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Summerween 🎃 - June 22

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This and cuddling until we smell like eachother.

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CYANIDE - HUDDY & PALAYE ROYALE Screamin' they hate me, I love it, call me crazy 'Cause in the end it's do or die So I'ma write my name in cyanide

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The First Thing You Learn in University Creative Writing Classes

I was very fortunate to major in Creative Writing when I went to college. It was a great experience, but I remember being so nervous when I walked into my first class as a freshman.

I'd been writing stories since elementary school, so I worried that this first class would teach me something wildly different than what I knew about writing. Maybe there was some secret formula to creating characters or mental exercises that immediately dissolved writer's block that you could only learn from a professor.

When my first class ended, I was shocked.

The first thing you learn in a university-level creative writing class?

Read more than you write.

It's that simple. I thought my professor had lost his mind, but the many others that followed always echoed the advice.

The advice then saved my ability to write when I was getting through each day during some of the hardest times of my life.

Pick up the good books. The great books. The terrible books that make you quit reading them because they're so bad.

They will all make your writing stronger.

You'll learn how to write fantastic characters, weave plot lines, and paint worlds with words. You'll also learn what you don't like in someone's writing so you can avoid it in your own.

Even during the periods when I wrote nothing at all, reading kept that love for writing alive in my heart.

It's the best way to reconnect with that passion if you've lost it and the greatest way to develop that skill.

Read more than you write.

Your storylines and characters will thank you later.

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hey does anyone wanna do the funniest thing ever

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

post/artist

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The cruelty of racist white men.

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

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Nazis will never be welcome in paganism. They have no space in our communities, we will have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to nazis. You have no right to the cultures, gods and religions you hijack to spread your disgusting ideologies. You will find no refuge or comraderie amongst pagans.

Reblog to let nazis know they’re not welcome here.

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Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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I’m noticing an increase in new fic writers on AO3 who…uh…mayy not know how to format their fics correctly..so here is a quick and VERY important tip

Using a random fic of mine as example..

The left example: ✅✅✅

The right example: ❌❌❌

Idk how many times I’ve read a good fic summary and been so excited to read before clicking on it and being met with an ugly wall of text. When I see a huge text brick with zero full line breaks my eyes blur and I just siiiigh bc either I click out immediately or I grin and bear it…it’s insufferable!

If a new character speaks, you need a line break. If you notice a paragraph is becoming too large, go ahead and make a line break and/or maybe reconfigure the paragraph to flow better. I’m not a pro writer or even a huge fic writer but…please…ty…

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write weird shit. Write indulgent au fanfiction and self insert fics. Write creepy horror scenes and random character crossover dialogue. Write in a different genre. Write that sex scene that you know won’t make the cut. Write about sentient furniture turning into werewolves that try to date your MC. Write whump or hero/villain fic. Write your kink. Write your worst nightmare. Write your delusions of power and fantasies of control. Write whatever the fuck you feel like. Write whatever comes to mind. You don’t have to share it with anyone (but you can). Your writing impulses don’t define your morality anymore than your reading preferences, and actually going outside your comfort zone will improve your writing skills (making a horrifying villain sympathetic requires good characterization). Even if it doesn’t improve your skills, that’s still something you created out of nothing. It’s still valuable. Don’t let purity culture kill your creativity. That’s how culture stagnates. That’s how writing stops being fun.

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Slutty Bunnies by: DallasFaye on AO3

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Summary:

Leith’s fans loved his Freaky Friday shows. It was quickly becoming his most popular stream. After a good Friday show, Leith usually ended up doubling his subscriber count. New followers could always watch, but if they wanted to participate, they’d have to join his fan base—and joining had a bit of a price tag. Though if Leith’s paycheck was any indicator, his fans believed being able to participate in Freaky Fridays was well worth the price of subscribing.

For one show a week, Leith’s fans were in control. They picked what they wanted to see him do and what they wanted him to wear while doing it. They picked what games he would play and what toys he would use...they sometimes even got to pick his playmates...

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Remington is a very successful 23 year old bisexual cam boy living in LA. Follow along on his journey of mindless self-indulgence in front of a webcam 

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Sneak Peak:

“So, let’s make it interesting, yeah? If Leith can make me come in 5 minutes or less, he gets to pick what size cock he takes. And if he can’t, then I get to pick. Spoiler alert—I think you all know which of these is calling to me.” Em lovingly stroked the largest cock; it was big and girthy and glossy black, just like her mask. Leith sat up on his knees, eager to begin.

“But before we get to that, I want you to humor me a little,” Em said softly. She leaned into Leith and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Let me see that sweet little tail of yours,” she purred.

Leith turned away from her on his knees and put his back towards the camera and lights. He pulled the waist of his shorts up higher in a way that he knew made his ass jiggle. He’d practiced that move in the mirror so much that it was second nature now. All the countless hours he spent doing squats and calisthenics was worth it.

His subscribers told him that he had the perfect femboy ass of their dreams…cake so sweet it could melt your teeth…

Their words, not his. He didn’t usually rhyme when describing his ass, though he was more than happy to tease them with it.

Princess Demon let out a low hum as she reached out to run her nails lightly down his back. Leith was gorgeous. Masculine but as pretty as any girl she’d ever hooked up with. He was tan, and his skin was soft and always smelled good, and if she were honest, she could admit that she was a little jealous of that ass. For being so toned and hard everywhere else, he had a phenomenally squeezable ass.

“Bend over for me, baby,” she murmured to him. Leith lowered himself into the fluffy pink comforter like it was the clouds of heaven, and he was right where he belonged. When he was centered and comfortable on his knees, she gave his cheek a sharp, playful smack.

He laughed quietly, and the sound made her want to hit him harder because of the bare edge of disrespect she heard. But there was time for that later.

Leith shifted so that his face was turned towards her and visible to the camera though he kept his ass up in the air where she wanted it.

“God, that fluffy little tail," Em groaned. She reached out and stroked him with the pad of her thumb over the fabric of his shorts, down the crack of his ass, starting beneath the bunny tail.

Leith let out a little moan and shifted his knees further apart as she continued to tease him. He brought one fluffy paw up to clutch his face and began to suck lightly on the end of his exposed little finger. He loved it when she played with him.

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Status: Complete

Word Count: 17,433

Fandom: Palaye Royale (rock band)

Genre: RPF Smut x Male/Female (Femboy / Dominatrix)

Rating: Explicit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57071062?view_full_work=true

🩷Reblogs appreciated🩷

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💥 The Finale 💥

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Love how he was able to portray so much anguish and emotion without saying anything

LONELY - PALAYE ROYALE so sick and tired of being alone

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A fun little ghost animation