i hate descriptions

  • someone: you can tell a lot about someone from their favorite fictional characters!
  • me, nervously shoving all of my sarcastic trashbag characters with daddy issues and poor decision-making skills out of sight: um
So It Goes / Spencer Reid

A/N: The result of late night writing and having a fever. This is not the happiest story. It’s nearly 3 am and I haven’t edited so there will probably be typos. I apologize in advance. 

Warnings: Mentions of rape/torture. angst. And just bad stuff, my man 

Originally posted by cierrasuee

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I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind,
wondering if I […] just lost the love of my life.

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Down in This Heart of Mine: Chapter One | Archive of Our Own

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia
Characters: Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Keyleth (Critical Role), Vax'ildan (Critical Role)
Additional Tags: Long-Distance Friendship, Long-Distance Relationship, Online Relationship, Friends to Lovers, A Healthy Dollop of Slowburn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, I tossed all my favorite tropes in a blender and this fic was the outcome, I hope y'all like toothache inducing fluff, that occasionally dips down into sappy territory, Background Vax/Gilmore, Background Kash/Keyleth, like extremely background but they are mentioned on occasion
Summary:

Getting repeatedly sniped by the same person while she’s trying to play her favorite game is not how Vex expects to make a peculiar new friend, but she’s grateful for Percival’s companionship nonetheless.

Or, a story about distance.


…Or, the one where Vex is trying very hard to distract herself from her current predicament and makes a new friend in the process.

Straight White Boy Problem #751

i hate writing self descriptive essays. Do teachers really expect an introverted analysis of myself. Yes? OK, then. I like the gym. I like sports. I like…um *grasps at the few ideas in my head* I like….protein powder???

Me, a nonbinary pansexual media student: I will not write another paper about Rupaul’s impact on mainstream media and culture.

Also me:

staying afloat

For @rebelcaptainprompts prompt #8: “agony, fingers, and shiver” 

With a word like agony, do you really think this was going to be anything other than angst? I’ll do a part 2 if I feel nice

(also I unintentionally ended up using the words a lot oops) 

Word Count: 500 (no cut)


One. Two. 

Jyn sees stars, pain searing through her body. She collapses to the ground, groaning in agony, clutching at the blaster wounds. 

“Jyn!” Cassian’s voice breaks in anguish, as if he was physically sharing her pain. “Jyn!” His voice reaches her while he can’t, fending off the impending Imperials. 

Blood seeps through her clothing, a sickly warm feeling creeping up her side. She pulls her hand away and the tips of her fingers are stained a dark red. Her head spinning, she manages to drag herself out of the way of blasterfire. I have to hold on until he gets here

Steadying her breathing as best as she could, Jyn brings herself to peer at the wounds. She inhales sharply. It’s bad. She needed to be in a medbay in an hour at the latest. She tries not to think about what would happen if she wasn’t, attempting to shake Cassian’s agonized face out of her mind. They had fought so hard to stay afloat together, and she wouldn’t drown alone. I promise. 

Where’s Cassian? She tries to see the firefight, but she can’t lift her head. Swearing to herself, she leans against the closest wall and waits, undoing her scarf and pressing it against the injury, counting minutes in her head as the warmth of life leaks out between her fingers.

She’s cold, so unbearably cold, icy water lapping against her side. It was if the death that eluded her at Scarif was now breathing down her neck. The thought sends a shiver down her spine. 

When Cassian finally reaches her side, face streaked with dirt and eyes wide with concern, she can barely make out his face in the blurry haze of her mind.  

“Cass…” she gasps, unable to form his full name, trying to grasp at his face swimming in and out of her vision. Help

“I’m here, I’m here, don’t worry,” he murmurs, pulling out his medkit and working quickly to temporarily patch up the injury, his face a mask of neutral concentration. His fingers feel warm against her skin and her throat tightens, because wasn’t Cassian usually the cold one? 

Cass,” she tries again. He looks up at her from under his eyelashes, and Jyn catches a glimpse of the pure fear in his eyes. She feels like she’s being dragged underwater, and reaches out to Cassian to pull her up, desperate to keep afloat. Don’t let me go. 

He takes his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining together, both stained with blood - her blood. She’s shaking, shivering from cold, shock, and the sheer effort of hanging on to the remaining scraps of life. “I’ve got you,” he says, ready to hoist her up in his arms. “Hold on.” 

Jyn tries to nod and give him a reassuring smile - I’m trying - but it’s getting harder to keep her head up. She gives his hand one tight squeeze - I’m sorry -  before the waves pull her under. 

She never lets go of his hand. 

She descended the ramp and walked over to Leia. Leia held Rey’s face in her hands, then embraced her, sharing the girl’s tears.

TFA #6

anonymous asked:

do you have any favorite build cc?

ok so i don’t really have that much build mode cc so i just picked a few of my favorite things from buy mode

1. Neon peace sign

2.  S2 Ikea Chair

3. Old Mill Ivy

4. Bubble lamp

5. Trunk coffee table

6. City living posters

7. Wall microwaves

8. Potted-piary Plant

9. Felt letter board

10. Faceted floor lamp