#but publish a post? god forBID

[klinejack]

can anyone tell me why half my caption keeps fucking up? where are the spaces between my words? WHY doesn’t it look the same in preview as it does once published? i really need help please please please its killing me :(((

[helennorvilles]

managed to get all the remaining doctor who dvds i was missing in the boxing day sales!!!!!

[zoestarlings]

thank you tumblr for letting me edit all my posts even if they are 10 years old that means a lot to my stupid unsure ass

[swordsonnet]

if i see that "paragraphs longer than 2-3 lines are Bad" post on my dash one more time it'll be my villain origin story

[javarium]

better | gojo satoru.

a cute short story in honor of my nephew being born on Mother’s Day, here’s a snippet of something cute (but it’s published a few days after Mother’s Day lol). Also, feels like I haven’t written in 100 years and I’m constantly rusty so I’m sorry if this is bad lol.

w — UNSEALED! Gojo, fluff, adult/minor relationship, former! teacher/student relationship, post-canon, takes place about seven years after the Culling Games and JJK storyline, Reader is 23/24

Satoru’s newborn son felt like a feather in his arms.

He’d never tell anyone (Shoko might would) that he was absolutely terrified when he was first given his son — his firstborn — to hold after coming out of you. You, of course, got to have skin-to-skin contact with Seiji first. (To which Satoru managed to snap a few pictures.) But when you were done holding him, it was time for him to hold his child. And he was downright terrified.

At the time, every bad thought entered his mind.

What if he didn’t hold him right? What if he squeezed his son too tightly? What if, God absolutely forbid, he dropped him?

No. No, that wasn’t going to happen. He was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive, for crying out loud. Why wouldn’t he be able to hold his newborn child?

Satoru was surprisingly glad his overconfidence kicked in, because holding his son felt like a dream come true.

A few months have passed since the first day he’s held Seiji — since his son has been born. And nowadays, he’s absolutely certain he wants at least ten more.

Well, five at the least. Considering he’s not the one carrying the babies and doing all the hard work and labor; of course, he was going to ask you first.

But he’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t even notice your presence. Not even his Six Eyes or inhuman-trained senses seem to acknowledge you’re in the room with him. Not until your voice gently cuts through the air.

“Satoru,” you say, “you should be in bed.”

“I’m good,” he reassures you, eyes not leaving the sleeping boy in his arms. “I’m good. I’m fine. I’m just watching him.”

“You’ve been watching him for nearly half a day. You need rest.”

“I don’t need to sleep,” he tries to argue in a soft voice. “I have the Limitless. I don’t have to have sleep.”

“But Seiji would want his father to sleep.”

And of course, your words strike him exactly where they needed to be struck. And you continue to talk, driving that nail that needed to be struck even deeper.

“You don’t have to shoulder everything anymore. Not like you used to,” you murmur. “There’s more First and Special Grade sorcerers a than there have been in a long time, myself included.”

Satoru had bragging rights against his clan. (Well, rights to say that his wife was extremely dangerous and would be the first to come and annihilate them if they did anything to Seiji.)

You had been the one to annihilate the Elders during the time of the Culling Game, and they stood absolutely no match against you when it had happened. He recalls Maki saying that she’d never seen her kouhai — or anyone really — that angry.

So, Satoru was more than happy to make the Gojo Clan understand you were just as equally of a threat as he was if anything happened or they tried something to your son.

“I just don’t want to miss anything. Not a single thing. Not even him wiggling his eyebrows in his sleep,” Satoru admits, the last part making him smile. “And if that means using my powers to stay awake all the time, I’m fine with it.”

For a man that’s been so closed-off with his emotions for well over a decade, you’re so glad to see and hear Satoru being this open. Vulnerability has never been his strong suit, but over the last few years, he’s been allowing himself to be more vocal.

The only problem for the rest of the world is that he’s only that open with you — his wife. And his son, of course.

You obviously have no problem with that.

Seiji coos, garnering his parents attention. He squirms in his father’s arms, stretching his legs.

“Oh, hey buddy,” Satoru whispers happily. “You’re awake!”

You love the big, excited grin that stretches across your husband’s face as the baby moves. The light of fatherly love in his eyes makes your heart soar and tears form in your eyes.

You remember when Satoru was terrified about becoming a dad. You remember the times where he feared becoming his own father. The man wasn’t like the usual physically abusive father you’d seen in a stereotypical show or movie. He was, technically speaking, but it was with sorcerer training. And even though Satoru didn’t show it or tell anyone, you knew bits of his younger years haunted him.

There had been long and deep discussions about his past and how he’d handle those things if they ever came up. There were also lots and lots of reassurances on your part, telling him that he’s already nothing like his own father.

Satoru would burn the world for his little family, and that was something you both already knew — something his father would never do.

”I think he’s hungry,” you comment softly.

“Want me to get the milk from the ready?”

“Please.”

Satoru hands Seiji to you like he’s made of glass. And somehow the bottle is done within a few minutes. Seiji just chugs away at the bottle, downing it faster than you’ve seen him since he’s been born.

Satoru gives a low whistle and chuckles. “Damn. He’s hungry.”

“And he’s eaten recently, too,” you add.

Silence, save for the sound of Seiji drinking from the bottle, takes over the room. But it’s not the bad, deafening kind. It’s the kind that’s focused, beautiful even. And if anyone were to step into the room of your family of three, they’d understand why.

“Thank you, [Name].”

His voice is full of love. When you look up from Seiji and into Satoru’s eyes, you see that it’s there too: the unconditional love for you and the sweet infant in your arms.

“For what?” The question comes out, but you’re sure you already know the answer.

But the second you ask, Satoru lifts you into his lap and you squeak. You knew he had always been this strong, but goodness. The amount is strength and ease he used to lift you made blood rush to your cheeks.

A sweet kiss on the cheek. “For being there with me.”

A sweet kiss on the other cheek. “For staying by my side.”

A long, loving kiss on your forehead that made you close your eyes. “For marrying me and being my wife. For giving birth to Seiji,” he mutters against your crown. “But most of all: for loving me. For loving me as I am, and for helping me become better. Better for you, for Seiji, and for myself. For helping me be a good dad for our son.”

Hot tears line your eyes from Satoru’s declaration of devotion and passion. You had no idea this was what you’d wake up from your sleep to. If you had known, you certainly would have prepared your heart just a little more.

“Oh, Satoru.”

You wrapped your free arm around his shoulder to try hug him. He helps, pulling you as close to him as possible, careful to not squish the cute sleeping baby between you.

“I love you, too. I love you so much, Satoru. We’ll always drive one another to be the best versions of ourselves. I’m your wife, and I’ll always be here. I have no intention of leaving your side. Ever.”

You share a slow Eskimo kiss, but Satoru’s lips mischievously steal a kiss anyway and it makes you giggle.

He glances down at Seiji, and then grins a grin that you means he’s gonna say something you’re going to smack him for.

“We make some really cute kids, don’t we? Wanna have ten more?”

Okay, no smacking. Sending him through several concrete walls should definitely suffice.

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[malewifeharem]

celebrity!danheng IL

彡- ,, a collection of my brainrots about dating danheng as diff types of celebs!

cw ⁞ none unless ur allergic to hot rich dragon fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ i put my whole badussy into this from 3 am till 8. i wasnt gonna write so much for my first post but ehe.

imagine dancer!danheng who lets you join him during dance practice. you sit quietly by the side while you keep your eyes on his sweaty, concentrated form. the song he chose blasts in the background and his sneakers squeak with each of his movements. he's dynamic, powerful, sexy and everything you could ever dream of.

sometimes he worries that you'll get bored (as if) so he glances at you occasionally to check on you. the way you flare up in embarrassment at his sharp gaze is just a bonus. you really question how you managed to woo a water dragon twice your age (dilf?) but you try not to think about it too much.

he mutters a breathy "thank you, treasure," as you hand him his bottle. he doesn't realize you smiling like an idiot as you watch him replenish himself, your eyes once again locking in on your boyfriend's ethereal features. his slick-backed hair falls across his face as he tips his head back, revealing his crystalline eyes — divine, tranquil and pure, just like a river — much like his love for you.

imagine author!danheng who dedicates all of his time writing about his one and only muse — you. in fact, he's been writing about you for lifetimes now — in every new lifetime you two share together, he vows to devote his time to only you. when he's writing, he reminisces about your past dates together and pieces his heart and memories together and masterfully fits it into a vessel. once he's done, he proudly sends it to the publisher and patiently awaits the day he can show the finished book to you.

"how do you like it?"

he asks as he curls into you closer while cuddling (aw im gonna eat him i swear), eager to hear your opinion. Although he knows you adore whatever he writes, he still wants to see the way your eyes crinkle as you shyly giggle at the parts you recognize from your own dates. he wants — no, needs — to engrave the sight and sound of you in his mind so he can write it in his next script.

god forbid if anything happens to you. after inviting you into his life, he finds himself unable to write any angsty or tragic stories — he wonders why.

imagine actor!danheng who invites you as an exclusive guest to the film set. he's currently filming for a romance drama which involves him and another actress acting out a couple of lovey-dovey scenes — nothing more than that. that's what you tell yourself as you cringe, your brain conjuring up an image of another woman kissing him outside of set. you push your seething jealousy aside till you're both back in the dressing room. he doesn't miss the way you refuse to look him in the eye as he casually discusses dinner plans with you.

"what's wrong, darling? if this is about my acting during filming, i'll reassure you once more: whatever happens on set, stays on set."

he gently tips your chin up so you're both looking eye-to-eye. he relishes in seeing you all pouty for him, he can't help but chuckle when he observes the slight glossy look of your eyes — they hold a possessive, feisty glint in them that pulls on his heartstrings in the perfect way. he sighs sweetly before pulling you in for a warm hug, his tail coiling itself around your figure — caressing your back and relieving whatever doubts and worries you held before.

"let's create our own scenes tonight, my love."

[thirtyknives]

Back Up Often, Back Up Local.

Hey kids, it's your local elder millenial coming at you live to remind you that anything on a cloud server or a social media network (including this one) is not to be considered secure. If you have artwork or writing you value, back up often, and back up local. Storage space is cheap, get yourself some USB sticks or an external drive and store that shit, or god forbid, if you're lucky enough to have access to an optical drive every so often burn a disc of archived works. There is no promise that an online server you post to will be there tomorrow. I've just learned that ello shuttered overnight and took down all the artwork stored there. It's no big one to me because I store local, but there's a lot of people who are hurting due to the loss, and I've been there kids. I did heaps of really interesting writing and artwork that I published on servers that don't even exist anymore. Even well maintained, well loved servers reach the end of their lifespan and are switched off, decommissioned, and or compromised. Power outages, natural disaster, the works - keep it in your own hands, and you know exactly where it is and what state it's in.

If you have questionable living arrangements or dangerous people around you that make your art or writing insecure at home, the next best thing is to email to a trusted friend and get them to download and store local.

Storing across multiple platforms is better than nothing, I guess, if you don't have that option - so Google Drive and Protondrive, multiple different email addresses (mail them back and forth) and private posts on networks on which you don't usually publish (Dreamwidth is still going strong and is actively involved in fighting restrictive social media laws - they deserve your attention).

If you write in Google docs, for the love of pterry back it up or post it privately somewhere else once it's done.

No one tells the young people, so I am going to - back up often, and back up local. If you live through your art, keep it in your own hands. Do not trust corporations to keep your shit safe for you, and remember - you can never have too many backups.

[pallisia]

you've mentioned a couple times about being perceived as a more "wholesome" artist and the complicated feelings that come with that. i just wanted to say, i've been a fan of your work for a long time, but i particularly remember being struck by lady of the shard when it was first published. it woke something really powerful in my repressed queer little brain at the time and i go back to reread it every now and again. so i've been really excited to see you venturing back into more adult work with solsov, and i'm glad you seem to be excited about it too. loic and ysme have once again rattled something around in my now much more queer much less repressed little brain and i'm looking forward to being fully blenderfied with the full game

that makes me happy to hear. thank you.

i was actually just thinking about lady of the shard in this context recently. the response to that comic was mostly very positive, so i don't mean to mischaracterize it on the whole. but when you look it up on google, "callout" is still the first suggested search...lmao. there wasn't even really "a callout post," so the search doesn't turn up anything meaningful, but i remember a few people expressed disapproval along the lines of "the author clearly condones" so-and-so, or "the author clearly has issues with" so-and-so.

it put me in a bad place at the time, but it's honestly just bizarre to look back on now. i dunno, man. lady of the shard is tame on the grand scale. i'm not going to say it's perfect, or that it's wrong to be uncomfortable with anything depicted in it (god forbid--that's what the content warnings are for) but i think the combination of even-remotely-weird sexuality with the tendency to see every "wholesome" creator as a mother hen provoked that kind of response. as many of the same folks now breathlessly praise baldur's gate, i have decided i am just going to write whatever i want.

sorry for hijacking your very nice ask with this navel-gazing response.

[simp4konig]

FLUFF SCENERIO

Reader with cuteness agression that bites and hits random things out of nowhere because they thought of something cute or see König

And it gets to the point where even he's confused on why we're hutting things and acting aggressive

OMG 😭😭

idk if i can do a wholeass fic for this hilarious idea but i can write headcannons??? 😳😳

König with a S/O who has ✨cuteness aggression✨ headcannons

This post is a COMPLETE contrast to the long-ass angst fic I published and immediately went to sleep after 😭😭 LOL a dose of crack and fluff after all that angst 👍

*No pronouns for reader aside from "You"

*Crackcannons lmao

• Imagine König's utter bewilderment when you started kicking wildly, punching the soft cushion next to you after he put his phone in your face and showed you a sweet puppy doing sweet puppy things.

...

• You had always had cuteness aggression. Simply put, seeing cute things made you instinctively act out. You couldn't control it! You'd go FERAL after seeing a wholesome video of some random cat online and start thrashing in your bed like an excaped lunatic asylum patient in restraints 😰

• To say König was confused would be an understatement. The man was SHOOK. 😨

• Poor König's immediate thought was that you hated animals, yet seeing your goofy grin and hearing you cackling like a maniac made him feel conflicted?? Like?? Schatz, are you okay?? Do you need an excorcist 💀

• When you told him, he wasn't relieved at all — if anything, he was really concerned? Like, you could hurt yourself doing that, please calm down 🥺

• Googling to learn more about this strange condition didn't reassure him either, as it revealed that a human's urge was similar to an animal's instincts, in the sense that it is in their primal nature to *kill* cute things so they stop being cute... ☹️

• It was safe to say König tried to manage your aggression, and limited your screen time.

• God FORBID the two of you ever got a pet in the future... He would be CONVINCED you'd suffocate the poor mutt when cradling it aggressively in your arms...

[olderthannetfic]

You know what? I'm really fucking tired.

I'm really fucking tired that, when it comes to producing medias, women are held at higher morality standards than men, and so are their female consumers.

I'm really fucking tired that we can't just enjoy shit without someone piping up with the MoRaL qUeStIoNs of what we're consuming and/or producing.

The Barbie movie comes out? It wasn't feminist nor intersectional enough. Its feminist message was 10 years out of date. Saying that Barbie is everything while Ken is just Ken mysandrist.

A dark romance book with a taboo couple is published? We didn't consider the implications of their relationship dynamic. We are supporting pedophilia/abuse/rape/whatever else.

Fanfiction as a whole? Supports bad morals. Moronic. Homophobic in its very nature, and mysandrist too because we have headcanons that emasculate men. Something to make fun of.

Why do men get to have their Walter White's, turn them into their personal superheroes and their "omg, he's just like me" but god forbid women say "What Amy Dunne did was wrong, but I get what brought her there"?

Why do men get to have their stupid, mindless fun, while we're here in the fucking trenches even for hobbies?

They get to have their Terrifier saga and their Barbarian* and their Mia Goth shooting a porn movie and then running from a serial killer without her top on**, but god forbid we don't overanalyze the structure and content of whatever dumb YA saga is currently trendy so that people know we enjoy it only ironically because we can't enjoy something dumb simply because it's dumb and entertaining.

Just let us enjoy our bullshit without constantly overpicking it. Not everything has to have morals, sometimes we can just enjoy stupid shit.

(This rant might've been inspired by a post I saw on Reddit of a girl who broke up with her boyfriend because she found out that he had a whole ass groupchat with his friends dedicated to sharing the link of her fanfics so they could make fun of her and would send her fucking hate comments too.)

*Barbarian was clearly inspired by the Josef Frizl case. You know, the one about the monster who trapped his own daughter in the basement and raped her for 27 years, forcing her to go through 7 births. In the movie, the result of these incestuous acts is a monster-like creature with superhuman strength and the brain of a peanut that has to be murdered so that the main character can go on with her life, because what's scarier than victims of rape?

**"Oh, but I enjoyed X!" Good, but that's not my point! I can assure you that, when the concept for the movie was pitched, in the section dedicated to "What audience does this product target?" the word "woman" was not mentioned once. It's a product made by men for men that women have taken a liking to.

--

[headspace-hotel]

Like to be honest I cannot read YA novels anymore purely because YA worldbuilding in recent books is so low-effort and bad.

I tried to read Witchlands and got through 2 books but I can't read a fantasy novel with exactly 3 imaginary animals (whose names explain what they are, because god forbid we momentarily don't know what something is). Children of Blood and Bone's fantasy creatures were like, "Lionaire" and "leponaire" and other real animals with funny spellings, and the super-powers were all just, the most basic and well-known powers with nothing interesting done with them. Both of these series get criticized for being worldbuilding-heavy when There Is Nothing There.

Like, I get it, fantasy is faddish right now and you want to appeal to the largest possible audience, and involved worldbuilding often takes a long series to fully explore, which publishers are unwilling to take chances on very often.

But I wish people would stop saying things like "no one wants to open a book and be hit with a bunch of words they don't know" and speaking like having to learn about the world in a SFF book is bad.

For one thing, it makes people expect to immediately understand everything that gets introduced, which is a vicious cycle because then of course they'll be initially uncomfortable when they read a book with actual worldbuilding.

And for another, it's just not true? YA books published in the era post-Harry Potter but before YA was really "codified" are often VERY heavy on worldbuilding. The How to Train Your Dragon series included 80+ dragon species. There were little info boxes with their descriptions and stats. Even Harry Potter had a lot of spells, terms, creatures and so on. Literal 8 year olds have no problem just...being patient about having worldbuilding revealed to them and existing with unfamiliar stuff being name-dropped.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I am so tired of the TikTok-ification of fandom. By this I mean the disingenuous reblog comments of "yassss, slay, bestie" that are a barely concealed ploy for the recipient to engage with your work too. The story didn't mean anything to you, if you even read it, you're just playing the popularity game.

I am so tired of the competitive nature of fandom, and how unsupportive others are. If you see someone is about to publish a fic or write for a certain character, instead of offering words of encouragement or helping to nurture their story, you rush to post your own. You have to be first, god forbid the attention not be on you.

I am so tired of the pressure to network, having to be up everyone's arse constantly. You're in so many people's DMs, how can you possibly hope to foster a meaningful connection with anyone, when you've got so many different conversations going at once? But it's not about that, is it? It's about making sure you're seen, that you stay relevant.

I hate the falseness, the pressure, the fact that it is more about cultivating numbers than honing your craft. Where is the passion for your craft? When did notes and follower count become the goal? We are writers, artists, not mathematicians.

I am insular by nature, I find what modern fandom has become so very stressful. I appreciate that the crux of this post is weighted in negativity, but ultimately for those that do take the time to engage with me in a meaningful way, who foster actual friendships, who care more about the story they want to tell than marketing their brand - you know who you are - thank you. You make this hellscape worth sticking around for. Please don't let what fandom has morphed into snuff you out.

Edit to add: this post serves as my own personal vent/commentary regarding behaviour of fellow creators in fandom that I have been privy to. It is not a critique of behaviour of readers.

[trollprincess]

So my hometown is building a community center, and some people are livid there’s going to be an LGBTQ+ presence. Since I’m not sure I trust my hometown newspaper to publish the letter to the editor I just wrote, I’m going to post it here with some names and whatnot redacted.

*

Dear Editor,

I am writing this letter in regards to the proposed community center, and the response which appeared in your newspaper.

My name is Jennifer. Many of you know me well. You went to school with me, you’ve worked with me, you know my parents or my brother. You know me as the bookworm who learned to cross the street just to get to the library, the bundled-up woman walking her barky beagle mix down Main Street, the friendly girl with the colorful hair who tries to smile at everyone she meets.

I grew up here. I remember buying penny candy and comic books in a store which burned down years ago, picking up groceries for my grandmother in another store which is now just a public eyesore, and writing my self-published novel in a cafe which changes hands only to fail every oher year. I have spent the vast majority of my life living in [this town].

I’m also bisexual.

The proper term may be more like pansexual. As described by a character on a certain sitcom, “I like the wine and not the label.” It’s the person I love, not the body parts. And in part, that might make me demisexual as well, meaning that I am only attracted to people after I get to know them well.

That last paragraph might be confusing to some of you. It’s not hard. I don’t like everybody, but I keep my options open. Better?

I questioned for years whether or not I was bisexual or pansexual or straight, but I was never - not once in my entire life - afraid that if I told my parents I was not straight they would hate me or reject me. I’ve got great parents. My mom and dad love me more than any words I could summon up can describe. And what’s upsetting for me right now is how many people in this town I thought felt the same about me, or about their own children, don’t.

I don’t remember when the people here became so cruel. Am I just seeing the past through rose-colored glasses? Probably. I don’t think I remember anyone here being so cruel and filled with hate, and then I recall my high school years in the 90s, when “gay” was the worst slur you could call someone. I don’t want to think that people I’ve known since I was in kindergarten have been bigoted all this time, but then a memory will slip through of some racist comment or grumbled slur someone I thought was a nice person I could trust said.

Now, sometimes, I’m afraid in my own hometown.

I shouldn’t have to be. No one should have to be. Hence, the community center.

Putting aside the LGBTQ+ community, this town needs somewhere where kids and teens can go. I grew up here and every time we came close to having somewhere to go, it would be snatched away in a heartbeat, only for the adults to wonder why teens were out kicking out the slats in the gazebo or burning the playground equipment. Go outside and play! Just don’t hang out here, or there, and definitely not downtown, and nowhere around people. And God forbid, not in groups.

A community center is something this town has desperately needed for decades. Decades. A place where we can go in the rain, where kids can go to hang out safely with our friends, and where we can learn about each other’s differences.

I’m sick of the cruelty I’ve seen in this town - from older folks, from people with inflammatory bumper stickers on their car, even from members of the town council. I’m sick of that cruelty not being called out by others around them because those people “grew up in a different time” or “are my friends, I can’t tell them not to say that.” I’m sick of living in fear of the cruelty of my own neighbors. I’m sure I’m not the only one.

Why is it important that LGBTQ+ people be included in the community center? For the same reason non-Christians should be included, and people of color, and others who are different. Because some of you are so ill-informed you think gay people are recruiting (we’re really not, although we appreciate you think we can agree on a grocery list, much less an agenda), that we’re grooming children to molest them (oh, if anything cut down the possibility kids in this town would get molested, it was tearing down most of the churches), and that transgender people are going to go around forcing people to be a different gender and cutting off people’s genitals (please stop thinking about other people’s genitals, it’s rude and gross).

Talk to us. Listen to us. We’re actually pretty nice. And not just us, but other people who have different life experiences than you. That’s the whole point of a community center - to learn, and to grow, and to become a better person by correcting the harmful beliefs you carry with you.

I’m going to close my letter with a quote from Waymond Wang, a character from “Everything Everywhere All At Once.” He said, "The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind. Especially when we don't know what's going on.”

Thank you.

[Yours truly, fuckos.]

[chronic-boogara]

𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟e 𝚢𝚘𝚞

i have been obsessed with J.D. over the past couple days so obv i need to publish a little blurb that i thought up. god forbid i don’t post for like two seconds.

jason dean x AFAB reader , MINORS DNI , smut , dirty talking , spitting in readers mouth

“Go on. Lick my cum off the floor. Since you don’t know how to behave this is what you deserve.” he spat, gazing down on you with a glint of sadist glee.

you wanted to beg. you wanted to plead with him. but you knew it was too late for that. your fate had been decided. reluctantly you nodded your head. “thank you j.d.”.

j.d. crossed one leg over the other. “that’s a good girl,using her manners. now follow directions baby, i’d hate for this to get..violent”. he regarded you as if you were a lower life form

slowly you stuck your tongue out ,craning your neck downwards and lapped up the puddle of his seed into your mouth. you silently thanked the universe that you had vacuumed your carpet earlier that day.

little bits of lints mixed in with the liquid leaving an uncomfortable itchy feeling in your mouth. you wouldn’t dare spit it out though.

“open for me baby”. he commanded , observing his work with pride. “god you’re disgusting. i love it”. jason gripped your jaw with a surprising amount of strength , digging his nails into your flesh. his dark eyes were observing yours, watching your every movement. just like a predator getting ready to pounce on its helpless prey.

he gathered saliva in his mouth and let it fall into your mouth. after doing so he released you from his iron grip. “my pretty slut..” he mused but only for a moment. “now swallow. all of it”.

obediently you followed his orders, opening your mouth again to show him that you swallowed every last drop.

“such an obedient little bitch”. he gently soothed your hair as you looked up at him from between his legs. “how bout i give you a reward for following directions so well? that sound good baby”?

[team--edward]

God forbid I use the peer review system provided. Really cool that all of you have all the time in the world to read every single fic published (like fr that’s not sarcastic, good for you) but I don’t. You guys are making a LOT of assumptions about me based on one sentence. Like please consider nuance when reading posts, not everything is a definite statement. Of course I consider summaries and tags, of course I don’t deem any fic “worthy” or not through numbers, of course I’ve been in small or new fandoms and totally abandoned my “stats”, of course I don’t just look at some numbers and scroll. Can I not enjoy fanfiction casually tho? Do I need to treat every time I read as some moral dilemma, making it my personal duty to read small fics? Like damn, I was just curious how yall go about searching for fics. It’s not that fucking serious.

[wetcatspellcaster]

hello! i have a question about finding time to write because i have an idea for an astarion fic but it's my first year in my ph.d. program and i am DROWNING IN WORK AND READINGS. how did you do this AND work on your dissertation? (also congrats on that!!! that's massive!!!)

hello, anon, congratulations to YOU on your phd programme!! many felicitations on the continuing of your education.

I took a while to reply to this, bc I'm not sure if I'm the best person to ask this question. my personal answer is 'hyperfixate on the dopamine source so, so hard until you burnout, and then feel guilty bc you haven't updated in ages (I'm currently one week since an update), and then let that guilt become your new motivator! :D'

...which doesn't seem very healthy. and definitely impacts my ability to answer the question in a way that is actually helpful.

so i don't have an answer, but my honest pieces of advice are below the cut.

idk what kinda PhD you are doing, but if it's a humanities, in my experience, there are dips and lulls. first year is always a bit hectic bc the imposter syndrome is high and you feel like you're treading water to stay afloat. but things will get so much easier, and will in fact go through peaks and troughs! in 2nd and 3rd year, i had months without any work at all. wait for a trough to do some drafting. if you're currently really struggling, then just sketch as detailed an outline as you can in a document when the idea is fresh, and then you can return to it in dribs and drabs when you have a spare moment. [if you're a scientist, apologies in advance, you have a much harder life than me!] .

this one isn't very burnout friendly, but i am introverted and treat writing fic like a hobby for when i have no social battery. then my fic battery runs out, i go be social. yes, this kinda just spreads the burnout around. yes, i also know writing is still work! but it doesn't feel like it, to me. so I guess make your fic idea as much about fun, and as least about work, as possible. make it into the catnip that will make you come back to it. treat it as an escape rather than another magnum opus, or god forbid, a second dissertation. .

this also applies to PhD work - again, if you are a humanities student, you'll inevitably hit a writing block in your thesis. these are normal, and though they feel like the worst thing at the time, they will inevitably shift. thesis writing block when i was often very productive with fic, bc my thesis wasn't taking up my brain power and/or taking time away from my thesis was exactly what i needed. If you're burned out on the thesis, maybe spend some time just playing around in your brain for a bit. my friend told me about how she used fic as a way to build 'mastery' - when she was depressed or feeling down about her thesis, she would do something she knew she was good at (fic), and this would lift her mood. in the self critical world of academia, sometimes a little fic positivity goes a long way (at least for me, but that's bc both my supervisors are very very harsh, the exact opposite of the AO3 comment box). .

find an update schedule that works for you. i used to write a whole fic before i published any of it, but that's become more untenable as my wordcounts get bigger and i need motivation. now, comments fuel me when i'm drafting. so honestly, if you think posting will add pressure, don't post. write it just for you. if you think posting is the only thing that will keep the idea alive, do it and then don't feel guilt if there's a large gap in updates. people will still read it when it eventually goes up! :)

Honestly, I don't really have an answer. I wrote a lot these last few months bc I was feeling very depressed with the endgame of my thesis, and writing distracted me and made me feel better. I try to keep two nights a week free for fic, but that works for me bc I'm an introvert who lives alone. I don't think you can force it, but what I can tell you is that the PhD does get much, much easier (and that first year is also a perfectly legit time to faff around a bit and commit some time theft if you want - at least in the humanities, bc you'll still have so much time in your project).

I'm sorry I don't have a clear answer! Fic is important to me, so I make time for it, sometimes to my own detriment. If your PhD is what is important to you rn, fic can wait! Similarly, if you want to take some time away from that treading water, maybe microdose an hour or so of fic to start building mastery :) xx