this is what you get when you write

Some people take your breath away from the very start. Loud and wild and incredibly alive. Sometimes you fall hard with on the spot, and it lasts, but here’s the thing about love: mostly it grows. Mostly it’s seeing her in class and wondering what she's thinking. Watching her write her name at the top of her paper in loopy cursive. When you ask her out for the first time, your palms are sweaty. God, you think. Get a grip. But then she says yes, and you stop thinking altogether.
     And it’s quiet, this love. Shimming it’s way into your life. You learn that she’s funny. She likes bad reality TV and drinks coffee by the gallon. When you compliment her, she tucks her chin in embarrassment. She’s kind to people. Generous. And here’s the other thing about love: mostly you don’t see it coming.
     One day in the middle of winter she takes your hand and presses close and says, “You’re so warm. God. I wish I could wear you like a sweater.” And that’s it. The shy girl in English with big eyes. Loopy cursive. This girl. This is it, you think. This is what it’s all about. You tell her that you love her one day, many months later, and maybe she says it back. Maybe she smiles wide with all of her teeth and says, “it took you long enough. ” Maybe you marry her or maybe she starts asking for space. Maybe it’s too much, this love. Or maybe you break her heart and she never forgives you. Maybe love just isn’t enough. Maybe all of this. None of it. Something else entirely. I mean, that’s the thing about love: mostly it doesn’t make any sense at all.
Another Phone Call
  • Molly: *rolls over in bed to grab and answer her ringing mobile* Hello? This is Dr. Molly Hooper.
  • Sherlock: Molly, it's me. I'm using a different phone.
  • Molly: *sighs heavily* Right, what now?
  • Sherlock: I just need you to do something very easy for me.
  • Molly: *clenches her jaw* Are you trying to be funny, Sherlock? When you said that earlier today there was nothing easy about it.
  • Sherlock: Yes, but now I mean it. Because all I need you to do now is listen. Can you do that?
  • Molly: Well...yes.
  • Sherlock: Good. *exhales* You count to me, Molly, so very much. And I trust you. I trust you with my work, with my secrets, and with my very life. You matter more than most of the other people that inhabit this entire planet. You are unique, intelligent, brave, and puzzling to me in the best sort of way. And you're beautiful; so very beautiful in every way a person can be. And...I love you, Molly...I love you.
  • Molly: *speechless*
  • Sherlock: Molly?
  • Molly: Y-yes I'm here.
  • Sherlock: Good.
  • Molly: *her voice unsteady* And...was that it?
  • Sherlock: Yes, that was all I needed you to do.
  • Molly: *softly* Ok.
  • Sherlock: Well...goodnight, Molly.
  • Molly: Wait! Sherlock, can you do something for me now?
  • Sherlock: Anything.
  • Molly: *pauses* Come to my flat please.
  • Sherlock: ...right now?
  • Molly: Yes, now please. Because...I'm not saying it over the phone this time.

itsrainingsomewhereelse  asked:

Aah, you've got such a good grasp of the characters' personalities, especially Sans, who I find very few really get right. Do you have any tips or guidelines on how to portray post-Pacifist Sans, both in the short and the long run, and possibly if Frisk or whoever else already Reset a True Pacifist Ending? That would be really helpful for those of us wanting to get him right. ^^ Thank you for your great Undertale talks!

Ahhhh I do my best! Sans is complicated, so it’s hard to know exactly what’s motivating him at any moment. And my Post-Pacifist Sans changes a lot from how he is during the game. And how he is in the game is a lot different from how I imagine he was when he was younger, too.

I think no matter how you write your Sans, you should have an idea of what his priorities are at each stage. People only change when some event occurs in which their current way of thinking is no longer appropriate, and needs reassessing. It’s a gradual change of traits, with a lot of overlap.

This gets pretty long.

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Is It Time?

Request: Could you do a newt x reader where the reader gets all nervous because she wants to tell him she is bisexual and she tells him but he doesnt know what it means and when he finds out then just fluff x

~I have never written something like this, meaning involving sexual preferences, but I hope I got it right. I enjoyed writing this and putting in lots of fluff :) I hope you enjoy!~

You sat in the park and watched your friend Newt walking towards you with a smile on his face and case in his hand. Your stomach got that butterfly feeling and you tried to control it. You had the biggest crush on him.

“Good morning, Y/N.” he grinned at you as he got closer. You stood up from the bench you were sitting on and nodded to him.

“Good morning, Newt. It’s nice to see you again.” you said to him.

He shuffled awkwardly for a moment and looked at you.

“Um, shall we go to get some breakfast?” he asked. You had both tried to set aside time to see each other, even though you weren’t dating. It felt nice to be around your friend.

“Yeah, let’s go.” you said, smiling. Newt flashed one back and started walking beside you to a small diner nearby.

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7 q - T77

I was tagged by @tafkas77 (thank yooouu!!) to answer these seven questions: 

I. Why do you have this blog?
To read and be read. To learn about writing; to hone my skills as well as my usage of the English language. To meet new people and oh my, even be social when I feel extroverted!

II. What is the purpose of this blog?
Unread poetry might as well have never been written, so the purpose of this blog is to give my writing the right to exist.

III. What is your opinion of therapy and poetry/writing as a therapeutic tool?
Of course it is a therapeutic tool! All forms of (artistic) expression are. On a whole other level one can connect with their emotions, there is the benefit of introspection, and the sheer good vibes of starting and finishing small or big projects. To me, writing keeps the ongoing stream of thoughts from piling up, which would drive me mad if I’d let it. Well, sad mostly. Each time I hit post I officially let go of an idea or emotion. The extra benefit of posting this is that I feel seen and appreciated for the person I am. In all my flaws and inner turmoil, I am not alone.

IV. What kind of poetry do you like?
Romantic and passionate poetry, silly rhymes that make me laugh, sonnets and villanelles, philosophical poems. Basically I like anything that has a nice cadence and lyricism, along with lively imagery.

V. What do you think is the purpose of poetry?
Communication, be it conveying a thought or emotion. Think or feel, be moved. Ah, poetry’s purpose is motion; to cause action within oneself and another.

VI. What subject matter would you like to see covered by poetry?
There is no way I could answer this. Poetry is far grander and more dynamic than the limitations of my own fluctuating personal preferences.

VII. What is the purpose of Tumblr?
Connecting people.

I tag @robertjw4688, @rhapsodyinblue45, @yaamarhabibi, @rarasworldbro, @takingstockofwhatmattersmost, @ninjadebris, @mycrumplednotebook, @daninstockholm-writes-poetry and anyone else who wants to do this!

to-spoopy-for-you  asked:

Hello I wanted to ask what is Mouse verse? Idk if I'm spelling that right. thanks:)

Hey, @to-spoopy-for-you!

The Mouseverse is my AU Brittana fic series which diverges from canon starting around episode 3x13 “Heart.” In the Mouseverse timeline, Brittany and Santana never break up. They graduate from WMHS together in 2012 and then attend UCLA, where they’re roommates with Mercedes Jones. Eventually, they get married and—spoiler alert—have a daughter. The series follows them all the way into their old age, when they become the coolest (and silliest) grandmothers you can possibly imagine.

I write the series out of chronological order, mostly in vignette form, so you get to see all sorts of little adventures from Brittany and Santana’s lives together. The stories are pretty much straight up fluffy, and, even though some of them start out bittersweet, they’re all guaranteed to have happy endings.

The Mouseverse is basically my little Brittana happy place.

I call this series the Mouseverse because, in it, Brittany’s nickname for Santana is “mouse” or “little mouse.”

You can find my Mouseverse stories here and here, if you’re interested.

Thanks for the question!

squirrelchester  asked:

I just saw you that you posted part 3 for Writing Is Hard and I want to read it SO BAD but my dad is on his way here to help me wash my cat (that sounds like the "I have to wash my hair" excuse LOL) and I don't want to be reading smut when he gets here but OH MY GOD I CAN'T EVEN WAIT TO READ IT!

Hahaha, it will still be there later. Can’t wait to hear what you think! XOXO

anonymous asked:

So friend, what do I haveta do to get you write more morphine Ryan. Cause I just kinda hung out in your raywood tag for half an hour and now I'm feeling emotional

Honestly, the only thing you need to do is ask:

Ray’s camped out on Geoff’s couch, playing some stupid game on his phone, when the door opens. He looks up, feeling his stomach clench when he watches Michael and Geoff help an irritable Ryan across the threshold. He still looks pale, still looks tired and drawn, but he’s alive.

Ray moves his feet, making room for Ryan, and Geoff and Michael lower him onto the couch. He leans his head back, closing his eyes, burrowing deeper into the leather jacket that someone had draped over his shoulders, and for a moment Ray thinks he’s actually sulking.

“You’re not going back to your apartment,” Geoff says, clearly continuing an argument from earlier. “So stop pouting and accept it.”

“Not pouting,” Ryan grumbles but doesn’t open his eyes. “And fuck you.”

“Yeah, love you too, asshole,” Geoff retorts heading into the kitchen. “You want some juice?” When Ryan doesn’t respond, Geoff huffs and says, “Fuck off, you’re getting juice.”

“Can I have some juice?” Michael’s eyes widen innocently, making him look years younger, and for a moment Ray can almost convince himself that Michael didn’t blow up a parking lot full of parked cars last month as a distraction.

“Get the fuck up and get it yourself.” But not Geoff apparently.

“Jeez, you think you know a guy,” Michael jokes but still gets up and gets a Red Bull out of the fridge. “Hey Ray, you want anything?” Ray shakes his head and Michael shrugs, closing the door.

“Here.” Geoff practically shoves the juice at Ryan, sinking into the chair adjacent to the couch. “Drink that or I’ll shove it down your goddamn throat.”

Ryan mutters something about mother hens and annoying pricks, but he still sits up and takes a sip of the juice. He puts the bottle down with a grimace, leaning back again. “You gonna be this irritating all the time?”

“Just until I know you’re not going to rip your stitches by doing something stupid.”

Ryan sticks his middle finger up and Geoff snorts, but neither one says anything else. Michael returns to the living room, perching on the arm of Geoff’s chair, putting his feet on the coffee table. “So, who’s gonna take Ryan’s place in the heist?”

“I can still do it,” Ryan grumbles.

“Over my dead body,” Geoff mumbles not even looking his way. He leans back in his chair, thinking a moment, but finally shrugs and says, “I can just replace Gavin with Sonntag, have him take Ryan’s place. Greene still owes me a couple favors.”

“You sure you want Lawrence hacking again? Last time he kept correcting our technique,” Michael points out, taking a swig of his drink.

“Yeah, he did, but he’s also good at what he does. It can’t hurt to call him.”

“Does anyone care what I think?” Ryan asks curiously.

“You’re not going.”

Ryan huffs but doesn’t respond, burrowing back into his jacket, trying to cross his arms only to wince. He lets them fall into his lap, bunching the material of his sweats in his closed fists instead, his jaw clenching, and Ray wants to reach out, reassure him that just because he has to sit out for this one doesn’t mean he has to sit out for them all, but he can’t bring himself to do it. So, he just sits there awkwardly, listening to the conversation.

Michael and Geoff continue to make plans, bouncing ideas off each other, while Ryan dozes off next to Ray, his head lolling over onto his shoulder. Ray should move, knows he doesn’t deserve the trust that Ryan is giving him, but he’s not going to be an asshole. Not going to risk waking Ryan up because of his issues. So, he sits there, stewing in his own guilt, clutching his phone tightly.

It’s another twenty minutes before Geoff and Michael get up, the former heading towards the bathroom to take a shower, the latter mentioning something about going to hang out with Gavin and Lindsay. When the front door closes behind Michael, the room lapses into a tense silence, broken only by Ryan’s deep breathing and the noises from the game Ray had forgotten he’d been playing.

He shuts his phone off, tossing it onto the coffee table, glancing over at Ryan. Dark hair falls into his face, out of its ponytail for once, and almost unconsciously Ray reaches over and brushes it away.

Ryan stirs, rubbing his face against Ray’s shoulder, and murmurs, “Adam?”

Ray freezes, barely breathing. He watches, waits for Ryan to wake up, but he just sighs and settles down again. Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Ray chews on his bottom lip. That’s the second time Ryan has mentioned this Adam guy, and Ray would be lying if he said he isn’t a little bit curious, but this shit is Ryan’s business. He’s not going to demand answers nor is he going to go along with Michael’s plan to have Gavin look into this guy. Ryan hasn’t told them about Adam for a reason, and Ray isn’t going to push him into telling them anything before he’s ready.

Besides, he has his own shit to work out. Logically, he knows he shouldn’t feel guilty, in this line of work there are bound to be injuries, but the crew trusts him to keep them safe. He’s their eye in the sky, their last line of defense from anyone who threatens them, and in a way he feels like he failed.

“Can practically hear you thinking from over here.” Geoff’s voice startles him a little, but Ray forces himself to stay still, not wanting to wake Ryan up.

“Not thinking anything,” Ray murmurs, tapping his fingers against his knees.

“Right.” Geoff crosses the room, sitting on the coffee table. Drops of water fall onto his shoulder from his wet hair, a kind smile on his face, and he looks so much like a dad that Ray feels his chest tighten. He never had this type of relationship with his own dad, his old man usually too drunk to give him the time of day, but Geoff, in spite of being the most feared man in the city, has the strongest paternal instinct out of anyone Ray has ever worked for, and at times that could be a little overwhelming.

“You wanna talk about it?” Geoff asks softly, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he clasps his hands in front of him.

Ray shrugs, trying to make himself smaller as he burrows into his hoodie. The concern in Geoff’s eyes makes his own sting and he feels his resolve crack. He blinks rapidly, looking down at his lap, and whispers, “I was too late.”

“Too late for what?” It takes him a moment, but realization dawns on Geoff. “You think what happened to Ryan is your fault?”

Ray raises his left shoulder up and down, but he can’t bring himself to look up at Geoff. He murmurs, “My job is to make sure you guys are safe, and when he needed me the most I failed.”

“You can’t,” Geoff trails off, running a hand down his face. “Ray, you can’t blame yourself for this. If anything blame the mother fucker who shot Ryan. He’s the one to blame. Not you.”

“But, but I saw them, Geoff.” Ray looks up, feeling desperate, needing Geoff to understand where his head’s at. “I, I saw the rifle, but they took the shot before…” he sucks in a ragged breath, letting it out. “I should have seen them sooner.”

“You can’t spend your life second guessing yourself. You can’t. Otherwise you’re gonna drive yourself fucking crazy. Trust me, I know.” He reaches out, resting his hand against the side of Ray’s head, gently ruffling his hair. “You’re good Ray, you are, but you’re not perfect.”

Ray looks over at Ryan, who has yet to wake up, his stomach twisting painfully. “Then why do I feel so guilty?”

“Because you’re human.” Geoff pats the side of his head, getting up, crossing the room to the kitchen, dragging a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet under the sink.

“He’s right, you know,” Ryan whispers against Ray’s shoulder. Ray wonders how long Ryan has been awake and why he didn’t notice before, but then he remembers this is Ryan. He has a habit of sneaking up on them. He’s probably trained himself to sit still for hours, knows how to control his breathing. He may look more human with his mask off, but he’s still a creepy motherfucker.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” Ryan winces as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t blame you. Not for one second, you understand me?”

“I still feel like I should apologize.”

“There’s no need, but if it helps I accept it.

Geoff returns to the living room a few moments later, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He offers the latter to Ryan, puts his glass down, and pulls a bottle of pills from his pocket. “I don’t say this often,” Geoff starts shaking a pill from the bottle, holding it out to Ryan, “but listen to Ryan. He’s right.” He jiggles his hand, still waiting for Ryan to take the pill. “It’s just an antibiotic, dickhole. So you don’t get an infection. Just take it.”

Eyeing him warily, Ryan accepts the pill. He pops it into his mouth, chasing it with a swig of water, and hands the glass back to Geoff. “Your mothering is going to get old.”

“Fuck you, I am old. I earned the right to mother you.”

Ryan chuckles softly, his laughter breaking off into a painful sounding cough, and Geoff’s instantly hovering over him, worried. He runs a hesitant hand through Ryan’s hair, softly murmuring to him, while Ryan grabs Ray’s hand, gripping it tightly, trying to keep himself grounded.

It takes a bit, and there are tears of pain clinging to Ryan’s lashes, but he gets control of his coughing. He looks exhausted, his body shaking against Ray’s shoulder, and Geoff races into the kitchen, returning a moment later with another bottle of pills.

“Here.” His hands tremble a little as he shakes out a pain pill, practically forcing it into Ryan’s palm. Geoff waits until Ryan has taken the painkiller, using the same glass of water he used with his antibiotic, before covering his face with his hand. “Goddamn, Ryan, don’t do that.”

“D-didn’t do it on purpose,” Ryan rasps, his shaking settling as the painkiller takes hold. He can barely keep his eyes open, body slumping against the back of the couch. “W-wasn’t fun.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Geoff retorts, still looking like a worried parent. “Goddamn,” he repeats, his voice barely audible.

Ray’s not even aware his hand is still in Ryan’s until he looks down at it. His fingers tingle from the circulation quickly returning to the appendage, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. Instead he squeezes Ryan’s fingers, letting him know he’s there, and a second later Ryan squeezes back.

This is actually taken from a much longer story I am working on, but I’m not sure when exactly I’ll finish it, so I figured posting this part wouldn’t hurt anything. And seriously Anon, if you ever want me to write something, just send me an ask.

anonymous asked:

What if Zen was very close with mc, one day zen takes it too far when being rude to jumin and jumin just logs off w/o saying anything, mc tells him he went too far but eventually they start to argue until mc is so done that she just stops talking to him until he recognizes what he said was wrong as a result of him not doing so mc tries to repair the damage done & starts talking to jumin more, eventually the two get closer? Could u do the same scenario with Yoosung & V and what would result?

When I get the time, I will write these out as a proper scenario and post it separately, but for now I’ll do HCs. Also just a warning, there’s a lot of swearing in this one (and dialogue in general) as umm… Zen gets a little angry.

ZEN/Jumin Han:

  • Zen knew that he was stepping over the line, and when Jumin logged off you knew he had really pissed him off this time.
  • You knocked on Zen’s apartment door, to try and talk some sense into the actor.
  • “Zen, you know not to talk about his father like that!”
  • “It’s not like he has a close relationship with his father anyway!”
  • “Hyun, honestly you’re being pathetic. Jumin clearly cares about his father, don’t overstep the fucking line with him on this.”
  • “I never brought swearing into this, but fuck it let’s fucking swear too, shall we? Fuck me, I mean it’s not like he knows what it’s like to even fucking not have a fucking father to fucking talk to.”
  • “Zen. that’s enough.”
  • “No he doesn’t get it, M-”
  • “Sort your own shit out, Hyun.” You leave, slamming the door.
  • He kept messaging you to try and apologise, but it got to the point that when you got home you turned your phone off and took a quick nap to calm yourself down.
  • When you woke up, you noticed a missed call from Jumin. Since he was now out of work, you thought it best to call him back.
  • *ring*
  • *ring*
  • “Jumin Han speaking.”
  • “Hey, it’s me.”
  • “Oh, you must have been busy when I called.”
  • “Umm.. I got into a slight argument with Zen so you could call him that. Look, I’m not apologising on his behalf or anything but I just want to say that it was wrong, what he said.”
  • “I know. I’m waiting for him to calm down a bit, he started yelling at me over the phone earlier because you two.. fell out. Or, I think that’s what he said.”
  • “Is it alright if I just come over to chat and maybe lessen the tension here?”
  • “Of course. I’ll bring Driver Kim round.”
  • “No it’s fine. I’ll just get a taxi.”
  • You arrived at his comfortably, and he poured you a glass of wine upon arrival.
  • “Listen, I can’t speak for him but I think he knows that what he did was wr-”
  • “I know. I’ve known him longer than you, MC. I know that he didn’t mean it and that he knows it wasn’t right at the time. He just got annoyed. I get it. Even I have those days.”
  • You smirk slightly, “You? The calm yet monotonous Jumin Han gets angry sometimes?”
  • He nodded, “Unfortunately, yes.”
  • “I wasn’t expecting that one.”
  • I wasn’t expecting you to call me back, MC.” As collected as ever, Jumin took a sip of his wine and let the tables turn on you, “You don’t usually.”
  • “I guess it’s just because I felt obliged to, because of Zen I mean.”
  • “I understand.” He sighed and stood up, offering his hand to you. You took it quickly, “I’ll take you out to dinner as an apology for earlier.”
  • “It wasn’t your fault, you don’t have to.”
  • “MC, I want to.”
  • After the dinner, you two were constantly talking on the messenger.
  • “Don’t you have to be in a meeting?”
  • “I am in the meeting.”
  • “Then get off the phone lolol.”
  • “I’d rather talk to you.”
  • Zen had since apologised to Jumin, but he had noticed the recent friendship blossom between him and yourself.
  • And he was more than jealous.
  • “I’m meeting Jumin tonight, sorry Zen.”
  • “Can’t you just cancel? >.>”
  • “Nope, sorry.”
  • “You never spend time with me anymore, MC, it’s all about the businessman.”
  • “Maybe don’t swear as much and I’ll spend more time with you :p”
  • You treat it as a joke around him, but he knows that your argument broke the two of you apart and.. boy does he regret it.


  • “Yoosung, just leave V alone. It’s not his fault he can’t take photos anymore…” You try to act like a neutral third party, for Yoosung’s sake, but it was all turning slightly sour.
  • “I’m sorry, Yoosung, but how are your grades going may I ask?”
  • “V don’t turn on him.”
  • “How’s LOLOL, on the other hand?”
  • “V, he’s trying to stop playing as much. Don’t. Bring. It. Up.”
  • “How many hours?”
  • “What?” Yoosung chipped in.
  • “How many hours have you wasted on that game? How many hours could you spend studying? Stop using Rika as an excuse, she might have been your cousin but she was my fiance. I think I had it worse.”
  • “No one had it worse than anyone, V.” Your attempts to break it up were failing, “Stop it.”
  • *Yoosung has left the chatroom*
  • “V, are you kidding me??”
  • “I’m bringing up a valid point, MC.”
  • “I’ve never seen you so harsh, V… Just.. leave him alone, okay? He’s trying to turn himself around.”
  • “And how well is it working?”
  • “V, fuck off.”
  • “Mind your language.”
  • “I would take more care in it if you would leave him alone.”
  • “Okay, MC. Not the first time you’ve taken his side on arguments like this - you don’t seem to know reason, MC.”
  • “I know reason perfectly well, thank you.”
  • Before you could log off, he messaged you privately just saying “You remind me of Rika. Now, who else has told you that?”
  • “Fuck you…” You said to yourself as you ordered a taxi to Yoosung’s apartment.
  • The door was open, and things were clearly thrown everywhere by the college student.
  • “Yoosung, please calm down.”
  • He turned to you, tears in his eyes and his face red.
  • “You barely know me, MC.. Why are you helping me?”
  • “Because you were right.” You smile at him, “V shouldn’t have brought it up.”
  • “She was his fiance, but she was my cousin, MC! I loved her so much…”
  • You rushed up to him to avoid him trashing his apartment further, and gave him a hug. Your head was resting on his chest and you could feel his heartbeat pounding fast, like he had been running.
  • “It’s okay. Cry as much as you need. I’m here for you. Even though you may seem lonely, I’m always here for you, okay?”
  • “Thank you, MC. You’re so kind…”

anonymous asked:

ive been freaking out over a large amount of things lately that really probably dont matter and also just had a nightmare which is making me even more anxious, do you have anything you usually do when youre upset or any advice to give me at all? i know thats kind of vague but its all really complex and i dont want to write an essay about whats wrong with me;;; thanks ghost dude

aa heck honestly i don’t really know how to 100% get rid of anxiety, i just wait it out and try not to do anything that’ll make the anxiety worse but

yeah yeah just try to devote urself to things that don’t stress you out if you can, or do something you know will distract you for a little while i guess? good vibes tho!!

deansdirtylittlesecretsblog  asked:

Don't let the lack of feedback bother you, sweetie. I've got fics with 600 or more notes, but maybe only 30 reblogs, most of them without even a word in the tags or any kind of comment. It's the same on AO3. A thousand hits, 25 kudos. You are a fantastic writer (and you know I'm not just saying that). That's what you need to remember.

I TRY. I try so hard not to let it bother me. It takes me back to the lower follower count days when I had to keep writing FOR ME because that’s just how it is when you’re getting started.

Some people are vocal and some aren’t, but it’s really hard to GUESS if you totally missed the mark on a fic when there is no feedback. Just likes or reblogs without a word or tag.

That happening for pretty much two blurbs didn’t keep me from writing my Dean smut for your trope challenge. It’s coming at you later today. 😉😘

Love you, twin!

Damon: Saying I love You

Words count: 1077

Warning: None

REQUESTED: I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I REALLY DO. YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT I WANT TO WRITE WHAT THEY WANT. SO I HOPE IT’S WHAT YOU IMAGINED. also i have a bit of a problem with the D key sometimes it doesn’t work, sorry if there was any mistakes.

Requested by @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts

I LOVE YOUR FAN-FICTION! Do u think after you get everything done of course, you could write a story about Damon and how he confesses his love for you? U can make it creative and fun and add your own details of how and where and when he says it to her/me. If u cant I understand but I just wanted to ask?

Like maybe a part 2 to the story of Damon kissing her

PART 2 To this

After the kiss you and Damon shared that day, your friendship turned into something more. You decided to stay in Mystic Falls. You learned that things don’t stay calm for long there. There’s always people to kill, Elena to save, things to do, and school dances to die at.

When you and Damon got time to be alone you cherish it more. The best thing about your relationship is that you have been friends for such a long time before becoming an item, thus you know him more than anyone and vice versa.

You and Damon went to the Salvatore lake house for the weekend. Seeing as things were all calm in Mystic Falls. Damon decided to take a few days off the town.

“Damon, what are we doing tonight?” You asked laying on the bed in one of Damon’s black shirts, while he shaved in the in suite. The door was wide open giving you a great view of shirtless chest.

“I my dear (y/n), will be cooking us dinner then we’re going to do some stuff.” Damon said and smirked.

“How very informative of you.” You stretched on the bed and decided it was time to get up.

“I know, right? Should say less next time.” Damon said sarcastically and finished shaving. You walked over to your suitcase and choose an outfit for the day, well the rest of the day seeing as it was already noon. “Are you changing?”


“But I like you in my clothes.” Damon pouted you smirked and shook your ass, you were giving him your back so he was having a perfect view. Damon groaned and wrapped his hands around your waist. “Or you could skip clothes all together for today, and maybe we could do something fun.”

You giggle but pushed Damon away.

“Nice try blue eyes, but I quit like my clothes.” You said and took your clothes and changed. You and Damon spent the day being a bit lazy and goofing around. When it was around six Damon pulled you to the open kitchen, you sat on a stool and watched Damon cook.

“What are you making?” You asked him frowning.

“Something you love.” Damon winked and you pouted, but then it got to you what he was making.

“Are you making (Favorite/Food)?” Your eyes lights up and you lean forever.

“Now that’s more like it.” You laughed and clapped your hands.

Damon finished the dinner and you helped him make desert. Everything was done and finished and you were about to take plates to the table when Damon stopped you. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s something waiting for you in the bedroom first.” Damon said and you looked suspicious. “I promise I’m not going to kill you.”

“I trust you.” You said and vamp speeded to the bedroom and found a beautiful black dress waiting for you, you smiled and quickly changed. You touched up your hair and applied a hint of make-up.

When you were done you walked down the stairs and found Damon waiting for you in a suit. You smiled shyly at Damon and blushed as he looked at you as if you were the best thing he has ever seen.

“So…” You trailed of and waiting for Damon to say something, he smiled at you. Yes smiled, not a smirk.

“Well let’s go then my lay.” Damon said and held a hand out for you to hold, you did. Damon lead you outside, where you saw the pathway that lead to the lake was lightened up with candles to the gazebo which was lighted up with fairy light. You smiled.

“Did you do that all by yourself?” You asked Damon in amazement.

  “(y/n) do you even know me?” Damon asked and you raised an eyebrow. “I compelled a few people to help.”

“That’s more like it.” You laughed and pulled Damon behind you to the gazebo where the food you made today sat, with a glass of bourbon and blood on the side. You both sat in a chair and you began your meal.

You took your first bite and moaned. “This is so good Damon.”

“I know, I made it.” Damon said and you smiled at him, you thought he was adorable.

“You’re cocky today.” You informed him and took another bite of your food with a sip of bourbon. “I’m so happy we’re out of that cursed town for a few days.”

“Yes, it gets too much sometimes.”

“I don’t understand how you stayed there for so long.”

“Kind of ha to with Stefan there, I can’t just leave him there.” Again you smiled, Damon loves Stefan more than anything and no one can deny it. The love those brothers share is rare.

“I understand.” You nodded. When you finished eating you took a glass of blood and leaned onto the railing, watching the on reflect on the lake. You felt Damon’s hand on your waist and held you close, he put his chin on your shoulder.”

“I’m so happy you came to visit me, those months ago.” Damon said in your ear, you got a shiver from his breath on your neck. “And you look so beautiful in that dress.”

“And I’m more than happy you kissed me.” You told him and turned to face Damon, he was close to you but he didn’t close the distance between the two of you like he always does, instead he looked into your (e/c) eyes.

“I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat, as you stared at Damon in shock.

“You do?” You breathed out, your lips turning up ever so slightly.

“I do.” Damon said and you could tell by his eyes and saw them shine in the dim lighting from the fairy lights.



“I love you too.” You whispered and closed the distance between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, both your lips moved in sync, the kiss was full of passion and love, it spoke more words than the two of you could ever speak. Damon’s hand moved to your hair, he pulled you close by your hair, while the other one moved to your waist. You wrapped your hands around his neck and ran it through his hair ever so slightly. You pulled back and Damon leaned his forehead on yours.

“I think we should take more breaks and get out of town more often.” You told Damon smiling.

“I think we should.”

Thank you @existential-celestial for tagging me!

i. why do you have this blog?
I had a fandom tumblr when I was in high school, so I knew how many brilliant, creative people, amazing activists, and wonderful readers populate this site! I thought it would be a good place to start. 

ii. What is the purpose of this blog?
I wanted to get some of my writing, mostly my poetry, out there for readers, and build up a creative community. 

iii. What is your opinion of therapy and poetry/writing as a therapeutic tool?
I think writing can be such an amazing tool for working through emotions, and can be a wonderful therapeutic process that creates real beauty. 

iv. What kind of poetry do you like?
Oh boy. Can I say all of it, or will I sound like an absolute loser? I love all of it. I love poetry that is so clear it makes you cry, I love poetry that sends me running to references and the internet to take it apart, I love archaic poetry that makes me look into what words used to mean. I love it all. 

v. What do you think is the purpose of poetry?
I think poetry exists to take apart the divides between people- ordinarily, people cannot experience each other’s emotions, and I think poetry bridges that cap beautifully. 

vi. What subject matter would you like to see covered by poetry?
If I say everything again, you guys are going to kill me. But I’m going to say it anyway. 

vii. What is the purpose of Tumblr?
I think tumblr exists to let people create and connect to whatever it is they want to see. 

I’m tagging @voidlightmoon, @robertjw4688, and @unwrittennat-naticat

anonymous asked:

Can you write an hc about Tyler and Generalized Anxiety Disorder (The reader has it)?

I actually looked up what this was so I hope this is good 😊💕


- him letting you take your naps on him because they help you

- Playing with your hair and kissing your shoulders as he does so in attempt to calm you down

- Telling you that everything is okay and nothing is wrong

- Holding you and kissing your hands when you start to get fidgety

- Making sure you take your meds as because he doesn’t want to see how bad you could get when you’re not on them

- Constant love and affection because you second guess yourself about just about everything

- Listening to you talk about your day as you sit between his legs with your legs around you and him holding you in his arms

- You clinging onto him like a koala but he doesn’t mind cause he wants you to depend on him

- Him just in general being super duper supportive and understanding

anonymous asked:

*plays with hands nervously while blushing* H-Hello! Um, Mod Darling-Sensei could you write continuation on that happy birthday text? What they thru the day and then at the end of the day their S/O is waiting at their locker blushing and smiling? >~<


After School: 

Sekizan would go to their meet up place and pretty much be blushing madly himself. “I uh- I saw your ahem. Texts. Yeah I uh-” he began to stutter like crazy. “So ….. w-w-wanna get going?” he nodded slowly as he reached his hand out to them. “I- I guess you can tell us the plan for today”

Iwashimizu would be red the moment he met up with the other. “H-H-h-h-ello……good evening” he would bow his head, avoiding eye contact. “I read yo-your message earlier and I saw um…. t-the wink in class…” he twiddled his thumbs. “I…I don’t really know what to um say…. “ his face only got a deeper red. “I …I….I am sorry” he bowed his upper half. “I thought some dirty thoughts a bit assuming some stuff!”

Gion would casually walk over to the meeting place and slant his back on the wall. “Hmmmmmm… I saw the message and that winking earlier you know” he mumbled. “….Are you feeling alright? This is new from you….I get it’s my Birthday but even so…” he smirked. “Well not that I DON’T like it” he nodded and tugged on their wrist. “In fact. I think that was really sexy. You shouldn’t tease me like that. I am a man you know” 

Zanba would go. Pick them up. Kiss their lips VERY passionately. And while he was at it, his hands would slightly lower to their lower back, almost touching their butt. “I came to pick up the rest of my gift” he chuckled whispering into their ear. “You better be prepared. I won’t be letting you go anywhere else without me by your side any time soon” 

Mod Darling.

anonymous asked:

Assalamu alayki wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu. Hope you are well sis 🤗 what made you get into poetry? What motivated you?

Wa Alaikumussalaam wr wb

Well, I liked the topic in early highschool and my teacher used to praise me a lot for it, I also used to write diaries and stories on my own and kept them in tiny journals.

But my interest grew further when I made tumblr 6 years ago and got to see a lot of poems and writings circulating around here. So I thought why not try it out myself just to see if I can write something that stunning on my own. It was like a hobby to play with words. And so I grew fond of it without expecting so much popularity.

Then two years ago I started my 99 poems about Allah series and even though I wasn’t that great at it since English is still my third language, it got quite a hit SubhanAllah and since that I really consider poetry part of my life.

Had someone told me that a few years ago I would’ve looked dumbfounded at them since I don’t even read that many books lol

Alhamdulillah i am doing well, hope you’re by best imaan and health too dear

anonymous asked:

hi admin gabriella :D i'm just curious because you said you don't write for hanamiya because you can't tolerate his personality? but what about haizaki? he also has violent tendencies right? i don't see that much of a difference between these two chars. but may i know why you can write about haizaki? don't get me wrong i don't mean anything bad, like said i'm just really curious. :))

*rolls sleeve* Let us begin.

When you say you don’t see that much of a difference between Haizaki and Hanamiya, I can understand why. Like you said, they both have violent tendencies and that’s what makes them similar. But you know what makes so big of a difference that I write for Haizaki and not Hanamiya?

Hanamiya’s whole thing is utilizing his brilliant thinking into hurting people on court. And he, along with the rest of his team, gets away with it too. Have you seen the episode where they hurt Kiyoshi??

At this point I think I might expand from not being able to write Hanamiya to not being able to write Kirisaki Daiichi at all. 

Okay. Now, do you see Haizaki hurting people on court the way Kirisaki Daiichi does?

Sure, Haizaki is a fucking asshole out of the court. He harassed Alex and punched Himuro. In court, he’s an arrogant dude who plays solo, doesn’t listen to or cooperate with his teammates. He hits his teammates, which I don’t approve of by the way

But I don’t see him using violent methods like Hanamiya to secure a win. Although is ability is basically stealing other people’s techniques, it’s ultimately still an ability of his own, and he doesn’t have to resort to injuring the opponents. I know Hanamiya has his own ability, but the whole injuring people thing? That’s fucking low to me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to make Haizaki the good guy here. He’s still an A-class douche, but in my book, Hanamiya and his gang is even lower than that in terms of morality. Kirisaki Daiichi might be interesting in terms of character (their background, what made them “tolerant” to violence, how did they grow up), but other than that I don’t think I can stand them. They’re all aware of what they’re doing on court and how what they do affects other people’s lives and careers. They don’t care about sportsmanship—this is what leads me to think that they have no love (psh) or an ounce of respect for basketball. They play by injuring other people. “Breaking prodigies” instead of rising to their heights despite their ability to (with Hanamiya’s leadership and intellect I think they can). 

Okay you can clearly see I’m losing control of myself as I talk about Kirisaki Daiichi… I’m sure you get my point. Also Hanamiya is a snake, man. Putting on the good guy mask and then wrecking people—I should just stop there.

Also what made me sympathize a little bit with Haizaki is that one scene of him not being able to throw away his basketball shoes. According to KUROFES he “started playing basketball because it just happened somehow”, but at the end he couldn’t bring himself to quit the sport. Nothing much is shown (no inner monologue whatsoever) to prove that what I assume is right, but I assume that he’s grown attached to basketball in a way, so even when he loses or gets kicked out of the Miracles or even when he still thinks basketball is stupid, he doesn’t quit.

This is just my opinion, and much like how I disagree with Hanamiya’s opinion of how to play basketball, you can disagree with my opinion on these two characters.  

TLDR: The arrogant violent dude that punches people outside of court > the team (and their leader) that disrespects basketball and sportsmanship 

I was tagged by this cool guy, @juck-and-jive 😁

Rule: Answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs that you want to know better.

Gender: Female
Last Thing I Googled: synonyms for “handy.”
Star Sign: Scorpio
Wake-Up Time: 7-8ish in the morning
Last Book I Read: The Murder Book by Jonathan Kellerman
What I’m Wearing Right Now: a black night gown
When Did You Create This Blog: Beginning of 2014. I deleted and remade my first blog from 2012.
What Do I Post: Things I find beautiful, important and my writings.
Do I Have Other Blogs: Nah.
Do I Insta: Nope
Do I Snap: Negative
Height: 5’
Time Right Now:
Fave Music Artist: N/A but lately I’ve been listening rather frequently to Ariel Pink, fka Twigs and Grimes
Last TV show I Watched: The Night Of
Do You Get Asks Regularly: No. Any convos I have are through messages.
Your URL Meaning: Rubellite is my Crystal Gem name and I adopted the Belcher family surname.
Lucky Number: N/A. I don’t believe in luck.
Fave Color(s): black and burgundy
Average Sleep Time: 5-8 hours.
Fave Characters: Toooooooo many. But obvi Garnet and Tina Belcher.

Dream Job: Author, journalist, owner of my own publication
Random Fact About Me: I’m always in the mood to go hiking.

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