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[likepraying]

7-11 run | oneshot

pairing: guy x honey summary: first meeting between guy and honey... or at least my interpretation. warnings: none! wordcount: 1,004 note: i know this took so long to release but here you guys go!!

You weren’t the type to go to 7/11 at three in the morning. However, the guy you talked to about Star Wars for around six hours offered and for some reason a slurpee sounded great right about now. You didn’t know why saying yes to him was so easy but you were sure it had to do with the way he smiled at you and the look of hope that was in his eyes… You could probably say yes to anything he said at the moment. 

The reason you two met was because of this dinner party. You were at the point in your life that people did dinner parties, which you didn’t even know if you were the best candidate for. Someone from your class invited you because her boyfriend was a culinary major and he wanted to do something for the sake of practicing his skills. Plus… you couldn’t remember the last time you had a meal where you had all five food groups. More sad to admit in your head now you think about it. 

Still, you expected to see a keg and some dudes with shirts off… Okay, maybe you weren’t the biggest party person and you didn’t spend time outside of your dorm other than for work. You didn’t want to talk about it. The dinner held around fifteen people and all of which you could communicate with, except for this girl named Kayla which was rough. Most of the time she wanted everyone to pay attention to her but you didn’t have the patience for that so you just ate your food and talked to others. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live with her. 

It was a good meal. A wonderful array of different types of tacos. It was traditional style tacos with fish, veggies and chicken with some rice that was so good you had to take home. As well as the tortillas and a good amount of salsa. Your mini fridge will be thankful for actually being full for once. But the guy who sat next to you asked about you. He was interested in what you studied, what your hobbies were, why you specifically hated the Return of the Jedi when it was the best of the original series. You couldn’t understand Guy, you wanted to so badly but you couldn’t get him and that’s why you probably stuck around with him this evening. 

Your window gets rolled up as he finally turns on the air conditioner in his 2014 Subaru outback (that of which he named Steve Irwin) and you smell the royal pine air freshener once more. You two had a debate about that one too. 

“You know what would be totally crazy?” Guy’s voice breaks the long and lovely silence you were having.

A sigh escapes from your lips, “Yeah?” “If you like… stay at my place and we have a sleepover.” “...What?” “You heard me, dude.”

“Guy. I cannot spend a night at your place.” “Well! News for you, babe, it's actually three right now so you’re not exactly spending the night.” Guy counters but it only makes you close your eyes. 

“I cannot. I got work.” “Great. I’ll drive you to your dorm and then I’ll take you out.” You sit there in the passenger seat, tempted to just shake him. You hear his marble-sized brain shake around his head but you don’t. You bite your lip before shaking your head, “Fuck it.”

“YEAH! Sleepover at Guy’s!” He screams out before you  are swerving to the right and pulling to the 7/11. 

“I hate your driving so much, oh my god.” You say, holding to either side of the car, bracing as if you were going to crash. 

“Hey, I deliver pizzas for a living. I gotta get there fast or else they get a free pie. I can’t have that.” He turns off the ignition and steps out of the car. Before you have a chance to open the door he runs over, sliding over the hood of his car and opens up the door. With a huff he smiles, “Hey girl.”

“Never say that again.”

“No! It’s the Ryan Gosling meme!” “...Where do you get so much energy?” You ask. “It’s the H in ADHD.” He smiles back at you before gesturing to start walking with him as he closes the door after you climb out. 

The worker doesn’t even bother to look up from his phone screen as the both of you enter. The humming of the fridges and the slurpee machines fill the silence and already the two of you are giggling as you try and race each other to the machines. Guy hip-bumps you and you’re thrown off your course. You watch him grab a big gulp cup and fill the cup in every flavor. His giggles only make you question whether a demon possessed him. 

Slowly in your frightened state you grab a medium cup and begin to fill the cup with coca-cola and cherry and the man snaps up as if he just remembered what he needed to get. 

“The Airhead rainbow things. The sour things.”

You watch him furrowed his brows in confusion as he tries to remember the name of the candy and you feel laughter bubble in your throat before it escapes, shaking your head and you speak once more, “You are ridiculous.”

“Yeah, that’s right, honey! R-I-D… Uh…”

You look over at him with a raised eyebrow and he stares back at you with puckered lips and shakes a finger, “Whatever. I need the candy. You can sit here and judge me for not knowing how to spell ridiculous but I want snacks.” 

And he was off to another aisle. You grab a straw and feel yourself smiling more than planned. You didn’t know why you didn’t tell him not to call you anything. Especially “honey” of all things. But you could get used to him calling you that. You could be Guy’s honey.

[thepeidstrategist]

Life will test the depth of your commitment, it will be so bad that the only option you will want to consider is giving up! You will find reasons to let go and truth is the reasons are valid but true friendship/relationship is tested through conflict and crisis. you know who values you when the going is tough and that where connections are made and pact is sealed. when you stay through hard times, you do not need to tell me you are a true one. thats why people say action speaks louder than words. some of the people yoou have in your life are only as good as the words they say....... when you build relationship, commitment is the fundamental building block,its the core of the whole thing. why marry a man/lady who is not committed to what you share. The wedding ceremony will not last forever, divorce is high because peoe have forgotten what it means to be committed. Commitment means i will stay through the storm, i will fix it when its broken, i am not leaving until we get better and the pain is worth it as long as we will smile in the end. . . ... #TheQuoteBook #FrankWrites #excerpts #consultant #coach #HRanalytica #TheGreenHub #iAMEwoma #potasoup #investor https://www.instagram.com/the_ewoma/p/Bu1zoBcnwsp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vx050afdrmwd

[quilloftheclouds]

hi- could you add me to the taglist of the mirrors rifts?

I’ll add you now~ Thank you so much for your interest! <3

[fckfrris]

Sensing a few minutes of silence between them, Ferris asked Lennon out of the blue. “Dude, have you seen Bridgerton?” His finger mindlessly swiveled the spare pen he has against his face, possibly leaving a little ink mark against the edge of his lip. He scoffs a bit as he tries to hold back a childish chuckle. “That shit’s wild horny. The fuck-”

@frankwrites​

[tabbydrafts]

I don’t often draw but when I do... I draw a lot.

This is all from my July Camp NaNoWriMo project, Aurora Hearts. The first image is the iconic bit from b99; the second is a draw the squad meme that no amount of reverse google searching will tell me where it came from so if someone knows so I can credit that’d be GREAT. 

The third is just based on a joke that one of the characters makes in episode one.

Aurora Hearts taglist:  @ditzysworld, @shadescrawls, @goldlikealexander, @frankwriting, @wildswrites, @julia-writeblr

Learn more about Aurora Hearts here or join the Discord server here!

[thearchangelwrites]

@frankwriting dyed his hair, I just make aesthetic images out of it. 

[tenderweather]

The Damsel’s Blade

➵ Clara Sands is not your damsel in distress.

Her whole life she’s tried to follow her father’s wishes of marrying a rich man. Marry rich, become rich, and give your father that money. It’s an easy job, every man loves Clara.

Ha! Yeah, right, they only like her for her looks. They only want her so she could do all the housework and give them heirs. But that isn’t who Clara wants to be, and she’d rather die than marry a rich man who will only use her as a toy.

That’s when she meets Kenji Moore. Well, she had to save him first, a monster was chasing him and Clara wasn’t an evil person. But, oh, the realization that hit when she saw that she had saved the legendary and prophesied hero! She, Clara Sands, had saved the strongest and most popular man in existence!

It only made sense that she immediately begged him to let her join his mission. She needed to escape from her dad, needed to escape from all the men that wanted her for her looks, needed to live! And who’s Kenji to say no to a desperate call?

Setting off on an adventure to find the all powerful sword Cassandra, Clara finds more than what she seeked. What’s a good story without romance and sword fighting gays, after all?

➵ @frankwriting @lucamused

[kingswriting]

hi please have this really dumb ugly powerpoint

i just... Love these two so much

tagging: @5schemes @fantasy-shadows @ditzysworld @hellsigns @kentwrites @frankwriting @cupofmarcee

[likepraying]

transmasc! listener x lasko moore

Swimming was always a tough situation for you. You wanted to go to the pool party. It was a way to get to know Lasko’s friends. From which you heard stories about but they were intimidating to even stay in the same vicinity for too long. The looks you got at first led you to think that they all hated you. However it wasn’t until Huxley came along did he pull you into a tight hug that made you question if your ribs were crushed or not. You asked for the bathroom and you were led to a small but cute bathroom. The tile was darker, making it contrast to the off-white paint. It kind of reminded you of coal in a fire. 

But the mirror. The mirror was killing you slowly. This would be the first time Lasko saw you without a binder and covering you was just a loose t-shirt to help with the Californian heat. Lasko wasn’t judgemental, he would never be disgusted with you. But the feeling that buries deep inside you, that this was not the body that made you happy was getting to you. If you weren’t happy and confident, what would Lasko think of you then?

You stared down at your chest with a sour face, trying to pull your breasts back to imagine the flat chest you want. The flat chest you deserve. It wasn't cheap, top surgery. It was pricey and insurance barely covered as your company viewed it as a cosmetic. Which was great, really. Like you just wanna take off your boobs for funsies. Right. 

You hear laughter outside the door, one that seemed to follow a snort. That was Freelancer. A knock came to the door and Freelancer’s voice was heard, 

“You okay? Don’t mean to rush but I do have to take a piss, and I don’t want to use a bush, you know?” 

You scramble to put on the shirt and yelp out a sorry. How long have you been contemplating here?  

“Shit. Sorry!” You open the door and you become face-to-face with them. A smirk grows on their face as they look down and you feel the embarrassment grow in your cheeks. 

“Damn… Didn’t know we got a second hunk in our group. Warn me next time with those guns.” They say, poking your bicep before stepping to the side to enter the bathroom. 

As they close the door, you stare down the hallway and wonder what the fuck they just said to you. Muscle wasn’t a thing you had, right? Were they prominent? You didn’t know and it’s not like you could ask for clarification. 

You scratch the side of your head, holding your towel close to your chest as you make your way back towards the living room. Everyone seemed to be outside, enjoying the pool and starting on the grill. But you stood there, unable to move your feet just a moment longer. You’ll surely get looks, right? Everyone knows you’re trans, but this just made it obvious and made people question and… It was too much. It was all too much. 

You wanted to be okay with everything. Your eyes glance back over at the wall, photos of people seem to be spread around the walls. One of Lasko and the rest of the crew reaches your eyes, his smile never falters. There was that swelling feeling in your chest. 

Your hand reaches up and you open the slide door. Walking through with heavy steps you look to see two eyes on you. Damien who was by the grill with a neutral face and Gavin who had a… confused look. He knew, you told the whole crew about this. Why was he all confused? Gavin soon got up from his lawn chair, strutting over with a raised brow, 

“I can feel you jumping from your skin…” He muttered close to your ear, and you only narrowed your eyes, trying your best to deflect. His hand went to your shoulder and his arm followed suit, “What you’re doing is nerve racking, but you also look very good. I don’t say that lightly, dear.” 

“It’s not-” You begin, but the words fall short as his eyes meet yours. His words were true, he meant it. He nods a bit before pinching the cartilage in your nose.

“Good. Listen to me… and do whatever makes you comfortable. No one here will say anything." He squeezes your shoulder and urges you forward. 

The persistent heat beats down on your head and you look down and over at the pool. Lasko floated in a floatie, glancing over that same smile grows on his lips and he flips out of the floatie. Falling into the pool, he rises to the surface and flails around,

"Hey! Look at you!" He shouts out, the two of you meet at the edge of the pool. His hands find their way to try and touch your ankles, to pull you closer. 

"Hi." You say, kneeling down and combing his wet hair back, "Is it okay if I join you?"

"Uh– yeah! Yeah. O-Of course!" He drifts back to make some room. You slowly slip into the pool and the first thought you have is cold. Despite the heat, the water was still cold. You shiver but slowly dip your head under to get used to the temp. 

His smile is still there as you pull yourself up, “I…I just think you look nice. Good. Hot? Hot. You look hot.”

“Hm… Okay, trying to soften me up?”

“N-No! No. Yes? Kind of? I just–”

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, “I’m teasing, Lasko. But thanks.”

“Yeah… Yeah, of course.”

The grill clangs as it closes and Damien walks over with a raised brow, “You guys are adorable but move. I’m jumping in.”

Huxley’s laugh bellows out throughout the space and there was a splash towards his direction, “Yeah! Come on in!”

Water splashes around, your hair getting drenched once more and the only thing you can do was smile. Smile withouth any meaning. 

And maybe your mind was rude often, but for once you knew that it was kind because these people were perfect for you. And maybe that was all you needed.

[wildswrites]

tagged by @kentwrites tagging @frankwriting @eluari @claudethecloudqueen @liorasophie @lakewrites

[4everfinalgirl]

Sorority House Massacre

Sorority House Massacre Review #slasher #horror

I sit down and decide it’s time to watch a horror movie. As I’m scrolling through the menu and I see the 1986 Sorority House Massacre. A slasher movie as well as an 80’s horror movie. What could go wrong? Apparently some things can go wrong. Photo Credit: Concorde Pictures Released: Oct 10, 1986Runtime: 74 minsDirector: Carol FrankWriter: Carol FrankActors: Angela O’Neill, Wendy Martel, Pamela…

[frankwritercamisetas]

https://www.latostadora.com/frankwriter/1/1/

[likepraying]

personal interps of the listeners (at least what i have so far): SHAW PACK LOVERS

angel: angel julio chavez, a first gen american, his family lives down in san diego. HE'S ALSO MEXICAN. but yeah my interp david is half white, his mother was mexican so he doesn't have much exposure to his culture, angel helps a lot. (i hate the canon of angel not knowing how to cook, I REFUSE) i cannot remember if erik had said where dahlia is on the california map but i believe it is north because he describes cold weather. angel is bisexual and 5'6", he's also cis.

babe: barbara "bobbi" carter-thompson, a black american and she's transfemme! she's from austin originally but wanted to move to the west coast because it's always been a dream. bobbi is REALLY into baking, more into it than she lets on, her dream is to release a baking book for people that really want to try and get into it; a beginner's book if you will. my asher interp is white so i think a lot of the time bobbi has to expand his palette. she's unlabeled and 5'10"!

sweetheart: maria aldana, a puerto rican new yorker that moved to dahlia only because of her abilities. her family comes from a long line of magic users so it wasn't such a surprise. she owns a very old car, like homie is on it's last breath every time she tries to start it, it makes milo nervous every time he enters the car. she's bisexual and 5'7" and also cis.

tank: jamie woods, a dahlia native and has been with the shaw pack crew for a big chunk of their life. they're genderqueer and don't fuck with labels. jamie has plenty tattoos all over their body, and a few piercings here and there. they are a part-time mma fighter.

[tenderweather]

the night owls of daytime and other nonsensical paradoxes

- > INTRO

Neil Baker feels like he’s living in a game. A game that resets every day, repeating the same coffee orders every day. It’s boring, it’s soul sucking, and most of all, it’s not worth living for.

Atlas LastName is having the worst day of his life. First his boss fires him, then he almost runs over... something, and now he just got turned into a vampire. Hurray, what a day to be alive! Or not alive? Either way, Atlas has had enough.

What happens when these two strangers with no purpose find each other? What happens when one suggests a road trip, a change, a new way to live? Will they find what they’re looking for? Find something entirely new?

Or will this story end early?

- > TAGLIST

@brookswriting @frankwriting @a-forest-of-cryptids @kentwrites @drowsy-quill