#m: writing

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve always felt like kids are just baseline pretty sticky. That’s their natural state- some stickiness is to be expected. They get into hijinks and they’re exploring the world and gunk is gonna accumulate.

Years ago my friend was offering me a giant teddy bear after I said I was thinking about those giant Costco ones since his kids didn’t play with theirs anymore.

“Mm. No thank you,” I said.

“Why? You said you wanted one.”

“I do, but not to be rude, I’m afraid yours is gonna be sticky.”

“What?! Why would it be?!”

“Kids are just sticky! It’s not their fault, they just are!”

He huffed and puffed with outrage and told me I didn’t know anything about having kids true and that his two daughters were not sticky suspect.

A week later I went to the zoo with him and his family. His youngest daughter was coming on three at the time, and the older was around seven. He was surprised to see I got on well with both girls and we were all having a nice day.

Then around midday the younger girl approached where I was chatting with her mom and announced, “I sticky mommy!!” with both sticky hands raised in the air covered in an unknown glistening substance. While her mom started fishing out a wet wipe I whipped around to look pointedly at my friend.

He wouldn’t meet my eyes but in a mutinous voice he protested, “At least she didn’t want to stay sticky.”

I patted his arm smugly and we continued on our way.

[kzlatkova]

Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.

[bebx]

in this house we don’t say “that character is dead”. we say “they’re wounded but they’re alive and are on their way towards making a full recovery on archive of our own fix-it fics”

[caffieneaddictt18]

little idea: poly!141 caring for a chubby reader who doesnt understand what its like to have someone care for them

like, Price makes sure that you eat, especially on the days where your body dysmorphia hits harder than normal. You always look confused while pulling out your own lunch, saying you brought it with you. Its a salad with no nutritional value other than barely any calories. John takes it and gives you the lunch that he got for you: a filling lunch with plenty of calories, carbs, and protein to keep you going for the day. Just listen to him. Trust me.

Simon who likes to workout with you: doing push-ups with you on his back, hip thrusts (😉) as you sit on his lap, etc. “Luv, I do my cardio at home” as he winks at you from behind the mask type shi

Gaz who loves to go shopping with you and will actually pay attention to the clothes you try on, complimenting you and even picking stuff out that he likes and wants to see on you. You blush from not having the same attention from exes and tell him that he doesnt have to be here while you try your stuff on. That you can find him if he wants to go look at stuff. He VEHEMENTLY denies leaving. “Why would I leave when I have a pretty darling to look at?”

Johnny who cannot get enough of your soft skin. His hands are always on you, always on the plush parts of your body. If you have hip dips, his hands like to rest there. He claims thats theres no better place for his hands to rest when he’s not groping at your tummy, thighs, rolls, tits- You blush every time his hands rest on the plusher parts of your hips or on your tummy, pushing his hands off just for him to put them back on. “Johnny, you dont need to touch that.”

“‘N why no’?”

“I know it can be-“

“Bonnie, Im keepin my ‘ands on ya until yer understand that I don’ want em off ya.”

Just a poly!141 taking care of you by also doing simple things around that house like chores when its your chore day, dishes when you cook, etc. JUST POLY!141 TAKING CARE OF YOUR STUPIDLY INDEPENDENT AND SLIGHTLY INSECURE SELF

[quarterlifekitty]

@/ceilidho got me thinking about being a little thotty who kinda likes to get a little voyeuristic at the gym. Mostly for yourself— just like looking in the full mirror wall and snapping the strap of your sports bra, adjusting it so your tits look full, pulling up your little workout shorts and showing off the thighs. It’s just fun to think someone might be looking! No harm in that, right? You’re just trying to work on your self image a little after a lifetime of self-doubt!

The harm is that Soap is the world’s most delusional man and he knows in his heart and soul that you’re doing it for him like a doe enticing a buck to give chase. It can’t be a coincidence that you’re always doing this at the gym at the same time he’s there (it is). You’ve gotta be trying to send him a message (you’re not) that you want him to dick you down, bad (you’ve never even noticed him before).

[catbolt]

"i miss you sex" with your ex-boyfriend sylus (nsfw)

he's more timid than ever before with you, a far cry from his usual assertive demeanor in bed. "let me touch you, kitten? let me make you feel good again?" every touch on your body is a gentle request for permission to go further.

"just feel, don't think... let me love you again..." he pleads gently as his fingers hook in your panties, gently tugging. he gives you room to tell him to stop, and the faint tremble in his fingers betrays his frayed nerves.

"i missed this... i missed you..." he can't stop saying how much he missed you as he kisses up your neck, his mouth needy and wet. "god i missed you..."

"remember how I used to kiss you right here? and here? just like that?" your collarbone, your shoulder, the valley of your breasts. "i never forgot, sweetheart. how could i forget when you moan so beautifully every time..."

"so beautiful when you come," he murmurs with his fingers inside you, kissing your forehead. "so fucking beautiful. missed that sound, that look."

on the edge of his release, his face contorted in desperation and pleasure, the words fall from his lips before he can filter them: "say my name. "please, kitten, n-need to hear you say it... remember when we were happy, baby, say my name..."

"i love you, kitten. never stopped. not for a moment..." he whispers under his breath when you're done.

[adhd3m0n91]

Notes thing!

So I've seen people do this stuff and I figured I'd try it!

Soooo some goals!

200 notes- I'll actually finish writing stuff

300 notes-I'll try harder to fix my sleep schedule

400 notes-I'll try to stay on track with my homework instead of drawing during my extra time at school

1000 notes- I'll tell my mom that I'm genderfluid and explain what it is

1100 notes- I'll ask my mom for a binder

1200- I'll show my tumblr posts to my mom X3

thats. probably about it

Sooooo each person can tag as many people as they want and leave as many notes as you like!

@pepsi-overdose @h4z311 @kirbythesixth @kirbyhasadhd77 @winnie-likez-starz @th3-r4t-48 @w3r1d0 @imthetruealphahere @aiden-aka-thanos @sleepyezzy @ilikesmut1 @ink-sans0fficial

edit: ITS BEEN 26 MINUTES YALL ARE FAST

edit 2: LETS MAKE IT TO 1000 BITCHESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[thoughtkick]

Being listened to and heard is one of the greatest desires of the human heart. And those who learn to listen are the most loved and respected.

Unknown

[nondelphic]

the best part of writing is when your characters start ignoring your outline and you realize they’re better at this than you.

[fox-yapping]

YESSS

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

[foldingfittedsheets]

I grew up on a well. I didn’t really know how that made me different than other kids except that when their power went out they could still shower and flush the toilet and I couldn’t.

But the real difference is that well water often has little quirks. It’s fresh and yummy from a hole in the ground, it’s not fancy city water that goes through treatment. That means that it didn’t taste like it could be bottled up right from the tap.

In fact what it meant was it tasted like sulfur. Straight up rank eggs. We had it tested repeatedly and it was totally safe for everything, it just stank. It was just something I accepted without question. The sky was blue and water smelled like a chicken egg you'd missed because the hens had gotten sneaky and it had been slowly rotting in the hot summer sun day by day.

It wasn’t until I got older and had friends sleepover who expected a shower the next day that I really caught on that my water wasn’t what they were used to.

“What’s that smell?” they would ask in disgust.

I’d stick my head in the bathroom and look back at them in puzzlement. “What smell?”

I was completely immune. I’d drink it happily, it was as nothing to me to drink water that tasted like a demon had just pissed it out. My friends all thought I was completely off my rocker.

It wasn’t until years after I’d moved out that I smelled what everyone else did. I went to visit my parents to stay overnight. I turned on the shower and reared back. What was that smell?

City life had made me soft. I did not want a stinky egg shower anymore.

[quarterlifekitty]

Simon who has never once been too tired to cook dinner, to make love to you, to get you a drink when you’re feeling too comfy to get up, to run you a bath— because those are the only times when he gets to feel like his hands can be used for something good

[thoughtkick]

Behind every favorite song, there is an untold story.

Unknown

[belikov-barnes]

@hiccuppedstudio

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[nondelphic]

don’t kill your darlings. torment them first. make it hurt.