about and he was always soft with you. You knew he could be an asshole, but he had losses not many could understand. 

“You and I both know that’s not possible,” You kissed his hand. 

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. You’ll be here bringing Colombia back to peace, and I will be another notch in your playbook,” You let go of his hand and made your way back to the living room. 

You grabbed your discarded bra and tank top slipping them back on. Javier joined you in the living room a few moments later, now clad in sweatpants and holding a pair out for you. 

“Thanks,” You smiled at him, slipping your skirt off and the soft sweats on. 

“Hey, uh- before you go,” Javi shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable. 

You looked up at him. 

“Just, when you get somewhere safe. Find a way to let me know, ok?” He said holding out a small note card with an address scribbled on it. 

You smiled at him sighing.

“Goodbye Javi,” You kissed his cheek and brushed past him to the door. 

It hurt knowing you were leaving your home. And as the warm air of the Colombian night hit you for what may be the last time, you realized, you finally had someone to say goodbye to.

tags: @skysmiller @beskarandblasters @harriedandharassed @cupofjoel @darkroastjoel @tightjeansjavi @morning-star-joy @sinsofsummers @cavillscurls @thetriumphantpanda & will be tagging main taglist just wanna get this posted!!

[jackalopescruff]

hihihi ummmmm puppy just wanted to say it thinks its so so cool that u use it/puppy pronouns like its hard to explain cuz puppys silly but it saw ur bio then its head just kinda like exploded? it was holy shit yes thats what puppy is cuz its been strugglin w/ identity n pronouns n stuff so like!!!! yeag tysm uwu

YES!!! WELCOME TO THE PUPPY CLUB!!!! Im glad i helped u be more u!!! awawawaw wagwagwag

[pahtoosh]

strugglin’ (lee edition)

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18+

wc: 460 words

warnings: mentions of lee’s past as a neglected student🥺 soooo cheesy at the end. its lee bodecker! i love him and im gonna be cheesy about it i can’t help myself!

a/n: *chanting* more lee bodecker! more lee bodecker! more lee bodecker!

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee with a little who’s struggling in school

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Lee’s never been a great student

he had a rough home life when he was in school and that was never taken into consideration by his teachers, so he slipped through the cracks

he was no stranger to skipping classes or even cheating on assignments, but he doesn’t want that for you

Lee wants to give you anything you need to be a capable, brilliant student because no one did that for him

he knows his baby is smarter than he is and he wears that badge proudly

he lets you talk through concepts with him and even though he doesn’t understand a lick of what you’re saying, he doesn’t mind at all

Lee does love when you take the time to make sure he understands stuff though, he feels a deep level of satisfaction from getting his brain to work a different way

when you’re struggling with school, Lee’s reaction is to distract you from it

his job is to make you feel better so that you can come back with a fresh mind and accomplish whatever it is you need to do

he’ll take you on whatever adventure suits your needs that day

need some fresh air? he’s taking you to your favorite park, even though it’s the furthest one from the house, and you’re going on a lovely walk and having a picnic!

Lee makes sure you go on the swings before your picnic

he loves hearing your squeals when he pushes you super high in the air

his sweet baby always wants to make things fair, so he’ll go on the swings for a couple minutes just to make you happy

nobody would believe their eyes if they saw the sheriff sitting on a too-small swing with his baby trying their hardest to push him

he doesn’t go very high(partially because you can’t push him that hard and partially because he uses his feet to counter your push because he gets dizzy)

but you’re both so happy and just giggling with each other

when you come back home, you feel so much more relaxed

the day out with your daddy was exactly the fresh start you needed

for the rest of the week, you are so determined and more productive than before!

Lee’s so proud of you and happy that he was able to help in some way

he makes a comment about you getting to smart for Knockemstiff and leaving for a place where your beautiful mind can be appreciated by your job and those around you

he says it in a lighthearted way, but you can see the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you leaving

you shake your head and give your daddy a big hug

“I already feel appreciated here.”

[lunaz-virtual-diary]

entry # 4

aaaauh I passed out !! sorry !! but I just woke up !! ໒꒰ྀི ꩜ ᯅ ꩜; ꒱ྀི১

I got up wayy earlier today!! I cleaned up the kittenz' playpen, cleaned my room, etc. I wanted to draw but I didn't really have the time. I also haven't done any school this week... haha.... I'll work on it tomorrow I've gotta promise myself that! the class I have rn is geography!.. which I hate! i suck at geography (꒪⌓꒪)

but everythin will be oki! i dont really have to try really hard 4 independent study... i mean... all the answers r online n i am 100% takin advantage of that >:3c I might've made a new friend today! I don't know if he knows about this blog. but if ur readin this, haii!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა a lotta ppl have been sendin me asks recently! m rlly happi abt that I LOVEEEE talkin about myself ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა which is why I made this blog mostly!! I hate always wantin attention n cravin it n i cant tell if ma ego is talkin or if smth is actually fucked up! :c I h8 havin such demonized disorderz like bpd n npd. ppl h8 u 4 them even tho ur the one strugglin da most becuz of it!! I know sometimez I can be n azzhole n i can be self centered n mean but im not tryin to be i can promise u that! I wish I could cleanse ma mind of all of this stuffs n be a pure lil kind angel! thatz what i try to do but it ends n me havin huge breakdownz

like 4 example the night b4 tonight! I bwoke down n felt suwicidal n almost relapsed bc i felt like such a disgustin human bein 4 always puttin up a front 4 my own satisfaction + 4 ppl 2 like me! but itz oki! itz not ma fault i deal w all of thiz. its just a defense mechanism ma brain made to prevent me from bein hurt! it just... does the opposite a lot of the time...

m doin wayy better now tho!! my bendy helped me thru it, same w all of ma other family/friendz! kittenz make everythin better :3 m a lil nervous abt makin this new frien becuz m not the best w friendship stuff... i have a rlly hard time keepin friens! but i dun wanna be like dat...

ma new frien brought up da ug sub community w me actually! m glad sum1 haz da same thoughtz on that. there are sum thingz m too scared to tell friens outside of ma dr onez! i heard dat "if it keeps u happy, keep it to urself". i wuldnt say it rlly 'keepz me happi' but im vulnerable abt it... so i probably shouldnt share!! luna cannot n will not be hurt eva again !! ( >д<)

[altschmerzes]

Picking some sort of at random from further down the list: 52, 63, 73!

HIT MY 1K PROGRESS MARKER time to have some fun thank youuuuu

52. how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

oh my gd im like [marge hiding her face dot meme] uh. a lot. A Lot. All Of The Time. it depends on if you mean actively or passively, and then what 'actively' means in the situation. i have. a LOT of wips i should tally them sometime lmao. no that would be really fun, actually, i should do that now and then do some kind of ask game with it. that would be another fun one to get myself through this time of year with. ANYWAYS. off the top of my head right now in terms of things i have opened and worked on in the last ~month or so, i have 'the same story' (ted lasso mediafic), 'wriggle up on dry land' (ted lasso baby jamie au), 'my dead are mine (and yours as well as mine)' (gideon the ninth resurrection break it worse then fix it fic), 'bifurcation theory' (numb3rs au heavily inspired by the bbc series 'the five'), 'one right move' (flashpoint episode 2x10 time loop fix it), 'something to hold onto' (macgyver torture fic), 'loneliness into loneliness' (ted lasso two aces qpr fic), 'never been in love' (911 aro buck fic). also some assorted gift fics. probably some others. i can't um. focus lmaoooo.

63. what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

oh my gd idk off the top of my head but i am Sure it was something from @punkwixes's locked tomb theatre au

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

oh i don't visualize basically fuck-all. i try sometimes but it's a little tough. i sometimes reference literal visuals when i'm really strugglin or i'll draw diagrams but mostly i know in like. described terms but not visual terms, y'know, i don't really Picture much and it's very hard for me and shifts constantly when i do.

help me reward myself with treats to get through my finals season by sending me things from this ask game list!

[carnivorouswillgraham]

What do you think are small, inexpensive gifts that REN likes to give to their partners?

i think norman would get really into painting after theyve settled in the human world. i imagine he would have high as fuck blood pressure and his dr would prescribe him something to Chill Out and he would take up painting. he'd paint little canvases for them, and i think he'd paint book marks for ray, or the covers of hard cover books that were just solid colors otherwise. eventually he would learn to paint them but thats not really answering the question akdbwobd

to me, ray is the obsessive type. because im the ovsessive type. so i think he'd get them gifts related to whatever he may be obsessed with that also reminded him of them. he would make them mixtapes of all the songs he likes that remind him of them<3 ive always loved the hc that he studies flower language, so he'd get little bouqets for them sometimes. very very low hanging fruit but he'd make them their favorite meals on especially bad days.

emma is a bit harder for me, especially post canon because i always try to answer these In Canon where she is having to relearn them and all but. i think she would just pick up on their interests yk. maybe get a cd copy of an album ray has listened to near constantly for the past week, or getting little organizational pieces for normans office. i always read her as very physically affectionate over very gift giving sooooo. i be strugglin

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

fuckin nanowrimo progress (i'm strugglin') (day 6)

oh WOOWOWWWWWWW was today a day lemme tell u and it wasnt even related to this but it AFFECTED it. letting u know now. ourgh im tired

words written: 1774

percentage of manuscript completed: 14%

writing sessions had: 2

goal reached?: YES. RIGHT ON THE FUCKING DOT NO STOP!!!!!

scenes/chapters worked on: 3. the first a beelzebub and aziraphale flashback, where we learn about why hell attacked crowley and aziraphale earlier. beelzebub drinks coffee and loves gabriel PLEASE. the second was a bit of direct aftermath, with everything quiet and shit. the third was just some dialogue for the first "minisode" we're gonna have, which is the Flood pt 2 :)

interactions written: 5. hastur and crowley, beelzebub and gabriel, aziraphale and gabriel, beelzebub and aziraphale, and aziraphale and crowley. orurh

curse words/nicknames (in-world and otherwise) used: too many to count. sooooo many deragatory angels im gonna have to cut some later. one 'wank-wings' beelzebub @ gabriel. three 'oh shit's from a demon named Mole. also a Lot of crowley cursing. like not cuss out likr actual CURSING. its funny :)

amount of breaks had in between: 3. first i got distracted by tumblr, second someone brought conchas from the store and i NEEDED to eat one b4 they ate them, and third i got a sudden urge to put away the dishes. its hard asfuck to do those if i wanna do it i DO IT

random thought of the day: howwww the fuck do i write scary crowley. how does he work. how do i write without using sight. actually ive done that multiple times i can do it. oh my fuckin god crowley scares me he us so bbygrl 🥰

[bahoreal]

im strugglin so hard with nano this year cos i don't have a set plot yet and getting my brain to start chugging along the tracks to make this set of disjointed ideas into a plot is HARDDDD

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

gosh i hope im not annoying anyone with the ven + rox week im just workin so hard to get some days doooooone but BOY im strugglin