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skoulsons · 10 months

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okay so we know that, to some extent, Joel, at least a little bit, is a note writer. We see in game on the fridge that he wrote a note to Sarah. I’m going to be home late tonight. Go ahead and order food. See you in the morning. Dad

Joel has definitely left notes for Ellie around the house to some degree

Now MAYBE this is super cringey, but I was just envisioning a moment of him writing a note for her, for whatever reason, and the J in his name is kind of wonky looking because, out of habit, he started to write Dad and wrote the vertical line and started on the downward curve of the D before realizing and freezing briefly as he stared at half of the letter. He corrected, elongating the vertical line into the curve of the J and and topping the letter off with the horizontal line across the top

It’s messy and looks rushed and reminds Joel of all the times before when he didn’t have to think about what to write at the bottom of those notes. Dad. It’s always just been Dad.

But now its not. Not anymore. He’s every description of the word. Protector, leader, comforter. He’s honest, dependable, loving

The desire to be called Dad again makes his heart burn, but a part of him believes he failed at deserving that role over twenty years ago.

#not sure what this is #enjoy ! <3 #WIP is getting progress though boys #we’re getting there #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams

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marichanmari · 2 months

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So far I’ve lost 29 lbs 😛

#personal #just 8 more pounds #we’re getting there

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askhomestuckeveryone · 1 month

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Is Calliope included in this????? I need to know this is absolute crucial information

The Alpha kids are now open for asks! UuU

(⬅️. ➡️)

#homestuck ask blog #homestuck #roxy lalonde #calliope #thats a yes #kinda #we’re getting there

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pupyuj · 1 month

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HII!! I just wanted to say I'm new here and this is the first time a writer on tumblr has given me so much inspo to write! I used to compete in essay and short story competitions so I'm used to writing but I had recently given up writing cuz the major I'm in, in uni is completely unrelated.

Your mean girl! Wony had me going ballistic like I'm in love! I wanted to give writing another shot so I tried it out but it's really giving essay and I feel like it's just too serious!

My whole idea was trainee!reader x wonyoung who's legit about to screw over her entire debut just because she got rejected but I'm at the smut part and I'm blanking like what do I do?!

Also I really went from writing about socialism to wonyoung smut and it's killing me lmao!!

Can I be 🛌 anon please (with the arrow please!!) also sorry for this long ass ask I really need to stfu lmao!!

AAAAAA OMG ANON I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE?! 😭😭😣💔

there’s nothing wrong w a fic that’s ‘too serious’, anon! 😼 smuts don’t always have to have a dash of humor or anything like that and if your style is more of a straightforward approach then you do you!! there’s an audience for everything and best believe we’re going to enjoy any wony smut that’s thrown at us 😭‼️ so dw about that part anon :3 anyways I LOVE YOUR IDEA??? there’s so much room for so many dynamics! if you want my advice, you can totally steer it into dark content territory (only if you’re comfortable writing that kind of stuff ofc!!) bcs come on… there’s a whole lot of possibilities w mean girl wony 😋😋 if dark content isn’t rlly your thing then i don’t think a little hate sex action would hurt 👁️👁️ but that’s just my opinion! 😘 do whatever you feel is perfect anon, i believe in you! 🥰❤️‍🔥

#🛌 anon #ena saying anything #the world needs more mean girl wony fics #stares at drafts #we’re getting there

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technically-ghostly-collection · 9 months

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OKAY PART 3, I’m trying to narrow this down to 5 parts so this is going to be pretty long. Just 2 parts left. I have a LOT of story because I was writing uncontrollably for like… 2 weeks but I don’t want to drag this out. Either way, I’m hoping y’all enjoy and I was asked about a tag list on part 2 and I am so sorry… I have no idea how to do that. BUT YOUR SUPPORT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME SO THANK YOU.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: Depiction of depression and paranoia.

Word count: 10.8K

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It’s been about two months since you’ve left the apartment, you’ve been too paranoid to leave because you’re afraid of your stalker, after the window was fixed it’s been permanently locked and bolted. Groceries have been far between, you get them delivered every few weeks if you have the money for it but since you’ve secluded yourself your work has been docking your pay. Even though you’ve put in the same amount of work, just at home instead of in the office.

You’re sitting in bed and wrapped in a blanket, working on your next big article when the phone starts ringing, you look down and immediately recognize the caller id. It’s Miguel, you pick up, your blood boiling.

“Funny that you told me not to bother you, It’s 3 in the morning. Why are you calling me?” You pull the phone away as the line hangs up, giving it a confused look. ‘Great, I guess he’s into prank calls’ you think to yourself, going back to your laptop to continue typing up the article.

You continue on for a few more minutes before hearing your doorbell ring, your blood turns ice cold as panic claws at your skin. You sit frozen on your bed before it rings a second time, finally getting up on shaky legs with bat in hand. You make it to the front door as the doorbell rings one more time, looking through the peephole and you groan. You open the door, bat still in hand just in case it’s a trick.

“Again, it’s 3 in the fucking morning, why’d you call me? I thought breaking and entering was your thing”

Miguel sighs, he honestly looks a little defeated and you give him a confused look, “your apartment is starting to smell like a corpse, I can smell it from below you because it’s so strong. Honestly thought you’d killed over.”

“Again, your charm never fails to shine through, I’ll plug in my wax warmer or something, happy?”

“Far from it,” he says, glaring down at you. “Also, your mailbox is flooded, I think the mail person got confused and can’t fit anymore in there so they put your shit in my box.”

You curse at yourself under your breath. “Of course they did, why would they read the names on the mail boxes?” you sigh softly, rubbing your face. “I’ll take care of it, now please get the hell out of here, you appeased your curiosity, I am in fact still alive. Have a nice night.” You go to close the door before Miguel stops you.

“Listen,” Miguel sighs “I don’t like people, I don’t like talking to people, but I want to help you out. Your apartment smells like a health hazard, and I don’t want to have to be subjected to it anymore. Also I’m sure your wrist is a hindrance.” He points out the cast still encasing your wrist.

Even though he’s already seen it you still tuck your wrist behind your back, blocking the entrance to your apartment. “Okay, let me put this differently, I do not want your help, this shouldn’t matter so much to you, I’m an adult and I can take care of myself.”

He grimaces and pinches the bridge of his nose. “God you’re infuriating, the only reason I’m concerned about what’s going on is because I barely hear your footsteps anymore, I can hear your alarm go off for HOURS before you stop it, I damn well thought you were dead! Your alarm is annoying, the smells are annoying, I. Am. Annoyed!”

You feel the dam start to break, your eyes prickling with tears as you look down. He’s so harsh to you and in your fragile mental state you have a hard time controlling your emotions. You wipe your eyes softly. “Okay fine, I get it, can you just leave? Please? I don’t need to be scolded and talked down to right now and I’d appreciate it if you could leave me alone.” You try to close the door again but he holds the door open easily. You could swear his eyes are glowing a deep red as he looks down at you.

“I won’t make you pay to have my seat professionally cleaned if you let me help you clean your apartment” he bargains. Half of you thinks he’s joking.

“I don’t need your help Miguel, I don’t need you to baby me and treat me like I’m fucking fragile!”

“It’s gonna cost you $5,000 to clean the seats, they’re custom made and incredibly difficult to clean”

You go wide eyed at the price, that’s the equivalent of your rent. You sigh softly, “I… I’ll pay for it, I don’t need your help, especially since you’re just going to degrade me…”

“You obviously do need my help! Your apartment is a wreck, so I’m going to help you out, I’ll hold back on the insults. Whatever it takes to make you clean this goddamn place and actually get some human interaction! I’m helping, end. of. story.”

You can feel the tears starting to fall down your face now and a sob block up your throat. “I don’t want you here Miguel! I want you out of here, now! It’s 3 in the morning, I don’t know why you care so fucking much! There’s not much to care about!” Your voice keeps cracking and your throat feels almost weak. “Can you please just leave?!”

You watch him take a deep breath. “I’m coming back here tomorrow to help you clean up, I’m not going to give up on you like you’ve given up on yourself. I’ll be here at 8”

“God I hate you right now, I don’t want you here tomorrow. We’re not friends, we’re just neighbors who were unfortunate enough to cross paths”

“And that’s fine, but I’m coming back here tomorrow, we don’t have to be friends for me to help you” he glares at you one last time before moving out of the way.

You don’t waste a second and slam the door shut behind him, locking it and wiping your eyes some more. ‘God I fucking hate nosey neighbors’ you think as you shuffle back to your room. You climb back into bed and wrap back up in your blanket, turning your laptop back on and continue on working.

Time passes by so quickly when you’re distracted from the world, before you know it it’s 8:30 am and there’s no sign of Miguel. ‘Maybe he’s not coming back’ you assume, you climb out of bed and shuffle over to your bathroom. You look in the mirror and immediately feel worse about your situation.

“God maybe I should shower…” you say as you let your hair out of the headband holding it back. You’re about halfway through before you hear a knock at the door and practically jump out of your skin. ‘Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me’ you look at the counter and realize your phone isn’t here with you, groaning and trying to finish up as fast as possible while the door bell is spammed a few more times.

“I’M COMING! CALM YOUR SHIT!” You yell towards the door, climbing out of the shower and drying off. You slip a robe on and dry your hair before rushing out to the front door, you look through the peephole and unlock all three locks, two of which you installed soon after you came home a long two months ago. You open your door just a sliver and poke your head out. “I told you not to come back.”

“And I told you I was,” Miguel shrugs, holding a bucket full of cleaning supplies and gloves. “Now where are we starting?”

It took the both of you about a month to clean your apartment well enough to where the smell faded, you had to throw many dishes out as well as half the items in your fridge. Slowly, Miguel starts being less intense and starts to actually talk to you instead of insulting you. You didn’t like having to see him so often at first but he eventually grew on you. You had to confess that it was nice to see his face, his stupidly handsome face. He must have liked spending time with you as well because another month passes and he’s still coming over, less frequently but still often enough to where you feel comfortable letting him in now. You sit down on your couch to relax before hearing a knock on the door, Miguel then comes in for your weekly movie night. He quickly pieced together that you were seriously lacking in friends and ‘it’s important that you interact with people’. You have the same response every time ‘maybe you should practice what you preach’. You look over the back of the couch at him.

“Breaking and entering yet again?” You jest.

“You know me, I love breaking into places” he says with the same flat tone as always. He comes in with two grocery bags of take out. “I went to the Mexican food place down by Park, they seem authentic and since I really don’t feel like cooking tonight, I just decided to pick something up for us.”

“Well shit okay, yeah let’s try it, I’m excited” you smile at him, patting the cushion next to you and takes one of the bags as he sits down. “What exactly did you get?” You ask as you take the box out of the bag.

“Empanadas, Carne Asada, fresh tortillas, good old fashion tacos, and some tamales, only the best stuff for movie night”

You snort, “so already better the Taco Hell” Miguel made up that little nickname after you mentioned how often you eat there during one late night movie session.

“Yes, SO much better then Taco Hell”

You laugh “okay, my main argument is that you don’t go to Taco Hell for authentic Mexican food, you go there for half assed food that’s got white people levels of spice”

And that’s when it happened, the side of Miguel’s mouth twitched, was that a smile? “That’s a horrible joke” his gaze moves from you to the sauce dripping onto his hand and down his arm from the taco he’s holding. You watch as he takes one big bite before licking up his own arm, you’re almost shocked by his actions before he glances back over at you. You look away with a blush and take a bite out of an empanada.

“What were you looking at?” Miguel asks

“I could have sworn that Mr. icy cold exterior just smiled at my joke.” You take another bite of your food, “also you just licked up your arm, it’s hard not to stare at something like that”

“I didn’t smile. You must be mistaken. And sorry for my lack of manners?” He continues to eat. “So are we gonna turn on a movie or something? Or just listen to ourselves chew?”

“What? You don’t like hearing me chew? You don’t like ASMR?” at this point you’re purposely speaking with puffed cheeks full of food just to gross him out. He rolls his eyes.

“See? I don’t know why I apologized for a lack of manners when you’re talking with your mouth full, anyway, pick a movie, let's turn something on” he grabs the remote, “and no, we’re not watching twilight.”

You were dead asleep halfway through the movie you both decided on, curled up on the arm of the couch and covered in a giant quilt. At some point Miguel left, you wake up a few hours later to a note and a clean table.

The hand writing is probably the most elegant thing you’ve seen in a while. ‘Hey, I put the left overs in your fridge, I’m sure they’ll still be good when you nuke them later. I’ll see you next week, same time. Miguel.’ You smile at the note, it’s been a long time since you’ve had a friend and you definitely didn’t expect to have such an attractive and caring one. You stick the note on your fridge and yawn, starting to shuffle towards your bedroom in a haze. Stomach full and feeling good you climb into your sheets and easily fall to sleep.

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Full disclosure, I based this off of how I handled my depression/paranoia before I started taking meds and going to therapy. So it’s not everyone’s experience! But I tried to keep it authentic to the source material. Anyway! Hope y’all enjoy. I’ll figure out a tag list eventually…

#across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #fanfiction #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara #slowly slowly #we’re getting there #i promise #multiple part series #non binary #fem leaning #Probably not writing Miguel correctly…#formal apology in the next post #i’m tired

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itsaash · 6 months

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Hamptons cubs au

@noots-fic-fests thank you for the cover and hosting!!

Character by @lumosinlove and this one’s rated M.

As the next few days went by, the sun kept shining and Leo kept cooking. Finn really did have to work, but he found himself working in sight of the kitchen most of the time. Leo was clearly excited, and stressed. He cooked an impressive amount of food on Friday and Saturday, both to eat and to practise. Lostercakes one night and then salad with lobster the next lunch. An elaborate plate of breakfast choices, arranged in a nearly perfect rainbow; purple red onion, green cucumber and sprouts, orange smoked salmon, and avocado slices plated in a way that when the sun caught them, they could almost be called yellow. Logan had done the bagel run and Finn’s parents, back for the weekend, exclaimed at Leo’s cooking. The fridge was starting to burst with leftovers by Saturday afternoon, and Finn had a feeling it would only fill more as the big dinner approached.

But then from the edges of his work focused mind, Finn saw Logan take Leo’s hand, making him set down the dishes. He pressed up and kissed him, and led him outside. Finn smiled to himself and let them go, relieved to see Logan take care of Leo. He kept working, reciting his daily affirmation of ‘I am an apex editor,’ which helped him to relax and laugh, if nothing else. Maybe he should get a sticker that said that on his laptop.

Some time later, Finn stretched his arms above his head and closed his laptop. He made sure all the lids were on his pens and put them away, tidied up the table, and got himself a bubbly. He walked to the patio doors and leaned against the doorframe, looking out past the pool to the garden. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, and then went outside. He walked along the house, under a balcony roof to the side of the house to enjoy the shade and view. He leaned back against the house and relaxed. It was only mid-afternoon, but he had done enough work for today. The tree line stretched out in front of him, gardens and flowers in front of him. It really was an absolutely beautiful place to spend the summer, so colourful, it smelled so good.

Movement caught his eye in the garden. Leo and Logan. Leo was pointing at different things, zucchini? Squash? Carrots, smaller things Finn couldn’t make out from here. Despite the distance between them Finn could sense their smiles more than see them from here. Leo would point at something, Logan would fetch it, and press a kiss to Leo’s mouth, or neck, or cheek, and then pass him whatever he had picked. This went on, and Finn kept watching, no more in control of his staring than he was in control of his heart rate picking up.

The next thing Logan brought, he kissed Leo right at the level of Logan’s mouth, around Leo’s sternum. The next handful passed with a kiss just a bit lower, to Leo’s chest. The next, and Logan could have been passing Leo a whole cake for as much as he was paying attention to that , was lower. Logan kept up until he had to stoop to kiss Leo’s belly, then stood, walked back the garden, chose something else, kneeled and kissed just at the top of Leo’s shorts as he handed him something. He stood again, and came back again, knelt again. Finn gripped the can in his hand, one foot propped up and resting against the wall as the wall of the house supported his weight. He saw Leo’s head drop back in a laugh as Logan played the game of leaving and coming back again . Finn didn’t know, but he gasped along with Leo when Logan kneeled again, laughing, and ran his hand firmly up Leo’s thighs until they were skimming under the hem of his rolled up shorts. Logan was kissing over Leo’s belly and over top of his shorts, and, yes , Leo reached down and traced a hand through Logan’s hair. Finn inhaled sharply, the sound loud in his own ears. It shocked him enough to realise what he was doing. He was spellbound. The only world that existed was the tunnel of vision between his eyes and the couple across the yard. His friends . His grip on the soda can was tight enough to dent it. His body was tightly coiled, unmoving. He was hard. He fled.

Finn was upstairs hardly before he knew it and retreated through the first door he came across, which happened to be the upstairs bathroom. He closed the door and sat on the edge of the tub, head in his hands. What was he doing? He hadn’t meant to watch, really. They had thought they were alone and Finn had just got sucked in. Guilt, and something hotter, were roiling in his gut. He couldn’t sit, could stay still, so stood up and paced the small room. He finally stopped and leaned back against the wall and let his head thunk back. His heart was beating and despite the guilt, the hot feeling was there, from toes to the red tips of his ears.

Of course seeing two objectively beautiful men turned him on. That wasn’t bad. That was biology. His lizard brain didn’t know that he wasn’t part of their group, their love. He’d just take care of it and then go make sure the dishes were done before Leo would be wanting to cook dinner.

He undid the buttons on his pineapple print blue shorts and reached in, still hard and a tacky spot at the tip. He moaned only a little at the touch and, figuring he may as well make this quick, reached into the shower and poured himself a drop of conditioner, before leaning back on the wall again, like he had been outside. He had only stroked himself a few times when he froze, hearing voices and footsteps. He didn’t move, head resting back against the wall, slick hand down his shorts, hand frozen like his whole body had been before.

The steps came closer and then passed by the door, voices hushed and laughing. Fucking giggling. It was adorable and a smile peeked through his frozen face. He heard the sound of another door closing and realised he was in the bathroom, which was right next to Leo’s room. Leo and Logan’s room. They were right there, on the other side of that wall. Laughing. He thought he heard a muffled “finally,” and more footsteps. He felt the wall behind him shake slightly with the impact of a body against it from the other side.

“Yes, Lo, go on, come on,” he heard Leo drawl, vowels long.

He didn’t hear any noises coming from Logan. But Leo, that must be Leo groaning. That must be Leo urging Logan on. Finn’s hand was moving again before he even realised, again, only noticing when he heard a gasp come out of his own mouth. So he clasped one hand over his mouth and the one around his cock moved , the only other touch against his body the strength of the wall holding him up. There wasn't much to hear, nothing to see, but he knew . He knew they were continuing what they had started outside, and Finn was powerless in the grip of his desire. He moved his hand, stroking and twisting, both trying not to picture his friends in the other room, and being unable to not imagine Leo’s long neck stretched back against the wall, Logan’s curls carding through his fingers. He forced himself to blur the faces in his mind, to imagine a body in front of him, but not a particular person. His hips were moving now, he hadn’t come in way too long and it was right there for the taking. He heard more noises and absolutely did not connect the dots in his mind to what those sounds meant. He came over his fingers, gasping into his hand, trying to be silent and still through his release, letting stars spark through his vision and his hearing go dull, but all quietly. When he was able to think again, he was glad that they were very likely still occupied and wouldn’t have noticed some heavy breathing through a wall. He heard movement from the other room, and peeled himself off the wall. He grabbed tissues and snuck from the bathroom silently, padding up the hallway to his own room, mercifully just a few doors away, and behind the closed door, it was quiet.

He collapsed onto his bed and lay there for a long time.

#characters by lumosinlove #coast to coast #o'knutzy #hamptons au #Finn continues to be in a tough situation #but only a few more parts #we’re getting there

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goopyartiste · 4 months

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rip my event, christmas break laziness hit hard 😔

dw, everything is STILL being written, it’s just taking longer lol

#ramblings from the pilot; — 👩‍🚀#oh well #WE’RE GETTING THERE #SLOWLY #BUT SURELY #baldurs gate 3 has consumed me #also a man #maybe #idk anymore

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emoboybattle · 11 months

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More than halfway through ‼️

#we’re getting there #submissions sifting

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ha-answers · 6 months

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A mark of communication is something that most iterators can make, it allows different creatures to understand what you're saying.

Were there any notes or items around you that seemed to be random gibberish at any point? They miight be a code or something that could interact with the message the stubborn lizard is attempting to attack

“Where are you taking me now”

Beginning

Prev - Next

#rain world #iterator #iterator oc #arrow ask #we’re getting there #arc 0

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pagegirlintraining · 7 months

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✨Chapter 8✨

of The Prince And The Popstar is out now!

Today, @the-amber-fox and I have an extra special snippet for you ☺️

“Hello? Simon?” Wille’s voice is tinny and distant, but Simon’s traitor of a heart still does a happy little somersault. He stares at the device in his hand. “Simon, are you there?” Wille asks. When Simon still doesn’t answer, he starts to sound the slightest bit panicked. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

You happened , Simon thinks.

“I am so sorry, Simon.” Oh, apparently he said that out loud. “I want to apologise. Can we talk?” Wille asks, now directly into Simon’s ear where his phone suddenly is. When did he lift his hand?

“Why? You said you didn’t love me.”

“I lied.”

We’re getting closer to that happy ending tag, promise 😇

Find the newest chapter here, or read from the beginning here.

#we’re getting there #yr fanfic #wilmon #au #wille x simon #simon x wille #popstar!simon #fanboy!wille #young royals

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flyingwide · 6 months

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… why is the second chapter of my canon compliant fic almost 5k

#it needs easily another 1000 words to get through some rough transitions but #we’re getting there

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