#note: sorry there aren’t a lot I’m just rly tired but I wanted to get these out of my system

[magicrabbiticons]

Rengoku Kyojuro + Autism Flag - Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba

[toastsnaffler]

sorry if this is odd to ask but what is your workout routine? I’m trying to motivate myself into exercise again and seeing how other people do it helps. Have a good one!

meant to reply to this sooner but I forgor… getting round 2 it now tho! disclaimer I dunno as much abt exercise science as I’d like to + don’t rly have any 'training' so my approach just comes from personal experience - take this w a pinch of salt lol. I’ll split it in 2 parts: my routine first + then a list of things that personally motivate me in a reblog in case u find any of that useful >:-) (under the readmore cuz this ended up being kind of long 👇)

ok so: I try to ‘actively’ work out 5 days a week. this tends to be broken into 1-2 longer full-body sessions (around 60-120 mins long, at the mo usually bouldering/parkour or a full-body home workout) with a rest day before/after + then 3-4 shorter home workouts (30-60 mins long, usually some form of weight/resistance training, targeting specific muscle groups). e.g. a fortnightly workout timetable might look smth like this for me:

I don’t tend to plan specific workouts more than a few days in advance so I don’t actually follow an explicit timetable like this. instead I set aside an ‘exercise timeslot’ every day (usually 4-6pm) and I’ll intuitively decide how to work out on the day – i.e., what part of my body feels ready to go? what part feels tired + needs a break? do I have the energy/focus to do 45 mins or do I need to shorten it to 30? do i need a rest day? working out regularly means I have a good sense of how long I need for certain muscles to recover so if there’s an activity I want to do on a specific day (like a sports club I wanna attend) I’ll keep it in mind and plan accordingly so I’m fresh for that. as a rule of thumb, I avoid working the same muscle group on consecutive days + give myself a full rest day before & after any intensive full-body workout. I also try to never take more than 3 back-to-back rest days unless I’m sick/on my period/life gets in the way – otherwise its very easy for me to fall out of routine even if I’ve maintained it for months beforehand (<- adhd ass)

(also worth noting – my ‘rest days’ aren’t completely ‘inactive’ – I’ll go for a walk or do some stretches/yoga or another gentle activity instead. I need a lot of physical movement in my life or I go stir crazy <- adhd ass strikes again)

my ‘home workouts’ are the sort of movements u can do at a gym with the equipment there, but I replicate them with a yoga mat + my own weights + a sturdy chair. I have 6kg & 10kg pairs of dumbbells, plus yoga blocks + resistance bands for extra challenge. most of my workouts are based on resistance/interval training, which is focused on increasing strength by repeating sets of movements/holds at a consistent intensity/pace for specific lengths of time, with short timed rest periods in-between (e.g., a typical workout might look like 45 mins of 45 movements targeting 1-2 muscle groups, each done for 40 seconds followed by a 20 second break before immediately moving onto the next).  I like it bc I can rly feel the progress I make + find it satisfyingly challenging (<-masochist) but also bc its easy to tailor to my own ability/how much energy I have that day etc by changing weights/pace. it also works with my adhd brain bc I only have to do each movement for 40-50 seconds at a time before moving on to smth else so I don’t get as easily distracted (as opposed to doing like xyz number of reps for xyz sets). if you’re interested, I swear by caroline girvan – I’ve done her EPIC programmes a few times now + often cherrypick from her videos when I want to work certain muscle groups without sitting down + compiling a list of individual exercises + setting a timer myself. the ‘EPIC beginner’ series is a great intro to her longer ones, I sometimes use that to ease myself back into working out if I haven’t for a while, but be warned it isn’t aimed at ppl who are completely new to that style of exercise. I think she has an app now that comes with an ‘absolute beginner’ version + a 14 day free trial(?) so might be worth checking that out. I will admit some of her stuff is TOUGH - I still can't do all of them w the same weights/pace she does... I particularly struggled with wrist strength when I started out too and had to do some separate conditioning/strengthening exercises before I could even work up to doing like. a single push up on my knees... so if u do check her out try not to get put off by how crazy strong she is bc thats literally her career skfjkj the important thing is just doing it to the best of ur own ability/to ur point of hypertension + keeping good form throughout!!

full body home workouts are pretty much more of the same just longer since I'm hitting more muscles (i.e. 60-90 mins) + sometimes with cardio elements (altho I can’t do HIIT workouts involving jumping at home bc I’m a respectful upstairs neighbour 😔). If I go to the bouldering gym (I try to go fortnightly atm) I’ll usually spend ~2 hours, focusing on trying to send one route at a time until my arms give out. im currently getting confident with V2 grades and tentatively working on V3s. its probs my fave sport, there's a level of problem solving to it that I find rly mentally stimulating... even tho I boulder solo, trips to the gym are social for me bc I often end up chatting to ppl working on nearby problems + picking up technique/advice from them, its a v welcoming space (I'm also planning on joining my new city's queer climbing group!). the parkour sessions I go to are also social, they're run locally for free around the city + structured by more experienced members in the community. they usually involve a warmup, conditioning, drills focusing on certain movements/jumps etc, and then free 'play' trying to put those moves into context. again ~2 hours long. im def not a pro at climbing or parkour but theyre super fun + would 100% rec if ur interested + can find a friendly local group for either, u can teach urself using online resources too :-)

goes without saying but I also warm up for at least 5 mins before doing ANYTHING!!! I try to cater it to the muscle group im planning on working with but still cover the whole body cuz its important to get ur heart rate up + even when u focus on one muscle group there will be others that get dragged in. I don't rly have a 'set' warmup but again caroline girvan has some good ones on her channel 👍 likewise always good to cool down after with stretches cuz future me will be grateful for it.. altho sometimes I'm a bit lazy abt it 🤭

okkkk i think that’s pretty much the bulk of it, I’ll stick my motivation tips in the reblog 😁

[fixing-bad-posts]

hey, you’ve gotten a few asks similar to this recently, but i’d just like to let u know i’m also super happy that you’re supportive of mspec lesbians & of a lot of discoursed identities in general. i’m an mspec lesbian and it’s just. Tiring. i understand that the label can seem confusing and contradictory from the perspective of somebody who isn’t one and i understand that making the distinction between what labels could be harmful and which ones aren’t can be difficult, but the way a lot of ppl navigate this conversation—particularly in online queer communities—is pretty gross. to make the argument that mspec lesbians r somehow biphobic for their self-identification and then following that up with smth like “mspec lesbians identifying as mspec means that men will think they can get with lesbians!” … yeah! bc let’s not put the responsibility of that on the aforementioned men, but instead on the ppl who want to label themselves to further describe their personal experiences! /s

sorry for the rambling there, but aside from all of that, much love to u, i hope u have a wonderful day <33 take care of urself!! ur blog is amazing and i rly enjoy the content posted on here :]

hey anon, sorry it's taken me so long to get you a response.

genuinely, thank you for sending in such a long note. it's encouraging to know that my content makes you happy, and it's been honestly pretty nice to have this sitting in my inbox ;)

labels are confusing—we're part of a vast community that exists in so many forms, and that's amazing but also super fucking complicated! i've definitely gone through my own phase of wanting to find the 'right,' answer or 'right,' definition for whatever-the-fuck identity... but there isn't one. thus, the stance of radical inclusion you see on my blog!

i'm sorry for past abuse you've faced (and i'm sure, will continue to face in other less-than-kind places); there's so much arguing, and for what?

hopefully you continue to enjoy my content— i wish you a far less tiring future. best wishes :)

[madsmoonlight]

heyyy im here to formally request you write some cottagecore tyzula fluff 🥺

hellooo anon! I am currently going through my maizulee brainrot stage and since that includes tyzula I am vv excited for this!!! (Side note sorry this is so late💀)

so I don’t know if you wanted like. Headcanons or an actual oneshot so I started a one shot and I’m going to post it on ao3 soon so I’ll reblog this with the link when im done but for now: headcanons:)

- in terms of canon I’d say they move out of the palace when they’re about twenty to twenty two. Ty Lee had a run over half a decade with the kyoshi warriors and she decides to retire. Azula is an advisor for zuko but she’s getting tired of politics after being involved in them functionally her whole life.

- they both come to each other rly nervous bc like ‘what if they don’t want to leave???’ and stuff but they both end up having the same idea and are like okay so where do we move then🧍‍♀

- Ty Lee suggests Kyoshi Island and Azula suggests Ember Island. Azula wants to be close so if the fire nation has political problems shes close enough to help, and ty Lee wants to be able to help future warriors learn to fight

- finally they decide on this little village right around the borders of the fire nation and earth kingdom and they’re like oh this is convenient

- Azula puts up a bit of a fight because ‘it’s farther from caldera than it is from Kyoshi’ but she’s not rly annoyed just being obnoxious

- they move in and they’re on a small hill not too far away from everyone else, but far enough they dont walk right into the village.

- there’s a river around the hill and a forest too, and it all looks very poetic. Ty Lee gushes about it all the time and is constantly inviting Mai over to write about it (keeping up the poet Mai agenda!)

- despite Mai recieving the most invitations, Katara and toph actually visit a lot bc Toph is always in the earth kingdom and whenever Katara comes down to visit they all meet up. They go on double picnic dates (okay minor katyzutoph insert im sorry 💀)

- they keep sheep at Ty Lee’s insistence bc she thinks they’re cute and likes to dye the wool for their clothes herself. - Azula likes gathering food a lot, while Ty Lee likes taking care of the animals. They’re vegetarian because Ty Lee didn’t want to kill the chickens. She got attached

- Azula cuts her hair short and wears bandanas, Ty Lee keeps hers long and usually does milkmaid braids.

- they have an awesome garden, Azula takes amazing care of it. they got carrots, lettuce, strawberries, avatar verse fruits and veggies, herbs, etc. not to mention the flower gardens courtesy of Mai

- Suki and Sokka come over and help them pain one of the walls with a mural. They paint everyone together, like the gaang and azulas angels and okay maybe it’s not amazing bc it’s sokka drawing it but ty lee loves it

- they make homemade tea :’) they buy honey from people in town and watch the sunset drinking mint tea and holding each other in front of a sunset that is suspiciously similar to the lesbian flag.

- Zuko visits and brings the most random housewarming gifts every time he’ll walk in and be like oh here’s your frog sculpture you’re supposed to keep it in your kitchen for good luck:) and they’ll be like zuko that’s not a frog and that doesn’t even fit through the front door

- (he buys the gifts at random pawn shops and hopes for the best tbh)

- the kids think they’re witches because of the herbs they grow they spread rumors and do the classic kids movie thing like ‘you gotta knock on the door to prove you aren’t a wimp’ and usually Azula scares them away BUT

(continued I’m sorry 💀)

[jangmi-latte]

Hi Chii for my request, I'd love a Trey x reader oneshot wherein it starts with mc talking to jade and trey somewhat feels jelly coz of how intimate they look(take note mc and trey are close) when they returned to the dorm they somewhat argued about it until trey suddenly confesses his feelings for her and she did the same and they start to kiss until they went to trey's bedroom and makeout(so yeah it turns out to be nsfw sorry riddle i rly love u with trey pero sakin muna sya haha) ily mamsh!

❞ 𝕿𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 ❝

➻ content: a jealous clover...

➻ warnings: too spicy!

➻ comments: doing this oneshot in honor of your graduation! congratulations! i'm proud of you! for sure trey would be proud of you too, yes? ily too mamsh!

࿐. . . TREY CLOVER

“I really appreciate your help, y/n.”

Jade placed the drinks on the customer’s table before facing you with a smile. The Mostro Lounge is filled with customers lately and Octavinelle needed an extra hand. Especially when Azul had fallen ill and couldn't participate in any classes or the lounge for a few days.

How worried you have become when you heard Jade was starting to feel dizzy from overworking himself. You have pushed yourself to help out with the lounge which greatly affected its services.

"I'm glad I could lend a hand I'm used to helping Heartslabyul with their unbirthday parties. It's fair I also help you out," you smiled back and wrote down some more orders from the students.

"As gratitude, would you accept my offer if I treated you out?" he asked once both of you met on the counter. You looked at him in surprise, "You don't have to, Jade."

"I insist. No feelings attached. I simply want to thank you for helping me."

"Where do you plan on taking me then?" you responded, preparing to bring another drink on the tray.

"Since the holidays are nearing, probably somewhere outside of the school?"

You hummed and smiled over at the vice dorm leader, “Sure! Thanks, Jade. You didn’t really have to,” you chuckled and began serving the drinks to the other customers. 

In your eyes, Jade is simply nothing more than a friend. Someone you can rely on as he stays true to his words. It was all based on experience, actually. Projects, homework, experiments, with you being his friend we was willing to help, also you have learned how resourceful he was. Not like you’re using him to pass. Your relationship with Jade has eventually bloomed into being close friends.

You took too much of your time being around Jade to even notice a certain Heartslabyul’s student’s observant eye.

“I thought you need y/n’s help, Trey?” Cater asked as he walked along with his friend. “Well look there she is!” he pointed over, seeing you exit Octavinelle’s mirror. It’s no surprise that Jade accompanied you to the mirror chamber. At least, it is in Trey’s eyes, since he did notice how distant you have been around him lately.

Oh, no! He isn’t controlling! You have your own life, you can make your own decisions. He has no right to force you or even control who you should and shouldn’t see. Besides Riddle, you have been another special person to him. He loves you. 

And yet he couldn’t stop the feeling of his chest tightening as he looked at you and Jade laugh together. He adores your smile and laughter, but seeing another man make you laugh is making himself doubt his chances with you. Again, he’s not forcing you or controlling you. He just didn’t want to lose you. As a friend or not, you’re still dear to Clover. However, that doesn’t change the fact he’s having hopes for you to say yes. A man can see his own best friend more than a friend.

“Trey?” Cater called, “Let’s head back to the dorm!” Trey moved his eyes away from you and sent his fellow third-year a smile. “Let’s go.”

“Aren’t you going to bring y/n?”

How he wished he could walk over and head back along with you to Heartslabyul like you usually do. He’s too kind. Seeing you happy with Jade is something he didn’t want to take away. He’s starting to tolerate himself, something he would always advise the others not to do. Over thinking has always been a mortal’s enemy.

“She’s having a conversation with Jade. I wouldn’t want to disturb her.” Trey chuckled and pulled Cater’s arm towards Heartslabyul’s mirror. “Are you sure?” Cater asked. “I mean, she’s heading over here now.”

“It’s best not to disturb her Cater.” Trey walked inside the mirror after that. At this point, Cater has become both worried and suspicious. Was Trey mad? He couldn’t be mad, his eyes say something else. The third-year looked over at you from over his shoulder. It seems like you haven’t even noticed them. “y/n!” he yelled over, catching your attention immediately, “Oh! Hey Cate!” you called before giving your attention back to Jade, “I need to go now, Jade. Thank you for the offer of tutoring me on Wednesday!.”

Bidding farewells, Jade headed back to Octavinelle while you jogged over to the waiting third-year, “Did I make you wait long?”

“Not at all! But I do need help with Trey....”

“Why? What happene–where is Trey?” You were feeling worried. It was odd for try to not be waiting in the mirror chamber like he always does. Cater’s smile was lopsided rather than his usual grin. “You see, I feel like there’s something wrong. You’re closer to him than I am so maybe you could help him?”

“Trey, please stop lying to me. I know there’s something wrong.”

You didn’t want to pressure the male. You getting confused. What happened perhaps? After Cater told you about Trey, you quickly made your way inside the chamber and had to go around Heartslabyul to find the vice dorm leader. Even Riddle has not seen the whereabouts of Trey. That was until you saw him in the Rose Garden.

All he did was give you a look and a small smile before saying, “Were you looking for me?” 

Your conversation with him was beginning to sound tense. You asked if he was okay, why didn’t he wait for you, or why was he barely making any approaches lately. It was starting to get on your nerves and the fact Trey isn’t vocal with his emotions nor does he show it was angering you more. Sure, you may be going over the line by not respecting his space, but you were starting to doubt if Trey still even trusted you.

“y/n, please. This is starting to get out of hand.” There he goes again with him dodging your concerns. 

“Trey, why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You’re trying to keep your voice steady at this point. You wanted to yell at him to get inside his head. You also didn’t want to catch the other students’ attention, most especially Riddle.

“There’s nothing wrong. Just go back to your room. I have to finish something.”

He stormed inside Heartslabyul. Ah, nothing’s wrong so you avoid your friend’s concern. Great logic. “Why won’t you just talk to me properly?!” you called out and chased after the third-year. You do hope, in the name of the Queen of Hearts, that there are barely any students in the hallway both of you are in. 

Trey sighed and shook his head. Even he was starting to lose his composure. He was trying so damn hard not to lash out on you. He was starting to question himself, why couldn’t he just admit he was jealous of seeing another man having your attention?

That’s right, pride and fear.

“y/n, I’m tired.”

“And I’m tired of you not talking to me! Did I do something wrong?! Trey, I’m starting to doubt our relationship right now! You haven’t been talking to me properly every time I try to approach you!”

Again, silence. Both of you are fast walking towards Trey’s room already, you had to walk faster to catch up with hid long strides. You wanted to cry already, taking deep breaths before having to force yourself inside his room and slamming the door behind you. Trey groaned, removing both his glasses and hat as he laid them on his desk then raking a hand through his hair.

“You know we’re currently not okay. I don’t want this to escalate further and wreck our friendship—” he gulped. “–especially when we’re not on the same boat. y/n, I—”

“Just tell me, Trey. Just tell me if I did something wrong because I really feel like it was my fault!”

“You did nothing wrong. Stop blaming yourself.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?! I just wanted to kn—”

“It’s because I love you, okay? I care about you. I didn’t want to ruin your connections with Jade just because I’m feeling selfish. If you’re happy, then I understand. If I have to keep my distance then so be it.”

“Are you insane?!” you yelled, Trey's letting out a breath of surprise at your sudden outburst. "Trey, you were jealous, weren't you? You think I would leave you just because I've been around Jade a lot? How many times do I have you tell you to stop over thinking?!" You racked your hand through your hair and huffed.

The desperation in both your lips and his were knee-weakening. It wasn’t soft, nor rough. His lips held some spark, a deep emotion he was holding for a long time.  He wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into thinking this was all just a dream, but every breath he took would make his desire for your lips stronger.

“y/n...” Trey panted against your lips. His hands wandering through your hair and around your waist. Letting out your frustrations in this heated kiss. Your lips left his for a brief moment as you pushed him on the bed, sitting on his abdomen before connecting your lips once more. Hot. That’s what you’re feeling right now. Either from the fuel of your argument just minutes ago or the sudden disclosure of both your feelings, it was enough to bring out your desperation of wanting to kiss your best friend. 

"You know what, fuck it."

In this state, your emotions were taking over. Something that dominated your ability to think your decisions through. You had grabbed Trey’s shirt and pulled him closer to you. Making eye contact with him as he stared at you in disbelief. He was speechless. Your other hand made its way towards his nape before slamming your lips on his.

Rather, your boyfriend.

You expected it to escalate, and it did. With just a question to trigger it all, “Are you sure about this?” 

One by one your clothes began to leave your body. His tender yet firm touches lingering on your skin, your mingled breaths, and half lidded eyes. The want, need, to build that trust once more, to show the value of your relationship as it takes another step. It will all begin on his bed.

As you now laid on your back, his lips sucked on your bare neck, leaving the reddest marks he could make. Your panties being the last garment that has left your body. You were steaming, and you loved it. Trey was already heavily panting, he hasn't even slipped inside you yet.

"Damn it..." he husked against your neck, biting down on the skin under your jaw. Blinded moans slipped out your lips so wantonly, "Stop holding back," you whined. You wanted to feel him deep inside you already. Your pussy was dripping and begging to be penetrated. He loves you, doesn't he? Then making love would be something you would wish to do to fix whatever was unleashed in both your outlash.

Grunting, Trey nudged your legs open, you spreaded them out so willingly, as he moved his lips back on yours again. You gripped his hair tightly, the other under his armpit and across his shoulder. Slowly, you felt it. Your wetness helping him ease his cock deeper into your cunt. Your tight walls swallowing him greedily.

As you're stretched out, you moaned as your tongues romped against each other. Having to pull away to breathe, a string of saliva stretching in between your slobbery lips. You tilted your head back on the pillow once Trey began to rock his hips on yours.

The sounds of your pants along with the slapping of skin was aching your core, your sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.

"Ngh– Trey..m-more!" you cried out as your head dug on the pillows, your nails scratching on Trey's arms as he himself hissed and groaned above you. Your warm cunt was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm the more he fucked you unto the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his cock deeper into you once his hips drilled into you swiftly.

Your moans were increasing in volume the more you felt him penetrate your core. Slamming into your most sensitive spots that sent your back arching and your eyes watering. "More..m-more..!" you whined out. A loud moan left Trey's lips as your walls squeezed his dick. Having to bury his head on your neck to silence himself, the vibrations of his grunts rumbling on his chest. You had to silence yourseld. Your lips instinctively biting on Trey's shoulder before a muffled cry was heard.

"Ah–mngh–..Trey! Right there!" was your muffled cry as the tip of his penis hit that one spot. Tears were running down your eyes already as you hoarsely panted.

"I'm cumming..." Trey hissed through gritted teeth. "L-Let go..I'm pull– gah– pulling out!" His hand held on your knee that remained tightly locked around his waist.

"J-Just cum inside..." you panted. "I'm on....birth control–fuck Trey!" you gasped and arched your back. Your hands gripping on his back as you subconsciously squirted. Your cum drencing the bed and your thighs, your eyes shut tightly as you heaved. Trey kept going. Thrusting hardly into you, a hand gripping your thigh before slamming his hips once last time. You felt his warm semen shoot deep inside your walls, leaving you whining at feeling so full. Feeling how it dripped out your core and unto the sheets.

"Fuck...that's a lot..." He looked down and chuckled tiredly. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of your vagina, seeing a trails of cum leave you. On the other hand, you whined and rolled over to your belly, uncomfortably shifting your hips. "I feel so full," you whined.

Trey laid beside you with a grunt. "You told me to cum inside you," he snickered, moving your hair away from your sweaty face before kissing your nose. "I guess you're mine now. And I'm sorry for how I acted a while ago.."

"Promise me you won't over think again."

"I promise. Either way I got what I wanted now anyways." He smiled and pulled you closer. You hummed and gave a tired smile yourself, your eyes getting heavy as you tried to sit up. "Since I'm yours now–" you sat on your knees, "–bring me to the bathroom. I need to pee and clean up."

"Of course."

Unbeknownst to the both you, a certain dorm leader has accidentally entered the room while you two were having sex. Despite the embarrassment, Riddle was glad both of you didn't notice. He was red and quiet on the way back to his room.

Why did he enter? He was worried since Cater alerted him of your argument with Trey.

Let's just lock our doors next time, yes?

[new-endings]

Do you have any advice for a first time writer? I’ve never made a fic before but I plan on writing one when I have the time. I know you’re a great writer so I thought I’d ask! Thanks and have a good day :)

Hi and of course, I’d be happy to help! Also /)///(\  (❁´◡`❁) I’m so very honored that you like my writing 💕 

I don’t think there’s really a wrong way to write (grammar and spelling aside), but here are some of my beliefs and my own advice! 

I think when it comes down to writing, especially for fanfiction, it’s important to remember that it’s a labor of love and you should write what you love and enjoy! If you’re not having fun while doing it and aren’t writing what you want, then why do it? 

You took the time and energy to create something that’s uniquely yours. It doesn’t matter if it’s any other AU that is considered “popular” among your fandom, this take is uniquely your own. And take pride in your work!

that’s not to say steal from other writers that’s plagiarism and i trust you know already not to do that but because this is the internet, i feel like this caveat has to be made

Also, I do encourage you to tag properly. In many fandoms, there are just too many fics to go through and tagging really helps the reader in finding your work! It also prevents people who may not be into the type of work you’re making from reading it and causing issues down the line.   

So have fun, and again I’m so glad to hear that you want to write! There’s never too many ideas, never too many stories c: Once it’s done, please link me! I’d be more than happy to read~

this is rly long im sry but here’s more

aight here’s some things that I do that personally helps me when I’m writing:

0. FEEL FREE TO DISREGARD ANY OF THE BELOW. Honestly, the way I write may not jive with you and that’s totally fine. This is just what I do. You’ll find your own rhythm or discover it along the way, but these are just some suggestions. 

1. Free write. 

-It sounds like you’re busy and might not have time throughout the day to just sit down and write for hours on end and if this is the case, sometimes just putting something down on paper/typing it up is small progress that gradually builds. It’s okay if it looks disjointed or a bit wonky at first-- you can smooth things over later. 

2. conversely, Write your rough drafts as a story skeleton. I’m a particular sorta creature, so if you have the time, I can recommend

It kinda looks like a play. Example: dead dove do not eat btw 

-C locks the door- 

C  "What are you going to tell the police, angel? That a billionaire is obsessively in love with you, a Soho bookseller, “ -A flinches as C approaches closer- “And kidnapped you all the way to his country villa and forged a completely new life for you?" 

-commotion outside from the storm-

A, pouting as he’s backing up against the wall "...well, you don't have to put it that way."

it can read fine just the way I wrote it lol but the point is-- having the scene already laid out in front of you helps with building the rest of the story and makes filling in details a lot smoother.

I also recommend using this method if you’d like your dialogue to run smoother.

3. Read things out loud. 

-It really helps. especially with dialogue. Think “is this something C/A/an actual human being would say in this manner?” it also helps with sentence structures. If you can read your paragraphs out loud without getting lost or winded, then the reader can too. 

4. Don’t make chunky paragraphs. 

-I need to take this advice lol Our eyes get tired as we read big blocks of letters strung together. Make them digestible. If you’re enjoying the spacing and it looks good to your eyes, chances are, they’re good for the reader too. 

5. Don’t apologize for being a first-time fic writer or antagonize your own writing especially in the summary.

-I see this a lot where the writer says “sorry if summary sucks” or “Sorry, first time writing!” and I think it sends a bad message to the reader. It tells the reader that you’re not confident in your writing skills. If you’re not confident, then the reader isn’t confident in your abilities. 

6. Don’t be afraid to share it! 

-Tumblr, ao3, Wattpad, you name it. Be proud of your work! I can honestly say that I love my own writing and that’s the primary drive to why I write in the first place-- I have an idea that no one else is gonna write for me (because I can’t afford commissions no siree), so if what I got is what I got, then I’m gonna make it good for myself. 

And I’m my own worst critic. If I like it, then I think it’s def gonna be good enough to share with other people so we can enjoy the same thing! 

7. It’s not worth getting upset over feedback.

-Whether it’s getting criticism or if there aren’t a lot of notes, comments, or kudos, it’s okay. Every writer has been there. 

-For negative feedback, remember that unless this person is harassing you or just putting down the fic without anything constructive at all, delete it and move on with your day. If they had no ill intent behind it, it may be worth considering their comment, but in the end, the choice is yours. 

-If there’s not enough feedback, then remind yourself of the reason why you made this fic: was it to gain traction as a writer? To polish your writing skills that you will eventually use to make your own original works or make more fics? If so, then go back to step 6. Promote it, share it, tell your friends and followers about it and there’s absolutely no shame in that. 

-And if you wrote primarily for the fun of it, because this was an idea in your head that you wanted to see, then that’s okay. You made a work you’re proud of and if you’re happy with that work, then don’t let this be a numbers game that will make you sad or upset. Your work is good enough when you’re happy with it; you only need to please yourself for it to have been a success.

Hope this helps~  

[naramdil]

Hi Hafsa! I was the cat anon, I'm getting a little silver marble Bengal boy! What shall I name him? And omg please give me any and all the advice you could possibly give me, I need all the help I can get

hey!! I’m so sorry for such a delayed response but I am absolutely Thrilled for you!!!! experiencing life w a kitten for the first time is so magical and it can be exhausting but it’s all so worth it. you’re gonna be in love. idk if you’ve gotten him already yet but hopefully some of this info will still be helpful even if you have. I made this a read more bc I wrote a lot lol. please let me know if there are any other questions that you have and good luck with everything 💗

re: his name, I have NO idea but I literally always thought if I ever get another boy kitten that I’d want to name him Rumi? also sometimes once you get them a name manifests naturally so don’t stress too much about that. I will say that it’s better to keep it st short and at a max of two syllables, when you say his name to him pronounce it with emphasis so he knows you’re talking to him. 

before he arrives (again, if you have him already you can disregard this lol) but I suggest planning on keeping him in one room to start as he gets used to your home environment - the sounds/smells etc. so for me I kept him in my room. 

this room will need to be baby proofed, check the floor for small things they could choke on, cover up outlets, loose wires, etc. so that it’s a safe enough place to leave him unsupervised. 

make sure that you keep all his necessary things there: a litter box, food, water, a few toys (I’ll link some of lulu’s faves later), somewhere to scratch, and somewhere to hide (this might be his carrier or st like this, some cats enjoy sitting in their carriers and some don’t so providing somewhere for him to retreat to is always good imo) 

when you bring him home, set the carrier near the litter and allow him to come out of the carrier on his own. now, I read that a lot of cats are nervous and take time but my cat could not Wait to get out of the carrier and smell the entire parameter of my room, and ik bengals have similar curious temperaments so he may not be that shy from the get go. before he continues exploring just set him down in the litter box so he knows where it is and then let him carry on exploring and familiarizing himself w the environment. 

also make sure the food and water aren’t near the litter box lol 

also I rec getting a small fuzzy blanket and conditioning him to knead on that rather than directly on you or someone/something else. you will thank me later for his when he’s a grown ass adult with grown ass adult paws. 

litter - bengal cats are v big, as are ragdolls so! I rec a Big litter box, either the large or extra large sized pans you can buy. also do yourself a favor and buy the liners, I also def use those litter locker things lol they make it a lot easier to dispose & maintain a clean litter box. 

keep a mat to place the litter box on. please. 

I get the tidy cats instant action one and have never had any issue with smell or any other health problems that some litters can cause 

scratching - this is the scratching post I have for my cat, it’s really nice and tall for large breeds and I haven’t had to replace it quite yet, it’s literally lasted six years of use so far! I’ll probs need to replace it soon though lol but a lot of cheaper scratching posts don’t last more than a few months so I’m really happy w this one. 

also ik they make cardboard ones but my cat’s scratching instinct has never kicked in w those so that’s just st to note, all cats have different preferences so starting out w a few cheaper things and seeing what he prefers before investing in st like what I linked above is a good idea 

regarding grooming - get him used to it early on. wait for him to be in sleepy nap mood and brush him over. let him smell the brush first, that’s a huge tip actually. before introducing him to anything new, before touching him etc, always let him smell before proceeding.  

if you are going to clip his claws at home then get a sturdy pair of clippers, if you buy st cheap and flimsy it’s going to cause damage to his nail. also this is st to get him used to while he is young, it’s okay if he only let’s you do a couple at a time. 

toys! there are obvi many kinds of toys so I’m gonna list some that are lulu’s faves 

any of those cat toys that are like fishing rods with a toy attached to the end? great! avoid getting the ones with feathers on the ends bc your cat will demolish them so fast but also, feather toys always make my cat sneeze so I just avoid letting him play with those. what you’re gonna learn is that between 2 and 5 am, your kitten has a HUGE burst of energy. lulu used to run around my room SO FAST and I used to make him chase after this toy to tire him out before going to bed lol. if you have a kitten that’s super active at night, try to interrupt some of his napping during the day & then play Hard with him before you sleep. also, if your kitten starts panting while playing, take the toy away and let him rest. sometimes they cannot rest if the toy is still in sight so you may have to hide it for a little bit before resuming play. 

cat’s love lasers. if you have a laser it is endless entertainment for both you and your kitten. 

this kind of toy is best for when you’re leaving your cat alone and need him to entertain himself. my cat only plays with this one when I am unavailable, it def keeps him entertained. 

any kind of ball toy is nice, you can play with him or he can play with them by himself 

my cat rly loves this cat nip toy 

anything with 

that’s really it tbh cats are v easy to please and I’m sure once you see what kind of things he’s most intrigued by you’ll be able to better figure out what to try out. 

okay I feel like I have covered almost all bases, ik I haven’t discussed food but that will vary with whatever your cat is already used to and if your cat is picky etc. 

[blinder-s]

Bad Date / Eames

ok so i’m back!! thank u to everyone who liked nd commented on my last imagine (which u can find here)!!! ily lots, and here is another tom hardy imagine lol :-) i hope u enjoy!!

BLURB: You go on a bad date, and Eames is there to comfort you afterwards.

WARNINGS:  Swearing??? A bit of violence but nothing rly i dont think

WORDS: 1,768

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNERS

“You’re going out dressed like that?” Your co-worker, Eames cooed as you strutted your way into the garage where the boys and Ariadne had crowded round the TV, watching God knows what.

“Yes, what’s the problem?” You asked, looking yourself up and down. You were going on a date with someone you had met in a coffee shop the previous day. They seemed lovely, with dark brown hair, and you wanted to impress them. 

“The skirts a bit fucking short, isn’t it?” Eames commented, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at your outfit. You weren’t wearing anything indecent, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination, you supposed. 

But you and Eames had never gotten along well, and you were certain that he was doing this to wind you up.

“It’s supposed to be short.” You retorted, “I’m going out on a date, Eames. If you have any other complaints or unneeded comments on my appearance, they’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning.” 

You rolled your eyes, before Ariadne commented on how ‘pretty’ you looked. You thanked her, feeling good about yourself for one of the rare occasions. 

“Yes, yes,” Eames piped up as you began walking out the door, “she looks lovely, in what little clothing she has on.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, so you turned around and gave him the finger, smiling sickly at him. 

Your date was waiting for you outside the restaurant for you, looking just as good as you remembered, and followed them into the fancy Italian restaurant they had picked out. And the date was going well, the food was nice and the conversation flowed well. You were enjoying yourself, and so was your date by the looks of things.

They paid for you, and you probably said thank you about one hundred times, until you walked outside, your hands brushing slightly and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’ve had a really lovely evening,” you said, looking up at your date who measured a couple of inches taller than you.

“Back to mine?” They asked, pulling at your waist and smirking seductively. You giggled coyly,

“Maybe another time, perhaps?” Truth be told, you weren’t in the mood for anything other than sitting in bed and binge watching some mindless crap on TV, “thanks for tonight, though.” You laughed, pulling away at their tight grip at your waist.

“I don’t think so,” they replied, their eyes furrowing, “you’re coming back to mine. Don’t act like a frigid, when I clearly know you aren’t.”

You began to try and worm your way out of their grip, “you don’t know anything about me.”

They laughed, bending down to your height, “you’re on that dating site, for fucks sake,” their breath hot on your cheeks, causing your eyes to burn and tear up, “and look at you,” they stood back, taking in your appearance, “you look like a common whore. Nobody comes on a date dressed like that, without the intention of getting fucked.” They whispered harshly, before clenching their jaw and grabbing onto your left wrist and pulling you further and further away from the direction of your home. 

“Get off me!” You screamed, digging your shoes into the tarmac ground. You, of course, had been trained to fight back. It was one of the first things Cobb did when you had been recruited as part of their team, and you picked it up easily. However, your date was much bigger than you and you weren’t exactly prepared, on in the most agile clothing. 

Their grip on your wrist tightened, and they clamped their free hand around your mouth, reducing you to grunts and concealed yells for help. Your hand wailed around, trying to hit your date anywhere you could. 

The two of you had gotten to a door, which you presumed was theirs, since they began to rearrange their hands so that they could get the keys out from their back jean pocket. You took this chance to punch them square in the face with your spare hand, that wasn’t locked to your back, and kick them in the stomach. Their grip around your mouth and wrist loosened, so you wiggled free and began running in the general direction of the garage, where you knew Cobb would be. 

You hid behind a wall, and slipped your heels off and continued to run easier, since you now had bare feet instead of six-inch heels. You ran and ran and ran, ignoring the sharp pains in the soles of your feet, as you stepped over glass and gravel towards the dimly lit garage. 

You didn’t need a mirror to see that your looked like a mess; your skirt had ridden up and was skewed to the left slightly. Your makeup had smudged, and mascara and eyeliner were running down your face as your eyes teared up at the harsh wind slapped you in the face as your ran. 

You feebly opened the industrial door to the focal point of you and your work colleagues, expecting it to be deserted except for Cobb in the corner, since he never really slept anymore. Or maybe Ariadne working silently on another location for the dream. Part of you hoped it would be completely empty, not needing any of your friends to see you in such a state.

But it wasn’t Cobb sat in the corner, it was someone you hadn’t wanted to see all evening. As you were running you could hear his comments about your skirt and how defenceless you were, and you had been praying to above that he’d have gone home. 

“You look a bit worse for wares, (Y/N).” He said reading a book, not looking up at your arrival, “have a bit too much to drink?” 

You slammed the door and ignored his petty comments, before going over to the sofa and lying down. Your silence and lack of comeback caused Eames to look up from whatever he was reading, and over to your shivering mess of a body slumped on the discoloured sofa.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cursed, before quickly making his way to you on the opposite side of the room. You yawned and mumbled that you were fine, before looking at your nails, “(Y/N), don’t be stupid. I know you’re not bloody fine!” 

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, at how he had to insult you even though he was trying to be comforting. Eames had reached you now, and crouched down so that his head was level with yours, and the two of you made eye contact.

Despite never getting along with your irritating colleague, you had always found him rather attractive, Maybe it was his British accent, or maybe it was his physique. Or maybe it was how he never pushed it, when you two fought, and he knew never to actually upset your feelings. 

“(Y/N).” He began softly, “what happened?”

You took a deep breath and began to explain how your evening panned out, including how your date commented on the length of your skirt, “I know you’ll just say that I was stupid, and asking for it because of my outfit. But please, I swear to God Eames, if you say ‘I told you so’,” you muttered not making eye contact with him, “I’ll punch you so hard in the dick that you’ll never be able to have children.” You gritted your teeth, before looking at him through your long damp lashes.

His hands went up in surrender, “noted,” his mouth formed a grin for a split second, before disappearing as quickly as it arrived, “not that I was going to say that anyway, love. Men are disgusting, and I’m sorry you had to go through that; even if you went wearing nothing, you still wouldn’t be asking for it.”

You smiled slightly.

“They deserve to be in prison,” Eames’ eyebrows furrowed, “tell me their name, and I’ll go kick them unconscious for you immediately.” He stood up and looked at you expectantly.

“Don’t be stupid.” You laughed, wiping under your eyes despite knowing it would smudge your makeup even more, “then you’d be put in prison. And who would I have to make fun of everyday?” 

Eames looked you adoringly, curled up in the corner of the ratty sofa, and sat down next to you. His weight caused the pillow to sink down, and you slowly let yourself slide next to him, your clothed thighs brushing up against each other.

Eames looked down at your tired makeup stained face, still thinking that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Even though he, too, went on dinner dates with multiple girls in whichever city they were in; he didn’t call back any of them, despite the dates going well. Because, at the end of the day, they weren’t you- and none of them could make him laugh as loud as you did. And that was all he cared about; you and him laughing, no matter if it was because you had insulted him or vice versa.

“Can I kiss you?” You looked up at the man you’d known for roughly five years, who constantly annoyed you, realising that he was the one that you’d always want to come back to. No one could ever replace the stupid relationship that you had with him. However, his taken aback face told you that whatever you were thinking was unrequited, “sorry.” You apologised immediately, feeling embarrassed, “Ignore me. Pretend I never sai-”

He cut off your rambling by kissing you softly. So softly, that he was almost afraid of breaking you. You smiled, kissing him back more eagerly and messily, probably due to your fragile and slightly intoxicated mind.

He pulled away, mumbling something about how he shouldn’t be taking advantage of an upset girl, and how you’d probably regret everything in the morning. 

“You have lipstick on your teeth,” you poked his cheek with your index finger, causing him to look at you abruptly, his mouth curving into a smile that took up half of his face. He leaned back in the sofa, letting out a gruff laugh, before looking over at your triumphant face.

“So do you,” he laughed, causing your face to fall slightly and punch him on the arm lightly.

“I hate you,” you spoke indignantly.

“I thought you did for five years, (Y/N).” Eames admitted honestly, “but I know that you don’t now.” He leaned his head down to yours, and pecked you quickly on the lips, “and I’m never going to let you forget it.” 

[ksstherain-blog]

detention date

 pairing: reader x kyungsoo

prompt: highschool!au

a/n: inspired by @niminii honestly i cannot believe u got that hella long detention that one time lmao!! anyways i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but excuse any slip ups if i forgot to change pronouns :( feedback is always appreciated!! it’s 6/27- i didnt rly know how to end this im just finishing it after i started it months ago and i wanted to post it so the ending is so ??? sry sry

“He’s staring at you again,” your friend teased, her words floating past her lips in a hushed, sing-song tone. Warmth rose to your cheeks in an instant, your eyes struggling to remain fixed on your teacher at the front of the room. It took every ounce of self-control in your body to resist the urge to shift your gaze an inch to meet his eyes.

Whispers and laughter began to exchange between three boys across the room, behind Kyungsoo, the boy who was supposedly looking your way. 

“Dude, Kyungsoo, there’s no way you haven’t been caught. Y/N’s not stupid!” Sehun hissed. His statement was followed by a loud laugh as he saw your gaze shift, following the sound of your name in their conversation.

A smirk danced on your lips, shaking your head and continuing your notes.

At least he’s trying to be subtle.

The shrill ring of the bell resonated in every classroom and in the vacant hallways, indicating the end of class.

Being in no rush, you took your time, placing your possessions back into your bag gently. Your friend tapped your shoulder before she left, glancing in Kyungsoo’s direction and shooting you a wink. “Save the poor boy some trouble, just talk to him once. I’m sure he’s a sweet guy, just a little shy, looking for a little love...”

“Shut up!” you squealed, sending her off with a playful slap on the arm as she waved and vanished behind the doorframe.

Once all your belongings were back in your bag, you thanked your teacher and began to leave. A shy voice called your name, halting your steps as you spun around, a curious smile on your face as you responded, “Hm?”

Kyungsoo stood at his desk, his belongings still sprawled out on his desk. His hands were stiffly placed into a somewhat natural pose- one resting at his side, the other, bashfully running through his short hair. His friends nudged his side, causing his face to quickly contort in pain from the small jab and rub his rib. 

“Kyungsoo,” one of his friends, Chanyeol, prodded, hoping to finally get his friend to at least say one word to you before leaving.

“Oh, right! Bye, Y/N!” the short boy quickly blurted, a rosy hue erupting on his cheeks as his gaze lowered. His hands worked to shove his notebooks into his backpack as he silently prayed that Sehun, Chanyeol, and Jongin wouldn’t make too much fun of him for what just happened. 

A soft giggle bubbled past your lips as you grinned, “See you tomorrow, Kyungsoo.”

“Where’s the lover?” Sehun whispered as he slid his slender body into the metal chair, glancing around the room for you. He had slept in and took his time with getting ready, seeing how he was already late. It was not an unusual sight to see Sehun arrive to class late; however, it was unusual to see you late, let alone, absent.

“Mr. Oh, I may be facing the board, but my ears aren’t facing anywhere and can hear exceptionally well. It’s nice of you to join us 40 minutes after we’ve begun, and it would be even better if you could join me in detention after school for half an hour.”

The entire class stifled their laughter as Sehun muttered out a profanity, slumping into his chair. 

“That’s your eighth one,” Jongin pressed, “in two weeks.” 

“Glad you can count, Jongin,” Sehun snapped as he pulled down the bill of his cap, “but is Y/N seriously not here? I was looking forward to making jokes...”

Minutes seemed to pass and as the minute hand of the analog clock signaled the beginning of another hour, a riot of footsteps echoed through the halls before the classroom door slammed open. All eyes in the room shifted towards the door, your classmates and friends finding your outfit of flip-flops, sweatpants and a jacket, to be amusing. 

“Hi, sorry, I slept in and I didn’t even realize-”

“Y/N! Glad you can join us today. Did you get a nice bit of extra sleep?”

“I did,” you mumbled, the heat in your cheeks making the room feel uncomfortably hot. You slowly walked to your seat and attempted to shrink before your teacher’s voice called out to you for a second time. 

“Well, since you got extra sleep, I take it that you won’t be too tired today?”

“I guess not..?” 

“That’s perfect! Because I have a lot of work for you to do after school, for an hour, in detention.”

Mortified, you let out a groan and rested your head on your desk.

Sleeping in, detention? You just need one good thing to come out of today.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the group of four boys plotted a plan.

“Just get detention, Kyungsoo. It’s not even that bad. Well, I mean, it’s not bad as long as it’s not an hour long.” Chanyeol suggested, his last sentence sending two boys into a frenzy of laughter, and one into a train of deep thought.

“How do I get detention? Class is almost over..” Kyungsoo wondered aloud, his plump lips quirking as he thought.

“Just be obnoxious,” Jongin stated, “like this,”

Before Kyungsoo could even ask him what he meant, Jongin raised his voice. 

“Kyungsoo! You’re so funny, thanks for showing me this video! Can you link me, bro? I can’t believe the teacher hasn’t caught you yet...”

You looked up at the group of boys and laughed, their childish antics brightening your mood a bit. They were always troublemakers in your class, and today, they seemed to be stirring up mischief once again.

“Jongin, would you like to serve detention with your friend after school?”

The tan boy’s lips curved into a proud smile, his head eagerly nodding in approval of the idea. “Yes, I’d love to! Can Chanyeol and Kyungsoo get detention with us too?”

Your teacher grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes, “Sure, whatever, just keep quiet and pay attention. I don’t want to hear from you the rest of class.”

Detention began and you sat uncomfortably in your chair, your eyes darting around the room. Your detention ‘buddies’ had yet to arrive, and you were secretly praying they would show up quickly. Saying detention is boring is an understatement, it’s beyond tiring and a waste time.

“Hi, Y/N,” a small voice greeted from the doorway. You raised your head and smiled, responding to Kyungsoo with a similar greeting.

“What are you doing here? Did you actually get detention because of Jongin?” you asked, feeling pity for the poor boy. He did nothing but got dragged into a punishment for no reason.

“No, actually- I mean, I kinda- I’m just, I came to see...”

“See what?”

“See..if..you..were...here...”

Your lips curved into an “O” shape, your head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Why?”

The flustered boy scuffed at the floor with his shoes, “I wanted to, um, maybe talk or something. You know, because this is detention and it gets boring, so I just wanted to keep you company and talk to the guys. And talk to you, of course, yeah. I just wanted to see if you were here...”

He looked up from the floor and he felt his heart warm at the sight of you bashfully grinning, a soft dash of pink decorating your cheeks. 

“You came to detention because you wanted to talk to me? Like a detention date?” you joked, feeling flattered nonetheless that a cute boy like Kyungsoo liked you enough to stay an hour in detention with you.

“Yeah,” he mumbled in response. Embarrassed would be the perfect word to describe how he was feeling, but bearing through it meant that he could possibly spend time with you, he was okay with it.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” you questioned, smiling as you pulled out the chair next to you. “Sit down, Kyungsoo. Detention’s about to start.”