#suggestions welcome Of course

[wreckedandpolemic]

helloo can you write something on actress readerxmatty? 👉👈

sorry u sent this 103747294 million years ago i Hope ur still around to see this

(minors dni) but i’ve had a problematic age gap celebrity reader idea bouncing around my mind palace for soo long like i'm picturing you're in your early twenties and on top of the world <3 just starred in your breakout role, it girl of the summer type stuff. and you're close friends with another younger artist matty's been working with, so you hear all these stories about him and 'i think you'd really like him, babe, honestly!' with a look. and, look, you're not not interested, but you just got out of a shitty relationship, and your career is really taking off, and– good god, he's hot.

he's visibly older than you, greying a little, all sharp lines and tattoos and vintage leather, a sly smile pulling at his lip when he catches you staring. he raises his glass to you, tilting his head in invitation. as if by some magnetic pull, your feet carry you into the seat beside him.

"hi," you say, waving down the bartender and ordering yourself a cocktail. "i'm a friend of thea's," you tell him, before he thinks you're some kind of stalker.

his mouth drops in an 'o' of recognition. "oh, shit," matty chuckles. "you're the girl from the... the film!" his face splits in a stupidly gorgeous grin, and you're sold, like you're a teenager with a crush all over again.

you raise an eyebrow, fighting to maintain your composure. "you saw it?"

"yeah," he says, eyes flickering down to your lips and sending a thrill skittering up your spine. "you were really good." from the way he's undressing you with his eyes, he's thinking about the shot of your tits. "i'm matty, by the way," he adds.

"i know," you grin. matty watches you curiously and you lean closer, turning your best bedroom eyes on him. he takes the bait, pink tongue flickering out to wet his lips unconsciously.

you expect him to be gone the next morning, expect the lingering memory of his hands on your skin to fade to a story you'll dramatise to your friends. and when his side of the bed is cold, you resolve to move on with your day, not to dither on your conversation, on his laugh, on his head between your thighs. then, he sticks his head around your door, hair mussed and dressed in nothing but boxers. you break into a smile, warmth flooding your chest. god, you really are like a teenager with a crush.

"morning, love," he grins, his voice low and thick with sleep. "where d'you keep your coffee?"

you blink in disbelief, the mundane, domestic question an impossibility rattling through your cynical mind. "it's, uh..." you sit up, raking a hand through your tangled hair. "i'll show you."

you spend the summer falling wildly, dramatically in love, like something out of one of your early, low-budget indie films. but, leaves change, summers end, real life comes creeping back in. you're shooting on location through september, thousands of miles away on a packed schedule, practically tearing your hair out trying to find time for him between filming and interviews and reshoots and whatever the fuck else is grappling for your attention.

the sky is overcast when you land. fitting. your co-star is a tall, blond, all-american type. the kind of man your fans, your agent, and even your parents are falling over themselves to see you date. so, naturally, you hate him. he's brash, abrasive in a way that's supposed to be charming but just comes off self-aggrandising. you grit your teeth and smile through it – you love your job, and you're having fun with the movie, but every second you spend playing at falling in love in soft, sunny los angeles makes you ache for sharp, rainy england and the man waiting there for you.

it's october by the time you get a few days to yourself, driven to distraction by tinny phone calls and grainy facetimes and nothing but your hand between your legs. you've been shooting the same kiss scene from a dozen angles for hours, desperately aggravated by your co-star's grin every time you pull apart, like he's just waiting for you to fall for him, and by knowing that matty is somewhere over the atlantic right now, inching closer by the second.

you're unfocused, and you can tell you're throwing the shoot, wasting daylight. ultimately, you're only prolonging your suffering (bit dramatic, but, hey, that's what you're paid for), but you've never been more grateful to have a director glare directly at you while wrapping. you nod dutifully as he gives his notes, the words going in one ear and straight back out the other, chased out by the singular thought circling your brain: in a few hours, none of this is going to matter because you'll have matty back.

you book it to the hotel, practically diving into the shower to to scrub yourself clean of your co-star's spidery hands. matty texts you that he's landed, and your body hums with anticipation as you get dressed. well, 'dressed' might be a stretch. a scrap of white lace clings to your waist, the matching babydoll dress doing nothing to protect your dignity. smirking to yourself, you snap a photo of your garter belt and the stockings clipped on, and send it to him. hurry please xx, you add. his reply is immediate. fuck. you're killing me.

the minutes tick by agonisingly slowly, every second weighing on you like a physical pain. finally, after what feels like hours, there's a soft tap at your door. you fluff your hair in the mirror, wiping at a smudge in your lipgloss with a thumb. taking your time while knowing matty's only feet away from you is excruciating, but there's still something delicious about making him sweat. he knows it too, playing your game and waiting instead of using his own key.

the moment you open the door, his mouth is on yours, hungry, open-mouthed kisses stealing the breath from your lungs. you luxuriate in the taste of him, familiar and intoxicating. "thank god," you mutter against his lips as he pulls away. "i was starting to forget what being kissed is supposed to feel like." something dark glitters in his eyes, spurring you on. "spent all day with that prick trying to chew my face off."

"well," he begins, jealousy scraping in his tone. "i guess we'll have to find a way to help you forget, then."

"mmm, is that so?" you whisper, taking a calculated step back. "how are you gonna do that, healy?"

the words die in his throat at the sight of you, his gaze burning as it roams over every inch of your skin, arousal pooling in your core and dripping between your legs. "you look..." he fumbles for words as you grin.

"i know."

#trying out this format idk how i feel #theres a million ideas for how to continue this bouncing around my brain rn im just putting some feelers out for how u guys like it #suggestions welcome Of course #literally wrote this on a whim in my drafts in 2 sittings hfkdsjsk #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #writing #actress!au #anonymous #request #requests #blurb

[leothil]

fic recs: archive edition

So earlier this week I was lightly complaining about how there are so many good fics I read back in 2021 (the good old 5A days. Christ.) that I never se recommended anymore, and @shitouttabuck asked if I could make a rec post of some of those fics.

Now, I still think of myself as somewhat new in the fandom - I joined within the first episodes of 5A - but it is true that a lot of people I see on my dash nowadays came into it much later. Fandom in general has a big recency bias when it comes to fics, and trying to find older fics can be a daunting project, unless they've ended up on the first page of most kudosed/commented/bookmarked on AO3 or you have a lot of time and patience on your hands. There are currently over 21600 fics in the buddie tag on AO3, so I don't blame anyone for not having the energy to go through all of that.

Side note - calling fics published during or before S5 old feels fucking weird. I already gave some friends crises when I mentioned reccing "older fics (aka 2020-2021 ones)" so all of you who have been here longer than me - I know, trust me, I know. It was yesterday. We are withering away.

There's no way I could fit all fics I want to recommend into one post (I want to keep it kind of short so people actually have a chance to look into all the fics on the list), so I might do this as a weekly thing for a while. I quite enjoyed going back to some of the fics I devoured in my early days of fandom, so this might turn into a proper nostalgia trip for me personally!

Without further ado, some fics published in 2019/2020 that I think you should read:

falling by @elisela Buck and Eddie take a walk up to an overlook and share one of the softest moments I've ever read. 1.3k words, rated G

Work Husband by hideeho (@agentlemuse) Chimney messes with Eddie's phone and changes Buck's contact to "husband." Eddie doesn't change it back, for some reason he can't articulate to himself. 1.4k words, rated T

four a.m. by asgardiun (@kitchenscene) Buck follows the rain up to the roof of the firehouse. Eddie follows Buck. 2.9k words, rated G

Medicine Man by @lovelylittlegrim Buck hits his head at work, and Eddie kisses his forehead to make it better. Buck gets stuck on it and thinks he'd like Eddie to do it again. 4.1k words, rated G

like a revelation by throughfire Maddie watches Buck and Eddie's casual intimacy and is confused by what their relationship status is, until she gets help realizing she doesn't need to be. 5.2k words, rated G

the meaning of the words you see by @florenceandthemachine Nurse!Buck gets a text from an unknown number who thinks it's someone they talked to in a bar, but they keep texting even after clearing up the mistake (and proving it with selfies), and things evolve from there. 8.6k words, rated E

#fic rec #911 fic rec #frida's archive project #it's *really* not as pretentious as that tag sounds but i needed a tag for this #better name suggestions are heartily welcomed #let me know if you end up reading any of these and what you think! #and of course feel free to ask for targeted recommendations if you want to!

[illustrious-slimeman]

Don't forget! Big breasted radio hosts are the Atlas of our society, they need your support!

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #cecil palmer #wtnv kevin #suggestive #hey when your boyfriend says 'Kevin big naturals?' what do you do? #do you deny him? #no #you say 'yes of course. a little cecil in there too. for fun'

[bipirate]

ok i thought it would be fun to have you guys help me design a new oc in my little fantasy oc universe (along with lowell, ziv, victorien, rin, isaac etc). the categories that i will make polls for will probably be as follows:

gender

age (in appearance, not years)

skin colour (light to dark)

body type

hair colour

hair length & style

1-3 extra attributes (scars, freckles, glasses, tattoos, etc)

magical qualities (vampire, werewolf, magician, etc)

fashion style

personality

i think this is more than enough to start with :) not sure yet when i'll start the polls, could be later today or tomorrow and i'll let them run for 24 hours.

#any suggestions are of course welcome!

[shxtodxroki]

This isn't what I would usually post on here but recently I've been getting into bullet journaling and have been trying to set one up for 2024, so does anyone have any like, ideas of things to include or inspiration or anything for someone who isn't super artsy? :]

#honestly I don't personally care much about having cute cover pages or super nice drawings or anything #the people who do make their journals super artsy and unique are awesome and I really admire them of course! I think those are super cute #its just not something I really need personally in mine #but like #maybe any fun ideas for spreads/pages that aren't as common? I have some videos saved on tiktok for inspo but I need more ideas to fill it #or maybe cute easy-ish fonts I could draw for the pages that wouldn't be too complex? #any ideas or suggestions are welcome I'm very new to this and I would very much appreciate any guidance :> #journal #journaling #bullet journal #bujo #bujoinspo #bujoideas #bujoinspiration #bujoblr #bujo spread #{🥴} - bee shitposts

[bookshelf-in-progress]

I had hoped to have my "Tattercoats" retelling finished in time for Easter, because it's a very Easter-y story, but I wasn't able to finish it, and I'd want to take a bit more time to polish it. But I do want to celebrate in some way, so I will share the opening scene of the current draft.

In Joyful Song: A Tattercoats Retelling

Though barefoot, bruised, and clad in rags, I sang as I ran to the goose pasture. My grandfather’s palace sat on some of the most beautiful land in the kingdom, and it was in full glory on this May morning—the grasses green and lush, the trees in fragrant bloom, wildflowers sprinkling color across the hills, the sunlight flashing on the distant sea. North along the coast, I could just make out the flags snapping in the wind above the castle towers, indicating that the prince was in residence. After four years away, he’d returned to his favorite palace, and if all went well, soon I might be there, too.

As I climbed the final hill, another song mingled with mine, lifting my spirits even higher. Augie, my grandfather’s gooseherd, lazed against a tree as his geese milled around him, a picture of golden cheerfulness as he played a lilting tune on his pipe. He looked much as he had when he’d first come to the estate on my fifth birthday—same clothes, same pipe, same golden hair, same faint lines on his face. I had grown into a woman, but he’d been untouched by time, a stable center of comfort in a world that too often came up with new ways to torment me. His songs could cheer me in my deepest sorrow, but for once, I was coming to share joy.

Augie rose as I raced toward him; he brightened with joy as he saw mine. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it, Abigail?”

I stopped to catch my breath, and could barely speak for smiling. “Better than you know. Grandfather’s come out of mourning.”

Augie dropped his flute into a patch of wildflowers. “Truly?”

My grin grew as I nodded vigorously. “Just this morning. The servants say he’s come out of his room. He’s put on a clean suit. He’s even shaved his beard.”

Augie’s brows jumped. “All of it?” he asked, gesturing to outline an image of the beard that had once fallen to my grandfather’s knees.

I smiled. “It’s a pair of side whiskers now. I peered around a doorway and saw it myself.”

He shook his head in amazement. “Better late than never. But why now, after nineteen years?”

I gestured toward the palace up the coast, “The king is holding a ball. Grandfather received his invitation today. The prince has finished his studies and come to choose a bride, and Grandfather plans to be there to see it.”

“Wonder of wonders,” Augie said.

“It’s a miracle,” I agreed.

I spread my arms wide and spun in slow circles, smiling up at the bright blue sky. I felt like I’d fallen into a wonderful dream. All my life, my grandfather had been less a man than a monument to grief. His beloved only daughter died giving birth to me, and in his grief, he swore never to look upon my face, and retreated to his room to weep. In nineteen years, I’m not sure his tears stopped. The servants told me the stream running past the house was filled with his tears, that his weeping wore a channel through the stone floor of his room, that his beard kept him bound to his chair. Even if the details were cruel fictions meant to torment me, it was true that he refused to come out of mourning, and as the years dragged on, it was doubtful that he ever would.

Now, suddenly, he had. I’d spent years praying for even a fraction of this improvement. I didn’t know how to handle so much unexpected hope.

“That’s not even the best part,” I said, stopping to face Augie again. “The best part is that the invitation isn’t just for Grandfather. It’s for all the nobility of Delmar.”

“Which means--” Augie said, eyes brightening.

My smiled widened. “I’m invited, too.”

I gazed up the coast toward that beautiful white palace with its brightly-colored flags. I had wandered there a thousand times in my life—I was familiar with all the roads for miles around—but I had never dared to dream of going inside. On my grandfather’s orders, no money was spent on my food or clothes; I ate scraps and wore rags. I spent most of my time with Augie, since the other servants couldn’t stand the sight of me. By education and appearance, I was, at best, an assistant goose girl—but by blood, I was still the daughter of a duchess, and for the first time in my life, my grandfather was behaving like a duke.

Augie smiled as he retrieved his flute. “That’s wonderful, duck.”

“Can’t you just see it?” I asked. The pictures in my mind were so vivid, painting themselves across the seascape, that I almost believed that he could. “Nobles coming from everywhere. Golden coaches. Beautiful silk gowns. Music from a real orchestra. And I could be there.”

Augie bowed his head, as if I were already dressed like a fine lady. “No one deserves it more than you.”

“Grandfather has to agree, of course. But Matilda said she’d speak with him—”

Augie’s jaw dropped.“Matilda? Your nurse Matilda?”

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

It was yet another miracle. Matilda, my mother’s old nurse, was the only one among the house servants who cared for me. The scraps and rags she scrounged for me kept me alive, but she had never dared more than scraps and rags. She was terrified of Grandfather and knew the other servants—who hated me out of love for him—would report any too-kind treatment of me. Her newfound courage was a testament to how much Grandfather had changed; he was no longer a monster to be placated, but a man to be reasoned with.

“She said she’d ask him today. There’s so much to do if I’m to have a ballgown in time. I never thought I could hope for it, but now that he’s out of mourning...oh...he just has to say yes.”

I had never before dared to desire anything—I always knew it would be denied. Now, a lifetime’s worth of wishes welled up, all aimed at attending the ball—the grandest event in Delmar since my mother’s wedding. I knew several people from the palace; for several years, the prince spent summers at Fairwind Palace with his tutors, and many of his servants walked the same lanes that I wandered. Even the thought of seeing them again—several were quite kind to me—would be reason enough to wish to go, but to go as the granddaughter of a duke would be even more wonderful.

No longer would I be Tattercoats—a starving, ragged waif driven out of doors by the mocking abuse of servants—but Lady Abigail of Delmar. I could have a name. A title. A family. All my life, Grandfather had kept them from me, but that man I’d glimpsed through the parlor door, with his neat suit and trimmed hair and utter lack of tears—I believed that he could grant my heart’s desires.

I had to believe it. I couldn’t let this beautiful hope drown in doubt.

“I must prepare,” I told Augie. Dipping into a flourishing curtsy, I cried, “Minstrel! Strike up a dance!”

Lifting his flute to his lips, Augie obliged. Bright notes poured from his pipe and seemed to wrap around my feet, pulling me into a dance. I bowed to a gander and then stepped lightly around him, flowing up and down the line of geese in an imaginary reel. I laughed and danced myself breathless in that sun-drenched meadow, wondering how anything could be better than this, but trusting, for the first time ever, that it could.

#adventures in writing #fairy tale retellings #tattercoats #feedback and suggestions welcomed of course #this is still rather a rough draft

[literalnobody]

nooooooo I’m not procrastinating haha..... But if I were to draw fanart of something today........ what should I draw fanart of? 🤔

#input welcome #although of course i may not be familiar with the thing you suggest lol

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

Drew a lil fanart of the collective blorbus

Its rough but i wanted to capture the vibe of "angsty anime antihero who definitely has way too many flower petals around him at all times" but that's just my headcannon. He looks so dramatic <3 love you blorbo bingus I cant wait till we learn what your name is, i wonder what we'll name you? I think it'd be cute if he has a little rose garden at home and makes purfume...maybe ill add that to the poll as a potential hobby

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars oc #blorbo bingus #our collective oc #enstars collective oc #any suggestions about him are of course welcome because he is our collective son #please feel free to put this man into a blender or whatever other situation you want

[gendervapor14]

i have absolutely no idea what to create for rosinante’s bday on the 15th 😶

#of course when it’s his time to shine #and get the most attention #i have zero ideas #do i write a story?? #do i draw something? #idk i’ll figure something out #but suggestions are welcome too

[violetclarity]

am now in the ‘post-amazing series’ phase where I want to read something new but my standards are temporarily incredibly high, so I need to read something really good but I have no idea what that will be

#trying to dampen the pain of being done w the scholomance by listening to the audiobooks #which are pretty amazing and I am def going to finish but also I'm going on a trip next week and want something to physically read #this is also challenging bc of course I have so many books I could read #but I'll need to narrow down which ones I want to bring on the trip #without really knowing what I'm in the mood for?? #initially the vibe for the trip was going to be queer romance bc I have several on my TBR list #(and it's slow going on those during the school year bc I can't read them at work) #but now I'm like - actually maybe I want to read a classic? #so I checked out an isabel allende book IN SPANISH and 'how the garcia girls lost their accents' #tl;dr book suggestions welcome but they need to be GOOD #(have ignored all the suggestions my coworkers gave me bc I don't trust their quality standards)

[elfinbloodbag]

Somehow all my save files for Ara except one at like level 3 (which doesn't have the mods for some reason) have become corrupted and the game crashes at abot 30% loaded 🥲

I was so close to the end

#for some reason my durge (using all the same mods and then some) is absoltely fine #starting a new game is fine #its just my main because of course it us #mainly venting but any suggestions are really welcome #bg3

[nothingunrealistic]

thinking about ways taylor & philip could have crossed paths before philip came to work at prince cap, so that when he did come to prince cap the two of them already had a brief but meaningful history rather than effectively being strangers to one another until prince put them in competition. top concept so far is philip attending The Mike in season 5, as an employee of his previous fund and definitely not as the nephew of scooter, who’d much prefer he wasn’t there. he meets taylor right after their first failed attempt to reason with oscar, they go to the bar and talk all night, there’s chemistry that might go somewhere if taylor weren’t already in a relationship + here for the express purpose of wrangling their ex + generally in low spirits due to being back under axe’s roof, and he’s disappointed when they’re not at the closing dinner the next night. other concepts: philip’s at the alpha cup poker tournament and he’s the rare competitor who isn’t rude to or completely dismissive of taylor; he’s a guest at taylor’s sister’s wedding and the chemistry can and does go somewhere; any of the previous ideas but one or both of them makes a bad first impression and they hate each other for the rest of the night

#further suggestions welcome of course #billions #philip charyn #taylor mason #taylip

[peccablekumiho]

Okay now what? I'm done with 나쁜 엄마.

I need a new series to latch on to. Rn I'm just re-watching Orange Is The New Black 🤷🏻

#suggestions are welcome of course #i need to watch Beyond Evil #the good bad mother #orange is the new black #나쁜엄마

[gemwolfz]

i always think intersex tamama would be an awesome hc but i never do anything with it and just consider him binary trans. this sucks i should do something about this

#sgt frog #keroro gunso #suggestions welcome :) #the simplest solution i can come up with is Frog PCOS #but im looking some stuff up Right Now #cause there are so so many ways one can be intersex #nature is beautiful :) #/gen. (rdj comments meme) he is amazed by the range of human experience #of course. keronians certainly have their own variations. theyre very genetically different from us #tamama intersex in a secret froggy way #anyone more knowledgeable than myself reading this let me know if im out of line in any way btw

[theatre-of-the-mind]

Beginnings: 1-5

>> LOADING SCENE...

School is super boring. All the excitement and energy Midnight felt towards it has been drained. Now, he looks outside the window, staring at the clouds.

It appears you've joined a little later than expected. Let's zoom out a bit and get you familiar with the environment, as Midnight couldn't care less.

It's a fairly small class, of around 20— there're 16—  okay. Sixteen other pupils. He was so bored that he counted, apparently. Everyone has their own separate desk, and Midnight chose the front left corner, near the window. Behind him sits Theo, who appears to have the complete opposite take to Midnight and looks to be enjoying this. He hasn't taken his eyes off the front screen once during the whole lesson. Midnight couldn't last 5 minutes.

At first it was a little interesting. The teacher introduced themself and explained what their morning class will be - a loose equivalent of what we're familiar with as a literacy class. Soon after the screen at the front came to life and started explaining different symbols and their sounds. As you can imagine, it became quite repetitive very quickly.

Midnight already knows how to read, ...more or less. Lumine was more than keen to share what he'd learned in class and gave Midnight schoolbooks to study from. So, according to Midnight, this class is entirely useless to him. Soon the letters are done with appearing on the screen, and now progress into sentences and punctuation. Just how long will this take?

He takes another glance at Theo behind, who's written all the letters down already and still pays close attention. Now there's something to do.

Midnight starts using his paper too - not for writing, but for drawing the clouds outside, and all the wonderful things they're shaped like.

>> PAUSE

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*Gasp* The paper's in another language! But... didn't you say everything's supposed to be translated?

[*]:

It is. Our viewing experience very much depends on Midnight's perception and what he focuses on, and we know all too well he couldn't care less about what's written on that paper.

[@]:

So... that's how it actually looks, for real?

[*]:

Indeed.

>> PLAY

Finally, the class is over. And just as everyone is leaving for the interval—

"Midnight, could you come here for a second?"

Eventually Midnight leaves the class, much later than everyone else. Apparently you're not allowed to daydream at school, and there are consequences for doing so.

And what? They're not even that bad—

He tried to explain himself saying the presentation didn't teach him anything new, but the teacher wasn't convinced.

Outside, the playground is full of commotion and almost every spot already taken up. It's a bit overwhelming.

How am I meant to find escape routes now?

He spots Theo at the far end, and he's with 2 new people. Time for the next part of the plan: friendship-making.

"Oh hey Midnight! I looked everywhere for you! Also, I met these two."

The white-furred one speaks up first. "Hello, I'm Moonlight, nice to meet you!" She seems nice...

The darker one follows, more quietly, "Hi.. I'm Ebony." They're soft-spoken, a little apprehensive perhaps?

"I'm Midnight, nice to meet you both."

The white one, Moonlight, begins, "So, how did you find our first class? It went on forever..."

Theo replies, "I know, right? It was interesting though, I think I still remember most of it..."

Midnight quickly loses interest and takes the opportunity to look around again. He can't stop glancing over at the gap in the corner from earlier, and is too eager to see what's on the other side.

"—no but that's the best part, and—"

"Have you seen there's a gap in the fence?" Midnight interrupts.

"...What?" Moonlight says.

Midnight continues, "look, I'll show you."

Ebony, quietly, "We were kind of in the middle of something though..."

Midnight leads them over to the corner of the playground.

Theo, hesitantly, "You're not thinking of climbing over again, are you?"

Moonlight exclaims, "You climbed the fence?! Isn't that against the rules?"

Midnight considers trying to squeeze through the gap again, but on second thought... there're too many people. I'll come here later once it's clear.

Theo explains, "Yeah, this morning we found this gap, and Midnight really wants to see what's on the other side. I tried telling him not to, but... I couldn't stop him." he admits.

Ebony, "That's crazy, what if something happened to you? There must be a reason we're told to stay away from it."

Midnight says, eagerly, "That's exactly why I want to go - what could be so secret that all the adults are hiding from us? And they're all in on it too."

"I think we should stay away from it," Moonlight suggested. "Come on, lets find something else to do."

His last chance. The plan is falling apart—

"Well— if— if anyone wants to explore with me, I'll be here after school!" M stammered, almost desperately.

Surely, one of them will come. Will be brave enough.

Or stupid, says a voice in his head.

If anything happens, he'll just use his magic to fix it. But only if absolutely necessary. If he has no other choice.

[@]:

I can't wait for the next episode! Let's watch it right now!

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Alright, give me a minute, it'll take a while to load.

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I kind of have a bad feeling about it though - it sounds dangerous, and if there's no one around if anything goes wrong...

>> END OF SCENE V.

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#Still not quite confident with how to layout/style dialogue #Of course any advice or suggestions are always welcome #artists on tumblr #digital art #writers on tumblr #art #original art #writing #creative writing #webnovel #fiction #short story #novel

[masonjarcollector]

Turns out one of the parents I babysit for doesn't like his child to be around gay people, because he "doesn't want his child to think it's okay to be gay".

Sir, you've known me for a year.

#I've been given an Opportunity #I don't know what to do with it (yet) #suggestions welcome of course /hj #tw homophobia