#NonExclusive

[spearheadsofgod]

Spark Production Music Concept Design 1 https://spearheadsofgod.com/spark-production-music-concept-design-1/?feed_id=1189 Our latest production music release, "Spark," features a new cover design art concept that perfectly encapsulates its gritty, urban essence. The artwork reflects the raw energy and dynamism of the track, making it an ideal choice for films, TV, and media projects seeking a bold and edgy stock music option.

[lickorice]

oh please tag this with whats on your girl bedside table my bedside table is my huge inside windowsill and on it is my reading candle my diary my pd james my meds my waterbottle an empty drinking jar and my great grandpas ww1 knife in case someone comes thru the fire escape to eat me

[eggmansplatformboots]

theyre that couple that say goofy lovely dovey things like ‘marry me?’ before making important decisions as like their ‘i love you’ or whatever and then will fight to the nondeath over small inconsequential things eg sonic put shadows eyeliner in the wrong fucking cabinet!!

[sam-not-sammie]

Hot take: if people want closer communities and anarcho-socialist focused societies, we need to start actually treating people with kindness, patience, and respect. On top of that, we need to reprioritize community, education, and connecting with others, and quit the holier-than-thou mindsets. (This doesn’t mean that you need to take shit from bigots—fuck those guys)

Some of the worst people I have ever met claimed to be socialists and anarchists but when the time actually came to act on their (self) proclaimed “generous and understanding morals”, they hoarded wealth and resources, as well as abandoned people in need in favor of their own personal gain.

Don’t preach to me about building community if you’re actively refusing to engage in anything that doesn’t immediately benefit yourself.

[contrappostoes]

please share your sims lore

staring with big wet eyes 👁️_👁️ okayyy so matteo is my 7th generation legacy sim who I’ve been playing for like a year now and he’s had possibly the worst luck of any sim in this legacy it’s so bleak…literally he was blowing out the candles on his cake ALONE as everyone crowded around his mom dying on the porch. there was some kind of glitch and the grim reaper didn’t even show up so I couldn’t even beg to spare her life 😞 like as soon as the dead body glitched into an urn his dad curled up and died too 😭 THEN my sim’s ugly evil manipulative two-faced (now EX) fiance got a moodlet saying he wanted to break up with my poor grieving sim for like the 3rd time. which I had been ignoring, because my sim’s bad luck has mostly been in love - we’ve moved house/cities because of men 4 times now and I'm sick of it. plus we just beat back his drug problem but that's another story. and on top of it all my sim wants to go bisexual now

[beefbroganoff]

I almost didn’t dodge the “I don’t think hookups are for me and that means they shouldn’t be for anyone” bullet but thankfully I figured that one out

It really is easy to just accept that shit which will never affect you is not your business

[vegetalmotif]

i feel like im going to get hurt and my options are

a. enjoy the moment and accept the pain like stepping out into the cold without a jacket on and the only thing that makes it better is taking a deep breath and acknowledging the cold hurts but taking it in with each breath anyways

b. walk away with the understanding that if i can be this happy now then i can be this happy again but walking away would bring the hurt onto myself with only a sense of control to comfort me

c. believe that it will all work out the way i want it to and i won’t get hurt and maybe this is fear taking over the moment

[spearheadsofgod]

Portal Production Music Concept Design 3 https://spearheadsofgod.com/portal-production-music-concept-design-3/?feed_id=1125 Our new cover design art for the latest production music release titled "Portal" is a visual representation of the transformative power of music in films, TV, and media. Featuring a captivating design, the cover captures the essence of this stock music collection, designed to transport audiences to new dimensions of sound and emotion.

[appendingfic]

Someone: *reads the user license of a website for the first time* Someone: *makes an alarmist post about every phrase they don't understand*

[virgatowhipped]

Omg the rEaL James Maslow likes me

[thewhumpyprintingpress]

Call for Submissions: The Whumpboratory

Calling all whump writers! The Whumpy Printing Press is looking for stories for its third anthology, to be published in paperback and ebook formats in 2024.  

Theme: Lab whump. For this anthology, we’re looking for whumpy stories that involve a laboratory. Maybe your whumpee is a lab rat. Maybe they’re on the run from the ethically questionable organization that has been holding them prisoner. Maybe the whumpee has finally flipped the script on their whumper. As long as a lab is incorporated into the story in some way, it counts!

We take a broad view of whump- it can be physical or emotional. Your stories can be hurt no comfort or comfort no hurt, just as long as they touch on whump in some way.  

Word Count: Up to 17,500 words

For this anthology, we are looking for stories in the following categories:

Micro-fiction: 250 words or less

Flash fiction: 251-1,000 words

Short Story: 1,001-7,499 words

Novelette: 7,500-17,500 words 

Compensation: ebook contributor’s copy, one free paperback, and discounts on additional paperbacks

50% of proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to charity, with the remainder going to support future WPP projects.

Submissions Open: October 28, 2023 Submit Here!

Submissions Close: July 31, 2024

Expected Publication Date: October 2024

The Nitty-Gritty

Simultaneous submissions: Allowed, but let us know immediately if your story is accepted somewhere else.

Multiple Submissions: One per category. So for example, you can submit a short story and a micro fiction but you can’t submit two micro fictions. 

Reprints: Allowed, but please indicate where your story was originally published. This includes if your story was originally posted on AO3 or Tumblr!

Rights: If your story is accepted, we ask for nonexclusive, worldwide, English language publication rights for ebook and paperback. All copyright remains with the author. A simple contract will be provided.

Compensation: One ebook contributor’s copy, one free paperback, and discounts on additional paperbacks

Submissions are open to residents of any country.

You must be 18 or older to submit.

No explicit torture of children under the age of 13. 

No fanfiction, for legal reasons. No stories generated partly or in whole by artificial intelligence. 

Formatting: Please submit your story as a Microsoft word document with 12pt, Times New Roman font, double-spaced. Indicate scene breaks with ###.  

Edits: Stories will be lightly edited for spelling and grammar. The content of the story will not be changed, and all edits will be sent to you for approval.

[co-reborn]

Nayeon exclusively nonexclusive, aka a sloot

Who's in your mind that is also exclusively nonexclusive?

Also first fic of the year! Nice!!! 😊😊

Friskyyyyy

Those Nayeon gifs from that date is making my brain rot :dumjj:

Can't think of anyone else who's also exclusively nonexclusive.

In my mind, being exclusively nonexclusive is someone attached with multiple partners. Well, Conquered Odds OC is lol, but most of my other "worlds" don't really have such characters (yet?)

[popfizzles]

Learning how Bluesky works??? Its like Twitter but a lil to the left I think

I'm going to try to post some art there too (nonexclusive of course)!!

Follow me to have my stream of consciousness blasted directly into your brain :)

[grapejuicestyless]

Two People

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Summery: They still love each other, but they can not communicate it. Inspired by the song “Two People” by Gracie Abrams.

Conrad sat out on the beach, his hair blowing the way the wind took it. He wore that same red sweatshirt it seemed he always had on these days. Paired with that same lifeless black and white expression that graced his beautiful face.

A cigarette hung between his pointer and middle finger, daring to fall into the sand if he moved too suddenly. The ash already piling below him. The paper burning quickly, Conrad oblivious to it or, uncaring if he had known.

“I figured I might find you out here.” My words were soft, unsure of how he was feeling.

I used to know Conrad. Know how he was feeling based solely on his posture or the way he put effort into himself on certain days. If he breathed heavy or not, I could see right through him. Physically, I guess I still knew him. I always would. He would always be there, sitting in the sand at the summer home, distant in his mind but here none the less. Mentally, I knew nothing of him, it seemed. His interests all slipping away and his upsets unknown. Changing too quick for me to keep up.

“Here I am.” His words were just as quiet, floating off into the empty space surrounding us.

Turn around, why are you talking so slowly?

Speechless. Something that never happened between us. A conversation flowing easily between us. One that never had to be thought on as the other never took anything too seriously. Now it felt like everything was so much deeper. Like each word needed to be carefully crafted to even get a response from him.

“I see why you spend so much time down here, it’s beautiful.” The smile on my face was genuine, and heavy. The waves serving a reminder to all the time we spent down at Cousins together. My heart beating through my chest in hope that I could get something started again.

“I guess.” He shrugged, twisting the bud in his hand out in the sand. I guess that answered my question. He was always so observant so it was obvious, but he was never careless. Not until this summer.

My attempts dead on the very sand where we once laid playing around for hours. Tangled in each others limbs. Playing best friends while behind secure walls, we were so much more.

I was in love, not stupid. Even in my heartache I could see that I was not welcome here in the storm that Conrad was causing with his own actions. Sand fell as I stood. I wiped it off my skin as he had done to my attempts to try to relearn him. And left.

Why's it feel like you don't even know me?

How are you looking at me like a stranger?

I'm a radar for every deal breaker

It was the same internal fight each week. My brain finally convincing my heart that in his change of heart, it was time to erase the memories of our nonexclusive relationship. A messy summer love that was a mistake, obviously. Yet with each moving on, he was there to remind me of why it had begun in the first place.

Each date ending unsatisfactory. Each boy not able to deliver the same love that he had. Each kiss dull compared to the sparks that shocked me when his lips pressed against mine.

And each one ending in my hands pressed against my eyes, back hunched and knees bent in the stools near the island countertops. The lightest room in the dark. Each time he was there, idly passing through to grab something that could be added to the pile of mess in his once neat bedroom. Usually he was silent.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you keep trying.” Usually.

My head shot up, slower than it felt but the pounding inside of my skull from another wasted night made everything worse. If my face hadn’t fallen before, it had now.

“I don’t know Conrad, at least I’m trying.” It was meant to be a dig at his lack of presence in my life. I believe that he knew that, but I lacked all fight. Each bone in my body aching, a lingering tiredness never leaving.

“Maybe you should stop, it’s not doing you any good.”

“What, like you?” My voice on edge, my eyes shot daggers at him. He stood there, back against the counters, water bottle in hand. He shrugged. Not even trying to seem like he cared.

“You know, I loved you so hard for a time. I don’t know why I did, honestly.” Like a ghost, I had slipped from the scene almost as if I had never even been there. Like my words and my impulsive confession ceased to exist.

I've tried to ration it out all my life

We could go yellow to black overnight

I never wanted to fight her, never trying to hurt her. But I couldn’t be present in her life without bringing her down. It was my own fault for getting stuck in the head. My lack of enthusiasm was only mine to blame.

I believed by downplaying how crushed I was when the world crashed around me, I could avoid it. And in that, I pushed away the one good thing in my life, forced to watch as she searched for another to fill her heart after I’d so cruelly crushed it.

I take you for granted because you are mine. Something she no longer was. Mine. She would always be near, only just down the hall. But we weren’t what we once were. No longer together, only coexisting.

Don't know what to say

Two People can change

Don’t think we’re above

Might happen to us.

Isn’t it strange?

We’ll die anyway

Don’t think we’re above

Might happen to us, mm

Each day was worse than the next, a reminder of what was lost only feet away from me, his voice still ringing in my ears. Each shirt sentence he mumbled or sloppy action somehow resurfacing an old memory. Years of togetherness that once held me together only ripping me further apart.

How strange it was to be a stranger in your own story. Someone you couldn’t even recognize. A sour mood the only thing I felt, the only thing Conrad and I seemed to still have in common. The rest of our interests dying with his own will.

And it was all so…lonely.

Now to make sense of half of a decade

Feels like walking alone on the freeway

The quiet bedrooms, the neat couch cushions. The clean counters the still hammocks. Each suffering their own loneliness in my own. Each sharing their own memories of Conrad and I.

Of how he’d baked with me in the kitchen, throwing around the flour just to get a reaction out of me. White powder coating both of our shirts.

Of how we’d lay intertwined on the couch, his hand in mine and his heart beating in my ear. The movie unimportant as I had the most interesting thing right next to me. The most important thing.

How we’d spent each night in his room, playing cards and laughing as quietly as possible. Pillows thrown in faces and clothes scattering on the floor. Hands on my hips and skin touching skin. Feet buried in the comforter, lips pressed to mine, breath nonexistent in those moments we spent so close. Much closer than friends should be. The hammock getting our after, hairlines sweaty and faces red. Not because we were ashamed, but because it was so much more than we thought it could’ve been. His legs tangling over mine and his shirt covering my body. A routine that was so familiar it was still vivid in my mind.

His touch, his voice, how everything felt with him. Safe.

'Cause you know everything that could kill me

And you know, you know every inch of my body

Now it all felt so, fake. Something that seemed more of a distraction. His unwanted behaviors towards me hinting that in the end, he never truly cared for me. He never really wanted me. I could hold on, hoping for something that would never come but I refused to allow him to hold such power over me. Life would go on and I could move on.

I loved you so hard for a time

So why am I clawin' at you to survive?

She was all I saw, the only thing I ever wanted, needed. Her smile infectious and her voice like honey. So sweet and calming. My first love. Sometimes-no, all the time I swear she is the only girl I could ever love. The only person I could see myself with. My counterpart. My equal.

I missed her touches on my cheeks, cold hands from the pool water nice on my cheeks. She’s tell me I was cold hearted, I’d promise it was only for everyone else. How I would be warm for her, loving for her. Maybe I said it too quietly, she could’ve never heard the promise. Maybe that’s why it all ended so abruptly. My touches no longer feeling enough and my quiet body sitting by hers not nearly enough.

I had failed her, I saw it from the beginning. I wish I knew what to say, to make it all right, to convince her I still cared. How I hadn’t changed, just forgot how to show how I felt. But it was far too late, and I was sure she hated me by now.

Hate how we touched just to push things aside

When you take me for granted, I make it alright

When summer ended, it was just as quiet as it had began. Conrad’s presence distant and uncaring. His face blank and his body paler than last summer. Hair untamed and eyes red.

It was almost like someone had swapped the real Conrad for a fake, a twin that looked like him, but inside could never match the depth of him.

When I left that summer, it wasn’t drawn out like last time. It wasn’t us hiding underneath the bedsheets so Laurel and Belly would have to chase, Steven threatening to drive off without me. It was my feet cemented to the driveway, head tilted downward in each hug, not truly believing anything was real.

When Conrad and I met to say our goodbyes, it felt just as empty as our hellos, and I knew we wouldn’t be talking over the colder months.

Don't know what to say

Two people can change

Don't think we're above

Might happen to us

Oh, isn't it strange?

We'll die anyway

Don't think we're above

Might happen to us, mm

Mm, mm, mm, mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm

Seeing her so down that morning was something I had wished I never saw. The life drained from her skin, and it was all my doing. How lively she had been in June, eager to pick up where it left off, only to be treated like dirt. Something I regretted each day.

Still, I believed she was beautiful. Even in our empty goodbye, one that held no real meaning, I promised I would try to make up for the lost time. I would try to get her back each day. Until my calls were sent straight to voicemail and my texts left dry and unread. I would hold on until I had nothing left to give. So even if I lost her, I could say I tried.

Don't know what to say

Two people can change

Don't think we're above

Might happen to us

Isn't it strange?

We'll die anyway

Don't think we're above

Might happen to us, mm

[djkerr]

🎶Diane has a boyfriend... 🎶

So, I take it you have some information?

Yeah. I looked deeper into Mr. Overby, and I don't think he's a good candidate for partnership. Based on my investigation, he appears to be nonexclusive.

Nonexclusive?

In pursuit of other options. Openly in pursuit.

Are you sure?

Positive. The firm can do better.

Well, thank you, Kalinda, for your discretion in this matter.

TGW 01x05 Crash