#hey i wrote a thing

[thehandmadeshark]

I had a professor in college who did his anthropology fieldwork in Palestine. He is a Jew, but he was in his 20s, olive skinned, had a longish beard, fit the "look" of a member of Hamas. This was probably the 1990s, maybe early 2000s. He wasn't Palestinian, let alone a member of Hamas, he was a Jewish American doing anthropology fieldwork in Palestine.

He was regularly harrassed by the IDF. He told us a story about being stopped at a checkpoint, being told to get out of his car so they could search it, and then watching as they disassembled his engine piece by piece. When it was completely taken to bits, they said they had finished their search and found nothing suspicious and he was free to go.

I don't remember other stories, but that one has stuck with me.

He is firmly anti-zionist, and very much a practicing Jew.

That's what I think about when I hear about the Israeli state. A young Jewish American man watching IDF soldiers take his car apart, just because they could and because they assumed he was Palestinian.

Free Palestine.

#free palestine #hey i wrote a thing

[elskanellis]

“I don’t know why you’re mocking me.” 

“You’re not normal about Potter. No one acts like this!”

“Pansy. He’s a celebrity. He’s universally adored. Everyone takes note of whose robes he buys and where he dines and — and — where he holidays, and for how long.”

“No, honey, that’s just you.” 

50 words, for @drarrymicrofic prompt honey

my very first microfic! this is a belated birthday gift for @goblinmatriarch. my darling, you are a rainbow of delights. i'm not normal about you but i can live with that.

#aske writes #hey i wrote a thing #six years ago goblin held me down and force-fed me wwpwcs and i haven't been the same since. so it's all her fault. #drarry #drarry microfic #hp

[balladofthevisibleboy]

#wincest #hey i wrote a thing #poetry #original poem #sam winchester pov #stanford angst #samdean #deansam #weecest #poem #poets on tumblr

[grapehyasynth]

I used to call you my best friend way back before you were my everything (now I'm sucking your neck)

When the performers get to what appears to be the main event, Wille inhales sharply and his elbow slips off the console. The movement jostles Simon, who looks over at him, their faces very close.

“Have you - have you ever had someone do that for you?” Simons murmurs. He doesn’t pause the video.

Wille shakes his head. “No. Um. Half of it? I guess. But - no.”

Simon’s quiet a moment longer, and his voice sounds strained when he next asks, “Would you want someone to do that for you?”

“I-” The honest answer is fuck yes. The honest answer is we’re parked along a public street and my skin is on fire and if anyone ever touched me like that I think I would-

“Would you want me to do that for you?”

Wille drops his phone.

In which Wille and Simon are friends and flatmates at university and Simon is just being a generous friend when Wille is up in his head about sex.

Read it on AO3

#hey i wrote a thing #wilmon #young royals #writing

[seerofmike]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crypto | Park Tae Joon/Octane | Octavio Silva Characters: Crypto | Park Tae Joon, Octane | Octavio Silva, Loba Andrade, Eduardo Silva (Apex Legends), Torres Silva Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Breaking and Entering, Hacking, Paranoia, Enemies, Octane | Octavio Silva Needs a Hug, he sure fucking does, sorry thats a funny tag, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Brat Octane | Octavio Silva, yeah he is, it's actually torres not duardo but he doesn't have a character tag i guess??? Summary:

“Why are you helping him if you know he doesn’t care about you?” Taejoon asked.

“He does care about me.”

Octavio was either blind or in deep denial. “You know that’s not true.”

(Or: When searching for evidence of a plot against him, Crypto instead accidentally stumbles across a recording that indicates that Duardo Silva is not who he says he is.)

#hey i wrote a thing #cryptane #apex legends #octane #crypto #loba #lifeline and horizon are there too a little bit but didnt need to be taged #*tagged #same for torres . hes there. in spirit

[dreamerslovechaos]

😊 — Ace Attorney

There's a bunch of passages I can think of but I'll go with one of my favourites and funniest oneshot ideas. I'm actually planning to publish this one at some point so I'm just gonna give you the pitch I gave my girlfriend wayy back. My views on Phoenix Wright characterization (namely that he is a pro at avoiding his own emotions) are heavily reflected in this one LMAO. The summary: "Miles get asked on a date. Phoenix stress bakes. Lang suffers."

phoenix: *dumping five kilograms of flour into a bowl** maya, brain going a million miles a minute, trying to get a reaction out of him: if they hit it off, do you think miles is going to go home with him? do you think he likes him? phoenix: *dumps five tablespoons of sugar into the bowl* His exact words were- maya and phoenix in creepy sibling unison: "Shi Long Lang Is A Colleague Whose Knowledge And Intuition I Respect Greatly." Maya: Okay but by colleague he could have meant 'a friend' which is basically edgeworth-speak for "I find him hot" and maybe he- Phoenix: *glares and whisks the flour even harder, getting about half the bowl onto the table and the other half on his apron* *cut to miles and shi-long lang on a date* miles, holding up a sheaf of case files while complaining about the poor candlelight: ...this is a date? shi-long: ... miles, beginning to Slightly Panic: like, a date date? shi-long: ……………………….

if you guys like the idea feel free to ask me for more because these idiots live in my head rent free. I need to talk about them to Someone.

Send me an emoji and I'll pitch you one of my WIPs!

#ace attorney #shi long lang #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #hey i got an ask! #hey i wrote a thing #narumitsu #aa #i honestly think miles is oblivious king and phoenix is avoidance king and maya is the queen of chaos. #maya fey

[dweam-en-eff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: POV Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Crack, Humor Summary:

Dream and George are idiots in love. Sapnap decides to do something about it.

#hey i wrote a thing #dnf #dreamnotfound

[everythingsdestiel]

I wrote a little smutty one shot for any one else who’s lives have been taken over by Alex and Henry.

#hey i wrote a thing #rwrb #rwrb fanfiction #alex and henry #firstprince

[vaalinors]

jumping the gun, holding my tongue

AKA: The FMA Social Media Rock Band AU that I wrote for myself and myself only

Lan Fan to whys the tiktok vibrato effect fuckin better than anything yall can do: come to the recording room we’re playing betrayal

Paninya: where even tf r the rest of u anyway

Winry Rockbell: guys went to get food

Winry Rockbell: speaking of

Winry Rockbell: hurry up im starving

Alphonse Elric: Hang on we just left mcdonalds

Alphonse Elric: Back in like 8 mins

Paninya: winry get over here

Winry Rockbell: let me EAT first

Paninya: u can eat n play at the same time

Paninya: multitasking

Ling Yao: tf dont u disrespect macDs like that

Edward Elric: why tf are we playing betrayal in the recording room

Lan Fan: soundproofing so the traitor cant hear

Alphonse Elric: Shit thats smart

Edward Elric: and extra as fuck

Winry Rockbell: ned u literally got so pissed last time when u swore on ur life that pan overheard bc ur ass died first

Edward Elric: was i fuckiNG WRONG????????

Paninya: HEY that was on u buddy

Paninya: that door was 6 INCHES THICK n i could STILL hear ur ass screeching

Alphonse Elric: If u could just

Alphonse Elric: Stop yelling out our plans every damn time

Edward Elric: IF U FUCKERS CAME UP WITH BETTER PLANS I WOULDNT

Winry Rockbell: we shouldve been heavy metal

Ling Yao: fuck no we’re too pop rock trash for that

••••

Edward Elric to lzzy hale knockoff: charge ur phone

lzzy hale knockoff: stop stalking me on life360

Edward Elric: they notified me

lzzy hale knockoff: tell live360 to stop stalking me

lzzy hale knockoff: *life

Edward Elric: if u charged ur phone it wouldnt have to fucking notify me

lzzy hale knockoff: if u threw ur phone away u wouldnt be notified of anything

Edward Elric: god i fucking wish

••••

Elicia Hughes (@eliciahhhh) tweeted: hey @3rdLE !!! your next show is on my best friend nina’s birthday and shes a huuuuuge fan. (1/3)

Elicia Hughes (@eliciahhhh) replied: she has leukemia and every time she goes to chemo she listens to your songs and we the kings and it always makes her feel better. (2/3)

Elicia Hughes (@eliciahhhh) replied: if shes able to go next week can yall give her a shout out on stage??? (3/3)

3RD Law Equal (@3rdLE) replied: be ready

Paninya to time to relive 7th grade: be READY ???!!!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Alphonse Elric: We panicked ok how would U respond to that??????

Paninya: w COMPASSION and ENTHUSIASM

Winry Rockbell: when did u learn to spell ????????????

Winry Rockbell: also why did we put the elrics in charge of social media

Edward Elric: u refuse to get a twitter

Edward Elric: ling and lan fan dont fucking check their phones

Ling Yao: oop

Alphonse Elric: Pans got banned so we’re not taking any chances

Paninya: twitter is white trash i have no regrets

Winry Rockbell: so what are we singing for nina

Ling Yao: she likes we the kings

Lan Fan: check yes juliet

Paninya: o fuck ye that shit was MY SHIT

Winry Rockbell: whomst

Paninya: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Ling Yao: ……………………

Edward Elric: are u fucking serious

Winry Rockbell: leave me alone i was a swiftie

Paninya: still a swiftie

Winry Rockbell: dont even @ me u LOVE mirrorball

Alphonse Elric: So how are we doing this

Edward Elric: can win learn the song in like 4 days

Winry Rockbell: ofc ned who tf do u think i am

Edward Elric: pop princess wannabe

Winry Rockbell: and What Of It ??????

Paninya: omfg stop flirting for lk 30 secs PLS AND FOCUS

Winry Rockbell: ( ͡⚆ ͜ʖ ͡⚆)╭∩╮

Lan Fan: ling can cover rhythm for winry

Lan Fan: i got bass and als got keyboards

Alphonse Elric: Oh word

Read more on Ao3 HERE

#fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #fma #anime #my writing #edwin #lingfan #edward elric #winry rockbell #ling yao #lan fan #paninya #alphonse elric #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #rock band au #hey i wrote a thing #chatfic #fanfiction #social media au #ive had this thing for 2 YEARS #IM TIRED #ITS NOT EVEN DONE ggjdksgkdjfks

[hamiltrashalter]

I want to bleed

Until there is nothing left

Not even a breath

I just need

to be free from this world

from all the stuff I’ve heard

#tw s3lf harm #tw self destruction #tw sewerslide #self h@rm #hey i wrote a thing

[infinitejedilove]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Royalty AU, Fantasy AU, reference to political alliances but not really relevant, romantic but not overtly sexual scene, Devotion, Qui-Gon has a mysterious past, vignette., Love, Obi-Wan is a good king, Jinnobi Challenge 2022 Summary:

Over the years, there had been many that had spoken honeyed words to him within the court, sweet flattery that were no more than barely concealed endeavors to gain influence. Obi-Wan had always disregarded it, as he had all attempts to pursue him, but the moment Qui-Gon had ridden, mud splattered and weary, through the palace gates, entirely sincere in his power and kindness, Obi-Wan had wanted nothing more than to have the man at his side.

#jinnobi challenge 2022 #hey i wrote a thing #quiobi

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[thehandmadeshark]

I want to bite and kill and tear

I worked 3 hrs overtime and I've had one Strong Drink on a Very Empty Stomach and I am ready to ricochet off the walls

#hey i wrote a thing

[jennifershelby]

Happy book birthday to me!

#hey i wrote a thing #I do prefer my forests enchanted #original work #my dreams #we need more talking trees in books #Treebeard ftw

[odekiisu]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, S&M, Jim is a masochist and Spock is a hopeless romantic, And they wouldn't have it any other way Summary:

Jim is babbling, a string of ‘no’s and ‘please’s and ‘stop’s falling from his lips.

Neither ‘no’ nor ‘stop’ is their safeword. Spock is under strict orders from Jim to ignore them.

#hey i wrote a thing #spirk #star trek #ode's writing #this is exactly what it says on the tin y'all

[baroque-hashem]

CIGARETTE LIGHTER

you picked me up

in the parking lot

of a gas station

off of I-45.

I was wearing red,

which made my hair

ignite alongside

the summer sun.

In your junkyard coupe

with the school pride sticker,

you lifted me from the pavement,

and put me in your vest.

I was nestled, close

to your heart, and there

I could feel you breathe

and every breath was me.

You inhaled me

like cigarette smoke.

I was filling your lungs

with my name.

My body was the lighter

that started your spark,

but when you were lit

I wound up on the roadside,

cast aside,

no longer cool

enough for you

to put in your mouth.

#my poem #jane says #hey i wrote a thing #whatcha think? #poetry #poems #queer poetry