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[dedkake]

natural development | 4k, g, gen mcshep & mckeller

a gift fic for @mostlymcshep ! thank you for all that you do!!

Five times Rodney should’ve realized he was in a relationship with John and one time he did.

1. That Time They Made Out

Harvest festivals are always a chore. They’re loud and full of strangers and always take longer than they’re supposed to. If Rodney had his way, he’d never go to another festival again. Another hundred-year storm on Atlantis would be preferable—a crashed jumper, even.

The only thing that ever makes it worth it is the alcohol. Not that Rodney is a fan, particularly, or that the alcohol cooked up on backwater planets is even good half the time. It’s more the fact that harvest festivals are the only time John ever indulges in the stuff. He sets his P90 aside and unzips his tacvest and knocks back moonshine with the locals like it’s his job. Which, maybe it is. Diplomacy is like that, sometimes.

Drunk John is a handful, sloppy and loud and unable to walk in a straight line. He’s also Ronon’s responsibility—if Ronon manages to keep himself sober enough to help, that is. But buzzed John, when he’s had just enough to relax, he’s another animal altogether.

Rodney’s always been a fan of animals.

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[stistilinskii]

sirius from the very first day was walburga’s pride and joy, she loved him with her entire heart. her very own heir, and as he grew up this love only grew. sirius, who was extremely talented, and smart, and knew that his place was above others. who could be cruel when he wanted to, he reminded walburga of herself.

but then he went to hogwarts, and what at first were simple pranks that she hoped he would grow out of, turned into outright rebellion. her love for him began to twist into something dark and twisted. it became harsh words and brutal punishments.

sirius, who grows up with everything being handed to him, yet he knows it isn’t enough, and he knows it is superficial, weighing on him being the perfect heir. and he loves his mother, but he doesn’t think she’s a good person, yet he defends her, even when james looks uncomfortable and remus storms out of the room.

He loves her until it snaps, and he’s suddenly thrown out of his house. his house that he’s always known yet despised, a brother who hasn’t looked him in the eyes in years, even though he did everything for him, even though he was the sole reason he stayed so long. a mother that he once believed loved him yet is the cause of all his suffering. he knew this day was coming, in fact he wished for it, so why has it created an in unfixable ache in his heart?

Walburga, who curses her son as she blasts his face off the painting on the wall. foolish, ungrateful, blood traitor boy, she gave him everything, did she not? every punishment was for his best, how can he not see that? how can he not see her love? her hands are tainted with blood.

regulus, who watches from the corner. who looks like his brother yet is much more flawed. he does not have the same power, the same courage, yet he yearns for it, he’s yearned for it all his life, for what he sees as his mothers love, but sirius took all of it, and stole it from him. he is spiteful, he hates his brother with everything in him, for throwing everything away, but he’s grateful for this chance, even though he knows he will never escape the shadow that sirius cast infront of him.

regulus before he enters the cave. he still hates his brother, but he understands him now. he understands the grip of his mother’s love, it drowns him long before he ever enters that cave.

walburga dying soon after regulus’ death. of heartbreak.

sirius, his face on the front page of every magical newspaper. he has his mother’s sharp features, he thinks he has finally made her proud- a part of him always wanted that, didn’t it? everyone left will look at the picture and will say it was expected, that of course the black heir was nothing but an evil creature. they do not know that he is innocent, that he spent most of his life trying escape his family name, trying to be good, trying to cure himself of the cruelty that he inherited from his mother.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[fromcainwithlove]

author’s notes today: hey guys so just a warning there isn’t 100% explicit verbal consent even though they’re both really into it so remember this is FICTION, also they don’t use a condom :((( but in real life safe sex is important!!! please be safe out there everyone

a/n back in the day: kept thinking about ____ stabbing knives through both of _____’s hands to pin him in place while they fucked so here you go lol =P

[afniel]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[phanerozoicfossilgardener]

As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

[sanguinifex]

You gotta read and watch some old books and films that aren’t 100% modern politically correct. I’m not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.

Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.

Kill the censor in your head.

[feluka]

if you moralize to people in the global south about piracy youre going to hell btw. no atonement no take backsies. guaranteed hell forever permanently.

[incandescent-creativity]

Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[elbiotipo]

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[bamsara]

I love blocking people I've never interacted with based off their replies on some random popular post. Wow random user on a post with 50k notes with the worst take ever, I hope I never meet you and will make sure we never do

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again