#don’t know what i was on last night

[suashii]

yandere!yuta who screenshots every picture you post on instagram and puts them into a little album on his phone to refer to every time he jerks off. you’re just so pretty and thinking about you isn’t enough — he’s got to see you if he wants to cum. if he turns into such a mess looking at you on a screen, he can’t help but wonder how good it would feel to have his hands all over you, to be inside you

[gothic-mothic]

Be true to me !

[ewwww-what]

Hey girl, what the fuck is your problem?

[cupiidzbow]

sorry i was thinking abt the movie again ummm he wants me so bad it makes him look stupid

[thebedroomblues]

DUBLIN NIGHT TWO (october 17th, 2023) RECAP:

-Miles looking up and pointing at the mirrorball while singing the lines "I stare up to the moon, and my lonely heart goes boom boom boom once again" during “One Man Band”.

-Alex reaching out for and smiling at a turtle plushie somebody threw on stage before they started playing “Arabella”.

-Alex saying: “Let’s hear it for Miles Kane! Wonderful.” before playing “Fluorescent Adolescent”

-Alex adding: “Do you remember? I remember…” while pointing at Miles at the end of “Fluorescent Adolescent” after the lights went out.

-Miles watching “505” from the side of the stage with Alex repeatedly turning to his right side.

-Alex singing “I Wanna Be Yours” turned to his right for the entirety of the song while walking to the corner of the stage. (After adding the line “I DON’T WANNA BE HERS, I WANNA BE YOURS” while the lights were out, the night before, in Belfast.)

-Alex pointing at Miles and then at himself while singing the line “I found out the hard way that here ain’t no place for dolls like you and me” and singing the rest of the verse directly at that side.

[carpisuns]

he makes amity throw up in her mouth a little every day

Riley’s OG wolflow on twitter here >:)

[presdestigatto]

i’m always concerned whenever we get more official lestappen-posting that that’ll be the last straw, and they’ll tone it down because surely the media attention isn’t nice, but they’re SO UNBOTHERED

[jazzythursday]

Did anyone else have the experience of reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell at the ripe age of 13 and relating to Cath because you read fanfic and had crippling social anxiety, and THEN eventually growing up to be a young adult who wrote fanfic and had crippling social anxiety, in your first year of uni and trying to finish your biggest fic yet by a specific self-imposed deadline at the expense of your finals assessments? Because boy do I have I story for yo—

I didn’t write fic when I read Fangirl for the first time—I didn’t write fic until the summer before my first year of uni, funnily enough—but seeing a character that used fictional worlds/relationships to escape the real one, who struggled in the same ways as me and didn’t so much as change by the end but grow and evolve was really special to me.

Rainbow gave me a little too much credit, maybe… I did not, unfortunately, get a Levi or a Reagan, nor do I have a spunky twin sister to reconnect with. It’s just me and my writing, my blorbos and my fandom friends—even now that I’m going through another fic deadline rush worryingly close finals in my second year, AGAIN—but I can’t help but think about how serendipitous it is that my life ended up mirroring a lot about a character that spoke to me so much as a tween.

I reread Fangirl every now and again and always, I think: oh, I feel like that. She gets it… which is maybe a little bit sad when it’s because you’re hiding in a bathroom for an hour because you’re too scared to go to the canteen, or crying because you’ve lived the whole first quarter of your life and you still don’t know how to talk to people, but even those times, being alone didn’t feel as… alone, I think, because of Fangirl.

I think about Cath when I’m on hour 6 of writing and I’m hunched over my laptop in the dark. I think about her when I put up fandom posters on my dorm room walls, or reply to fic comments, or straight up start crying because, besides fandom, I’m really lonely. (I think about her when I’m not so lonely too—when I talk to people and it goes ok, and maybe I can be person, actually).

I think about Cath when I’m scared. I think about her when I’m terrified and I just have to keep going anyway.

All that’s to say, I’m really grateful that Rainbow Rowell read so much drarry fanfiction wrote Fangirl, and I’m really grateful it was displayed at the front table of the bookstore I was in. I’m really grateful I read it, and related to it, and that I still do.

[rainbow-wolf120]

Cabin Boy: Pages 1-3

The first week on Razorbeard’s ship has been rough. No one seems to be too fond of Rayman. Hopefully he can prove himself worthy… eventually.

(No idea how long or how many pages this comic is gonna be so I shall wing it)

[potentialheartofdarkness]

Steve hates mornings. He hates the silence that echoes through his house when he wakes and realized that his parents aren’t there yet again. Hates the way his house always seems cold. Hates the way that every small sound makes him jump. Hates the way that the coldness seems to seep into his bones and gnaw at the edges of his heart, turning into something more lonely that he pretends doesn’t happen. Mornings remind him of the absence and loneliness of his life.

He goes to school, he hangs out with Tommy H and Carol, he meets Nancy. He spends less time at home, more time with them. The loneliness flows out of him, bit by bit it seems to warm him. He no longer feels cold all the time, but in the middle of the night when he wakes up and automatically listens for his parents it creeps back in. Mornings start to feel like hope.

He grows a bit more, learns to ignore it, to cope. Then the Upside Down happens, and he acquires a few new kids and more reasons to be afraid of things that go bump in the night. He dumped Carol and Tommy H, refusing to throw himself in their group of bullies any longer. At least he still has Nancy.

Then Nancy goes too, doesn’t love him. His heart doesn’t break as badly as he expected it to. Some part of him knew all along it wasn’t meant to be, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. He definitely got more drunk that night then he intended and ended up in a field with Eddie Munson of all people, hiding his tears and filling the silence with drunken ramblings. He didn’t see Eddie again after that night, minus passing in the hallway with a small nod. He hated that next morning with a passion, his head hurting and the inability to pull himself out of bed with a smile. He wanted to stay under his covers for eternity, but he had to see Nancy. Had to end it officially while they were sober. That morning was filled with self loathing and hurt.

Then Dustin brings him along for the hunt of Dart who ate his cat and Steve doesn’t have time to hate pulling himself out of bed. The cozy cacophony of blankets attempting to pull him back into a deep sleep. But he pulls himself out of bed, heads to Nance’s and runs into Dustin instead. He doesn’t really have time to hate mornings after that night, driving everyone home and getting home at the first light of day.

He meets Robin, things get better again. His house is full of kids all the time, his parents almost never home anymore. Robin takes up space in his room most of the time, nightmares and finding comfort in the solace of someone else. He doesnt feel as cold all the time, until they’re gone. The loneliness of his house returns when they’re not there but it’s easier for Steve to fight it now. (It still takes him ages to get up in the morning but he has something to look forward to)

Enter Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who had comforted him in the field at a random party, despite having never spoken to him before. Eddie Munson who had been on the run for murder, and faced it with a bravery Steve envied so badly. Eddie Munson who gave Steve a proper reason to wake up in the morning, checking his wounds after they pulled him half alive out of the Upside Down. Eddie who stayed in Steve’s house while he was recovering and would request Steve’s famous pancakes every day. Steve pretended to hate it, but he made them all the same. It didn’t take long for him to start looking forward to waking up, to seeing Eddie’s grumpy face and hands wrapped carefully around the steaming mug of coffee at Steve’s kitchen table. Eventually, Eddie had to leave. Steve started to dread the mornings, counting down to Eddie’s departure and if he wasn’t mistaken, Eddie did too.

Winter came around, and his house grew impossibly cold again. The first snowfall of the year made Steve want to stay in bed forever, curled into his blankets and the warmth of sleep pulling him back into his dreams. His embarrassing middle school dreams where Eddie was wrapped around him and sleeping soundly. In fact, he might never have gotten up at all if his phone hadn’t been ringing downstairs.

“Hello?” He answered it groggily, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and fully expecting it to be Dustin on the other end of the phone.

“Ah! Stevie you’re awake!”

“Eddie?“ His confusion grew more and he wondered if he was still actually upstairs dreaming.

“Yeah, yeah I know. Too early for me to be awake. It’s snowing! We have to go outside, Stevie. It’s tradition. Pleaseeeeeee. Red and Curly Q want to have a war.” Eddie whined into the phone, Curly Q being his current nickname for El based on the state of her hair, and Steve shook his head, breathing heavily through his nose in what could have been a short laugh.

“Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He hung up as Eddie cheered, and tried not to let his heart get the best of him. He made it to Eddie’s in record time, and after a quick snowball fight, which they lost. Definitely not due to Max, and El who did not use her powers to repeatedly hit Eddie in the face with a snowball, Steve followed him into his trailer and gratefully accepted the hot cocoa shoved in his face.

“Sorry I pulled you out of bed so early this morning.” Eddie plopped down next to him, nearly spilling his own hot cocoa in the process and Steve smiled in spite of himself. Watching him carefully as he pulled a blanket over their laps in an attempt to stave off any cold seeping through their clothes. Steve hadn’t felt cold in hours.

“Don’t worry about it man, I don’t mind.” And Steve found he didn’t, not when Eddie asked.

“Thought you hated mornings?” Eddie mused and Steve looked away, staring into the depths of his drink to avoid Eddie seeing his expression.

“I do.” He replied, taking a sip and wincing as the hot liquid scorched his tongue. He steeled himself for the words he knew he had to get out, the rejection he was expecting. “Just, not with you.”

He didn’t expect the shocked expression on Eddie’s face when he looked up to meet his gaze. Didn’t expect the hope to be buried deep in those brown irises. Didn’t expect him to want him as much as Steve wanted Eddie.

“Steve.” Eddie’s voice was questioning, warning all in one; if he continued he wouldn’t be able to go back. Eddie was giving him an out, but Steve didn’t want to take it.

“Id wake up early every single day if it meant I got to see you sooner.” Eddie kissed him over their hot cocoa, the blanket keeping them warm and the snow falling heavily outside. It was absolutely perfect, if Steve had to choose words to describe it. He stayed at Eddie’s that day, falling into bed together giggling and all smiles. It made him feel warmth spread throughout his heart.

Steve hates mornings. Hates the way he has to pull out of Eddie’s embrace, the light of day creating a glow Steve wanted to treasure forever. Hates the way he has to leave Eddie in their single room apartment, to go to work. Hates the way that he has to leave the warmth of their blankets, to go into the cold outdoors. Hates that Eddie sleepily clings to him, burying his nose in Steve’s neck and whispering for him to stay for just a few more minutes. Hates that he lets himself stay until he’s definitely late, and presses tiny kisses to Eddie’s face, replacing his body with their black cat so Eddie isn’t alone. Hates that he has to leave Eddie every morning, when he just wants to stay with him as a tangle of limbs and soft touches and whispered promises. Steve hasn’t felt cold in a very long time.

[gatheryepens]

first ever project complete

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Devastating news for all Kaito enjoyers out there, but he made it farther than any other v3 character so I’m proud of him anyways!!

[evilwriter37]

“I don’t want criticism of my fanfic” does not equal “My work is beyond reproach.” Those two statements have very different meanings. Believe it or not, but different words mean different things!

Saying you don’t want criticism of your fanfic is completely valid. The readers are strangers to you, who probably don’t have the credentials to be criticizing writing anyway. And not everyone writes fanfic to improve their writing or to practice writing. Most people write it because they enjoy doing so.

Don’t ruin that for them.

[nationalnerdsociety]

unfortunately for everyone, but especially my bank account, i have very poor self control and just ordered the cha cha cha mixtape on vinyl. did i have 50€ to spend?? absolutely not. this will be a month of pasta and pesto but alas, the käärijä brainrot won today