#someone make me continue this LOL

[lenievi]

I'm trying to get back into writing, so I'm rereading some of my wips, and I love this one so much and I want to see it continued so badly...

(a snippet)

“Doctor Piper,” Spock said. “This is Doctor McCoy.”

Piper stood up and offered McCoy his hand. “Doctor.”

McCoy accepted it. “Doctor.”

“I see you wasted no time,” Piper said, looking at McCoy’s bag. “So eager to take over my post?”

McCoy’s cheeks heated. He didn’t even put on his uniform. “I was told the Enterprise urgently needed a new surgeon. I didn’t know you were still here until Spock told me a few minutes ago.”

Piper hummed. “Good to see some passion. Spock, I think you and McCoy will find you have some interests in common. Not like you and me.”

“I’ve always found our conversations agreeable, Doctor,” Spock said. “No matter how rare and infrequent they were.”

Piper patted Spock on the arm, and the hard lines around Spock’s mouth softened.

“Well, I can show you around the sick bay,” Piper said to McCoy, “or you can go settle in your quarters and come back. It’s quiet today, but don’t let that fool you.”

McCoy let out a laugh. “If there ever was a starship doctor who had two days without an emergency, I’ll eat my hat.”

“You're not wearing a hat,” Spock said.

McCoy didn’t know what to say. Spock was either going to be the funniest person or the most annoying one. Decision pending.

The door to the sick bay opened. “Hey, Mark. I need –”

McCoy startled. The voice brought up a memory – not a forgotten one, but one he’d buried deep. Quickened breaths, hands roaming over his body, caressing, gripping, and whispered words that – he squashed it down.

This couldn’t be happening.

Maybe it was just a similar voice.

He turned around. 

And there he was. The man who introduced himself to McCoy as Jim three years ago. He hadn’t changed much. His hair was shorter and thinning at the front, his shoulders filled up, and his gold-greenish tunic was tight enough to outline the contours of his biceps and pectorals. McCoy wet his lips, his eyes roaming up and down Jim’s body.

Two and a half stripes on his wrists. It was just his luck. Jim was the damned captain of this ship.

“What happened to you, Captain?” Spock asked.

McCoy frowned and looked at Jim… the captain more carefully. He had avoided looking at his face before, afraid of what he would see there. Recognition? Disinterest?

Their eyes met. Kirk looked away as if McCoy was just a piece of furniture.

THAT'S IT WTF SELF how DARE you end it here?

[yrsonpurpose]

So for many, many years, the Prince believed that he was safe. And the price he paid for his safety was his freedom...

[maxdibert]

Lily: Well, Severus, at least the Marauders don’t use dark magic.

Severus: Well, Lily, then I guess I can slit their throats with a razor blade as long as i don't use dark magic for it, right?

[tategaminu]

aaaAAHh

[usagifuyusummer]

Best friends or something...

Feeling so much like a dead corpse lately. It's probably the stress of the semester... and being mistreated/ underappreciated a lot. Still, I'll manage.

Happy Valentine's Day to those who celebrate it, by the way! It's a coincidence that I drew something mildly mushy on the occasion, lol. It wasn't really my intention. Just gotta let these thoughts (Toxic YAOI LMAO) about them out, and then I can get back to business. If you're confused, that's just how I draw younger Jimmy and Curly. What an odd pair of friends(?)...

[gwyns]

e/riels are singlehandedly the most misogynistic group within this fandom and god does it make my blood boil

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

TRAGIC: beautiful william afton post suddenly unrebloggable after mentioning minor thing that doesnt fit canon characterization

[cuttledreams-bugs]

me trying to hype myself up to posting online again despite The Horror

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

uh, ladies? i don't feel ready to turn 27

[thisfirelight]

More heartache (Edelthea edition)

[melancholic-pigeon]

Okay this is the *actual* last comment, for real, but I just found out Spider is now smearing me as a convert and accusing me of being involved with drama I was not involved with because he mistakenly attributed my apologies for his public temper tantrum as being about something unrelated.

THIS IS A FALSE ACCUSATION and I do not appreciate having yet another bit of fake malicious intent falsely ascribed to my actions and* attributing a completely unrelated attack to me.

Also, it's very sad and disappointing whenever a Jew gets mad at a convert because something else is going on in the Jew's life and the convert happens to be in the splash zone and the Jew falls over backwards to smear the convert and invalidate her faith.

Just....the childish aggression is making me so, so sad and disappointed, from someone I used to think very highly of, who is now lying about me and publicly smearing me with false accusations based on a conflict he started because he misinterpreted something I said and I went out of my way to give him the benefit of the doubt when trying to clear up the mistake HE MADE that led him to decide bullying and attacking me for three fucking days was appropriate and okay and that I'm the bad guy for saying it's wildly unprofessional to behave like this in public to a former customer face.

Sorry, but facts, reality, linear time and the truth of what I actually said and did are on my side here, and I will not stand for being smeared and attacked and shat all over because I had the gall to try to kindly resolve his uncalled for, unjustified temper tantrum.

I am also not sorry that I left a side note in the tags that it was also unacceptable for HIM to drag his daughter into a stupid internet slapfight based on his own reading comprehension failure. Because it was and is unacceptable, and she needs to hear that message from someone.

End of story. Keep digging that hole as long as you like, Spider. It's not helping your case and is continuing to make you look progressively worse and more unreasonable, and the only person you have to blame is yourself.

*revised for clarity

[brutal-out-here]

God I freaking hate sirens

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

gonna treat this site more like a blog and give updates on my writings because i noticed that if i get so much as one 'this sounds interesting' or 'cant wait to read' my brain short-circuits and spits out words in an hour that wouldve taken me a week to write otherwise

and with that, welcome to my wip rants :)

because i havent come up with better titles they are called The Ring (second coming fic) and Only Human (Crowley has lost his memories fic) lol and the former is mostly done, it only needs some editing but im saving that till after my exams because i know it's gonna be time-consuming. The latter however is still in full plotting mode and today i outlined all of chapter 8 (except for the flashbacks lol im ignoring the flashbacks) which i think is very nice :)

[bmpmp3]

drawring exercises

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

btw

CHANGING STATES

Lately, something has taken hold / of me—not hunger, not shame. It is like a flower / blooming in the injury. —Richie Hofmann

On the evening Jeremiah decides he’ll drive thirty hours to Maryland, the other half of his mattress is cold and Madonna’s on the radio. In his bedroom, he taps his cigarette on the windowsill, the ash scattering into rainy blue hour, and listens. Time goes by so slowly, she goes, her voice singed through his boombox’s broken speakers. He’s meant to replace it, though he’s meant to do a lot of things: check the mail, make a quiche, buy lightbulbs, call his sister, take up cross-stitch, recycle an olive jar, move his bed to the opposite side of his room. But time goes by so slowly, and Jeremiah would know—he’s twenty-one, yet feels he’s been alive for much, much longer.

[undistortedworld]

i think if i go to work today i may actually explode or turn into a puddle of mush or some other sort of physical manifestation of a mental breakdown