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

Some people know about this, but I have been living in some horrible conditions. It’s been getting worse for me and I’ve had enough. I’ve been super stressed about it all, and have fallen deep into depression because of it and how I’m treated. I’m not going into detail of some for it’s a bit disgusting, but I have been feeling ill alot due to unsanitary things here, and going showerless due to draining problems. I have a friend who has opened his doors for me to stay with him for a few months to get a job and save money for my own place, but its in another state so I need to fly out there. I need a few more commissions to afford a plane ticket (and for the bags I will be taking with me), so if people can help me out by either commissioning me or passing my commission post around, that would be great. I plan to leave in a few weeks, but I might need more time for this. But I need to get the ticket as soon as possible while they are cheap. Thanks guys!!

Title: “The Spooky Truth with Dr. Jones,” (½)

Summary: Emma Swan is a podcaster looking for a semi-interesting story. Dr. Killian Jones is a paranormal investigator who doesn’t believe in the paranormal. Emma Swan absolutely does not want to write this story—but it seems to be writing itself. A CS Black Tapes AU.

Notes: This delightful little AU was 100% inspired by The Black Tapes, a seriously awesome fictional horror podcast that you can listen to for free. Which you should. Right now. I’d like to thank and/or notify a # of awesome people who helped with this: @seastarved @zengoalie @ofshipsandswans @abbadons-little-witch @the-reason-to-sail-home @businesscasualprincess @swanandapirate (who also wrote a podcast AU, so if you like this, you should probably check it out). Also on Ao3.


+ Honestly, the worst thing about this job is the constant threat of, “You have a face too pretty for radio,” every time she has to conduct an interview with some bland fuck-boy that the country has suddenly decided is worth her time. If not for the occasionally tedious subject matter and overeager interviewees, it would be damn near perfect.

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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.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I've realized you haven't updated YBIAW in a while. Not trying to rush you or anything (believe me, I know how hard it is to find inspiration sometimes), but I was just wondering if maybe you've moved on to other things? You write so poetically, and it's hard to read any other Symmrat fic now that I've read this one. Everything else just seems subpar. Xd. Huge thanks for writing this, it's utterly amazing. <3

I haven’t moved onto anything else – just entertaining another ship on the side to help with some mental health stuff. I do love OW to bits and I love junkmetra just as much (if not more), but sometimes the attitude of the more toxic parts of the fandom bleeds over into my little spaces and it affects me in ways it shouldn’t. I get tired seeing a lot of the same thing. I get tired of people being immature about shipping. I get tired of people saying everyone who ships ‘x’ is a bad person and that their portrayal is wrong and unhealthy. It’s so very draining and it made me kind of retreat to another corner for a short while.

And while this is neither here nor there, it also bothers me a great deal that allistics use autism as some kind of silver bullet or as proof that a ship would never work. I see people spreading all sorts of misinformation and taking it as gospel. I also see people treating Satya with kid gloves or infantilising her. And then there’s the whole “I think I’m informed on the subject so I’m going to speak about it on your behalf” and?? It’s frustrating.

I’m autistic. I don’t need anyone to speak for me, no less allistic people who think they know what being an autistic person is like or how we interact with the world or other people, and especially not allistic people who think all autistic people are the same and lump us into the “you can’t have a relationship” box. There is such much garbage out there about how Satya shouldn’t have a realtionship with x person because she’s autistic, but everyone else is okay like suddenly the ‘perceived roadblock’ of autism disappears when she’s with someone else.

I have seen so many people say that Jamison and Satya could never have a relationship because the portrayal of them together is harmful.

My portrayal of them becoming friends through mutual interests in building, creating, and working through the new OW recall is harmful? Commiserating with one another over their pasts, losing their parents, and the other people they knew as children is harmful? Creating one another stim toys and stimming together in the OW workshop is harmful? Learning new things together with the OW crew and making friends with the team is harmful? Two neurodivergent people seeing pieces of themselves in one another despite their vast differences and broadening their views together with Winston and the others is harmful?

It’s frustrating. It is. Everyone is free to like or dislike what they want, but when this potential relationship is defaulted to harmful instead of something that could help two people grow in OW’s shadow – solely because Satya is autistic – it starts to grate on my nerves and wear me down.

Something More Than Love - Pt. 4 (SSC/Rosvolio)

“Now that the coup has been dealt with, we can focus on rebuilding our city.”  The Prince’s low tenor drew Benvolio from sleep.  The Montague pulled in a slow breath, grateful that the twinge of pain at his side had dulled during his respite.  When he finally opened his eyes, it took little time to determine that he’d gotten several hours rest judging by the position of the sun through the window.  Escalus still rested on the bed at the far side of the room, though he’d moved to sit up against the wall.  Isabella, Rosaline and Mateo stood near him, and Benvolio found himself unable to tear his gaze from the woman who had come to mean so much to him.  

As if she could feel his stare, Rosaline turned to him and smiled tenderly when she registered that he was awake.  With a respectful nod to Isabella, she excused herself.  “Are you in pain?” she asked softly, worry bleeding into her expression and hands fluttering out to support him as he eased himself up to sitting.  As soon as there was space, she sat beside him and searched his person with a watchful eye.

“It is manageable, milady.  Have you had opportunity to rest?”

“I have rested enough; I am not the one who fought with Paris…I am not the one who came back wounded.”  Her voice was soft, and Benvolio ached to draw her into his arms.  Even sitting beside him, Rosaline kept a respectful distance between them; he could not deny that it stung, that it may as well have been a canyon between them.  From the moment they stopped trying to hate one another, physical contact had become something natural.  Now, he felt its loss rather acutely.  

“How is Livia?” Rosaline’s face fell, and guilt crashed over him.  Villain or no, this man had clearly won Livia’s heart; Benvolio was familiar with the pain of loving despite the pain they caused.  “Where is she now? I would like to speak with her, if it be possible.”

Rosaline narrowed her eyes at him in confusion, but it did not take long for her to read his intention.  “Surely you know that this is not your fault, Montague?”

“Is it not?  Was it not my blade that ended his life?” Nevermind that he’d tried to give the man a chance to surrender…

“In defense of your own!” Benvolio sighed lightly and eased himself to his feet.  Rosaline did not move, and when he glanced at her, frustration and worry flashed in her rich brown eyes.  There was the fire he missed.  “Where on earth are you going?”

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*remembers that this exists* oh yeah 

this mep part ie how much cute pastel klance can i shove into 12 seconds

The Rain Fic

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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When Will My Wife Return from the War

Som.Va Week - Day Three

NSFW / Promise

When Hana goes away on a mission, she’s all Sombra can think about until she gets back… but then, something goes wrong.

Chapter One

Alright guys. This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got out-of-hand. REALLY out of hand. Chapter two is even longer.

I think that it will be really good, though. This chapter’s going to be really angsty, and the next will be action. I’m already almost done with it; it should be posted sometime next week.

Note: “mi conejita” is “my bunny” in Spanish, as translated by my Spanish-speaking friend.

Enjoy!



The alarm rang loudly, but it only lasted a few seconds before it was abruptly shut off. Wide awake, Sombra grabbed the purple marker that was set next to the calendar and drew a large X.

5 days left.

Sombra turned to look at Hana’s side of the bed, half-hoping that it wouldn’t be empty. It was. She picked up the pink pillow and held it close, breathing in its scent, but the smell of bubblegum was fading. Her eyes downcast, she laid it back down neatly.

“I won’t be gone long. It’s only a month this time.”

“A month is long enough to get yourself killed.”

There was a sigh. “I know. But it doesn’t matter what you or I want. My people need me.”

Sombra grabbed her arm. “I watch your streams. Every single one. Do you know what happens, every time you lose your mech?”

Hana shook her head.

“Nothing. The feed goes to static. We don’t know if you’re OK. We don’t know if you survived. Sometimes it takes hours to get it back online. I sit there, frozen, unable to do anything to help you. I tell myself you’re alive; I know you can take care of yourself. I do. I’ve seen it so many times. But in those moments, I… I don’t know if you’re going to come back.”

Hana gently pulled Sombra’s head down to her level and pressed her lips against her forehead. “I will come back. I promise.”

Sombra opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bowl of leftover oatmeal and a spoon. She walked back to her room and collapsed into her desk chair, spinning in circles as her thoughts wandered.

The computer whirred to life and she raised a couple of spoonfuls of the cold, flavorless mush to her mouth. She chewed it slowly and gulped it down, but it stuck in her throat. She reached for the bottle of water that had been sitting there for a few days and chugged it down, wiping her mouth off on the back of her wrist.

The bowl clattered to the ground, abandoned. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. The computer’s homepage popped up and she got to work.

MEKA tracked the locations of their soldiers in battle via GPS to keep them from getting lost or deserting. With the information Sombra got from Hana and her limited knowledge of the Korean language, Sombra was able to access the sattelite map. She glanced down at the clock in the bottom right corner of the screen. In a few minutes, Hana’s troop should be heading out again. Sure enough, a pink dot flashed on the screen. Sombra smiled sadly and watched it move across the landscape.

The mission Hana was currently on was apparently too classified for her to steam. Sombra wasn’t sure if this was a disappointment or a relief. At least Hana could send secret messages to Sombra through the streams, even though Sombra couldn’t reply. It was a comfort.

“I will come back. I promise.”

And here Sombra would stay for the rest of the day, at least until they went back for the night. She worked on her assignments for Talon and a few side projects, but the map screen stayed up in the background so that she could watch it and make sure Hana was safe.

********

The alarm rang. Sombra sat up and drew and X on the calendar.

4 days left.

She ate a packaged granola bar as the computer woke up, but as soon as the homepage loaded, a message popped up.

[EDGELORD]: We need to talk.

She huffed and minimized the page so she could hack into MEKA’s database. She waited until Hana appeared on the screen before typing out a response.

[SOMBRA]: K

She chuckled to herself as she waited for her contact’s answer.

[EDGELORD]: Do you take anything seriously?

“War is not a game, Hana. You must stop treating it like one.”

Hana laughed. “You sound like that old man now.”

“I’m being serious. You’re going to die if you’re not careful.”

She crossed her arms. “Oh yeah, and what about you? You never take your missions seriously. You joke around the whole time; you’ve told me. You act like nothing matters to you.”

Sombra’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “Do not confuse my playfulness with not taking it seriously. I have to appear completely in control.”

“Well, how do you know I’m not doing the same thing??”

Sombra looked at the pink dot on the map for a full minute before writing back.

[SOMBRA]: What do you think?

She could almost feel his annoyance. She smiled in spite of herself.

[EDGELORD]: Are you sure this network is secure?
[SOMBRA]: We’ve been over this. Yes. I made it myself.
[EDGELORD]: We’re launching an attack. Numbani. We’re going for the gauntlet.
[EDGELORD]: Should be easy. In and out.
[SOMBRA]: K
[EDGELORD]: Do you want in or not?

Sombra started to type her answer, but she hesitated and stared at the map. The pink dot flashed across the screen, as if sending her a message. She reached out and traced her finger along its path.

“I will come back. I promise.”

[SOMBRA]: I’m going to have to sit out on this one. Have fun ;)

She muted Reaper and closed out of the program. She leaned back on her chair and stared at the screen, her eyes watering.

The pink dot had just traveled across the map in a way to spell out the words “LUV U”.

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3 days left.

Sombra took her usual place at the computer. She hadn’t done the laundry in ages, so she had to resort to wearing either Hana’s clothes or her mission outfit. She chose the former. Maybe she should work on it tomorrow so that Hana wouldn’t know what a mess she’d been living in.

Today was the last day of the actual fighting. Tomorrow and the day after would be for traveling back. She wouldn’t be confined to this desk for much longer.

Suddenly, the pink dot raced across the screen at a fast pace. Too fast. It moved sporadically around the battlefield. Sombra sat up, alert. She set down her drink cup and scrambled for the keyboard. She slipped on her headphones.
She hacked into the troop’s comm line. She had refrained from doing so this whole time because she could be traced easily, but something was wrong. 

“I will come back. I promise.”

The line was nothing but static at first, but with some adjusting, she got a few messages to come through.

The first thing she heard was Hana shouting orders at the rest of her troop in Korean; Sombra hit the translate button.

“Everyone, in formation! Get ready to fire! We can take them!”

Sombra pulled the microphone closer to her face, making sure the voice scrambler was on. “Hana? What’s going on?”

“Who are you? What do you want?”

She couldn’t use her name, so she had to say something else, something only she and Hana would know.

“Forget me so soon, mi conejita?”

“I will come back. I promise.”

Hana breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you sure this is safe?”

Sombra smiled. “Don’t worry about me, worry about you. What’s happening?”

“I will come back. I promise.”

“The mission - ” static. “Out of control. We - “ static. “AI program. I don’t think - “ static. Sombra adjusted the dials again. 

“I’m sorry… I love you.” There was a high-pitched scream and the channel went to static The pink dot flickered on the screen and then faded out.

“I will come back. I promise.”

Sombra tried to recover the signal, any signal. Nothing was coming through. “No, no, no no nononono!”

“I will come back. I promise.”

She tried everything. Nothing happened.

“I will come back. I promise.”

“I will come back. I promise.”

“I will come back. I promise.”

Sombra sat back and stared at the screen, the static from the comms creating white noise in the background.

After a few moments of thinking, Sombra stood up; there was purpose in her eyes. She stripped off Hana’s sweatpants and donned her mission outfit. She picked up her gun and hoisted it up on her shoulder. She smiled a determined smile.

“I will come back. I promise.”

She was going to have to help Hana keep her promise; she was going to have to rescue her herself.



Alright! I really enjoyed writing this one. I’m actually quite proud of myself. The next chapter is already almost done!

(I’ll link the next chapter here when I get it done)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

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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!?

purely-a-trashcan  asked:

WAIT IMAGINE THE SOUNDS WHILE THEY'RE FUCKING Jesse's tight, sloppy, soaking wet hole getting pounded by that big cock. His little hitching sobs at every thrust. Gabe cooing and grunting and moaning and sighing happily while he destroys Jesse. Jesse moaning and whining and just sounding WRECKED while bouncing on his cock. I just.... This has been another scenario.

Don’t mind me squealing and blushing, jesus christ. THIS IS SO GOOD

What if their first time is also Jesse’s first time??? He was too nervous or scared before, didn’t want to be called a girl because of his body but also didn’t want to come out to anyone about being a boy so he just avoided it altogether. 

But after he meets Gabe and they have their relationship going, he trusts him enough to try it out. and wow, he does not regret it in the slightest. He didn’t really know what to expect since they wouldn’t really be all that familiar with each other’s bodies yet but his expectations are blown away when they get down to it.

We all know that Gabe is a wonderful lover, he’d pay such good attention to Jesse to see what he does and doesn’t like, work him up and tease him relentlessly just to hear what sounds he can make. Jesse is a mess before they even get to the actual fucking, barely able to stay upright enough to ride Gabe like he so desperately wants to. He tries anyway, bouncing on his lap and crying out ragged and breathless. He doesn’t last long that way though and Gabe has to push him back onto the bed to switch positions, taking control of it and just letting Jesse enjoy it all. Jesse’s probably a little embarrassed by all the sloppy wet sounds his body is making, but Gabe would love em, knowing he can make Jesse so wet. Maybe when they pick up the pace a bit once Jesse is used to it, the sounds the bed makes too really get to them??? It’s a regulation military bed, meant to be tough, but the creaking and squeaking is almost as loud as them, and by the end of it all, the bed has shifted a couple inches from its original spot from how wild they got.

That boy will never be the same