#writing and wrangling woes

[tgmsunmontue]

Bradley Bradshaw is a hopeless romantic. He's grown up hearing about his parents great romance from both Carole and Maverick. It's given him this false view of how a relationship should be.

He and Jake have had an on-again off-again relationship FOR YEARS because every time there is conflict, or things get a little rough, Bradley ends it. He has this idea that love should be EASY. Jake is hurt over and over and he hates that he lets Bradley back into his life, his bed and his heart EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME.

Then the events of TG:M and Bradley reconciles with Maverick and then he hears about his parents relationship again, but now that Bradley is older Mav mentions the passionate fights, the arguments, their annoying habits which drove each other mad but which they loved anyway.

Bradley kind of sits there in stunned silence, and Mav is completely unaware of the bombshell he's just unintentionally dropped.

"...Mom said loving dad was the easiest thing she ever did..."

"Yeah kid. Loving is easy. Having a relationship is hard work every day..."

And just like that Bradley's entire world shifts on its axis, because loving Jake has always been easy, he just thought the relationship was also meant to be easy.

Except he's been wrong for over 15 years and he has no idea if Jake will give him yet another chance...

[sunmontuewrites]

“You write about the thing that sank its teeth into you and wouldn't let go.” — Paul West

CORRECTION

You TRY and write about the thing that sank its teeth into you and wouldn't let go while going slightly mad...

[sunmontuestuffilike]

Document Open and saved with file name- active WIP

Document Draft with random ideas jotted down, autosaved but sketchy at best - semi WIP

Recycling Bin - had a great idea and it CAN be retrieved but it's looking unlikely...

there’s wip (active development) and wip (stuck in development hell) and wip (oh you’re not even getting funding for this one)

[tgmsunmontue]

Maverick and Hangman drinking at the Hard Deck... And have been for a while because Penny likes the entertainment.

Maverick: Hangman, ring Ice.

Hangman: Uh, sure. Is everything okay? *thinking ICE = In Case of Emergency*

Maverick: Tell him I need him to pick me up.

Hangman: *takes Mav's phone and calls Ice*

Ice: Mav, I'm not coming to pick you up. I told you not to try and keep up with the kids...

Hangman: Uh... This is Jake Seresin.

Ice: Oh. Huh. Is everything alright?

Hangman: Well. He's alive? But he asked me to call you to come and pick him up?

Ice: *sighs* Of course he did. Tell him I'm on my way. *Hangs up*

Hangman: He's on his way.

Maverick: Great! He just hangs up on me now, or tells me to get a taxi.

Hangman: *thinks Maverick needs a better emergency contact*

Ice: *walks into the Hard Deck, greets Penny and then walks over to where Maverick and Hangman are holding up the bar*

Hangman: *thinks he's now way more drunk than he was seconds ago and is hallucinating the COMPACFLT in the Hard Deck*

Maverick: You came!

Ice: You play dirty. Come on, let's get you home. Thanks for the phonecall Lieutenant.

Hangman: *goldfish impression*

Maverick: *happy koala clinging to Ice impression*

[sunmontuewrites]

When you have to outsource your research for a fanfic... 😅 Hubs coming in clutch. This is how love and support can look. ❤️❤️❤️

[tgmsunmontue]

  "Marry me..."

  "What?"

  "Marry me..." Jake repeats, happiness and joy dripping from every pore of his body, his body sliding against Bradley's. "We love each other, why shouldn't we get married?"

  "Uh... cause I'm already married?" Bradley states.

It stops him cold.

Ice in his veins.

Happiness and joy immediately turned to feelings of betrayal and hurt.

  "You're what?"

[sunmontuewrites]

For me there is NOTHING better to get the creative juices flowing than reading through comments on my fics on AO3.

[apocalypticdemon]

thank you for the tag, @clandestinegardenias!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I have also elected to list only my WIPs for The Terror; I have one or two for other fandoms, but they are unfortunately languishing on the back burner while I figure out what I'm doing with them. I'm also actively planning/working on these, rather than the others, which are just... in storage, basically, to dust off for later.

without further ado!

the droning engine throbs (in time with your beating heart)

2. underneath the waves you were most alone

3. the once and forever bloom gone

4. is this a better way to spend the day (keeping the winter at bay)

5. never so much blood pulled through my veins

no-pressure tags: @sunlaire, @imwritesometimes

[alchemocha]

Can I get this one shot finished today… about 3/4 of the way there I think, almost at 5k 🤔 come on motivation I got thisss

[sunmontuedraws]

Was complaining about Glen Powell's philtrum to Hubs.

Hubs: Do you mean fulcrum? Me: No! His philtrum. The little dippy space between his upper lip and nose. Hubs: Oh! That makes way more sense than fulcrum.

(A fulcrum is the point of support or balance on which a lever or similar device turns. It is the place where a bar or balancing object is supported).

[queenpiranhadon]

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ꩜ .ᐟ: You and your family decide to go camping for the week. However, you discover that you aren't the only family camping in the area, encountering a boy your age at the creek by your campsite. Slight problem though... He doesn't seem to talk.

꩜ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: No curses AU (?), f!reader (or at least implied), Toge is mute (?), reader's had to move, reader is 15, reader has two younger twin brothers, older sibling woes, flufff

꩜ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Toge Inumaki x Reader

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ꩜

It's been a long five hours.

Especially when you're stuck in the car with your parents and your two twin little brothers, the latter of which seemed to especially enjoy screaming their heads off like the rest of the family didn't have ears attached to their heads.

And after walking for a good 30 minutes with heavy gear to find a good spot and then setting up half of the gear on your own - including wrangling your giant tent - you were exhausted.

"Hey mom - I'm just going to go down to the stream, okay? I'll be back soon." You say, poking your head into the tent where your mom was, and she nods, smiling at you.

"Go ahead, sweetheart, just don't go too far, okay?"

You roll your eyes teasingly and nod. "I won't mom, thanks!"

Making your way down the path by where you set up camp, you find the stream you noticed earlier.

The sun is only now starting to dip below the horizon, making you feel at ease as you sit down beside a tree, resting your back against it and leaning your head back to rest on its trunk, closing your eyes and you bask in the sounds of nature.

It's not silent, but it's quiet, a soothing quiet that lets your mind relax further and further and you relish in the feeling of being alone.

Snap!

Jolting up, your head whips around, searching for the source of the sound until your eyes come into contact with a pair of wide violet ones.

"O-Oh!" you say, surprised. "H-Hi."

It comes out a little more awkward than you intended, but you can't help but stare at the boy across the stream, with pretty white hair and a thick black hoodie on, and you can't help but wonder if he's sweating underneath.

He doesn't say anything, but there's no animosity, as he smiles as waves.

You smile back, and pat the ground next to you, offering a spot under the tree by your side.

The boy turns his head for a minute, looking back at the way he probably had come from, before cautiously stepping on the rocks, making his way over to you.

He plops down next to you, and points to the sky.

You smile. "Pretty, isn't it? It's been a while since I've seen a sky like this. We're from the city, so it's usually just really cloudy. Where are you from?"

The boy thinks, before leaning away momentarily to grab a stick, starting to write out letters in the sand.

"Hm? Oh!" You exclaim in understanding, leaning forward to see what he's written.

Watching as he carefully traces out letters in the dirt, you watching him form out the phrase “I’m from the city too.”

You look at him, surprised. "You are? Are you by Tokyo? That's where I'm from!"

The boy smiles and nods excitedly, quickening writing more in the dirt. "I go to school there!"

You grin, before you cover your mouth on surprise. "Oh god- I didn't even ask what your name was!" You exclaim, giving him your name with an embarrassed look on your face.

The boy laughs, and you feel your cheeks heat up a little. Who knew someone's laugh could be so...refreshing?

Writing in the dirt some more, you see him spell out "Toge Inumaki" , before circling the former of the two words.

You smile widely. "That's such a cool name! I'm assuming you want me to call you Toge?"

The white haired boy nods and you sigh happily, resting your head on the bark of the tree.

Being with Toge was a breath of fresh air. He was quiet, and frankly, you liked quiet. No, at this point you craved it. It was nice, being able to have the space to be able hear your own thoughts, while being in the company of someone else.

You and Toge would hang out everyday for the rest of the week, and you learned a lot about each other.

You learned that he was just a year older than you- 16. He loved tuna mayo onigiri - something you've never had before but were more than excited to try. Toge was a little offended when you had told him thought - drawing the biggest "x" in the dirt that he could and a small angry face right beside it.

It was Thursday, when you and Toge decided to sit by the stream for a bit, your fingertips lightly grazing the water's surface as you relishing in the slightly cold sting of the mild current caused by the rocks along its path.

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning your head to see Toge writing something in the dirt.

"Do you think I'm weird because I can't talk?"

Your eyes widen in shock as your shake your head vehemently immediately, with such a sad look on your face that Toge feels a little guilty for asking in the first place.

"No of course not!" you exclaim, and you take his hands in yours. "Toge, I've known you for a total of four days and somehow I prefer your company more than some of the people I've known for years." You say, laughing despite the irony.

You sigh. "I have two little brothers - combined with living in the city, it's always so... loud." You smile at him.

"I can actually hear my thoughts for once whenever I'm around you." you say sincerely, and you can see the tips of Toge's ears take on a light pink tint. "I don't think you're weird for not being able to speak Toge. I'm more than happy with the you I have with me right now."

Toge grins back at you, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and you feel your heart flutter a little.

He brings his hands up, hooking his two index fingers interlocking them in a sort of sign.

You stare back at him, confused, as realization dawns upon him in his eyes, grabbing the stick to write out a word.

"Friend."

You feel your cheeks heat up and you smile. You're not sure what this feeling is, but you don't necessarily hate it. The feeling on something new.

"Forever?" you ask, feeling suddenly a little shy, but Toge nods, the smile almost permanently stuck on his face.

Forever.

A/N: The things this episode did to me oml

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[kingchroma]

comfort.

࿇ summary. gun is not that good at comforting people. ࿇ pairing. gun x reader

࿇ word count. almost 1k ࿇ author's note. this is my first time posting one of my lookism drafts. i'm sorry if it's a bit ooc, i was just really writing for myself until i decided to share it with everyone. hope you enjoy! feel free to request as well on my ask box.

Gun is unsure how to comfort people.

The notion of comforting people is a foreign concept to him because all his life, the only mode of survival he knew was that the only person that he should take care of is himself. Was it selfish? Maybe, but given the way he was born and raised—how he had lived his life up to now—it was something that he had been used to. It had been second nature to him.

So when you tearfully say your woes in his arms, he’s speechless.

He's speechless in a way that he wants to tell you that it's okay to let things out—that he will wrangle those who've hurt you with his bare hands, because how dare they hurt the love of his life—that it's okay and you're not being stupid for crying in his arms, but he can't. The words, no matter how much Gun pushes them out, are lodged in his throat. And no matter what, all he can do was hum in acknowledgement and answer in grunts.

It's a bit pitiful, he thinks. He's your boyfriend, for fuck's sake! He's your lover and he wants you to feel heard because he IS hearing you out, listening to you as you sniffle, but because of his own incompetence in handling emotions and feelings—he's stuck in this position where he can't even comfort you verbally.

He loves you so much. So, so much that looking at you crying is making his heart break into several pieces. He loves you so much that even if all he can do is offer his silence, he will be there for you.

Though, Gun still thinks that he's a shit boyfriend for not being better—for not doing a greater job at comforting you.

"It's okay," you say, sniffles being heard as you look up at him, responding as if you've heard every single one of his thoughts. "You don't have to say anything, I just need you to listen."

Gun thinks his heart breaks even more because did you also think that he's incompetent in giving comfort? It's not like you thought about it in the first place—he's just overthinking because it's like a sickness that eh can't get rid of.

"I am," he says quietly, a brief response as he leans in to press a tender kiss on your hair, hand soothing your back as an attempt to calm you down. "Sorry if I can't offer much," he adds, apologetic.

Gun does feel bad. He feels like a shitty boyfriend.

Surprised at his response, you look at him, eyes slowly becoming wide. "What?" you ask. "That's not what I even wanted from you," you start before speaking again. "I just wanted to be held by you and for you to listen," you tell him. "You're doing a spectacular job at it, my love."

Gun stares at you, because how come you’re the one that’s comforting him? It’s supposed to be the other way around.

He holds you tighter. "I just feel like I can do more, but I'm having trouble with it," he clarifies, letting you know that he wants nothing more than to comfort you properly. He feels like a goddamn rock. But a hand reaches out to wipe the tears away from you cheek. "Don't comfort me, you're the one who's crying," he adds.

You chuckle, a light sniffle coming out from you. "I'm just reassuring you," you say, adjusting your position so you can look at him better. "Because I know you're going to beat yourself up. for it."

“I’m not here to cry for comfort. I just need you to hold me and listen,” you remind him again while staring into his eyes. “What are you even thinking?”

What is he even thinking? A lot of things—his mind was going through a downward spiral because: a) Why are you comforting him? b) He was supposed to be doing the comforting. And Gun wants to look away at your question, but you know—even he knows—that you have way too much power over him, that you will force him to look at you if needed be.

If it were other people who dared to touch his face, he will immediately slap their hands away—but not you, never you.

“That you might be thinking I’m not good at comforting people,” he says somberly, a bit apologetic. “That I don’t understand what you’re going through.”

“But you do,” you tell him, and he nods. “I know you do. But you’re not great at words and that’s okay with me, because your actions make up for it, my love,” you add.

“I don’t think you realize it, but the fact that you paused your tv show for me to hold me and listen to me was more than enough,” you say, giving him a small smile, irises still holding a sheen of tears. “I love you. You did a great job comforting me.”

I love you, the words repeat in his head, and Gun thinks that you're adorable even if you still have a few tears left to cry. In his head, the situation is a little dire because how on earth are you comforting him instead? You've always been so patient with him.

“I love you,” he replies quietly, holding you close as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “Jus’ wanna do my best for you. Show how much I care for you.”

You chuckle, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. “You already do. Your actions speak way louder than your words.”

“You mean that?” he asks, rubbing your arm lightly.

He thinks you’re perfect in his arms.

That you fit perfectly in his life. His precious angel.

“Mhm,” you hum. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t taken care of well.”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead this time. “Good. I intend on taking care of you for a long time.”

[tgmsunmontue]

The more I think about Jake as goalie the more I like it. It's a very solitary job, you're the final line of defence. You're a bit weird in the head (to be willing to have projectiles aimed towards you). But the whole team would die for you, and the goalie would die for them.

GOALIE INTERFERENCE.

Bradley absolutely losing his shit when someone gets into Jake's crease and knocks the net off its pins.

Exes, they were on the same team, got traded. Years have passed. Bradley coming in on the trade deadline to the team Jake's now on. The whole team being cohesive and great and then there's Bradley. With his tongue stud. Which is new. Jake fixating on it, because it's a tongue stud and he's never kissed Bradley before when he had a tongue stud. Would it be different?

🏒Hangster Hockey Bois🏒

[tgmsunmontue]

Bradley looks at the notification on his phone. 

Delivered. 

Like hell it's been delivered. 

On top of all the boxes around him he's hungry and tired and now grumpy that his food delivery is not actually delivered.

The food would have solved his hunger problem. It might not have unpacked everything, or given him a shot of much needed caffeine but it would have stopped his stomach grumbling.

There's a knock at the door and oh, god, it might actually be the food!

Ho opens the door and the guy standing there is holding a bag of food and looking Bradley up and down.

"Pad Thai, Jungle curry, fish cakes and spring rolls?"

"Uh, yeah. That's me. Are you the delivery guy?"

If he is Bradley might find himself ordering from the same place regardless of how the food tastes. The guy is... attractive doesn't even start.

"No. I'm your neighbor. And delivery guy stand in... Name's Jake."

"Bradley."

"You moving in?"

"Yeah. The boxes give it away?"

"Yeah. Little bit."

[sunmontuewrites]

When a friend group messages you "we're still good for tomorrow night right?" And you're like FUCK. I'm good. But I don't want to be.

[yakool-foolio]

More Dragon Kazuma AU thoughts

Yeah I'm continuing to expand this AU after the initial joke post cause I'm seriously considering writing for it now. Brainrot got me good. Woe, lore be upon ye:

In the 1890s, dragons are considered extinct after being aggressively hunted and killed in the Middle Age, so wild dragons were reduced to legends. However, a few family bloodlines across the world carry a curse that force them to transform into dragons when certain conditions are met, and the factors vary between those families. They can go centuries before one of their descendants meets the condition, since it's made incredibly difficult or punishing to achieve. These families often have myths built around them that spread like rumors.

The Asogi bloodline is one of these cursebearers. The condition that needs to be met in order for an Asogi to become a dragon is that they must forget themself completely, essentially throwing away their identity in order to become a dragon with no memories of their human life.

So uhhh ya can guess what happens when Kazuma gets knocked out by the bedframe after tripping on that cat. Because of the amnesia induced by the knockout, Kazuma completely forgets his identity, and meets the condition to become a dragon. So as his body is being transported to Hong Kong in the midst of a storm, he awakens and rapidly transforms, causing him to instinctively run out and throw himself overboard, which some members of the ship's crew witness. A few moments after being underwater, a dragon emerges from the waves and flies off into the storm clouds, following an internal voice that tells him to go to London. The witnesses claim that Kazuma was consumed by a wild dragon and assumed dead (again), and Ryunosuke n Susato later receive this news.

Kazuma eventually lands in a London harbor after being at sea for some time. He's immediately hunted down by London's police force, though they can't do much to trap a powerful dragon. Stronghart catches wind of the chaos and assists in successfully wrangling Kazuma. Stronghart recognizes that this most likely isn't a wild dragon, and decides to leave it in the care of Van Zieks, since he and Klint studied dragons together, and Van Zieks is in need of extra protection against anti-Reaper attacks. So Van Zieks basically lives with a dragon in his office for several months, which he hates parading around, so he takes him outside as little as possible to avoid unwanted attention.

Deep down, Van Zieks feared the possibility of this dragon being an Asogi, as the legend of this family was a story that Genshin proudly told to Van Zieks, Klint, and his fellow visiting students before. This led to his fear of Genshin transforming into a dragon after being deemed guilty for the Professor killings, as he believed that Genshin must've lost sight of himself by committing those murders, especially with Klint's death. Madame Tusspells took advantage of this rumor by having her wax model of the Professor adorned with horns, sharpened eyes, fangs, and scales along his face beneath the mask.