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[nocasdatsgay]

for the fanfiction writing asks- 6 & 36 :)

HOW DID I MISS THIS???

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Just as she fell asleep she realized he sent her love back.

36. What fic are you proudest of?

Oh that’s a question isn’t it 🫣🥴 I was just thinking about my most underrated one today 😂

Probably Letters which Elain goes through the letters Lucien sent her over the year(s) in order to help him after Koshei cursed him.

Mostly because I felt clever and I felt I captured Lucien well

Ask game here.

[deandoesthingstome]

Y'all. There is a Warhammer store on the way to where I'm going for the next few days.

[ladythespera]

i propose that instead of tie breaks in tennis (not that that looks likely today 💀💀) they should just let tsitsipas’ dad and djokovic’s dad duke it out with pool noodles on the sidelines

[baileyboo2016]

i wanna do one of those “guess my favorite link” polls but like…is that even a question 😭

[killingbill]

maybe I’m homoromantic bc I have the innate human desire to bond and mate or be attracted to that which I don’t relate to all that well.

[seastarlily]

The main cast of “SpongeBob SquarePants” as drawn by their voice actors.

First row: SpongeBob SquarePants by Tom Kenny, Patrick Star by Bill Fagerbakke, Squidward Tentacles by Rodger Bumpass

Second row: Sandy Cheeks by Carolyn Lawrence, Eugene Krabs by Clancy Brown, Sheldon Plankton (perched atop SpongeBob’s head) by Mr. Lawrence

BONUS VIDEO

[megslovesbooks]

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[herembers]

At work the other day I Very Stupidly decided to open this cursed app to the ‘for you’ section and beheld a long detailed and thoughtful description of L’s junk.

I was betrayed. By ME. I did this to myself!

[faunandfloraas]

The triumphant (?) return of daengyang school. bonus:

[konigsblog]

crazy, how the majority of my haters are either hypocrites, or are just straight up LYING. lmfao, i've written rape before and i apply appropriate warnings, but i've never ever written PEDOPHILIA. 😬

their username on tumblr is @asgardswinter, they have continuously mentioned me on their blog. it's literally creepy and clearly obsessive, lmfao, and lying about me writing pedophilia is real fucking weird considering they don't apply any further context or include any evidence to back up this claim...

i'd appreciate it if you reported their twitter account or blog for like harassment 😮‍💨

[ambrozjas]

hiiii could i request sfw sleeping w/ dallas or just relaxing w him in bed 😛

“can you, like, crank your body temperature lower? you’re like a fuckin’ furnace.” a thick new york accent hit your ears, an accent that could belong to someone no other than dallas winston. despite his snarky comments and jabs, he had you snug against his side with an arm wrapped around you and his head turned to the side, his one act of compliance. he knew you hated when he blew smoke in your face.

“i’m not a robot, dal.” you stated calmly, your eyes still closed as you didn’t feel him stiffen under you. if he really had a problem with it, he would’ve shoved you off a while ago.

he simply huffed. you hummed as it got quiet for a bit, the only noise radiating off of the small television in the front of your room as it played an old recording of ‘the andy griffith show’, which dallas only sat through because you liked it so much.

even though he had claimed to hate the show, it never failed to have him sat in front of the tv with his eyes glued to the screen. he claimed it was because, “there’s nothin’ to do ‘round here” but you knew dally. that was just a ruse, another way of accepting a part of you into his life slowly but surely, breaking down the walls he had so carefully placed after sylvia had penetrated them with her unfaithful behavior.

dallas always had an itch, an itch he could never scratch. he wasn’t sure what for or how this itch developed. all he knew was that he needed to scratch it. one way to look at it is; just like someone who couldn’t put sunscreen on their back, dallas could never reach this itch. no matter how much he smoked or stole or got thrown in the cooler, he could never scratch it.

dally could also never shut up.

“at least change this thing? i can’t stand watching—“

you groaned and flipped over out of his grasp, covering your ears and returning back to your fetal position as he chuckled. dallas liked making you tick. it was like a dog cocking its head at a strange noise, he watched you with intense eyes as he studied your facial expressions. dal always took mental notes, even if you didn’t think he did.

dallas leaned back against the assortment of pillows you had displayed on your bed, eyes still glued to you and a smile still evident on his face. maybe you could scratch this itch that dallas always craves to scratch, maybe you can complete the empty space that remained in him. maybe he’d actually give you a chance, he thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stip because why do i always add these metaphors that don’t maje sense in my writng

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[candyheartedchy]

Working on the comic on the side and the contrast of these two panels is sending me.