crazy boots

anonymous asked:

hi! i've had writer's block for months now but i've finally started drafting up a new writing project. it is going to be a collection of (fictional) memoirs from a lady in her 60s over the course of her entire life. i want all the memories to connect and to be meaningful. i've been using index cards to try to help me organize my ideas but are there any other tools you or other writers use for outlining complex plots? thank you!

Hello Nonny :)  

 Hoping for help from our writerly community for this one!  Does anyone use any cool tools??  Is there an app for this!? 

I don’t have anything specific i can think of other than  writing out, or printing summaries of  my ‘chapters’  and then physically arranging them. It’s a pretty crazy experience and takes up a lot of space. Sometimes I blu-tak them to the walls other times I spread them all over the floor. Having that visual and tangible element really helps me to understand what I am trying to achieve.  Might not work for everyone though. 

Dean Winchester is Worried

Rated: NC-17 For depressing theme, brief suicide ideation, description of anxiety and depression, brief mention of death of a minor character, explicit sexual content, happy ending

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (although they are not together at the start of this fic)

Summary: You find yourself being pulled down by anxiety and depression. Usually, you have a good handle on dealing, but today is the anniversary of your twin brother’s death. Dean Winchester is by your side to help.

Words: 6,005… I think

A/N: Basically, this is me venting because I’ve actually being feeling anxious as hell lately. So, this was my way of soothing myself. So I hope this entertains someone out there.

You found yourself staring blankly at the plain, concrete wall in front of you. There were no windows, so you had a hard time placing what time it was or how long you’d been sitting here, petrifying in your own thoughts.

The familiar, uncomfortable rush of nerves itched beneath the surface of your skin as your hands smoothed over the tightness in your arms. Most days you could find a way to move forward, but then there were days like now that had a way of bringing you back down. You were filled with the buzzing energy to do something but you couldn’t focus on just one thing. So it left you feeling lost and fidgety.

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Yes Sir!

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: M

Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

A/N:: Military One Shots Series, 41 phrases, first up is KIM TAEHYUNG WITH “Yes SIr!”. I thought this entire series the other day with my friends because we are crazy Eonnies. 

Warning: Military Boot camp talk to my imagination

“Military school?! Are you insane?!” you shrieked at your parents at the dinner table. “I have friends here. Every year it’s a different school and location.” you fuss completely losing your appetite as you push your food away. 

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all because when you arrived you were met with a hot instructor. Your dad was the Major and you being the military kid met everyone he worked with, leaving you to stare and drool at every officer. Some were old and some looked to young to be an officer but you let it go.

You never knew you would actually be sent to boot camp. The instructor, Kim Taehyung, was so mean. You thought for sure he as the only making your life here was hell. You were drenched in sweat as you tried to do push ups the way he wanted them done. 

“You’re not raping turtles, give me a real push up!” he yelled at you causing you to roll your eyes as you continued your push ups until ordered to be relieved. Oh how much you wanted to put him in his place. But every day it got more and more frustrating because you noticed he would single you out. 

Three days later he had you running laps in the field. He ran beside you but he was always a step ahead. Always. “You want to run slow?” he asked you never slowing down. 

“No sir!” you yell trying to keep up with him.

“Are you sure because you’re slacking off.” he stated as he was riling you up to run faster.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to keep up but he was too fast so you fell behind. You stopped running as you hunched over your knees gasping for air. You clenched your eyes shut. Sweat dripping off of you, you longed for a shower.

He back peddled to you. “I didn’t say you could rest, Let’s go!” He yelled but your body had enough. 

“Tell that to my father. I’m leaving.” you say as you leave your instructor, Kim Taehyung on the field to take a much needed shower.

The hot water was soothing and relaxing to your body. It felt nice as the water ran down your body. For once you finally smell clean and fresh. The steam made it look like a sauna. But then you felt hands push you against the shower wall. 

“I didn’t dismiss you, now you will be punished.” your instructor said to you against your naked body. “What do you say?” 

“Yes Sir!” you grunted out as all the sexual tension finally erupted between the two of you. His hands roamed your naked body until they roamed your core. “T-Tae…” you gasped.

“You don’t get to call me by my name, understood?” he smirked turning you around to look at him. He raised an eyebrow at you as you still didn’t respond to him.

He didn’t undress, instead he turned your water off and took his throbbing cock out of his pants and held you against the wall. Without warning he rammed into you causing you to let out a loud moan. 

“You think you’re high and mighty because your dad is the boss of me?” he grunted as he thrusted in and out of you.

You were a moaning mess. This was so wrong and you both knew the repercussions of this act if you were to ever get caught. You tried to suppress your moans so you bit your lower lip. 

“You are dismissed when I say you are dismissed.” he grunted as his thrusts were harder each time. You clench around him as you pant unevenly.

“I’m-” you try to say but can’t because it just feels so good. You make a ‘M’ sound.

He grins but never slows down. “You’re what?” he asked on purpose.

You wanted to scream. “I’m sorry.” you tell him as quietly as you can.

His thrusts start to become sloppy. “If you are truly sorry, then you will start listening to me. Got it?!” he yelled in his instructor voice.

You nodded furiously but it wasn’t enough.


He smacked your butt as he came undone but kept thrusting. “I can’t hear you!” he yelled again in his instructor voice. 

“Sir yes Sir!” you moaned in a yell. Your legs quivering. Your body shaking. 

“What was that?!” he yelled once more on purpose.

“SIR YES SIR!” You yelled louder.

“Come.” he instructed and come you did. When you came off your high, he set you down so you dried off and got dressed. “Now, be on the field front and center at 0600 hours!” he instructed. 

“Yes sir!” you say at the volume he wanted.

“Dismissed.” he said as he watched you leave.

“FROM 1973″


dim screen  //  locked door //

poor-word-choice-associations //

                   lost : door –

                   found : window –

                   crazy : loot –

                   boot : doom – //

                   and reception’s cancelled

                   yet again [[you know]];

living down & up once more as shoes

fall off in weather: worse-for-wear //

been a month since calmed-down living //

                   can’t forget that heart-tsunami


                   them tired Bengal tigers of soul

// reading movie reviews to pass the time

   as the maze withers away into grass //

“good riddance” //

[[nothing but old news about masterworks]]


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