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“Eggsy!” You shout from the bathroom.
“What? What is it?” He asks, worried, as he bursts through the door.
“Erm, I need some more of these,” you say, waving the empty packet of pads around after just using the last one.
“Ooh, right. Okay, umm, anything else?” He asks, taking the packet from you and mouthing the words on the front to try and remember them.
“Nope, just those please,” you reply, leaning over to try and ease the pain in your stomach.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” you wince, “I’ll be okay, just don’t be long.”
“I won’t. Be right back,” he says, exiting the bathroom with the pad packet and shutting the door gently. He walks along the corridor reading the words on the packaging over and over, but knows he’ll forget them as soon as he enters the shop, so sticks it in his pocket, grabs his keys and heads out.
You get off the toilet slowly, your arm laying across your lower stomach to try and give it some warmth, then wash your hands and go back to the bedroom, curling yourself up on your side. JB jumps up onto the bed with you, then your own pug, Millie, does the same. JB lays against your back, and Millie curls herself up next to your stomach, knowing that you’re in pain. You doze off to sleep as Eggsy comes back to the flat, a bag of supplies in hand. He unpacks three packs of the pads and puts them in the bathroom for you, then gets out painkillers and chocolate for you, tiptoeing into the bedroom and placing them on the bedside table. He looks down at the dogs and gives them a scratch.
“Good job guys,” he whispers, seeing them protecting you. He walks back out into the hallway, then hears you retching, and runs back into the bedroom with the washing up bowl, holding it under your head.
“The washing up bowl?” You manage to get out before retching again.
“It was the first thing I could get my hands on!” Eggsy defends.
“We’ll need a new one,” you mumble.
“I’ll get you whatever you want, babe,” Eggsy smiles, stroking your hair as you lean over the edge of the bed. When the nausea stops, you get back into your position, Millie standing up at the end of the bed, wondering what’s going on, and JB fast asleep in his original position. Millie whines and Eggsy puts the bowl down calls her over to him.
“It’s okay, mummy’s going to be fine,” He soothes, stroking her behind the ears. She settles at the end of the bed, a bit cautious incase you leapt forward again, but still keeping a watchful eye on you.
“You okay?” Eggsy asks.
“Better now,” you sigh, “can you do me a favour please?”
“Anything.”
“Can you get me a hot water bottle?”
“Of course, babe,” he says, smiling. He gets up and runs to the kitchen to boil the kettle and fills up your hot water bottle, then brings it back to you, lifting your hand up and placing it underneath. You lift your top up and tuck it into your knickers, then pull your top down over it to hold it in place.
“Babe, isn’t that-?”
“It’s fine, trust me,” you mutter, your eyes closed as the heat warms your skin up.
“But ya might burn yourself.”
“Nah, it’s fine.”
“Are you feeling up to taking any painkillers?”
“Um, yeah I think so,” you answer. He pops the pills out of the blister pack, into the palm of his hand, then passes them to you along with a bottle of water. You take them and lay back down in the fetal position, your hot water bottle now burning your stomach and finally taking the edge off the pain. Eggsy gets up and walks around to the other side of the bed, ushering JB out of his place.
“Oi, move over mate,” he whispers to him as he begrudgingly moves to the end of the bed. Eggsy lays behind you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as you drift off into a slightly more comfortable sleep than earlier.
You wake up about and hour later, Eggsy’s hand still rubbing circles on your back, and you move to sit up, the pain finally dulled down.
“Thank you,” you whisper as you bring your knees up to your chest.
“Anything for you, babe,” he says, kissing you.
“I did almost puke earlier,” you remind him as he pulls away reluctantly.
“I couldn’t give a shit. I love ya,” he grins.
“I love you too, Eggsy,” you smile.
“If you’re feeling up to it, I got ya some chocolate,” he says, nodding to the bedside table. You look over at it and your eyes light up at the sight of your favourite bar.
“Oh my god, you’re the best,” you say excitedly, grabbing the bar and tearing it open.
“Take it easy though, yeah? No puking it back up,” he warns.
“Yes, sir,” you mock, taking a small square and popping it in your mouth.
“Ooh, you can call me that more often,” he winks, stealing a piece of chocolate as well.
“Maybe when I’m not on my period though?” You laugh.
“Definitely,” he says, pulling a funny face at the thought of what was coming out of you right now. JB and Millie both get up and waddle over on the bed to you both, snuggling into your laps, and Millie revels in being against the now cooler hot water bottle.
“Hey mate, ya did a good job looking after (Y/N), didn’t ya?” Eggsy says to JB, taking his head in his hands and scruffing his fur up. You smile at his funny voice he spoke to JB in and sigh to yourself, thinking how luck you were to have a man like him looking after you when you needed it.

Boundaries (Part 2)

Since people were really eager to read more to Boundaries I decided to extend it a bit :)


           Pennywise hadn’t shown up in a couple days which was a much-needed breather.  I had a date to get ready for tonight so not having a clown scare me randomly was nice.  I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing out my sweater dress I had picked out for the evening.  When I twirled around though to see how the dress looked from behind I was face to face with the clown.  I let out a shriek and fell onto my butt.

           “Pennywise, what the fuck!?”  I took in a couple of deep breathes and looked up at him.  He was laughing, and he held out his hand for me.  I took it and he helped me up. “As you can tell I’m a little busy.” I smoothed my dress back out quickly.

           “Well I thought we could, you know, hang out.  Work on that boundary levels.” He dug his toe into the ground like a little kid.  He looked over at me, “What are you going to be doing?  Maybe I could come with?”

           “I’m going on a date so sadly you can’t come with.” I rolled my eyes and went to my closet to get my good pair of shoes.

           “Date?  Could I take you on a date later then?”  He tilted his head to the side curiously.  My cheeks and parts of my face turned into a bright pink color. “What’s up with your face?”

           “Pennywise.  A date is for two people who may choose to be lifelong mates.  The boyfriend level of boundaries I had talked about.” I realized I forgot to mention dates and I could feel myself mentally face-palming. “It’s really just a two-person thing.”

           “Ah, I see.  I suppose I could go scare some kids or wait until you get back.”  He sounded sad and his eyes reflected that.

           “When I get back we can watch a movie or two.  Does that sound good?” I gave him a soft and sympathetic smile.

           “Fantastic!” He let out eagerly.  That seemed to make him feel better which gave me some relief. “I promise I won’t even scare you while you’re out on this date thing.”

           “I appreciate that very much.  I’ll see you when I get home.” I headed out of my room, grabbing my purse.  My dates car had just pulled up and he was getting out of his car.

           “See you soon.”  He waved at me and vanished.  I was really going to make friends with an alien clown. I really hope this date goes well.

           Almost two hours later my date had dropped me off back home.  I could tell he couldn’t see Pennywise standing in the window as he continued casual conversation while he walked me to the door.  Pennywise watched intently as if he was studying but I could see his eyes were yellow.

           “I had a really great night.” (D) smiled at me as he turned to face me.

           “I did too.”  I could feel my cheeks start to blush.  We had clicked well and had agreed on a second date sometime in the future when our schedule would allow it.

           “Have a good night. Get some rest.” He rested a hand on my cheek as he leaned in for a kiss.  I felt Pennywise’s eyes drilling in to me as our lips connected in a brief passionate kiss.

           “Drive safe.  Let me know when you get home.” He walked away, giving a wave goodbye as he got in his car and drove off.  I let out a content sigh as I walked back in.

           “So those are boyfriend boundaries?  Are you two mates now?”  Pennywise began asking questions as soon as I walked in the door.

           “We aren’t mates yet. We’re going to go on another date. I’m not sure if I want to be with him just yet.” I set my purse down and took my shoes off.

           “Then why did he go past the boyfriend boundaries if you aren’t at that level?” He watched me carefully, reading the content look on my face.

           “Because I let him since there may be a chance he will be my boyfriend.  It’s like testing the boundary levels to see if I actually want him too.”  I looked at Pennywise.  “Let me change into something comfortable and we can watch some movies.”  I smiled at him. “I know the perfect one you’ll like.”

           “Movies made by humans that will entertain me.  Ha!” He let out a loud chuckle as he sat on the couch.

           “Oh, you’ll see. They’re my absolute favorite too.” I walked into my bedroom and changed into a tank top and pajama shorts.

           I walked back in and Pennywise looked so large compared to my couch.  Even with it reclined back like he had figured out to do.  His feet still hung off the end.  It was cute in a way to see him like this.  I couldn’t help but giggle as I walked over to the DVD tower and look for the start to my Saw series.  I grabbed the first DVD and popped it into the player, starting the movie once it got to the screen.

           “Hopefully this won’t make you too hungry.” I giggled again as the movie started, sitting down next to Pennywise on the couch.

           “We’ll see.” He gave me a sly smile but soon enough he was watching the movie intently.


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All I Wanted, All You Needed

So the other day, I sent a head canon to @keepitschwifty and she responded, so I was inspired to write a blurb based on that. This one came really quick (that’s what she said), as in I started writing it about an hour ago. Not quite long enough for a full fic but fun to write while my college is on strike :/


No matter how many times you’ve found yourself in this same position; on your knees, begging for the cock of a man more than twice your age, still, you look up with longing, attempting to seduce Rick with a lick of your lips when he makes eye contact. Adjusting slightly from his workbench to turn to you, he grabs your hair like a ponytail and lifts your chin.

“N-not yet, baby. Wh-what’s the rush? I kinda get off, you know, watching you beg and shit. It’s, it’s k-kinda hot.”

Damn. This was going to require some more effort. You knew he would just shoo you away if you tried to unbuckle his pants- Rick got off on power and control. Power and control. That was it.

“Yes, Sir,” you apologized, lowering your eyes to the ground. “Only good girls get a taste.” The room went silent as Rick ceased working on whatever he was preoccupied with. 

“A-are you a good girl?”

“No, I distracted you from your work.”

“True. Hmmm. Today I’m feeling, let’s say, uh, gen-generous. You wanna another shot? Come on, c-come let Rick take c-care of you.” He rose from the workbench, carried you to his small room and lightly tossed you on his cot-like bed. He whipped off his lab coat and shirt in one fluid motion with his pants following behind them. He surveyed your mostly-clothed body with thirst, joining you on the bed while he slowly slipped your t-shirt over your head. You could feel your nipples harden as they adjusted to the room’s cool temperature. While unhooking your bra, he pinched the left nipple to remind you who was in charge. Your yelp seem to please him, as evidenced by both his smirk and his growing erection. 

This was always your favorite part. Not the sex, not the climax- but the initial kiss. Rick had a variety of tastes depending on what day it was that ranged from citrus fruits and cocaine nasal drip. For all of the rough sex you had together, you really enjoyed making out with Rick like a teenager. You almost felt yourself being absorbed by his charisma and being in that state. You could drink him in for hours.

However, drinking tends to make one thirsty. Within minutes, both you are fully naked, his tongue deep in your cunt while you take his cock in his mouth. Rick Sanchez may be many things, but a selfish lover is not one of them. Not that you’d ever tell him that.Or that you could, as you currently were trying to both suck and beg for his cock at the same time, which is as difficult as it sounds.

“Had enough of this, this tongue, baby? What, whatever you say.” Rick turned you over on your stomach, letting his long fingers drape your wet cunt before filling you with his length, which, despite how long you two had been doing this, always had a twinge of pain during those first few thrusts. But, as always, your body acclimated and soon those pangs of pain started feeling really good, sending your mind into the blissful peaceful state you rarely experience. You could hear Rick behind you, kissing your neck, expounding what a good girl you are and how good you feel. His words, like they always do, bring you to a slow but building climax. His thrusts became more primal, like he was trying to impale you, nibbling on your collarbone.

“I can’t….I’m going to…..,” as you felt the glorious contractions of orgasm wash over your body. You loved the feeling of how your own throbbing felt while Rick was still inside you. He tugged at your hair with sweat covered fingers and you could feel the hot liquid from Rick’s own orgasm inside you. 

You both collapsed on the cot in exhaustion and orgasmic bliss. Rick was wearing his lab coat but nothing else, while you were draped in one of his old Flesh Curtains t-shirts. 

“Well, well, fun as a-always,” Rick said, with an air of brevity to him. “I’ve been to a lot of dimensions and you’re one of my favorites.”

“That’s nice. Are you kicking me out? I know you’re Rick Sanchez but as far as I’m aware, this isn’t some little one-time thing. Like more than friends with benefits but not a relationship. You’re such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

“Oh, here, here w-we go. I’ve heard this s-so many times from, from so many fucking women. Stay, stay the f-fucking night. Hotel Sanchez. Amenities include a military cot built for one, k-lax crystals and no f-food. Enjoy your stay.”

With that, Rick turned out the light

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Before he turned out the light for the evening, Rick allowed himself to drink your figure in his eyes. 

Since the bed was so small and flimsy (seriously, with all of the rough sex that’s been had on it, how has it not collapsed), Rick often slept using pillows to prop him up, giving him some extra bed space. This was even more likely when women spent the night.

Rick certainly didn’t come across as a man that enjoyed cuddling. Many women took this interpretation and didn’t bother asking for an overnight invite. The few that suggested it were rebuffed, leaving a very small few that stayed once Rick “gave in”.

She was one of those very small few.

Rick genuinely liked her because they had things to talk about other than sex and television. She didn’t let his age intimidate her, which he respected. 

And he liked watching her fall asleep after their nights together.

Oh, to be sure, he always put up “a fight” about her staying over, but secretly was always scared she would say no and he would have to spend yet another night alone drinking. 

But tonight, he could see sleepiness begin to take over her facial features as she looked up at him, cuddled in one of his old band shirts and some blankets.

“Rick?” she asked softly. He could never, never let her know how much of a sucker he was for that one word in that one tone. No matter what the task.

“Yes?”

“Can you roll the post-orgasm joint? My fingers feel stiff.” Rick internally breathed a sigh of relief. A simple task that would help them both sleep- there’s a time and place for k-lax, as they both knew.

“Of course. Just give me a f-few minutes, my stash is in the, the garage. Safest place, I doubt anyone here s-smokes pot except maybe Jerry and he’s too much of an idiot to find it.”

“Makes sense.” She kissed Rick softly as he rose from the bed.

When he returned a few minutes later, Rick could tell she was starting to dose off and gently nudged her.

“One fine smokeable,” and sparked the lighter. Her eyes opened slightly and she smiled when she smelled the air from the combustion.

“Smells great,” she said sleepily. “Purple kush maybe?” She took a hit from the joint off of Rick, inhaled deeply and smiled, passing her lover the joint back. This exchange happened several times until the smoke was extinguished. Rick leaned into his pillow wall, relaxation setting in, and she laid on top of his chest in response. Rick remained stoic in response until after several minutes, he could hear her breathing slowing down and carefully reached for his flask.

This was the Rick he was ashamed of. The Rick that spent the night with a monogamous partner, allowed her to wear his clothes, smoke his drugs, share his bed- and evoke a desire to care for and protect. He found himself gently stroking her hair, not unlike how he used to with Beth and whispering three words Rick Sanchez would deny he ever said.

You Will Never Feel Like You’re Alone (i’ll make this feel like home) (Farraja) - Vladonna

A/N: Hey babies! I wrote almost 6K of non au Faraja and I wanted to share it with you, too. He/him for Farrah and they/them for Aja, but I use their queen names (with, like, two exceptions). Hope you like it :)

Summary: Farrah is upset and Aja just wants to know why.

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anonymous asked:

Please, I really need some advice on how to stop procrastinating. I tried so hard, but I keep debating on the Internet, reading fanfiction and literally doing research on everything except the subject I have to read about.

If internet is impossible for you to work on then do it on books. It’s will be more slow but you won’t be able to start doing something else.

sunshine-zenith  asked:

What's your favorite fanfiction trope?

Hmmm. I enjoy most tropes if they’re well-executed tbh, but there’s a few that I like more overall.

The easy answer would probably be: hurt/comfort. That shit is my weakness, nearly all of my fanfics have derived from my need for hurt and then the necessary comfort that most tv series/movies/books seem intent on depriving us. Like, nothing will top this.

But a close second would be a moment where Person A is threatened/put in danger/hurt and Person B can’t stand it. Those are the scenes I replay on my computer. Platonic or romantic, that’s some good shit.

In terms of romantic tropes, give me mutual pining; fake marriage/dating; protecting each other.

There’s probably way more, but yeah, those are the few that came to mind.

anonymous asked:

There NEEDS to be more Yui x Diaboy content in this fandom. Especially RukiYui, Shuyui, ReijiYui, YumaYui, Kouyui lol They are all so good and have their own unique dynamics.

Yes, of course! I don’t want to offend any OC blogs or anything but it’s more rare to see Yui x Diaboy content these days…when I joined the fandom, most of the good ones that provided quality content for Dialovers already left…but I’m grateful to those who stuck around and still continue to give us more Yui x Diaboy art/fanfiction for our viewing pleasure. 

However, when it comes to those ships, I know that ShuYui is very popular already since even the Japanese fandom considers Shu to be extremely handsome so they ship him with Yui…hah, no wonder there are so many doujins of him.

I’ve also noticed that YumaYui has been getting more popular as well…I don’t mind though, it is a very cute ship. Plus, it’s adorable to see a relationship where the girl is short and the guy is fairly tall. I don’t know if it’s just me but I find that kinda cute. ^^

RukiYui, on the other hand, isn’t as popular as the others…I’m not sure if it’s because of the way he treats her (which isn’t the worst by far tbh) or because he’s more reluctant to show his emotions compared to the others, I just know that it’s not very popular, which is…surprising…I mean, Ruki got second place in the polls, right? It’s kinda sad…I mean, there’s so much more to the guy than what the fandom portrays…he’s actually a very complex character to read up on…

I fully support ReijiYui though, I believe you already know about the lil rant I made for it lol. Honestly, I could talk about it for hours since it’s such an amazing ship for me. 

When it comes to KouYui though…I understand that all the boys are horrible in their own way but I can’t forgive Kou for the things he did in his own route to Yui…it just hits too close to home…On the other hand I consider him the most broken of the boys so he might be the one who needs Yui the most…so he too, deserves to get the same recognition like the others…however, whenever he does that personality switch, I always get chills down my spine…and his way of thinking also frightens me…he intimidates me the most lol. 

Sorry this turned into another one of my rants but you have a point, Anon. I agree that all ships are very unique and interesting in their own way. However, I think the fandom also needs more Yui x Tsukinami and Yui x Kino love too…they’re very unappreciated ships as well. ^^

Thanks fror tagging me, dear. <3 @kayejwrotes

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have?
Ok. So I’m not mainly a writer, but I do have a work in progress, hahaha. 

So, it’s an Iwaoi fic (of course) and it’s a Hitman AU and it’s very graphic and I’m sorry for everything. 

Since we’re already at it, I’m in dying need of a Beta-Reader, so if you are interested, hit me up. Please. 

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?
I don’t write anything else, besides a few poems sometimes. 

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?
Paper. Just the feeling of pages on your fingers and the smell of a new book. I’d rather pay more for a paper book than read an ebook. 

4) When did you start writing?
Mhh. In 2011, something like that? But nothing anime related. But still fanfiction, lol.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?
Well, I upload it, so yeah. And I always scream @kayejwrotes when I got a new idea for, for example, my Hitman AU. 

6) Where is your favourite place to write?
At home in the kitchen (so it’s not that far to chocolate, haha. I get frustrated easily) on the table or on my couch. Which is also the kitchen since my living room and kitchen aren’t separated. 

7) Favourite childhood book?
Tbh. I hated books as a kid and no one ever read to be, haha. So, none. 

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?
For fun, of course. I just like to share my thoughts. But I don’t write something for the sheer cause of uploading. 

9) Pen and paper or computer?
Computer, but I take notes on paper (currently on a napkin cause I didn’t have anything else in reach to write on) like the storyline or characteristigs I want to get into the story. But yeah, computer. I love the feeling and sound of a keyboard, haha. 

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?
Nah. Just doing my own thing~. 

11) What inspires you to write?
Literally everything. But mostly music. I also can’t write without music. But also games and other fanfictions/books. Life in general. 

So, I’m tagging @negare-boshi @nyciel @evenifidie and I honestly don’t know more. Everyone should feel tagged, lol. 

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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A few reminders about Hunk (for writers, or just in general)

idk, i was just reading some fanfiction and felt the need to post this. If I made a mistake about anything in Canon, or if you politely disagree with me on anything, please feel free to notify me! Also, add on if you see fit ^^

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1. Hunk is in no way consistently passive/cheerful :

I feel this depiction of Hunk is mostly due to the fact that most fanfictions are not revolved around him (a shame, really), and thus the conflict does not call for as much involvement/reaction from him. But, as we can see in the first Balmera episode, Hunk can get extremely frustrated, impatient, and so forth whenever someone he loves and cares for is in danger. In fact, he can be downright scary. If anyone was actively hurting his friends, on or off the battlefield, this boy is not going to be cheery.

2. Hunk isn’t afraid to be frank :

On sort of the same note, while Hunk likes to be and is supportive, he does not sugarcoat, or try to make things seem like something they aren’t. This guy tells it as it is, and if he thinks something is a bad idea, and/or going to put anyone in danger, he is going to let you know.

3. Hunk panics :

I will start this off by saying that I am not an expert when it comes to anxiety or panic attacks, but I do have personal experience with both. And from that personal experience, I believe that from a nonobjective standpoint, hunk shows a lot of signs of very real anxiety.

He fidgets/gestures with his hands a lot, looks around and widens his eyes frequently, talks in a hurried or low voice, and worries insistently once something doesn’t seem right to him. In the Belly of the Weblum episode, Hunk seemed very much on the verge of a panic attack, and if Keith had not known what to say to him to keep him focused, I could see Hunk breaking down right then and there.

This is an aspect of his character that I do not see addressed all that often, and while it can be a heavy/difficult subject to write, there are ways to make it a part of his character without it being a defining point. (Such as in the show itself.)

4. Hunk likes his details :

From the space mall episode, we can see that when it comes to himself, hunk is *particular* about what he makes. He wouldn’t let any food leave the kitchen area unless he deemed it perfect.

When it comes to planning, Hunk has been shown to ask several questions, looking from different viewpoints to find holes in their plans. He is more comfortable the more details he has about the situation he is in. (See the Belly of the Weblum episode where he seems *terrified* when Keith and him cannot watch Coran’s entire video)

The Covenant!

Ladies and Gentlemen! I recently watched a movie called The Covenant, made in 2006

And then I was like

Not even kidding, everyone with everyone. But since it’s a pretty old movie there weren’t many fanfictions or video for it. I HAVE READ PRACTICALLY EVERY FAFIC FOR THIS MOVIE! I’m not even kidding.

So, I need everyone on Tumblr to watch The Covenant so there’s fabulous fanfiction for everyone! 

Let’s get this started. SEBASTIAN STAN!

SO MUCH

Because everyone knows demon-eyes are hot

And magic!

And boys!

Damn ;)

And some great lines!

And you can literally ship everyone with everyone

So why don’t you drop into this fandom?

Write some fanfics, make some videos, and have fun!

Also here’s a couple of Fan!Video to get you started once you’ve watched the movie :D

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsPafrjGKsY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzFkf-ebfp4

And if you don’t like the movie, please reblog anyway so other people can see it :)

HAVE A NICE DAY!

Fanfic Withdrawal Syndrome

That state of grief, satisfaction, utter lack of purpose, and existential crisis you feel after finishing a very well written fanfiction; thinking you could never love anything as much as you’ve been in love with that lovely piece…

A Note on Reblogging (Your Own Fic/Art/Stuff/Etc.)

Look, here’s the deal with tumblr: it moves fast. A lot of people follow enough blogs that scrolling through one’s entire dash is impossible. I remember the days when I could wake up in the morning and scroll back to the last post I saw before bed. Sweet, summer child.

Here’s the other deal with tumblr: I see so much anxiety about reblogging one’s own stuff, be it art; analysis; fanfiction; hell, personal posts and replies. I have (and continue to feel deeply) that anxiety. Every time, my inner critic and I go through the same song and dance.

Critic: You look like you’re begging for notes/replies/reblogs. People will think you’re needy/full of yourself/have to be the center of attention. You already have a few notes, why do you need more? Other people have it worst than you. Ugh, you’re just clogging the dashes of your followers. If they wanted to read it, they’d have read it already.

Me: *ball of anxiety* You’re right. Wait, no you’re not. Wait, maybe you are. Wait, no—

I’d say it’s 50/50, even now, that I’ll reblog myself. 

And you know what? Fuck that. 

  • Not everyone can get through their dash in a sitting.
  • Timezones are a thing.
  • Work hours are a thing, also affected by timezones.
  • Life away from tumblr is a thing (what??? I know).

There are so many reasons a person might not see your fic/art/stuff the first time. Reblog it the next day. Reblog it a week from now. Hell, set up a schedule or a queue and have it reblog itself three months from now. Go back through old fics and reblog the ones you really liked; I guarantee you have followers who are new enough to have never seen it or who would like to reread it.

Be proud of the work you do.

Oh yeah, I felt that resistance from here.

Say it again. Out loud. Write it on a post-it note and stick it where you’ll see it.

Be proud of the work you do.

You wrote/made it for a reason. And yeah, part of that reason was probably to share it with other fans. Otherwise, why post at all? I know. Man, I get it. I’m cringing even writing that. The fucked-up “don’t show off” mentality runs deep, right?

Fuck that, too.

If you have followers who unfollow you because you’re reposting your stuff (and this is hard to prove, remember; maybe they quit tumblr, maybe their interests diverged from yours, whatever), who cares? Let them go. For everyone who leaves you, many will stay. And many will be happy to see that thing they missed because of work, life, sleeping. Especially if you follow a few points of tumblr/dash etiquette:

  • Use cuts/read mores for anything longer than a few hundred words (I tend to cut at about 400-500 words, though if something’s under about 700 I might leave it).
  • Reblog at reasonable intervals (day/evening, next day reblog, etc. Hourly might be a bit much ;D).
  • Use tags so people can filter appropriately.

Be proud of the work you do.

(Write it down. Yes, you. <3)