#Neighborhood Blues

[sendryl]

For the fic writer meme 9 and 10!

9. The hardest fic to write overall and right now is There's Never Been a Moment You've Been Forgotten. I love this fic, I have it outlined and I have plenty of future scenes written, but! People keep asking me to update. And that stabs right into the part of my brain that is adhd (hates doing assigned tasks) and is also defiant af (hates doing literally anything it is told to do). So like. Yeah that one is so difficult to write right now because my motivation is shot to pieces. Which sucks, because I'd really like to update it too! But it's not healthy for me to write it atm because my brain starts spiraling like crazy and then the Bad Thoughts come. :/

Lol sorry Malakia! None of this ire is aimed at you, friend. You were probably not exactly asking in order to invite therapy hour... Whoops. XD Yeah, I just got a message like a day ago, from a reader, asking me to please either update or tell people the fic is abandoned so I'm uh. A little salty about it rn. XD They weren't awful about it or anything, but yeah. My defiant brain is kinda frothing at the mouth angry rn.

ANYWAY MOVING ON!

An Undertale (my current fandom of choice) difficult fic to write is probably Puzzle Runner. I'm honestly really worried I won't be able to write Papyrus well enough as a romantic lead! Like, he's so enthusiastic and charming and such a breath of fresh air, and that's not what my soul is like at all?? So I'm worried I'll portray him wrong and then be disappointed in myself.

Oh man. I should not answer these at 4 am, all of this is becoming Therapy Hour. Ahhh whoops??? 😅😅😅

10. The easiest fic to write is probably any of my soulmate fics? I just. There's something about that trope that is so comforting and freeing for me. Oooh or any song fics. I love music, so including music in the fic or basing the fic on the story and flow of a song is so fun to do! I just gotta remember that I'm writing the fic for me and not for the people who hate song fics. XD

A specific Naruto fic would be Sex and Coffee, which is not a soulmate fic but is the fic that fills me with the most pride. I woke up at 2 am, rolled over and wrote it on my phone in one continuous stream over the course of two hours. I read back over it to edit for maybe ten minutes and then posted it immediately and went back to sleep right after. Seriously, if I didn't know better I'd think I'd gotten possessed. Easiest fic I've ever written, hands down. XD I love that fic to pieces. So I guess this one is the real answer. But I'm not gonna edit the earlier bit, lol.

A specific Undertale fic would actually be Neighborhood Blues. I also wrote that first chapter in a bit of a blur. XD I guess the easiest fics to write are the ones that spring fully-formed from my mind like Pegasus from Medusa.

Anyway, I just had a thought about Neighborhood Blues XD XD XD XD XD

Gotta go write it down before it escapes.

[omokel]

aled and daniel (the crowd goes wild)

[sizextramedium]

The Wary Stowaway She does what needs to be done, but god, does she have to?

[clture]

[aerowolf]

wild Kratts the audhd show of my childhood. i love you they can never take you away from me. octonauts. blue's clues. Daniel tiger. Clifford. Umizoomi. Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. Super Why. Word World. Curious George. Original Carmen Sandiego. Original Magic School Bus. Strawberry Shortcake. Lego Friends. You are special to me please know. They could never take you. I love you i love you

[saetoshi]

“you make me sick.”

those were the words that had marked the end of your first (and only) conversation with itoshi sae.

it was supposed to mean you’d never have to see him again aside from the fleeting moments you’d bump into each other in the hallway. (you were grateful for it too. it meant not having to deal with the ungrateful jerk for longer than necessary.)

or so you’d thought. until you found him standing outside your door, scowling.

you glare at him, “why’re you here?”

“why’d you take so long to open the door?” he crosses his arms.

“i was doing this wonderful thing called sleeping,” you huff, “it’d do you well, jackass.”

he clicks his tongue in annoyance, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. you lean against your doorframe, crossing your arms.

your brows furrow. “why are you here?”

“i got locked out of my apartment.”

you bite back the smile that threatens to bloom in your lips. you cough in a poor attempt to hide your amusement, “so?”

“so,” sae’s frown deepens. “i need someplace to stay the night.”

disgust flashes through your face. “can’t you call security to open the door for you?”

“they can’t do anything until it’s morning.”

“that’s not my problem,” you tsk, “just ask someone else if you can crash at their place.”

he looks away from you, seemingly embarrassed, as a soft flush spreads through his face. “you’re the only person i know in the whole building.”

you gape. he tugs at the strings in his hoodie.

(how embarrassing. and awkward. for him, of course, he just unknowingly gave you some excellent blackmail material.)

“are you gonna let me in?”

the way he says it tugs at your heartstrings. he reminds you of a lost puppy, in a way. (an ugly, rude puppy. nevertheless, it makes you feel a bit of pity for him.)

you rub your temples and sigh, “do not make me regret it.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” there’s a twinkle in his eyes when he says that. it worries you. it’s enough to consider kicking him out before he even sets foot inside your apartment.

but that would mean you’re just as mean as he is. and you find the idea of sharing something in common with him to be sickening.

you sigh, opening the door to you apartment.

“this is your place?”

you don’t even have to turn around to see the judgmental look on his face. (you regret letting him in already.)

you take a deep breath, “is there a problem with it?”

“not at all.” he sounds condescending. it makes you wonder what kind of stick is up his ass. you hope he gets rid of it soon. you also hope to get rid of him too.

“i don’t have any extra rooms,” you turn around to look at him, “so you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

he lets out a displeased scoff. “the couch?”

“yeah,” you frown, “why?”

“i’m an athlete.” he glares at the couch, “i can’t sleep in that.”

“what, it’s gonna break your back or something?”

“i’ve got practice tomorrow morning.”

“well,” you purse your lips, “next time you leave your apartment don’t forget your keys.”

he glares at you, “i’m not sleeping in that couch.”

you glare back, “neither am i.”

the next couple of minutes are a blur. you don’t know what happened. and, as you stare at the ceiling, you’re not sure you want to know how you ended up sharing a bed with sae. (at least you had the sense to insist on dividing the bed with pillows.)

you softly curse when you feel him shift on the other side, pulling the blanket off of you.

you frown as you harshly pull the blanket back on your side. you groan in exasperation when he yanks it off again. “do you mind?”

“‘m cold.” he mutters.

“and you think i’m not?” you snap at him.

he groans. you pull the blanket back. he pulls it enough for both of you to be covered by it.

“don’t even think about getting rid of the pillows,” you mumble.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” his voice is laced with drowsiness.

“g’night,” you yawn. he grunts back in response. you drift off to sleep, hoping he’ll be gone by the time you wake up.

you were half-right. his alarm woke you up. still, you fell asleep again as he was getting out of bed.

though, you have to admit, it was a nice surprise waking up to find pancakes (and post-it with a poorly scribbled ‘thanks’) by your bedside table. (even if they were burnt.)

you decide that maybe (just maybe) you’ll have to return the favor someday and make him a decent meal. (you’d hate for your neighbor to poison himself with his lack of cooking skills before getting to know him.) 

[literaryspinster]

“Queer people deserve badly written corny garbage too!”

Or how about RWRB and Heartstopper aren’t badly written garbage (although they may very well be corny, corny isn’t always bad). How about they’re actually more like cute, sweet, escapist fluff? Which queer people indeed deserve.

[glucvito]

[thisisrealy2kok]

[Angel Neighborhood👼] Aqua Dark Mode Setup - Aqua short pants

[xi0may]

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[sagent-of-chaos]

the shadows are bending

[adam-trademark]

November Snowfall

(November 12, 2019)

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

WIP Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Hey, it's Wednesday again. It's a short work week for us in the States and time is irrelevant this week. That said, I may or may not have obsessed over a certain English dude in Monaco for the GP over the weekend, and my hand may or may not have slipped and opened a new doc. Oops? But also, if it's not your thing please scroll on by. I won't be offended.

Thanks for the tags today @stellarmeadow @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @kiwiana-writes and @getmehighonmagic.

Have a bit of new to the neighborhood Alex thirsting over Divorced Dad Henry:

Alex manages to cram enough work into his morning that he can plan for a relatively low key afternoon. When he gets to the pool, he's pleased to see Hot Dad is there. Alex finds his favorite lounge chair and spreads his towel out on it, and makes a show of stripping off his shirt and letting it fall to the ground. He straddles the lounge chair watching Hot Dad take a Nerf football to the shoulder. Alex files away the thought of having those broad shoulders covering his own for later, but grins anyway, satisfied enough that Hot Dad's attention was apparently elsewhere. "Dad, you didn't even try!" his son whines.  Hot Dad clears his throat. "I wasn't ready for you to throw it." Alex is going to unpack all of this later, but for now he rubs sunscreen into his skin and settles back in the lounge chair to soak in the midday sun. Hot Dad throws the football with his son a few times before the little boy moves on to a cycle of getting out of the pool, running around to the side, and jumping back into the water, buoyed by the inflatable floaties on his arms. Hot Dad moves on to pushing his daughter around in a clear, purple inflatable tube with a mermaid tail for decoration.  Alex absolutely does not file away for later the way Hot Dad's muscles flex and contract under his skin with every move he makes. He also doesn't have a complete crisis when Hot Dad plants his hands on the edge of the pool and hauls himself out of the water to sit on that same edge, thick thighs on full display, and Christ, Alex wants them wrapped around his hips.

My tag is open as always and I would love to read your words if you want to play but haven't been tagged yet.

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[yourneighborhoodbibliophile]

Ronan & Adam: A case study in love & religion

Call Down the Hawk, Maggie Stiefvater // Greywaren, Maggie Stiefvater // Maggie Stiefvater // The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater // Maggie Stiefvater // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Church, Chase Atlantic // Church, Fall Out Boy // Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Maggie Stiefvater // Young God, Halsey // Coming Down, Halsey // Alexandre Haefeli // Unknown // Heaven, Troye Sivan // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Memento Interlude, Dinos and Charlotte Cardin // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Heaven in Hiding, Halsey

[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

March 16th, 2024

[chansondereste]