#me and my brain

[aki-bara]

Baby Percy Thoughts

Me: I bet little Percy is that kid at the park that always shouts, "Hey, Mom, look at me!"

My Brain: Then does something stupidly dangerous.

Me: Jumps off the swings.

My Brain: Jumps off the slide.

Me: The ground's wet. He's fine.

My Brain: Conveniently placed cyclops catches him before he hits the ground.

Percy: Mom, that guy only had one eye!

Sally: Percy, how many times have I told you not to jump off the slide??

Me: Oh no, he's done it before?

My Brain: He tries to convince other kids to do it too.

Percy: Come on! It's easy. I never get hurt.

Me: The other kid breaks his wrist.

My Brain: The other parent threatens to sue.

Sally: It's not my fault your kid can't jump off the slide right!

Me: She doesn't want Percy to do it, but at least he does it CORRECTLY.

My Brain: Percy feels terrible. He doesn't like going to the park after that.

Me: His mom takes him anyway and he spends the whole time policing the slide.

Percy: Hey, kid, this slides dangerous. You could break your wrist!

My Brain: Suddenly everyone's terrified of the slide.

Me: More like they're scared of the weird slide kid.

My Brain: He and Sally have a talk about the importance of letting people make their own decisions.

Me: Flash forward to him giving her Medusa's head.

My Brain: Flash forward to Percy not arguing back when Nico says he doesn't belong at camp.

Me: WOW.

My Brain: Gabe breaks his wrist a year after the slide incident and Percy feels even worse.

Me: You ruin everything.

[flowerandblood]

Yesterday I was thinking about the oneshot which is based on The Fall from the Heavens being a script for a film or tv show, and Aemond and Rhaenys being characters who play a role. I imagined the director shouting at them: Grief!!!! More grief!!!!! You haven't seen each other in fucking eight years, you hate and love each, aghhh! COME ON!!! GIVE ME EMOTIONS, GIVE ME STRUGGLE, I WANT TO SEE ITTTTTT

[chriscdcase95]

Broke: Gritty and edgy horror reboots of Winnie the Pooh due to him being public domain.

Woke: A grounded take on Winnie The Pooh depicting Christoper Robin as a mundane boy befriending a mundane Eurasian Brown Bear. It’d be a classic “Boy befriends Wild Animal” kind of story.

Bespoke: If you HAVE to do an edgy take on Winnie the Pooh; a WWII setting focusing on an adult Christopher, loosely inspired by the IRL Christopher Robin Milne’s time as a sapper. If Winnie is included, he’s yet again a mundane brown bear that befriends Christopher in a story along the lines of Wojtek.

It’d be an angst with a happy (or bittersweet) ending as a traumatized soldier reconnects with his innocence and optimism as he befriends this bear, in the face of all the horror they witnessed.

[temporalbystander]

Okay. So something amazing (read: positively insane and I hate it) is happening with my post season 5 fic that has never happened with my writing before. Normally I'm of one of two minds when it comes to writing. I have a basic scenario and I just really want to throw a bunch of different events in regardless of how they'd fit together or how much sense they'd make (which is why I quickly pick up a time loop idea, spin it around a few times and then chuck it away because I know I'll never want to put it all down. Yes I have a plot bunny where Faybon gets groundhog day'd *coughs* month *cough* but you'll never see it.)

The second is generally what my longer running stories operate on. I have a start in mind, I have an end in mind and I take forever trying to meet all the tourist destinations along the way. Now a while ago I joked about how I needed to move the entire route because of a stray thought I had. It happens, that's normal, I'm a slave to my creative urges no biggie.

No, the problem is what JUST happened. Where my brain just went "hey you know that big twist ending you had that I already made twistier? How it basically goes like this?" *Brain proceeds to list our all the story beats that lead to the big twist.*

Me: "yeah, I admit it's a neater twist. What about it?"

Brain: "and you know how you're about to write another story beat of that right this moment?"

Me, suddenly a little worried: "Yeah?"

Brain: "well what if the story beat DIDN'T go like that and instead THIS *presents new idea* was the big ending twist."

Me, extremely thankful that I haven't written anything that would contradict this yet: "oh this is going to screw so many things up..." *Starts writing with that new ending in mind.*

[bowlofworms]

[2am]

Me: Okay it’s time to go to bed

My Brain: NO! More Stardew Valley!

Me: You already had more Stardew Valley. We set a timer for an hour, then gave ourselves an extra 30 minutes after that, remember? It’s bedtime now.

My Brain: I didn’t get to play a lot of Stardew Valley today though!!!!

Me: Well SOMEONE played it for almost 22 hours after we bought it the day before yesterday, keeping us up for over 36 hours. So, we could have had more Stardew Valley time today, but unfortunately we were UNCONSCIOUS for 12 and a half hours, and that cut into Stardew Valley time.

My brain: And we could stay awake for 48 hours if you weren’t being a pussy.

Me: We talked about the basic plot of HORSE MOVIES to our MOM and laughed so hard we CRIED.

[dark-lina]

ooc : Do you have the same ?

me *watching new anime/ play new game/ reading manga*

My brain * it is so cool*

Me: brain no... we have a lot of them... brain no...

My brain: brain yes...too late... it's alredy made... what name we give to it :3 * showing new oc *

Me: argghhh !!!

[melonelle]

so what do you call it when your life was consumed by a piece of media when you were a sweet summer child of 17 years and the passion for it suddenly comes back with a vengance when you're 26 years old adult and the obsession it's even worse than before and the piece of media is still incomplete

[weird-bookworm]

is it just me or does someone else too gets slightly weirded out sometimes when someone calls u by ur, uh, alias (?)

like, i love being sky

but i am also, Not sky, technically

[aki-bara]

Half an Idea

Me: ...

My Brain: What about a fairytale au where Percy is on a quest and Annabeth is like his familiar/spirit guide and they communicate telepathically?

Me: ...

My Brain: Maybe she is cursed to lose her human form because she failed to complete a previous quest?

Me: You know I can't write action scenes.

My Brain: Maybe she shows up as a human in his dreams like the guy who teaches you sword moves in Twilight Princess.

Me: But what are they questing for?

My Brain: Maybe the reason she failed her quest and got cursed is cause she helped Luke and it screwed her over.

Me: This isn't a plot, it's just an interesting dynamic!

My Brain: And then she's all like "I will never love again," but of course they get together.

Me: But what are they questing for?!

[alonelyturtle]

Something of An Update:

I’ve been off tumblr and Ao3 for a hot second. And honestly I’m not sure when I’d even consider writing something new or adding to existing stories. So another indefinite hiatus? I’ve been fighting a waning hyperfixation with my mind becoming way more preoccupied with irl things rather than the diverting drama of the GFFA. But who knows?

This doesn’t mean anything is actually abandoned. There are drafts and notes and outlines for future chapters of extant stories on Ao3. It’s just a pause for the mental health and a preoccupation with other things. I still enjoy writing and handing off my imagination for a few seconds, but things do come up and change does like to whisk me away on some other endeavors. I’m still so heartily grateful for everyone that’s taken the time to read and comment on the products of the inner workings of my mind. Authors aren’t actually lying (or exaggerating) when they say it gives them life. Even now that I’ve been away, I still had some to catch up on that made me smile!

[chriscdcase95]

“I’ve done it! I finished a segment for my next chapter!”

“But now you have to write the other segments.”

“…NOOOOOO!!!”

[slightlyobsessedwithstories]

Me: Hey, what are you doing?

Brain: *proceeds to finish multiple wips at once and write new ones at the same time*

Me: ...why???

[ivyprism]

Me at the cat on my chest: Good morning... *pet pet, kiss kiss*

Brain:

Me chuckling: Good morning. *Pet pet, kiss kiss*

Brain:... Witch Sona who has a pair of skeletal boys back in her... Or a few.

Me, stopping mid pet:

Bonus car picture.

[fireheartaw]

no because i could write a bkdk fic for each song on lizzy's five seconds flat album - literally, the album is just bkdk turned into music.

im so tempted to do a whole damn series/collection on ao3 of fics inspired by each song.

whats stopping me really...

[cutesmokes]

Christmas thought

Standing under the mistletoe expecting a loving kiss but gets tickled to death (not really) with kisses

[kaylasficrecs]

ok i do love this fic, it’s so cute, but the kinesiology student in me looked at that first line and seriously went “which organ in the ribcage?”

Touch Starved

Summary: Finally being close to Spencer makes you emotional

Request: Touch-starved Reader who hasn’t been with anyone in a while and her and Spencer get to the dating stage where they start experiencing that and she gets all emotional about it

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Nervousness, cuddling, heavy kissing, happy tears

Word count: 1.1k

Masterlist

The silly organ inside your ribcage didn’t calm down no matter how many deep breaths you took. It threatened to jump out of your chest even before you knocked on Spencer’s apartment door, beating so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts. 

It’s just a movie night, you told yourself when you finally announced your presence with a firm knock on his door. 

Of course it was more than that and you knew it. After having many wonderful conversations with him over coffee and dinner, he invited you over to watch a movie together after you mentioned you had never seen one of his favorite films. 

Spencer had been the perfect gentleman on your dates, tentatively hugging you and waiting for you to initiate a kiss when you said goodbye. However, you hadn’t found the courage to actually do that so far. Brief embraces were all the physical contact you’d let happen and even those were almost too much for you to bear. 

“Hi,” Spencer said with a sweet smile on his face once he opened the door. 

With an even wider grin, you answered, “Hi Spencer.”

Stepping aside, he mumbled, “Come in.” 

Just like on your dates before, he pulled you into an innocent hug. Even though you desperately yearned for his nearness, you were glad he let go of your body after just a second. Otherwise he would have been able to feel the erratic beating of your heart. 

He helped you shed your coat before he motioned for you to take a seat on the couch. A glass of water and some snacks were placed in front of you before he plopped down beside you. You felt his eyes on you as he scanned your body language. 

“I’m just a little nervous,” you awkwardly laughed before he could ask if you were okay. 

Locking eyes with you, he wondered, “Why? We’re just watching a movie.” 

“It’s just been a while,” you tried to explain. 

He seemed confused. “Since you watched a movie?”

The way his words were laced with innocence let your heart jump. You realized that when Spencer invited you to watch a movie, he had been candid. There were no ulterior motives to be found, he’d be perfectly happy to just sit an arm’s length away from you all night if that was what you wanted. 

“No,” you snickered. “Since I was alone with a man in his apartment.”

“Oh,” he said when he realized the implications of his invitation. “I uhm… that’s not what I…”

“I know,” you interrupted him. “Don’t worry.” 

Your words were genuine. Spencer had made you feel so safe and comfortable unlike any man before him. The reason you were so nervous about tonight was because you knew you’d combust if you didn’t initiate physical contact soon. Every fiber of your being was craving his touch and you couldn’t wait to finally feel his lips against yours. 

“Okay,” he said and turned on the TV to start the movie. “I promise, it’s really good.”

It only took a few minutes for you to be able to relax against the cushions of the couch. Halfway through the movie you started to shiver slightly as you noticed that Spencer apparently kept his apartment cooler than what you were used to. Before you could say anything, he had already noticed your discomfort. 

“Here,” he said as he reached for a blanket. “You seem cold.” 

Carefully, you placed the blanket over your body before you looked at the man beside you. 

“What about you?” you asked as you lifted the fabric to offer him some warmth. 

Without saying anything, he accepted your invitation and scooted closer to be able to place the blanket over his legs. There was barely any space left between the two of you, a fact that let your heart pound loudly inside your chest once more. You decided it was now or never and leaned against his arm. 

As if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, he placed his arm around your body to pull you even closer until you were curled into his side. 

“Is that okay?” He softly spoke. 

“Yes, it’s perfect.” 

The truth was that being close to him was mesmerizing. Breathing in his scent while basking in his warmth clouded your mind and you felt like you could get drunk on the sensation. When Spencer began gently brushing his fingertips along your arm, your entire body started trembling ever so slightly. 

It was almost embarrassing how intense your reaction was to his touch but you couldn’t help it. Your current position only let you be satisfied for a few minutes until you craved even more of him. It became impossible to hold back any longer. Sitting up beside him, you caught his attention. He loosened the hold he had on you to allow you to move while he found your eyes. 

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” you said with a playful smirk spread over your face. “I really want to kiss you.” 

“Yeah?” he cooed. “I would like that, too.”

Trembling fingertips found his jaw to brush over his skin before you leaned closer, gently nudging his nose with yours. His breath felt hot against your lips in this moment of anticipation. When he finally closed the remaining distance, a relieved sigh escaped your throat and was muffled by his mouth on yours. 

Feeling his soft lips against yours broke any restraint you had. You kissed him with a fervor that knocked the air out of his lungs, even more so when you climbed into his lap, not allowing any space between your bodies. He welcomed you on top of him without hesitation, his hands flying to your hips to pull you even closer. 

Your hands found the nape of his neck, intertwining your fingers with his hair to tug on his curls every so slightly. With your chest pressed against his you could feel the erratic pounding of not only your heart but his as well. It was as if the two organs were trying to make contact with their counterpart hidden underneath all these layers of fabric, skin and bones. 

Spencer whined and tried to pull back for air but you didn’t let him. Feverishly, you kept kissing him until a saline taste found its way into your mouth. 

“Hey, what’s wrong,” he breathed as he leaned back, concern laced over his voice. 

His hands moved to your face, wiping salty droplets off your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you had been crying and began giggling as you rubbed the tears away from your lashes. 

“Sorry,” you sighed. “I’m just so happy to be close to you.”

“So they are happy tears?” Spencer asked and you nodded. 

“I know it’s silly, it’s just been so long since I’ve been close to anyone,” you confessed. 

“It’s not silly,” he softly spoke. That was when you noticed the glimmering in his eyes. “I’m very happy to be close to you, too.” 

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