#writes for others

[sasster]

mondes !💡hehe... hands you wormboy

He doesn’t remember taking the sharp left that brought him straight into the bar or shoving past the jade blood manning the door, all Mondes knows is that in the lowlights of the establishment offered him the opportunity to catch his breath.

With his heart beating its way into his throat, he takes the chance to scan over the bar. Outside, he hears two pairs of heavily booted feet thunder past the building and a voice in his head tells him that it sounds like he’s in the clear.

Another chides for ever thinking he would be so lucky.

It must be an incredibly slow night, barely even a crown, with a few early drinkers straggling about in booths. He recalls having once heard that this place was a popular place to be, and he was banking on that being the truth.

There’s no crowd for him to disappear.

Fuck.

Panic pricks at the back of his neck, causing its hairs to stand on end. This sounds a lot more like the luck he was used to having.

His breathing picks up again and his vision starts to blur thanks to a combined effort of the breath getting trapped in his mask and the panic building to a crescendo in his chest.

Thankfully, before he gets a chance to come completely undone a rapping against wood pulls him back together. 

Mondes lets his gaze zero in on the yellow blood behind the bar, beckoning him over with a wave.

“They’ll come in here eventually,” the bartender, who must be named Captain Obvious, says as he continues to wave him over. “C’mere.”

Mondes tries not to roll his eyes.

“And why should I trust you?” He asks as he focuses on getting his heart back into his chest. He knows very well that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the end, but looking too desperate could be a detriment. 

The bartender raises both brows, it is obvious that he is not very impressed. He even rolls his eyes.

“It’s a gamble.”

“Can’t take those stakes.”

“They have guns, I only have a bat back here.”

That is a very good point. Chances are always slim, but a single bat sounds much more manageable than guns plural.

Mondes takes slow tentative steps toward the bar and just as he reaches it, the door behind him swings open.The bartender grabs his arm and shoves him to the ground so that he is curled up behind the bar, huddled up next to that bat that he mentioned.

What luck!

“Have you seen this troll?” A voice, that to Mondes sounded the equivalent to three bombs dropping at once, calls out into the bar. It is the sort of voice that takes up all of the space it invades, he decided. “I will remind you that harboring a fugitive will get you treason at best.”

“Officer Tirava! We know, we know the drill already. Do you have to threaten us every time you fuck up your job?”

“You know better than to lie to me, Achina.”

“I can offer you a drink, but I have not seen your man.”

The bartender, Achina, sounds perfectly chipper as he talks to the man carrying around a bullet with Mondes’s name on it. He doesn’t know whether her should resent him for this or not.

There is a palpable silence.

And then more silence.

The same voice from before tells him his luck is about to run out, because it always does.

“Be safe.” The officer finally says, after what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny.

“Always am, T!”

Then they left. Just like that.

What, no catch?

[charlesoberonn]

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[monsoon-of-art]

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[excavatinglizard]

Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[soliusss]

Funniest thing I’ve seen on tiktok are those sigma male boys getting mad that American psycho was written by a gay man and going “well I like fight club better” buddy I’ve got some world ending devastating news for you

[ebonyheartnet]

-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

[castielsprostate]

having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[science-lings]

my dad saw ao3 open on my computer and asked if that was like my writing club and just so you know that's what fanfic writers are now, we're all in the same writing club where we all write about the same media and show each other our little stories and that's kind of cool actually

[callme-l]

I saw a lot of people happy with the 4 pearls, I decided to give a tip to non-readers

[descendant-of-truth]

Shipping is fun and all but I swear every single time someone makes a comment, whether as a joke or in a legitimate analysis, about there being "no other explanation" for a pair's interactions, I lose just a bit more of my sanity

Like, no, you guys don't get it. Romance is not about the Amount of devotion, it's about the COLOR. the FLAVOR of it all. a character can be just as devoted to their platonic friend as they are to their romantic partner, and they don't love either of them more, just differently.

But because the majority of people still have it stuck in their minds that romance exists on the highest tier of love, I'm stuck seeing endless takes that boil down to "these two care about each other too much for it to NOT be romantic" as if that's the core determining factor to how literally any of this works

In conclusion: stop telling me that I don't understand the story if I don't interpret the leads as romantic, I am TIRED

[hhhhunty]

How funny that she never considered that.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

4.2 spoilers but it's interesting how Scaramouche and Furina were both made as replacements. But while Ei saw Scara's humanity as a flaw, Focalors thought that's what made Furina perfect.

I need the two of them to interact