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

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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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.

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.
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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!

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art creds and info are in the youtube description!!


*remembers that this exists* oh yeah 

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

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.

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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!?

So, some time ago I’ve read this genius story about a girl whose hair color changes with her emotions. The author - my dear @ac-ars put a lot of work into this masterpiece and I remember crying almost after every chapter. One day I asked her if I could print this story to have as a book because it totally deserves a place in my small room library. She agreed on this and then the idea of making the cover came to my mind. It was like three or four moths ago and today I let myself be inspired by this incredible story.

If you still haven’t done it, go and read a story of Metamorphomagus Luna: http://ac-ars.tumblr.com/pau-tries-to-write

I promise you, it’s worth every minute.