#🖋️

[obianakin]

some of you really aren’t gonna like this, but a creator’s wishes should never dictate what fan content is produced for a piece of media.

in the past, authors like anne rice have tried to limit the production of fanfiction. but at least rice was honest - she thought this infringed on her copywrite. back in the day, this was considered a valid argument to not create any fanfiction at all for her works.

do you understand what i’m saying? while you may sound valiant for placing a creator’s “discomfort” above the fan’s natural proclivities in fandom, really you’re just continuing to advocate for censorship in fan spaces.

and for anyone who is a creator, or who wants to become one - get comfortable with the rules of the internet. there will be erotic content made of your characters, there will be weird AUs made with your characters. there will be strange pairings and headcanons, no matter if you interact religiously with the fans or not. you cannot stop people from connecting with and wanting to be creative with your characters.

#pro fiction #proship #anti harassment #profic #pro ship #🖋️

[iscariotten]

Halsey // Paris Paloma // Halsey // Taylor Swift // Tanaka Mhishi // Halsey // Hozier // @nathanielorion // Lana del Rey

#web weaving #poetry #aesthetic #words #Lana del rey #halsey #dark academia #light academia #10 #05 #🖋️ #my web weaving #08

[nyxinterstellar]

AM: I'm not like the other robots, I'm way worse.

#source: unknown #i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims #am ihnmaims #allied mastercomputer #incorrect quotes #🖋️

[playthingsam]

wincest moodboard (insp @emiliosandozsequence)

#💗 #🎞️ #🖋️ #🔗 #*

[c0m4t]

this is my newest edition to my collection! my bf named him stephen <3

#plushcore #plushie #plushblr #plush #plushy #lovecore #heartcore #🩰 #🧸 #🖋️

[summer-solstice-celebration]

so uh

how could i send 1984 me here without killing them

and how could i send them back

(this is directed at the narrator)

Apollo shrugs before remembering they’re not a narrator anymore. The narrator doesn’t quite know either- in the words of a very wise man, you decide!

#🌦️ #🖋️

[cinnahmongirl]

apple cider.

0.6k words

10 large apples, quartered

a large bag of apples sit on the kitchen counter. crimson red, the colour of fall, freshly picked from the farmers' market. ross cuts the apples steadily in the kitchen. neat. clean. it's the only task you gave him so he goes above and beyond. each piece of apple is similar in size to the next.

1 orange, halved

now the scent of fresh citrus fills the kitchen. the last remnants of summer. the smell of oranges linger on your fingers and you dream of sweet kisses with ross. rolling around in crisp bed sheets and freshly squeezed orange juice in the middle of a hot summer day. you wipe the bead of sweat that trickles down his forehead in the beaming sunlight. he smiles under your touch and holds your hands to his lips. the scent of citrus fills his nose.

spices : 4 cinnamon sticks, 1 tsp. whole cloves, 1 tsp. whole allspice, 1 whole nutmeg

the beginning of fall smells of cinnamon and auburn leaves falling to the ground. its the smell of rain and the feeling of stepping on falling leaves. the world is silent in the fall. the season of gentle decay, you suppose. but then, fall also means the warmth of spices. the ones that warm your stomach, a new kind of content that nothing else can beat. gentle, warming, the spices flood your home. you think it can't get better than this. and your sous chef comes and envelopes you in a hug. you think this could be a contender for the feeling spices make you feel. no matter the season, ross smells just right. he smells like everything and nothing all at once. your mind empties itself of all words, leaving one behind. and so you have no choice but to describe his scent as home. it goes beyond that, you tell yourself but you've yet to find the right words to encapsulate how he makes you feel.

1/2 cup packed brown sugar

sugar, spice and everything nice. fall is for freshly baked cookies. the ones ross could devour in one sitting. he accuses you of adding some form of drug to keep him addicted and you laugh at the incredulity of his words. the gentle giant sits across from you with crumbs on his face and chocolate smeared across his lip.it’s a sight to behold, really. the “manly man” looking like a child, a boy, your boy.

serve apple cider warm

the smell of spiced apples fill your nose and both of you share a look that says the apple cider is ready. you rush to taste your new elixir. the spoonful of golden liquid meets your lips and marks the beginning of fall. you close your eyes for a moment and let the liquid slide down your throat. gold. it tastes like gold. and like a cliché from your favourite romantic comedy, a drop of apple cider falls from the corner of your mouth. ross, always staring at you with adoring eyes, is quick. his thumb meets the corner of your mouth. he wipes the cider away and his thumb lingers. fall is quiet. the kitchen stills. and he takes the chance to kiss you, stealing a cheeky taste of your shared creation. you look up at him and you watch his eyes crinkle at the corners. a slight tinge of red blooms on his cheeks. he leans in to kiss you again, fingers gently grazing your jaw. you taste of cinnamon and sugar and everything good in his life. your lips taste of the most intoxicating apple cider. fall can finally begin.

#promptober75 #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald the 1975 #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald #🖋️

[little-charming-bunny]

OBSESSION

TW: rape, abuse, SA

Word count: 515

I’d love to hold you in my arms when you’re sad. I’d love to brush your hair and braid it to make you happy. I’d love to kiss you as i worship your body. I’ll do anything for you. ANYTHING. I would even do the most heinous crime for you. But who am i to you? A friend? Your shy best friend? The one that is always there by your side? Always the friend, never the lover. I’ve been always been there for you. When your asshole of an ex cheated off you, when you had that bad grade, when you got sick. Then why? Why? I need an answer. I’ve always been nice to you, yet you never looked at me the same way i looked at you. Am i not attractive enough to you? Am i not nice enough? Was i too nice? I think I’m too nice. You seem to have a thing for asshole men, the one that degrades you and takes advantage of you.

I confessed to you what I felt. How much i love you, how much i care for you, how I can treat you better than anyone. You smiled at me, that’s a good sign right? You’re going to accept my feeling right? Right? Wrong! You made excuses, fucking excuses, i hate that. You never saw me more than just a friend. Just a friend. Your pathetic best friend. So i made a decision, if i can’t make you to like me, I’ll force you to like me.

God, how you screamed that night. You begged, begged so hard. “Please let me go, I wont tell anyone, just please let me go.” Such music to my ears. You were crying, shaking, begging, bargaining. But you know you can’t do anything, I’m far bigger, Far stronger and you know that. You know that so well. I watch how hope drained from your eyes, you accepted your fate. Of course you would, we both know you secretly want this. Yet you still fight back? Why? I thought you want men that take advantage of you? Or are you too embarrassed to admit that you like this?

I still remember how warm and tight you are. SO. FUCKING. TIGHT. Your cunt was as wet as your eyes. Oh how your body betrays you. My perfect, beautiful princess. You secretly love this, right? You keep begging, yet your cunt tightens around me as you do you. You’re so perfect, you’re made just for me. I forced you to watch me as I defile your body, your eyes red, your face stained from the tears. I never knew you'll look more beautiful till now. I love you, I love you so much. It didn’t took too long till i made you mine. I have buried my seed deep inside you as a symbol of my love and devotion toward you. You laid there, breathless and shaking from the whole ordeal. You’re mine now. Mine. Mine. And only mine. You’ll learn how to love me sooner or later. I love you so much.

#rough cnc #degrade kink #degrade and humiliate me #free use doll #bd/sm community #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm kink #free use toy #free use kink #free use cnc #cnc free use #cnc kidnapping #cnc k!nk #rap3toy #rough kink #degredation kink #rapekink #humiliation kink #r@pe kink #r@pe fantasy #r@petoy #r@pe k!nk #r@pe play #r@p3b4it #abuse k1nk #🖋️

[ask-captain-keating]

sorry if youve gotten this question before, but did you know that neil was lying about what his dad said about him acting when he first told you?

Anon,

Not to worry, nobody's asked this before you.

Yes, I did have a hunch that he wasn't telling the truth. He seemed a bit apprehensive to answer me, and eager to get out of the conversation as fast as possible. I could tell he felt quite guilty about lying to me, as I believe he may have been starting to see me as a father figure of sorts.

I didn't point it out, I saw no use in confronting him and causing further distress, I trusted that he was plenty smart enough to make the right decision. On occasion I wonder if his outcome would have changed if I only encouraged him to tell the truth just a bit more.

That is all I will be saying at this time.

John Keating

#ooc tag: no best #🖋️ #dead poets society #john keating #ask

[obianakin]

if you are anti-ao3, you are pro-censorship

if you believe archive of our own needs to be shut down, you support active censorship

ao3 was created during a time when corporations were trying to actively capitalize on fan content. ao3 was created to circumvent the encroaching censorship in the fanfiction community. and this is not just censorship in the form of limiting mature content: authors were barred from writing for certain fandoms. authors were prohibited from using certain formatting decisions in their writing. authors weren’t able to moderate comments on their own works. authors were not able to properly tag and provide accurate trigger warnings for their works in ways that were easily accessible to readers.

archive of our own provided so much for the fan community, and continues to provide a valuable space for writers and fans alike. it is invaluable. fans deserve spaces free of trivial censorship and free of corporate presence. fans deserve ao3.

#and if you don’t like it… then don’t read! #profic #proship #pro fiction #anti harrassment #🖋️

[iscariotten]

Taylor Swift // James Baldwin // Lorde // AJR // Little Women (2019) // Chelsea Dingman // @holographings // Ethel Cain // Ryan Galloway // @electraheart2012

#web weaving #parallels #aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #words #poetry #10 #08 #my web weaving #05 #🖋️

[nyxinterstellar]

*me feeling shitty*

*sees narumitsu on my dash* :)

#ace attorney #narumitsu #wrightworth #🖋️

[shadow-the-d3m0n]

Merry Christmas! ဗ

#christmas #cosplay #rawr #bendy #batdr #ink demon #ink bendy #demon #bendy and the dark revival #merry christmas #merry crisis #🎄 #🎉 #🎁 #🖋️

[anatomicaltheatre]

#this is a poem about new orleans and missing somebody #🖋️ #roman posts

[spacedustmantis]

so i've been spending the entire day trying to write, and instead just edited the few paragraphs i wrote yesterday. we haven't even gotten to the point of the fic and i've already given q!charlie trauma! i don't know if i'll finish this fic at all so you can have this now. enjoy :3

"Juanaflippa! I'm home!" 

Charlie set the backpack heavy with today's haul of materials and food next to the door and lifted his arms up above his head in an effort to relieve the ache in his shoulders. In his head he took inventory of his wounds and how critical they were. 

Multiple scratches over his arms, bleeding from at least one of them. A slight burn in his ankle, most likely sprained, not fractured. Sore muscles from taking an involuntary bath in the freezing river. And now that he had arrived home and the adrenaline was wearing off, a previously unnoticed pain flaired up in his left shoulder. Rolling back his sleeve, he found an ugly gash, likely from an arrow grazing him. All in all, not too bad. At least nothing that needed immediate attention. 

Which was good considering there's been an itch in the back of Charlie's mind since he left the house early this morning. The kind of itch that reminds you of old times. The kind of itch that makes you think you'll come home to a bedroom coated in your daughter's blood. The kind of itch that will drive you insane if you give it the time of day.

So he didn't give it the time of day. He kept venturing further out, to where there were still resources left untouched, and he fought back the critters of the night that crept out of cave openings like maws of stone, and he reminded himself of the gun under Flippa's pillow and the look of steely determination in her eyes. 

But since he still hadn't heard any shuffling from upstairs in response to him calling out, and he knew the secret room was not as secret as he wished it was, he didn't want to lose any more precious time. So he kicked off his boots and hurried through the hidden door.

"Hello? Mi hija?" He elected to ignore the worried tremor in his voice, and instead focused on climbing the ladder, rung by rung. His shoulders tense in anticipation, he lifted the trapdoor and poked his head though the opening. He let his eyes sweep across the room. Crafting bench, chest, two signs, bed. And there in the back corner, Juanaflippa, seeminlgy unhurt.

#do i maintag this? #sure why not #slimecicle #qsmp #✨ #🖋️ #📻

[playthingsam]

#stanford era samdean 💔 #🖋️ #🔗 #*