#it's written inside my head..

[dailyjadenep]

original, couldn't find a better quality picture 😭

[rapidhighway]

favorite situation to think about lately

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[lilacpaperbird]

maybe my most controversial headcanon is that I see dean as a straight man and sam is his only exception

[seiwas]

writers of delicious sexy, witty, and sweet smut you are so dear to me

[alectoperdita]

that whole "Kaiba dies of overwork and gets isekai'ed" is a joke until it's not a joke because i got nothing else for jk week

[teddybeartoji]

your a nasty fuck (lovingly) (affectionately) (supportively) (cordially) (please keep write about piss-ingly)

HWHFHSHDHSHDHAHA ILY NONNNIEEEEEE!!!!!!!! I WILL KEEP WRITING ABOUT PISS ALWAYS AND FOREVER I PROMISE I PROMISE<333333333

[haruchuiyo]

Missing nanami so much :(

Just imagining him do plenty of stuff like giving you the ingredients as you’re baking, sitting around the counter not bothering you as you bake. You make his favorite bread and cupcakes with his favorite frosting. He always get so blushy when you show him the tray of cupcakes knowing you made his favorites.

He’d think about you in the smallest thing ever. He saw a random stick on the ground? He is gonna send a pic of it to you and caption “it’s cute like you”. He sees your favorite brand of cookies? It’s already purchased. He saw a heart shaped leaf on the ground? He’s gonna pick it up so he can show it to you. Maybe even laminate it and make it into a bookmark.

Thinking about the way he’d cuddle you. Hugging your body to his, legs a tangled mess but he loves it. The feel of your body against his, feeling your heartbeat and your soft warm breaths against his collarbone. He always places soft kisses on your head and forehead. Telling you stuff like ‘i would work overtime if I knew I get this at the end of the day’ making you giggle even though he knows he will always get your lovely cuddles at the end of the day. He cups your face in his hands and presses a loving kiss on your lips, his eyes full of awe, love and gratitude.

He’s the type to randomly ask you to the dance in the middle of the living room with no music, so he hums a song he knows as he moves around the floor with you. His smile widens when he hums in a funny way, seeing how your head is thrown back while laughing and he always kisses your neck as he hugs you to himself and breathes in your scent.

[amethystina]

So I just found a document in the "Yo Han's POV" folder of Who Holds the Devil that I don't remember making

And when I open it, it's just two sentences in an otherwise empty document. Which are:

"Ga On loved Yoon Soo Hyun too much, and Yo Han not enough. If at all."

... and now I kind of want to sue myself for emotional damages.

What the hell, me? Why did you leave that there? For me to stumble over? RUDE.

[jadedloverart]

Queen of the Damned

Chapter: 10/10 14

Summary: In which every door leads somewhere.

Next: The sleeping dragon awakes.

[eureka-its-zico]

I’ve been having a hard time writing lately because my brain has been stuck in sunshine puppy Mingyu mode, specifically because he’s a comfort atm.

But then my brain is actively reminded of Mackenyu and it whispers to me to remember the out of pocket idea I had to write an AU with both Mingyu and Mackenyu months ago. Now I’m just lying on my living room floor like

[sisterdivinium]

A cold hand shoved her aside.

"What are you doing?"

Camila frowned, staring ashamedly at the floor.

"It's just for luck… My mother always gave me a little kiss—"

"Is she all you ever talk about?" Lilith snapped, herself looking away.

The younger nun shrank. There was nowhere for her to hide in that highly sanitised room of ArqTech's, so unlike the shadowy recesses of church and convent where she had dared let her fondness shyly, secretly flourish.

She took a step backwards.

But a cold hand caught her, now tantalisingly tame.

"… Stay. I could use the luck."

She smiled.

[banannabethchase]

Come one, come all, join me in my batshit crazy idea!

Welcome to the idea I probably should have kept locked away with my Matt Jackson/Brody King timefuckery fic.

Will you choose to fill it out based on fics you've already written? Will you write new ones based on a Bingo that speaks to you? Will you cross fandoms, or stay in one? Will you do what I plan on doing and try to hit blackout with all new fics in wrestleverse? It's all up to you!

My only request is that you tag me if you play the bingo game so that I can share in your Bingo adventures :)

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O5: 5+1 - Communicable Horniness, HangMox

B3: Hurt/Comfort - Work at a Smile, Go for a Ride, MoxMatt

G5: Superpowers - I'm Not Immune to You, ClaudioNick

N5: A/B/O - Pulling the Tide to My Body, MoxSeth

G4: PWP - Hurt Me So Good, HangMatt

N3: Free Space (smut) - Run It Like a Circus, MattAustin

B1: Body swap - Our Skin Connects and Makes a Shrine, DannYuta

B5: Fluff/Schmoop - Lightning in a Bottle, HangNick

G1: Coffeeshop AU - No More Hesitations, KrisWillow

G2: Royalty/Regency AU - You Play the Love (I'll Play the Lead), ClaudioNick and MoxMatt

I4: Crack - Kiss is Cosmic, KrisRuby

I5: Time loop/time travel - I Still Got Your Name on Your Tongue, HangMox

I1: Hatesex - What's in Your Hands, ClaudioNick

N4: Marriage Fic - Honey, to Say the Least, You're a Doggone Beast, ClaudiYoots

B4: Sex Pollen - Now Our Bodies Interlock, EddieRicky

O3: Pornstar AU - A Little Bit Camera Shy (But You're Still a Star), DannYuta

I3: Werewolves/Vampires AU - Hungry Like the Wolf, ClaudiYoots

O1: Snowed In/Huddle for Warmth - Like a Photo That's Been Overexposed, TayaAnna

N1: Only One Bed - Light Me Up like a Moonbeam, KrisWillow

I2: Magic AU - I'm Only Human (You Are Something Magic), Breynolds and Gen

N2: Tentacle Fic - Do Something Wicked To Me, HangMatt

B2: Fake Dating/Fakeout Makeouts - Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem, DannYuta

O4: Sexworkers AU - A Proposition (If You Want It), RickyDanny

O2: Kid/Baby/Pregnancy Fic - A Few Little Love Affairs, HangMox

G3: Amnesia - Supernatural, Cocky, - House of Black polycule/ensemble

[t4tstarvingdog]

had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me

[domoz]

I had an idea for a little Hika/Tobi soulmate (healing when they touch trope specifically) thing, and I thought, “I can probably do that in 1-2k words tops.” But I ended up going double that which seemed too long for the oneshots I usually post here. So... Link to ao3 instead.

[toastyblackcat]

me tweakin after seeing sigma get voted over kyouka for a best written bsd character poll