#writer: rainbow rowell

[nocontextspiderman]

Amazing Fantasy #1000 (2022)

[welcometogrouchland]

(on my hands and knees begging tumblr to not mutilate the quality of this drawing 😭) anyway, coming out as a secret marvel fan to announce that i really enjoyed the recently she-hulk run w/ Jen and her boytoy and am sad to see them go. Jack pls dont disappear into the ether i just got attached to you (ID in alt)

[doll-pparts]

okay so like ive never posted fics here before BUT!! @lovelettersto-mars tagged me in their six sentence sunday post!

so guess what. you guys get a snippet of a fic i've been working on!

Simon was thrashing around in his sleep, tossing and turning, tearing at the blankets. He woke up gasping for air, clutching his chest. Baz turned over and looked at his boyfriend confused. Simon was panting and sobbing. Baz reached for Simon, but he pulled away, cowering in the corner of their bed. Baz sat up and looked at Simon, “Simon?” He said softly. Simon stopped tearing at his hair long enough to look up at his boyfriend, tears were streaming down his face. “Simon, it’s alright. I’m here.” Baz reached for Simon, who almost pulled back. He let Baz take his hand, Baz clutched his hand tightly. He rubbed soft circles into his skin. “I’m sorry, I’m fine.” Simon pulled his hands away and wiped his tears away, trying to steady his breath.

i have nobody else to tag in this. and i hope i did this right. im copying mars yall idfk.

[amaya-potterblack]

"The whole point of fanfiction is that you get to play inside somebody else's universe. Rewrite the rules. Or bend them. The story doesn't have to end. You can stay in this world, this world you love, as long as you want, as long as you keep thinking of new stories.”

- Rainbow Rowell

[flammablepitch]

sadly no update on my snowbaz college/ university au ‘Indigo Night’ tonight as i really need to relax after a stressful uni and work day :(

BUT if you aren’t up to date yesterdays chapter was the longest so far, definitely the steamiest and maybe even the fluffiest so checkout the fic here!

Indigo Night

words: 36,245

chapters: 20/?

rating: mature/ explicit

status: in progress

description:

I wish I didn’t.

Because now I have to meet my new roommate half-naked and soaking wet.

“Uh… I-I I’m S-Simon. I live here. Do you live here? I do…” What the fuck was that?

“Baz.” My new roommate says.

“What?”

“Baz. That’s my name.” he hasn’t stopped sneering at me.

“Oh…” I really don’t know what else to say. Why can't my brain come up with words?

“You should get dressed.” Baz says and then turns and walks out the door, slamming it behind him.

Fuck.

OR

Simon, who has spent his whole child and teenhood having to move around all over the world with his father, never spending more than a few months in one place, is ready to settle down. He gets into a good uni, moves into uni housing and searches for a job. Now, he's determined to find a good group of friends, but he may get more than what he's asking for.

[torresdossinos]

[huzaifawrites]

If meeting you was a pretty coincidence

then

losing you would be a charming curse…

@liztical

[writing-i-cant-sleep]

My first crush, Hallie Mills.

In third grade I was dorky. Spending my time overturning rocks and hopping in creeks. I never had an affinity for team based sports no matter how my parents marketed them to me. 

At the start of the year I was happy to have my best friend, Stephen Highmore, in the same class as me.

He was the sporty one of the two of us, playing tee-ball, soccer, and most importantly, Stephen was the fastest kid in the grade.

Stephen’s house was surrounded by forest and became the destination for almost all of our adventures. Stephen was an only child with a divorced mother who was always at work. He lived in a nicely sized house along with his grandparents who, after retiring from their position of lawyer and professor, spent their days sitting in the study reading old law books. Every few weeks Stephen’s eccentric artist of an uncle would take up residence in his basement studio and hole away working on meaningless projects. Given that Stephen’s father moved to Vermont after the divorce he was not around at all.

As you can see, Stephen’s house was a kingdom of no supervision.

One summer Stephen discovered his uncle’s hidden studio-stash of illicit items. Being the unruly boys we so often were, the stash of contraband became our main source of entertainment for years to come. Ignoring the cartons of cigarettes, oddly scented vase, and half finished bottles of various liquors, we found the most usefulness in the colorful array of lighters. After strategically stealing two of the Bic lighters, we would fill our pockets with action figures and walk into the woods in Stephen's backyard. For hours we would watch the plastic figures burn into nothing more than a bulbous puddle of carcinogens. 

Still I wonder what has had more effect on my health between the cowboy killer cigarettes I smoke or the black stringy plastic smoke I inhaled throughout the years of our friendship. 

Stephen’s mother, Heather, was a lovely caring woman. she would never hesitate in giving me a ride to my dreaded sports practices or letting me spend the night at their house. On special occasions Heather would load Stephen and I into her Subaru Outback that was coated in dog hair. We would drive to a diner to meet her “friend”, who later Heather revealed, through a post on facebook, was her partner. Our drive would continue deep into New Jersey to a farm she worked at. Stephen and I would spend our days as any boys with few rules would, catching frogs, subjecting ant hills to nuclear levels of devastation, and playing with the horse whips we would sneak from the barn. My days during this time were care free and simple. No concepts of money, the future, or women clouded my innocent view of the world. 

Of course, this all changed when Hallie Mills was put into Stephen and my 3rd grade class. Hallie was a pigtailed, olive skinned, athletic girl who’s hand worked on a spring mechanism when the teacher asked questions in class. It was love at first sight, or, the equivalent for a third grader who still assumed babies were left for families on doorsteps. Without the faintest idea of how to garner the attention of this sweet girl I had heart eyes for, I relied on the age old technique of throwing wood chips and running away. The results were lackluster to say the least. 

One icy winter Saturday after Stephen and I had been sledding on the hill in his front yard, Stephen taught me a secret of the world which firmly embedded itself into my developing brain, pornography. Still damp from melted snow with rosy wind burned cheeks, Stephen took me into his mothers office and signed himself in as a guest on her desktop. 

“Wanna see something?” 

The proposition was seemingly normal, but the feverish grin that took over his face told a more devient tale. 

Sitting shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip on Heather Highmore’s office chair we explored the filth that hid in plain sight on the internet. 

‘MILF takes HUGE cock’

‘Interracial BLOWJOB’

‘ANAL ADVENTURE’

‘Amature GANGBANG’ 

In an attempt to seem cool I acted as though these titles were old news to me. To Stephen, I had a long history with internet porn. In reality, my perception of women and brain chemistry changed forever at this exact moment, for the worse. As we watched in silent awe my mouth watered and blood pressure hit critical rates. 

As soon as I started feeling the new sensation of tightness in my underpants, Heather came home. 

Stephen then taught me another vitally important lesson in 5 quick steps…

how to clear a computer’s search history.

In an attempt to act normal, we donned our snow gear. Still sopping wet from our sledding expedition, we stepped into the cold, snowy, pornless wooded area behind Stephen’s house. Uncomfortable speechlessness fell onto us like a bookshelf onto the curious baby of negligent parents.  

With the surrounding world dampened by the lush snow, our trudging foot steps crunched intrepidly into our eardrums. 

I was picturing frames from the videos we had watched. More likely than not, Stephen was doing the same. 

We walked in imaginative silence for a while until plopping ourselves down in a snowless divet in the ground, formed and sheltered by the roots of a fallen oak. 

Stephen broke the silence.

“Have you ever jacked off?”

I answered the question with quizzical eyebrow movements.

Stephen continued “It’s when you watch porn and rub your… you know.” he sealed the statement with a suggestive hand wave. 

“Oh. I haven’t.” I said, feeling my ears heat up to the point I thought it would bring upon an early spring. 

Stephen and I were still best friends with no care in the world. 

In fact, this instant of sitting quietly in the frozen dirt, our heads swimming with smut, would be the closest we had ever been and sadly the closest we would ever be. 

“Don’t tell anyone, but I have a crush on Hallie Mills. Do you remember her? The girl in our class?” Stephen kept a locked gaze on his snow covered boots. 

The realization of what Stephen had said hit my gut with the speed and precision of a peregrine falcon striking a pigeon out of the air. Of course I knew who she was, I was absolutely in love with her, or at least as in love with her as a third grader who just discovered sex could be.  

My stomach pushed itself forcefully into the back of my throat, almost cutting off my ability to breathe, a feeling familiar to me now, jealousy. 

I managed to swallow my digestive tract back into its rightful location.

I tried to say something as anger and sadness fought for their place in the forefront of my next words, both became tired and plaintive. Self-pity took the helm.

“So do I.” 

The words slid off of my tongue and were seemingly frozen by the cold air, hanging motionless between my mouth and Stephen’s ears. A second passed, my words thawed, another second passed, and Stephen spoke the final nails into our friendship's coffin.

“You know she likes me right? You aren’t sporty enough for Hallie, and your haircut is stupid.”

My head spun for the next two days. 

I couldn’t argue with Stephen that my haircut was stupid. I had skipped out on actual haircuts for the last couple of years, letting my brown hair grow long, only occasionally I’d have my mother’s hair stylist thin out the mass of thick hair and shorten my bangs to keep hair out of my eyes. My odd haircut routine led to something that resembled a mullet with less appeal, more awkward cowlicks, and a worse shape. My hair swallowed my neck, nearly perfectly matching the width of my shoulders giving my skinny frame the appearance of explorative plants growing from a hanging pot, my lanky legs mimicking the spindly vines searching for support. It didn't help that I almost exclusively wore very skinny jeans that were ripped at the knee.

I thought they made me look like a cool skater kid. Sadly, they only reinforced the fragile plant look as the ripped threads mimicked desperate roots in arid waterless ground. 

I walked with an air of timidness as though everyone and everything was out to get me. My self esteem was nonexistent at such an early age, pushing me deeper and deeper into a shell of shelf hatred. The only reason one would consider me an ‘old soul’ or ‘ahead of my years’ would be because at only 9 years old, I had the self hate and angst of a 17 year old who just discovered the smiths. 

Stephen, Hallie, and I still had class together for the remainder of the year. Stephen and I still considered one another friends, but the friendship was strained by the love triangle. We fought over Hallie endlessly. Our time hanging out was no longer filled with boyish exploration, but instead discussion of who will make the next move. Not only did Hallie definitively like Stephen back. She made it very clear, with messages passed by her friends, that she did not like me at all and found me quite unattractive. 

Those whispered words from the girls have never left my ears, no matter who I become they will be with me. 

Every month my teacher, Mrs. Langine, would reassign the seating arrangements in class as a way for everyone to get to know one another. Seating was announced like an NBA draft, when your name got called you would go and sit in the chair closest to where the teacher was standing. This was your new seat. The second to last switch was where my active pursuit for Hallie’s heart turned into me wallowing in puddles of dejection. 

Mrs. Langine began to call out names one by one.

“Rebecca.” 

She takes a step to the right, “Matt.”

Another step, “Hallie.”

My heart skipped a beat, if my name was called I would finally have a chance to get to show Hallie that I wasn’t the ugly weird kid she so vocally saw me as. My eyes were pinpoint focussed on Mrs. Langine's lips. My ears waited anticipatedly for my name to be called. In a second of over confidence, I picked up my backpack as preparation to take my rightful seat next to my love.

“Stephen.” 

Mrs. Langine threw his name out there with an overly casual nature. It was as if she didn’t care at all of the destruction she caused to my naive heart. 

Stephen took his seat and smirked in my direction. 

My young brain flitted through emotions and phrases trying to pin down the best one to fit this exact moment. “Dang you” my brain thought, the third grade equivalent of a slur, the worst word I knew.

“Dang you.”

The school year went on.

I made other friends while ignoring the ‘relationship’ Stephen and Hallie had gotten into. I also made a huge effort to ignore their mean remarks about how skinny jeans are “for girls”, but it didn't work. I often cried to my mother about what they had said. 

I was self conscious about myself to the point I wasn’t able to make a change. This is where jealousy first planted itself in my head and my inner voice picked up the habit of putting me down. 

No matter how much I hated my stupid hair my inner monologue would remind me,

Getting a haircut will look even more stupid and everyone will judge you.

My skinny jeans were tattered and I despised them, but I’d be in my head,

What? Wear shorts? Then your skinny legs will be more visible, you’re a joke.

Even the thought of a girl crushing on me was shut down, 

You are unwanted and weird. People are uncomfortable looking at you, let alone have a crush. 

That little voice got really good at making me feel like shit, it was as if it knew exactly what I was thinking.

[lonleyhumanbeing]

complaints about the fanfiction I'm working on.

It's the first one I've written, and I can't make the scenes flow from scene to scene, as Baz and Simon only meet once a week. I'm going to push on through the rough draft and see what happens. I'm still going to publish it, just to break the ice and get more confident, but it is so rough. Does anyone have any tips that could help me out a little? TIA.

[apricusapollo]

i cath averyed too close to the sun (i forgot to answer comments on ao3) 

[keycomicbooks]

Sensational She-Hulk #10 (2024) Joshua Cassara Marvel vs. Aliens Variant, Rainbow Rowell Writer, Andrés Genolet Artist

#SensationalSheHulk #10 (2024) #JoshuaCassara #MarvelvsAliens Variant, #RainbowRowell Writer, #AndrésGenolet Artist "Team Jen, Part 2" What is the fate of #SHEHULK and JACK OF HEARTS?! Their love has blossomed over the last two years of this She-Hulk story, but this issue will define it for the future! https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Sensational%20She-Hulk%202023.html#10 @rarecomicbooks Website Link In Bio Page If Applicable. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA #RareComicBooks #KeyComicBooks #MCU #MarvelComics #MarvelUniverse #KeyComic #ComicBooks

[appasahebparbhane]

अक्षर आदि जगतमें, जाका सब विस्तार।

सतगुरु दया सो पाइये, सतनाम निजसार।।112।।

सतगुरुकी परतीति करि, जो सतनाम समाय।

हंस जाय सतलोक को, यमको अमल मिटाय।।117।।

वह सतनाम-सारनाम उपासक सतलोक चला जाता है। उसका पुनर्जन्म नहीं होता। हम सबने कबीर साहिब के ज्ञान को पुनः पढ़ना चाहिए तथा सोचना चाहिए कि सतलोक प्राप्ति केवल कबीर साहिब के द्वारा दिए गए मन्त्र से होगी।

[moonchild815]

Chapter 6 of The Moon's Secret by GraceStone3, has just been released. Here is a short preview, be sure to go check it out on Wattpad

The next text I received sent chills down my spine. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER:" 1 IMAGE" The image was dark, but the snow that coated the ground was illuminated by light flowing out of a window. In the window was a girl sitting on her bed with her hand clasped over her mouth and her phone in her hand.

My whole body started to shake in panic as I realized the girl in the photograph was me. How could he be here, how did he know where I live. Plus, he somehow knew my full name. Today was my first time meeting him. I did not see him in school today, I would have remembered his angelic features, but now I was started to think devilish would be the right word to describe him. 

[brutallyquiet]

I wanna make you drive all night just to be with me

[flammablepitch]

New Addition

words: 1,200

chapters: 1/1

rating: general audiences

tags: halloween, halloween costumes, fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and humor, humor, party, house party, snowbaz, domestic, domestic snowbaz, domestic boyfriends, domestic husbands, domestic bliss

description:

Baz and I never fight. We fought each other with our fists as kids and our words as teens. In the first year of our relationship, we didn’t fight at all, we sat in silence instead. Now, instead of fighting, we can talk it through. Like adults.

Except for today, apparently. No, today we’re fighting like it’s life or death.

OR

Simon and Baz are trying to come up with a halloween costume idea for the newest addition in their family, but can’t decide and end up arguing about it.