#writing with // Burrow

[unlikablefemaleprotagonist]

one has a doctorate in nuclear physics from oxford. the other is a gold medalist in the olympics. i'm not crying, you're crying

[mrghostrat]

dust and light

i swear to somebody, the actual good omens parallels were a complete accident when i wrote this scene in BNF, where crowley is a writer in the agnes nutter fandom and aziraphale is his big bang partner. i've been on fire ever since i realised.

"The way you talked about the lighting in that last scene was just so striking— I really want to capture it somehow; find a way to paint the different layers of sunbeams and dust motes, just as you’ve written them.” Aziraphale’s grin caught himself quite off guard. “What are you planning?” Crowley shifted with an exaggerated, bashful shrug, but his grin remained steady on his face. “Not sure, just some kind of metaphor about the light and the warmth, probably. Maybe note some stark differences between the bookshop and a dusty room with no light, or a bright place with no dust. Each feeling equally inadequate compared to the shop, and that being… Er, I dunno, a reflection of their lives without one another in it, or something.”

[irisbaggins]

In rewatching the season, I'm noticing how clever Aabria and Brennan were in crafting Tula's story. How well thought out everything was.

Specifically, the bear. It's been mentioned so many times before, but with the context of the completed season, I cannot help but be in awe at the skilful storytelling at display here. The way in which the Blue is described to appear wrong only in reference to Tula and her heart, the way in which Tula talks about curiosity and and having experienced knowing someone who died because of it. Of how Aabria describes to Izzy how Tula looks when she heals the bear, of how Aabria specifically points out that Tula recognises the commonalities between herself and the bear. These breadcrumbs that mean little in the beginning, that tell everything at the end. It's amazing, stunning, masterful storytelling. I am in awe.

[yoursonlucifer]

catching up on burrow's end and this shit is crazy

[justsalpals]

hi, tula is killing me

Geoffrey was brave and clever.

Geoffrey was heroic and curious.

Tula looks into the eyes of her children and sees so much of him. They are brave and they are clever and every moment she remembers how her husband died alone where she could not reach. Where she did not follow.

She looks at her children and she is afraid.

That they will be brave and clever and curious and heroes and the world will not care. The world will not care for their big hearts and soft bellies. The world will not care that they are children, yet to see even a single winter. The world is harsh and cruel and all Tula wants is a place for her children to be safe.

A place where she can see the man she loves reflected back at her from the children she loves, and let it warm her heart instead of fill her with dread. A place that will not tear them to shreds for the most admirable parts of themselves.

Because Tula is not brave and she is not clever, and when they go somewhere she cannot follow it will be her fault when they die alone and scared in a world she should have made safe for them.

[underwaterbanshee]

I am obsessed with Tula. The last five minutes of tonight's episode just cemented for me that everything about her comes down to the fact she never got to mourn Geoffrey.

Even if she did bust a cap in him. Even if he did have it coming. She never was allowed to let him go.

She went from being annoyed and concerned about her husband's dangerous behavior regarding the Blue and monsters to becoming a single mother of two children and living entirely for them--

--just as her sister meets and marries a man who is a lot like Geoffrey.

It's so clear that Tula wants Thorn to be nothing like Geoffrey for Viola. Hearing that he completely supports Viola's ambitions has to just eat her up with jealousy and grief.

This family is so fucking good at saying things without saying them and Viola does not want to be trapped the way she thinks Tula is trapped.

And her mom is trying to get her to marry again? Every male stoat Ava points out to Tula is just another pale image of Geoffrey. Even Bennett. Especially Bennett.

Of course Tula fundamentally lies to her children. It's constant. Everything is so focused on making sure they are physically and emotionally safe.

So what's going to happen when Lila can finally see that the mother she trusts so much is hiding something fundamental? And will she forgive her?

[hero-hoe]

For the #1 Captain MacTavish enthusiast @brewed-pangolin after talking about that bubble butt 🥵🥵 I had a brain worm

MDNI 18+ ONLY. Vague smut, marriage kink, body and chest hair worship. PiV. Fem!Reader.

Captain John MacTavish who knows exactly what his body looks like, heavy muscles with a healthy layer of fat and even warmer layer of hair all over his body. The man is damn near furry, and he knows exactly how it makes you feel. You, the bonnie lass he met after retirement who he immediately had to wife up.

You, the sweet little thing he loves waking up to long after sunrise on lazy Sunday mornings Cuddled together in bed with you wearing his shirt, your soft thighs thrown over his thick ones, knees cradling his defined waist. One hand behind his head, tucked up under the pillow for extra comfort while the other guides your rocking hips. Letting your delicate hands grope at his chest, knowing you love his "hairy tits" as you once called them.

"That's it, hen. Doin' so good fer me." He groaned, eyes half lidded yet so full of love as he watched you grind yourself on his shaft so lazily. You'd both been at it all morning, the dark brown hair of his thighs now slicked to his skin with your juices. He loved seeing himself covered in you nearly as much as you loved toying with his hair.

Your deft fingers were carded under the loosely curled hairs on his chest, groping at his pecs for balance with every motion, tugging on the pelt of your warrior.

"Atta girl. Can feel ye gettin' close again." The hand comes out from behind his head, moving to cradle yours instead and push your face into his chest. A low moan left his throat when your teeth bit into his flesh, just hard enough to leave an indentation on the side of his breast. "C'mon, lass, be jus' let go fer me." He insists, moaning as you tug the hair on his chest once again in desperation. "Shh, ah ken is a lot, hen, but ma wife can take it, yeh? Ma perfect girl can give me one more."

He finished after you did, a few lazy bucks of his hips into your wet warmth while you bit and drooled into his chest, making a mess of the hair you had so neatly finger combed earlier that morning. He kept you on his lap once you were both done, reaching onto the nightstand for the water bottle you had left on his nightstand and encouraging you to drink.

A scarred hand smoothed down his frazzled chest hair once you were both adequately hydrated, letting out a disapproving tut. "Look at the mess ye made, love. Ma gorgeous wife had me all groomed and ready, and ye fuffed it up. How about ye fix that, hmm?" He teased, knowing just how much you loved getting his hair in order. Be that his mohawk, now musch longer than it was in his service days, or the hair adorning every inch of his powerful body.

Your fingers worked with expert care, straightening out the tangles you had made, arranging the hair of his chest to point inward and downwards towards his stomach. You smoothed out what you could of his comfort-softened tummy, but his grip on your waist wouldn't let you go far enough to reach below his navel.

"Much better, love. Ah'm lucky to have such a caring wife, no?"

[cillian-gets-me-wetter]

say yes to heaven - joe burrow x fem!reader (drabble)

a/n: had a meltdown after an overwhelming shift at work the other night and wanted someone to comfort me afterwards so i wrote this :,)

summary: when you come home after an overwhelming shift at work, you seek comfort from your boyfriend, joe

warnings: a bit of angst, fluff, soft!joe, mentions of anxiety

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word count: 299

tag list: @notoriouslovee, @scrivenershantelle, @nanamarrufo, @rrubyliciouss, @wickedfun9

you cried into his chest, “i don’t get how people can be so mean!” joe holds close to him, running his fingers through your scalp as you both cuddle on the couch. you had been on your feet for what felt like hours and had someone yell at you over not getting their food for free. you ended up working through your break so you had no choice but to stand there while this customer berated you over an expired coupon.

he sighed, “i’m so sorry, baby.. are your feet hurting you too?” you nodded, crying harder and most likely leaving tear stains on his hoodie. he moved his hand away from your head and down to rub your back. you spoke through sobs, “i’m sorry.. i’ve been anxious all day.” joe was aware of your struggles with anxiety throughout the years you dated, knowing what to do in order to help you in the process of feeling overwhelmed and checking in with you and how you were currently feeling.

he cooed into your ear, “you don’t have to apologize.. it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. how about i run you a hot bath and you can take the day off tomorrow.. how does that sound?” you sniffled, lifting your head from his chest to look at him, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. you spoke meekly, “can you join me? i really need you right now.” he nodded, “of course, i will. i’ll always be here for you.”

you leaned in, kissing him longingly, showing how much you appreciate him for understanding and loving you regardless if you felt like you were too much for him. you muttered against his lips, “i love you so much.” he smiled into the kiss, “i love you too, pretty girl.”

[stay-close]

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

Karese Burrows

[surqrised]

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

Karese Burrows

[ozwriterchick]

Just once, when they’re in the throes of smut, and the guy asks “Is this all for me?” I wish the reader would be a smart ass and say “No it’s for the guy behind the door/curtains/couch or whatever”

I’d read the shit out of that. No hate or whatever to writers who write that I’m just not sure why a guy would ask that. I mean, do you see anyone else here? Oh it’s for my imaginary lover in my head.

Sorry.

That is all.

Go about your business

[thehopefulquotes]

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

Karese Burrows

[irisbaggins]

Spoilers ahead for the finale!

An aspect of the final battle that got lost after Viola's amazing attack, was the fact that Tula nearly killed her son. And that, I think, is something I would really like to delve my teeth into, to properly look at what happened.

The thing that struck me the most during Tula's attack on her son, was that Jaysohn did manage to snap her out of it. In the context of the story, Jaysohn grappled his mom to get her to stop, and even after getting viciously bit by her, he still managed to get her back to herself. He managed to get to his mom fast enough, and used himself to protect the others from the mindless being Tula had become. And, even when faced with near death, this little kid manages to get back up and attack the creature that did this to his mother. Not once did he blame her, having understood enough about the situation to realise his mom was not in control. He knows, he understood, that this was Phoebe, not Tula. And so, the moment he is able to free his mom, still wounded and near death's door, he goes after Phoebe so that his mom won't be taken again.

Tula, however, was aware of everything she did to Jaysohn. She was painfully aware of how badly she hurt her son, how she nearly killed him. And, as Brennan describes;

She is broken, in a way she has never been before. She nearly killed her baby, used as a puppet because she's alive when she should have been dead. The Blue that keeps her alive is what nearly caused her to kill her son. Tula nearly lost everything, yet, once more, it was hope and love that brought her back once more. Her son brought her back.

However, she was silent for the rest of the battle until Phoebe finally fell, and Jaysohn nearly died. She was quiet, too horrified with what she nearly did. Perhaps, had more time been afforded to that moment with Tula and Jaysohn before he decided to retaliate against Phoebe, there would have been...something...that went on. A focus on the fact that it was Tula who went for another member of their family, whilst Ava went for the ground and the reactor. What would that do to her, I cannot help but wonder. What did that do to her, in the immediate aftermath, when she could slow down and process what happened. She must live with the knowledge she nearly killed her own child, and that, had he been just a little weaker or just a little slower, she would've succeeded. She might have been able to bring him back, like she did with Sybil...but she would have to live with the knowledge that she took her son's life. And that thought is horrifying.

Yet, it makes her gentleness with Lukas later all the more significant. Even with the blood of her son on her hands, she still chooses to hope for a better tomorrow. She still chooses to give Lukas - and herself - another chance, another tomorrow. Bad things could have happened, but they didn't, and they all made it out. The "what ifs" will remain in the shadows, in the nightmares, but in the daylight, she will keep her head high. It doesn't lessen the impact of her deeds or her burdens, but it can make them bearable. And, with the addition of her son's refusal to blame her, it makes it just the little easier. She deserves a new tomorrow, too.

[perfectquote]

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

Karese Burrows

[justsalpals]

Kinda a spiritual successor to this post.

Tula is not clever.

She looks into the bright eyes of her children. Knows the cunning bearing of her sister. Trusts the violent willpower of her mother.

Tula is not brave.

The man she loved was bright and cunning and willful, until everything beautiful in him was snuffed out. Until his heart took its final beat. Until he went somewhere that she did not follow.

Her heart does not beat.

Not could not. Did not.

Tula is not clever. She doesn't have the wild solutions and dreams of her husband, reflected in the charismatic speeches of her sister's own partner.

What Tula has are claw and fang. She is a stoat, after all. She digs into life the same way she would the throat of a rabbit, fang tearing through flesh and mouth flooding with hot iron blood. She is scared, she is tired, but a hunt is a hunt and there are children to feed. She does not let go.

Tula is not brave. She cannot carry the same righteousness of her family, eager to take down the world should it dare to bare its teeth at them. She cannot afford to. Not when her children, her sister, her mother, her nieces and nephews that have yet to even blink in the light of day or feel grass under their little paws, still walk and breath and exist in this world that seeks to do them harm.

It seems an impossible task, to protect these few remaining parts of herself that Tula calls her family. How could she possibly be brave, when it takes everything she has left to be kind?

Her mother throws her to safety.

Her mother falls to the light.

Her mother crawls her way back to their sides.

Ava's heart does not beat. She will not follow Kenji just yet.

Like mother like daughter. They've always shared a stubborn will.

[thoughtkick]

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

Karese Burrows