#will delete this wednesday!!!

[ayo-edebiri]

Yeah

[inkskinned]

we've been holding onto the old self, these days. the wolf girl. the weird little kid. the strange wildling that would run through forests, our knees all skinned.

we remembered the magic of our loose teeth, how we used to know how to talk to trees. we're taking god out of the church and prying worship from the dirt. making our lives about using the finer things, about just-trying. the leisurely enjoyment of laziness, lawlessness, of leaving the dishes undone. of enjoying food without apology, of showing off our naked body, of kissing her. call it hedonism, sure.

always knew something else about ourselves. spent our whole lives hushed up; told we're made wrong. that's fine, these days. we used to know how to cast spells on the clouds. we have always been a little bit of lightning. the moss will teach us the soft hand - here's how to belong.

relearning magic. a little beautiful necromancy: you gave me nothing but bones. i still made a family.

[franken-shits]

Watched the jenna oretga Wednesday addams show. Loved her but her two love interests reminded me of this meme

[captain-gillian]

work in progress wednesday is upon us again, thank you for the tag @thisbuildinghasfeelings and sorry once again to ls mutals but this bucktommy wip is where i've been making the most progress so that's what im sharing from

“Why’s it called that anyway?” Tommy asks, looking to Buck for an answer, which of course, Buck has.

“The name actually comes from Aurora, the goddess of dawn, and the ancient Greek word for wind, but they were first named by Galileo, who was Italian, not Greek. Did you know he’s the father of modern science? Without all his discoveries, we wouldn’t have thermometers or magnifying telescopes or even physics, and then we might not have ever had airplanes or—” Buck cuts himself off mid-ramble. In the past, when he’s gone on these kinds of tangents, this is the point where people’s eyes start to wander or glaze over in boredom, “I’m sorry, this is probably really boring. I’ll stop,” He meets Tommy’s gaze, which he’s surprised to discover is still fixed firmly on him, the other man watching him intently as he listens, but a frown comes across his expression as Buck apologises.  

“Evan,” Tommy puts a hand on Buck’s arm and turns his head to face him, his expression serious but tender. Tommy looks right into his eyes, and it feels to Buck as though he sees right through him. Through the carefully constructed armour known to most as Buck and down to who he is at his core, Evan. Evan is someone that few people get to know these days, but Tommy sees him; Tommy has always seen him. “You don’t need to apologise for being yourself. You’re lovable just the way you are, and I love hearing your facts and hearing you talk so passionately. It’s pretty adorable, actually.”

open tag & zero pressure tags under the cut

@fallout-mars @sznofthesticks @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe @literateowl

@welcometololaland @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @vineofroses @lemonlyman-dotcom @americansrequiems

@alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @your-catfish-friend @paperstorm @terramous

[laylajeffany]

If I had another wenclair multichapter fic coming in the next few days because I have zero chill and even though I said I was going to NOT DO THIS because I need to work on my original stories, that is my summer project and the worms in my brain won't let me go...

Be honest please, I am LITERALLY NOT OFFENDED, I know I write a lot - I just don't know when to stop. I know some of you have been suffering just because you like my writing even though it's long 🥹

I wanted to write something that would be short, quick updates but the prologue is already out of control and I don't know what to do with this now since THERE WASN'T A PLAN. Ya'll pick my fate for me this time, I can move things around as there is no outline yet we're just writing from the heart here.

[umlewis]

[marrissacooper]

wyler playlist → waiting room by phoebe bridgers

And I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together Plus I know whatever happens to me, I know it's for the better

[losergender]

wip wednesday so have the tags to the solangelo multichaptered fic that im starting once uphill battle is done

[ctrl-altiera-delete]

brought this old wip of Via 💚 and Blue 💙 back from the crypt to celebrate getting paintoolSAI 2 😍😍😍

[hsika92]

sukume nation winning today🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

[2hoothoots]

HELLO i spent a day in tumblr purgatory but now i'm back lol. anyway how was your day

[nancys-braids]

wip wednesday

thanks for the tag - @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @tellmegoodbye @paperstorm @heartstringsduet

@honeybee-taskforce @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo

@bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @whatsintheboxmh @freneticfloetry @thisbuildinghasfeelings you’re all queued :)

It's been a month since the fire. It's been awkward. She didn’t want Marjan to ever leave, but she also didn’t want to overstep. Marjan was grieving the loss of her home, her identity, and her sense of safety. She pulls people out of burning buildings every day on the job but Nancy could tell it was different this time for Marjan. 

They shared a wall and she could hear everything. She woke up with every nightmare Marjan had. Nancy would sit up and contemplate going over to comfort her, but it wasn’t her place. They’re just roommates. Marjan agreed to live here because she needed somewhere to stay, not for any other reason, despite what Nancy may be feeling. She knew Marjan would never see her the same way, so she needed to get over her crush.

no pressure tagging: @captain-gillian @your-catfish-friend @literateowl @carlos-tk @fifthrideroftheapocalypse

@oldfangirl81 @welcometololaland @reyesstrand @pelorsdyke @americansrequiems

@sugdenlovesdingle @kiwichaeng + open tag!

lmk if anyone wants added or removed from my taglist for nancymarjan wips

[hislittleraincloud]

...

Gee, I didn't realize that "freshly spilled blood" is black.

[whatevertheweather]

Well, hello again.

It's been a very busy month, and I have roughly nothing left in my head, but it's Wednesday okay, and that's finally aligning with a day I ended up driving home thinking I want to do a wip post okay. So first, thank you to everyone still commenting on Musical Chairs, and I'm sorry to anyone who's been hoping I can get the last chapter out in a timely manner. I can't, obviously, but as a sad offering in that chapter's stead, I have here An Ode to How Soundly Musical Chairs Is Kicking My Ass.

This is a multimedia presentation. In this essay I will-

I don't have a posting goal anymore. As soon as possible is a moving target. But I do have two deleted scenes, and here's one.

“Stupidity has no bearing on whether or not I hate something,” Baz said. “No? The two’ve always struck me as pretty intertwined,” Niamh said, picking up her drink. And then, like it was a completely separate observation, “I’ve noticed you seem to hate a lot of things.”

I also have 44 pages at the top of my Miscellany document that contain nothing but snippets for musical chairs, and scenes cut from musical chairs, and scenes rewritten for musical chairs, and checklists made for musical chairs, and all caps yelling for musical chairs, and-

Featuring such goodies as:

And:

So in theory. And I hate this because I’D HAVE TO REWRITE AGAIN but in theory.

And:

[HEY MAYBE JUST FULLY FUCKING SWITCH TRAJECTORY AND GO] “[Redacted].” Baz raised an eyebrow. “[Also redacted].” [FUCK BUT ACTUALLY. IT’S WEIRD AT THIS POINT. AFTER HE’S ALREADY PUSHED THIS MUCH. FUCK. YES OKAY MOVE IT UP TO COULD HAVE HAD SOME FUN. SIMON JUST PIVOTS FROM COMMITTING TO THAT/MAKING BAZ MAKE HIM COMMIT TO THAT BY SAYING HE DOES ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT. AND THE SCENE WILL DEFINITELY AND FOR SURE WORK THIS TIME AMEN.]

It's possible these latest two yellings are leading me in the right direction, but I don't know yet, because I made those notes and then dusted off my hands and ran walked away for a month. We'll see. I've at least started thinking about it again. (The trick is apparently pacing small circles around your enclosure while you're on hold with customer support for an hour.)

Here's that other deleted scene, as a treat. It was a treat for me, anyway, because I don't remember writing it.

“Despite our best efforts,” Agatha muttered, and everyone looked at her. She raised her eyebrows. “She started it. I was out for a week because of her.” “You gave Agatha a concussion?” Baz smirked as Simon said, “You’ve had a concussion?” “Yes,” Niamh answered, and Simon added, “That explains it.” Agatha turned from whatever she’d been about to say, replacing it with, “Explains what?” Simon gave a sad little hum and nudged her chin. “Why you don’t even know what it explains.”

By the way, the actual final chapter is 45 pages at present. One (1) page deeper than the burial ground for its failures. Though the burial ground has a lot of gaps between graves. That probably adds a few pages.

Anyhow, I do sincerely hope y'all will be able to read it before another 7 months have passed. I'll do my best. In the meantime, thank you to everyone who's still tagging me in things, and I'm sorry I disappear a lot and don't shower y'all with the love you deserve for it <3

Here's an incomplete mess of tags, because I do need to go do many other less fun things now.

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @cutestkilla @whogaveyoupermission @aristocratic-otter @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @run-for-chamo-miles @rimeswithpurple @thewholelemon @forabeatofadrum @monbons

[cicada-candy]

Final Vengeance Spoilers:

Hi so this is fuckinh insane.

[mmoosen]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by the lovely, gorgeous, talented @thiamsxbitch

Nolan’s car is sitting in the driveway and there are lights on inside the house; Theo immediately jumps out of the drivers seat, leaving Mason, Corey, and Liam waiting in the cars. As Theo begins to make his way towards the side of the house, he pauses and listens through the home’s open windows. Rather than march forward, he turns back to the three waiting and motions for them to get out of the vehicle. The cars are turned off and once the other three start heading towards the side door of the house, they hear what gave Theo pause in his scaring. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL ME THIS WASN’T ENOUGH WHEN IT STARTED’ The shadows of two people are cast on the curtains of the first story windows as one is running across the house, leaving the other desperately trailing behind.

tagging: @ksbbb @rhyslahey @wolfboy88 @arewordsenough @chasing-chimeras @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside @theoceanismyinkwell @hemlocksandfoxgloves @transdunbar @pansexual-puppy-pack @gayholloway