#this will not discourage anything lmao

[caustinen]

clegan drabble — chance encounter, first meeting, modern au

By the third time the guy makes his way over to the bar, Gale has to really work on not throwing his Coke bottle to the liquor shelf and start breaking stuff.

”Seriously man, are you sure we don’t-” ”No, we have not met before,” he responds as politely as he can through his teeth, “and no, I do not need company. And no, I will not go home with you. Excuse me.”

The guy’s drunken gaze falls to his lips as he talks, making Gale suspect he has not heard a single word he has said all night despite repeating himself over and over. The glassy eyes eventually turn back to his, and the man licks his lips as his expression morphs into a what he surely thinks is a seductive smirk.

”Come on, baby. Humor me a bit. Let my buy you a drink.” Gale exhales in frustration. The ick he gets from this man is ridiculous. ”I told you already, I don’t need a drink, I’d really just like to-”

He stops abruptly when the man takes a tight hold of his bicep. ”Hey, could you-” ”This hard-to-get act is getting old now, gorgeous.” ”I’m not-” The grip gets tighter, another hand reaches for his thigh, and Gale is about to get violent despite not wanting to get in trouble at their frequent spot when-

”Hi Buck, there you are! I’m real sorry I left you here all by yourself for so long, the queue to the toilet was insane.” A pleasant, carefree voice comes up from behind him. He turns to find a gorgeous smile on a gorgeous face he doesn’t recognize. The man’s smile is tense on a futher look, though, and his eyes are questioning as he lays a careful hand on Gale’s shoulder, clearly ready to pull back immediately if he gets any indication that the action is unwanted.

Gale exhales quietly again before covering the hand now on his shoulder with his own, immediately catching on. ”It’s okay.” It’s easy to slide away from the icky man’s grasp now, his surprise making him loosen his hold on Gale. Gale tries to avoid looking at him and accidentally leans closer towards the other man, his aura calming despite towering over Gale’s propotions in every direction. The man doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling from under his curls. ”Ready to go home, doll?”

Gale nods immediately. The drunk dude has been looking between them for a bit before his eyes land on the taller man. ”I’m real sorry mate, I didn’t realize he was-” The man’s face changes immediately when he looks away from Gale to the other guy, the youthful happiness turning into coldness that makes him look mature and strick. ”Yeah, whatever. Go home, sober up and learn some fucking manners, you fucking jackass.” With that, he’s gently leading Gale to the door.

He doesn’t let go until they are out of the other guy’s view, but he does drop his hand immediately as the door closes behind them. It’s probably the chill of the autumn evening and not the departure of the solid body against him that’s making Gale feel cold suddenly but it’s still unpleasent. ”Sorry,” the man says almost frantically, ”I didn’t mean to intrude but you were looking pretty miserable before he even showed up and when he got his hands on you-” The man sighs and shakes his head. ”Didn’t look like you were happy with it, somehow, so I just wanted to check on you. No clue where the fake boyfriend thing came from though, I’m so sorry if I-”

”Don’t be,” Gale says firmly, and the man immediately relaxes again, ”I don’t know why I froze like that, it was nice someone else de-escalated it like that. My friend went to argue with his boyfriend on the phone like 30 minutes ago and never showed up again so I was pretty pissed anyway.” The man nods, and the warmth Gale feels under his intense gaze shouldn’t feel this exciting, surely.

”Well then…” The guy lifts his arm and scratches the back of his neck, ”I don’t wanna take more of you’re time, I hope you’re oka-” Gale doesn’t think, in an unusual manner to him, when he interrupts him. ”I, eh, actually… I’d love to thank you somehow? Maybe buy you some late night dinner?” The man’s face lights up again, and Gale feels silly in a way he doesn’t often do.

”I’d love that. I’ll go tell my friends I’m leaving and meet you up here after?” ”Sounds good.” They stare at each other for a beat despite the words, and Gale swears he’s not blushing when he sticks his hand out jerkily. ”Gale Cleven.” The man smirks, his eyes turning to lines as it overcomes his face. ”John Egan,” he introduces himself as he reaches to shake his hand, ”but you can call me Bucky.”

[onesidedradiostatic]

tbh im a little more worried about the sheer number of people ive seen who just straight up don't know who cain and abel are 😭 im not even christian but i always figured that was one part of bible lore that's common knowledge??

id expect people to not know who seth is- adam and eve's third child who was born specifically as a gift from god, to replace abel after he died and cain was banished. i get that, bc he's not the one with the important symbolic story like his parents and brothers. but come on guys. cain and abel are everywhere.

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you know tbh I'll be very real with you I know more about cain and abel from the internet than I do as a raised catholic LMAO but idk if that's because I just barely paid attention or retained info from catechism/religious classes or if it's because they just focused on the new testament more

also told an irl friend who was also raised catholic about the hazbin abel reveal and they asked me who abel was so I don't think at least for us being raised with christianity helped us with that knowledge LMAO but yeah I think being on the internet enough most would at least have heard of them

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

ranting abt personal life stuff because i have fRUSTRATIONS, to be deleted.

I love being treated like an annoyance because of my stances on companies and brands and my choices to not purchase or support my friends/family in purchasing from them and getting told off about how I'm a poseur and should put my energy into something more important and how I'm cringe. By mfs who cant live without buying chic fil a and starbucks and then TELLING ME like

bruh. dawg.

OOoOOo how dare i dont wanna eat mid chicken and prefer to make coffee at home

[stag-bi]

what a whiplash going to see my 2016 tumblr dash (as linked in that last post) and getting slapped in the face w full blown ace discourse 😭😭😭

[snowddeong]

Already talked about this with a non-writer friend but it's crazy that ao3 went down and so many people brokedown screaming about how they can't read fics and the "library of alexandria has burned down" but then as a writer you open your inbox and see something you worked extremely hard on getting no comments and so few kudos in comparison to the hits it has. Idk why there's such a culture of not leaving comments if people so obviously see that writers are as important to fandom as any other group of creaters.

We meme and joke about how there's so few midzy writers but honestly I'm not surprised that's the case with the way our fandom supports its artists.

And the worst thing is that as a creative you always feel kinda bad for talking about this stuff cause it's like "oh well now people will think I'm writing for engagement" or "it looks like you're begging for attention". The reality of the matter is that writers put in a lot of work to publish their stories for free for anyone to read, it shouldn't be such a taboo to want people to talk with you about this thing you put so much work into. It's a very normal human desire to want a part of yourself to be recognised lmao, and the fact that fanfiction is such an integral part of people's lives you'd think readers would want to recognise that part of you in return?

A lot of people might say "yeah well I didn't like the fic enough to write anything" respectfully leave some constructive criticism. What was it about the fic that you think the wroter could improve? Cause if you stayed long enough to finish the fic and make that judgement surely there's at least something that kept you there till the end right?

I'm personally trying to fight discouragement over Jacket so I can finish the au but every time I wanna push through irl bullshit to write it my brain is like "meh you don’t really have to, it's not like anyone will care if you take another 3 months to post the next update" and as much as I know that's not the case it's still hard to get over loving a thing so much but it seeming like only 1 or 2 readers has any appreciation for it

[samuraisharkie]

due to Life Shit I kind of stopped drawing much about a year or two after I graduated high school bc I just kind of didn’t have the time or mental/emotional/physical capacity to fit it in, despite art being something I really want to be a part of my career. It kind of makes me sick to realize how much muscle memory I lost just from that time (I had only about a year and a half total of absolutely no art but that was enough. doesn’t help that during that time I seriously injured my hands) considering I’ve been drawing my entire life. I really wish things had not gone that way and that I could have kept going, but expectations were on me to do something else and any time I sat down to draw was treated as wasting time. There’s also something weird about recovering from severe trauma that kind of adjusts how you engage with a hobby you used as a coping mechanism, which Art very much was. I almost never drew vent art, but I used it to focus on something and make myself happy and proud of work I actually could do, and once I was out of the environments that funneled me into drawing (being forced to go to church, school, anything involving sitting down for a long period of time) I found less time to actually have an excuse. Someone bought me a single college course of art classes right out of high school, and I think that was where I COULD have had the opportunity to really get started if I had actually had the money to continue and the college hadn’t been so far away. After that course ended I didn’t have that excuse anymore. I used to draw in DeviantArt and Discord art groups, but those began to fall apart and soon I didn’t have that option either. After that I doodled but didn’t really create Full Pieces unless some friend asked it of me, and it was never a commission bc I’d never trained myself to get that sort of shit done without taking too long, so I’d always do it for free. So even that wasn’t a big motivator eventually. Now that I’m struggling for work after becoming more physically disabled after COVID, all that time I could have spent honing my art skills so I could do SOMETHING with my art really is weighting down on me. I have the option to do freelance work, illustrations, pet commissions, even things like cards and cookies. I’ve seen these avenues open up for me gradually, but I’ve lost the skills I built up that I need to actually make something I’m proud of. I’ve taken to tracing old art to try and remember my thought process and my “style”… but my memory was bad BEFORE the covid, and it’s worse now, and my brain fog makes it hard to focus even if I could get back on the train of thought. I don’t remember the construction that would be in my mind’s eye. I barely can keep a clear vision in my mind’s eye anymore, worryingly. I never had a crystal clear imagination, it was always sort of abstract, but I could see the lines, I could construct a scene. Now I have to focus hard to get any sort of detail clear in my head. It’s like if you tried to look directly into someone’s face in a dream, or put in a prompt in neural blender. So I have to adjust to performing the entire thought process physically, slowly and tediously trying to figure out what I’m imagining before I can really get started. Those old art tutorials for constructing shapes and bodies and such just aren’t coming naturally anymore so I have to dredge deep into my mind to remember which advice helped “click” the best and knowing it might not do it this second time around. It’s like if you forgot how to ride a bike. It was something natural to you, you could even get started haphazardly and distracted and still be able to tell where you were going and not fall over or trip on yourself, but now it’s like you have to focus on each step and it constantly feels like it’s taking everything you have to not crash. I’m glad I can start drawing again, but it hurts that something so huge in my life has been turned into this. I’ve ranted about it before it’s just easier to notice when you’re not sketching out people’s pets or doing super stylized doodles.

[clairelutra]

tfw you start eating regularly again and your appetite comes back 😩

[dandyshucks]

sorry i keep seeing posts abt this and its making me laugh a little to think about because. i really hope ppl are not looking at my blog that gets <5 notes per text/art post usually and thinking "oh no they must be so sad that theyre getting ignored :("

i am just frolicking in a field of dandelions and daisies over here and occasionally a little butterfly floats past and lands on me (someone likes/reblogs a post of mine) and it makes me happy but i never expect it. and now i wonder if theres ppl watching me frolic and looking at me with big sad eyes and shaking their heads going "oh no... that poor lonely soul... they must be so sad they're not getting more butterflies in their field..."

i promise you that i am having a grand old time over here HFDSGJKL i am quite honestly happy as a clam with what i've got. in fact sometimes i almost wish i could have a smaller following and i only have 50ish followers at the moment, some of which have gone inactive already HFDSHGDJKL like do i enjoy the attention that i get sometimes? yeah of course, it's great, it feels good, it's cool that other ppl are interested in what i post enough to give it a like or occasionally a reblog. but i'm never expecting it or looking for it fdsjkl, it's genuinely just a bonus to me !!!

(i do however enjoy reblogging other ppls stuff and want to do that more, i just have ... Le Maladie Chronique HFDSJKL. WAIT HOLY SHIT YALL I JUST GOOGLED THE ENGLISH TO FRENCH TRANSLATION OUT OF CURIOSITY TO SEE WHAT IT ACTUALLY IS AND I GOT IT RIGHT. I WAS JOKING. THAT WAS A JOKE. I MADE THAT TRANSLATION UP WHEN I TYPED THAT OUT AS A JOKE. OH MY GOD HELP. me when i guess french correctly just off the cuff holy shit HFDSJKL the only thing i got wrong is it's a feminine word/phrase/label/whatever and not a masculine so it'd be "la" and not "le" but if i'd been actually seriously attempting a translation i would've guessed that bc it follows the same pattern as other feminine words in french LOL)

[punkrock-bottom]

how and when did you get into heavy metal?

A straight boy I had a crush on in high school was super into Escape The Fate so I pretended to like it to impress him 😭

Then I actually started to enjoy it and branched out and like. Punk rock and heavy metal were the only genres creating music about being a mentally Ill outcast with the same amount of anger as I had as a teenager. Shit was therapeutic

[antisocialxconstruct]

Uncanny magazine is opening for flash fiction soon. Ever thought of trying to submit?

oohhhh HMM..... I fear that deadline's a little close for me to actually have anything ready 😬 but something to think about in the future maybe.....

[sneezydarliing]

Just a little PSA that I'm happy to talk in dms, but please don't just hit on me. Especially if you're a man, given that lesbian is right there in my bio. Thanks.

[jupiter-reimagined]

I have yet another idea for another book. Well, technically, I've had this idea for a while. I just now want to actually start the book.

Someone help me. I end up doing this all of the time.

ive said it before and ill say it again: treat the book as a oneshot instead. write like, idk, 1k words to get a feel for everything in very very broad strokes, and then look at it and if you go "eh. that kinda sucked" you can end up pretending it doesnt exist and banish it to the shadow realm. wont be a big loss in the end either

[solplease]

finally finished redesigning my old ocs,,,, now im just writing notes on em (mainly for myself lmao…)

[quakiebaka]

watched my color guard/winter guard performances from high school and oaufhhhhfhddj I could not stop crying. I cannot stress enough how much I wanted to do color guard in high school and I'm so glad I got myself to do it my senior year for real. I owe so much to that sport. it gave me the confidence I have today and reminded me how much I loved dance and performing a show.

missing dropping 6ft metal polls on my head rn

[h0neyfreak]

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[f0restkid]

Me 2 me: ur not allowed to claim chronic illness😡

Me 2 my bf: will you buy me a headache cap 🥺