#that hits my motivation like a truck

[solarpunkani]

man i hate when people are like 'writing solarpunk stories is easy unless you're a coward or stupid' like

A: writing stories is hard. writing any story is hard. and some topics/settings/character types come easier to people than others and its not because they're stupid or cowards dont be fuckin demeaning

but also

B: writing solarpunk stuff is draining as hell because you can be like 'i think this is solarpunk' and you share it and you get people coming in to 'um actually' you so hard you lose the inspiration to write anything else in that setting ever.

I wrote a solarpunk short story once and i was so happy with it and i had so many cool ideas for that world and then I posted it and someone got upset that i gave the characters cell phones. like after ~le glorious solarpunk revolution~ or whatever we wouldn't have interpersonal communication via cell phones or whatever. got upset that i mentioned there being like. a bluetooth speaker? mad that there was a speaker at a party? speakers have existed for so long and you expect them to just vanish? then i watched an argument in a group chat where someone else got upset about sheep shearing and then i started overthinking everything and yeah no i don't think i can do it

am I stupid? no. am i a coward? fuckin maybe. but mostly its just draining to wrestle a setting you're not confident in that everyone's ready to get mad about if you don't share their same vision of what that setting should look like.

[i-crave-sleep]

Scarian zombie apocalypse AU by @uhohbestie that I absolutely fell in love with!!! Genuinely loved the third chapter today, as well as the previous ones, can’t wait for next week!

(Hopefully my designs were close, although I’m fairly certain I missed some stuff)

[dropoutfailure]

(prev anon) also for what it worth.. throwing my hat into the ring for chaser dad. love the idea of a dad being fascinated by his kid crafting their own masculinity and him being unexpectedly turned on by that. also maybe bi dad who never acknowledged his attraction towards guys but has to grapple with it when his trans son is like. Undeniably A Dude™️ and hes still hard for him

fuck yea, they're both discovering something new about themselves when they explore each other's bodies. something vulnerable to share with each other 💘

although for that particular post / poll I was thinking kinda toxic dadson, so - chaser dad is horny + pathetic + desperate for trans boy pussy. he's very into trans men from discovering ftm porn and initially panics when his son actually starts testosterone, because he didn't take him seriously at all when he first came out. dad has never fucked a trans guy before but really fucking wants to. but... that's his son. he shouldn't... he wouldn't? surely it's unrealistic, he couldn't. but maybe it's a blessing in disguise? he starts trying to repair their emotionally distant relationship and talks to his son more often, wanting to know more about his transition and changes. :) and he tries to tell himself he has no ulterior motives, but can't help being rock hard as he looks his son over - his new facial hair, his voice that's starting to change as he talks, and so much more that he can't see but really fucking wants to. he's curious about the changes in smell, body hair growth, and especially bottom growth and libido!! god he wants to suck him off and be the first to make him cum see how his son's t-dick looks at least! but yknow... that might be strange to ask... unless he can disguise it as a male bonding thing?? <- scheming

and the son can tell something is up - his dad suddenly gives him a lot of attention, but it feels off... like he's being treated like a boyfriend not a son? is that weird? but the attention feels so fulfilling! he's never been close with his dad, so he craves the affection, not to mention he's starting to get horny from the testosterone and they're both adults with needs, so might as well buy into the whole "69ing is like a normal widespread male bonding thing" even if he knows it's bs

[retros-artandstuff]

terererereziiii

she is so spunky

[superhotbabess]

messing with coat details whatevur

[tearlessrain]

seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing

[payphoneangel]

Vinny's 2023 fics!!

I'm so proud of all the writing I did in 2023!! I learned so much that I'm so excited to apply to my projects for 2024 <3

Not Whole, Not Holy Rating: Explicit Word count: 2,752

Moody, quiet, and introspective, this piece explores endverse!Cas and endverse!Dean finding a little bit of solace in each other among their crumbling world. Best described by the tag: Not hurt/comfort, not hurt/no comfort, but some secret third thing.

A Midsummer Night's Dean Rating: Teen+ Word count: 16,948

A wild ride of a casefic loosely based on Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Featuring love potions, Dean having chronic foot-in-mouth-disease, Cas being SO down bad it's dangerous, and Sam wanting to be literally anywhere else but here. I've been told this fic has made people laugh so hard, it has awoken children and brought concerned family members a'knocking on doors.

Innervate A series currently containing two fics, with a few more additions planned! This series follows Cas' developing relationship to his body and how he navigates through the world with it. It's full of fun science and anatomy, alternate angel lore, and LOTS of UST between Dean and Cas (don't worry, it will get resolved... eventually lol. This is a series-long slow burn)

Check out Prelude as a sampler for vibes (full disclosure-- this was a WIP for a LOOOOOONG time so while this fic was uploaded in 2023 the writing is far older than that)

Then for a more cohesive story (and tbqh way stronger writing), pop on over to Ask Me Why My Heart's Inside My Throat

Spellbound Rating: Explicit Word count: 4,764

A one-shot exploring the Master/Apprentice relationship of Sam and Rowena. Let's be real here. They have insane magic sex and I feel like not enough ppl talk about it. EYE barely even scratched the surface with this one. The quickest summary I got for this one: Sam's cardinal virtue is that when a hot woman speaks, he listens.

Long Black Cloud Coming Down Rating: Gen Word Count: 3,540

Taking place prior to s1, teen!Dean has to act quick and think fast when Sammy suddenly comes down with a fever. He can't let his thoughts race too far though, or he just might start believing that whatever's going on is more than just a fever and a snow storm.

[lampiridaes]

WIAATWOWTWIWATIWA i jist realized i queued this shiho req on her bday... does that count as a bday special

[saspitite]

SONG FINALLY DONE AND EDITED

yes i know i couldve used the audio upload thing but i literally could not upload the file no matter what i tried. i have no clue

anyways i named it byeon-da byeon-datah and its a song inspired by drowned shrimp !! its not one of the weird songs i promised i'd show first (they're still being worked on so. yeah)

[fromnobodytonightmare]

hey guys...what if I did bring Rob back wouldn’t that be funny

[carlostck]

posted two pieces of art that I did today isn't that crazy

I'm going to never touch a pencil for a year

Sketch of the Arbiter from Halo that I started today and will likely never finish 💥💥

[radioisntdead]

GOOD EVENING FOLKS I'M ALIVE I MAY HAVE DIED BRIEFLY BUT I'M BACK AND ALIVE I'LL POST THE FICS I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST ON SATURDAY LATER AAAAAAA A A A AAA

[edmunderson]

man.....................

O(-<

[ceoofmetagala]

Happy birthday Kirby I have nothing to you sorry. I forgot too😭😭

[coastalcowgirl35]

Just Us- Tyler Owens x Reader

Note: I accidentally wrote this in first person, then had to go back and fix it and I'm very mad.

Also I'm horrible at titles, mb guys

Also I went to go see Twisters again last night and let's just say I've reaffirmed that Glen Powell is going to be my entire personality for quite some time.

Also listened to the soundtrack while writing this, 10/10 Too Easy is literally the most motivational song ever.

Also apparently Y/N really likes murmuring against Tyler's lips when they kiss, once again mb

Warning: pretty hot and heavy at the end guys, idk what came over me

"Y/N... Y/N" You blink my eyes open slowly revealing your boyfriend Tyler's grin in your face. "Hey baby, come on get up, we've got a big one coming." His excitement is palpable as he plants a kiss on your lips.

"Wait what?" You mumble, confused.

"Time to get up hon, we got a storm to chase." He kisses you again then pulls away so you can sit up. You quickly brush your teeth, change into cargo pants and a tank top, and pull your hair back to keep it off your neck in the Oklahoma heat.

"Okay Ty, I'm ready!" You say as you slip on your boots. He's looking up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bed with a grin on his face. "What?" He stands up and wraps his arms around you.

"You're just so damn cute." He says, tilting your chin up to give you yet another kiss.

"Mhmm I thought we had to go." You murmur against his lips as your kisses become more passionate and his hands find their way to your waist.

"We do." He agrees and you reluctantly pull apart. You open the door and he grabs his keys.

"Who's coming with today?" You ask over your shoulder as he ensures that the door is locked.

"Just us today sweetheart, that okay?" He says, grinning again. You nod and he puts an arm around your waist as you walk into the parking lot and up to his giant red truck.

As soon as you are both in your seats he places a hand on your thigh, you're dying internally but he acts as if it is the most casual thing in the world. You clear your throat and shake your head, trying to think of anything else.

"Do you see it?" Tyler asks quietly. His green eyes are fixed on something up ahead on the red dirt road and you follow his gaze. A dark mass of clouds are forming and you can see it too, the way they are swirling towards each other slightly, the way the wind is brushing over the grasses in that direction, in a way you both know will add fuel to the fire and hopefully cause a storm.

"God it's beautiful." You whisper.

"Not as beautiful as my girl." Tyler responds, eyes fixed on you now, a wide grin on his face.

"You're so fucking cheesy." You say, as if your cheeks aren't flaring a bright red and your heart didn't skip a beat at his words. He simply laughs and looks back at the road, with his hand still on your thigh.

You fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the clouds. They seem almost as if they are dancing, their movements so perfect and fluid. Tyler's driving matches the storm and as it begins to grow faster he speeds up, soaring down the open road as the sun just barely begins to peek over the horizon next to you.

The sight is truly breathtaking. The orange light spills across the acres of land sprawling out before you and is heavily contrasted by the dark clouds floating menacingly above, miles away.

As you get closer light rain begins to tatter against the top and sides of the truck. You watch, transfixed by the storm, when suddenly an idea hits you. You roll down your window and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asks, but he clearly can guess because he slows down slightly. You slip away from his hand that is still resting on your thigh and hoist yourself up so that your entire torso is outside the window. You tilt your head back, enjoying the gentle shower of droplets and reach one arm out, feeling the wind. You stay like that for a few minutes before Tyler calls up to you.

"Get back in Y/N/N, the rains about to get harder." He says gently. You nod and slide back inside, resuming your previous position and rolling the window back up. Tyler doesn't miss a beat and his hand is already on your thigh again before you can re-buckle your seatbelt. You smile and blush but don't say anything.

As Tyler predicted, the rain gets harder almost instantly and you can feel the atmosphere changing as you venture away from the orange sunrise and towards the gray storm.

You peel your eyes away from the storm and turn to look at your boyfriend. His beautiful green eyes are fixed on what's ahead, his jaw set determinedly.

"Whatcha looking at pretty girl?" He asks, caressing your thigh with his thumb. You blush and he turns to look at you, grinning.

"Eyes on the road Tyler." You say, blushing harder.

"What so you're allowed to stare at me but I can't look at you?" He teases.

"Just drive." You groan, attempting and failing to not laugh at his comment.

"Alright, alright." He says, still grinning. "Hey look" He points out the windshield. The clouds are swirling closer together and beginning to form a tight tendril that reaches towards the ground.

"Come on baby." You urge in a whisper, willing it to touch down. Tylers grip on your thigh tightens slightly. It reaches closer and closer then finally touches the ground, instantly causing a swirling cloud of dust to explode into the air. "Fuck yeah!" You shout, clapping your hands together triumphantly.

Tyler laughs raucously at your reaction but can't hide the excitement on his face.

"Happy are you?" He asks with a grin.

"You're lucky you're I love you Ty or I would absolutely hate you." You scoff. He laughs harder at that.

"Whatever you say babygirl."

You sigh dramatically at his teasing but can't help the permanent grin on your face. You're really in love with the stupid Tornado Wrangler. The wind and rain both get harder and louder as you both pull on your harnesses.

Tyler is going at nearly full speed now. Your heart is pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The cyclone is growing and hurtling towards you faster than you are hurtling towards it.

"Ready Y/N/N?" Tyler asks, almost shouting so that you can hear him.

"Hell yeah!" You shout back. He slams his foot on the break, pulling you to an unnecessarily rough stop. You give him a look and he smiles apologetically as he deploys the augers.

"Here she comes baby!" He yells. You curse under your breath and wrap your hand around his wrist tightly as he squeezes your thigh again.

The cyclone slams into the truck, throwing both you and Tyler harshly against your harnesses. The swirling cloud of dirt and leaves and who knows what else obscures your vision on all sides. The truck rocks violently and you squeeze Tyler's wrist so hard you wonder if it will bruise.

As fast as it started, it ends. The howling wind pulls past you and dust begins to settle on everything that was torn apart in its path. You laugh in astonishment, no matter how many times you chase you'll never get over that feeling. You and Tyler both jump out of the truck, turning to watch the twister get further and further.

You don't hear him walk around the truck but suddenly Tyler is next to you. You turn to him, beaming at his handsome face.

"You have fun babe?" He asks, endearingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You nod and stand up on your toes slightly to press a kiss against his lips. He tangles his fingers into your hair instantaneously as the other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "God I love you Tyler." You murmur against his lips.

"I love you too Y/N." He walks you backwards until he has you pinned against the truck. You whimper quietly as his hands start to roam your body and his kisses become more passionate. He suddenly breaks away and tilts your head upwards gently so his can kiss your neck. "You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Crazy." He pants out as he sucks on your soft skin harshly.

You moan breathily at his words and unconsciously buck your hips towards him, desperately searching for relief. He reads your mind and, while still passionately marking up your neck, slots one of his legs between yours so that you can rub up against his thigh.

"Fuck baby, I need you so bad." He groans, pulling his head back. His eyes are filled with lust and longing and his beautiful lips look swollen from your kisses.

You place a hand on the side of his face, peering straight into his perfect green eyes.

"Well it's a good thing it's just us today." You say with a smile. "The backseat is wide open."

[leaentries]

Luke Hughes would finger you in the car after a win. His fingers are long as hell and are so sexy he’d make you kinda ride them so when the bumps it would move you to take his fingers deeper.

➛ holy fuck, nonnie… this was insane

-

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Luke’s voice fell on deaf ears as your head lulled back against the headrest, “Feel good?”

You barely managed a nod with the depths his long fingers managed to reach. The slight curl of his hand bumping into your clit with each turn or bump in the road was dizzying.

After a long night with the team, you and Luke had found yourselves helplessly horny, and Luke was determined to make you cum before you reached the apartment.

“Fuck, Lukey!” Your hips bucked to ride his fingers deeper in the passenger seat of his car. The black leather beneath you was undoubtedly soaked with your arousal.

It was almost impossible to keep your eyes open with the pulsating pleasure traveling through every vein in your body. However, you were still able to catch Luke turning onto a notoriously very bumpy road.

“Luke,” You panted, “W-why are you going t-this way?”

“Don’t worry about it, angel. Just keep riding my fingers like a good girl.”

Yet, Luke’s motives were quickly discovered as the first dip in the road caused his fingers to prod impossibly deeper.

“God, yes!” You moaned, eyes screwing shut in ecstasy.

Luke watched your face every so often, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. His other hand, which remained on the wheel, turned white with desire. Luke was struggling to control himself at the feeling of you falling apart around his fingers.

After a few more bumps, you felt the impending pleasure of climax begin to build in your tummy. You gripped onto the cool leather handle of the door, in an attempt to ground yourself further onto Luke’s digits.

Luke smirked at the feeling of your spasming cunt.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?”

You could only cry in response. Your body arched as fire began to coarse through your senses. Blinding ecstasy sent your mind reeling as your orgasm hit you like a truck.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Luke thrusted his fingers slightly faster, “Make a mess on my seat.”

Luke drove over one last bump, pulling into the parking garage. He helped take you through your orgasm, your body slouching in the seat as he withdrew his fingers from your abused cunt.

You watched with cloudy eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue darted out to catch your release that now began to drip down his hand. You could feel your clit begin to throb with need once more, thighs clenching in response.

Luke eyed you, your motion not going unnoticed.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” He tapped your thigh, “Let’s go upstairs so I can fuck you properly.”