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[longward]

reaching a grand total of 2000 words, and the point is nowhere to be found deserves some kind of acheivement popup, i feel

[icedmetaltea]

Dude if Sun just like hugged me for 20 hours I'd be fine

[wellofdean]

Do the people who still go on about Jensen Ackles being a Destiel-hating homophobe not realise that THIS is his production company?

People. Come on now. Did you not see The Winchesters? The season long chock-full-o-queers Destiel-o-gram with a gay showrunner that this company produced? Have you not read that this dude was a cheerleader AND a theatre kid in high school? Are you unaware that he knows how to ride a mechanical bull? Have you not noticed what a full-on clothes horse he is? Have you not watched him flirt his little patooties off with the same dude for over a decade?

[bluejaysgonerogue]

the feminine urge to have simon riley wordshipping you

[i-love-you-all]

Ok so I was a band kid but I wasn’t great at the drum kit. Still, can we talk about Breach’s set up?

It looks like a basic drum kit, with 1 bass drum, 2 toms, hi hat, crash, and ride, which for most people is pretty normal. But this is Breach. Aka metal lover Breach. Metal drummer kits are pretty insane. Breach also has the money to afford a bigger kit! So, where is the double base drum? Where are the extra cymbals? Why doesn’t he even have a floor tom?

Like I get that he’s just here to jam, so maybe he didn’t set up the full kit, and I hope that’s the answer. Or maybe he couldn’t get all the pieces he normally uses because secret base and are they really that necessary? But idk, I saw that kit and immediately noticed how… bare bones it looked. My high school kit had more than that! Specifically, the floor tom missing makes the whole set up feel so empty. I think when you go out to buy a drum kit, they all come with a floor tom so where is it in either pic???

Idk it just bugged me, but hey, if he sounds good on the drums, there’s nothing more to say.

[yangsbandana]

ideal scenario: in chapter 6 bees have a Significant Gay Moment that kicks off a short romantic arc for them through at least chapter 7 before kiss

ideal scenario: in chapter 6 bees kiss

clear eyes full heart can't lose

[toaarcan]

Raven I’m so proud of you letting yourself feel things at long last.

[thateclecticbitch]

Google when will testosterone make me hot?

[yubnubforhire]

Skz continues to be (imo) the most musically interesting currently active kpop group

[yeyinde]

Lev!!! you cannot just post that masterpiece and dip. I cannot breathe. I'm grinning like a fucking baffon in my room and thank god it's sunday or else I sure would've call in sick. I'm not kidding. I have no self control and I would've read this at my workplace and God, I don't want to picture me squirming in my seat with a 60yr old woman sitting 2 feet away.

the way you write, smut or not, you include these tiny little details that people wouldn't notice, not even in real life, not even during that particular moment of ecstacy and somehow make it even more smuttier(?). it's never in and out with a grunt here and growl there with your works. it's a whole fucking experience and I have to have a mini freak out and mentally prepare myself before I read any of your work. your single fic is better than many published books I've read.

God, I would love to sit inside your brain and intercept every single one of your tho(ugh)t processes, analyze why you decided to put one particular word over another and such (also I was picturing Price on all fours until you mentioned that he was on his back. what's your thought process there?).

anyway, I'll rb your fic after I have an another proper meltdown so that I can get access to some coherent thoughts and the ability to string words together.

p.s:(I would very much like to deck that one editor that told me fanfic is not real writing and shove this masterpiece down their throat)

p.p.s: I get anxious when I send ask without anon ( don't know why) but I really wanted to send that pic cause that's what it looked like when you posted it.

p.p.p.s: (this is the last one promise) were you listening to purity ring when you wrote it? why that song? sorry for the long ass ask.

OMGGGGGGG for some reason, this does not show up on tumblr mobile - which is what I primarily use unless I'm posting a fic! So I am so so so sorry it took so long for me to reply!!

And AHHHHHH!! This is too much for me, honestly! You're way too nice about the rampant filth I write!!!! I had so many emotions reading this that I can't even begin to process ANY of them!! THANK YOU!!!

As for some of the questions posed:

With Price, I tried to be as true to his character (or the way I perceive his character) as I could be when I wrote this. I know it's just smut, and pegging smut at that!, but I like realism in whatever I read and since I usually write stuff that I like, I needed to include it. It had to make sense to me. I don't think Price would do this with just anyone, but if he mentioned it - he wants it. He was fairly confident through the whole thing, whereas MC was freaking out. I liked the contrast between their characters.

I don't think he'd be inclined to be on his knees for the first time. It would be something he needs to build up to before he gives up that aspect of himself. This was already quite a heavy experience, and so. It just made sense to me that he'd be on his back, with MC over him so he can watch their expressions, and take in the experience as it flickers over their face.

It's also infinitely more intimate, which is what - in Price's head - was the goal?? Like, it was a hot moment, but it was also fostering more trust, and taking a deeper plunge into their relationship. It delves into this a bit more at the end when MC finally has a moment to step away from "JESUS I AM "BALLS" DEEP INSIDE CAP PRICE RIGHT NOW" and look at things with a wider perspective.

It also gives him a modicum of control as well. Which, I think is the basal aspect of his character.

That's quite wordy for what this fic is, OMG. That's sort of what I volleyed back and forth in my head before writing this one.

And I was listening to Purity Ring!!! I rediscovered them through Letterkenny and this song is quite intense to me. The lyrics are just so PERFECT. All of my fics have connecting songs to them that either set the tone when I was writing or explore a different facet of what I want to convey through the lyrics. Usually, it's just atmosphere, but for Fineshrine - it was both!

Ahh, I get so nervous when stuff gets so wordy!!!!! Sorry for the spiel!

This was such a lovely message, and I am so gutted I only found it now. Thank you so much! It genuinely baffles me when people take an interest in my thoughts behind the smut, but this absolutely made my entire week. I will not stop thinking about this - I just know it. AHHHHHH. You're way too sweet!!!!

[wall-legion]

I’ve been working on the art party story for almost a week now and I’ve only managed to get in four characters so far HELP

[faithinthefuture-louis]

I was rooting for Bernie Sanders.

[aethersea]

Kencyrath, Stranger Things AU

hell yeah this is a great one! this is for this writing meme, which I’m still doing if anyone has prompts to send in. the meme says I'm supposed to set this au up, not write the intro, but I am bad at following directions and this was a phenomenal distraction throughout the first plane ride. honestly for something written on a plane I think it's an absolute banger, so here we go!

The last time Tori saw his sister, they were both seven years old.

He doesn’t remember how it began. He remembers screams, his sister’s fingers digging into his arms deep enough to bruise the bone, his own hands gripping her arms just as tightly. The scientists didn’t separate them often, not after the time they’d kept the two of them out of each other’s range for ten days. Ever since then, Tori and his sister fought like wild things at the slightest hint it might happen again.

So he remembers screams, and he remembers pain. He remembers fear. He remembers arms around his waist, pulling him away from her. But in the next memory he has, the wall was already torn open like a wound, the orderlies that had been holding them both were dead, and his sister stood between him and a creature he had no words to describe.

She was screaming, one long shrill shriek of pure fury. The creature was screaming back, a strange rattling sort of roar. It was splayed out in midair, writhing.

In the next memory Tori has, the creature is gone. The wound in the wall has healed. The wall is scabbed in strange, mottled patches. And Tori is alone in a room of bloody corpses.

His sister has disappeared.

. . .

Only that’s not quite true. For one thing, in his nightmares, Tori remembers more than he can bear to believe. For another thing—that wasn’t the last time he saw his sister.

. . .

The last time Tori saw his sister, he was fifteen years old. She was not.

Tori doesn’t remember this wound opening, either. Just pain, and fear, and then—

Tori was already running when he heard a high shriek that warbled like it was coming from underwater, nearly drowning out the sound of his harsh breaths and his bare feet slapping against the floors. And then one of the spreading patches of filmy gray mucus on the wall ahead of him began to glow a sickly red.

He saw his sister through a window between worlds. His steps faltered without his willing it, his heart stuttering in his chest, the gasping scrape of his own breaths forgotten as he slowed. She was fighting that same creature, or else one like it. She tore deep black gouges in it with her nails—with her claws, long and vicious claws, just like the creature’s own. 

Tori’s sister leapt at the creature and climbed it like a stepladder. She wrapped her legs around its neck and tore one of the petals of its head with her bare hands, heedless of how they bled on the creature’s rows of teeth. Her screeching cry rose and fell with her rage, only ever stopping long enough for her to draw breath. The sound of it was eerie and alien in Tori’s ears, distorted as it was across the membrane between worlds, and across the years since he had heard it last.

Tori only realized he had reached the window between worlds when he felt its slimy surface taut against his palms. The membrane that stretched across the hole barely gave when he pushed against it. It was translucent like badly made glass, his sister fogged and blurred on the other side. He couldn’t tell where the sickly pinkish light was coming from, but it lit her furious brawl with the creature from odd angles, stretching both their shadows into monsters.

Tori raised a fist to bang against the membrane, opened his mouth to scream, and—stopped. He was afraid. If the creature heard, it would come for him. And Tori had never developed his sister’s particular gifts. He would be helpless. It would tear him apart the way it had torn apart the orderlies downstairs. The way it tore apart the orderlies in his nightmares. 

His sister’s scream cut off as she was thrown from the creature’s back. “No,” Tori breathed. The edges of the hole began to crumble inward, filling in with cement. “No!” Tori couldn’t raise his voice above a whisper. He clawed at the membrane, dug his fingers into it, but it wouldn’t tear.

And then, between one breath and the next, his sister was gone.

. . .

Tori is seventeen years old now. There’s a strange, rattling roar coming from the dark woods. He’s about to see his sister again.

[eldritch-bisexual]

Wish I could sleep on my back. So my shoulders could stay perfectly straight. On this pillow I bought for exactly that.

[jessepinwheel]

nothing gives you a rush like comments on an ongoing story where people are going insane and wildly trying to figure out what comes next, every chapter that goes up

problem is I have to write the story first

[loki-zen]

i don't want to move away from my boyfriend and my friends and family and my free healthcare and lower cost of living

...but aside from all that, damn i kinda do want to move to the west coast