#so give me like a weekish

[simswoon]

This guy has a fight with his girlfriend and then goes to play in leaves...

[reinvent-and-believe]

7 for Roy x Jamie. Also, I adore your writing! ❤

7. love at first sight

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“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Georgie says, looking at the pair of them from across the dinner table with a crooked little grin that means trouble, a grin Roy’s intimately acquainted with on a slightly different face. “Love at first sight, weren’t it?”

“Mummy.” Jamie is the palest Roy’s ever seen. “Do not.”

“Don’t be rude to your mum,” Roy scolds, his full attention fixed on that familiar grin. He rests his arms on the table and leans in. “What were you saying, Georgie?”

“Well look at you, coming to my defense,” she teases. “Can you believe it, my Jamie ending up with such a gentleman?”

“It’s lovely to see,” says Simon, setting a tray of fresh cookies down on the table and giving Roy a genuine little smile.

Roy doesn’t know much about Simon; Jamie’s not talked about their history, other than to hint that a teenage Jamie Tartt was as much of a fucking terror as one might imagine and Simon was a prime target. But Roy likes him. Likes how he looks at Georgie like she hung the fucking moon. Likes how easily his love extends to Jamie.

“Mummy.” Jamie’s blushing now, a deep, fast-spreading red. It strikes Roy, not for the first time, that Jamie’s fucking gorgeous when he blushes. 

“Love at first sight? Is that what you said?” Roy asks.

Jamie elbows him. “You ain’t helping.”

Fuck football, this is Roy’s favorite game now. “Who says I’m trying to?”

“Right then.” Georgie winks at Roy as Jamie rubs his forehead. “It must have been, what? 2006? When did you move to Chelsea, Roy?”

“2005."

“2005.” She nods. “Chelsea were here playing City, so of course we had it on telly. And all the announcers could talk about the whole game was the new hot player at Chelsea, making quite a name for himself after only a few games. So of course the camera cut to him over and over, I swear half the game was a closeup on Roy Kent.”

“Mummy, you have got to stop,” Jamie groans.

“This one,” she reaches across the table and pats Jamie’s hand, even as he scowls, “was all of eight years old. You might be a gentleman, Roy Kent, but you’re also a bit of a cradle robber, aren’t you?”

It’s Roy’s turn to freeze. “Right.”

“I’m 25 years old, Mum, I’m fucking grown,” Jamie huffs in an exasperated voice that sounds suddenly 15.

“Of course you are, love.” Her smile loses its bite, fond and soft. “I think you’re lovely together and I’m thrilled for you two, swear down. But I am gonna give this one shit about the fact that he and I would have been in school at the same time and you were eight when he got his big break.”

“Fucking hell,” Jamie says as Roy says, “Fair enough.”

“So Jamie was just a tiny thing, sat in front of the telly as close as he could get, eyes wide. After the first half, he stood up and looked at me with that little look he gets. You know the one. When he’s made his mind up about something and you’ll be wasting your breath if you try and stop him.”

“I know the one.” Roy puts a hand on Jamie’s knee and squeezes gently.

“He turned to me and said”—she pauses for dramatic effect before starting the recitation—“‘when I grow up, I’m gonna be a pretty footballer like Roy Kent.’”

Jamie buries his head in the curve of Roy’s neck. “This is not a cute story,” he insists.

“Keep telling yourself that, love,” Georgie coos sympathetically. “And so began the Roy Kent years. What does he ask for for his birthday? A Roy Kent poster. What do we have to get when we check out at the shop? That magazine with Roy Kent on the cover. What’s he want for Christmas? A Chelsea kit, for Christ’ sake.”

“Now, Georgie, you’ll embarrass him,” Simon chides mildly.

“Yeah, that ship has fucking sailed, man,” Jamie pouts. “When Roy leaves me because he thinks I’m a fucking stalker, it’s gonna be all your fault, Mummy, is that something you want to live with?”

Georgie shakes her head, laughing. “Roy, you’re not allowed to leave Jamie over my cute story. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I’m just saying,” she says, sitting back and looking at her son with a love so palpable it makes Roy ache, “it’s not like this is exactly a surprise. If anyone knows how to go after what they want, it’s my Jamie.”

It’s fucking weird, hearing about little Jamie’s crush, but it's not like he didn't know most of it, and it's not like they’ve ever really had the most normal of relationships; Roy accepted that pretty early on. He puts an arm around Jamie, smiling when he immediately curls into Roy. “Well, I think you set your sights too low,” he says with a gentle brush of the lips against Jamie’s temple. “You turned out to be a way prettier footballer than Roy Kent.”

“Uh, yeah, obviously,” Jamie scoffs, rolling his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches towards a grin as he pulls Roy into a kiss.

[loveshotzz]

you reblogged your whatta man masterlist🤨 dont play w my heart rn idk if i can handle it

I did reblog it! but not cause it’s done :( I was manifesting a good writing night which I think it might be! It’s not done yet, but hopefully within the next weekish. I’ll give you a lil snippet since it’s taking so long 💗

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes and freckles trail along his neck leading to small moles placed like the stars above you on his sun kissed skin and stubbled jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks, the expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in seconds flat.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you silently scold yourself for acting like you’ve never seen a cute guy before.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary honey, it was an accident.”

The endearment that leaves his mouth followed by the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground a matching chain slips out from under his shirt, the glow above giving you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile,you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as your okay-“

“Steve.” He offers his name with the kind of smile that shows the whites of his teeth, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot.” you start to say doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks feel like they are on fire.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips, jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves unashamed before offering you another grin.

Giggles bubble past your strawberry flavored lips making his grin widen. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the muscles in your face hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice comes out sweet despite the teasing roll of your eyes as you point to your open window above.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger before all his attention is back on you. The tension growing thicker when he kicks off the wall. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his clothes, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside.

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue to push the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk tells you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too.” Tracing your tongue over your top lip, you taste the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded lids. “Steve.”

[rgr-pop]

did i tell you they (my physician) is denying my acid reflux medication AGAIN? last time what happened was that when rite aid went under, this med did not get sent to my new pharmacy with the others - it got lost. my new pharmacy said to ask them to rewrite it and re-send it and they refused, i kept putting in requests and requests and for months they said they could not give me a second prescription for this drug - the implication being that i was trying to get it twice. again this is not adderall this is an acid reflux medication i’ve been on for like eight to ten years that if i don’t take it i am miserable and start to damage my esophagus and my dad has the esophagus lining disease which has a hereditary component and my gi said that on the ppi im not showing any damage in my esophagus with my GERD. anyway finally my pharmacy got it (i was off it for months i think), i think my pharmacy techs might have hounded them for me - they’ve been so kind and helpful to me in spite of working the highest pressure most miserable job in america rn and being 24/7 beleaguered and also having to put me through pharmacy policy hell not of their own choosing anyway i digress. so i finally got my ppi rx a month ago. a weekish out from running out i try to call it in and they tell me (nirvana school voice) no refills. i look at the bottle and see they wrote it for (🥁) NO REFILLS. for a ppi?? are you fucking kidding me? the pharmacy sent in a request early this week or maybe it was last friday, i sent in more requests and haven’t heard anything. i emailed them a follow up today asking if they could give me a reason. i can’t expect to get it filled til next week so it’ll be at least five days off but at this point that wouldn’t be so bad. i was so relieved when they finally gave it back to me and ive been taking dramatically fewer sleep aids. i’m assuming they’re going to find some way to punish me for being a drug seeker

[makethemhoesmad]

Sorry this took me a minute to officially get out and so sorry if it’s bad. This is my first time actually releasing my writing for anyone to read other than me. It’s also kinda short because 1) I only worked on it for around a weekish and the latest episode parts of the night 2) I really wanted to get at least the prologue out before the end of the week which I did so yay me! But honestly if you have any tips, critiques or recommendations for the next part I will really appreciate it!! Enjoy lovelys🫶

🪐

(this has also not been proof read or really edited once I officially finish part one I will probably re-do this I have just been busy and wanted to get this done. I’m also not 100% sure about the title so if you have a opinion on that lmk babe)

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Take me home

prologue: Beginning of the end

Pairing: paige bueckers x Azzi fudd

Themes: promptly fluff

Warnings: none that i’m aware of!

June 26th 2018

(Paige’s pov)

It was the final week of the rounds for try-outs for team USA when we were split into two teams that we would be on this week. Some of the girls on my team I recognized from the previous try-out days.

There was one girl I didn't recognize, but she was pretty good from what i’ve seen. There wasn't any denying she was going to make the team. As I watched the girl walk over to the water table I had convinced myself to go and talk to her.

“Hey i’m paige” I extend my hand out giving the briefly smaller girl, who’s currently sliding on the jerseys we got during the beginning of try-outs.

"Oh" The girl slightly jumped. "Um sorry hi, Azzi" She smiled reaching her hand out to meet mine.

Her smile immediately lights up the room instantly causing me too return one to the slightly shorter girl. Once our hands meet the feeling of warmth they bring to my normally cold hands, and the instant feeling of comfort she brings me.

"-uh Paige?" Bringing me back from whatever I was a soft, and gentle voice calling out my name.

"Sorry, zoned out for a minute" I responded with a reassuring smile trying not to make it awkward. "But uh, Azzi like Jennifer Azzi?"

"Yeah, actually it is" Her comforting smile now bigger than before she explains while I just listen throwing in my thoughts here and there to keep our conversation afloat. But before I knew it, it had already been fifteen minutes and we were about to start practicing.

"-But uh fun fact! you’re the first person outside of my family to know where I got my name from" The now grinning girl confessed as we were walking to the baseline.

By the time we reached the other side of the court we then started running simple exercises and drills. Which had eventually got tiring enough before coach had finally ended today’s session.

"Okay ladies good practice, remember to get some rest and be prepared for tomorrow we will be splitting up starting tomorrow. And I believe that is all I have for you, you are dismissed" Coach explained for the following day officially ending practice.

Before leaving I caught up to the girl currently walking ahead of me before stopping her. "I think it's cool you know" I looked at the girl in front of me with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Your name. I think it's cool that you're named after someone that good" I couldn't help but smile at the girl before walking out of the arena in the hot summer air.

ahh! it’s finally out once again i’m sorry if it didn’t reach any expectations so please please let me know your thoughts and would appreciate your feedback! bye babe🫶

ong rhis is amazing

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

How often do you eat Indian food? What are your favorite dishes?

I love that this is Indian Food Discussion Hours.

Umm... I probably go to the local Indian restaurant about three times a month, and I get two meals from that. But I also make my own daal at home and have it a couple of times a week. Deep (brand) kathi rolls are also one of my at-home staples, and while I know they're just frozen food, I'll count them about 3 times a week. I go to my friend's house once-a-weekish as well.

So... 7ish meals weekly? That sounds correct.

My Top 10 Indian Food Dishes:

Chicken korma / shahi korma (I get it so rarely too)

Mutter paneer, the creamy kind (the other onions-and-jalapenos-but-no-cream kind is okay too, but I don't usually opt for it since I like pretty much everything on a given Indian restaurant menu and it's Just Alright to me)

Gudjarati daal with some onion kulcha

Chicken tikka masala

Paneer and/or chicken makhani

Saag paneer

Daal palak with some onion kulcha

Corn shaq

Eggplant shaq

Bhindi fry

Honourable mention to dosa malala with the little potato masala. 10/10. Also I didn't add pilau because it's such a broad term, but rest assured that it would be on here.

Give me a side of samosas and/or some jeera rice and I will be an even happier camper. Pakora is also always a good appetizer.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

The atmosphere in your home is…

Wrong.

It feels more than wrong when you come home, trailing behind your stolen body like a lost kite caught in an errant breeze. 

See, your home (the Warren) is an extension of you, it didn’t start out that way but after a decade of being soaked in your magic and emotions it is now just as weird and alive as you are. It’s nice having a house that can grow and shuffle rooms around as needed, or a hundred other needlessly whimsical things a normal house can’t do like hot milk drawers or root cellars that are secretly forests. 

You love the Warren and it loves you back with every brick and tile, every floor and ceiling, every washroom and hidden staircase.

It loves you, it loves you and you’ve brought a monster to its door.

The ground shivers, shudders like skin caressed by cold hands as your body steps over the wardline at the edge of your property. This place is a part of you and it Knows that something is so terribly wrong, but it can’t stop the you that is Not You. This place Knows that body, Knows every scar and scrape, every dent in the plating beneath your skin, every wire snaking through your skull just as well as you do.

Oh it Knows you, and it missed you.

You were only gone for a few days, but how it missed you. Pipes flowed with saltwater tears, vents rattled like sobbing throats, walls bruised and blackened with sorrow and mold. Not even the hand of a certain plumber the house has always had a crush on could soothe the hurt for long, could stave off the snotty leaks, or the wallpaper that faded and peeled like old skin. 

The front door slams open, wide and waiting, like the arms of a child begging for a hug. The door trembles on its hinges, so scared but so excited. It can feel Zilch piloting your body, it can sense your aimless ghost following behind it and it knows it should shut itself tight but…

But it missed you, and now you’re home.

Zilch sweeps across the threshold like he owns the place, and you can feel the Warren reel in his wake, disoriented, dizzy, and Sick. As sick as you felt watching that bastard ogle your body like meat.

You want him dead.

And he knows that, glancing back at your ghost he smiles just enough to make you want to strangle him. The farther he goes into your home the more your home freaks out and tries to expel the intruder in ways that won’t hurt you directly. Rooms shuffle, hallways squirm and branch like veins beneath skin, pipes rattle and burst, spilling salt water and mucus. It’s very hard to be intimidating when you don’t have any hands, and all your servants are cute little dishes with kitty paws or bird legs.

Even if that wasn’t the case, you doubt Zilch would give much of a fuck.

He finds Adrian before you do, drinking alone in some lonely darkened corner, looking leagues more pathetic than when you’d originally left him. 

The house freaks out just a little bit more and manages to shuffle two rooms together right as Zilch starts to approach your beloved husbeast, sliding whatever private side room your wife Jeanne had been in into this one. For a second you hope that was intentional on the house’s part, safety in numbers and all that. 

Jeanne’s drinking too, but because it's her day off and not because she’s got unresolved emotional issues like Adrian. 

Last weekish (time is weird and wobbly where you live and you do not respect it as a concept), you and Adrian had a fight. It wasn’t even a fight really, it's not like he put his hands on you at any point, it was just an argument that got out of hand really fast. 

He was off in a corner being his usual brooding gloomy self and you’d just gotten out of a long-winded meeting that could have been an email, you admit that you were agitated at the time and maybe even a little bitey feeling but you were doing your best not to take it out on anybody that didn’t deserve it. 

"Why do you even bother with me?" Adrian had said from his darkened depression corner. 

"You're my husbeast and I love you, why wouldn't I bother?" You’d said, eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I am moody and not fun." And he’d looked at you with those pretty golden eyes of his, so full of sorrow and self hatred like always, and instead of melting like normal you just… simmered like milk waiting to boil over.

"You have depression and probably ptsd, you had to kill your own dad??" You’d wandered over to him, to touch him, to be with him and he’d stiffened at your approach. Adrian was, and is, a complicated little bastard with layers upon layers of traumas and complexes smashing him flat like a poor man’s Atlas, so you did your best to make him feel loved and included no matter what. Taking him out to little lunch dates, or staying in and having a spa night, just anything to make him realize that his presence is always wanted no matter what the awful voices in his head might say. 

You looked at him, a sudden horror dawning that you might be taking this whole thing too far and maybe what he really needed was some alone time. "If you don't want to hang out, you can just say that, I always feel like I'm bothering you anyway."

"You are not. I am the one who is a burden." Came the reply

You’d dragged your hands down your face, horrors be damned,  "You're not a fucking burden, you're my husband who i love and adore and would tear the world apart for!"

It only got worse from there.

You still aren’t sure HOW exactly, but it’s not like that matters anymore. Things were said, words hurled like knives and acid that ate you down to the bone and left you raw, wishing he’d just HIT YOU and be done with it.

Sometimes you lie awake at night at your mom’s house and wonder if he HAD hit you if this would have turned out a lot better.

You can handle being hit, you know how to hit back after all.

Maybe if you had just stayed and knocked some sense into him, none of this would have happened.

Then you remember the way he looked at you, eyes burning like embers, bloody tears running down his face as he loomed over you the way a wolf looms over a rabbit that’s too stupid and too scared to run and he’d said, “You would make a perfect vampire.” Each word hot iron to your hearts, hatred given shape and substance. “Is it any wonder why you get along so well with my father, you both share the same greed and entitlement, you think this word revolves around you and everyone else is just something for you to play with until you’ve used us all up and hungrily move on to the next bright and shiny thing.”

You couldn’t speak, eyes stinging with fresh tears.

And then you ran, you ran all the way to your mother’s like a frightened child and you hid there for days. Wallowing in your shame.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Hello!!! Cannot wait to see what you have written for Nessian week 🥰 but I do have to ask now that NHL preseason is a weekish out will we be getting an update to Top Shelf Love?

So, unfortunately, an update will not be part of my Nessian Week offerings 😔 I was in the worst writing slump ever recently. Like I literally only currently have 2 fics for the week (and am quite desperately trying to finish a 3rd), so it's been a rough go for me....

But! That fic is the next on my horizons! Now that my writing juju is back. And especially because I've gotten an influx of Hockey Romance TikToks that are just eye-twitchingly wrong, so it's really inspiring the meta I will be including in the next chapter 😂

Like I've literally seen multiple MULTIPLE TikToks for hockey romances where the scene being promoted involves the WAGs being along the glass/the FMC being along the glass during the games and I'm like please be so serious.... You think a hockey team? Which at its core is a business? Is giving the literal best and most expensive seats away for free to the WAGs????

[izzy-b-hands]

tossing the tech issue out in case anyone might have an idea I haven't already tried:

Issue is that as of the last weekish? or so? on some sites and on a few of the vids I've recorded via my laptop, videos won't play correctly. By that, I mean they go all old school green pixelated as they play and will lag a fuck ton. Reloading the page sometimes fixes it, sometimes pausing and starting again does, other and frankly most times I can't get it to work as normal at all. There are a few videos on each affected site that I'm going back to as testing to see if they keep giving this issue whenever I play them; thus far it's been seemingly random as to when and why (at least to me, very likely the issue is obvious to someone more familiar with current tech)

I've run the built in and downloadable troubleshooters (including system diagnostics and all that jazz where I get to open the commands and type in whatever they advise and hope it works. It hasn't.) All have said that both software and tech are in working order. I've tried to update drivers, via Dell and Microsoft, but again both say all drivers are up to date. Intel driver search also said I have the most current driver for my graphics card in particular.

I've tried a few of the extra troubleshooting options provided in a help thread on Microsoft's site that was from this year, so clearly others are having this issue. The guy in the thread dealing with it said none of this worked for him either, and the thread closed without him stating he ever found out how to resolve it unfortunately. None of the suggested options have fixed it for me though.

I should note, no issue w/video games!! everything there is working as normal, no real issue w/frame rate or anything graphics related (aside from GTA online forgetting to load a sidewalk or road or two, but that's been happening for ages on every device I've ever played it on lmao.)

I feel so stupid. I used to be better at fixing things like this but I feel like I'm missing something obvious to clear this up. It's affecting my ability to upload my vids to P H and I literally just hit the bronze tier in their tier program so I HAVE to keep uploading more regularly to keep it (it means slightly more ad money; I need one hundred earned to cash out and I'm only at like. thirty one bucks rn so the ad money really does add up over time, a little more would be awesome.)

If any of y'all have the slightest idea on how to fix this, please reach out. I can give more detail abt what I've already tried to do to fix it, and even if I've already tried whatever you might suggest I'm more than ready to try it again and hope it works the second go! I'm really hoping this isn't an actual graphics card issue bc A. I'm not confident enough to get into my laptop to muck with it like I was with my old one in college (she had an actual CD drive and easy to get into back panel to check on fans and such), B. idk how much those are rn but I'm gonna guess Too Much, and C. every trouble shooter that involved checking the graphics card said it was coming up golden, working exactly as it should. I'm at a loss and like I said, probably missing something obvious; if any of you can see it let my dumb ass know please!

[swiftfootedachilles]

i'm writing chapter six of my au where ian is the host of a kid's show and also autistic and i'm just gonna spoil a small little plot point bc i think you'd enjoy it !! if you wanna read my upcoming fic (bright as the stars) without insider info just skip this ig

in chapter five, they're hanging out and they end up having to go to a different corner store than usual for snacks and they don't sell Ian's specific candy bar he always gets. it's like, a local brand dark chocolate. but it's whatever, right?

him and mickey are having a good day so he just sucks it up and gets a Hershey bar instead. not the same but ian's determined to not linger on it

chapter six, like a weekish+ later on Ian's birthday, Mickey gives Ian a few presents INCLUDING the very specific dark chocolate bar ian always gets. he explains how he noticed ian's disappointment on that day and went and got the kind he liked and added it to his presents

this leads into ian explaining that he has issues with food (tastes and textures) and is specific about brands and certain types of food, and mickey pretty much says "if we ever eat together, tell me what you like ahead of time. so i can get foods you like"

i know it's like, bare minimum for friends to accommodate to each other's needs like that but idk the idea makes me happy. just them working to make each other as comfortable as possible and the specific examples of that, even as early as chapters five/six when they are in their in-denial 'just friends' era.

i was just writing out this scene and thought that maybe you'd enjoy it since you liked me rambling about accidentally making ian autistic. now it's on purpose because i realized it

-thatoneao3author

yeah ians definitely a dark chocolate lover. he definitely took one bite of the hershey bar then pretending to eat it only to spit it out when nobodys looking. also i just KNOW he likes raw vegetables bc of the Crunch, the freak

great now im mickey making ian dinner and being like "no this isnt a date youre just at my place petting my cat while i cook you a meal that meets both our restrictive needs this is NOT a date" and ians thinking "🤭heeheehee its a date ☺️"

[justhere4thevibez]

for the ask post :) 19 & 29 if you're down!

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Hmmm 😏 this is a snippet for the next chapter of Long Is the Road Out of Hell - hopefully out sometime in the next weekish?

*****

When she finally pulled away, Eddie chased after her, covering her face with sweet little kisses that left her giggling and hazy in the best way.

“Eddie,” she said in a pleading voice. “You have to breathe.”

“Kissing’s more important,” he said, dotting careful pecks along her jaw. “I’ll breathe when I’m dead.”

“I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work,” she said, trying to hold in her laughter.

“Don’t care.” He’d worked his way up to her ear and was now tracing the shell of it with his lips. “Wanted this for so long. I’m never letting you go.”

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I haven't actually written it down (I'm very much an internal writer - everything happens inside my head before I write anything down) but I do have an idea for a scene between Max and Chrissy, where Max has outgrown some of her old clothes and is frustrated/insecure about her weight, and Chrissy is able to help her through it because she understands what that's like. But there's never been a natural place in any of my fics to add that scene (I originally intended it to be in my very first hellcheer fic, You're Not Going to Do a Thing, but it just didn't work). It's still burning a hole in the back of my mind, and I hope that someday I can find a fic it works in (or maybe write a standalone one-shot), but until then it only lives in my head!

Thanks for asking these fun questions!

ask me things

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Okay so a weekish ago I had an idea of Jimmy giving up and just being borderline suicidal this season. Like he isn't actively trying to die but he has this idea of "I'll die first anyway why should I care" and keeps putting himself into dangerous situations because he just doesn't care and thinks it makes no difference. But I just realized that's LITERALLY what is happening with the bad boys thing like I literally accidentally predicted this season. And on top of that He Literally teamed up with the two people in this series who are the worst about making fun of him. Like he literally put himself into the absolute worst headspace he could this season

HEY BESTIE. CALM DOWN (/lh) STOP GIVING ME ANGST IDEAS.

BUT HE DID THO. Maybe he agreed to ally w them in hopes they'd see he wasn't worth picking on so harshly and they'd treat him better. Maybe they'd be his voices of reason and keep him safe, keep him alive longer. Maybe with Grian - the orchestrator of the games - by his side his curse might be broken.

Or maybe he's lost all hope for himself :) maybe he's given up and decided "what more harm can they do? how can they make things worse?" so he put himself with them cause they're the only ones willing to take his company. Everyone else is scared to be with him cause he's cursed. Joel and Grian may shove him around a bit too hard and spit a little too much venom with their insults but they aren't actively denying his presence. He can be around them as long as he's their punching bag :)

[whoslaurapalmer]

i want to know about your fic! is that cheating? is it meant to be a surprise?

technically!!!!! it is in fact a surprise!!!! because it is secretly for a person!! I will give the following incredibly vague details --

1) i hope to get it done within the. oh I wanted to have it done by the 20th I think but it will uhhhh probably take. longer. by god, it's already the 11th. I regularly and vastly underestimate time. but I hope not much longer than that!!!! hopefully a week after at the latest??????

2) objectively it has the funniest shenanigans. but also like......I am trying to keep them in character. but also not. experience the EXTREME second hand embarrassment that can come with these shenanigans, bc second hand embarrassment physically hurts me

3) a long long time ago (2008.) the mcr website had a blog section that gerard used REGULARLY, and once posted about calling second hand embarrassment The Motts (and since it's gerard, it does and does not make sense in context.) and ever since then whenever I experience second hand embarrassment I think 'oh no gerard way I am feeling the motts' so my notes very frequently say DO YOUR BEST TO AVOID THE MOTTS.

4) lemony is there!!!!!!! beatrice and bertrand are mentioned in passing. ......other characters show up.

5) the fic spans a great deal of time. like.........a GREAT deal of time. damn.

6) I have never written this trope before but I have read a great deal of it in my time, it was very popular in the les mis fandom? which I have read TOO MUCH fic for. I always wanted to write fic for it and still have lots of wip documents, but I think my les mis fic potential days have passed me by. I still love the amis a great deal, though. anyway it's also not quite that trope, and that's very thrilling. that's where a great deal of the amusement comes in. If I can navigate it right. oh but it's also a very old trope, actually!!

6a) I mean, you see tropes in fic sometimes and think of them as very fic specific, and I think some things very much are, but also, people have been telling the same sorts of stories for an age, and i was actually able to tell my mom about the plot and have her understand it bc she's seen movies with the plot. which is very bizarre, usually this does not happen.

6b) although I do wonder now, isn't this trope like the worst way to get enjolras and grantaire together. well, I guess it depends on how you're writing them, honestly. I think the most well-known fic with this trope did it well, now that I think about it

7) I think. I am going to split it into two chapters. and........see the first half took about a weekish of planning to get the Reasons things were happening to make sense. so if push comes to shove and I only finish the first half by whatever date it was, I will post that, and then, do the second half. which is less structured but still needs. you know. things to stand on. just less things.

8) it tentatively had a title but then I thought, it would be better as a chapter title maybe, so then I figured out the other chapter title, and now I am. Missing an overall title.........

9) the titles, though, are from the songs the maze and I know how to speak by manchester orchestra.

10) potentially, a candlelit dinner may take place. there will be bread.

11) one of my notes just says 'it's the most unsexy [REDACTED] of all time'

12) someone's gonna get kissed eventually though despite my subpar skills at writing physical romance contact!!!!!!

13) I worry about it a lot, though. Just, making the fic, make sense right in general. I know what I'm aiming for but there's still a lot of uncertainty in getting there, sometimes. and it happens all the time, in everything I write!!!! every writer goes through that, in every piece. never stops being very nerve-wracking, though. And I don't think I've ever really written something like it before. so!!!!!!!! we'll see. I'm rooting for it.

[petits--oiseaux]

In Deanna fashion, this will be rambly lol. A long winded story of sleeping over at J's place yesterday.

First thing's first, a weekish ago, J asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I told him that I am not good at sleepovers (which is true); I can never get comfortable, the circumstances are never quite right, and it takes me forever to fall asleep. This was before I knew he was moving and before he said he would come to visit me on weekends if we want to keep seeing each other when he leaves. Yesterday, I started thinking about how I've told him I don't like sleepovers and, omg does that mean he doesn't think I'd absolutely visit him, too?? So then I thought about for the rest of the day and how I would tell him that I am totally willing to visit him. I didn't want it sound presumptuous so I didn't want to just blurt it out, I wanted there to be a natural way to say it. WELL the other day he sent a screenshot of a text with his parents and how they are going to MKE to do apartment searching on Saturday. He mentioned yesterday that his parents were coming down for the whole weekend and I thought AHA! So last night I asked "Oh, am I remembering correctly that the screenshot said you're going apartment hunting on Saturday?" And he said yeah... we're going down to look in mke. This was my in... I texted him "You know, I was thinking today that learning to get better at sleepovers wouldn't be the worst thing... I have a friend who just moved to MKE, too." (true) He hearted it :) then said he would help me practice lol

I got home last night around 9:30 after being with family. When I got home, I showered, smoked, and then was getting ready for bed. He messaged and asked when I was thinking we could try the sleepover. I originally said next week sometime. Then he said, "What about tonight? I can pay for an uber" At this point I am STONED as FUCK lol and I'm like... I think I want to do it. But, I didn't want to be in a car with a stranger with how stoned I was. I told him that and he said he'd come pick me up and bring me over. And he did. I brought my fan with me because I need it to sleep, lol, and he didn't even judge me. We had stoned sex and it was AMAZING. When we were getting ready to go to sleep, he asked me when I'd like him to go to sleep. I told him he could sleep whenever... but he said, "No, I know you have trouble falling asleep other places so I'll wait for you to fall asleep first". LIKE WHAT. Then this morning he took his dog for a walk. He started getting ready, so I started getting dressed and he said that I didn't need to get ready to leave; I could stay in bed while he took the dog (I did ask if he wanted company on the walk or if he wanted it to just be him and the doggo and he said he'd like time with the dog which is legit). I just chilled in his cozy bed and then he got back. Since he had offered to pay for an uber last night, I wasn't 100% sure if he was giving me a ride home or not, but he didn't say anything so I assumed I didn't need to get an uber. Which I didn't :) He drove me home and he kissed me goodbye! This part made me especially happy because I also am not sure how situationships work with that kind of shit, so I'm happy to know this one works that way <3

TBH this is probably the most spontaneous thing I've ever done, which feels sorta sad but whatever lol! But I'm honestly really proud of myself and I'm very happy that I went. I did not sleep well, as I expected, but I don't regret going. I feel very positive about everything today!

[shoulderscars]

DONT READ IF SH BOTHERS YOU (or if youre my sister lol)

(before you read this, I was not expecting this to be a whole ass dump but it is lol)

For the first time in my life, my scars aren't pretty. I regret them. And the worst part? My mom knows about them. And if she was to press me about it, I wouldn't even be able to give her a good fight with my non logical argument cause I don't even believe in it anymore.

A weekish ago my mom saw the scars of old SH on my back. NO ONE, NO ONE, has seen those. Except me. She was obviously concerned and did everything she could and...it was fine.

She has seen them once more since then, for a prolonged period of time, and she never commented. And I'm so thankful that she didn't comment.

Because she didn't comment, when I was alone, I really thought about those scars in particular. And I'm just...disgusted.

Unlike the other scars littered across my body in various places and in various stages of fading away, I didn't think that my back scars were pretty.

It sounds absolutely fucked up to think that I like my SH scars, but it's true. It's actually why I started cutting. I never told anyone, but I didn't start cutting cause I was stressed. I started cutting cause I wanted to look macho.

Eventually that spiralled out of control, but there's something different about those back scars.

I never thought the scars were pretty. The cuts? Hell yeah, those were gorgeous. But the scars?? I didn't cut for the scars that time. I cut because I wanted to punish myself. And those scars fucking hurt.

Because just a week before I started cutting on my back, I told myself that I actually loved how pretty my back was. And I fucked it up.

So now I'm at an interesting place.

On one side, I threw away my cutting tool the day my mom found out, because even thought it had been unused for a good couple months, I was over it being there. On the other side, I still think my other scars are beautiful.

Whatever shit it, I no longer have a cutting tool, and I no longer have the fucking conviction to cut again.

I feel like all of this is foreshadowing. Wednesday could very well change the trajectory of my life.

And lettme tell you, God had every right not to spare me from the worst possible case scenarios.

I've been SHing for a long time. I'm a seasoned pro at hiding evidence. I know all the best places, all the best bleeds, and just how hard i have to push. And

I'm also a seasoned pro at resetting my clock of time spent clean.

Whatever. Anyway, I don't know why I'm writing this post considering that I won't ever see it again. Maybe I'll link it to my online journal. So that next time when I'm looking at the days, I'll take a breath to think about a time where I was conscious.

Cause I swear sometimes the ruts are so bad I'm not even thinking.

That lack of thinking is what got me mad at myself for fucking up my back after all!

Hugs to anyone who wants them!

(AND, YES, I AM FINE, PLEASE DONT THINKING IM DYING LOL IM 54 DAYS FREE)

and I am hoping that that might have been my last time around with this little demon >:)

[honeybewrites]

11, 25, and 37 for the writers ask game

~den-of-whump

Soooo I know this has been sitting in my inbox for a weekish, but... yeah actually I have no excuse. But I'm answering it now!

Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

Definitely Brandon Sanderson. The man is just a wonder when it comes to writing. His wording building is so extensive and I love all his characters. Suzanne Collins is another one. She just knows how to write a villain and her concepts of power and rebellion are phenomenal. I've only just started, but Andrzej Sapkowski, author of the Witcher series, has been really influencing me lately as I've read through his books.

Favorite part of writing?

Does daydreaming count? But seriously, world building and behind the scenes lore that will likely never see the page consumes me too often. I just can’t help it. I start writing, realize I need a small minor detail on how the world/government/magic system works and down the rabbit hole I go. I have pages upon pages of pointless world building and lore that has no effect whatsoever on my WIPs. But it makes me happy and that’s one of the reasons why I write, so I’m going to keep making my pointless little charts and pages of world building.

First sentence of your current WIP

Oi. I alternate between my two main WIPs religiously. I mean, if I'm stuck on one, I'm going to the other. Just a constant back and forth. Because of that, and many other reasons, I'm not... that far along... on either of them... so I'm going to give you guys a little heads up that this is still in the "baby days" of existence. Also it is the current first line for Colliding Stars.

Death was the one constant in Chali’s life; She could always count on someone trying to murder her, and if someone wasn’t trying to kill her, she was the one killing them.