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allywritesforfun · 17 days
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i’ve watched george’s and punz’s response and seen the comments on youtube, twitter, and tiktok and it’s destroying me. the me too movement was such an important and historic movement that gave power to women and victims of sexual abuse and rape, but i am now wondering if the outcome of this movement is being used to villainize others unfairly and unjustifiably.
as we all know, the me too movement addressed the violence of victim blaming and not believing/validating women’s and other’s abuse and rape. this movement is why we often hear the phrase “always stand with the victim, always believe the victim” and other iterations. this was very powerful and held a lot of influence on all social media, holding celebrities and other socially and economically powerful people (especially men) accountable, and rightfully so.
however, these last few days have shown me a capitalistic narrative of using an actual victims abuse to gain popularity and power through fallacies. when andi and cati shared their story, there was an outrage across multiple media platforms of people pulling their support of punz and george and sometimes even wishing violence upon them. there was an overwhelming support for andi and cati, and rightfully so; support that is encouraged by the me too movement and at first it made sense to me; the bravery and strength of shelby giving confidence and voice to others who have abused and violated by men much bigger and powerful than them. even though my support was not public, those in private knew the feminist rage in me.
but now punz and george have come out with their sides and i have read and watched them both, and i’ve read all the comments and it seems the general consensus is that punz was a horrible person but no means a rapist as well that george is a good person. in the last three days or so, i’ve seen a community destroy a person and then commend them. in other words, i have witnessed people take advantage of the goals of the me too movement and use them for fame and possibly profit. i am in no means invalidating the feelings of andi and cati, but it is clear that for one reason or another, they told a false story that they have gotten benefit out of, even if it was for a day, at the cost of another human.
it leaves me with many distraughtful questions about what it means to be a victim in this moment and how to support actual victims without villainizing others. if there is one lesson everyone can take away from these events, it is that people were too quick to judge and unrightfully made comments and sometimes threats towards people who did not deserve it. i’m careful when i say this because i don’t want to be misunderstood. i am not saying don’t believe and support the victim right away, please do so, but i am also suggesting that with “viral culture” we need to be careful to villainize those accused. i’ve seen the posts of people saying that they were waiting to see georges response and have others accuse and “attack” them for not supporting cati right away. but i feel that they too were misunderstood and treated unfairly. is there a world where cati could be supported but george didn’t have to be an immediate villain? i truly don’t know and it’s not up to me to decide. i will never truly know the intentions of andi and cati, but it’s been dystopian to see how quickly people turned against punz and george and how they just as quickly supported them. it doesn’t feel real.
how many people have taken advantage of the me too movement is such ways? how do these actions address our everyday life? was the man that got fired from my university bakery shop really a sexual assaulter or did those women who accused him just wanted him gone because he was old and Black?
is there a space for victims of abuse and rape can come forward after another victim? can they too be empowered? the answer is seems so simple. of course they can, but now the effects of capitalism have turned the success and strengths of one victim into profit. it’s why booktok is so popular, colleen hoover makes one dark romance that goes viral and then everyone else is making dark romance because it’s what’s selling. have we really turned abuse stories into commodities?
i will end by saying that i am writer. i feel that my task as a writer is to write about what it means to be alive in this moment. i distinguish myself from writers popular by media and write for profit. i have friends who say they are readers but have no clue who zadie smith and george saunders are. our current life is banal and desensitized. we are all marionettes being tugged between mark zuckerberg and elon musk. i thrive to cut the strings and instead retie them to my own fingers. i have put a heavy burden on myself to capture the last four days and show the authenticity of today without catering to a sincere audience. we have clearly lost our god damn minds.
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allywritesforfun · 17 days
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hey i need everyone’s advice rn. i’m kinda stuck. i love my tumblr and the people that ive met and the community that supported me. i owe all of my success so far in my personal life to this community. (i got nominated for a writing award eek!! (ps, it was a nonfiction essay about how i used my parasocial relationship with aizawa shouta to heal myself from the men who hurt me, so kinda dope if aizawa shouta gets me my first award)) being able to use this as an outlet to explore my style and simply learn has been such a blessing and privilege. i recognize that im very fortunate to have everyone and this page. i truly love you all. however, elephant in the room, with punz, george, and wilbur, im not sure this page is doing what i set out to do. people today are still liking and sometimes reblogging old fics and im not sure im comfortable with my page being a source for people to romanticize them. but at the same time, ive always preached that c! cc! and who they actually are are three different people and that i was strictly writing c! and cc! so yeah. i’m stuck. do i deactivate my account? do i spend hours going through and deleting every fic and reblog? do i leave it be? is me leaving these fics up causing harm?
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allywritesforfun · 21 days
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Hello Hello Ally! Don't know if you remember me aha. But it's been a while (a long while) since we last talked. I saw Dana talking to you and thought why not try my luck?
I can't believe that I've lost touch with so many of my old friends on here since i left the Dsmp fandom (even though I'm very glad i did leave it with everything going on.) anyways i hope you're doing alright, and i hope that we'll get to talk more Because honestly i miss talking to everyone i knew back then (it feels weird saying back then considering it's been what a year?)
ofc i remember!!!! peaches may be right by saying that a reunion has to happen. i’ve thought about rebranding this account and hopefully i can get back into writing fanfic more? tbh i have like a 14k daisuga fic that i started over a year ago that NEEDS to get done. i miss our community so much, i need the motivation and passion of others to bounce off of.
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allywritesforfun · 21 days
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Ally! Hii! I saw moon in your ask box and wanted to say hello as well! Can't believe it's been this long :o
😭😭hi! gah i miss everyone sm it’s not even funny. im so happy to see you’re still active <3
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allywritesforfun · 21 days
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hey ally, it’s em. it’s been so long.. i just wanted to make sure you’re alive still
i miss everyone (but yeesh i don’t miss dsmp yikes)
almost everyone is archived or deactivated or just gone… it’s kinda sad to see something that was such a big part of who i was so gone
anyway yeah i don’t know if you’re ever going to check this but i just wanted to say hello again to an old friend
(was too lazy to dig out the login to my main)
oh my GOD HI !!! i was literally just talking with peaches about how i was curious of what you’re up to! IM ALIVE and im so happy you are too!
i literally check my tumblr like once a month now but i def wanna catch up!
and yeah……….losing that part of me sucked too and i owe all my accomplishes this far in college to this entire writing community. i learned so much and i value this community beyond words
i miss you <3
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allywritesforfun · 9 months
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the funny thing ab ao3 being down (god save us all) is that im like “i literally can’t go to bed without a fic” but then i’m like “wait…i’m the writer” and will read unfinished wip but then get mad at myself for not finishing it
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allywritesforfun · 9 months
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hi ally! IM ALIVE!
on a serious note, how have you beeeennnn? lately ive been missing everyone on here and missing the 2021 era D: but im happy too! we’ve all grown since then! its nice to see that you’re still here :)
SUNNIE
SUNNIE
SUNNIE AHHHH
hello my love <333
im not like really here here, I just kinda check up on here every once and awhile and I am long gone out of the dsmp fandom (for better or worse)
no but fr I need 2021 back. my writing improved so much. I miss talking to everyone...it can get lonely sometimes now
but im a junior in college this semester and im currently working on getting a 2nd pov short story published (if you dm me ill send it to you and tell you more ab because my prof called it "revolutionary" and people on Tumblr/internet are not getting ahold of it)
how are you??? what's new???
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allywritesforfun · 9 months
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hi i have a very important request. when you’ll stop writing i’m begging don’t delete your account or works. they helped me so much and i would be so devastated if they’ll be gone
I love you <3. this is exactly what I needed today <3
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allywritesforfun · 10 months
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who the actual fuck was gonna tell me that edogawa rampo is the verbal translation of edgar allen poe
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allywritesforfun · 11 months
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it’s so sad to come back to check on people and see everyone is either archived or deactivated :(
i would do anything to go back
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allywritesforfun · 1 year
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<3
yeah, i’d love if you recommended some other authors! and i enjoyed my stay here :)
What I decided to do. I'm glad you enjoyed your stay! Is there any other fandoms on my page you'd like to request for?
Okay so here are some of the accounts I found. I don't have enough time to scroll through and find all the ones I personally love but I hope you guys enjoy the ones I have now :) please remember to be nice and look at their boundaries. Don't be weird! I'm not sure if all of these lovely people are active but they still have some good fanfic. Respect them!! Make sure to be of the right age their page requires.
Please ignore my handwriting, I was just jotting down the accounts I saw.
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@basilly
@ohworm-writes
@sanguinescorpios
@gnfbeloved
@dollsbite
@lilywastaken
@technowoah
@mcyt-peach (no longer active)
@sappynapper
@angstyx
@wrenqueenisboss
@sabinanotfound
@lovetorn
@peacheskimi
@aftrglwed
@lvrdrm
@deceptxcon
@a-jynx
@97c1a9
@allywritesforfun
Drop some suggestions in the comments and I'll add them! Lmk if there is any problem with the ones I picked. If any of the people I put would like me to take them off the list, I'll gladly do it. Thank you. 🖤 Enjoy!
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allywritesforfun · 1 year
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just wait til you find out i re edited and made the kiss scene 100% better. + better descriptions:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40654188
{The Letterman Jacket} Dreamnotfound
summary: I got this idea from this tweet, all credits go to the original poster. I also added my own twist to it <3
trigger warnings: I think swearing? I honestly can't remember, I edited this at 2 in the morning
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regular masterlist
taglist- i will be posting more dnf <3
anon list
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George left his house in a rush. Every morning he always slept in, no matter how many alarms he set to wake him up. This morning he was lucky that he left his blinds open the night before, otherwise the sun would have never gotten him up.
He rushed out the door without a second thought. His hair was left unbrushed and he wore his decent looking pajamas. He ran outside and sighed, realizing that he would have barely enough time to make it to school. If he sped walk and ran across some crosswalks, he should get there right as the bell rang.
George must’ve been really good at math because the bell rang a second after he set his backpack down on the ground, leaning up against his chair. He took a minute just to breathe, it's been a while since he had to run most of the way to school.
The teacher was still getting the lesson set up and allowed the class to talk for a few minutes. George took the time to prop up his phone and do his best to fix his hair. You could tell by the way he looked that he didn't attempt to get ready today. .
He felt the eyes of his assigned table partner, Dream, on his body, fixated on his movements. He tried to ignore him at first, but Dream started to tap his finger against the table to get his attention.
“Can I help you?” George asked the boy next to him.
Dream pretended like he didn't know what George was talking about, “Hm? What did you say?”
George huffed out, “I can feel you staring at me. Quit it out…it's weird.”
“I’m not trying to stare!” Dream exclaimed. “You just had your arms all over the place and it was hard to focus on anything else.”
George rolled his eyes and finished up fixing his hair. He reflected on his morning with a shiver, realizing that it wasn't cold enough outside for the heat to kick in the school. The classroom was freezing and the thought of the heat never gonna start made him shiver and discreetly rub his triceps, trying to warm up.
“Cold?” Dream asked.
George nodded, “I-I was running late…again. I didn't think to grab a jacket so I just have this black short sleeve that I slept in. I didn't think the room would be this cold.”
Dream leaned forward in his chair and shrugged his jacket off. He folded it nice and neat before offering it to George, “I have a sweatshirt underneath my letterman jacket. You can take the jacket if you’d like. Maybe it will get you warmed up enough to last the day?”
George pushed the jacket back at him, “It’s friday, aren't you supposed to wear that to spread awareness for the game?”
“My presence alone reminds people of the game. You don't see many 6’3, hot, all-star receivers on the team besides me don’t you?” Dream bloated. “You can just give it back to me at the end of class.”
“I don't ever go to the games,” George answered. “I prefer to stay at home, away from the people.”
Dream offered his jacket again, “Take the jacket, George. You’re gonna be cold all class and then you’re not gonna focus and keep shivering and then I won’t focus. It's for the better of our education if you wear it.”
George thought about it for a second; Dream was right, if he never warmed up, then he wouldn't focus and he needed this class to graduate. “Fine,” George took the jacket from Dream’s hands and slipped it on. It was big on his smaller frame, but warm nonetheless, “Thank you. This is very thoughtful of you.”
“You’re welcome, George.”
George putting on the jacket might have been more distracting than being cold. This was his first time ever wearing someone else’s jacket and made him feel fuzzy on the inside. Which was weird to him because it was Dream’s. Dream was just an asshole, stuck up football star that only was popular for his looks. George never thought much of him besides when they needed to discuss a chapter or two of the reading assignment…until now.
The longer George wore Dream’s jacket, the more it grew on him. George started to love wearing the jacket; It brought a sense of security and warmth to him, which he had never felt before in the school.
Class went on and George found himself snuggling into the jacket. He had his hands in the sleeves, making paws and hugged himself. Dream was right, it was way better than being cold.
George looked at the time as the teacher wrapped up the lesson, one minute til the bell rang. He packed away his notebook, pen, and reading book. Just as he was about to give Dream his jacket back, the bell rang. George looked over to Dream, who was already up and walking out the door.
“Wait!” George called, running out the door. A few feet ahead he saw Dream talking with some other boys from the football team. He decided against interrupting their conversation. It would've been awkward and Dream, the star of the football team, probably wouldn't want to explain why he gave some boy his jacket to wear.
George continued to his next class. He planned on giving it back during the next passing period, or at least by the end of the day. His next class was a science class. The teacher was giving a lecture on genetics, but George noticed that everyone seemed to be whispering. He pushed it to the back of his mind and played it off as the lesson not making sense, but he soon realized that they weren't listening at all to the lesson.
Everyone was whispering to each other while looking at him, some even pointed. He sunk down in his chair a little bit, confused. He did his best to pay attention to the lesson and went back to hugging himself with the jacket…
…the jacket. He never took off Dream’s jacket. He was so warm and comfortable in it that he forgot to take it off and hide it in his backpack. George felt the girl behind him tap his shoulder.
“What?” He turned around and accidentally snapped at her.
Ignoring how hostile George was, she asked, “Are you dating Dream?”
He shook his head violently, “What? No! Of course I’m not! Why would you think that?”
Her table partner leaned in and answered, “Well you’re wearing his jacket. We all thought you might have started dating him…or decided to be open?”
George shook his head, “How did you know it was his jacket?”
“It has his last name on the back, Taken?” She answered. “All the boys have their last name on the back.”
“God damn it!” George cursed under his breath and whipped the jacket off, setting it on the ground next to him.
George didn't put it back on for the rest of the day. He hoped that only his class would notice and not say anything, but it was clear by the end of the day that everyone knew that he had Dream’s jacket. George tried to catch Dream in the hallway, but he must’ve been embarrassed because he walked the other direction or turned down the opposite hall.
He ended up taking the jacket home. He just could never catch Dream. Not knowing what to do, he called his only friend, Wilbur.
Wilbur was quick to answer, “Dream Taken huh?”
George sighed, “It’s not what it looks like!”
“You know, I had a feeling that you would call.”
“Let me explain,” George started. “I was late this morning-”
“-Like every morning.”
“And I didn't bring a sweatshirt to school and I was shivering and it was distracting both of us first hour so he offered it to me to wear for the class but he must’ve forgotten and I didn't take it off for the next class and now everyone thinks we’re dating! I have answered so many questions today, Wilbur! I didn't think I would ever get this popular!”
“Why did you forget to take it off, George?”
“W-What?”
“You kept it on for a reason didn't you?” Wilbur asked. “If you hated wearing it then you would have taken off, but you didn't. Do you have a thing for Dream?”
George flopped back on his bed and combed his hand through his hair, “I didn't think I did but… Dream was always this annoying football kid to me. Today he showed me kindness and that he cared and… and I noticed his beauty. He’s so handsome, Wil. I never thought about it till today. His frame is the perfect size, his muscles bulge out but don't take over his body, his hair perfectly falls over his eyes, and now that I think of it- he has the softest hands.”
“He’s an asshole, George,” Wilbur reminded him. “A narcissistic asshole.”
“Wilbur, can I be honest? I don't think he is,” George admitted. “I think he just puts on that persona because he’s an all-star. He never gets the chance to relax and be soft with people, but he was with me today. I’m… I’m attracted to him.”
“After one day?” Wilbur questioned. “You wore his jacket and- do you have the jacket on now?”
George sighed looking down at himself, shamelessly wearing Dream’s jacket, “Yea… I wore it for the walk home. It’s cold out.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“No…” George answered faintly, Wilbur could barely hear it.
“You know I support you, yea?” Wilbur answered. “If you wanna go after Dream, then I’ll be here for you. I just think you’re going about it the wrong way.”
“Thank you,” George replied. “How am I gonna get this jacket back to him? I can't do it during school with everyone watching and I work this weekend…”
“Do it after his game,” Wilbur suggested. “Get him to meet you behind the bleachers or somewhere secret and no one has to know.”
“Will you go with me?” He asked. “I’ve never been to a game before.”
Wilbur sighed, “I would if I could, George. But I have to play in the band so I’ll be on the sidelines all game. I’ll be there though, just not with you.”
George sighed and ended the call. The only way he was gonna give this jacket back was to go to that game alone. He looked at the time. He had a good three hours before the game started. He knew he had to get there earlier to catch Dream and talk to him.
George laid into the jacket, breathing into it.
Dream smells so good! He smells like home and heaven rolled into one!
He kept the jacket on the entire time getting ready. He grew an emotional attachment to it. Without it on, he felt naked and exposed. He decided that it didn't hurt to wear it at home where no one would know.
He checked himself in the mirror one last time; this was the first time he has ever cared about what he looks like going out. The closer the time got to leaving, the more anxious he felt. This small exchange was a huge deal to him.
He played out multiple scenarios in his head. He really hoped that he didn't hurt or offend Dream by wearing it to class. Dream probably didn't want to see him and burn the jacket all together.
He disregarded these thoughts on his walk to the stadium. Dream would never react that way, at least not with him. The more he thought about it, the more he theorized that Dream left class early on purpose. He had a feeling that Dream wanted him to have the jacket. But at the same time, maybe he never meant for people to see George wear the jacket.
He lost his train of thought when he could see the stadium in the distance. He slipped the jacket off and held it in his hands. There would be nothing more embarrassing than walking into the stadium wearing it.
He paid for his ticket and walked inside, overcome with different sensations. To the right of him was the smell of fresh hotdogs from concessions. He heard a teacher yelling in the distance about a raffle going on. The band was warming up under the bleachers.
The bleachers themselves were filled. George didn't realize that they were playing his school’s rival team tonight. All of the bleachers were filled with students, teachers, families, and some people from the community. It was so packed that people had to stand in the aisles.
George was not about to go sit next to some random families and especially not with his peers after today’s commotion. He decided to wait by the fence gate to the track field that was wrapped around the football field. George got there earlier than he thought, there were only coaches, waterboys, and referees on the field.
He held the jacket in his right arm and his phone in his left. He was gonna text Wilbur about how nervous he was and how he wanted to back out, but he remembered that Wilbur would never see it anyways.
He sighed and leaned against the cold, steel fence. As the sun went down, the air only got colder and a light breeze danced over the bleachers. George again, was freezing, but he learned from his mistakes and kept the jacket in his hands.
The ground started to vibrate underneath him. He looked back and saw the football boys running out onto the field. He backed away a few feet and looked for Dream. Dream was near the end of the boys, running along with the flag holders.
Just as he was about to pass George, he slowed down and locked eyes with him. “George!” Dream quickly stopped and took the jacket from George’s hands and unfolded it. “What are you doing without a jacket again! It's even colder than it was this morning and it's gonna keep getting colder!” Dream didn't let George move as he placed his jacket around his shoulders and made sure that it made a warm, protective blanket around him, “Keep this on! You’re gonna freeze to death if you don’t! I’ll come find you after the game okay?”
Dream smiled and waved at George as he ran off to catch up on warm-ups. George wanted to stop him and tell him that he needed to take the jacket so that he could go home, but that smile put George in a trance. It was the most beautiful smile that he has ever seen and he wanted to see more of it. The only way to do that was to stay. So George stayed right by the fence like Dream wanted him too.
George understood a little about football, the basics and stuff that Dream would try telling him about. At first, George had no reaction to the game and it was more that he was waiting for the game to be over; however, the more the game went on, and the more the crowd grew louder, and closer the game got, George felt himself getting excited for the game. He discovered this underlying passion to support the team. But it really wasn't the team; He wanted to support Dream. George would only cheer when Dream did something good, like catch the ball or run really fast.
Everytime that Dream made a touchdown, he would celebrate with his teammates and then lock eyes with George. With everytime he looked over, he held the contact a little longer. It was hard for George to see Dream’s smile from so far away, but he could feel it. He felt the warmth and happiness that Dream gave him even when Dream wasn't near him.
When the team’s defense was playing, Dream was on the bench either talking with coaches or getting water. Everytime he got water, he was never focused on the game. Instead, he stared at George and took in the pretty boy in front of him. He loved watching George slowly get more into the game and the sparkle in his eyes as it went on. If Dream was lucky enough, George would look over at him and they would give little waves to each other and spoke through hand signals that only they could understand.
George proudly wore the jacket over his shoulders, not daring to fix it from where Dream placed it on him. That was George’s validation. Dream wanted George to wear his jacket and he didn't care who saw. All he cared about was George staying warm and feeling good, and it showed.
The game came down to the final seconds. Dream’s team was down by one point on fourth down with just enough time to get a play in. The teams went back and forth calling timeouts, trying to organize the perfect plan to win. There was a solid forty yards that Dream’s team needed to get a touchdown and win the game, the play had to be the perfect play.
Dream lined up on the yard line, getting as far forward as he could without passing it and causing a flag. He anxiously rubbed his hands together, going through the play one last time in his head. He looked over at George who instanously calmed his nerves with a simple thumbs up and a faint “you got this.”
The second the football was tossed back to the quarterback, Dream took off, directly to the right and ran down the line. He realized that the defence had staked their players on him in layers and that he would immediately get tackled if he went forward with the coaches plan. He ran back towards the quarterback, “Sapnap! Ball! Ball! Ball!”
Sapnap and Dream have been secretly working on this play for weeks. In case they ever got into a situation like this exact one, they knew what to do. Sapnap listened to Dream’s voice get closer and closer. At the right time, he tossed the football up and behind him without looking, causing the crowd to gasp. The crowd, including George, went crazy as Dream ran out from nowhere and caught the ball in the air and immediately tossed it to the middle of the field, where Sapnap was completely open. Dream threw the ball a little short, but Sapnap reached out and grabbed it with one hand before it slipped away. Dream sprinted up the left side of the field and only looked at Sapnap, who was directing him on where to go. Sapnap brought his arm and the ball to his ear and launched the ball in the opposite direction of where Dream was going, just like they had practiced. Dream did a v-cut, turning in the direction of the ball, leaving his opponents behind him and caught the ball in the endzone.
Touchdown
The entirety of Dream’s team sprinted out on the field as Dream and Sapnap celebrated the success of their play and the big win of the night. The team huddled around Dream and Sapnap, but Dream managed to break away from the group. The team let him be and continued to celebrate with their all-star quarterback.
Meanwhile, Dream was jogging towards George, discarding his helmet and gloves, and hopped over the fence, collapsing in George’s arms. Dream was breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath from the amazing play. Dream has never run that fast before and it was all from the adrenaline. Dream engulfed George in a tight hug, maybe even too tight, but George didn't care. George returned Dream’s energetic and sweaty hug with as much energy as he could.
“That was amazing, Dream!” George yelled through the crowd. “I’m so proud of you!”
Dream still had adrenaline rushing through his veins and acted on it. He grabbed the back of the collar of his jacket, which George was still wrapped in, and yanked it forward, colliding his lips with George’s in an unexpected rush of passion.
George did his best to kiss Dream back with the same amount of passion, but he was too surprised and smily to kiss Dream back the way he wanted to. Dream quickly pulled away and kept his hands on George’s shoulder, “Damn you look so fucking good in that!”
“T-thank you!” George stuttered out, his mind still cloudy from the kiss.
“I have to go to the team meeting, don't you dare move!” Dream impulsively laid a quick peck on George’s lips before running away, “And don't you dare take that jacket off!”
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taglist: @anarchyanon @nightmarefox15@gray-moon2 @pixviepie @theblueblub
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allywritesforfun · 1 year
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hi! how are you?
hello!! i’m doing well! a lotta working rn to pay for college !!
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allywritesforfun · 1 year
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do you still write for dsmp or dream, george, or sapnap?
there’s this phenomenon going in with college students with this week being the hardest week?? idk but after this week i’m gonna try to write for everyone in my masterlist
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allywritesforfun · 1 year
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i’m in
GUYS I JUST HAD AN AMAZING IDEA (i think)
it would sort of be a dtiys (draw this in your style) but with WRITING
you guys would select some of my oc's and choose an au to write them into!
sort of a follower event kinda thing bc I never did a good one for 1k
(tagging moots bc I want to know what y'all think of this)
@dreamwvrld @ze-maki-nin @icaruii @im-so-deep-in-lore-help @foxannethemuffin @boiled-onionrings @allywritesforfun
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allywritesforfun · 2 years
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do i dare write dnf meet up tonight?
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allywritesforfun · 2 years
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the way i started instantly crying after i made sure it was a verified tweet
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