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Bad Dreams

hey y’all! sorry that i’ve been inactive for so long but i went back to school and sports and just have been completely swamped. thanks so much for understanding. also, I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! I was so excited to write this and a huge shoutout to @darpom15 for the request! 

Prompt 94: “I had a bad dream again”

It was around one in the morning when I woke up with a dire need to pee. I tossed and turned, debating whether or not it was worth getting out of my cozy bed. I sighed as I sat up and crawled out of bed. As I started to walk towards the bathroom, the room to my shared dorm room slowly started to creak open. I panicked and grabbed the first thing I could find which happened to be a hairbrush off of the dresser. A tall figure lurked into the room and I raised the bush over my head, ready to chuck it at the intruder. I took a deep breath and braced myself to throw when a familiar voice cut me off.

“Woah! Wait! It’s me! It’s okay!” the voice whispered yelled and I knew who it was right away.

“Fred? What are doing here this early in the morning?” I asked my boyfriend of the past three years. Normally, we would end up spending the night in each other’s dorms but due to Umbridge’s new rules and punishments, we have cut back.

“Oh. Um. I-uh.” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. I instantly knew something was wrong. I shuffled closer to Fred and wrapped my arms around his middle.

“Freddie, what’s wrong?” His face flushed red as he buried his head into my neck.

“I had a bad dream again.” he mumbled.I sighed at his words. Fred confided to me a couple days ago that he was struggling to sleep due to nightmares.

“Oh Freddie.” I cooed, snuggling close to him. “Why don’t you go lay down and I’ll be in in a minute.” I told him.

“What? Where are you going?” he asked, sounding kinda scared. His hand flew to my hips and held me.

“I just have to pee babe. Then, we can go to sleep.” I quietly giggled. His facial expression quickly relaxed.

“Oh. Sorry. You go do that.” he smiled. He kissed the top of my head and dragged his body over to my bed. I grinned the red-headed boy now laying on my bed. He was so precious. I headed into the bathroom and quickly peed before heading back to bed. Fred was now buried under my blankets and curled himself up into a cocoon in the center of the bed. I shuffled over to him and nudged him to move over. He glanced up at me before sliding over and releasing his tight grip on the blankets. I crawled in next to him and the second I laid down, Fred wrapped his arms around me securely and snuggled into me.

“Freddie, what’s wrong? Talk to me baby.” I whispered, running my arms up and down his back. He shook his head and nuzzled into my neck. Usually when we sleep together, he enjoyed holding me into his chest and being the big spoon. He only liked being the little spoon when something was seriously bothering him. “I know something’s up. Talk to me, please. Let me try to help.” I whispered, trying to convince him to let me in. He only shook his head. I took this as a sign he didn’t want to talk and didn’t press the issue anymore. “Well, we can talk in the morning if you want. Now let’s just sleep–”

“I don’t want to sleep.” I was cut of by Fred in a quick, panicked voice. I knew right away that it was his nightmares that were bothering him. He held me closer once I mentioned the topic of sleep.

“Okay, we don’t have to. What do you wanna do?” I ran my hand through his growing orange hair.

“Can we sit downstairs and talk? I don’t wanna sleep.” I agreed and we got out of bed. I grabbed a sweater and a pair of slippers and quietly slipped out of the room with Fred trailing behind me. We headed into the vacant common room and plopped onto the couch. I laid down and Fred draped his body on top of me. My fingers ran through his hair as he rested.

“Is it the dream?” I asked softly. I felt his body tense once I brought out up the topic. Slowly, he nodded. I sighed. Whatever this dream was must really have him rattled. He told me previous that his dreams weren’t bad enough that he couldn’t go back to sleep but tonight seemed to be a different story. “Wanna tell me what it was about?” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair and down his back. He hesitated before nodding in agreement.

“They took you. The Death Eaters. They tied me up and made me watch as they just tortured you. I just had to watch as you screamed and cried because they wouldn’t stop hurting you.” he breathed out, his voice cracking as his eyes glazed over. “There was nothing I could do beside watch you suffer. I tried to go safe you but they wouldn’t let me go.” He was full on sobbing at this point. “It felt so real! I couldn’t even do anything about! I just had to sit and watch!” He was violently weeping, his body was shaking aggressively  and his breathing was quick and shallow. I wrapped him in my arms as tightly as possible and tried to sooth him.

“Baby, look! It’s me, I’m here. I’m safe and alive. It was just a dream, baby,” I spoke, doing my best to comfort him. He just kept shaking his head with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Freddie, it’s just a nightmare. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. If anything were to happen, I know you’d protect me. I trust you Fred. Everything is fine.” He merely shook his head and rested his cheek against my chest. He cried until he couldn’t cry anymore. By this point, it was nearing two am. I knew at this point that nothing I said would stop the worries in his head. So, I laid there and cuddled the red-head boy. After a long thirty five minutes of tears, Fred finally stopped sobbing and now laid completely exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” a small whisper spoke.

“Why are you sorry?” He shrugged.

“For crying, for waking you up, for keeping you up…” he trailed. I sighed. I didn’t want him to feel like this.

“Don’t be sorry babe. I have kept you up a multitude of times over my worries and fears. You do this for me all the time without a single hesitation, why wouldn’t I do it for you? Also, don’t be afraid to cry in front of me. Ever. I won’t think you’re weak or think you’re not manly. I’m just gonna think you’re human. Don’t apologize for that ever.” I said, sternly. He nodded against my skin. “Now, do you wanna go to bed? Are you feeling better?” I returned to my gentler tone.

“Can I sleep with you?” His voice resembled one of a child, innocent. I laughed lightly.

“Of course. I have to admit, it hasn’t been easy sleeping without you lately. Who cares about Umbridge? I’m not doing this anymore. We are going back to our normal sleeping arrangement.” I told him.

“I agree. I hate not having you with me.”’ he agreed. We got up off the couch and headed back up to my dorm. We used a quick trick that we learned over the years to travel up the stairs into the girls dorm. We shuffled into my dorm and got ready to finally go to bed. Fred yanked his shirt over his head and throw it in my trunk before climbing into bed with with me. He wrapped me up in his arms, causing me to rest my head on his shoulder. We shared a final kiss before drifting off to sleep.

Compass

Hey guys! It’s been so long since I wrote something. I think I need to start writing again because this took longer than usual to write. I hope I didn’t screw up the English language and I hope you still like this!
The idea came when I read about “the reassurement” Csers will have after 7x01 that CS is still true love and no one will ever ruin this. (*breath* I so hope this is true!) 

Anyway, I don’t think this is spoilery but it’s about Season 7 and includes some little things we know about so it’s up to you if you want to read it or not! Have fun! <3


The noise was louder than he expected when he entered the bar and it made him frown. He considered leaving for a second but he took two steps instead. He was done for today. They had been working the whole bloody day again in a case that didn’t want to be solved. This case had no progress already. Spending his nights too with it, wouldn’t do any help. He needed a strong drink and a good sleep afterwards.

Although, as he reached for the counter a very specific silhouette got his attention.

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Friday update 9/22/2017

Hi everyone! *waves* Esh here, after a rainy and very autumn-y week that made me super happy. Let’s jump into update- have some fun things to talk about this week. 

Writing: First and foremost, I want to talk about Ewan’s route. So Sprocket has been working on this route – and, unfortunately, slower than she would like due to several major flare ups and even a hospital stay. Trying to be productive when dealing with chronic illness is sometimes frustrating but she’s definitely a trooper. ;A; She recently decided that she needs to slightly re-work Ewan’s route. She sent me the new outline earlier this week and, as expected, it’s awesome! I have to say that I am SO excited for this route. I can seriously barely contaaaaain my glee. Sprocket has something really cool planned for it – something that will make this route a bit unique but is so, so appropriate for the Fae-focused route. There are several really cool things that are going to spawn from what she has planned and I’m just really forward to it.

I’m also continuing to work through editing. Corvin’s route required a major reworking of Chapter Four but this included adding several important scenes that help flesh out the relationships and plot. I’m also going to change up one of his endings to make it more consistent with the rest of the game. But I still expect to have his edit done soooon. And then I’ll move on to Danny’s route. Because I *must* work on them in alphabetical order. 

Art: We’ve gotten another concept art this week, and more CG sketches are now complete. We also finished another CG and it’s now officially in the game, which is really cool. (As seen above!)

It’s just a common route CG but we’re really excited to actually have an official CG in the game now. And it’s even one we can show off cause…no spoilers! Yay! xD

Other: Our coder has gotten the journal feature partially coded and I’ve seen a build with it in the game though it’s not fully functional yet. But so cool to see it in there! OwO

Our “Extras” section is now slated to get a total makeover to make it look less…blerrrgh. So that’s also good! I spent the better part of yesterday and the day before working on that new design and getting some mock-ups done for the programmer.

On another note, our composer has been back in touch now that things are settling down after the hurricane so not only is he safe and well, but he has power back! Very excited to hear that he’s okay and back in business.

Summary:  So yeah, that’s where things stand this week. Areas that haven’t really been moving forward are starting to kind of wake up and get focus, which is always nice.

Things aren’t always going as smoothly as we might hope but we’re still managing. And so…we shall see you next week! Until then, have puppies! 

(I mean…don’t literally have puppies cause that’s a bit weird unless you are literally a canine that is reading this blog. But for all others, you can have this gif of puppies.) ~___~; 

SO this happened earlier this week and I was entirely too busy to acknowledge it. It’s kind of surreal, really. I have been sorely inactive and yet you all have still signed up for disappointment  content.

I would like to celebrate in some way! I have been feeling a bit better mentally lately, and I have been wanting to do some Fall themed writing, but don’t really have any ideas. So instead of opening requests, I’m asking for ideas. I don’t promise to write anything specifically (school is killing me slowly and may inhibit writing. Woo senior year), but I need help getting the creative waters flowing.

So please send me some fall/autumn scenarios/ideas!

anonymous asked:

yo okay okay so yo alright is it bad that i'm like low-key in love with arnett, while i obviously know it's just a celebrity crush or whatever? i feel like such a 12 year old but my GOD the guy is just... you know? help me out man, i don't know why i'm beating myself up over this so much, i need reassurance and i figured i'd go to the guy with literally the guy's name as their URL

I’m glad you came to me omg. Basically you’re screwed. I’ve been having ridiculously intense celebrity crushes since 13 and it just doesn’t stop and it doesn’t get better. But we can be miserable pinning after him together and find some comfort in that we’re not alone in this. William is a life ruiner and you’re not at fault. The guy is completely unfair, writing shows where he’s shown almost completely naked and fucking people. 

notsoskinnyjeans  asked:

Your poetry is refreshing. I think poetry is truly powerful when you can feel the emotion of the writer through every word that bounces off the walls of your mind, and you can apply it to a feeling that you've had before or experienced before. That's what your poetry does for me, please keep writing. This is the poetry that the world needs to read.

Thank you so so much for such kind words. It means a lot to me. I have been going through a grind in life these days, and this really cheered me up! It’s so uplifting!
There are few people in the world who do kind deeds for others, glad to know that you are one of them. I’m grateful.
I hope to keep writing, keep inspiring, keep motivating others and myself.
Wishing you a beautiful day and a happy life.
💜

On why Shatner always spoke his lines as Jim Kirk in an ‘interesting’ manner aka “I speak and breathe in pentameter”:

SHATNER: I had worked in Shakespeare for several years. There’d be a speech in which the character expresses himself or what he plans to do or what was done to him. The speech would be meaningful in terms of the character and the plot, but it would take a hunk. I had learned to speak iambic pentameter, and try and do – I’ve forgotten how many lines – on a breath, so that you would say these words trippingly on the tongue and with a rhythm and then come to the operative word and pause a moment, so that there was a little drama there, and then continue on. That’s the way I approach these things.

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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Traffic lights are killing kink fic

Dramatic title, but this rant has been building for some time and I need to get it off my chest. Friends, fellows, lovely fic writers: kink fic in fandom lately sounds like someone is reciting a How To BDSM 101 manual and it’s really starting to grind my gears.

It seems lately that, more often than not, any fic I open with even the teeniest bit of kink spends about half the fic being excruciatingly boring and samey about making sure everyone is on the same page when it comes to consent and who is spanking who in bed. As an Actual Real Live Kinky Person, let me tell you about some things that are seriously pissing me off.

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The signs before an essay
  • Aries: We have an essay today?... FU-
  • Taurus: I've been acing this topic. No need to do last minute study!
  • Gemini: Verbally, I'm a genius. Writing all that I have to say in an hour? *sigh* I'll try.
  • Cancer: This prompt... is the dumbest thing. Who wrote this, a maths professor?
  • Leo: I'm up for a study session that ends up being a gathering or sorts.
  • Virgo: If I study study this... will I gain anything from it. What will happen if I don't study? *Procrastination*
  • Libra: *studies last minute and will probably get the best score*
  • Scorpio: Who else is completely screwed?! *high five session*
  • Sagittarius: We are being given a cheat sheet. I don't understand why everyone is panicking...
  • Capricorn: *Last minute cram study session*
  • Aquarius: My religion goes against me putting anything down on paper. Also after this I am going mute. Too bad, so sad!
  • Pisces: I would like to have a half hour meditation session before heading into this essay. Who's with me?
Worse Than Nicotine

Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.

Word Count: About 5,500.

Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!

Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it? Anyway, thank you @princesse-de-ravenclaw for reading this over!


To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,

Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)

Love, Y/N.

Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.

“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”

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  • [Percy while stuck on an island writing in his diary]
  • Day 1: Alone, doing well. Mentally sound. Met a crab.
  • Day 2: I have married the crab.
  • Day 3: I have eaten my wife.
  • [Meanwhile the gang driving home from the beach]
  • Piper: Annabeth could we stop by a gasoline station, It's been 3 hours and I really need to pee!
  • Annabeth: Sure, just wake up the rest to ask if they need to use the bathroom too.
  • Piper: Wait, where's Percy?
  • [Annabeth forcefully stepping on brakes]
  • Annabeth: OH MY GODS, WE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT HIM AT THE BEACH!

anonymous asked:

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X “Was that fucking necessary?”

“Yes, yes it was. You know why? Because you’re boiling and I won’t have more of your self-sacrificing ass. So, suck it up and take off your clothes, you need a bath.” You put the pillow aside, watching as he clenched his lids shut, refusing to look at you.

“Move, (Y/N). I’m fine.”

 “Liar.” You pressed, shaking him a little. He had to wake up.

He huffed, rolling on the bed. “Please, I just need to sleep.” 

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Killing a toxic co-workers hopes, dreams, and future.

Names changed for anonymity, happened a few years back. This is a long one so TL;DR at the bottom.

Background: I got a job working for a small hardware company. 4 people in the office, a few in the warehouse, and a delivery driver. Nothing fancy, but it got me off the night shift and onto a desk. The owner was a pretty nice guy, let’s call him Ray. Ray took over the family business in the early 2000s. Like most small business owners he was pretty frugal. The job came with absolutely zero perks. 10 vacation days that doubled as sick days, no insurance, everyone was hourly and Ray hated paying OT. He had one large customer that accounted for about half his business and everything after that was profit. He had gotten to the point where the business was doing well enough to support his comfortable life (10-3 schedule, 4 weeks vacation, season baseball tickets) and had zero interest in growing it beyond that point. But my problem was not with Ray, it was with the absolute b*tch in the purchasing department.

The players: Four people in the office meant that every part of this business fell to one of us. Ray was the owner, he negotiated large scale orders both with customers and suppliers. Sarah was our admin/receptionist, sweet as pie. I was in charge of order processing and logistics, and I did quite a bit of work revamping the company website. Ingrid (aka B*tch Supreme) handled small scale purchasing and most of the other customers.

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  • [Camila while stuck on an island writing in her diary]
  • Day 1: Alone, doing well. Mentally sound. Met a crab.
  • Day 2: I have married the crab.
  • Day 3: I have eaten my wife.
  • [Meanwhile the girls driving home from the beach]
  • Lauren: Ally could we stop by a gasoline station, It's been 3 hours and I really need to pee!
  • Ally: Sure, just wake up the rest of the girls to ask if they need to use the bathroom too.
  • Lauren: Wait, where's Camila?
  • [Ally forcefully stepping on brakes]
  • Ally: OH MY GOD, WE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT HER AT THE BEACH!
Why We Need to Appreciate Padmé Amidala

In spirit of #SWisagirlthingtoo making its way around Twitter, I thought now would be the perfect time to make a post I’ve been wanting to write for a while. Star Wars up until recently has not given much attention to its heroines, perhaps with the exception of the iconic Princess and General Leia Organa. It is incredibly sad that it has taken this long for the franchise to realise that characters such as Leia, Padmé and Rey (as well as the many animated heroines we have met such as Ahsoka and Hera) have been and will forever continue to be definitive factors in the way many girls have and will grow up.

When it comes to Star Wars, I loved Leia and I love Rey, but they are both not the heroine I connected with. I connected with former Queen and then Senator Padmé Amidala from the highly criticised (although increasingly less so) prequels and then again in the animated series, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Any Padmé fan knows that loving her as a character most often means you’ll often be told that in the end she did ‘nothing but cry over Anakin’ or is in no way comparable to her daughter, you’ll find it frustrating that no reference is made to her at all following Episode III and you’ll know that she has little to no presence in merchandising even when you are more than willing to throw coins down Disney’s way for her.

But Padmé deserves to overcome all of the above. Padmé constantly has to battle against both what people expected her to be (arguably a Leia clone) and the often restrictive and limiting definitions of what makes a “strong female character”, especially in pop culture. Regardless, here is why Padmé is such an underappreciated and amazing character.

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i. this is not about you.

ii. my insides are like paper - paper that’s been burned for a bit and now it has shriveled up, and i try to put down my matches but you tell me you need the fire for warmth.

iii. i guess you’re not the type of person to see these things but i’ve always been the one who does more, cares more, hurts more.

iv. but you don’t even want to know, right?

v. the truth is bitter, like steaming hot morning coffee - but then again, you always take yours with sugar.

vi. i lied.

—  coffee stains
Regarding one of our last asks

This one. Is about writing Latinxs in first person being yourself a white person.

I’d like to address two specific responses.

theyaoiarcanaI feel like anyone can write a character no matter what the race is. As long as it’s a good character. To say someone who’s a different race can’t write for another race because “you’re not one of us” is really stupid. Doesn’t matter if its in first person, second person, third person whatever. As long as the character is well written and the plot is amazing. I mean all Latina/Latino people don’t act the same. So. Yeah. That’s dumb. And they shouldn’t ask if they have to write for a certain race. Because it’s literally just a character, not the customization of the second coming of Jesus Christ.


I’ll repeat myself here. Latinxs are not one race, nor we can be defined as one. You don’t get to reduce us to one to fit the categorization of your worldview.

The first thing you have to do is to set up your audience when writing a story using a Latinx character as MC.

If your audience will be white people, why are you writing from a Latinx perspective? Let me tell you something. We can tell when a Latinx character has been written by one of our people and when they have been written by a white writer. On the contrary, if your audience will be Latinxs, well, read the lines above as well.

As soon as you publish your story, doesn’t matter where, you stop having control over it. Every story needs to be self-explanatory, if you have to explain yourself to your readers, sometimes bordering poor excuses, then your story was not written the way it should have been. By this I don’t mean leaving unanswered questions about the plot, those are necessary if you’re planning more than one book. 

What to do here.

  1. Set up your audience.
  2. Research.
  3. Narrow down your research.
  4. Ask the people who fucking matter. (Set me up on fire if you want to for this, but if you are writing about Latinxs, ask a Latinx for fuck’s sake. Don’t ask white people).
  5. Research again.
  6. Repeat as many times as you have to.

smallwrittenkingdoms Honest question: under this reasoning, is it ever okay for white authors to write non-white characters?

It is okay to write non-white characters, but there are ways and there are ways. Many times we don’t get the same representation, the same endings, the same description as white characters. In many stories we are only to support the white character without a story for ourselves, we get killed only because someone has to die, and it seems two, or more, non-white characters can’t co-exist in the same place at the same time. Change that. Write non-white characters with the same depth as white characters, give them interests and goals outside the white character.

Every stereotype perpetuated about non-white people sustains and endures sistematic violence. You get to read it, but we get to live it.

You want to write non-white people being yourself white?

  1. Research.
  2. If you are into character’s charts, create them for non-white characters as well.
  3. If you aren’t into character’s charts, try to keep track of your non-white characters as the story develops.
  4. Be respectful. Is free.
  5. There are stories that are not for you to write, but that doesn’t mean you can’t write other stories. We do not exist so your book can be labeled as “diverse”.
  6. The universe won’t collapse on itself if there are more than two non-white characters who don’t supply emotional support to the white character, or need to be defended by them. Save your white savior complex and your white guilt for someone who cares (i.e. not us).

So, are you gonna listen to our voices and read what we write or are you gonna wait for a white person to say the same words so you can finally consider what we’ve been saying for ages now?

Lia