god writing has been like pulling teeth lately, but sharing this gave me a little inspo, so there's that
thanks for tagging me @jrooc and @mmmichyyy
“Am I losing my mind?” Mickey asked quietly, all the fight draining from his voice as he stared intently across the alleyway, where two men were backed against the bricks
It wasn't that strange, not until they swayed for a second and Ian saw a shock of red hair illuminated by the street light on the man with his back to them, his broad frame blocking the face of the smaller man.
“Come on, man. We went to your gay ass concert, you gotta’ fulfill your end of the deal” Ian froze when he heard the voice. It was Mickey’s voice for sure, but it was coming from across the alley from them.
They were kissing playfully, quiet laughter barely drifting across the alley. Ian felt a little creepy until they pulled apart again and swayed until he could briefly get a good look at both their faces. He recognized Mickey right away, older but still looking pretty much the same. It would have been harder to recognized himself, if it wasn't for the same orange curls.
His older self was saying something about blowies and home but Ian couldn't stop himself from blurting out “is that fucking us?”
share if u want to @metalheadmickey @iansw0rld @gallawitchxx @stocious @mybrainismelted
This is the official moodboard/cover for my Kanera x Reader fic, The New (Rebel) Romantics, that I started dreaming on ages ago thinking I was the only one that cared only to find @deejadabbles and @dystopicjumpsuit were on that good ship with me 🤝🤝🤝 Because it’s me, there’s also a playlist:
Tracklist:
Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears
the only reason lumax and elmax shippers are so civil is because we’re both stuck shuffling through a hundred st*ddie/b*ler/m*leven fics where our ship is mentioned like once in a random paragraph on chapter five because AO3 AUTHORS DON’T KNOW HOW TO TAG SHIPS PROPERLY LIKE PLEASE I’M NOT ASKING FOR MUCH
If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!
Thank you for the tag @fadedsweater!
Here's a snippet. Of something recent-ish.
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”
Ilde was slow to waking, but the voice pulled her the rest of the way there. Straw mattress beneath her, a lush fur on top of her, and a disgruntled man in robes at the door. He didn’t look familiar, but she could hardly know every Nord in Skyrim.
The shouts of the valiant dead were supposed to take Ilde home. Where in Skyrim she was meant to land she could not say; perhaps in the same ruins she had raided to reach Sovngarde in the first place, or High Hrothgar, or somewhere in the region's many wilds and wastes. She’d had months to familiarize herself with her new home; there was no doubt in her mind that she could find her way back to where she needed to be.
Not so now. Ilde stumbled through the eerie green light.
Uuuuuhhh I never tag anyone for these thing. @inquisimer and @exalted-dawn-drabbles maybe??
I’m sorry to hear about your cat but I’m sure their time with you has been absolutely filled to the brim with love
He's had 18 years of being absolutely spoiled, anon <333
It may not be Friday, but that's the day we've planned. We'll talk to the vet a lot about it on the day, because there's some things Moet is still doing (eating, etc. because the hyperthyroidism forces him to - but 4 full meals a day and he's still losing weight, which is hard to see) but his quality of life will never improve again and he has some horrific terminal diseases.
We've been spoiling him in extra amounts lately, since we've sensed the time is closer. I'm not ready, and part of me wants to cancel the vet, because part of me just wants to go into denial. But part of getting 18 really amazing years (okay 15 really amazing years and 3 amazing years filled with increasingly demanding and horrible chronic illnesses) is this part at the end, and it's the least we can do for him. <3