#will they see the light of day? doubtful

[theswordmaiden]

The Knight of Tarth 💚⚔️

sharing some of my favorite Bri pics instead of posting my finished stories? I think so. she's just so handsome. (:

[chirpsythismorning]

I’m gonna be honest, I’ve been preparing myself for byler endgame. However, I have not been preparing myself for fans’ reaction to the downfall of milkvan. Like just thinking about it makes me sick. It is going to be absolute chaos.

[wyverncult]

wolf & lamb

[dannysilas]

Ryan being canonically autistic would genuinely make a great storyline. Like Homelander would be flabbergasted, and he'd almost find it embarrassing. He'd blame it on Becca for sheltering Ryan, or on himself for not being there to raise him. But he'd try and make himself understand anyway, because even though it's kinda humiliating that his own son has some kind of a "defect", he still loves him and wants the best for him. He'd need constant reassurance from Ryan that things aren't too loud or the lights aren't too bright or there aren't too many people around. Vought would want to make him some public symbol of disability (think a lot of very questionable "autism is my superpower" kinda shit i.e. becoming the Brave Maeve for neurodivergent people). They'd make him go to charity events for disabled kids or visit special ed schools, and they kinda think they're helping him but really they're just setting him up for a meltdown/burnout which, especially for a supe, is gonna be dangerous as fuck. And like the show's dealt with misogyny, racism & homophobia, but not a lot for ableism. There'd be people who think he doesn't deserve to have superpowers, or deserve to be Homelander's son at all. He'd be bullied on the internet and called slurs in public. Or he'd be overly babied and patronized and he can't do any interviews or whatever without being asked about his autism because that's the only thing people both know and want to know about him. He wouldn't be Homelander's son, he'd be Homelander's autistic son. He wouldn't be a supe, he'd be an autistic supe. He would not have autism, the autism would have him. The autism would have this kid's life in a fucking chokehold and even Homelander would be like damn we shouldn't have told anyone.

[brandoncarlo]

Fuck it I'm writing fic and you can stop me.

[caldobestial]

seethin’

[ultimatepeter-man]

“Incandescence”

The amount of heat coming off him is intense to look at. Peter holds up his hands to block it out as much as possible, squinting through the incandescent white light to make out the figure hovering in its center.

“Nova!” he shouts, shading his eyes with both hands “Nova, it’s okay, you’ve got him.”

The closer he gets the harsher the heat becomes and the hotter his suit gets. His skin is beginning to sting, burning as the spandex melts. Anymore and it’ll cook him like a wrapped-up turkey.

“Nova! You can turn off the light show, it’s okay! You did it!”

He can make Sam out now, but just barely. He’s hovering in the air, the power of the Nova Force emanating around him, pulsing like a living thing, as he stares in the direction the villain went down. Shoulders hunched, breathing heavy, he’s turned away from Peter, fists balled tightly at his side. His chest heaves, deep and laborious, expanding in a way that made him seem bigger than he is.

“Nova?” Peter says, backing up uneasily. “You okay?”

Slowly, Sam turns around and Peter’s spider-sense jacks up from a buzzing alarm clock to a howling fire alarm.  The eyes of Sam’s helmet glow a bright, painful white, and Peter’s eyes water just by looking near them. He takes several more steps back, fists coming up to his chest.

“Sam?” he tries again, but it’s small in his ears.

Sam cocks his head to the side, like Peter were a creature he didn’t understand, then takes a step towards him.

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I was rifling through some of my old files and this was a Spideynova drabble labeled “Evil Nova.” I have no more context for what it was supposed to be outside this, but I think brain control might’ve been involved. 

[schrodingers-romy]

How imma sleep after writing 700 of the worst words I've written in my entire life

[lemongogo]

i need 2 stop drawing static stuff . white bg . front facing pose. <will do it again

[heartbrake-hotel]

I just want BDE to hold me; cradle me in his lap like a baby while he reads to me as I lay my head on his chest. Is that too much to ask for?

nonnie.. NONNIE.!! i wish you could hear the wistful sigh i let out reading this. i'm kicking my heels and twirling my hair about Big Daddy every chance i get 💌

just wanna curl up with him anywhere - in bed, on the couch, in the backseat of the car - wherever he is, wherever he's already comfortable, that's exactly where i wanna be.. 💓

[also i was just rambling i didn't mean for this to turn into any aCTUAL writing but.. uH 👉👈 yah sure whatever it's a blurb now ig]

wanna sneak up and slip into his lap while he's got that pretty nose of his buried in a book, disrupting his focus for only a second as he holds his book away to make room for you while you get comfy. his arms wrap securely around you once he's sure you're done moving, holding you tight, keeping your bodies flush as he reopens the paperback in his hand.

what follows is a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of sorry, didn't mean to bother you, just wanted to sit with you a little. go back to your book, and he hums a little absentmindedly in response as he keeps reading. you're pressed so close you can feel the rumble of it deep in his chest.

you busy yourself with nothing in particular, playing with the tuck in his shirt sleeve or the fringe on his jacket, occasionally running your fingers over some of your favorite parts of him: the plush swell of his belly or thighs, warm and strong underneath you; the soft slope of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, sometimes even reaching up to trace the ridge of his brow or the line of his nose. never for an extended period, just long enough for him to register and relish in the gentle touch. you wouldn't think he even noticed, too absorbed in his reading, except for how he squeezes your waist every time.

eventually, you sigh and wriggle in his arms, and he immediately drops them and clears his throat, faking that he's unaffected at the thought of you getting bored and leaving... but you're just sitting up a little higher in his lap to adjust your reach. you pout a little in discontent at the loss of his sturdy closeness so tight around you and pull his arms back where you want them. the barest hint of a smile on his face is given away only by the slight blush that colors his cheeks as he chides himself for bein' foolish, but it immediately widens to a cheshire grin as you begin running your fingers softly through his hair instead.

you don't know how much time passes like that, both of you content just to soak in the others' presence, before he speaks. wan' me to read out loud to ya, baby? his voice is quiet and sweet - not shy, per se, but like he's savoring the moment, like he worries you might get up anytime now and he wants to appreciate you here, snug and lovely in his arms, while he's still got it. you just nod in response, knowing he can feel it. he nods once, too, throat working as you watch his pillowy lips begin to form the words.

he thinks he's being surreptitious, but you're not so distracted that you don't notice how he flipped back to the very beginning of the book - a ploy to spend more time with you, but you don't mind one little bit. you hide your answering grin in his shoulder, sealed w a kiss pressed there, into the warmth of his body underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.

his voice is a little hoarse, at first, from slight disuse, but the longer he reads, the smoother it gets, the rich ebb and flow characteristic of his extensive vocal range becoming apparent. his cadence is lilting and musical in and of itself, so much so that you almost aren't listening to the words in favor of focusing on the sound.

the more he reads, the more comfortable you get, your fingers moving down to twirl in the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. soon you find yourself sliding back down into his lap even further, to settle more firmly against the breadth of his chest. you can feel more so than hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. you've never felt so safe and loved as you do right here with him, and you know he knows it.

before long, lulled by that feeling, you find your blinks growing slower and your head growing heavier. you lost the plot of the book long ago, too distracted by his delicious closeness to keep track of the host of details, but now even the white noise of his voice is blurring in your ears as you drowse in his arms. not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya, little? he chuckles, his fond amusement audible. you grin a little but don't open your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as you settle more firmly against him. that, mr. presley, is for me to know and you to find out. now keep reading!

anythin' you say, honey.

[skeptiquewrites]

10 First Lines

tagged by @wolfpants (post), @teeteringpileofunusednotebooks (post), @the-starryknight (post), @maesterchill (post). Thanks friends, I love seeing these!

I couldn't pick so I'll do 5 of my last published works, 5 WIPs. Published 1. The first time they were mistaken for a couple was a week before their second year of Healer Training. - A Little Time 2. Dear Malfoy, Have you ever told a lie that spiralled completely out of control? - Yours Truly 3. “He was the last person I expected to see in the entire world, you could imagine." - Lights Down Low 4. Harry had been looking forward to napping at his desk since no one at IntCoop would bother looking for him before the next round of bargaining began at three and would likely continue long into the night.  - Thrice Bound 5. Every Saturday morning is the same. - On The Shore WIPS 1. Aunt Andromeda says an idle Slytherin is trouble, a pack of idle Slytherins is a criminal conspiracy waiting to happen. - Winner Takes It All (Draco/Harry) 2. Contrary to popular belief, Percy was well aware when something was dull. - Started Out With A Kiss (Percy/Oliver) 3. Minister-elect Kingsley Shacklebolt brings an all-star team to the Wizengamot for a second term in government. - Crossed Wires (Draco/Harry) 4. There was a Prophet story about a special mirror at the National Magical Institute of Scotland that allowed you to talk to yourself at fifteen. - A Little Bit Closer (Cho/Hannah) 5. The closest Draco ever felt to absolution was this. - Moments (Draco/Harry) What can I say? I like a one-liner.

Tagging @elskanellis @goblinmatriarch @floydig @mintawasalreadytaken @oflights & @ghaniblue. Only if you'd like! I've lost track of who has and hasn't been tagged.

[not-snowpoff]

“IT’S OKAY HUMAN! YOU HAVE BEEN SO BUSY FACING NEW CHALLENGES AND OVERCOMING DIFFICULTIES. THERE WERE SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO GIVE UP OR NOT TRY BUT YOU PERSISTED AND STAYED DETERMINED. LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED! DON’T JUST BRUSH IT UNDER THE RUG, SILLY HUMAN. EVEN THE LITTLE THINGS WERE STEPS TOWARDS BIGGER THINGS AND YOU SOMETIMES EVEN MANAGED TO MAKE GRAND LEAPS FORWARD, IT LOOKED REALLY COOL WHEN YOU DID THAT, NYEH HEH HEH! SO PLEASE, REMEMBER TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOU ARE MAKING PROGRESS. YOU HAVE BEEN SO STRONG IN WAYS THAT MAY NOT SEEM OBVIOUS BUT CAN BE IN THE MOST IMPORTANT WAYS. CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT I SEE? SEE WHY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU?”

Sometimes I get really sad that my spark of creativity has left me again. I know it will come back and it may be in a different form or medium but still, I miss it. Haven’t been able to enjoy Undertale or the fandom like I used to, makes me feel like I’ve abandoned something I cherished so deeply. All of it still holds a special place in my heart, I just can’t access the same passion I used to have. Though, I can’t help but get a little emotional imagining what Papyrus would say if I apologized for being gone for so long and that it still might be a while until I return.

[merrymorningofmay]

7. 10, 18, 54?

thanks for the ask!!

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds are easier to carry around but other than that anything is fine by me as long as it has a wire

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

blending in with my surroundings and staying low (i could throw a basketball through the ring half decently, sometimes)

18. ideal weather?

cool enough to dress up, warm enough to dress up 😔 overall i'm neutral to positive on any weather but heat, fuck her

54. what did you learn from your first job?

ok so they gave me this (non-fiction) book to translate, which was useless and boring but i was excited bc hey! a Real Book that's gonna have my name on it!

and it was Obviously not edited properly, sentences half intelligible, whole passages repeating in different chapters verbatim, citations in shambles, as if the author just slapped some speech notes together and called it a day.

but i, a Good Girl, decided i shouldn't say anything to the publisher lady bc obviously she and the author know better than me right? surely they are more experienced and expect me to figure it out like an adult right? so yeah i soldiered on, did my best to make a readable translation, correcting citations where i could, only leaving tentative comments for the editor in the most egregious cases like repeated passages or "this acronym in the glossary does not seem to exist"

i finished and submitted it, got my money, moved on. then some months later i got an email from the editor who was like "you did a good job but the original text is so unpolished it shouldn't have been sent to you like that at all what the fuck"

tldr have trust in yourself and don't expect experts from world-famous international orgs to be competent

[adore-gregor]

ugh

[libraryboy]

you know it's bad when i make a playlist about it

[messrmoonyy]

thank you for the Molly pictures and content thank you for the service 🫡

Me and my ability to attach myself to a minor side character knows no bounds.

Molly O’Shea my beloved