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your friendly weekly reminder:

ratios don’t mean shit

no fic is too short or too long

you don’t have to do what your commentators want

some of the best fics get 0 comments

some fics get more kudos because they’re in a popular fandom/pairing at a popular time

people will enjoy your fic without commenting and that’s hard sometimes

keep writing ❤️

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♥ Asian Pacific Islander Appreciation Month 2023 ♥ ↳Day 4: Temuera Morrison as Boba Fett

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Howl’s Moving Castle - Fan art by Julia Tveritina

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i think the saddest part of pedro pascal going viral and becoming mainstream thirst is that yall are going to be absolutely intolerable if he ends up dating someone.

i remember exactly how terrible people were to tom holland’s girlfriend, trashing her on social media and talking mad shit. if that same thing happens to pedro, a grown ass man who has the right to privacy and to date who he wants to date, i am going to be blowing my top. internet thirst goes way too far sometimes and it i furiates me that some of yall think that kind of behavior is okay.

if he ends up finding someone to devote his time and love to, i would hope that yall would have the decency to LEAVE HIM/HER/THEM IN PEACE. this has been my psa, thank you for reading.

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too close

joel miller x f!reader

a/n: more porn, idk what to say lmao. i want him to be cold and rough and i want it to hurt, y’ know what i mean?? anyway, here’s a supremely pissed off joel — enjoy! x

word count: just under 3.1k

warnings: swearing, very brief violence/mention of weapons, a close call, clicker attack, joel being a hero and being annoyed af about it, angsty vibes, the king of emotional constipation, SMUT 18+ ONLY: brief hand job, being restrained by being held down, unprotected p in v, very rough sex with bit of pain, no orgasm for reader coz punishment, cum shot over da assss

He hadn’t spoken.

Nothing. Not a single damn word since it happened.

Your heart still thunders in your chest, pounding in your ears and threatening to break free from its bone cage. The adrenaline has long worn off, leaving you with a tremble in your hands you can’t quite seem to get under control.

The weight of it still lingers on your body. The inhuman high pitched roar of it still circles your mind on an endless loop. The overwhelming rush of fear had paralysed you, frozen you under its brute strength and your touch had been numb around your weapon. That should’ve been it for you—done. Dead. Torn to fucking shreds right there on the filthy, muddied floor.

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That’s not how the force works or what it is

the only limits of the force are my think tank🤭

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sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...

you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.

your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.

you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.

it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.

you watch your sister fade.

you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.

your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.

she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?

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I'm not sure I can express this sentiment strongly enough, but I'm going to try via the medium of large bolded text.

Write what the fuck you want.

Write what makes you happy. Write what makes your soul sing. Write what fucks you up and makes you cry. Write what comforts you. Write what distracts you. Write what you want to read. Write what you want to watch.

Write what you want to dream about tonight.

Write what you can't get enough of. Write what you're completely obsessed with. Write what wakes you up at 4am and drags you out of bed because you can't stop thinking about what your characters are going to do next.

Write what turns you on, if that's your vibe. Write characters you're in love with and characters who inspire you and characters you want to be friends with and characters you fucking hate but oh my god they're so much fun.

Write about things you would sell your soul to do in real life and things you would never do in real life. Write about things that are happening right now and things that happened a thousand years ago and things that might happen in the future and things you wish could happen.

Write to get a publishing deal or to sell your books yourself or not to sell your books at all. Write for your friends or for strangers or for the people who reblog your posts on Tumblr and send you songs that remind them of your characters.

Write for yourself.

Fuck any system that tells you there's only one right way to create or one valid way to share your writing. Your story, the way you tell it, has so much value. Make people smile or piss people off or do both of those things because art is divisive and fascinating and beautiful.

Start writing. Keep writing. And write what the fuck you want.

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im obsessed with stories that have a fixed ending before they even start. stories with narrators who are crying as they tell it because there is only one way this can end.

there is only one way this can go.

stories where the characters might know how it all ends and beg the audience to change it, knowing they can't. stories where the characters are unaware, but given the people they are and the situations they're in- well, what else are they supposed to do?

stories that are loops. that start with everyone dying and getting back up again to do it one more time.

because this time, maybe, it will be different.

the narrator cries.

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The Mooshroom via Minecraft

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‘No matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always, ALWAYS, want to be here with you.’

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Attempted to draw semi-realistic portraits of Clone Force 99 to get myself out of an art funk, and honestly it was fun. Tried to keep a balance between including some of Temuera's features while also keeping the individuality of their animated designs in mind, minus the whitewashing... Hope you like them 😅 I will draw Echo and Omega once I have time again!

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we need to end the Tom Holland Timothy chalamet saoirse Ronan Florence Pugh Anya Taylor joy complex

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genuine questions

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Loyalty, Honor and a Bleeding Heart (mainly Thorin x (fem) Reader)

Rated: mature (no smut yet)  

Word Count: 4kish  

Warnings: none yet save for mature language, grumpy dwarves, an irritated Bilbo?? idk lmk if I miss anything for this first chapter kjkrjewh

a/n: second chap yay!!!! enjoy!

“Curse you and your inane zeal for foolish crusades!” Bilbo cries. You bite your bottom lip hard enough that it leaves behind an indent in the soft flesh and the lingering taste of iron. 

It’s never a good thing when your relatives refer to you by the entirety of your name. It expresses every drop of wrath and malcontentedness that is somehow wedged between each letter and syllable within it—razor sharp and acidic. 

Last time you were chastised in this manner, Auntie Belladonna bellowed so loud you were certain the entirety of Bag End shuddered under her wrath. The neighbors certainly heard the woman, and were rightly surprised upon seeing you unscathed the next day and not swaddled in cloth and left to be buried six feet under. Quite frankly, it scared you shitless—still terrifies you even if she’s long dead. Even now you can still recall her demonic screeching ringing in your ears, berating you within an inch of your life for cutting a hank of hair from poor Prudence Bracegirdle’s head. 

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