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[chaoskirin]

More Reading Comprehension Stuff

I didn't want to hijack that post I just reblogged (partly because it was first posted 12 years ago) but this is kinda what I'm talking about when people post writing "rules" to follow.

Writers homogenize their writing, readers lose reading comprehension, and writers homogenize their writing even more.

Many years ago, some genius decided that readers just don't see the word "said" and so writers should ONLY use "said" so that the word disappeared in the writer's mind.

This isn't based on any data I can find. There was no study done on this. Some writer said it, and other writers picked it up, and now apps that help you write highlight any dialogue tag that isn't "said" and tell you your a demon for using it, if you don't change it RIGHT NOW you'll spend your life torturing hatchling tortoises in hell, and no one will ever read your book.

I see the word "said." I see it a lot. In fact, I see it so much that the book itself starts to seem repetitive. Because "said" is a fucking word, and if you use the same word over and over, people fucking notice.

But unfortunately what happened is that because a whole lot of high profile social media "experts" told all writers to only use "said," they started doing that and then readers forgot what other descriptive dialogue tags meant.

So you get randos like the OP of that 12-year-old post saying that they just DON'T UNDERSTAND. where is the "SAID." you can't HISS. You aren't a SNAKE.

My whole writing career, I have soon SO many people try to post or propagate writing "rules" that just make writing so bland. And the weird thing is, sometimes they contradict each other. For example, even though you always have to use the word "said," you're not permitted to use an adverb to describe the verb (because adverbs are sins, don't you know?) and so you get things like:

"You'll never get away with this! As long as I live, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN," Villain McVillain said.

To me, that's boring. That's not creative. That's just one step up from reading an instruction manual.

You have to strike a balance between "said," unique dialogue tags, and no dialogue tags at all. You have to mix it up to help the flow of the story. You also have to do what's right for your story. There is no hard and fast rule in writing.

Except one: Never use the word "ejaculated" as a dialogue tag. That one's on the books, people.

[nyandereneko]

Snowflake

Word Count: 600 Summary: “Eyes forged from the same gold as the sun found solace in the dark depths of his feline companion’s midnight gaze, and the retired Adeptus promptly enveloped his partner in the confines of his needy embrace.” Author’s Note: Switching gears a little because I just got back from a con and also things are really bad brain wise right now, but that latter point has nothing to do with why I swapped prompt lists. So, I found this other yume event on twit and I figure I should post in both places, so new prompt list for the next 12 days it is! Thank you for reading as always!

*****

The freshly formed flakes that heralded the first snow of the season flitted down from the dense sea of clouds eclipsing the rich blue expanse of day. It was a tranquil, crystalline display that never failed to steal one’s breath away. Nova was no exception as she watched the brisk breeze whisk a few puffs of her frigid exhales away in its current. Her star-flecked ears twitched in delight as some of the lingering bouts of fog drifted through the air, their haze punctured by the twirling, swirling crystals that continued cascading down from the frozen, heavenly expanse above. 

“If you’re not careful you’ll catch a chill out here,” Zhongli greeted as he joined his partner on the porch of their humble countryside abode, settling one of his lined and layered coats around her slight, shivering shoulders. “Enjoying the view?”

“Of course I am!” she enthusiastically replied, pulling the lapels closed over her chest. “Even more so now that you’re here,” she added, bumping her head against his arm and nuzzling the sleeve as she guided the appendage into her hold.

The ex-Archon took pause and blinked deliberately at her words, finding himself simultaneously amused yet stricken by them. A wave of self-conscious warmth seeped up his neck and bled into his porcelain cheeks like ink dyeing parchment, and the woman found herself enchanted, mesmerized, incapable of tearing her eyes from the riveting sight before her. Zhongli was a masterpiece, her masterpiece, the light and love of her life that she longed to spoil and cherish with every ounce of her being.

If she could have assimilated him into herself, perhaps she would have. And if he could have been assimilated into her, well, perhaps he would have eagerly submitted himself to such impulsive whims.

Soft, steady fingers traced the curve of her ear before diving into the swimming strands of her radiant locks, rolling and wrapping and running them through his smooth, lithe grasp. Nova sighed contently and relaxed against her partner, nuzzling his sure, love tinged touch as a low, distinct purr rumbled in her throat. She snaked her tail around one of his legs, allowing the fluffy tip to tap and twitch freely against the silky fabric of his pants.

The Exuvia extended his free hand, offering it to the wintry winds as he captured some of the finicky, fleeing flakes in his waiting palm. Melting in the warmth of his touch, the fresh liquid soaked into the thin cloth of his steaming glove. Eyes forged from the same gold as the sun found solace in the dark depths of his feline companion’s midnight gaze, and the retired Adeptus promptly enveloped his partner in the confines of his needy embrace.

“Shall we move our viewing party back inside?” Nova suggested through shaky breaths as the gilded man’s lips brushed the back of her ear, trailing down until he transitioned from fur to skin. She could feel the prick of his fangs poking playfully at her nape, and the stinging heat that bloomed in her cheeks only made her want to hide away. But there was nothing she needed to hide, not where Zhongli was concerned. “If you’re still worried about catching a chill and all…”

“Well, I do have a fire and some warm tea waiting in the parlor, if you’re feeling so inclined,” he replied as the warmth and fluffiness of his own feral features tickled her cheek. 

“That sounds wonderful,” she agreed as she slipped one of her hands into his own, pressing a kiss to his soft ear before leading them both back inside.

[gutsby]

Diehard

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.

Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse | Word count: 986

Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.

He didn’t think he’d almost kill you in the process.

“JOEL!” you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.

The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after two—and usually one—big O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.

Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourself—Joel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.

Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.

“Just a little more, honey,” he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, “Want my pretty girl nice and full’a me before she leaves, okay?”

Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memories—something to hold you over until your next visit home. You would’ve liked to mumble back, ‘Okay,’ but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.

“My sweet girl,” he grinned, “She likes that, huh?”

You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasn’t indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.

Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.

It was almost like you didn’t have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joel’s cock sank deeper.

“O-ow!” you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.

“You can take it,” Joel grunted.

The double entendre wasn’t lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.

But when Joel’s finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you weren’t entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.

It wasn’t fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joel’s palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.

Instead of answering, you whimpered.

You didn’t want him to stop, but you also weren’t sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.

“Can’t what?” Joel pressed, a little more sternly.

Another whimper. Inside, Joel’s cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.

“Use your words.”

“Too— too—”

Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.

“Too what? Tell me, baby.”

You’d get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.

“Too much,” you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, “Toomuchtoomucht—”

Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.

“That sure don’t sound like the safe word to me.”

It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. He didn’t need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joel’s thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.

And again.

And again.

Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You might’ve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.

Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joel’s grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:

“Please don’t ever take that fucking pill again.”

[theloveinc]

I also like the idea of Bakugo coming home from a long, overseas mission only for you to be surprised when you meet him at the airport cuz he’s twice as beefy and four times more scary looking.

[emloafs]

Idk to me this looks like a promo photo or a poster for a sitcom about a group of friends in their 20s

[thejudeduarte]

Wylan chapters have some of my favourite quotes ever 🥹

"Wylan summoned every bit of bravado he'd learned from Nina, the will he'd learned from Matthias, the focus he'd studied in Kaz, the courage he'd learned from Inej, and the wild, reckless hope he'd learned from Jesper, the belief that no matter the odds, somehow they would win."

- Crooked Kingdom, page 427

"Until this moment, Wylan hadn't quite understood how much they meant to him. His father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn't keep out of the red. But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if he'd had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose."

- Crooked Kingdom, page 334

"His father had wanted Wylan to vanish. He'd wanted them to disappear the way he'd made Wylan's mother disappear, and for a long time, Wylan had wanted the exact same thing. That had all started to change when he came to the Barrel, when he got his first job, when he met Jesper and Kaz and Inej, when he'd begun to realize he was worth something."

- Crooked Kingdom, page 422

"We were all supposed to make it."

- Crooked Kingdom, page 510

"Wylan wanted to be brave, but he was cold and bruised, and worse- he was surrounded by the bravest people he knew and all of them seemed badly shaken."

- Crooked Kingdom, page 315

"He had no illusions about why Kaz had looked out for him, but he also knew he never would have survived this long without his help. And Kaz didn't care if he couldn't read. Kaz and the others teased him, but they'd given him a chance to prove himself. They valued the things he could do instead of punishing him for the things he couldn't."

- Crooked Kingdom, page 322

Wylan just looks up to them and loves them so so much it makes me sick 😭😭

[writeouswriter]

I love how ominous such basic names like "The Organization" or "The Institute" or "The Initiative" or "The Facility" or etc. are when placed in like a shady sci-fi context, like there's no reason for them to sound that suspicious, but without elaboration, it's like here is a place where they are doing things™ and I am like ooohh, because the blank state, the refusal to give you any more detail makes you think they're hiding something on purpose and leaves the darkest corner of the imagination left to fill in the rest.

[r-u-living]

The waffle incident took place on the 17 of June. The day Captain Ghafa should have docked for two weeks. Alas her ship was caught in a storm so her crew had to dock at a Ravkan port.

Kaz Brekker was reported had waiting at 5th harbour for three hours before he dissappeared and burst into Wylan Van Eck's estate where Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey and a recently returned Nina Zenik.

They had been eating waffles waiting for Captain Ghafa and Kaz Brekker so when he picked the lock and kicked down a door to yell "INEJ ISNT THERE!" in the voice of a panicked teenager who's crush just texted them "Wyd?" Nina Zenik snorted waffles out her nose. Not much is known apart from that but we do know that a waffle ended up on the ceiling one on Mr Brekker's face and several in the garden.

The group was later heard arguing with snippets such as "No Jesper you CANNOT eat the waffle that is stuck the the ceiling." "Nina Zenik is that a strawberry in your hair?" "Wy I regret to say that WAFFLE FIGHT"

Several stadwatch were called to the scene but when the arrived the place was spotless and nobody was home.

It is still unsolved.

[chaoskirin]

Meadow + Patience

Here's a little snippet from a short story I'm working on!

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Meadow would be the first to admit he didn't understand patience. It seemed like a silly concept; a faun should expect everything to happen immediately and precisely when they wanted. None of this waiting!

And yet he understood—somewhere in his constantly wheeling mind—that Luka would require this "patience." That she wouldn't be rushed, nor harried, nor prompted, nor sped, nor hastened, nor pushed, nor any of the other words he'd just researched on his terminal to describe how he wished things would go at this very moment.

"I don't think you can use 'scampered' as a verb. Like, 'She won't be scampered.' Doesn't make sense," Meadow said to a blackbird sitting on a nearby cactus. He shuffled around in his pouches until he found a pinch of sunflower seeds. He couldn't remember putting them there, but he supposed past-Meadow wanted to be prepared for everything.

The bird hopped down onto his hand.

He beamed. "Ah! You're tame. That shouldn't surprise me. I think I'd like everyone, too, if they held out chocolate for me all the time. I mean, this isn't chocolate, but I guess it's the same to you."

[nyandereneko]

Spare Blanket

Word Count: 701 Summary: “With a reassuring smile and a confident squeeze of the hand, Nova followed Qifrey’s lead as the pair set off to find a cozier nest to settle into for the night.” Author’s Note: Day 5 of the prompt list I’ve been working from, Qifrey brain descended out of nowhere but I’m not complaining lol. Thank you for reading as always!

*****

She always seemed to catch him dozing in the most peculiar places. Slumped over a chair in the kitchen here, passed out at the drawing table there, squirreled away in who knows what kind of nook that she just so happened to be passing by at the time. As the hushed hours of night settled over the remote atelier, Nova could hear subtle notes of the evening’s ambiance ebb and flow through the halls, suffusing the air, caressing her ears with the comforting hum of the surrounding wilderness. The crackle of a fire or the stirring of pots had developed into a similar kind of comfort for her, much as she’d come to recognize the distinct rustle of a certain witch’s robes or the deft glide of his nib staining parchment.  

Qifrey wasn’t as transparent with his exhaustion as his warmhearted Watchful Eye tended to be, but Nova was more than shrewd enough to notice which days seemed to hang over him like a cloud. And that didn’t even account for the episodes of agony that struck him from time to time, symptoms of some insidious malady that she was still somewhat apprehensive to treat. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help him, more that she suspected he may end up resenting her aid more than he appreciated it. It was easy for him to justify her intervention in the moment, but when the fog cleared she wasn’t as confident as he seemed to be that his gratitude was genuine and unwavering.

Magic wasn’t the only thing she had to offer him, of course, and apart from playing his occasional partner in crime she took it upon herself to look after him to a certain extent, as much as she safely could. And as much as he would permit, stubborn as the snow-haired witch was. Sometimes that took the form of something as simple as covering his sleeping shoulders as he slumbered at his workspace—much as she was doing now—being careful to extricate some of the more uncomfortable items from beneath his resting head as she fussed about. She closed up his books, compiled his scattered notes, and neatly stored his arsenal of tools for casting. She didn’t dare to encroach upon him any further as he slept, more than aware of the depth of discomfort and agitation he tended to exhibit when someone invaded his personal space without warning.

But just as she was turning to leave, something unexpected snagged her wrist. The woman let out a startled yelp, fur fluffing up like she’d been shocked, and she buttoned her lips as swiftly as she could as her cry faded into the air. There was no doubt she must have disturbed the fatigued witch’s rest, but much to her own surprise Nova found a weak hand halting her retreat as a single bleary blue eye observed her over the soft curve of his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I was just—”

“I believe I’m the one who owes you an apology,” he corrected between yawns, releasing his hold as he sat up and stretched. “It wasn’t my intention to catch you off guard, I’m sorry for startling you.”

“No apologies necessary,” she replied with a smile. “However, I think you’d be more comfortable if you found somewhere a little softer and warmer to rest.”

“Am I to assume you have some such place in mind?” he asked with a playful edge, and Nova cleared her throat and swept a horde of unproductive thoughts into the darkest, dustiest corner of her mind she could find.

“Not necessarily, but it’s not like there’s a shortage of cozy places to curl up in around here.”

Qifrey rose from his seat, swaddling her in his cloak as she gasped and yielded to his embrace. “Let’s see what we can find, then, shall we?”

Nova simply nodded her agreement. She didn’t think she had the strength to voice a coherent reply, but her gesture of acknowledgement was more than sufficient enough for him. With a reassuring smile and a confident squeeze of the hand, Nova followed Qifrey’s lead as the pair set off to find a cozier nest to settle into for the night.

[just-v]

The thing about nobody going after Tory is another case of “because the writers said so.”

That’s it.

Realistically, Robby and Amanda would have 100% gone after her. The reason they didn’t is just because the writer’s wanted to move the story along.

I think there’s plenty of out-of-character things that go on in CK, but I think this is the thing that bothers me the most

[hawk234]

Every like this gets,I'll put your username on a paper with "HAWKMETRI IS REAL" written on it. By a certain date,I'll hang it up at a local building

[emloafs]

in barcelona daniel and johnny rent 3 hotel rooms because do they even charge students anymore?? like no. so they have no money. larusso auto is funding them.

it's one room for the girls, one room for the boys, and then one room for daniel and johnny - all with two full size beds because that makes the most sense logically and financially. so sam and devon each get a bed to themselves, and the four boys are crammed into one room.

demetri makes it a point to not share with eli and continue to ignore his existence, so hawk, already expecting it at this point, beats him to it and asks to share a bed with miguel. so robby is with demetri.

miguel and robby have just about had it with the binary bros bickering by the second or third night so they decide to Meddle (a reoccurring theme this season)

they're like if WE share a bed then they'll HAVE to share a bed whether they like it or not. so one night they get back to the room super early and claim one bed, turn the lights off, and pretend to sleep. demetri gets back to the room first and he clocks it immediately, but robby and miguel are "sleeping" so he grumbles and just decides to go to bed.

hawk gets back to the room last cuz he's up late training and is so confused and then he also is like actually fuck miguel and robby for this i hate them. buuuut he's so exhausted from training and he just wants to sleep. so he cuts his losses and gets into bed with demetri.

demetri, petty and iconic as he is, does not acknowledge him and just steals all of the blankets to his side. and they literally wrestle for them but eli gives up and just sleeps with nothing and is cold. they whisper fight but eventually fall asleep.

when they wake up in the morning, they're spooning and completely cuddled together.

(robby and miguel wake up first and take a thousand photos of them. they consider it an absolute win)

[wicked-jade]

Christ, there's still a week until the new season starts, and I am already so, so tired. I think I am officially too old for discourse.

Like, I love this fandom. I really do. But I think we need to collectively step back and take a deep breath.

In every single interview I've watched, Ralph has seemed genuinely excited about his storyline this season. Do you really think he would be okay with them trampling all over Mr. Miyagi's legacy? He has always been insanely protective over the original movie as a whole, and that character in particular. Billy, too. They've always emphasized how important it was for them to honor both Mr. Miyagi and Pat Morita.

Look, I'm not saying there's no reason to worry. It's Cobra Kai, of course there is. They've made plenty of bad decisions that I strongly dislike. (Baby plot, anyone? Drunk uber-ing?) As a general rule of thumb, I keep my expectations low. Like, buried under the basement low. But I do have faith that both Ralph and Billy would draw the line if they really believed this storyline was disrespectful to Miyagi's character.

And Ralph certainly wouldn't be talking about how rewarding it was for him to play.

Also, not for nothing, but the title of that yahoo uk article that's going around was click bait. Not to defend Jon, Josh, and Hayden - god knows I have my own problems with them - but they never actually say it's 'important to tarnish Mr. Miyagi's legacy' in the interview.

What they do say is that Daniel has always put Mr. Miyagi on a pedestal, and that any tarnish whatsoever on his mentor/father-figure is going to shake his confidence and maybe change his perspective going forward.

They also say that while the things he learns don't necessarily sound good at first, he doesn't have the full story. Maybe I'll be proven wrong but I really don't get the feeling that they're going for "Mr. Miyagi was secretly EVIL all along" or anything like that. More like Miyagi was a good man who had flaws like anyone else. And what made him great is that he didn't let those flaws or his anger or whatever mistakes he might've made in the past define him. Which, if well done (Yes, I know it's a big if) could be a really touching character arc for Daniel to have.

Because no one is perfect, and he's holding both himself and everyone else (along with Mr. Miyagi's memory) to an impossible standard.

And honestly, that would be a good lesson for a deeply flawed character like Johnny to learn, as well.

[rosie-tyler]

The world if Cobra Kai was written by the Cobra Kai cast

[laniidae-passerine]

Oddly for a sequel show, Cobra Kai is putting far too much weight on the original TKK film. They keep acting like this is teenage Johnny and teenage Daniel going toe to toe, but these are adult men. They should have lived adult lives and processed adult experiences and emotions before getting to the beginning of Cobra Kai’s story. Why can’t Johnny ever seem to grow up in a meaningful way? Why does Daniel keep chucking his healthy wealthy family life to the side to get involved in random ass karate shit? Why do they refuse to truly mend the fences between them? I understand showing trauma affecting them and TKK being an important moment in their lives, but the show acts like that was THE important moment in their lives. Nothing was bigger or more life changing than that (basically a high school karate tournament that happened one time) even though they’re decades past it. These characters aren’t truly allowed to be adult men grappling with the past, they’re written like stunted teens who are simply walking through some strange daydream life where they’ve got kids and jobs. And if the writers don’t ever treat them like adults, they’re never going to act like it nor will they ever grow in meaningful and permanent ways.