#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?

[gwyns]

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

[kuzunoha-xiv]

i like TFP wheeljack but i cant deny i did laugh a little at the decision of making him specifically a cool edgy lone wolf samurai, at first i wasnt super familiar with g1 wheeljack so technically TFP was my first full impression and i thought he was interesting (i had only seen very little of g1 and finished TFA and bayverse at that point) but then i got more familiarized with the original version and i was like ?????

like. who saw this guy and thought "fuck it. lets give him two katanas"

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[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

[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 :)

[tetzoro]

You're halfway through folding laundry when two familiar hands cover over your eyes. The smell of sweat, metal and sake washes over you and you can't help but roll your eyes behind the hands as you drawl out,

“Goodness, who could it be?”

There's a slight rumble from the chest behind your head as it pulls you to it, though the hands don't move from their spot.

You give an over-exaggerated sigh before snickering out, “Okay Franky, you got-”

“Franky?! You kiddin’ me?!”

You laugh outright at the outburst, knowing it confused and infuriated your poor green haired lover all the same. Your hands drop the shirt you were folding and gently cover over the larger ones, pulling them from your eyes as you lean back into Zoros broad chest properly.

“Why the surprise?” You question, curiosity in your eyes as his steel grey one stares back down at you. An annoying tint of pink covers his cheeks as he mutters, “Can't surprise my pretty girl? Damn.” He then smirks slightly, a joking tone dancing on his lips as he presses a quick kiss to your temple as he murmurs against your skin, “Learn somethin’ new about you every damn day.”

You chuckle again, though you press a kiss of your own to each of his palms. “You trying to surprise me because it's my birthday?”

There's a chilling silence from your lover and you look up at him with wide eyes as you ask softly, “... you know it's my birthday, right?”

Zoro blinks once, twice, before he mutters in confusion, “It's your birthday?”

You gasp and swat at him, only for his laughter to break you out of your shock as his hands grip your wrist gently. “Don't be stupid, of course I know it's your birthday.” He's quick to press a few chaste kisses to your wrist before holding your palm to his cheek.

“I got somethin’ for you. You gonna come open your gift or you gonna fold laundry all damn day?”

You grin and roll your eyes again before giving another sigh, this time with a wide shrug as you tease back, “Well, I guess your gift is more important than some laundry…”

Zoro chuckles lowly at your joking tone, pulling you up as he stands straight, though he keeps his hand in yours the whole time.

“Good, because I worked damn hard pickin’ out something you'd actually like.”

You grin and slyly ask,

“And how much do you owe Nami for asking for her help?”

Zoro pretends to be wounded, holding his free hand over his heart as he snarks back, “Not a damn thing, thank you very much.”

You both stare at each other for a moment, your gaze disbelieving to the point it pulls a deep sigh from him a few moments later as he hangs his head slightly.

“... too much, Aims. Too damn much.”

You laugh again and pull him closer before getting on your tippy toes to press a few kisses to his jawline and the corner of his lips. “Zo, you could have got me a bottle of sake and I'd have cried. You didn't need to go all out.”

He grins slightly before snatching your lips up with his own, humming against them for a moment before he pulls away with a muttered,

“Just wait till you see. Promise you'll like it, no matter what it is?”

You grin in response with a slight nod, gushing in earnest, “Of course, Zo. You picked it out, how could I not love it?”

Zoro hums in agreement before pulling you into his arms, pressing another quick kiss to the top of your head before he jokes,

“Then stop wasting time and come open my gift.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIMS LOVELY !!!!! I hope you don't mind the lil blurb, I saw it was your birthday and just had to write some soft Zoro for you 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 I hope your day has been as wonderful, kind and warm as you are 💖💖💖💖💖💖 ALL MY LOVE TO YOUUU !!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

mandie .. MANDIE !! you did NOT just leave me the most beautiful and wonderful gif on my little doorstep ! i can not tell you how many times i’ve read this :( i am going to give you my unhinged reactions in the tags ofc but firstly !! thank you for doing this for me, i feel so incredibly touched that you put in the time to create this for me 🥺🥺 you’re so thoughtful and i am giving you the biggest hug in existence !!!! THANK YOU !! SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE !!! and giving you as many smooches as you want ^___^ !

now . for the fic . rubbing my hands together like a little fly hehe. let’s see if i can keep this coherent enough, shall we ? (<- said moments before i incoherently express everything)

ft. my moodboard of emotions i felt during reading btw

[itspileofgoodthings]

also it’s interesting because. my family is deeply unsentimental (in a very powerful way) and society is divided into the pretty heartless or the pretty sentimental (generally speaking) and I’m sort of this walking heart wound of emotion trying to straddle these lines (and having a hard time of it!) but one of the things that does guard me from being more sentimental than I am is the secret cruelty and unfairness that lurks at the bottom of all sentimentality.

[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

[gwyns]

“Azriel can’t be with Gwyn because he will only ever associate her with her trauma” weird how that didn’t stop Rhysand falling in love with a woman who literally died in front of him.

oh but that doesn't count, silly anon! we have to cherry pick things, remember? like how gwyn can't possibly ever have a sexual relationship with anyone because of her assault but rhys, lucien and nesta all can because... reasons!!!