#word hippo

[pichiru]

Everyday I thank the writing gods for blessing me with a tiktok that showed me Word Hippo. This site has been SO helpful to me and I wanted to pass along the info to anyone who didn't already know or just plain old forgot about it <333

In short, u pick a word and after that, u can choose to see synonyms, antonyms, the definition of the word, rhymes, pronunciations, and more!!!

I wish I could hug whoever made this site bc good LORD it's been so great using it every time I write 🥺🖤

Happy writing! :3

[gracieelinn]

word hippo, my beloved

[run-of-the-milf]

Can I put my fellow writers on to a cool app I use?

It's called Word Hippo. I use it for writing all the time. It's got so many functions - thesaurus, dictionary, translations, words uses, and more!

It's a website and an app. Idk if the ads are bad on the free version of the app, but I bought premium since it was like < $5 and an account lets you bookmark words to easily find later.

I've learned a lot of new vocab from Word Hippo and it's perfect for when you know what you want to say but you're not sure of the wording. I definitely recommend it!

[tl-trashtalk]

save me word hippo. word hippo save me.

[david-tennant-in-a-kilt]

I owe my life to word hippo

[potatocrisp]

Still being very serious about elden ring

[hippolotamus]

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

tagged by @daffi-990 with the word FIND. thank you, lovely 🥰

all of these come from the mer!buck wip 🧜‍♂️

F - Foamy surf bubbles over his skin; blue green water laps at his shins, occasionally licking up his thighs. It’s warm and pleasant, like a bath under the late afternoon sun, enticing him to wade in further.

I -  If it’s because their parents don’t actually love him. But that’s silly. Why wouldn’t they? He’s their son and aren’t all parents supposed to love their children?

N - Not even when he skipped town after their high school graduation so he and Evan could celebrate together. As far as she knew, he was going to the beach as a last minute trip. She already had plans with her mom so he didn’t even have to lie about why she couldn’t tag along with him. Christ, he really is a terrible husband.

D - “Days before you leave, you suddenly have to take care of ‘something’,” she deadpans. He can imagine how she’s probably got one hand over her belly while sending him an incredulous stare. “Care to elaborate?”

np tagging @diazsdimples @stereopticons @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @midsummersmorn

@bucksbignaturals @actuallyitsellie @swiftiefirefighters @loucifersbitch @mmso-notlikethat

@eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @spotsandsocks @dangerpronebuddie @diazheartsbuckley

@tizniz @thekristen999 @lemonzestywrites and anyone else who wants to 😘

Your word is WATER

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley who's just uploaded her first smut fic!!! Go check it out!

I really did say "fuck it" today and started a new wip. Don't look at me. This one is forecast to be short and sweet though so check back with me in a couple of days when it's over 10k and consuming my life!

Buck wasn’t moping. Certainly not. He doesn’t mope. Not at all. Not even if it’s been a whole 24 hours since he last saw his boyfriend. The relationship is still new and exciting enough that he wants to spend all his time wrapped up in those strong arms and forget about everything except the soft lips pressed to his forehead. He doesn’t want to come across as clingy though. It’s always been a bit of an insecurity of Buck’s, that people will thing he’s a bit, well, much. So, instead of grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts until he finds his boyfriends number so he can call him and beg to come over, Buck throws himself on his couch and begins to aimlessly scroll through the daytime television options, until he finally settles on Married at First Sight. He's just gasping at the first dinner party (one of the brides stormed out in tears!) when his phone begins to buzz. Thinking that finally, finally, his beloved is calling and asking to hang out, Buck throws himself at his phone hands shaking with excitement as he turns it over and reads the caller ID. Christopher Diaz. Ah well, the next best thing it is then. “Hey, Chris!” Buck answers, trying not to let his initial disappointment show in his voice. He’s got all the time in the world for this kid, even if he’s becoming a moody teenager with a wit that’s as sharp as a whip, just like his father. “Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. It’s hard to tell if it’s the shitty service he sometimes gets if the wind is blowing in a funny direction, or if Christopher’s voice has started breaking. He suspects it’s the latter, based purely off the phone call he’d received a couple of days prior where Eddie had spent the entire call giggling down the phone about how Christopher had cracked a massive high during an argument about screen time. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see it! Can you come over today, please?” Buck can practically picture Christopher bouncing up and down with excitement as he relays this information. Despite months of insistence that he’s “too old for the zoo”, Christopher has been eagerly following their resident hippo’s pregnancy, sending Buck updates as fast as the zoo will come out with them. Really, he’s been grooming Buck for this trip for months. “What does your dad have to say about this?” Buck asks, already knowing the answer. “He says it’s fine as long as you’re up for it,” comes the reply, and Buck doesn’t miss the almost pleading edge to Christopher’s voice. “Pleaaaase, Buck? A baby hippo!” “Okay, okay, okay!” Buck laughs, hauling himself off the couch and collecting his keys. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Buck hangs up the phone and rushes around the loft to collect his keys, a hoodie and a bottle of water, all previous thoughts of despair about the lack of contact from his boyfriend gone from his mind at the prospect of seeing his two favourite people.

Tagging @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @pirrusstuff @housewifebuck @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @tizniz @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @thekristen999

[pigeon-butch]

I certainly have my own concerns about the treatment of moo deng but um. well i think some of you may just be racist

[thievinghippo]

People smarter than me! (which is most of you right now. I work online retail and it is our busiest time of year and I am exhausted)

For fic related purposes I need to know what this is called. I cannot remember for the life of me and I don't just want to call it a 'belt'

(The fic related purposes are taking the damn thing off of him so he and Rook can bang)

Help a hippo out?

[soulmaking]

Angie Estes, from "True Confessions"

[shy-girl04]

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas

Only a hippopotamus will do

I don't want a doll, no dinky Tinkertoy

I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy

Kate Rusby

[titanebaby]

stress-cleaning my closet. found my art journal from when i was 16-17.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

“God had one son on earth without sin, but never one without suffering.”

― Saint Augustine of Hippo (354-430)

[maingh0st]

no song challenges my comprehension of the english language quite like baseball by hippo campus

[hippolotamus]

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

thanks for the tag @stereopticons 💞 my word was METAL

M - "Merperson? Merboy?”

“Either of those is fine,” Evan huffs, sliding into the water. “Anything but ‘mermaid’. C’mon while I still feel helpful.” (Buddie; Run to the water (and find me there))

E - Eddie’s eyes drop to where they’re linked. “I was going to wait until dinner, but since you asked-” 

He watches Eddie put the pieces together in real time. Watches as his gaze slides to her middle. As Eddie works to maintain a facade of anticipation. (Teddie WW2 fic)

T - The role fits like a second skin, sliding on so easily. Like a favorite article of clothing, pulled from storage and ready for the season. He’s missed it. Missed this. Missed them. (something something BuckTommy smut)

A - A secret he couldn’t hide if he wanted to. Thanks a lot, pheromones. (BEST™️ prompt)

L - “Looks aren’t the problem, Chim. It’s the brains. What good is it to have a wife that isn’t a bit of a challenge? They’re all so- boring. Nothing to make them stand out except hair and eye color. It’s like someone cloned a single personality and stuffed it into different bodies.”

One of the other men pipes up. “Just pick one, Diaz! All they care about are being taken care of and having babies. Lots and lots of babies. If you want compelling conversation, that’s what the club is for. Or you can find someone on the side for extra… entertainment.” 

Shannon was interesting. She cared about more than babies and wealth. (Buddie Bridgerton au)

np tagging @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @slightlyobsessedwitheverything

@midsummersmorn @diazheartsbuckley @buddiekinard @mmso-notlikethat

@loucifersbitch @inell @rainbow-nerdss @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz

@bekkachaos @thekristen999 @tizniz @lemonzestywrites @wikiangela

@beyourownanchor6 @dangerpronebuddie @your-catfish-friend and anyone else who wants to 😘

Your word is GUEST