#that’s $5/1k words

[thorkidumpster]

I can’t wait for you to start e-begging again. Mooch. I used to love reading your fics, but you haven’t done that in how long now? You just beg online. You’re probably thrilled to have another excuse. You’re a sad, disgusting person that does nothing but take and you can’t even offer cheap smut in return. I hope everyone sees you for what you are and leaves you.

comms open at a quarter of a penny per word. i can only type with one hand so it may take a while and the story probably won’t be any good, i’m sorry. dm with questions.

i hope tomorrow is a better day for you, anon.

[nightmaretour]

Anti-technology people who insist they're not ableist crack me up. What about people who rely on machines to breathe, eat, keep their heart functioning, or otherwise stay alive? "Well not that technology, obviously!" Ok what about AAC users, people who use hearing aids, or otherwise use technology to interact with the world in ways they otherwise couldn't? "Not that technology, obviously." Okay, my mobile phone is my memory, my sense of time, my sense of direction when I get lost, my ability to contact someone when I need help. It is my personal freedom because without it I would need full time care and supervision. But yes, that technology, right?

I hate how technology is made and utilised under capitalism as much as the next guy, but to pretend that technology doesn't greatly improve the lives of countless people, or even allow them to continue being alive, is to be willfully ignorant to the existence of disabled people. A world without technology is a world where a lot of disabled people don't get to survive. Capitalism is the problem, not the technology. Technology can (and should) exist just fine without capitalism.

[raplinenthusiasts]

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[hayden-christensen]

NIKOLAI LANTSOV & ALINA STARKOV From book to screen | Shadow and Bone - Season 2 (2023)

nikolina appreciation week 2023 ♛ day one: fave quotes + day two: fave scenes [in/sp]

[tojiscrack]

sneak peak, 'liar, liar' chap.6 : junior year

liar, liar masterlist here:

he flinched when your voice rose once more:

"you're taking ap math?" you demanded, only just realising that he had one extra lesson than you, yuji and nobara. it was at the very top of the table, labelled 'period 0'.

"don't give him an opportunity to act more pompous than he already is," scoffed nobara, looking uninterested. you did not comment on how she still peeked over the sheet when she thought you weren't looking.

"wow," yuji began, looking pleasantly in awe at megumi's hefty schedule. he leaned back in his seat, careful not to pull himself too far back in the event that he might fall off. you secretly wished that he did, if only to stifle your current shock. "so you'll start the day earlier... won't you be exhausted when we get to football practice?"

that was a good question. since coach yaga had stubbornly given both megumi and yuji spots on the school's football team, it had since been announced that practice would take place every day after school unless otherwise mentioned. with megumi's mornings starting earlier than the rest of you, and his days finishing later, he was bound to be torn down with tiredness. although he acted like a robot all the time (eat, sleep, make a rude comment about you, repeat) he was still a human who needed rest. more school meant more social interaction. more social interaction meant a drained megumi. things would only go south from there.

he shrugged at the question.

"i'll be fine," he answered, unbothered.

you disagreed. "you'll die —"

"— revive me with your mermaid abilities then —"

you hoped you pinched him hard enough to bruise. 

"wait," you said, halting your attack on him with a slow frown. he took the opportunity to rip your hands off his ribs and shuffled away from you. you ignored him, sliding down to sit hip-to-hip with him. "if you do ap math in the morning, we can't walk to school together."

for the third time that day, megumi snatched back his timetable from you.

"good luck," he said. "you cross the road like you have nine lives."

"you basically just told her that you wouldn't care if she died," yuji intervened, quick to jump to your defence despite the many times you would argue with him too. 

"this is what happens when you hype him up," said nobara, pointing at him with enough aggression, any outsider would probably assume that he'd committed blasphemy — you liked to think he had. 

"i'm surrounded by idiots," you thought you heard him mutter. 

liar, liar masterlist here:

notes: guys, this is the chapter AFTER the (unreleased) chapter 5. thought i'd feed it to you 'cause i don't have a sneak peak prepared for chapter 5 itself, and this was sitting in my drafts, unattended. and cuz it's been over a month since the last update (and will take another month to actually complete and release a new chapter) i thought i'd give you guys SOMETHING rather than nothing :)

[teabutmakeitazure]

i know i simp for the guy but i would love to have ratio as my professor because this man would genuinely listen to me as a student and give me an extension on my assignment if i've been in the trenches (the big sad)

[notsohehehahanow]

time to post my byler fic!!! /j

[bunnyreaper]

one bad day away from starting a poll like do you like me? am I good enough? will you remember anything ive written?

[queer-boo-radley]

i love writing (crying)

[mymelodyisme]

Every time I type a word I feel like this Beyoncé gif

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!

[voiddemon]

normal kirby drawings where nothing is strange or wrong

[dnffics]

Burns Like Smoke, Sweet Like Honey

by copperfic

Rated M, 3.8k words

Tags: 5+ 1 Fic, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drunk GeorgeNotFound

Summary:

George doesn’t drink much, but he always gravitates to Dream when he does. or five times George calls Dream drunk and one time he’s drunk with him

[aria0fgold]

A spell for warmth, a spell for comfort, a blanket for silence.

Morgana paced about the room, he's all alone again. Well, that's to be expected when Ren is now going about his usual schedule of hanging out with other people after school, it's always a good thing to deepen his bond with others. And quite frankly, Morgana prefers that right now, to be alone. It helps, the silence, allowing his thoughts to be loud enough for him to think everything through properly. Though now'd he think about it, even with Ren around the silence still lingers, considering how he isn't much of a talker, yet despite that, it was warm. Silence blanketing him in a warmth just by the presence of someone else he trusts and care for as a friend. One of the first friends that Morgana even had ever since he woke up in… this form. A cat… How useless.

They defeated Okumura, accomplished their mission and now all they have to do is wait, like always. But the feelings of self-doubt doesn't vanish just as easily as that, the feelings of uselessness that lingers even though a day or two had passed. He mostly had been pushing such feelings at the back of his mind the past couple of days, the air around them is still somewhat tense, with the public believing in the Phantom Thieves more and more. It isn't just them waiting on Okumura's change of heart now, but the majority of the public too. Not to mention having a new addition to the team means some readjustments in strategies and training so that Haru could get used to it all. There just hasn't been time for Morgana to focus on his feelings at all. Was there even a reason to?

He'll get over this in the future anyway. Right, he can prove to everyone just how helpful and useful he can be in the future! There will be more opportunities then! So there's really no need to linger on it… Really…

Morgana huffed, in the end, he still feels a bit heavy.

He then heard the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs, that might be Ren, so Morgana stood still, shaking his head and took a deep breath to compose himself. It'll be fine, he shouldn't worry Ren about this.

“You're bac—”

Ah. It's just Kaito.

Kaito laughed, “Whoa, I never thought I'd see a cat quickly shift expressions from excited to disappointed in seconds!”

Morgana sighed, though it only came out as a huff. Well, at least this time he didn't mimic Ren's voice.

“Heeey~ Cat got your tongue?” Kaito teased.

Ugh, Morgana doesn't have the time nor the energy to deal with this. Kaito can't even understand him so what's the point in speaking? It'll only come out as meows so Morgana can't even just tell him to shut up or leave him alone. This is the worst, he'd rather talk to Ryuji instead.

With another huff, Morgana tried his best to glare at Kaito before turning around to lay on the cough, curling his body into a ball and putting a paw on his ears, he knows it's useless with how sensitive cat's ears are but muffling even just some of Kaito's voice is enough for him and maybe, just maybe, it'll come off as a clear message that Morgana doesn't wanna listen to him at all.

Seconds pass in silence.

A moment, and then another. And yet… Morgana can still feel someone's gaze on him.

UGH! SERIOUSLY JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!

Morgana stood and quickly turned to face Kaito with the intent to hiss and bare his teeth, much like an annoyed cat would, it'd be obvious then, right?

But… he stopped midway.

Kaito still stood by the stairs, a serious expression on his face, it was rare for him to have such an expression when he's always smiles and tricks. His eyes were focused on Morgana, scanning his body from top to bottom, what is he looking for exactly?

“You—” Though Morgana knew only a meow would reach Kaito's ears, he couldn't help but try to speak anyway.

“Are you upset about something?” An attempt that was cut-off by Kaito's sudden question.

What… What is he—

Kaito's lips curled into a small smile, one that strangely feels genuine, not unlike the others he had which only felt like… a mask, “Eheheh, I don't know. It just feels like it. You're a smart kitty so I thought that maybe… … Say, can I sit next to you?”

. . .

Morgana doesn't really know what's happening anymore. Kaito is enshrouded in one too many mysteries, possibly even more than that Detective Prince. How can he figure that out when he can't even understand what Morgana's saying in the first place? Just from body language? Of a CAT? …Aren't all cats supposed to be easily irritated and annoyed?

. . .

Morgana huffed, he moved over to the other end of the couch, allowing space for Kaito to sit down on.

“Thanks!” Kaito sat down, seemingly making sure to leave out enough space between them.

“So… Hmm…” Kaito put a hand on his chin, deep in thought, most likely figuring out on how to cheer up a cat.

Morgana can't help but feel slightly moved by that.

“Uhh… I don't really know how to cheer up a cat. I don't even know what you're upset about.” He chuckled, “I doubt I can even figure that one out!”

A beat of silence pass, though strangely it wasn't as cold as before.

“How about…” He grinned, flicking his hand, a red rose appeared seemingly out of thin air, “some magic tricks?”

Morgana huffed, in his head he wore a smirk, such an expression not quite easily done on a cat's face, “What other magic tricks are there anyway?”

After all, Kaito has done at least a number of it already whenever he's around them. He seems to really enjoy doing it.

“Oh? Is that possibly doubt towards the many tricks up my sleeves?” Kaito wagged his finger while clicking his tongue, “Never doubt a magician's tricks, smart feline!”

And with a toothy grin, Kaito stood up, opening his arms wide as he announced, “Welcome to Kaito's special magic show! I'll be sure to make you smile, my furry friend.”

Morgana huffed, in a friendly mocking tone, as a means to take up Kaito's challenge, and another as a way to say “Cat's can't smile, dumbass.”

“Ehehehe! Keep your eyes peeled now! You don't wanna miss a second of this after all!”

Frankly, Morgana's problems still lingers, something he'd have to deal with in the future. But despite that, he didn't feel as heavy as before. In the comfort of the couch, Morgana watched a magician weaved spells in the form of tricks, all to cheer up a mere cat. And maybe, that's all Morgana needed today.

[moonsiemoon]

september 5 - prompt: train - 833 words

@jegulus-microfic

James leans his head against the cold window of the Hogwarts Express, watching the rain pour down. The road to Hogwarts is long and they just departed. He couldn’t sleep for a minute last night because of excitement. Because he hasn’t seen Regulus for a whole month and now they’re breathing the same air James is about to burst from the thrill but he tries to play it cool. He mumbles that he is sleepy to his friends sitting with him in the compartment and closes his eyes slowly. 

James is almost asleep when he hears the door bangs open. He jumps in his seat, eyes wide open. He glances at the door and sees him. His beautiful baby, standing by the door, bewildered look on his face. He looks lovely, like he always does. His black hair, which has gotten longer during summer, is tied behind his head. His eyes find James and they stare at each other, unable to look away. James tries really hard to not jump on him right here, right now in front of his friends. In front of Sirius. Regulus looks at him with such yearning in his eyes that it kills James inside. They break their eye contact with the sound of Sirius, pulling themselves together.

“This compartment is occupied, as you can see,” Sirius says sternly, looking at Regulus and then rolling his eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Don’t stand there, your idiot friends are not here.”

“Yes, I-” Regulus starts, his gaze now fixed on Sirius. “Yeah, I’ll leave.” He says and leaves them alone hurriedly.

James’ eyes are still fixed on the door, where Regulus was just a second ago. He calms himself before he stands up and runs after his lover. He has to endure the deprivation of Regulus just a little more. He spent a whole summer without him, even unable to send a letter. 

“- like I don’t understand him. He doesn’t say a word to me for, Merlin knows how long and he just burst into here, standing there like an idiot. What was he even shocked about? He’s so weird, it drives me crazy.” James hears Sirius rant about his brother. He just nods his head, unable to form a sentence, unable to think anything besides that he just saw Regulus, he saw him, he was just there and he couldn’t even touch him. It’s like he slipped away from his fingers.

As James goes mad with a poker face, he locks eyes with Remus as Sirius continues to rant about his brother even though no one is listening to him. James and Remus have an understanding. They are not as close as him and Sirius, and Remus have an obviously different relationship with Sirius, even though they choose to stay oblivious. But they understand each other and can communicate with looks only. Remus was the first and only one of his friends who understood there was something going on between him and Regulus. They didn’t even talk about it, but they didn’t need to.

Remus nods at the door turns to Sirius with a smile on his lips and whispers something in his ears that makes Sirius smile shyly. Sirius whispers back to him and Remus looks at James and nods again. Sirius will be distracted for a while before he decides to search for James.

James stands up and leaves them, Sirius probably isn’t even aware that he left. He quickly walks through the corridor, his heart thudding rapidly. He knows Regulus likes to travel alone to the Hogwarts, so he searches for the empty compartments. 

He opens one of the doors with the hope of seeing Regulus in this one, and there he is. He looks up from his book to eye James, licking his lips. James closes the door and walks to Regulus swiftly, and Regulus is already on his feet to welcome him with his lips. They kiss softly, there is yearning in their kiss. It’s not like their kisses where they pant into each other mouths, with hard, desperate bites. No. There is time for that. Now they just kiss with longing, craving. They just need to have one another close, nothing more. 

Regulus breaks the kiss to breathe and sits down, tugging James along with him. James holds him as they sit, Regulus fits perfectly in his embrace like he was made for him, and him only.

“Baby,” James whispers into Regulus’ hair and he kisses his neck softly. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” He breathes and Regulus looks up at him, his pupils blown and there are tears in his eyes.

“I think I have a hunch,” He chuckles and wipes his tears away. He smiles to himself, the cutest smile James has ever seen, and tangles his arms around James. James takes him to his lap and caresses his cheeks, playing with his hair, kissing his beautiful face. Regulus closes his eyes and lets James hold him.