#Weekend Writer

[daniellethamasa]

Mid Year Book Freakout Tag (2023 Edition)

It's been a while since I've done a blog book tag, so let's go ahead and do that today...even better since it's the Mid Year Book Freakout Tag. Check it out as I talk about the highs and lows of my reading so far this year!

[notthatdom]

Forget about fancy dates, i wanna flirt with you in kitchen while cooking for you

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 THEY WERE JUST TEENAGERS — AND THEY SAVED YOUR SORRY PLANET (A Blacksite Eulogy for the Original Mighty Morphin Power Rangers)

While you were crying over your overpriced Panera sandwich, while your parents were arguing about grass-fed artisanal pork, there were teenagers out there throwing hands with cosmic death witches.

Not grown men. Not Marines. Not government agents.

Teenagers. With SAT prep books in one hand and power coins in the other.

And they didn’t ask for permission. They didn’t file complaints. They didn’t demand safe spaces.

They got summoned to an interdimensional command center — and signed up for war in f*cking color-coded armor.

🛑 NO ONE GIVES THEM ENOUGH RESPECT

They weren’t trained assassins. They weren’t getting hazard pay. Half of them probably still had algebra homework they weren’t going to finish.

And yet —

While you and your emotional support latte were arguing about pronouns, they were out there spin-kicking mud zombies in the throat.

No Kevlar. No congressional backup. No antidepressants.

Just teenage testosterone, spandex, and enough inner rage to crater a moon.

💀 THE ENEMY ROSTER:

Rita Repulsa: Cosmic Witch Aunt with evil goals, a questionable skincare routine, and a vocal fry that could sterilize a goat.

Goldar: A winged ape covered in gold armor who sounded like he gargled motor oil every morning. (Respect. Goldar was a beast.)

Putties (or "Puddies" — who gives a shit): Literal clay zombies who showed up to every fight like crash test dummies with ADHD.

And how did the Rangers treat them?

Like discount punching bags.

Spin kicks. Flying knees. Dropkicks to the throat. They didn’t even need a full morph sometimes — just boots and bad attitudes.

🧠 YOU THINK YOUR FINAL EXAMS WERE HARD?

Try being 16 years old and having:

Zords to pilot

Death beams to dodge

Homework still due by Monday

And if you failed?

You didn’t just get a bad grade. You got vaporized by a space tyrant.

���️ NO COMMITTEE HEARINGS. NO PITY PARTIES.

They didn’t sue Rita. They didn’t file grievance reports with Zordon.

They threw hands. They flipped over concrete. They somersaulted over explosions that would liquefy most Instagram influencers.

They woke up, morphed up, and chose violence.

And they did it without adult supervision.

Because guess what? The adults weren’t going to save sh*t.

🧠 TL;DR

They didn’t have backup.

They didn’t get applause.

They didn’t have TikTok therapists dissecting their trauma.

They had helmets, flips, and fists.

You owe your 90s childhood to five high schoolers who said yes to the ugliest job offer in galactic history — and threw hands until the cosmos learned their names.

💣 CALL TO ACTION:

🔁 Reblog if you know the Rangers deserved hazard pay and a pension by 18 🦖 Save this if you ever wanted to Falcon-punch a Putty like it owed you lunch money 🛡️ Send it to the friend who still does roundhouse kicks when no one’s looking 🔥 Bookmark it if you know Zordon’s draft was the last time teenagers were built properly

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER:

This post is Blacksite Literature™, mythological reconstruction, nostalgic rage therapy, and 90s child soldier appreciation protected under literary satire and cosmic battle doctrine.

If you’re offended: Go put on your training wheels and cry about it. The Rangers were out fighting moon demons while you were still asking your mom if you could watch PG-13 movies.

🛡️ BLACKSITE LOYALTY DRILL™

🛐 BLACKSITE CHALLENGE: “WOULD YOU HAVE MORPHED?”

Ask yourself:

When Zordon called, when Rita dropped monsters on your city, when your best defense was a dinosaur robot and a helmet:

Would you have fought? Or would you have begged for safe zones and vegan concessions?

🔥 Reblog if you know you would’ve thrown a backflip into the void ⚡ Save if you would’ve swung fists before filing complaints 📡 DM it to someone who forgot teenagers used to be dangerous

🛐

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

running circles ‘round each other

a valentines weekend event fic!

wally west x reader: you and the cutest (and fastest) guy on your track team get trapped in the supply shed together.. and trouble ensues.

content level: 18+. NSFW.

“west! get over here!” wally west heads in the coach’s direction, apologizing as he brushes past someone on your team. practice is over, and you’re gulping down your water before you change into your slides. you watch as coach talks to him, pointing towards the equipment on the track and then the storage shed. wally starts off, and coach yells after him:

“and bring a friend!”

coach has to leave early, is what you’re told, and he trusts wally with the shed key..apparently. you’re not sure why you’re the one that wally chooses to help. the two of you have been on the same track team, at the same college for almost three years, and yet? never really talked. well, okay. you talked sometimes. but still. not like you’d call him a friend or anything. that was fine by you. he seemed a little too overconfident for your liking. 

“coach must think i’m so weak, like i can’t carry these by myself.” he sighs, putting on a face as you look up.  you let out a snort, and his eyes light up when he realized he got you to laugh. the padded mats slap together as you drop the one you’re carrying, and you brush your hands off. you eye his biceps. for a runner, his upper body is equally as impressive as the blur he calls legs. 

“it’s probably good for you, anyways.” you say, giving him a look. wally straightens, looking mock offended. 

“what, you don’t like how fast i am?” his lips stretch into a grin, and you can’t help but wonder how you haven’t noticed that dimple before. 

“maybe if you weren’t so full of yourself.” it falls out of your mouth before you can catch it, but you cross your arms, acting like you meant it. (even if your heart rate did just kick up) 

“you wish you were full of me!” wally shoots back, then putting his hands up when he realizes what he said. “that..did not come out right.” 

your cheeks feel so hot, because of course now you’re thinking about it. wally notices, and the look on his face makes you just want to keel over and die. 

“what? did you like that, or something?” he says, his voice low. 

“i—what? shut up, wally. i did not—,” you sigh, sitting down on the stack of folded mats you’d been putting away. 

“you don’t like that i have a fast mouth too, huh?” he says, stepping closer. freckled constellations paint his arms and legs, his facial features only enhanced by the ones dancing across his cheekbones, over the bridge of his nose. 

“god, didn’t anyone ever tell you you talk too much?” you lean back on your hands, hoping he’ll leave it alone. you’re not sure what he’s going to find if he keeps prodding like this.

“i could say the same to you.” the mat squishes as he sits next to you, the smell of his deodorant mixed with a deep musk underneath—you’re unable to place it— that goes right into that warm place between your thighs. oh, lord. “but you see,” he continues, “i actually don’t get to talk that much because i’m too busy being the fastest one on the team.” his legs spread as he gets comfortable, his already short shorts riding up his toned thighs. you wonder where else he has freckles. 

you pointedly roll your eyes, and you swear his smile gets wider. “you’re so pretty when you’re pissed off at me.” 

you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now. there’s no way that your ears are relaying the correct information to your brain. just no way. you just shake your head at him, and he chuckles under his breath before continuing. 

“..i want to let you in on a secret, if you’re down.” he leans in, the warmth of his presence suddenly very obvious to you, his shock of red hair hanging into his eyes. you nod slowly, one eyebrow raised. 

“there’s something i’m even faster at.” he whispers, actually whispers, to you. it feels like you’re the only two people in the world, no, like you’re in a different universe entirely: one containing just you and wally. you roll your eyes again, huffing out a sigh.

“sure, wally.” you say, leaning back onto your elbows. 

“my fastest track record isn’t the 400 meter dash,” he starts, and against your better judgment, you’re hanging onto every word. “it’s that i’m able to make anyone come in two minutes or under.” 

at your shock from registering the sentence that just came out of his mouth, he grins, unphased.

“guaranteed or your money back.” 

“..right.” you close your mouth, which had been hanging open. “i don’t believe you.” 

he gasps, a hand on his chest. you giggle despite yourself, and the tension pops like a bubble. 

wally latches onto that, lips curling. “you wanna let me prove you wrong?” his words are teasing, but his face is serious, so serious, and you know if you refused he’d never speak of it again. he’s half joking anyways, barely expecting it when you say, “bet.”

“this okay?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you nod, staring deep into his green eyes. they close as he leans in, and you follow, your hands instinctively going to the back of the neck. a soft moan slips from his mouth as you tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, and you pull him closer, darting your tongue across his bottom lip. his lips are so soft, so warm, and it’s really not long at all before you feel slick between your legs, the area burning hot. 

“wally,” you plead, annoyed at how pathetic you sound. you don’t even know if what he said was true yet, and you don’t even care. you just need something, anything. he rolls you onto your back, pausing to adjust himself. the need for him burns brighter, the pulse between your legs almost unbearable. 

“all good?” he says, leaning back. 

“mm-hmm,” you reply, nodding firmly. and it’s like you blink and your track shorts and underwear are pooled around your ankles. 

wally hums appreciatively, and your face burns, you feel so exposed. 

“pretty, just like the rest of you.” 

he takes to your mouth again, giving you a second to relax before his hand starts tracing circles up your thigh. you shiver, tugging at his shirt, and he’s losing self-control by the minute. he sets your watch, showing you the timer.

“start the clock.” he growls into your ear, and you shiver, your legs falling farther apart without you even telling them to. you press the button on the side: 1:59,1:58.. 

he swipes his thumb across your clit, watching you jerk at the sensation. gathering your moisture with his middle and ring fingers, he slides them through your folds, slowly pushing them into you. his thumb starts circling your clit, changing the rhythm as he gauges your reaction. his fingers are fully inside of you, and he starts curling them, matching rhythm with his thumb. the pace speeds up, and you know he wasn’t lying. his fingers feel so fast, like something you’d want to hide in your nightstand drawer to pull out on a lonely night. 

“you can’t even deny, it, i can feel how much you like this, baby.” wally rasps into your ear, sending heat into your belly. your pussy clenches around his fingers inside of you, his pace unrelenting as his thumb works at your clit. you hold your breath, feeling it starting. 

the tension builds, builds, builds—

and then it snaps, and you’re done for. you moan into his shoulder, clutching at his shirt. wally wishes it was off, that he could feel your nails scraping into his back. it feels like your orgasm is never going to end, the way it’s hitting your body over and over again. your toes curl in your sneakers as he keeps up his pace. you can’t even control the noises you’re making, and you just don’t care. somewhere in all of it you can hear your watch beeping, and wally chuckles knowingly. pleasure racks your body, your spine pulled taut as you come around wally’s fingers. he slows, and you sigh happily as he kisses you tenderly on the cheek. 

“best bet you’ve ever made, huh?

he sticks his wet digits into his mouth, a smile forming on his lips as he closes his eyes like he’s savoring something. he helps you pull your shorts back up, and smoothes the back of your hair down, winking. “lookin’ good,” he starts, readjusting himself in his shorts again. so nonchalant, but his body’s talking just as much as yours was.“we should do this more often.”

“yeah, whatever, can it just not be in the equipment shed next time?” 

“so what i’m hearing is you’re not saying no.” he replies, a glint in his eye. “what you will be hearing is ‘shut up, wally’” you say, whipping around to look at him. 

he sighs dreamily. “like music to my ears.”

the two of you make sure the rest of the equipment is put away, your coach and team long gone by now. you’re back in the shed, sliding a hurdle into place with a clack as wally walks up with another one,  setting it next to yours. 

“good thing we didn’t put money on it, huh?” his shit-eating grin sends your hand flying at his arm, and he reacts like you broke it. “shit, dude! you can pack a punch!” 

“oh, whatever, wally. you’re doing that thing again.” he turns to look at you, his head tilting to the side like he’s confused. “where you talk too damn much.” 

he barks out a laugh, putting an arm around your waist. 

“i think you’re scared to admit you like it,” he says, his voice low as he leans over you, his lips dangerously close to yours. have you stopped breathing? he gauges your reaction, instead giving you a quick peck on the cheek before he walks off, chuckling to himself. you follow him, mumbling about how he’s a tease and a jerk. he hits the lights, letting you out before he shuts the door behind him, locking it. 

“but seriously,” he continues, swinging the key on its lanyard. “i might need a cast.” 

“we forgot to do our cool-down stretches.” you bump your shoulder with his as you walk out of the stadium, feeling oddly lighter. laughing, he turns to look at you, but there’s an intensity in his eyes. he opens his mouth to ask you:

“okay.. fuck, marry, kill: superman, batman, wonder woman. go!” 

post divider courtesy of: @enchanthings-a

[bl-mitchum]

Against my will, I unfortunately fell asleep at 7pm last night. On the bright side, it’s 8am on a Saturday, I have no plans, and I have a lot of writing and reading I’d like to do.

[woolying]

COUNTDOWN TO LAST TETRO PINK FRIDAY!!

yanagi and watari!!!! i will miss u both dearly kisses them on the forehead

gonna try to doodle the students everyday until then (i havent planned for this at all... i only came up with this idea this morning... hopefully i last until then)

[manincaffeine]

wish I could have you sleeping in my arms. Hear your breathe. Feel your heartbeat. Have you kissing me. need you - falling asleep in my arms Until then, only my dreams can provide such happiness.

[blonndiec]

The Laws of Destiny series by blonndiec

After centuries of observation, scientists and sociologists have confirmed the existence of The Circumfixion Law—affectionately dubbed Murphy's Law of Destiny, ensures that for 24 hours everything leading up to that fated moment either goes spectacularly right… or hilariously, tragically wrong. Combined with the The Quantum Entanglement Theory, it has been proved that soulmates are “entangled” long before they meet, their lives marked by uncanny synchronicities: aligned events, shared dreams and unexplained occurrences toward the inevitable. For Viktor Nikiforov, a 27-year-old figure skating legend at the peak of his career but lonely, and Katsuki Yuuri, a 23-year-old EMT and ballet dancer who believes his dreams have slipped away, destiny has been pulling its strings behind the scenes. Their entangled lives are set to collide at the World Championship Gala in Yoyogi, Japan. Because when destiny decides to meddle, even the most ordinary days turn extraordinary.

⚡Murphy's Law(Of Destiny)

READ HERE / / / / / / / / /

(Of Destiny)In Your Eyes⚡

READ HERE

[livwritessometimes]

Starboy - Lando Norris

: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

: Y/N and Lando celebrate his first win

: author’s note: I just couldn’t help myself! I had to write about Lando’s win 🏆 enjoy <3

: Masterlist

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Yourname added to their story!

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| User48 replied to your story

-> omggg yesss need a lando P1 🏆

*liked by Yourname*

landonorris added to their story!

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| Yourname replied to your story

-> 🧡

*liked by landonorris*

Yourname added to their story!

(No body talk to me right now! I feel like my heart will fall out of my ass)

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| User02 replied to your story

-> YESS LANDOOO IF HE WINS ILL SHAVE MY HEAD 🪒👩🏻‍🦲

Yourname: girl wha- 😭😭 understandable ✊🏻

Yourname added to their story!

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| User50 replied to your story

-> I’m gonna name my future child Lando Miami! Now I just need to get pregnant

Yourname: I-😃

landonorris added to their story!

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| Yourname replied to your story

-> so proud of you baby 🧡

*liked by landonorris*

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👤: mclaren

landonorris: We Did It 🏆

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mclaren: LET’S GO LANDOOOO

*liked by landonorris*

Yourname: AHHHHHHHHH IM SO PROUD OF YOU 🫂🫂🫂🫂

-> landonorris: your support means everything 🧡🧡

-> Yourname: baby 🥺🥺 (also you have a lot of weird fans)

-> landonorris: It’s okay baby ik just look the other way 😌

maxverstappen1: Tonight we celebrate like champions!!

* liked by Yourname, kellypiquet*

-> landonorris: you know it mate

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👤: landonorris, mclaren

Yourname: Lando Nowins sorry don’t know him! So Proud of you my Papaya Boy 🧡

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User52: Yesss queen tell them haters off 💅🏻

landonorris: Love you sweetheart 💕

*liked by Yourname*

mclaren: Yess let’s goooo 🏆 (don’t tell anyone but y/n was 🤏🏻 close to pulling a toto wolff 2021 at the garage today! It’s ok our headphones are safe 🤭)

-> Yourname: admin this was supposed to be a secret 🙂🙂

-> User57: hahahah not the admin outing y/n

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Wagupdates: Lando Norris and Y/n L/n were seen leaving the stadium today. Fans claim the two were very touchy as they made their way towards their car.

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-> 🖤🍷

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👤: Yourname

landonorris: You talking ‘bout me, I don’t see the shade 🕶️

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Yourname: 💋🙌🏻

*liked by landonorris*

User71: omggg that’s so cute they’re having date night before celebrating his win 🥹🥹

User03: ok I can see where your hands are Lando 👀 you’re not fooling anyone

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👤: landonorris

Yourname: My back arched like a cat, my position couldn’t stop you were hitting it 🐈‍⬛

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landonorris: star girl ♣️

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kellypiquet: gorgeous gorgeous girl 💫

-> Yourname: umm have you seen yourself in the mirror 🙇🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: there are children here 😃

-> Yourname: let them also learn 🤟🏻😌

-> maxverstappen1: i-🫠

francisca.cgomes: Mother 🥵

-> Yourname: Kikaaaaaa 🫂🤭

-> francisca.cgomes: ahhh can’t wait to meet you 💕

-> landonorris: but she’s mine for another hour so back off 😚

-> francisca.cgomes: damn Norris take your time 🕰️🫡

User50: not Lando having a beef with Kika over y/n 😭😭

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👤: Yourname, maxfewtrell, maxverstappen1, pierregasly

landonorris: A hundred on the dash, get me close to God. We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars 🏎️

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User02: Ohh wait till y/n sees the caption!

Yourname: hmm ok then

-> landonorris: baby just using the lyrics! nothing else <3

-> Yourname: You better pray for love tonight...who knows if you'll get it or not 👀

-> landonorris: Yes ma'am 🫡

danielricciardo: It was my fault I opened Instagram! should’ve just jumped off a cliff 🙂

-> charles_leclerc: +1

-> maxverstappen1: +1

-> maxfewtrell: +1

-> oscarpiastri: +1

-> georgerussell63: +1

-> lewishamilton: +1

-> fernandoalo_oficial: +1

-> carlossainz55: +1

-> alex_albon: +1

-> pierregasly: +1

-> landonorris: HATERS! each and every single one of you!! 🫵🏻

*liked by Yourname*

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👤: landonorris, kellypiquet, francisca.cgomes

Yourname: Dance the night away, grab somebody, drink a little more 🥂

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landonorris: The only person who you should grab is ME! 😤

-> landonorris: wait that came out wrong

-> alex_albon: you think 😃

francisca.cgomes: Dance the night away 💃🏻

-> kellypiquet: live your life and stay young on the floor 🪩

-> Yourname: lalalalallallalalal 🎵

maxverstappen1: and that’s enough drinking for you ❌

-> Yourname: buzzkill 🐝

-> francisca.cgomes: +1

-> kellypiquet: +1

-> maxverstappen1: i- KELLY 🥲

-> landonorris: haha 🤣

-> maxverstappen1: oh you better watch your back Norris

-> landonorris: 😳

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👤: landonorris, Yourname

F1newsupdates: Lando Norris and girlfriend, Y/n L/n, were caught by fans, who claimed things were getting quite serious in the backseat. This photo comes after the couple was seen celebrating Norris’s first win with friends and fellow drivers, including Verstappen and Gasly. Don’t know about you, but Lando Norris is definitely in for a good night!

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-> 🙈

Yourname: 🫶🏻🤭

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👤: Yourname

landonorris: Can’t keep my hands to myself (I mean I could, but why would I want to 🤤)

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Yourname: 🙈🙈

-> Yourname: also he did Infact miss his flight!

-> landonorris: oops? ����

-> mclaren: 🤦🏻‍♀️

francisca.cgomes: @/pierregasly how come you never paint my nails 🤔

-> pierregasly: Pulling out all the supplies right now!! 🫡

User72: not Pierre getting attacked out of the blue 😂😂

*liked by Yourname*

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👤: landonorris

Yourname: Little Lando Norris is not as little as you might think 😉

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danielricciardo: umm ya guys so I’m gonna do delete Instagram! It was fun while it lasted ✌🏻

-> charles_leclerc: +1

-> maxfewtrell: +1

→ oscarpiastri: +1

→ georgerussell63: +1

→ lewishamilton: +1

→ fernandoalo_oficial: +1

→ carlossainz55: +1

→ alex_albon: +1

→ pierregasly: +1

-> landonorris: HATERS! you guys just can’t see me happy ✋🏻😤

[microsff]

"How did you find out?" Dr Dastard asked.

"You told the world. Or will tell," Captain Clever said.

"Oh, yes, that's right. But- Oh!"

"I'm here to stop you. As usual."

"I am trying to help! Was. Will be."

"We are only turning the clocks back an hour. Not time itself!"

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Four-day WIP Weekend

(Yes, another one. From Saturday to Tuesday. June is awash with public holidays, I don't make the rules.)

Weekly WIP Update

The cat is out of the sack! My @steddiebbang fic 2025 is Kiss the Cook, a fun, filthy, modern AU in which chef Steve doms Eddie into healther eating habits. She's gonna have seven chapters, and I'm currently working on the third.

Speaking of filth, those pirates are going at it like rabbits. This one should be good to post some time this month!

Still waiting for the next Steddie Bingo prompts, so I'm once again throwing boxer Steve and rock star Eddie into the ring as a third option for this week.

Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences from that project.

🍽️ Kiss the Cook

🏴‍☠️ Pirate AU for @sourw0lfs

🥊Into Battle, chapter 2

Snippet from 🍽️

Eddie, who has definitely not spent the entirety of last night lying awake looking at thesaurus pages on his phone, grins. “Well, what can I say, I’m a quick learner.” 

“I’m sure you are,” says Steve, and his smile turns sharp. Eddie quickly takes another fork full of pasta. “Do you know what’s so special about asparagus?” 

“Hm?” Eddie makes around a mouthful of sauce. Damn, the lemony flavor is good! “That it makes your piss stink?” 

Steve flicks the tip of his nose with one long finger. 

Steve, who was just about to take his own first bite, snorts and almost drops his fork. “What? No! I mean yeah, but that’s not what-”

“Oooh,” Eddie gasps, leaning closer into his space across the table. “You mean that it looks like little dicks.”

“You are a little dick,” he scoffs, then averts his eyes and clears his throat, weirdly bashful - all while Eddie is still gaping at him, trying to process what just happens. His nose is tingling. “No, um. What I meant was that-”

The door jingles. 

[daniellethamasa]

My Top Ten Posts (So Far)

Hey all, Sam here. I started this blog back in January 2016, which means that this year is my 10th year of doing this, which feels incredibly wild to me. Without a doubt I can say that 2019 and 2020 were the best years of the blog, and the most prolific. I miss being able to have a post go live every day. But with so many life changes and the state of the world, right now all I can promise is…

[held-ina-daze]

It was a simple mission. Straight forward. Infiltrate, steal, leave. Stone was certain he would be able to get it over and done within 48 hours. Sure, every agent before him had failed, but he wasn’t just any agent. 

He was Agent Stone. 

He was a rumor, a name teachers threw around in GUNs academy to aspiring agents. A man with no failed missions, a perfect success rate. The highest number of completed missions on record - and still going strong.

Barely anyone knew what he looked like. No one knew his real name. Hell, most agents weren’t even sure he existed - just a rumor made up to make the rest of them strive for perfection. But he was real. And as GUNS top agent, this mission should have been a cake walk.

Key words: Should have.

Even the unbreakable can break. And here was Agent Stone, perfect record on the line, the myth of GUNs hallways, pressed against the wall as the inhumanly tall Doctor Eggman - his target for this mission - loomed over him.

Maybe this was going to be harder than it seemed.

Edit: here's the link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64587808/chapters/165889462

A little sneak peak at the Sonic Boom fic I'm writing. I'm pretty sure this is going to be the summary. Not sure what I'm going to name it though.

I have the prologue written but its kind of boring, so I'm not releasing anything until I have the first chapter done. Hopefully before the weekend!

[gothamite-rambler]

Old Creepy Crone: I need you to… bury my wife's heart in a different location. I didn’t murder her.

The man handed Batman a heart that was inside a silver trinket box. The Dark Knight opened the box and quickly closed it again.

Batman (stoic, but slightly grossed out): That is a real heart. Yuck.

Robin blinked, staring at the trinket box, then turned to the crone, pointing at it.

Robin!Damian (raising his voice in horror): WHYYYYY?!

Batman (trying to remain calm): Chester, tell us the truth. Did you murder her?

Chester (defending himself): I just told you I didn’t! Her brother killed her, and then I killed him. I got acquitted because I defended my former love’s honor. Plus my wealth did aid me in getting the best lawyer. That guy could get war crimes dropped. Being rich has it perks. As you can see by my weekend hoes, Candy and Giselle.

The crone gestured to the two tanned women in revealing dresses, who were eating fruit at a nearby table. They waved at the heroes and then returned to their snacks.

Chester (pleased): They’ve been making the single life easier for me. You know what it’s like, I imagine.

Batman (blushing, avoiding eye contact with Robin): Definitely never been through that. I've always been committed... to one woman.

Robin!Damian (utterly confused and squicked out): That doesn’t—Father, what is a weekend hoe, and why did you hesitate?

Batman (deadpan): I don’t want to talk about that right now. Here, hold this.

Batman placed the box in his son’s hands, making shivers go up his spine.

Robin!Damian (already a vegetarian): Don’t hand it to me! I thought I escaped this when I left my old home.

Batman (ignoring his son’s complaints): You’ll have fun with that. Now, Chester, I need you to explain why you want us to bury Merida’s heart separate from her body.

Robin!Damian: You know both their names?! I should’ve expected this. I’m going to eat fruit with the weekend ladies of the night.

Robin walked over to the women, holding the box like it was a dead animal.

Chester: It’s a long story. The place she wants it planted is somewhere I sadly can’t travel to due to old age. It’s the one thing I promised to do for her when she warned me about her brother’s return. Even though our marriage wasn’t great, we did love each other. You have ways of traveling to different areas, and I hoped you could help. I’ll pay you whatever—

Batman: We can discuss that later. I usually donate that type of money to charity, but I will… reluctantly bury your wife’s heart. And my son is going with me. Robin, you’re going to help me bury a heart.

Robin!Damian (eating watermelon, pouting): I knew I should’ve said yes to the tournament with grandfather. This is my life, given to me by an insane woman and a man who fights crime in a batsuit.

Giselle (weekend hoe #1): You guys live a crazy life, and that’s saying a lot for the line of work I’m in. You get used to it, am I right?

Robin!Damian (mid-sigh while holding a silver trinket box with a dead woman's heart in it from when her brother killed her): Pretty much.

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I have been reading fanfic for 30 years. Yup. I'm old. I've been reading it since same-sex romance fic was called "slash." Since before portmanteaus. Since AOL and dialup were the only options, and newsgroups were what Tumblr and Ao3 are, now.

Fanfic is so important to me. Reading about the inner and expanded lives of familiar characters that we don't get to see in their respective genres...it's so fulfilling. I've never had the gift of writing good fanfic, but I can recognize it as if there were a thing like "perfect fanfic pitch."

It was because of fanfic that my love for Copia deepened to the mad levels it is now. That I came around to enjoying the ghouls as much as I do. That I'm nearing a true addiction to Ghost lore.

And fanfic changes me and improves me. I don't find it any different than reading a book that transforms your life. I have grown, thanks to a lot of the fic I've read. I've deepened as a person, a woman and an artist. I've felt validation in my personal beliefs and morality (and immorality, heh heh).

This is all to say, thank you to the fanfic writers here who have had such a profound effect on my life. Thank you for sharing your incredible storytelling gift FOR FREE, for sweating over a plot twist here and a smutty scene there, just so we can all be distracted, moved, and transported away from this terrifying world in which we live, for a little bit. THANK YOU for all that you do, fic writers.