#I'll fix them later 😶

[hummingbird-games]

Five Things You Never Get Tired of Writing

Tagged by @crescencestudio your answers were GOLD!!! now I gotta string  some words together and hope they make sense lol 🤧

sibling relationships - I’m sorry, but as someone who is a sibling and grew UP with siblings, I can smell a fake interaction a mile away LOL. It’s always been a pet peeve of mine to read books or watch movies and it’s painfully obvious that the writer has no idea what a real sibling interaction looks like oh my goodness. So I’ve taken it upon myself to write good rep LOL and now it’s in everything I make.

teenagers! (the drama, the mundane, the absurd, all of it!!) - Teens can be terrifying, confusing, immature, a hassle, etc. etc. But I feel like on top of the general disrespect and neglect demonstrated, (American) society just doesn’t give a shit about its kids and not-quite-yet-adults?? And in many instances there’s this huge rush to for kids to grow up mature? It’s disgusting. YA as a genre is still ridiculed in a lot of spaces, there’s a serious decline in teen movies being made right now (though there’s a few that cropped up recently, that doesn’t account for how many more could be made), and I personally feel like there’s quite a few experiences I missed out on just for being a Black girl 🤷🏾‍♀️. I love this age group and writing about it because it’s a period of firsts: all the things and experiences that adults have already done or have no interest in revisiting are such a Big Deal for those 13-19 year olds in my opinion and it’s just fun. 

 high maintenance girlies aka “Why do you do the most???” 💅🏾 I actually read this more than I write it, but when I DO write it??? I feel so powerful lol. Maybe it’s cause most people in my real life see me one way, but 90% of the time I’m just harboring gremlin energy and I get a special vindication when I see women/girls/femme who are stubborn beyond belief, angry, or type A personalities. The problem is most people don’t like reading about these type of characters so most times I’m writing for myself aha...

dialogue (specifically conversations) - I love any kind of banter, I love goofy, random conversations, I love quoting cartoons and movies unironically, and I gobble that ish up when others do it!! I feel like you learn a lot of about characters through their dialogue, especially with what they don’t say sometimes. 

grief - So I was running out of things for the list and decided to pull out my old wips and completed stuff, and this was a common thing that came up???? Like a lot of writers, I have to put the words to paper to process what’s going on, and the thing about grief is that you can process it all you want, but a lot of times it doesn’t make sense?? And it’s treated as something to ‘get over’ when the reality it grief this natural thing. And it doesn’t even have to be the physical death of a loved one (though it’s a thing I write about) but it can be the death of a situation, the end of a non-romantic relationship, whatever. It’s painful but I find myself exploring it anyway. 

(tagging @tuffmallowinteractive @jaunefleurwrites @jelpiparade @robobarbie @lovebirdgames @velvetfoxgames @rieindiegames @twincovesgame but feel free to ignore!!)

[dawdlecentric]

Yeag...

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Something Wicked This Way Comes AU Skits:

A government agent: Would you like to join our team of highly trained and special indivi-

Reader: F*ck off

Government agent: I really think you'd like this program of ours-

Reader: I said f*ck off

Government agent: But you haven't even heard of what you'd get-

Reader: I'd get brainwashed and set on your personal enemies like a dog, believe me, we know the shtick, now f*ck off! I'm drinking my beer!

Reader: is nursing on a root beer

Government agent: knocks the drink out of Reader's hands

Reader: ...

Reader: You little f*ckin' @&>/ !!!! tackles them, biting and scratching, then kicks them out of the soda shop

Reader, answering why they haven't sought out their old "pals", Wolverine and Sabretooth: Well, would YOU try to seek out someone who you haven't had a decent conversation with since the early 1900s who then stabbed you in the guts after his brain got scrambled, or seek out the guy who got so fried in the noggin he tossed ya off a freakin' cliff after beating you to a bloody pulp? No? Well, that's what I thought!

The X-Teens: What the h*ll??!!😨😰

The Brotherhood: That's b*dass!!!🤩😍

The adults: Who did you say you were, again, Mx. Reader? 🧐🤨

Wolverine: I tore their guts out? Poor kid... Hmmm... something still isn't adding up...

Sabretooth: Eh, I toss a lot of people off a cliffs... and turn a lot of people into bloody pulp. Good on them for surviving! Except they seem too familiar to be just a random hit...

Reader: sweating bullets Um... I'm... leaving, right now! runs off, disappearing into the streets

Everyone: ... Okay, we need them as our new member-

Reader, seeing the X-Teens broke into their house and took something: Oh you little...

Reader: JAMES LOGAN CREED HOWLETT!!! GET YOUR F*CKIN *SS DOWN HERE TO FIX YOUR BRATS' MESS, OR SO HELP ME I WILL DRAG YOU BACK HERE BY YOUR F*CKIN' EAR!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!

Logan: Who the h*ll is screaming at 1:00am in the morning?!

Logan: spots his kids sneaking into the mansion carrying an old and stained box

Logan: Kids. What. Did. You. Do.

The X-Teens: ... Um... we, um... maybestolesomethingfromReader!! But we had to! They're not telling us something, and we think it's important!

Logan: Well, it looks like you're all returning it, unless you want to be in the Danger Room for the next five hours 😡

The X-Teens: Please, just a peek! 🥺

Logan: ... Ugh, fine, just one look. Then we're gettin' in the car and returning it, you hear me?

The X-Teens and Logan, looking into the box: 😶

The box: full of video tapes, recorders, old papers and journals, and different rocks and fossils and old heirloom jewelry

Logan: Okay, fine, you take one thing, something that would be hard to miss-

Kitty: Done! grabbed an old recorder

Logan: I'll hold onto that, since you kids got us into this mess

Later-

Logan, listening to one of the many recordings in shock: It's been nearly two centuries, but I still miss James and Victor, even if they were both quite brash at times... Boys, right? ... Ha... I think Jimmy is called "Logan" nowadays... I think I should leave him be; he seems happy with his friends, he doesn't need me anymore... I suppose Victor doesn't need me, either... I guess it's hard to miss someone that they can't remember... well, I think that perhaps this summer I'll be able to finally pass-

Logan: pauses the old recording

Logan: ... I need to find them, NOW-

[bobsburgersfan17]

Could you maybe make more season 1-2 Daryl bots? Ones that are like VERY realistic. I want mean Daryl. pslspslslslsl 😊😊😊 it would be very nice thank you.

early szn daryl >> later szns

did u have anything in mind like platonic, romantic, familial? i know i have a few familial early seasons daryl bots because i lowkey view him like a family member😶 but i also have platonic/romantic ones

i'm ngl i'm really, REALLY bad at pulling scenarios out of my ass, i usually get inspo from like a song or smth and i wasn't sure if you had anything in mind but i made two random ones

daryl snaps at hershel's daughter - that one is lowkey ass because i made it right before i fell asleep

you handcuffed merle - this is basically you handcuffed him to the roof instead of rick and daryl confronts you (rick is still in the group tho)

i rushed those so they might suck, i'll fix them up and also make more later. if u have any specific angst scenario you want then just request it💁‍♀️

[sailorwritesstuff]

Dolores

Félix x Pepa fluff

summary: how the two of them came up with the name Dolores.

(ngl If this flops I'm reposting it 😶 deadass.)

warnings: none. come cry with me.

'Clear skies. Clear skies, Pepa.'

She was staring in distress at the crib sitting in pieces on the floor in front of her. She took a deep breath her cheeks filling with air and held them there for a second before letting them out with the huff. Her face fixed into, as of late, her usual pout. Pepa Madrigal did NOT enjoy being pregnant.

Her back and breast seem to always be aching, she really needed to pee, and her baby made her Her so huge she couldn't stand up alone and she had only gotten 5 months in. To top it all off she'd been reading up on books on pregnancy and all that follows after, It amazed her how many women shared a story of their husband being distant or falling out of love after their first child. She wasn't one to want to talk about her feelings. Her gift made it pretty obvious how she felt at all times. So why talk about it? She was only working on the crib alone because she threw a tantrum at Félix at breakfast when he asked if she wanted more fruit in front of everyone. Félix was an extremely patient man and whenever she got like this He usually left her to calm down on her own. Only this time Pepa wished he hadn't. she began to cry softly, throwing her screwdriver in frustration. "Casita? is Félix still downstairs?" she huffed. Her face was red with emotions And suddenly she was very over stimmed with all her hair touching her face. She swiped vigorously at the tears flying from her eyes in time to see casitas' floor tiles shaking in a way that Pepa knew was a yes. "Will you get him for me? ...i can't get off the floor by myself." Her face was hot with embarrassment. Casita wouldn't judge her and she knew that but the administration was still flustered.

It didn't take long until she heard a knock on her door. "you can come in, Mi Amor." she picked at her fingers looking down

"I'm not going to throw anything at you again." she sighed. A cautious Felix stuck his head in the room

"Hola, Cariño. how are you feeling?" she turned to him with her big green eyes full of tears, face still warm and red and waved her arm towards her wall covered in a large yellow clock that changed with her mood. its tick tick ticking wasn't helping. "oh mi vida…" he comes to sit next to his pouting wife. the closer she got the more her lip trembled

"I'm sorry for yelling at you for being nice to me, and this crib is so complicated, and I really have to pee." she sobbed, throwing herself to cling to her husband.

"I know, honey. I've got you." his large hands affectionately smoothed down little flyaway hairs, something that seemed to always calm her down. "How about I help you up so you can go pee and I'll finish this while you sit with Julieta later."

"ok." she muttered into his shoulder.

"ok." Felix kissed her forehead, detangling himself from her arms so he could help her off the ground. A very pregnant Pepa waddled her way towards the bathroom leaving Félix alone in the large white room. He let out a exhausted sigh with a smile on his face as he crossed the room.

Félix didn't keep much stuff when he moved in his clothes and shoes of course but the one thing that he had moved in with him was his record player that sat on a small side table and it's large box of records. He fumbled through the covers of records old and new until he found the one he was looking for.

"Mm, this one." he smiled fondly at the record. He fiddled with his record player to get the song going. As soon as the first note hit It was as if the universe had intended it to be this way but his wife walked back in face still a bit blotchy and red but no longer crying.

"What are you doing?" She smiled at him as he mischievously approached.

"playing music. care to dance?" he asked. Her eyebrows shot up and She looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

"with these swollen ankles? No, thank you." she huffed, But still her husband's hand waited for her to grab it and she rolled her eyes affectionately as he began to sing at her.

"How I love the kisses of Dolores~"

"Oh no don't sing at me Mr." she laughed grabbing his hand.

"Aye-aye-aye Dolores." he continued a large grin on his face as he spun her.

"Not Marie or Emily or Doris~" he held her back to his chest, arms secure under her belly, swaying to two of them to the tune. Pepa relaxed into his hold listening to the two voices fill the room singing the last line of the verse with her husband

"Only my Dolores..."

The two danced, if you call it dancing, for three minutes, but to Pepa it felt like several blessful hours, just as the song came to an end she felt a rough sensation in her stomach. The two let out a gasp at the same time, Felix pulled his hand back to stare in disbelief.

"her first kick." Pepa stared at her stomach in disbelief, her eyes swelling with tears and a tiny rainbow appearing over her head. "Felix…" She grabbed her husband's hand to draw him out of his shock. "let's name her, Dolores."

"Dolores?" his eyes went wide.

"aye aye aye aye Dolores~" he spun her around with a laugh, planting a kiss on her lips as they both grinned. "Baby Dolores!"