#in the writing department

[rainswolfs]

starting to consider games with bad dialogs to suffer from the bandai namco syndrome

[existingillusion]

[xcleanx]

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? were you writing a book? were you a sleeper-cell spy? in fifty years will all this be declassified? and you'll confess why you did it… and i'll say good riddance ’cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden…. I WOULD’VE DIED FOR YOUR SINS INSTEAD I JUST DIED INSIDE!!!!!!!!! AND YOU DESERVE PRISON BUT YOU WON’T GET TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL SLIDE INTO INBOXES AND SLIP THROUGH THE BARS YOU CRASHED MY PARTY IN YOUR RENTAL CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU SAID NORMAL GIRLS WERE BORING BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KICKED OUT THE STAGE LIGHTS BUT YOU’RE STILL PERFORMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………. and in the plain sight you hid……. and you are what you did…… and i’ll forget you but i’ll never forgive…. the smallest man who ever lived.

[sharonccrter]

I sound like a broken record, but I really can't get over her basically airing out Joe Alwyn's mental health problems to the world and liking tweets of people poking fun at his struggles. She basically made sure any person Joe works with going forward knows he's struggled with his mental health. And while there is nothing to be ashamed of. He's clearly a deeply private person. She writes on Instagram there is "nothing to avenge" and that her "wounds are healed." Certainly doesn't sound like it.

[felidaeng]

get pookied

[bebx]

from my diary

[ramblingmindofrayyan]

Sometimes it’s really lonely being me.

[moon0-0stone]

And suddenly he was no longer the guy i wanted.

[stillgotscars]

you guys, we don’t talk enough about “i changed into goddesses, villains, and fools / changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules / all to outrun my desertion of you.” it’s literally peak taylor songwriting.

[rainyreflections1424]

"The one who always waits for others is mostly the one who will be left alone."

[crsssie]

week one - professor!simon x professor!reader

There's a handful of things that one ought to know before starting Professor Riley's courses. One, he's an incredible lecturer with first-hand experience in all of the courses he teaches, which means no insensitive jokes from you, but if he makes one, feel free to laugh. Two, office hours are for anything and everything. He's open to chatting about almost all things with his students.

And three, he is married — happily so. He wears a black band around his ring finger, and in his introduction, he always mentions that he's happily married. Occasionally it's to ward off eyeing students, occasionally it's just to make note of how lovely it is to be married.

However, something to note down is that Professor Riley brings up his wife far more than necessary. His eyes are gentle when he makes mention, comparing the two of you as examples when possible, extraneous examples more often. The rate my professor comments keep a "wife mention" count. The highest in a semester was 42.

If one were to visit his office hours, they'd find the photo of Professor Riley and you on his desk, your lips quirked up in a sweet smile as the professor stares. There isn't any information revealed about you outside of what he talks about in class. You have a face, and the few miscellaneous facts that Simon says in between the classes, and occasional whispers amongst students that all gifts he receives from students are always met with a "oh, thank you. I'm sure the missus will love it." Occasionally, he passes around candy in class leftover from Halloween if you take his course fall semester, and during spring, candy if he remembers to over the Easter weekend.

Of course, if one's on campus in the early hours of the day before a 8am, they'll find that his wife really isn't some mysterious figure but rather... just another professor in separate department. Though, most students learn to keep quiet. After all, their professor's love life isn't really theirs to talk about. Especially not when he leans down to tell you that's his student and you wave at them with a grin.

Though, if one were to take your course with his, they find quickly that this "mysterious" wife of his is just as charming as Professor Riley describes.

[looserslore]

Sometimes I look at my own photos and feel like a stranger.

[natashaaromanova]

all's fair in l o v e and p o e t r y.

[cheekios]

Please Bring Kaiser Home.

I have been having complications with managing my diabetes that have led me to be hospitalized twice. I live alone. Kaiser is a precious pup that specializes in detecting when blood sugar is too high or too low before it leads to complications. Something I have been struggling with. Kaiser would not only improve my quality of life but also be my companion and friend

I’m asking for community support get a Medical Alert Dog. It is a huge ask but any support is appreciated 💗

CA: $HushEmu

PP: emuslayter@gmail.com

[fairylights-throughthemist]

So High School

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: first time writing, fluff, making out, reader sits on Eddie’s lap.

A/N: Eeek!!! My first time writing! I know it’s nowhere near perfect and I wanted it to be longer but this will have to do for now.

Inspired by “So High School” by Taylor Swift.

You and Eddie had been friends since your freshman year. Since then it has become a tradition to have a movie night on friday after school and today was no exception. Sprinting out of school when the final bell rings, jumping into Eddie’s van and blasting his newest favorite song.

Despite being best friends with the school drug dealer you’d never tried drugs of any kind. Eddie wanted to keep it that way but he also really wanted to get high together with you.

Now here you are, laying with your head in Eddie’s lap, watching him smoke. Seeing the way his soft, plump lips wrap around the blunt makes your question slip out easily.

“Can I try?”

He looks down at you with a questioning look.

“Really?”

Eagerly nodding your head he passes you the blunt and you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“You’ve watched me smoke for years and you still don’t know what to do huh?”

“Just tell me what to do Eddie!”

About half an hour later and switching positions every few minutes you finally found a comfortable one. You’ve got your feet in Eddie’s lap while he stares at you.

“Eddie.”

No response.

“Eddieeeeee.”

Still no response.

“Edssssssss” you whined while kicking your feet in his lap.

“Whaaaattttt?”

“Do you wanna play kiss, marry, kill?”

“I don’t think I have a choice, princess.”

“You go first!”

“Hmmm… Steve, Jason aaaannddd… Billy”

“Kill Jason, obviously. Kiss Billy and I guess I’ll marry Steve!”

“Interesting… Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Chrissy, Tammy anddd Mrs. Wheeler!”

“Jesus Christ how much weed did I give you.” He said under his breath, which you giggled at.

“Answer the question, Munson.”

“Fuck uhm, I guess I’ll kill Tammy, I would not survive hearing her sing for more than I’m forced to. Chrissy… Hmm marry Chrissy and kiss Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Marry Chrissy?”

“You jealous, sweetheart?” He said with his signature Munson smirk.

“What! No! What do you mean?”

A few rounds later you really felt the weed affect your thoughts. You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. I mean how could you when he’s just sitting there looking perfect. His soft lips, his unruly hair, his pretty brown eyes and the way he smells. My God the way he smells. Like cigarettes, his old spice deodorant and some of Wayne’s cologne. Most of all he smells like Eddie, no other way of describing it.

The weed makes your thoughts swirl together, making the following easier to say.

“Tina, Sarah and… me.”

“You?”

You look at him with pleading eyes. He glances at your lips and asks “Are you serious?” instead of answering his question you press your lips against his.

His lips feel even softer than they look. When you finally broke the kiss you felt too shy to even look at him. You didn’t have time to let your thoughts flow freely as you felt him grab your chin and ask “Is this okay?”. The second you nodded his lips were on yours again. This time you felt him gently asking for permission to let his tongue into your mouth. His action made you gasp and the two of you naturally started making out. At some point Eddie helped you switch positions so you were straddling his lap.

Even while making out with your crush and grinding on him you couldn’t stop your bad thoughts from taking over. “What if i’m a bad kisser?”, “Does he even like me like that?”, “When did he learn how to kiss like this?”, “Oh God, was his first kiss with Chrissy?”.

Your thought process was quickly interrupted by a groan coming from the man whose lap you were on. You thought that might’ve been the hottest sound ever.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you down on his now very noticeable, boner. His action made you whimper.

“Fuuucckkk.”

Later

Laying on the couch, on top of Eddie, you think back on the events of today and remember something to tease him about.

“You never answered my question.”

“What?”

“Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?”

He answers by kissing your lips once again, when you separate he chuckles and says “Mrs. Munson”, which you blush at and hide your face in his neck.

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading 🥹

[xavixax]

I am my mother's daughter. I might love you to the point of insanity, to the point of anger, to the point of destruction. But I am also my father's child, and I'll stay silent—silent in my suffocated anger and silent in my love for you.