#writing about the pain

[urlocalwriter]

me: i love you, i would go to hell for you, and i would and will always - always - choose you.

levi ward: *exists in the multiverse but not here*

[morganbritton132]

Just remember this idea I had for a fic where Steve’s dad worked in marketing and made jiggles for commercials so they had a full music studio in their house.

The local music store had a section where local artists can sell cassettes. It’s mostly poorly recorded country music from The Hideout’s open mic night, but Corroded Coffin is there too. Eddie practically stalks the shelf to see if anyone buys their music. No one ever does (except for Gareth’s mom).

Then one day, Eddie goes into the shop after work to see if any of CC’s stock is gone, and sees a new tape there. No artist name. No song titles. Just a slip of paper stuck into the case with a hand drawn rose on it.

Eddie buys it and even though it’s not his typical type of music, falls absolutely in love with the voice on the tape. He loves the music. The production quality. The way sadness seeps into every corner of side A and B.

He goes back to the record shop and asks who left the tape, but the employee has no idea. They think someone just stuck it there without permission and have no idea who they’re supposed to pay for the sale.

Two more tapes show up over the next month with a different drawn flower on it, each sadder than the last. The artist is clearly going through something. Eddie still has no idea who they are and is now stalking the shelf not just to see if his own music is selling (it’s not).

He’s in full investigation mode and it’s annoying all of his friends. He needs to know who this person is because he’s a little in love with them and also a little worried about them. It’s really sad music.

Meanwhile, Steve is just trying to process the end of his relationship with Nancy in the only way he can think of.

[delirium-mind]

I miss the way I viewed the world before I knew too much about it

[3liza]

the number of afab people replying to the pain poll going "yeah I've broken limbs and had 1st degree burns and given birth but nothing tops my menstrual pain" is so fucked up it is unbelievable. and I was right there with everyone else until I stumbled on a low dose progestin regimen that just made me stop menstruating. which I would recommend to everyone except it just doesn't work for everyone. ask your doc about it though, it won't cause permanent side effects or injury to try it out. i take norethindrone 2.5mg 2x/day. this dose has to be different for each patient to work correctly, that's just what I take. there's some research to suggest synthetic progesterone like norethindrone is carcinogenic so I'm going to look into switching. anyway i just got extremely lucky. there is seriously nothing like it. it was the worst pain I ever felt until the urology incident and frankly I think the menstrual pain was already a factor in the outcome of the urology incident

[spiritsong]

wyll.y.am ravengard, I love you so

everyone loves to put him in gold (rightly so) but my personal style is lots of silver jewelry + heavy eyeliner so that's what I gave him. also roses because he's so damn venusian

[woof-verine]

logan looking at wade appraisingly on the bench when wade asks if he’ll see logan around. logan wondering if he really means it or if it’s just a thing he says to everyone instead of saying goodbye. logan taking the same road he always does and leaving wade behind the same way he leaves everyone behind. convincing himself it’s better for wade if he leaves him there on the bench, not wanting him to see the real mess that is logan, just to remember the hero instead.

wade doubling down, calling after logan. logan stopping in his tracks, because when he leaves, people always just let him. no one wants him around enough to ask him to stay twice. they say it once, in the heat of the moment, and then think better of it. or they don’t think better of it, and they end up dead. but not wade. wade can’t die. and there he is, calling after logan a second time, asking if he can introduce him to his roommate, to all his friends who they just saved the universe for.

logan looking at wade with wonder in his eyes as he introduces logan to althea. the soft smile that creeps onto his face from just looking at him. the determination to be on his best behavior, to not fuck it up with the people wade cares so much about. the hope that he can earn his place among them. the searing, painful, hopeful feeling that floods his chest when he realizes, after 200 years, that someone finally brought him home.

[sugarlywhispers]

Imagine Y/N having a Quirk that visually lets you know when someone is going to die and who or what is going to cause it.

For example, if a person is going to be stabbed in their abdomen, that part of the body is going to glow. You would be able to see the object glow too if it's within reach. And the hands of the person who does it are going to glow too if they are close.

Of course nobody can see that but you. For a couple of minutes, when your Quirk activates, you see everything in black and white, except for that part of the body that's going to get injured glowing a deep red.

You can't control when to activate or not your Quirk. It's not a very helpful one for being a hero, so you didn't pursue that career. You even hated your own Quirk sometimes, because no matter how much you tried to warn people, once the glow appears, there's nothing anybody could do to avoid it happening. Even when you were younger nobody believed you and treated you like a freak. So you simply decided to try and reject your own power, focusing your mind in closing itself whenever the Quirk activated itself.

You have lived a pretty normal life. A stable job, a mundane routine and normal friends.

Until Bakugou Katsuki appeared in your life.

Falling in love with a pro hero was definitely not in your plans. Yet it happened.

That man made you feel things you have never felt for anyone. He made you question lots of things, he made you think. He definitely made you a better person, and the sentiment was mutual. He swept you out of that boring life and brought so much fire and passion and learning and love.

Bakugou Katsuki had been a wave that sank you into his love.

He made you even forget about your curse of a Quirk. In fact, when you first met him, you introduced yourself as Quirkless –a bad habit you had developed throughout the years due to the complexity of explaining what you actually could do.

So, after a two-year relationship with Katsuki, imagine your surprise when you wake up one fine and cozy Sunday morning; walk towards the kitchen following the delicious smell of cooking that you know your boyfriend is making; the second your foot touches the floor of the room, everything turns black and white.

A gasp gets stuck in your throat, due to the strength in which your own Quirk activated. Katsuki then turns around and smiles that perfect crooked smile that makes your knees weak for him even in black and white, "Morning, firefly," he winks at you, "I was just abou' to take this to bed. Fancy a breakfast in bed with me?" He flirts as he is preparing the tray he's going to carry to the bedroom.

But where everything is black and white, right in the area where his heart beats beautifully against his ribcage is glowing red. And awful deep red that makes you want to vomit in sadness, in frustration, in anger.

"Love?"

You hear the worried tone in his voice once his eyes go back at your person. Your eyes fill with tears, making the image of him blurry, and you can feel your whole body trembling.

And when you look down, you find your own hands glowing red too.

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[feathercreates]

"Old friend... I miss you so much. I'm so sorry."

[14dayswithyou]

Ren owes me money I'm being so serious right now.

I want to know how Ren/redacted would react if we went out of our way to eat his favorite candy so that we'd taste like it when we kissed ♡

REN

"Angel?" His voice comes out soft, "I-Is there something wrong— Mmph!"

Before Ren has the chance to finish his sentence, you immediately pull him in by the collar of his cardigan and place a soft kiss against his lips. At that, a surprised noise escapes the back of his throat his arms slip around your waist to pull your body closer.

It's only when your hands move to the back of your boyfriend's hair that he starts to melt underneath your touch and reciprocates your actions in kind. But when you pull away from his warmth with a smile, Ren tries to follow with a barely audible whine.

"I— You— Is that...? Wait, that's your favourite candy, right?" Ren's eyes fall to your lips, "M-Mine too! Hehe, we're the same!"

[REDACTED]

"...Somethin' on your mind? C'mere."

They notice you looming by their side—something not completely out of the ordinary given how often you'd both follow each other around—but it's the way your hands were fidgeting that gives it all away. Barely a second passes before a large, scarred hand reaches out to cease your movements and pull you into their lap.

Now surrounded by their warmth, you waste no time putting your plan into action. With the utmost ease, you lean even closer to [REDACTED]'s face, pull him down until he's within reach, and pepper their face with countless kisses.

One on their cheek, one on their nose, and one on the corner of their mouth. It's when you land on their lips that you notice his eyes widening a fraction before he presses their mouth against your own for another taste. Then... Another.

Five more kisses later, and [REDACTED] finds himself wondering, "...Cherry?"

[bambinafangirls]

that 40/50 year old man is NOT gonna fuck you in that position!! his back hurts!!

[wistfullywaiting2]

The biggest misconception in the bsd fandom ever to me is people constantly portraying Atsushi as someone who trauma dumps excessively when he canonically barely talks about it at all.

The entire point is that Atsushi does not talk about his trauma he’s just constantly thinking about/reliving it. He can’t escape the memories of his past so he tries not to acknowledge them.

He only mentions it when asked, either directly or when someone asks him to explain himself.

Atsushi doesn’t even give a cohesive explanation for what he saw while under Dogra Magra, he just apologizes to Haruno and Naomi.

If Lucy hadn’t had her whole “you’ve never suffered the way I have” spiel then I doubt even the audience would’ve gotten to find out about his scars

If Akutagawa never asked him how it felt for the orphanage headmaster to die Atsushi would have never told him that he’s been hallucinating.

In the omake where Kyoka asks him why his hair is like that it’s clear he wouldn’t have told her that unless she had asked.

In 55 minutes Atsushi very briefly mentions sleeping on a dirty floor somewhere to Kunikida because he was trying to explain and justify his behavior.

And the thing is that there are scenes that implies that the other characters see Atsushi behaving strangely and are visibly confused because they do not understand what’s wrong with him.

Remember, we as an audience get to see things about characters that the main cast doesn’t. Just because we see into Atsushi’s mind doesn’t mean the other characters know what’s going on in there.

Also little footnote here that I think this is a reference to the moon over the mountain but I digress

[blackkatdraws2]

An unfortunate intruder. [Blank Scripts AU]

The Parable is a living organism. Similar to a tree in a way.

Unless an individual is registered as a Guest [or an Actor in Stanley's case], the Parable will begin to digest anything organic that enters inside of it.

Food will clip through the Parable until they fully 'despawn'.

Permission to enter can only be granted by The Narrator [Black].

The woman found here snuck inside and got digested by the Parable.

[raviollies]

I know it's been said but the changes to Maria really grate on me because....this doesn't even read as the same character anymore. Maria's design was purposeful, a very clear specific concept of a 'cool sexy girl who wears leopard print and crop tops, and have a belly button piercing and a tattoo' - it combines to a stand out character portrait of not just Maria but of James, because THATS what he finds sexy and was a stark contrast to modest, sickly Mary. The new design literally just looks like a teacher or a manager now, what the hell is that supposed to tell me about either of their sexualities.

And no this isn't a case of 'tHe cEnSorINg' - this is just misunderstanding the themes. Maria wasn't needlessly sexy, objectified for the viewer; her sex appeal was referenced in the story, and was an important part of it, one of the MAJOR themes.

[russell-crowe]

house and wilson seeing each other for the first time in months in s08e02

[azul-marie]

— a touching of souls.

their kisses with you. fem. reader. suggestive. feat. bi-han, kuai, tomas, syzoth.

bi-han —

steady and sure, grabbing at your waist, wrapping a hand around your throat to keep you still as he indulges himself in your lips. although he is not the most affectionate man, bi-han has an exceptional fondness for kisses. perhaps it’s the breathless sounds you make, or the soft gasps in between his tongue — perhaps it is simply that he prefers you at his mercy, a pretty little thing caged beneath or within strong arms. typically at night, when the moon is high and all is silent, he allows himself to calm, to open before you and allow you to initiate. bi-han tends to lose himself in these moments all too easily, an annoyance at his expense. most times, without even trying, simple kisses from you lead to sleepless nights and sore bodies.

kuai liang —

ardent, unrestrained, grasping at hips and breasts and hair, unable to keep what little space remains between the two of you from heating up — figuratively, literally. his lin kuei ways may have taught him restraint, focus, but kuai’s hotheaded tendencies always get the best of him when it comes to you, only for you. his kisses trail like fire all across your body, his teeth leaving scorches in their wake, a tongue like that of flames licking at tender flesh until you melt like caramel in his hands. kuai is unrelentingly keen on smothering you with every bit of adoration he has; his lips alone are more than capable of proving it. you are a goddess worthy of worship, and he a devotee all too willing to bow down and serve, evermore shall his love burn for you.

tomas —

soft like daytime mist, cupping apples of cheeks, the tremble of fingers when his lips touch yours. he has little experience with romancing women, much less the gift of their kisses; you are his beginning, his end. it is precisely why tomas pecks, rather than lose himself to your lips, for a bashful nature keeps what eager will he has in check. his boyish charm only adds to the endearment, and often he finds you to be the one most content in initiating them. it’s a strange comfort, that you still pursue him despite his meeker approach to affection and love. assuring him that he is wanted sends his self-confidence soaring, and gradually does he ease into the idea of receiving and giving kisses on a more constant basis — privately, of course.

syzoth —

quick and light, flurries of kisses, all about your pretty face, your petalsoft lips, sometimes at those sensitive sweet spots across your décolletage if he’s feeling cheekier than usual. syzoth, fairly new to the concept of kissing with warm, wet mouths, tongue and teeth and all, hadn’t expected warm-blood affection to be so pleasant. he is cautious of physicality, having grown to live without its softer aspects for years prior to you, but kisses are easy, innocent enough to practice. you have made it this way for him, precious as you are. he kisses you hello, goodbye, as luck before either one of you leaves for calling duties, and simply when he feels like it, even if friends are around to witness and tease. he doesn’t mind them, as long as you don’t.