#assembled love

[thissmycomingofage]

- Left-wing deputies of the newly formed French parliament refusing to shake hand with the member of the far-right tasked with guarding the ballot

[magicalink]

Will Assebled love ever get a final chapter??

I hope so, anon, I hope so.

To be completely honest, even if I still haven't decided how the story is gonna end, I have lots of ideas for the middle of the story. Lots of school drama tbh. The problem lies in the early chapters I'm struggling to finish. I'm working on the next chapter but it's still just halfway through. I have some ideas but I'm facing a lot of indecision about which scenes to keep and which to discard. And ocd. Ocd is driving me crazy when it comes to writing, it's my grestest obstacle and the one I'm trying to fight this year.

Can't promise next Assembled Love chapter will he ready next month but I'm ACTUALLY working on a request that is a 'what if' from that AU. Smut ofc. Like, I actually WROTE today. Crazy ik. So expect next post to be either that or another one of the ones I've been promising to post, like 'Gynecologist Albedo' (joke title), Butler Scara or Xiao wanting to have a child with reader, for example. The long fic that has the most possibilites of being updated soon is Catboys in the house. The next long chapter that follows the chronologic story with Xiao finally joining the household is just started, but I have lots of episodic content like usual. Headcanons, smut, smutty headcanons, yk, the usual.

Anyway, as I said my main problem with these early chapters of Assembled Love are indecision and it has to do with this problem: Ik in the chapter list I listed the next chapter as 'Perfect first time' implying that thr seggs is gonna happen next chap. But honestly I think this needs a bit more slowburn. Not so slow, just a bit more of interaction and situations to make the relationship between Scara and Y/N make more sense and be more enjoyable. So, what do you as readers think about this?

The second reason I don't update is toxic perfectionism. It kicks in when I care a lot about a story. At first Assembled Love was a funny side project I wrote randomly without stressing or putting much effort into it while I waited for inspo for Better Find Husbandos, the fic that was most important to me back then. So the words flowed easily and I posted a lot of chapters in a row. When I became invested in the story and really wanted to convey my exact views of the stories through the writing thr block and the toxic perfectionism came in. That's why I'm more prone to posting standalone oneshots instead of adding chapters to the AUs I care so much about, because I don't pressure myself that it has to perfectly convey my ideas about the story.

This toxic perfectionism is something I wanna tackle aggressively this year because honestly:

The not pefect fic you actually wrote will always be better than the perfect fic you never dared to try write.

Gotta ingrain that phrase in my brain permanently. Cuz I started writing to reread and enjoy my own fics but if I don't dare write I won't have anything to read. And that I read can always be edited and rewritten. Seeing authors rewrite their older fics just to make them waaay better years after encourages me to just write and have fun knowing that I can always try again and do it better next time. So that helps.

Let's not think about Assembled Love's final chapter when it's sitting just at chapter 4 and focus on the spin off that is on the making and idk, the next 3 chapters: I'm planning to add more characters with their dramas, Childe, Mona and Venti being the main ones. I want Assembled Love to be a dramatic romantic comedy in a last year of highschool setting, with teenagers struggling to become adults and debating between following what family and society expects from them and finding out what they really want to do with their lives. I want to add tropes of those movies from the United States I grew up watching and give them a twist of the dramatic telenovelas from Latin America, where I live. Will I be able to deliver? We'll see. If I don't I can always rewrite it.

That long chunk of text being said, thanks for sending me asks that make me reflect on my writing and my struggle to write cuz it helps me come up with ways of tackling it and refinding my passion about writing. I answered this one first cuz it's the latest I got but I have lots more I'm gonna answer cuz thst's one of my 2024 new year resolutions that are on my blog. So feel free to send more mail with any doubts you have or even with imagines or things you'd like to see on my stories cuz it never fails to give me inspo!

[sceletaflores]

thinking about needy art...just so desperate for you :((( always so horny and riled up :((( he needs you so bad he can't help it :(((

we love you girl!!!!!! pls don't die!!!!!!!!

-🧶

anon i was literally just thinking about this omfg we're so connected it's crazy (this lowkey wandered into a bit of puppy!art territory, @fawnnpaws your influence is too great <333)

and you're SO right!!! in my mind this is so married art coded. that man literally worships the ground you walk on, there's nothing he wouldn't do for his WIFE. the woman with HIS last name. the woman that wears HIS ring on your finger. you're his whole world.

you're cooking dinner when the front door creaks open, the sound of art dropping his keys and bag clear from where you're stood at the stove.

he's always a keyed up, horny monster after practice, so you're not surprised when two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. art clings to you like a second skin, pressing his chest to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder, a sweet "hey baby," muttered into your hair.

you hum, not looking away from the pasta coming to a boil in front of you. "have a good practice?"

art nods, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your familiar scent. "missed you," he says, voice going all light and airy. it makes you smile, stirring the pasta calmly as art starts grinding against your ass in small circles. you wonder if he even knows he's doing it or if he's more gone than you first thought.

"i did so good today, you'd be so proud of me," he rambles, brushing his lips over your neck as he speaks. his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"yeah? hope you worked up an appetite, it's almost ready." your tone is overly casual, like you're not soaking your panties at the feel of art's thick cock through the thin fabric of your sweats. but it's all part of the game, ignoring him only works him up more.

"i could eat," he pants against your skin, a pointed roll of his hips pushes you closer to the stove. "god, i couldn't stop thinking about you." he groans, finally done pretending that it's dinner he cares about. he trails wet kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up under your shirt to paw at the lacy cups of your bralette.

the pot's water snaps and pops in warning, threatening the bare expanse of your stomach. you push art's hands down but he's not deterred, dropping them to knead at the meat of your hips.

"let's go to bed," he suggests into the crook of your neck, his breathing starting to get a little faster as he grinds against you with a purpose.

it's tempting, but you're not done cooking yet, and you know this won't take long.

"no," you say dismissively, turning the heat down to let the sauce pan on another burner slow to a simmer.

art whines, nuzzling deeper into your neck. his hand slides around, slipping between your legs to rub your cunt through your bottoms. "please?"

you sigh contently at his touch, letting your head drop to his shoulder. you let yourself get lost in him for a few seconds before you push his hand away again and cast your gaze back to the food, "no."

"the couch?" he tries, "it's just right there, in the living room. i can eat you out, i'll make you feel so good."

you bite your lip, stifling a smile at his needy begging. you bob your head side to side lightly, a considering noise passing through your lips before you deny him for the third time, "no."

art swallows, his breath getting shallow. "right here, i could eat you out right here," he rambles, his hips speeding up. you can feel the wetness of his pre-come leaking through his own shorts to seep into yours. "i could fuck you right here, against the counter."

you hum noncommittally, adding more dried oregano. it's quiet, just the sound of art's ragged breathing and the hiss of the boiling water. art takes it upon himself to fill the silence.

"i could," he takes a shuddering breath, "we don't have to fuck, i could just eat you out. i could sit by your feet, you don't have to do anything. i can...i could, i could use your leg."

you almost give in, his sweet voice begging you to let him get his mouth on you too much. you don't have to see his face to know he's gone red and flush, embarrassed but too worked up to stop.

"you want me to abandon dinner because, why? you can't keep your dick down? i'm busy, art."

art’s breath hitches, his hands trembling as they grip your hips. "i’m sorry," he breathes out, though you know he’s anything but. the apology only makes him grind harder, chasing any scrap of attention you might throw his way. “please,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “i just— i need it so bad. please, baby.”

you click your tongue in disapproval, shaking your head as you turn back to the stove, stirring the sauce with a slow, deliberate motion. “you’re such a mess, art. can’t even wait until dinner’s done before you start acting like a desperate slut, can you?”

art shudders behind you, his grip tightening on your waist as his hips jerk involuntarily. “i’m sorry,” he gasps out for the second time. “i just—fuck, i can’t help it. please, let me—”

"no, if you want to come in here and hump my leg like a desperate puppy, than that's how you're going to come."

art’s whimper is pitiful, his hips stuttering against you, driven by nothing but raw desire. he’s practically drooling, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he desperately grinds himself against your thigh.

“please, please,” he chants, the word a broken prayer on his lips, but you don’t miss the way he shudders under your cruel tone, his body trembling with anticipation.

“god, you’re pathetic,” you say through a condescending laugh, “you can’t even control yourself for a second, can you? always so eager to make a mess. i should make you clean it up with your tongue.”

art comes in his boxers with a broken whine. the timer goes off a couple seconds later.

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON and TOM HIDDLESTON behind the scenes of LOKI S2

[iamhereinthebg]

I can now die in peace

[sainte666]

WILLIE NELSON ORVILLE PECK DUET OF COWBOYS ARE FREQUENTLY SECRETLY FOND OF EACH OTHER ‼️‼️

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael talking about the kiss with David in GO 2 on The Assembly tonight.

[saneriddlefan67]

Writing fanfics of characters being in love as an aroace guy feels so weird, half of the writing process is just me thinking "Is this what being in love feels like??? Is this how it works???? Please what is going on?????"

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[perlmutt-perl]

Oh, look, Mom and Dad are at it again. Poor Clint...

[mistress-light]

Working Joes.  Brilliantly simple, and simply brilliant.

[liam-summers]

Angel wearing the Claddagh Ring with the heart pointing towards him, pre-Surprise.

2.03 - School Hard 2.06 - Halloween 2.09 - What's My Line Part 1 2.10 - What's My Line Part 2

[mintredd]

[sarah-the-artiste]

Made for the @stonylovessteve event!

I made the characters off of the Avengers Assemble cartoon, and the comic based off of the 616 universe. I imagine the only way Tony found out was because he bought the site that the webcomic was hosted on lol

[bethanydelleman]

Darcy Smiling BEFORE Pemberley is VITAL

At last it arrested her—and she beheld a striking resemblance of Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face, as she remembered to have sometimes seen, when he looked at her.

Mr. Darcy is smiling in his portrait

Elizabeth finally realizes that he's been smiling AT HER

THE WHOLE TIME

HE LOVED HER THAT WHOLE TIME

HE WASN'T STARING AT HER TO FIND SOME SORT OF FAULT AND LAUGH AT IT, HE WAS LOOKING AT HER WITH LOVE.

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY GIVE US AN ADAPTATION WHERE DARCY SMILES AT HER AT NETHERFIELD SO ELIZABETH KNOWS WHAT HIS FREAKING SMILE LOOKS LIKE!!!

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[haveihitanerve]

The kids might not want to admit it, but they are all like Bruce in one way or another.

Dick tries his hardest to separate himself from Bruce while wearing the cowl, but when the crime is serious, his mouth goes stiff in a line, and a crease appears between his eyebrows. His siblings turn away.

Jason will argue the most vehemently hes not like his father. But he taps his fingers when hes trying to crack a case and his defensive stance is mirror to Bruce’s from behind to the point where Dick once hugged him when he was still the Red Hood and went “hey B!” Jason was so panicked he disappeared without even a rude word and Dick never mentioned it again, so embarrassed he had mistaken the crime lord for his father.

Tim invents different ticks to avoid Bruce’s, but he still cups his chin when hes thinking hard and bits his lip just like Bruce. Alfred smiles when delivers him coffee and Tim takes it with a noncommittal grunt, sipping it with one hand while fiddling with a pen in the other.

Cass copies Bruce’s movements and actions purposefully.

Steph wants to distance herself as much as possible from Bruce, but when she gets hurt she adapts his same face and mannerism. Its a direct cue to any of the batkids that shes really hurt and they wont leave her until she gets medical attention

Damian has his fathers sharp chin and nose, and copies his fighting techniques almost identically because he knows its perfection and he wants to be perfection. Bruce hugs him.

Barbara’s concentrated face is the same as Bruce’s, whether she knows it or not.

They all mimic the man that is such a big part of their lives and when Alfred points it out to the man, because with his self hatred he never looks for it or notices, it always makes him feel warm inside