#I would write this myself but i can’t write lol

[froggydrawz]

idea for the doai sitcom au

It’s kinda cringy but who gives a fuck

so, Veldigun go into hibernation, right? So what if during the "on the run" arc Clyde does everything it can to not hibernate because it needs to look out for cops and stuff, so it is tired all the time, which results in it being caught off-guard by some Lankmann foundation workers and captured?

what do y’all think about this?

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[mothmanzwife]

not to be horny on main but im surprised i haven’t seen any fics where the ghoul/cooper gets the deadpool treatment and has a huge dick because of the radiation ??

[rowanisawriter]

im now writing AUs so fuckin obscure that even finding a single snippet to share for a wip whenever without more than a paragraph of accompanying context is impossible…..

[burinazar]

:( patheticposting

nearly literally reduced to tears rn by how overwhelmingly it feels like nobody cares what I make or like or think about and how meaningless any of my creativity and love and effort is

[yioh]

i wanna find more books like little mushroom but whenever i google for recommendations similiar to it, google just gives me more danmei LIKE no the only thing most of these books have in common is they’re all gay and are chinese novels ….. i want post apocalyptic poetic storytelling with existentialism threaded through the pages giving me a slow aching feeling that i can’t forget about 😭😭😭

[pepprs]

and ithink that makes me. A bad person and/or bad at my job btw. like how can i so loudly refuse to learn and complain about learning and yet be an ambassador for / cocreator of a thriving denoceacynwhen learning is at the core of it. and when i literaly work in education and am a teacher or some shit. idk.

[candy-cryptid]

WHERE IS MY NATSUMIKAN STALKER AU?? WHERE’S STALKER!NATSUME??? WHERE IS HE??? I NEED HIM GRAAAAH

[catharusustulatus]

Movie ideas I have:

Magical realism romcom based on romantic Shakespeare quotes and moments called “By Any Other Name” where a young shy hot florist and a woman who is in mourning fall in love after she comes in looking to buy a bouquet to honor the death of a family member. They flirt using the language of flowers. He makes her arrangements. She coaxes him out of his shell. Filmed by The Daniels.

Irreverent father-son comedy called “Bobo” where the father, played by Will Ferrell, has a mid life crisis and ends up at clown college. He learns how to laugh again and leans into the comedic skills he has always had. His son, worried about him, also enrolls to keep an eye on him, and ends up falling for a teaching assistant his age, played by Gillian Jacobs. The father and son bond and perform together. Cue “juggling” metaphors/puns about managing family, change, and relationships.

Muppet version of The Sword in the Stone/The Once and Future King. Everyone is a muppet except for Arthur.

[flowersintheattic254]

People get turned off by desperation and repetition. It was 4 years ago.

Also D news blogs should note that if the parents aren’t protecting their child’s image then you probably don’t need to. Plenty of papped parents request their kids faces are covered and are obliged. They clearly haven’t made that request so popping a sticker on is closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. I mean it’s out there in the free press again with no concern expressed by the parents whatsoever but you want to cover it up for your tumblr followers???? Yeah right!!! I guess that means hits for the article though when people here check it out and the traction on SM matters.

[deus-ex-mona]

felt nostalgic, so take this pic that encompasses my entire school life lmao

[a-cat-with-a-knife]

A Sticky Situation (Spider-man OC)

Chapter 3

hello it’s me, the author, umm I was going to write chapter 4 but I realized I never post to chapter 3 so here it is?! I didn’t proofread it because I wrote this like a year ago and I can’t do that to myself. Enjoy!

The cold air of the dairy aisle breezed over Ari’s hand as she reached for a litter of milk. Grabbing it, the carton stuck to her hand as most things did as of late. Ari frowned and she shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. The milk fell into her basket with a tump. Laying awkwardly on top of her other groceries. 

Glancing down at her shopping list she made her way through the store with ease. It wasn’t very crowded as it was later in the evening. The sun had already set and the glimpse of the start were being to show. Only people around at this hour would be teenages and tired store workers. 

In the snack section was a group of girls around Ari’s age. They were dressed up and looked like they had just finished partying as they were laughed loudly and light on their feet. Stumbled around bumping into each other which would make them laugh even louder. 

Ari recognized them from being from her school. Only vaguely, she was sure she only shared a single class with the girls. Where they had never talked. 

She walked past them to the cash register. And they seemingly followed, standing right behind her, they’re lively conversation continuing. 

Her hand reached with her card to pay but at that same moment the card went flying out of her hand as she stumbled back, nearly falling onto the floor, by one of the girls. 

“Omg I’m so so sorry,” she said, waving her arms trying to reach for the card and the Ari___. Ari leaned over to pick over herself. Ignoring the girl. 

She stepped to the side making way for the girls to pay. 

Bagging up her items into her backpack, one of the girls speak up. “She said she was sorry, you didn’t need to be an ass about it,”

“Cachet,” the girl from before said mikely,” please just leave it alone,” she was tucking lightly the back of the dress of the girl, Cachet. But Cachet who was the same height as Ari but seemed to still loom over her continued. 

“You don’t need to ignore someone that’s trying to help you,” pointing her finger at Ari. Then the girl threw her arms in the air after Ari said nothing back. 

“This isn’t even worth our time,” she puffed. Quickly stumping out of the store. 

They all made their way outside, the girls walked off turned to glaring at Ari even now. The girl, Cachet, leading the front. 

While Ari walked over to a motorbike. It was a dirty yellow color, a bit scratched up but Ari sat on it with confidence. She put on her helmet, turning the keys in the ignition. 

The roar of the engine as it came to life turned into low buzzing. She smiled as her foot pressed on the gas. Zipping out of the grocery store parking lot. 

The coldness of the evening air breeze off of Ari. Making the hair on her arm stand. But she didn’t think much about it as she kept driving. Street lamps slowly start to turn on, one by one. 

She made a stop at a red light. She was stopped right next to a park. The trees were clover in shadow making it impossible to see past the outer layer. Her whole body seemed to tense as she started into the dark. 

So when the light turned green she hesitated. Still sat at the light. 

Intending to continue forward she drove on. Only then, as if a nail was going to throw her sulk, she yelled out in pain. Pressing the gas. Swerving into the park’s parking lot. She hit the break. 

Leaning into herself panting hard. She gripped onto the handlebars. Her body was shaking. The world was spinning around her and a loud ringing was scratching painfully in her head. 

Then it stopped. 

She let go. Her fingers tingled and heart was pounded. She slong herself off her bike. Stumbling over to a tree. Her breath was deep and shaky like she had just finished running a marathon. 

The slight ring in her head came back, now much lighter. She began walking. Unsure where her feet were taking her. She kept walking until she spotted a pair of two people. They looked like they were having an argument. 

Getting closer Ari could hear them saying. 

“I’m sorry but you can’t have my money,” The girl said. 

That voice… Ari’s eyes widened as she realized that the girl was the same one that had bummed into her at the store no less than a half an hour ago. 

“You don’t want things to get mess now do we, hand it over,” The man replied. He creeped closer. He was almost close enough to grab her. 

“Hey, you there,” She yelled coming up behind the two. The pair turned to face her. The man looked unhappy about the interpretation. He rolled his eyes. 

“Hello boy-scout, there’s nothing out of the ordinary happening here, so you keep walking,” he gave an unconvincing smile.  

“Let her go,” 

He said. “You know trying to play the hero isn’t smart kid,” grabbing the girl and she screamed. Trying to pull her arm away. 

Ari Reacted. Punching the man square in the jaw. He stumbled back in shock. The man reached into his coat pocket, pulling out something small and silver. 

“Holy shit he’s got a knife,” both girls yelled. The other girl screamed and Ari grabbed her hand. Running. 

Turning to check behind them they stopped running. They were safe. 

ReJustin her helmet,  Ari glanced at the girl. Her eyes were glossy as she looked down at Ari. A bit shaken up but alive. 

“Thank you,” she said, voice shaky. “I’m Blake,” She looks down as they’re still intertwined fingers. “And who might you be,”

Ari's frowned. She let go of the other girl's hand and Blake’s face fell. “I have to go,” 

“But what if I still need you,” She said. 

Ari shock her head. “You’ll such be safe, and if not, I’ll just come save you again,”

With that Ari took off into, leaving Blake lightly blushing. Wondering what just happened. 

[munamania]

kk i’m torn between am i ever gonna say anything like. fr to her. or just let this go. i don’t think i can let it go ik you don’t need to closure in every situation but like. i do this time. but im in no rush to have the feelings talk. actually i am it’d be nice to just get it out

[voiceshearingyouloud]

Being me is so annoying sometimes like I accidentally make a mistake related to my relationship (literally nothing bad at all, it’s an easy logistics related thing to fix) and yet because I care so much about my partner my brain sets off all the alarms because it’s so important to me not to mess this up.

[nightly-ruse]

I swear I’m working on art it’s just taking a long ass time bc I have A LOT OF SHIT to catch up on. Um also it’s another hypoparents things sorry

[nereidprinc3ss]

kiss it better

in which spencer notices your bruised knees and tries to make it up to you

18+ (fluff, allusions to past intimacy) warnings/tags: gn!reader i believe, reader has bruised knees lol, guess why, implied intimacy, hurt/comfort, sorta implied d/s dynamics maybe?? spencer is so smart and not very smart, but forever my no. 1 cutie pie a/n: why do i love writing about smut like before and after smut way more than i actually like writing smut LOL anyways here is this cause i haven't been posting very much!!! (also ik I said I don't like babe as a pet name but shhh) and GIF :D

“Hey,” you grunt as you flop on the bed in your pajamas, rumpling the neat covers. “Pay attention to me.”

Spencer holds his Sudoku off to the side and watches, eyebrows raised, as you scoot closer, tossing your leg over him. Soon he’s abandoning the book and pen on the bedside table in favor of hooking his fingers under your knee and stroking your leg, much to your delight. 

“Okay. What kind of attention would you like?”

You allow him to put his other arm around you and settle your cheek on his shoulder. 

“This is pretty good.”

“Oh, good,” he says with only a hint of teasing, leaning down slightly to kiss your lips and then the tip of your nose. 

When he pulls away you can’t help smiling up at him like a lovestruck idiot. Obviously he’s perfect all the time, but in his glasses, with his hair messy, wearing a navy crewneck instead of a button up and tie… he’s just… he’s just so…

He’s just so alarmed?

“Honey, your knee.”

“My knee?” Your own brows furrow and you track his eye line, craning your neck to look down to the blotchy sprawl of purple and red marring your skin. “Oh.”

The pillow is soft under your head where it falls, unconcerned even as Spencer gawps at you, baffled by your nonchalance. 

“What did you do?”

You snort. 

“What did you do, Spencer?”

It’s cute, the way his lips move as he silently repeats the sentence, trying to discern the meaning of your words. 

“What do you mean? I did something?”

“Babe.”

The knot between his brows has not loosened any—in fact you’re worried he’s going to give himself a headache. Or at least make himself dizzy, with the way his eyes cycle between your own. You try again, covering his anxious hand on the bend of your leg with your own. 

“When we got back from Penelope’s thing, the other night?”

Slowly the understanding seeps into his expression—soft guilt in his eyes, and a deep red stain in his cheeks. At least his face relaxes. 

“Oh.”

God, he’s so cute. He can’t hold eye contact, looking down once the shock of embarrassment has faded and swallowing, a little frown twisting his features once more. You reach up, brushing his cheek with a thumb and adjusting his glasses. 

“What’s wrong?”

The question comes out too smiley, but you can’t help it. 

“I hurt you,” he says, quietly, utterly ashamed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I kinda think you did,” you tease, and Spencer says your name with a serious edge. You try to quit grinning so much. “Baby, it’s fine. You didn’t hurt me. Don’t you ever get mysterious bruises?”

His eyes are wide and honest on yours when he meets them again. 

“No. My iron levels are optimal.”

Naturally. 

“Okay, well, lots of people do. Sometimes I get a bruise and I have no idea what it’s from because it never hurt. These,” you look down, gesturing to your knee, “never hurt. It’s just what happens when your knees hit the floor.”

“Well you shouldn’t have been on the floor,” he scolds, countering with a sweet touch on your cheek. “I’m never letting you touch the floor ever again.”

Your shit-eating grin is back and better than ever. “Oh, so you’re going to carry me everywhere we go?”

“If that’s what it takes. I don’t like seeing you bruised up.”

“It’s okay. I bruised myself doing something I love.”

At this Spencer rolls his eyes and kisses you once more before gently pushing your leg away and getting out of bed. 

“Where are you going?” You ask, all smugness gone and more concerned than you ought to be as he flicks the bathroom light on. For a moment you receive no answer, but then he reappears bearing a white tube. 

“Give me your legs,” he says, sitting next to you on the bed. You swing your legs over his lap and watch on in mild interest as he dispenses lotion from the bottle and tosses it aside, carefully rubbing it into the bruised skin. Every few seconds he glances up to gauge your reaction, and though it’s definitely tender, you avoid wincing. “You don’t have to do that. I can tell it hurts.”

You laugh. 

“Yeah, well, it didn’t until you started trying to fix it.” The ointment is pungent and you make a face. “What are you rubbing all over me?”

“This is vitamin K and Arnica. It will make the bruises go away faster.”

“Aw. You don’t think they’re pretty on me?”

He sets the bottle on the nightstand and retrieves the pen he’d been doing Sudoku with earlier, uncapping it. Your heart swells as he draws tiny sad faces by the bruises on your knees, glasses slipping down his nose as he focuses intently. 

“I always think you’re pretty. I just never want you to be hurt, ever.”

“Are you done taking care of me now?” You ask, reaching out for him. The pen joins the bottle and suddenly he has no concern for your bodily health, practically crushing you with a hug. When he speaks it’s muffled by your shoulder. 

“Never.”

You hum, nose tickled in his hair and forming a dastardly plan. 

“You could kiss them better.”

Spencer laughs and presses his lips briefly to your neck. 

“I might just do that.”