#instead here i am

[fonulyn]

posting fic is so bad for my stress levels bc i just keep refreshing my email all "comints??? :(" every two minutes and i get absolutely nothing done :'D

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

and what if so far there's 7k words of yearning and nothing else. sometimes the characters are just too stupid

[bunnyunderthebed]

mental exercises; the process through which i slowly remodel my mind. i enjoy the training, the effort expent to knock down walls and understand emotions, the sparring feels good on my knuckles. as a boy i was labeled argumentative, oppositional, contrarian, but as a man i am called upon to challenge the norms established in my head. reorient, redesign, resurface.

a little wooden toy can be such a stark reminder of how little gestures, often unconsidered, can lead to unwanted results. i can get so absorbed in my own narrative while boxing that i forget there is someone across the ring from me, feeling the impact of every strike. sure, after enough hands thrown, a wall might come down, but what good is that if the bricks fall onto someone who wasn't wearing a hardhat?

"Normally I'd find you pacing after a conversation like that."

i look away from my kendama, meeting your gaze from across my office. your shadow pours in from the doorframe, reminding me of how much more you've become since i met you.

pacing is a stress response. i'm not stressed.

"You're upset."

i'm a bit disappointed in myself. upset is sort of a stretch.

"Her reactions are not your responsibility."

that doesn't mean i don't feel bad about it. i didn't want to hurt her, to make her feel like she needed to hurt herself.

"You can't force someone to see the value in themselves, and you can't expect to undo the pain she's already suffering."

but i can do better about not adding to it.

"Only as far as remembering you're in a minefield, but amount of this will dig up the mines."

easy for you to say, you're not stepping on them.

"Well, not in a strict sense, but that's sort of a given nowadays."

need you remind me constantly that i gave up the game?

"No, you do it yourself. You've sort of been doing it the whole time, remember?"

i suppose. how then am i meant to sharpen iron if not with more iron?

"She's not iron, Bunny. Not everyone is."

she can be, when she wants to.

"When her environment allows, more like."

i fell silent. i didn't have a response, mostly because i knew you were right. her crucible had been much harsher than mine, and her blacksmith more careless.

you understand why i care, right? nobody else wants to play fair with her, they write her off as a basket case, as some sort of lost cause.

"They don't see what you see. You should show them sometime."

i nodded softly, looking down at my kendama again.

"Among a million examples, why did you pick that one? You could've asked for a brand name, for a special edition, for a prettier color even."

it's a beautiful color, when held in the right light.

i looked back up. you were gone, and i was enlightened.

[hawberries]

the Chils sisters

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[buggachat]

Part 200 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Kofi

[xperfectlite]

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[merlinmylove]

Merlin who goes back in time but forgets to change his vocabulary

Lost in the woods and has forgotten how to track

“fuck, where is google maps when you need it?”

“you say a lot of funny words, merlin”

Angry at the world (as he should be)

“jesus christ, arthur!”

“i don’t know anyone by that name”

Yet another failed assassination attempt

“well that went down like a led balloon”

“ehm what?”

Overworked and under appreciated

“man i’d kill for a redbull right now”

“a red …bull? there’s so cows over there if you want to pet them”

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[nocturne-of-neptune]

Sleep schedule always messed up somehow and I started this drabble at 4 AM after only two hours of sleep soooo earlybird!price x nightowl!reader

5.30 AM. Price woke up. Even on leave, he woke up pretty early. His darling was sleeping still. He felt an urge to go to the bathroom, yet stayed still for a moment to admire the sleeping beauty in his arms. He couldn't help but trace every feature of your face with his fingers. The hint of gloom under your lashes made him sigh. To be honest, he dislikes your habit of staying up late. It's unhealthy. He tried to help you fix it. You end up relapsing back to your old habit when he was on deployment. Said you couldn't sleep when he wasn't there with you. Ah, he always can't get angry when you stare at him with your drowsy gaze. Gentle kisses on the dark circles under your eyes to make up for his guilt, were they enough?

Eventually, he untangled himself from you to go to the bathroom. Years in the military made him feel restless when he stayed in bed for too long. He sauntered to the kitchen. Followed by quiet movement to make breakfast for both of you so as to not arouse you from your sleep.

One hour later the breakfast was ready. He cleaned the kitchen first, hesitated to wake you up this early. Besides, the breakfast would still taste good even if it went cold; he made sure to toast the bread crunchy and buttery just like how you love it. So he took a moment to relax. Read a newspaper on the couch with a cup of Earl Grey tea.

"Mornin'..."

Your sleepy voice and arms around his neck surprised him. He looked up at you. "Love, why are you up this early?"

"Just because," you murmured.

"You clearly still sleepy, love." He tilted his face up, planted a kiss on your jawline. "Go back to sleep."

"Nooo... You are not in the bed." You whined. Head tilted to ask for more of his kisses. Arms tightened around his neck. "And I smelled butter toast from the kitchen. Makes me hungry."

He let out a fond sigh. Reached to caress your face. "Yes, I've made the breakfast already. Want to eat now?"

You nodded your head. Hand in hand walked to the kitchen, Price made a mental note to tuck you back to bed after breakfast. As much as he wanted you to be an early bird like him, your drowsy face melted his heart. He would join you in bed later.

[tippenfunkaport]

You know, it would be amazing if Hollywood learned the right lesson from the success of Nimona. Something like "Hey, maybe don't throw out a nearly done movie as a tax write off" or "people want queer stories" or even "don't be afraid to take some storytelling risks and be original" but you just know they're going to come away with some absolutely batshit takeaway like, "next time delete all the evidence and burn it to the ground so the gays can't make us look bad!"

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 5 - I Finally Finished the 2.2 Main Quest Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 6]

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[ratbastarddotfuck]

if you're a white person taking pleasure in the idea that Trump voters of colour are experiencing racist violence from white trumpers because "they got what's coming to them" I don't think you're anti-racist at all, I think you were just waiting for an acceptable target, and you're also fucking weird.

Bad Person Deserves Punishment For Their Sins give me a fucking break and get yourself out of the fucking catholic church. you're all prison abolitionists until you see someone you don't like.

[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid