i'm almost done with these i promise

Things I've done/said while writing

• “Oh my God this is taking too long, just shut up and get to the fucking place already.”

• Forgets I have the power to make the characters get to the fucking place already

• Constantly checks word count to see if I’ve written as much or more than I had for the last chapter

• Opens doc and rereads to remember what I was planning to write and can never remember what I was planning to write

• Opens doc and immediately closes it

• Looks over already published chapters for inspiration and feel part of my soul die when I see it’s ridden with typos

• Dad: “What are you working on?” Me: “..A story?” Dad: “Oh! When do you plan on letting me read it?” Me: “I’m lying, I’m talking to a friend.”

• Panics after I’ve closed the doc without saving, forgetting that I use Google Docs

• Forgets how to spell the word ‘wet’

• “Can I say a character tied her hair into a ponytail? Are ponytails in fantasy settings still ponytails?”

• “Why can’t I just write this part already? I really want to write this part.”

• “How many times can I mention this story to my friends before I get them to read it or make them annoyed by it?”

• Looks up definition of a word several times just to make sure it means what I think it means

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Sun Above Your Shoulders - Chapter 1 - longleggedgit - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Sun Above Your Shoulders

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama go to different high schools and meet again in Okinawa for the first time since middle school.

“Toss for me!”

The boy is grinning, already leading the way onto the court, walking backwards. Unthinkingly, Kageyama starts to follow him, then stops, annoyed at himself.

“I don’t even know your name,” he says.

“Hinata Shouyou.” Hinata steps to the right side of the net and waits.

Notes: Listen, this ridiculous thing wouldn’t even exist if not for @reallycorking warmly embracing my plot ideas and drawing inspiring fanart (more within the fic itself, click for full size!!) and enduring my periodic email updates for months on end, David fucking Copperfield-style, from start to finish, so please give her a round of applause for all the inspiration and constant feedback. Also a round of applause for @reeology for betaing, thank you so much your feedback was invaluable <333

Title from the highly appropriate Greek Song by Rufus Wainwright!

Hajime’s phone buzzed. He flipped it open to find a single text from Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan! Mom finally learned how to scan old photos and send them by email!”

Hajime scrunched his eyebrows, confused. “Why’re you telling me that now?” he typed as he buttoned up his white shirt.

His phone buzzed again. 

She sent me this!”

He felt tempted to tell Oikawa that he’d be late if he kept wasting time sending him nonsense messages, but he stopped when he saw the file attached to it. 

“Where’d you even get this?”

“Told you, Mom had it stored somewhere and she finally learned how to put her in her cellphone and send it to me.”

Hajime clicked on the photo to enlarge it and put down the phone on the bureau where he could see the screen while he tucked his shirt inside his black pants. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

It was a photo of him with Oikawa when they were barely eight months old. They were both sitting on the carpeted floor of Oikawa’s playroom, wearing matching dark blue onesies with a UFO print. The alien craze ran deep in the Oikawa family. Hajime had seen millions of photos of them as children, and had vivid memories of how Oikawa’s face had changed over the many years they’d been friends, but he couldn’t help smiling seeing the photo.

His phone buzzed again just as he finished buckling his black belt.

“I still have that onesie, and you?”

He put the phone down again to fix his mint-blue necktie around his neck and think about it.

“Dunno, maybe Mum has it.” he’d never been the kind to get too attached to his clothes. He outgrew them and got rid of them, end of the story. But his mom kept a lot of his childhood memorabilia, so there was a chance she had it.

“How rude! How can you be so careless about a precious memory of our childhood?”

Hajime sighed and put on a cream-colored waistcoat. Oikawa sent another message before he could think of anything to reply.

“Mom says they bought us a lot of matching clothes, isn’t that cute?”

Hajime smiled again, wider than before. It was so like Oikawa to get hung up on something so simple and silly.

“We’ve gone to the same school since forever so we’ve been wearing matching clothes all along, anyway.” he typed, buttoning up his black jacket and fixing the lapels, his fingers trembling a little.

Oikawa’s reply came barely a second later

“THAT’S TRUE!!!”

Hajime looked at his face on the mirror one more time, making one last attempt to make his hair look presentable and grabbed a white rose bud from the bureau and pinned it to the lapel of his jacket. He saw on the screen that Oikawa was typing something, but the clock showed he would be late if he waited to see what it was, so he just typed “I’m going out now.” and exited the room, leaving his phone behind.

The device buzzed once more with Oikawa’s last message:

“It’s like it was fate!!”


“Iwa-chan, I just realized something!!” Oikawa whispered excitedly.

Hajime glared at him. He could sense something stupid coming from Oikawa’s mouth. Would it be bad if he smacked Oikawa in front of everyone now? It definitely would.

“We’re wearing matching clothes today too!” Oikawa continued, not waiting for Hajime to show any interest in his poorly timed discovery.

Hajime glanced at Oikawa, his eyes roaming over the smooth ivory suit, the royal blue necktie (such a flashy color, exactly like Oikawa) and the cream-colored waistcoat peeking over the last button of the jacket. His eyes then went to the white rose bud that somehow stood out against the pale color of the lapel.

“Not quite.” Hajime replied quietly, eyeing the judge, wondering if they would get in trouble for arguing during the ceremony.

“How rude Iwa-chan, we totally are.” Oikawa pouted

Hajime rolled his eyes and grabbed Oikawa’s left hand to slide a golden band down his ring finger. Oikawa then did the same thing to him. His touch was soft and gentle like silk, and Hajime felt himself blush.

“Like I said, it was totally fate.”

“You may now kiss the groom.”

“For heaven’s sake, Tooru, shut up already.” Hajime snapped, grabbing Tooru by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to kiss the nonsense out of his husband’s mouth.

how to get your genius boyfriend to eat
  • Bucky style -
  • Bucky: You need to eat, Tony. It's been [insert ridiculous number of hours here] since you last ate something. I'll force it down your throat if I have to.
  • Tony: Can't. Really busy. I'm almost done. Give me one more hour and then I'll eat, promise.
  • Bucky: ...fine, one hour.
  • Nat style -
  • Natasha: You need to eat, Tony. Now.
  • Tony: Can't. Really bu-
  • Natasha: *eyes narrow slightly*
  • Tony & Bucky: ....well mark us down as scared, horny and hungry.
  • Natasha: Dinner first. It's fettuccine night.
  • Tony & Bucky: Yes, dear.

Bressie’s always been a creature of the sun. No matter the time of year, if there was sun you could find Bressie chasing it. Either by running, driving, swimming or sometimes just laying on his living room floor and basking in it. He eats it up any chance he gets, lives for those days when he can run around outside without a top and feel the burn of it on his shoulders.

It wasn’t until Niall that he came to appreciate the rain. Niall loves the sun, of course, but it’s rain that makes him go soft in the eyes. He’s never really asked about it, why Niall seems to prefer the rain so much. He figures it’s just one of those things. Some people like broccoli, others don’t. Some people like the sun, others the rain.

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A couple gifs I’m working on. Posting so I can try them out

They’re part of a Gemsona generator, for Steven Universe. Screenshot, or drag each picture, to get a randomized gem oc concept.

I still have to add gem shapes, mineral types, weapons, alliances, etc

If you have any feedback I’d love to hear it!?

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Ashnar Urcir - Chapter 1 - Arwen00710 - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Guess who NaNo’ed in 15 days ?

So, here, as promised, Ashnar Urcir first chapter is posted ! I hope you all like it.

Big, HUGE, thank you’s to @norcumi for the original idea, the awesome support and the amazing beta-work ! She’s wonderfuuuuul.

I’m also almost done with my bedroom. At first I had my desk in the living room because I thought it’d help with sleep hygiene. But I actually kinda like it in here. It’s cozy. Plus, more importantly, I can shut the cats out of my bedroom when I need to study because apparently all pens, papers and keyboards are threats that must be attacked, according to the kitten.

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Today we had our ‘final crit’ because my professor has made our final day a gallery style. We are suppose to be at about 90% done today and I’m sort of there. Few more things for the gallery on Tuesday. 

 Here are some elements that represent and support my work. 

 Images: 

 1. Today’s draft pin up 

2. Process of analysis and drawing - my methodology 

3. My narrative 

4. A diagram of one of my parameters 

5. Supporting/Inspirational quote

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i normally hate plane rides, but they did give me a chance to catch up on some reading i haven’t been able to get done during this hurricane of a semester :) ft. the hate u give by angie thomas (which was PHENOMENALLY done in respect to police brutality. conservative or liberal, give it a read) and crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo (sequel to a good book™, six of crows)