#stone the writers

[letstalkshipping]

THIS IS NOT OKAY.....

I HATE THE BILLY BOYS FOR DOING THAT TO OUR BELOVED ABERAMA GYPSY AND HIS SON!

how fricking DARE THEY?!

and over some flipping TERRITORY

I hope these guys get the comeuppance they deserve AKA Hell on earth and afterwards too

what the flip

I am so emotional about this

[dyke-husband]

Letterpress print on black linen cloth. 24point clearface heavy. This took 4 hours to set the type btw.

Text reads: “I fantasize about a dildo with nerve endings. I type "how to fuck a partner with my clitoris" into the search bar. The results are articles & reddit posts with tips for helping your boyfriend find your clit. I realy think str8 folks should have to search through dozens of search results about Dyke sex before finding whatever they were actually looking for. Anyway. I imagine pulling my leather harness over my hips, the black silicone connecting just above my clit. They kiss me and trace the scars on my chest. They let me touch them & they touch my silicone, they guide me inside of them. I'm not sure what this would feel like, A dildo with nerve endings does not yet exist. But I know it would be as close to heaven as i'll get.”

[sbrown82]

Marsha Hunt, circa 1970.

[ismellpestilence]

Haven't seen this pointed out yet but do you know what you can do if you run out of shows to watch? Read a book.

Do you know where you can get free books (and movies, audiobooks, and cds)? Public libraries.

Do you know what is currently under attack by many parts of our government and could really use your support? Public libraries.

[sluttynfemme]

butch who picks me up, buys me coffee, and takes me on a shopping trip. i spend as much as i want on whatever i want and in return all my butch wants is a show. i pose for him in each dressing room and pretend i don’t notice he’s hard packing. just make a show of wiggling my ass into tight jeans and brushing my hair over my shoulder so he gets a rush of my perfume in the small space.

when he takes me home, he follows me up to my apartment and that’s when i decide to make my appreciation known. i show him each of my outfits and accessories, sample my perfumes, model my lingerie. when i’m done, i tell him to pick his favorite one. that’s the one i wear when i drop to my knees and pull his strap out of his pants.

a butch who buys me whatever i want just so i can blow him in it 😇

𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[t3a-tan]

Oscar is quite anxious to meet the in-law, especially when Sammy's grandpa is a being many times larger than Earth

Sitcom intro plays

[liahleeh]

O fato da depressão/ansiedade ser silenciosa, me deixa aterrorizada. Você pode estar no seu momento mais feliz, em questão de segundos, a chavinha vira e você se encontra num lugar escuro, muito difícil de se sair...

[sillytriumphdragon]

Despite the setbacks and frustrations, I know that tomorrow is a new day, brimming with opportunities for redemption and renewal. I refuse to let today's misfortunes define me, choosing instead to approach tomorrow with optimism and resilience. After all, every setback is merely a stepping stone on the path to growth and self-discovery.

[sariphantom]

🍂Risetober 2023 Day 16: Magic🍂

Donnie gets to be the first turtle to witness Hypno proposing to Warren... with a stolen diamond ring.

[formulaonedirection]

I am hopelessly endeared by Lando saying he frets while picking out his own paddock outfits https://www.rollingstone.com/product-recommendations/lifestyle/lando-norris-ralph-lauren-polo-red-campaign-1235132711/

That is SO cute he's just a Boy like I DID have doubts that he had a stylist just because he wasn't working with brands but knowing that he's like brainstorming his little outfits probably bookmarking inspo fits on tiktok and sending the group chat (Max) pics being like "? Do I look lik a tossr" is just The cutest thing ever. I think it's Very Lamdo to stress about it and then be like WHATEVER IT'S NOT LIKE I KNOW FASHION THIS DOESN'T MATTER and then still wear it and is soooo secretly pleased when people hype up his fit. He's GONNA be a lil self conscious about it but he's always Gonna Do It.

[penheadie]

epic prank bro

[foxx-queen]

so about the choice in act 3. I feel like the writers wanted to do the suicide mission from me2 AND the companion choice from me1. which clashes at its core because the whole point of the me2 mission was that if you did all the companion quests and worked for it, you could keep everyone alive. and I get wanting the shock of having one of the companions die no matter what, but at this point in the game after the obvious set up, it just feels like one of those haHA surprise! moments

then there's the fact that it's between davrin and harding. the black man and the fan favourite from dai. like it feels so stacked against davrin at that point.

I picked davrin first, and then I went back and picked harding, thinking maybe that was the right choice to keep her alive. and here's where the whole choice gets even worse for me, because harding, instead of using her stone magic, the actual thing that would give her an advantage against ghilan'nain, she climbs up to the exact same spot as davrin, and uses her bow. she tries to use arrows against a giant multi-limbed blight enhanced being. it's stupid! of course she dies!

I had expected that if you picked harding, she would use her stone magic, which would distract ghilan'nain because of the history with the titans, giving lucanis enough time to act. it would have worked really well as a continuation of her character arc, and it would tie into her personal quest in a way that would make it clear that the effort we put into doing that was what makes the difference.

but by not doing that and having her die no matter what, it instead feels like it doesn't make sense. davrin, at least, is just a man with a sword. his death here makes sense because he's against impossible odds.

which brings it back to feeling really bad that the choice was between him and harding. because for this sacrifice / loss to make sense, it feels it should be davrin. for this narrative beat to make sense, it should be davrin dying.

it feels like the writers are saying: the correct choice here is davrin. he's the only companion who should die no matter what. to signpost this at the moment you make this choice, we will have the other choice be the fan favourite from dai. because no one will want to risk her potentially dying.

it feels bad. it feels racist. davrin deserved better.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: Famous Last Words

Choose one of these famous last words, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

Does nobody understand? —James Joyce (1941)

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough. —Karl Marx (1883)

I am about to, or I am going to, die. Either expression is used. —Dominique Bouhours, grammarian (1702)

I’ve had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that’s the record … After 39 years, this is all I’ve done. —Dylan Thomas (1953)

If this is dying, I don’t think much of it. —Lytton Strachey (1932)

It has all been very interesting. —Mary Wortley Montagu (1762)

It would really be more than the English could stand if another century began and I were still alive. I am dying as I have lived – beyond my means. —Oscar Wilde (1900)

Make the world better. —Lucy Stone, suffragist (1893)

Now I’ll have eine kleine pause. —Kathleen Ferrier (1953)

On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia. —W. C. Fields (1946)

From "Famous Last Words" by Green, J. (1979)

More: Writing Prompts ⚜ The First Lines ⚜ The Last Lines (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

[sbrown82]

Marsha Hunt, circa 1969.

[petite-phthora]

Hell yeah

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 17]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Danny opens the door to see Red Hood on the other side. They smile and greet each other before Danny steps outside.

“What’s with the bags?” Red Hood asks, gesturing towards the bags Danny has with him.

“Well, this one,” He starts, holding one of the bags up, “is filled with the tp for the manor. While this one,” he holds up the other bag, “has to do with the second part of the date.”

“It’s a surprise for later, so no peeking!” Danny says, wagging his finger.

Red Hood holds up his arms in surrender and nods in response.

“Alright, I won’t peek.”

“Good.” Danny nods, satisfied with the answer.

“Though, would you like me to carry one of those?” Red Hood asks, pointing towards the bags.

Danny opens his mouth to respond but pauses, giving Red Hood a suspicious look.

“This isn’t some ploy to look inside the date bag, is it?”

Red Hood shakes his head in response.

“Nope. Just a genuine question on whether you want me to carry one of those bags or not. No ulterior motives.” He says, not sounding all too convincing.

Danny, who has his eyes still narrowed, gives in.

“Alright. But you carry this one.” He says, handing over the bag with the tp in it.

Red Hood takes it with a nod. They then start walking towards the entrance of the building. Once outside they head over to where Red Hood parked his motorcycle.

“Here, you can put the bags in the saddle bag,” Red Hood says, opening said saddle bag and putting the bag he was carrying inside it before gesturing for Danny to put the one he was carrying in.

After everything is secured and ready, they take off towards the manor.

Instead of going to the front of the manor with the gate, Red Hood takes a different route. They stop somewhere around the back of the manor, beside the stone wall surrounding the property.

Danny takes the bag with the tp with him, leaving the other at the motorcycle.

After looking over the wall to see that none of the manor’s residents are near, they go over it. Luckily for them, the wall isn’t too high and they climb and get down from it with ease.

They go over to the manor and once close enough they stop. Danny holds out the bag he brought between them and opens it up. He takes out some tp rolls and hands one over to Red Hood. They grin at each other.

“Let’s give this manor a little make-over”

“Hell yeah”

Those are the last words spoken between them before they start throwing the rolls at the manor.

---

Danny has another roll of toilet paper in his hand, preparing his next throw. Red Hood is next to him, helmet under his arm, having taken it off a while ago.

They’re both grinning at each other, Red Hood giving Danny a thumbs up in encouragement.

Both grins are quickly wiped off their faces when they hear a pointed ‘ahem’ from behind. Danny turns around startled, the toilet paper roll he was holding falling into the grass when he drops it.

Red Hood, who hadn’t jumped like Danny had, turns around curiously to look at who was interrupting their fun.

Behind them stands an older man with gray hair and a mustache. He’s dressed in an impeccable three-piece suit. He looks at them with a kind and open expression, as if they aren’t trespassers currently defiling the place he works/lives at.

“Good afternoon, Red Hood and guest. Would either of you care for some refreshments? The cookies are just about done.” The newcomer says.

Danny and Red Hood turn to look at each other. Danny gives him a questioning look. Red Hood just shrugs in response. They both turn back to the man in front of them and Danny speaks up.

“Hell yeah, we would love some cookies. If you don’t mind, sir…?”

“Alfred Pennyworth, I’m the Wayne family butler. And your name is?” Mr. Penny inquires as he starts leading them inside the manor and towards the kitchen.

“Danny Fenton at your service, Mr. Pennyworth,” Danny says, doing a silly little bow and almost tripping before he manages to right himself again with a sheepish grin.

“Please, call me Alfred, Mr. Fenton.”

“Only if you call me Danny.”

“Alright. Now, Mr. Danny, Red Hood, would either of you care for a cup of tea?”

---

Jason is looking at Danny and Alfred from a small distance as they are chatting over some cookies and tea. He has his arms crossed and a soft smile across his face.

He doesn’t jump when a voice coming from his right speaks up.

“New Brother?”

He turns to look beside him to see Cass curiously looking over in Danny’s direction. Jason gives her a slight scoff.

“That’s in-law, for you,” he pauses, the next word coming out a lot softer as he turns back to look at Danny who seems to be laughing at something, “hopefully…”

Cass nods in response.

“You’re happy?” She asks with a tilted head.

Jason nods seriously.

Cass smiles.

“Good. Then I’m happy.” She says before disappearing, leaving them be.

---

Behind Danny’s back, Jason catches Alfred’s eye and signs to him.

“I just remembered, the laundry should be done now. Please, excuse me.” Alfred says before leaving the room.

Once Alfred is out of sight Danny turns towards Jason, shoving the last bits of the cookie he was eating inside his mouth.

“So, you ready to get that autograph?” Jason asks him, holding out his hand towards Danny.

Danny glances over at the door Alfred just left through before looking back over at Jason and smiling at him.

“Hell yeah.” He says before taking Jason’s hand and using it to get up from his seat.

Without letting go of his hand, Jason starts leading Danny through the manor.

There’s no way they’d have been able to avoid all cameras in the manor, especially since they went inside with Alfred, so Jason doesn’t bother trying to be sneaky.

They already know of Danny anyway…

While they’re walking towards where Jason knows Tim’s room is, Danny looks curiously around the place.

“Say, how do you know your way around here so well?” He asks Jason.

“I’ve been around here a few times.” He replies casually.  “You don’t wanna know how many of their gala’s have been attacked or the amount of times the Wayne’s have been held hostage” He rolls his eyes. Jason stops walking.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure this is Mr. Drake-Wayne’s room,” Jason says, opening the door of one of the various rooms in the manor and stepping inside.

“Do I want to know how you’d know which rooms belong to which residents?”

“Probably not.”

“Alright, then I won’t ask,” Danny replies with an unconcerned shrug.

Danny looks around the room, inspecting it while taking care not to touch anything.

“Hmmm, do you think he’ll have any documents with his signature here? Or does he keep them all at that Wayne Tower thingy?

“Might’ve been a smarter idea to have gone there for something of use…” Danny says, muttering the last part more to himself than to Jason.

Jason shrugs in response, walking towards the desk.

“He probably has something lying around we could snatch. But if need be, I wouldn’t say no to breaking into the tower and getting the signature from there.”

“More breaking and entering, huh? Would that be another date?” Danny says before fake swooning. “How romantic” Danny grins, trying to ignore how warm his face feels.

Jason snorts at the bit. He then starts looking through the papers lying on the desk,  picking up one of the pieces of paper. He scans it, finding it to be some sort of agreement contract between Wayne Enterprises and some other tech company.

It didn’t seem too important and, knowing Tim, if it were he’d probably already have multiple copies and back-ups at another location.

Now that Jason’s thinking about it, this paper is most likely already a copy and not the original. So he feels no remorse handing it over to Danny.

“Here, check this out.” Jason points to the bottom of the document where Tim’s signature is located.

Danny takes the document from him, glancing over the signature with a smile.

“Alright! This is perfect, thanks Red!” He looks up from the document and beams at Jason, who makes a ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture.

Danny then puts the paper into his bag for safekeeping before speaking up again.

“Soooo… Wanna finish our tp project before ditching this place for the second part of the date?”

“Hell yeah,” Jason responds with a grin.

---

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[leewritestoomuch]

I hate whenever people make a “submissive” character dependent, as if the two words are interchangeable. Just because they’re submissive doesn’t mean they can’t hold their own and have no self confidence…