#You didn't read the hashtag again

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Aries 

Remember the old cartoon production company, “Hanna Barberra”? Over the years they made only a handful of shows based off of real people: Laurel and Hardy, The Robonic Stooges, The Globetrotters and Super Globetrotters, The Gary Coleman Show, and The Abbott and Costello Cartoon Show. You know how many had the actual people voicing themselves? Two! Gary Coleman and Bud Abbott. This week stop wondering who’ll play you in the movie about your life - it’s not going to be you.

Taurus (https://www.dolmetsch.com/musicalsymbols.htm)

Putting together a visual reference for musical symbols should be a fairly simple affair. Staff Lines, Clef Marks, and Sharps and Flats are common, so explaining them in great detail isn’t needed. Showing a fat, squat letter “A” and explaining it means, “Play With A Fingernail”... Ok, that’s an esoteric symbol and a simple description. But if you add a variety of symbols to indicate which instrument a percussionist should be playing, and end with, “most are self-explanatory”... No, Janet! It’s not self-evident why a percussionist should have a handgun… Unless it’s pointed at the viola section. This week stop assuming things!

Gemini   

Last week’s Horrible-Scope included the mental image of Miss Piggy in Shibari rope bondage hanging in a deli window like a piece of uncured mortadella. Since the US National Pork Board complained, we’d like to clarify something; we in NO way meant to kink-shame Miss Piggy, the Muppets, or anyone who likes to engage in Safe, Sane, and Consensual acts, as well as whatever they like to eat. Please just remember to choose a proper safeword that is easily understood, even if you have a frog in your throat. 

Cancer Moon-Child 

Last week, when we told you to, quote, make an apple pie from scratch… we didn’t think we had to remind you to not create an entire parallel universe first. But since you did, you’re now going to have to wait about Thirteen-point-Seven Billion. That “B” - Billion! Thirteen-point-Seven billion years for the first apple trees to appear in it. Obviously you weren’t planning ahead, since right now all you have is a universe of nothing but heat, comparable to biting full-face into a McDonald’s Hot Apple Pie. Stay in your own universe and just… toast an English Muffin instead.

Leo 

It’s a current Law Of The Universe that, “if Weird Al covers your song, you’ve made it.” It’s a double-edged sword, though, since people might start to remember Al’s version better. And this is why your friends never let you pick songs on long car rides because you always sing Al’s lyrics instead of the right ones! This week start playing your music with the lyrics showing.

Virgo 

Yeah, uhh… about us picking on you for those D-Size batteries you have. Uhhh… Yeah. We accidentally found out what they’re for, and… uhh… Yeah. We’re just gunna go out and buy you the biggest Maglite flashlight we can find, which would be the ML300L LED 6-Cell D Flashlight. At just under a hundred U.S. Monetary Units, it’ll help US sleep better at night.

Libra 

In the market for a car? How about this… BUY A HEARSE! Look… a 2011 Cadillac Eagle Coach Kingsley with 67,200 miles for $35,000. It takes standard gasoline, doesn’t get great mileage, but it’s got room enough for a mattress and STILL has room for a full-size spare tire, everyone will do everything to NOT hit you, and you can park it anywhere without an alarm… because EVERYONE will be watching it for you. This week go shopping outside the box.

Scorpio 

Cool Things are harder to do than you realize. You want to learn how to crack a bullwhip but you can only afford the piece of crap at the mall edgy-teen store? Just don’t bother. If you do learn to pop it it’ll disintegrate almost immediately. And if you can afford a good quality one you might seriously hurt yourself by doing it wrong. This week invest in an oiled canvas riding jacket instead.  

Sagittarius 

Time to test your trivia knowledge. The word is, “Zectron”, coined in 1964. Without looking it up is it A) the brand name of the material Super Balls are made of, B) a one-off villain from the Japanese series “Ishimaru of the Wind” who was able to dispel illusions, C) the design code-name for the SCART A/V connector used in Europe or D) a tongue-in-cheek reference to an inking mistake in the early Warner Brothers cartoon production cells.  

Capricorn 

Your nostalgia for the Game Boy Color is cute. In 2000 the game Robot Wars Metal Mayhem was released, taking direct inspiration from the TV series Robot Wars. It was great marketing for the show, but with a screen resolution of 160 x 144, the most animated part of the game was the intro credits. This week consider buying a Steam Deck and play some Nintendo Switch games on it.

Aquarius 

It’s time to go clothes shopping again. No, you can’t put it off any longer, you need new underwear and new socks, in that order. Yes it can be embarrassing, but think about how soft, smooth, and comfortable you’ll feel in them. It’s like having that New Car Smell, but for your feet. Speaking of which - this week, hit up Bath & Body Works for a Eucalyptus Spearmint spray for yours.

Pisces 

It's the Pre-Winter-Holiday Vacation Season”, so you better put in your time-off request this week. The only remaining question is, where to go? Plot out on a map a drive that’ll take about three hours and spend a long weekend there. And don’t go for a big name hotel - just find a single-level strip-plaza no-tell motel and stay there. If you get the last room on a side you can be as loud as you want without disturbing anyone. And enjoy the time. 

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#Comedy #humor #horrorscope #The Answer is A #You didn't read the hashtag again

[mildcicada]

#U Have No Idea How Much I Miss Her. #i need to start actually drawinf again its been a hellish 6 months #its really easy to just fall out of the habit of it #i used to obsess over never being someone who just suddenly stopped drawing for weeks/months #it scared me. like a core part of my identity would have to change for that to happen or would be changed by that happening #and then once i didn't draw and wasn't drawing i felt like i needed something to violently change about myself to get me to start doing it #again. but i didn't need that i just drew something again and that was it. like that stretch of time didn't happen #drawing is just an activity you can choose to do or not do and there are no consequences for whatever decision you chose to take but it felt #so serious to me it is like i viewed it like death #which i was right about in a way but mostly in how death is just a thing that happens and that it wont be that sudden and insane #you will just be and then not be just like how you weren't and now are. its just like me drawing or not drawing lol #but that comic of ht papyrus by jnpie where he's looking at the puzzles he used to make and wondering if he'll ever do that again. or if he #wants to. its like that feeling. it always sticks in my mind #i have like a fear of thinking about when i will no longer care about something i care about now and its so weird when. realize i stopped #wanting to do something and caring about it and. i feel nothing on account of no longer caring about it lol. but i know that past me #is currently looking forward at me now and terrified. this is unrelated to that comic a lot but its like. thinking about how i will change #words #mine #IM NOT TAGGING THE ART bc i wanna actually finish some of these pieces tbh and like they are just the backdrop for my thoughts... #feels so hashtag tumblr to talk to yourself about some vague ass feelings or situation that no one else will look at ugh thats like #The tumblr experience. but i love reading other's personal posts and tags though..

[bylertruther]

please forgive my ugly screenshots but friendly and urgent reminder that this super funny and cute and fun twitter fic exists and you should 100% read it if you haven't already

#''idk lucas was kinda fine in sixth grade'' is a line that has not left my brain since i first read this fic and i found it again by #just googling tht line. DBFJHSKBDFJKH #the screenshots are not in order bc i didn't want to spoil one of the funniest parts but jus . please read it LMAO it's a fave of mine #also yes im a dark theme user idk how u ppl still have retinas w the default theme. and yes i did say You People hashtag firstclasscitizen #anyway this is Canon 2 Me will really DID find lucas to be kinda fine in sixth grade it's true

[incognit0slut]

Pretty when you sleep

As newlyweds, Spencer couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Even when you were asleep.

warnings: (MINORS DNI!) fem reader, consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, very minimum plot yet very heavy smut. words: around 2k

a/n: In another episode of me getting inspired by a clip that I turned into a gif and wrote something out of it🥴 if you want to read my other attempts at writing a blurb based on gifs, find the hashtag #gifwriting on my page. Also, I can't believe this is my first fic of him as a husband.

YOU WERE TOO PRETTY TO RESIST. You just looked so goddamn tempting while laying on your stomach like that. It didn’t help when the strap of your nightgown fell from your shoulder, uncovering the swell of your breast.

You were so breathtakingly beautiful. So soft. So irresistible.

Spencer always made sure he had your consent every time he touched you. He grew to understand what you liked and didn't like when it came to sex, and sure, maybe thinking of brushing his fingers along your skin while you were unconscious wasn't the best idea. But he couldn't help it. You were just too inviting to resist, so he placed a hand on your hip.

You stirred at the sudden contact he initiated and unconsciously readjust into a more comfortable position, your toes curling before relaxing once more. When you finally stopped squirming around, he reached out again, letting his rough fingers travel up your exposed leg. He started at your knee before going further up between the apex of your plush thighs, where that sweet little cunt of yours was waiting for him.

You were still asleep, even as he started to carefully stroke you, dragging a single knuckle up and down against your thin panties and suppressed a groan as he felt the heat radiating from underneath the material. Your breathing pattern began to change as he continued with his teasing. By the time he circled your clit and added the slightest amount of pressure on it, you started to pant and push your ass higher into the air in response.

He smiled. You wanted this.

Of course, you did. The way your body reacted to his touch spoke for itself. You were already getting so wet that your panties were turning damp and sticky with arousal. He continued to massage your clit through the thin cotton, and he watched in awe as your breath hitched in your throat, almost as though you could feel his actions even when you were unconscious.

Spencer kept his eyes trained on your body as he moved to dip your panties down your legs, carefully lifting your body up just enough to slide them down your curves, allowing them to sit around one of your ankles. Then he carefully slipped off his own clothes, trying to keep as quiet as possible, before his palms splayed against your body to move you onto your back.

“So pretty," he mumbled under his breath as he took note of your loose nightgown and the way it had risen up, exposing more of your skin to his prying eyes. He moved over the mattress slowly, making sure you were still fast asleep, and slipped between your now parted legs.

God, how had he become so lucky? Having you reciprocate his feelings was already a surprise when he confessed, but it surpassed his expectations when you agreed to be his girlfriend. Ten months of pure bliss was what he felt throughout your relationship, and when he noticed some of your clutter in his apartment, he wanted to see it every time he came home.

And now, miraculously, you were his wife. The word carried a weight of joy and wonder that he couldn't quite fathom. Every morning waking up to your shared life, and every night falling asleep next to you, felt like a dream too good to be true. 

Granted, you've shared intimate nights so much that he should've gotten used to your body by now. Yet, every touch felt as electrifying and exhilarating as the first time and he found himself still captivated by the warmth of your presence. Even now as he fisted his cock, giving himself a teasing tug as he ran his thumb against the tip, his eyes raking your exposed body.

The way your legs parted for him, showing off your wetness and how already swollen you were even when he was barely touching you. His gaze swept over your exposed breast that slipped out of your nightgown and he brushed a thumb against one of your stiff peaks, feeling the way you trembled beneath him.

The way you shuddered made him jerk his hips against yours erratically, pushing his cock against your mound. Your body reacted to his touch, even in slumber, as your hips arched off the bed. His breath hitched when he rutted his hips forward. The sight of his cock against your abdomen showed him just how deep he would be inside you.

He then eased his hips back to drag the thick, swollen tip through your outer lips. His eyes focused on the way your pussy spread for him, as though inviting him inside. Your arousal coated his swollen head as he focused his attention on your clit, pressing down on it with his cock as he listened to the increased pace of your breathing.

He moved his cock back up as he let the underside split your folds open, resting his girth between them snugly as he let out a low groan at the heat radiating from your core. You were so fucking pretty it was unreal.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, holding onto the base of his cock as he started to drag the tip through your wetness again, grunting softly as it caught against your tight entrance. “Look at you swallowing me.”

Spencer exercised restraint as he gave soft, subtle thrusts into your aching cunt. His gaze flickered between your face and his cock splitting you apart as he continued pushing himself forward, feeling your body begin to resist his entrance as he tried to change the angle.

"I'm sorry, Angel," he whispered. His chest rumbled with a groan as he felt you clenching around his thickness, causing his eyes to snap up to your face in surprise, thinking that he’d wake you up. But you were still very much asleep. "I can't resist you."

He let out a sigh as he managed to thrust his hips further. He paused for a second to cherish the feeling of his cock being completely buried deep inside you, running his hand over your abdomen as he tried to feel himself inside you, pressing against your pelvis as he throbbed at the sensation.

He held your hips and slowly dragged his thick cock from your cunt, leaving the tip to keep you stretched out before plunging back inside. The restraint he once had now long gone with the way your body hungrily sucked him. His pace increased as he leaned forward, hovering his body over yours with his hands splayed on either side of your head. He sucked in a breath at the way your body adjusted to him, clenching around his cock as he kept rutting his hips.

And then you suddenly stirred. You moved slightly, your chin tilting upward, and your lips parting to release a breath. Your eyes slowly flutter open from your slumber as you feel the warmth of his body, the subtle shift of his weight, and the aching sensation between your thighs.

"What..." Your voice cracked as you turned to see him, only to let out a low groan at him thrusting a bit harder against you.

"Shh, it's just me," he whispered. The haze of your sleep lifted, and your gaze met him at the same time he leaned down, pressing his lips onto yours. 

He captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip as your hands pressed to his chest, feeling his flushed, hot body against your own. You let him devour you while his hips increased in speed, rolling against yours as whimpers began to spill from your lips. Your thighs instinctively tightened around him, curses spilling beneath a heavy breath as the bliss filled your body.

"Spence..." you whimpered. You were breathless, eyes screwed shut, legs now parting even further to give him better access. Throughout the time you were in a relationship with him, you never imagined being woken up like this, but you weren't complaining. Not when you could feel his cock stretching you so deliciously.

Spencer was often embarrassed when it came to dirty talk, but once he realized how much you relished those whispered, filthy words, it became a personal mission to keep you thoroughly satisfied. Knowing how much you loved hearing those filthy words became a secret thrill for him, which was why when he leaned closer to whisper in your ear, you became a whining mess.

“You're always so tight,” he began, his voice deep and raspy, right in your ear before he nipped at the lobe, sending a gasp spilling for your lips as you reached for him in an overwhelming burst of arousal. “Look at you taking me so well. It's like your pussy is made for me.”

A rush of burning heat filled your body, his words affecting you with heat spreading from between your thighs to reach even your toes and fingertips. He buried himself between your neck while thrusting inside of you with rising desperation, pushing himself further, his body rolling against yours.

“Faster,” you begged him in a breathless whimper, all before your teeth sank into your lip, brow wrinkling, moans filling in your chest. It only took him a second to comply. The thrusts of his hips created a loud smack as drove his cock deeper inside of you. You couldn’t help but cry out, overwhelmed by the pleasure, squeezing yourself so tight around him that he let out a grunt.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned in your ear, having the proximately to tell you the dirty, nasty things on his mind. His lips brushed over your neck as he increased his pace. “I love fucking you like this.”

“Please… don’t stop—” You gulped with a brief pause. “Feels so... so good.”

He shook his head against your shoulder.

"I'm not stopping," he continued to whisper in his gruff voice, earning goosebumps on your quivering body. “I love feeling you this close.” He pressed an open kiss on your skin. "I love making you desperate."

“Fuck,” you cried out, body weakening with his every word. The sounds of him pumping into your slick, wet arousal became louder the quicker he thrust into you. “I-I’m getting c-close."

You continued to warble out broken sentences, trying to form any coherent thoughts but all you felt was the searing pleasure that flowed through you. The lewd sounds continued to fill the room as your essence dribbled down your ass and onto the bed, staining the sheets. "I-I'm gonna—"

“Come for me,” he encouraged, lips pressing to your skin between words. “Go on, come on my cock.” The choice words sent a shiver down your spine as the heat bubbled between your thighs. 

“I'm coming,” you cried out, voice straining and struggling to speak from him leaving you so breathless. Your body tensed as the pleasure swelled through your body and his final confession toppled you right over the edge.

“I love this so much,” he groaned between you gasping as the first wave of pleasure surged through you, “I love you.”

You finally let go, toes curling in ecstasy as you arched your back, legs growing further apart. Your head spins from the warmth filling every inch of you as he fucked you through your orgasm. You gasped his name, overwhelmed with the bliss he offered, the emotions that drove you at his words. You wanted to say them back, but you couldn't even think properly as the wave of pleasure washed over you.

He continued to thrust, eyes closed, brow creased, lips parted, huffing and groaning and holding you tighter until he reached his own peak. The moment a heavy exhale left his lips, his hips slowed and his cock twitched, signaling the pleasure filling him as he released inside of you. You moaned at the sensation before he eased himself and collapsed on the bed, bringing you along with him as you settled on top of his body.

The two of you lingered in the aftermath of passion for a few seconds too long—breathless, hot, sweaty, and tired. When you lifted your head to look at him, you noticed the softness in his eyes, your heart fluttering at the sight. 

"Well, good morning to you, Dr. Reid," you teased.

He laughed, his hands absentmindedly stroking your back. There was a warmth in his gaze, filled with affection as you continued to stare at him. "Good morning, Mrs. Reid."

You couldn't help but smile at the endearment as you placed your head on his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a contented sigh, you let his warmth envelop you, singking further into the arms of your husband.

a/n: If you have a specific clip you want me to be inspired by, come and drop me a message. But please be specific so I would know which scene you're talking about.

#gifwriting #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction

[sobredunia]

I refuse anon back again.. I might reveal myself, but not now..

responding to the questions hidden in the tags of my last ask:

1: how i found out: i was browsing wii deleted you on ao3 and your story was literally on its first chapter. i’ve kept up since the beginning #og

2: final confrontation: oh my god i thought it was awesome. the way you portray mike is so interesting bc i never have seen anyone else portray him like that; i usually see people portray todd or henry like that so good job i love the creativity

3: part i liked most: i personally love the entirety of chapter 12 and like. any of the found family moments

4: easter egg: guessing you mean the title easter egg? i was rereading it a few months ago and i browsed the chapters right after reading chapter 13 and i was like. “Wait.”

1: YOOOO ULTIMATE OG

2: I'm so glad!! I think I've been one of the first people to portray Mike as like an actual evil guy (outside of Chris' concept art, he was the one who was supposed to kill Austin but then they changed it to Henry to make his hate for Eteled make sense. it was actually one of the main inspirations for the plot twist)

3: >:] found family fluff supremacy. the three Fs

4: YESSS FINALLY SOMEONE NOTICED. At first I named the first chapter after a song but then I thought. Hey. this could be a bit. I hoped for someone to realise the chapters were having a conversation, but for it to not be obvious enough that people will immediately realise something's up. The dialogue in the final confrontation was hell to write because mostly I just have plot points in my head I want to hit and then just write silly dialogue in between that sounds natural enough for the plot points to hit in a way that you'd find realistic, but in here I HAD to include very specific phrases without altering them because I didn't want for all the effort I spent planning the chapter titles to go to waste. I think I did a good job at it :D

#ask #anon #i refuse anon #the fic barely got any comments as I wrote it #and it still doesnt have that many now #i got pretty insecure with it because I didn't know if I wrote the more ''delicate'' scenes somewhat realistically #(like manipulative dialogue or trauma or nathan's reaction to henry's corpse) #I thought that mike's final scene would be so impactful I would get at least one comment screaming at me #or saying i got the manipulation and victim thoughts wrong #but there was silence #i dunno i just felt bad because maybe it was mid and boring #or i either foreshadowed too evidently or not enough to the point where it feels like bs #sorry for hashtag venting in here i just wanted to get my thoughts out somehow #please if someone's reading this please comment on fics #especially the ones with intricate stories #it means a lot #i refuse #ive said it before and I'll say it again as many times as i want #thank you so much for caring about my stories #and telling me your thoughts about them #you're officially my favourite anon now lol

[xoxoemynn]

For OFMD Tumblr friends who want a S3 and are scared of Twitter

First, no judgment from me. I very much get it. I resisted Twitter for a long time, and even though I'm now a bit more comfortable on it, it's still not my Fandom Home. There are a TON of valid reasons not to be on Twitter, but if you REALLY want to keep OFMD visible right now and help its chances of returning for a third season, Twitter is the best place to do it. Like it or not, Twitter is still the best social media platform for raising awareness and for instant news updates.

Tumblr posts don't make headlines. Topics that have been trending on Twitter do. And if we want this show to come back, we need to make OFMD impossible to ignore.

By now you've probably seen just how close we came to a S3, and if you're like me, you are RAGING and donning your battle jacket. But I get it can be intimidating to get on Twitter for the first time, so I thought I'd address some common anxieties I see. I'll put below a cut because this got a bit long, but I promise it's a quick read.

I don't know what to say! Where do I even start? That's okay! You don't have to create your own tweets (although it's great if you do). Amplifying other people's posts is also important. Go ahead and like/retweet/reply to other people's posts. This may also help you get an idea of what you may like to say in your own tweets.

Hashtags...yes? Yes! Although don't use too many or you may get flagged as a bot. The biggest one that seems to be emerging is #SaveOFMD. Other popular ones are #RenewAsACrew, #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath, and of course, #OFMD and #OurFlagMeansDeath.

Should I just be tagging all the streaming services? Per @renewasacrew, no. It's counterproductive. You'll want to tag one streamer at a time and be specific. Below is an example of a tweet I made the other day -- use specific reasons why that that particular streamer may benefit from picking up OFMD.

I'm scared. People are mean. Yeah, people are mean. But I will say the vibes over at OFMD Twitter are currently the best I've ever seen them. People seem to have united for the greater good and are being overwhelmingly positive and just trying to do whatever we can to save the show. (That said, again, I already had a pretty curated feed, and was very liberal with blocking users/terms I didn't want to see, but I've been able to spend so much more time in the For You tab than I ever have without being jump scared by something.)

But I don't know anyone there! Wouldn't I just be shouting into the void? Not if you use the hashtags! Fans are being really good about following those and engaging with the tweets. Plus, [Stede voice], I'm your friend. I'm xoxoemynn over there as well, I'll follow you back and engage with any of your posts that I see. Plus, what's been REALLY lovely to see is that SO many lurkers have come out of lurkerdom to support the efforts, and they are being welcomed with open arms, so you will not be alone. Again, I am telling you, vibes? Best I've ever seen them.

I can't get sucked into another social media platform, I don't have the time. The beauty here is you don't need to spend a lot of time. I've been on Twitter more in the past week than I have in the entire year I've had an account, and I'm still only on for maybe an hour total the entire day? I open the app, I check a couple accounts, I engage with a handful of posts, and I close the app. It takes all of five minutes. It's an extremely small lift that can have a very big impact.

My bet is on Zaslav expecting us to be upset, and that there may be a day or two of outrage, but then we'd move on. I'm sure right now he's trying to convince everyone that this is a fluke, and that it'll blow over soon. Don't let him win. Keep OFMD in the news. Be loud (but polite) and make Max and other streamers take note of what a passionate, loyal fan base this show has. Make their stocks continue to drop. Make it clear this is NOT just a fluke, it is NOT business as usual. It's a BIG fuck up with lasting consequences.

Twitter, for all its sins, is the best place to do this.

Now let's get our damned show back.

#ofmd #our flag means death #renew as a crew #truly BELIEVE ME I get wanting to stay away!! #and if after we get picked up again you want to delete your account please go ahead and do that! #but this is a really easy and tangible way to show Max/other streamers #just how beloved the show is and how it would benefit them to save it #I love tumblr but it's not going to give us the kind of impact we want #it's for fans - not for external folks/key decision makers #ANYWAY I am by NO MEANS a twitter expert but I'm getting better #and I've seen some people be nervous about getting on the platform so I thought I'd try to help <3

[leclvrc]

a couple (of besties) ♡ cl x reader

summary: you've been best friends since you were babies so naturally people ship you

requested? yes/no

yourusername added to their story

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liked by yourusername, pierregasly

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[goodluckclove]

I've been meaning to say something. (100 follower hot take)

Hey! Thanks for stopping by. I hope you've had a nice day. Why don't you rest with me for a while? I made some chocolate chip cookies - with shortening instead of butter, so they're very soft and very chocolatey. I made way too many and they aren't my wife's favorite, so I could use some help in eating them.

You're probably a writer, right? Or maybe you think about how you could be. Browse the tags here, or on other social media platforms. Maybe you used to write stories as a kid. I bet those were fun. Teachers might've thought they were impressive, or they dissected them line by line until the words didn't make sense in your head anymore. Either way, if you're here you're probably here for a reason.

(rant alert)

I dipped a toe in online writing communities on and off. My last attempt was forty-five minutes scrolling through the writing hashtag on Youtube Shorts (so TikTok, I guess? I don't know). I didn't like it. I really didn't. The thing that sticks out the strongest in my mind is one particular video where a woman claims that every story needs a second act plot twist.

Huh? Every story? All of them? Why? Since when? Who are you? What qualifications do you have to make a statement like that?

That's the common thread that makes a lot of writing spaces very uncomfortable for me. Successful writers are really only successful in their genre and for the given moment, so they don't have that much objective authority in the craft. And yet I see a lot of people deciding the things that you can't do in writing. Or the things you have to do, and how you have to do them. It was so much of Writeblr at first glance that I almost dipped out once again. I didn't, though, and I'm glad I didn't because now I get to watch some of the next great storytellers from across the world grow and examine and forge their way forward.

No one can teach you how to write. No, that's not true. Teachers teach literacy. Handwriting. Typing maybe - do schools still teach typing? Let me try saying it in a different way - no one, not one single person on this goddamned planet, has the right to tell you how to make a story.

I was supposed to get my MFA in creative writing before my first breakdown. My uncle stayed in the program I was meant to be in, and a few years after I dropped out he graduated. Recently I had the thought to look up his thesis novella, and as I searched I found myself regretting my decision to leave school. If I stayed and got to develop my writing in an actual class, with other writers and a knowledgeable professor, how much further along would I be than where I am right now?

It was bad. His novella was terrible. It was so bad I had a small existential crisis for, like, three days. He spent so much money on years and years of professional education and came out with a truly soulless story that read as if you prompted an AI to write the next Great American Novel. So if you think you need a writing degree to be a legitimate author, it could help connections-wise, but it ultimately won't be the thing that does the work for you.

Not all advice I see online on writing is bad. I find the people who are able to capture the "I" statements of therapy and phrase advice as things that have worked for them, or things that they personally enjoy, to be fine. Some writing advice can spark inspiration.

But if someone is the type of person to boil every story down to troupes and cliches, and then immediately say that every story that uses the trait they don't like is automatically bad for everyone? I'm dropping the kindness for a second - that's trash. That's a trash take and I see far too many writers use it as a reason to stop before they begin.

I don't like whump. I say my reasons in previous posts if you go back through my blog. But you will never hear me say that any story with whump in it is bad, because I don't know that. You might prove me wrong. I am an adult human being and I have the humility to admit that I can like something I didn't expect to. I genuinely enjoy the direction of The Human Centipede (only the first one) and if you cringed just now that probably means you haven't seen it.

There are so many types of books and movies and plays and comics out there. To enjoy a specific genre is fine, to ignore the existence of everything else is a really, really, really odd thing to do. Maybe someone will hate your story because they think everything should be Neil Gaiman, and therefore have no way to understand your epistolary high-Western. You are not the wrong end of that situation just for existing.

And at there is a definite threshold on how many writing tips you can gather before they stop being useful. If you find them interesting, that's one thing. That's fine. But if the culture of creativity online has made you feel like you need to educate yourself on every possible angle before you can write a story, you are actively harming yourself.

Imagine taking the level of structure you put on yourself in that way and putting it on children playing pretend in the backyard. Oh, Susie, don't you know that it's overdone for your Kitsune have dead parents? Xyler, shouldn't you ask someone else before you decide how Spiderman would react to this? It would make no sense and they do not need it. Kids will make a whole world out of nothing and it's the most fucked thing in my heart that at some point they get access to Reddit and dipshits start insisting that's wrong.

They aren't wrong and you aren't either. Your favorite creative influencer can't tell you your story, strangers on the internet can't tell you your story, your teachers and loved ones can't tell you your story. They can influence it, but they can't write it honestly the way you can.

You do that. That's the thing you do.

Man that makes me upset. I can't tell you how to make a story, either. If anyone sends me asks for writing advice the most I'll do is say what I've done before hopping into your DMs and starting a direct conversation. it's so personal to each individual artist, and I'd like to think that the people selling these classes and software and promoting these platforms haven't thought about that before. Otherwise it does feel manipulative. If you have a willingness to practice and imagine and really experiment with the possibilities, you are ready to write your story.

And if it doesn't work? Try again. That's what you do.

Stephen King has written roughly a thousand books and maybe five of them have decent endings. He is unimaginably successful.

I'm rambling now. I think I got that out of my system. I was really worried to say this out of fear of being too weird or somehow reverse-gatekeeping so hard that it circles back into also being a bad thing. I've just spoken to a lot of people who I still think of throughout my day, and I truly ache for them to get past the fear of creation. Because it's worth it. It's worth it and it's fun, even when it's messy and you're tired.

Let it Be just came on. Beatles. I haven't listened to The Beatles in a long time. Feels a little apropos.

I love you, reader. Reader, Writer, Colleague. Take care of yourself. Especially the little you, still sitting there in the backyard of your soul, bathing in the sun with their bare feet in the damp earth.

Consider joining them, maybe.

#writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #queer writers #authors of tumblr #on writing #writing #actually writing #writing resources #writing tips #writing help #writing advice #how to write #writing tips and tricks #writers supporting writers

[blanketforcas]

everyone's problematic!! yes, even that one, yes even you. that's life etc. i could've probably made this and include every actor from spn but i want this to actually be useful to people, so i made my own (i guess slightly biased cause that can't be avoided) decisions in that. i tried to make it as lighthearted as i could but unfortunately some actors have really made a mess of things so read with caution if you're easily triggered

again, i trust you to draw your own conclusions and do your own additional research. that also applies to actors i didn't include here. i'm not gonna tell you where to draw the line and who you should or shouldn't support. a lot of newbies get lost sometimes and this is for them

receipts under the cut

mark p

twitter thread

DHJ

jared:

chad

sam ferris

ty

Osric Chau

this twitter thread

check the #osricchauisoverparty hashtag on twitter

Christian Kane

twitter thread/article

JDM

TAW

#spn #i'm so gonna regret this aren't i

[cityzenshark]

Terran Mirage with Malto Terrans -- Jawbreaker

1 - Hashtag | 2 - Twitch | 3 - Jawbreaker | 4 - Nightshade | 5 - Thrash

(disclaimer: this is a fanfic, don't take it seriously with the canon)

[A.N: the full story is now fixed! Enjoy reading!]

Mom said hugs heal all hurts yet told Jawbreaker not to give Mirage a hug unless he asks, which didn't look like it'll happen anytime soon. So how can Jawbreaker help make the Diaz Terran get comfortable with the Maltos?

“Let him help you find an alt mode,” Hashtag suggested, “with the power of cinema!” she gestured at the video camera JB was holding.

The next thing Jawbreaker knew he was holding Dad’s tablet reading interview questions prepared by Hashtag while Mirage sat next to him, confused out of his mind.

Even though the whole take went awkwardly, Mirage shared that he simply wanted his alt mode to look pretty and that he did not think much of its function. Having a pretty alt mode sounds nice, thought JB, but he did not want it to be just pretty. He wanted his alt mode to be… He has no idea.

So Hashtag brought him and Mirage to see Megatron and Elita-One.

Though still feeling lost, JB took Elita’s advice to spark that his alt mode didn’t need to be a vehicle. He also noticed that she kept staring strangely at Mirage to which he asked her about it. The Autobot answered it was nothing.

After Nightshade chose an owl alt mode, it clicked to Jawbreaker that he could choose to have a beast form. However, every large animal photo he went through did not resonate his spark still. While his siblings stop pushing him to keep searching, Mirage kept suggesting whatever large animal that seemed most suitable for JB. He appreciated it a lot but his indulgence ran out of enthusiasm eventually.

On one late night Jawbreaker went to the cow paddock alone, his mind empty whilst his spark continued to long for an alt mode he has yet to have. He thought he’d be alone with the cows. To his surprise, Mirage was there as well, staring longingly at the night sky.

“What are you doing?” asked JB.

“Night sky-watching.” Mirage answered.

“You mean stargazing?” Twitch and Thrash said they’ve done it many times before knowing how to sleep.

“No. I’m looking at everything in the sky. The moon, the clouds and the stars, too.”

It made sense. “Can I join?”

Mirage appeared hesitant. “I don’t want to talk right now…”

“It’s okay. We can night sky-watching together.” Jawbreaker heard from Dad that if someone didn’t want to talk didn’t always mean they were refusing company. Maybe Mirage needed one now.

It turned out he did. He thanked the bulky Malto and two watched the night sky for hours on end.

They did it again on the following night after Bumblebee’s ruined race (after Twitch hurt Mirage). And again to calm down after the not-so-peaceful lesson at the Spacebridge Memorial. And for the last time when Mom and JB’s sisters brought him back after the terrifying incident in the city, this time with Hashtag and Nightshade accompanying them both.

Jawbreaker couldn’t understand why Thrash did not like Mirage Diaz. The ‘envy’ in their link hurt. His triplets agreed. Hashtag was very upset at Thrash whereas Nightshade advised her and JB to not be harsh on their big brother even though Nightshade was upset at him, too.

On the day when Mirage was about to leave with his family for New York, Jawbreaker promised to inform him whenever he finally gets an alt mode. When they meet again weeks later, the now orange and spiky JB ran to him in excitement and transformed.

“My favorite dinosaur!” Mirage hugged stygi Jawbreaker by the neck and squealed in pure delight. Jawbreaker curled tighter to the embrace, feeling happy himself.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark #terran mirage #tf malto #tf mirage #tfes #rotb mirage #rise of the beasts #tf rotb #tf jawbreaker #jawbreaker malto #tf fanfic #tf fanart #macaddam #fixed it

[ingravinoveritas]

Firstly i dont think she adjusted since moving to the UK what do u think?

And secondly this post feels that its all about her again like and the character is based on her in real life but the project was longed talk about in 2017 as michael said on the Graham norton show to which michael was with Sarah at that point. It's again trying to be the centre of attention again and stay irrelevant just cos she not getting it from michael

What ur thoughts on this recent of post of Al

So, apologies that it took me all week to answer this--I feel like the entirety of the month of February has just caught up with me, which essentially feels like a lot of tiredness hitting all at once.

I did see this on Monday, however, and I just...am again at something of a loss. I got a bit down on myself over my response to her Insta story from the first preview of Nye and thinking I was overreacting/reading too much into things...and then this happens.

The first thing I would say is that I agree with you that AL is making it all about her again. The post itself comes across as PR, which it likely was because Georgia also shared the same clip that day--albeit with a caption that was actually about Michael/centered on the show. And the contrast becomes even more stark when you look at this post from Caroline Sheen. Caroline is Michael's cousin and she had a small role in The Way, and her post is much more personal and essentially what you would expect from someone who is close to someone in the production. Which subsequently makes AL's post look even more like PR in comparison.

But I think what irritates me the most about Anna's post is that it's yet another instance of her making a dig at Wales. Talking of patterns as I tend to do, she did this previously in September of last year (the #FromManhattantoTonypandy hashtag), and in both of these cases it's her reminding everyone of where she lived before, and likely where she still wishes she lived. In thinking of your initial question, AL may have adjusted to Wales in some ways, but it's clearly not where she belongs or thinks she belongs. I've written previously on my blog about her likely thinking she would be living the celebrity life in New York or London, and Wales was almost certainly a place she didn't even know existed until Michael. So this entire post feels like it's tinged with passive-aggressive resentment as a result.

Let me be clear: In no way do I think that moving to a new country is an easy thing, and it is more than understandable that someone might not love every single thing about the place in which they live, especially if they are an outsider coming from a completely different culture. But the thing is, The Way is literally about Wales. It is entirely focused on Welsh identity and history, and it is a project into which Michael has poured a tremendous amount of his passion and energy and time, which speaks to what you mentioned about him talking about this since 2017.

Why, then, would you make such a snarky comment on a post promoting a show so centered on Wales? That your own partner directed, no less? At best, it comes across as thoughtless and self-centered, and at worst, as deliberately disrespectful.

I can also fully understand why Michael put out a tweet of his own promoting the second episode less than an hour after Anna posted that story. If we are to say that Georgia is a good representative for David on social media--which she arguably is, most of the time--then Anna, by contrast, is the worst possible representative for Michael. And a post like the one above only further highlights how mismatched and wrong for each other they truly are. I also think it's pained him to refrain from tweeting for this long, and now he finally has a reason to start again, for which both we and Michael can be thankful.

So yes, those are my thoughts on AL's story from earlier this week. Glad to hear from my followers as well about your reactions to this. Thank you for writing in! x

#angel19924 #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #the way #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but what's the old saying: when someone shows you who they are believe them the first time #choices #not all of them good #also does she really expect us to believe there is no coffee anywhere in Wales #and why would you use a PR post to complain about your life #i can't #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #anna lundberg #discourse

[feelbokkie]

Emergency Bokkie's Room #2

(Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again)

I want to start off by saying that I'm not mad. At least not right now. I was at first, but I'm just tired at this point and something should be said.

You might have noticed that I haven't been as active content writing wise lately and that I've stopped tagging my mutuals in the hashtag section of my posts and there are reasons for that.

fair warning, there will be swearing below

there will also probably be spelling and grammar mistakes bc I don't care

I am getting tired. I'm not burnt out. God, I wish I was because i have so many ideas running through my head at all times that it's exhausting.

I'm straight up, no longer having a good time on this account and that's because of somethings that have been happening behind the scenes. I wasn't going to talk about it but at the end of the day, I should address them, even if it's only once.

In no particular order:

First, if you're going to harass my mutuals. Don't. I stopped tagging my mutuals via hashtags, I deleted my mutuals list, and I am painstakingly going through the old hashtags and deleting them. They're my friendships. Who I interact with, how I interact with them, and when I interact with them is between me and that individual.

If you want to be friends with me, talk to me. Ask anyone, I'm pretty pleasant to talk to when I'm not going through it.

But also, remember that I'm an adult and I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me. If you're concerned about who I surround myself with, take that up with me directly, or trust that can handle things on my own. Because, at the end of the day, I can. If you're mad that I'm friends with them and not you, maybe try having a conversation with me first before you go attacking people. Just a a help suggestion.

Second,

i know i'm annoying at times. i'm the youngest child, it's in my blood. if you are getting annoyed by my rambles, simply just block them. I tag all my rumbles and I even made a helpful guide on how to do so right here and i even have a list of commonly used tags that i have on this account too that you can also block

Finally, I shouldn't have to say this because it should be very obvious but shit like this is never okay:

First of all, if you're going to be blatantly racist to anyone, unkindly get the fuck off my page. My fics are not for you. I don't have the time or patience to deal with you or your ignorant ass. If I see you being disrespectful towards anyone in my asks, comments, etc. it's an automatic block on all my accounts, I don't give a single fuck.

Secondly, I'm delusional, yes, but I'm also just having fun. I'm not actually trying to date anyone in skz or any other idol for that matter. It's called a joke, I don't know if anyone's explained the concept to you, but it's not to be taken seriously. Just like my page isn't. Me joking about me dating Seungmin and how "that man owns me atp" isn't serious and it wasn't serious enough for you to call me the n-word with the hard -er. Which, congratulations btw, you are the second person ever to call me that to my face (the first being my dad and he is the devil reincarnate so, what does that make you?).

I shouldn't have to sit here and lecture anyone on basic human decency and common sense but here we are. We are very rapidly approaching a future where I'm just not on tumblr at all anymore which sucks for a multitude of reasons and I'm just trying to have fun like everyone else.

Okay, that's all. For those of you who read through the end and didn't need to be scolded, sorry about that. Please take this big hug as an apology

#emergency feelbokkies room

[brawltogethernow]

I actually misremembered who made the suggestion; this is @heyyoufriendthere (orange⬇️)'s fault. Plaintext with annotations below the cut.

This is the very picture of an intellectual rights fracas Comics will warp to be like films as fast as you can say "huzzah" But when a megamonopoly swallows up the competition It yanks our blorbos back and forth in an ugly retcon perdition When only Fox can make a movie about the Fantastic Four, The Disney-owned comic office will shove the Four right out the door Until the Disney studio absorbs those rights and then you'll find The comics are suddenly awful sorry they left them behind(1) Then in the instant comic fans begin to cheer an awful lot The news comes in from Bleeding Cool(2) the writer is that fucker Slott(3)

Oh yes when comics warp to be like films and leave you quite agaw This is the very picture of an intellectual rights fracas

When Disney didn't have the rights to film the X-Men and their friends The Inhumans were their idea to have that same magic again But absolutely nobody could give a damn about their deal There was a gas or something uh, the Moon? Nobody cares get real EXCEPT for Ms. Marvel, the only Inhuman breakout success They want her all over the screen at excited public behest Oh yes when comics warp to be like films and leave you quite agaw This is the very picture of an intellectual rights fracas For years the MCU was not allowed to say the word "mutant" They twisted themselves into pretzels out to recoup every cent The silver screen had two Quicksilvers purely for dumb spite reasons With roots in even dumber masturbatorial rights reasons(4) Wanda and Pietro had their sixth or seventh origin retcon(5) To fit the "No More Mutants!"(6) edict corporate decided upon Then Disney bought the M word back for 73 billion bucks (A number that should make you want to strangle all these greedy fucks)

Oh yes when comics warp to be like films and leave you quite agaw This is the very picture of an intellectual rights fracas

Now suddenly it's mutant city all over the comic line They let the X-Men start a sex cult; also they can never die With no need for Inhumans they admitted that they're pretty cringe And nobody will ever give their lore a proper reading binge The MCU made Kamala a mutant like immediately Faster than you can say "bad adaptation" or "brand synergy" In short order the comics gave her the murderization hook In such a hurry it wasn't even in her own fucking book(7) Now big surprise she's coming back on the fucking sex cult island They gave it less than one whole month before they played their fucking hand So Kamala's a mutant now(8) and got a shitty mourning book(9) Which when she's coming back NEXT MONTH you might call a pretty bad look

IT'S TRUE WHEN COMICS WARP TO BE LIKE FILMS AND LEAVE YOU JUST AGAW THAT IS THE VERY PICTURE OF AN INTELLECTUAL RIGHTS FRACAS

~ (1) "At the time, we were told that the Fox-licensed X-Men books weren't to be cancelled as they made too much money for the publisher, but the FF as a middling sales solo title could be missed without hurting the bottom line."

From 2014, when Fox was preparing its 2015 release of Fant4stic, until Disney's film branch recovered the rights by absorbing Fox, the FF were conspicuously absent from comics. The Fantastic Four book was discontinued for the first time since 1962 (for most of those decades they'd supported multiple titles at once) along with all associated merch tchotchkes. By 2017 there was a Twitter hashtag, #WhereAreTheFantasticFour. If you want to hear some people be driven slowly insane by this, Stormcast had a segment called Stormwatch where they analyzed any Johnny Storm appearances in a given month. We're talking deep analyses of single panels.

(2) I know I just linked them, but part of the joke is Bleeding Cool's weird place in the geek news ecosystem. They report everything first, so for the first week you know something you can't strictly confirm it's actually true.

(3) I don't have time to enumerate Slott's crimes but we hate him. Source: Dude trust me👍

(4) How A B-List Hero Became Hot Hollywood Property Fox could adapt him because they had the rights to all mutants, and Disney could because they had the rights to all Avengers. Some characters are both because the comics didn't use to care about this. This is the entire reason the MCU introduced a Pietro Maximoff and then killed him off. Like seriously who kills off one twin. No that was not based on any comic story.

(5) They're not currently Magneto's kids in the main comic line. Everyone hates this.

(6) This is a cheap reference to the comic storyline "House of M".

(7) They killed her off in Amazing Spider-Man (2022) #26 and none of her supporting cast was there.

(8) Kamala Khan to Return in “Ms. Marvel: The New Mutant”

(9) Look at this thing:

WHO are those anonymously multiracial teens and what are they so goddamn happy about?

~

Bonus

#marvel #is this #filk #ms. marvel #kamala khan #franchising in a world that hates and fears them #xmen #essays #fantastic four #f4

[cherryc1nnam0n]

I can change him... | Fuckboy!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: You meet Eddie at a party and make the biggest mistake of getting with him, making you fall in love, but you soon realize he's a fuck boy who can't be stopped, you will yourself to change him, but can you?

Cw: Lots of sex, hard smut, Eddie is a fuck boy who fucks anyone and anything, bisexual Eddie, bisexual reader, unprotected sex, lots of antics, hard angst, won't spoil ending sorry!

I explored the fboy!Eddie hashtag and have been inspired to write this, thanks to @newlips for this inspo! The idea is from them, I'm just making a fic out of it! Enjoy!

The music was loud, hot bodies surrounding you as you cradled a red cup against your chest, bored since your friends were getting fucked and nowhere to be seen, you wanted to leave so you took a last swig at your drink and made your way out, but your eyes drifted to the couch, where he was sitting, man spread and with a joint in his mouth, looking straight at you, those eyes drinking in your body, he was wearing a black shirt, band logo on it you don't remember which, ripped black jeans and combat boots, he looked hot and he knew it, like magic, you made your way towards him

"Hey pretty" oh gosh his voice, it was intoxicating in a good way

"Hey" you said

"You look bored, where are your friends?" He said blowing smoke out his mouth

"Ugh, I don't know, they're getting fucked somewhere" you said with a roll of your eyes

"Hmmm, and you? Haven't gotten any?" He smirked at you

You blushed "No, didn't plan on it"

"Oh really? With that mini skirt? You're fooling no one" he said cockily, he had read you like a book, you did intend on getting some dick but had gotten any

Maybe people weren't fond of your body, but Eddie was, he was hooked as soon as he saw you

And he intended in ruining you tonight

"Want some company?" He spoke again

"I was going to leave actually" you said clutching your purse

"Awe come on princess, stay here, just a bit" he said patting the spot next to him

You have in, it wouldn't hurt right? He was just sitting here, alone, you couldn't leave him like this

That was your first mistake...

~•~

"Mmmmm yes! Harder please" you moaned as Eddie pounded into you from behind

An hour after talking with him, your panties had been soaked through at his innuendos and touches, he started to finger you at the couch, kissing you sloppily and dragging you to a room, where you guys were right now

"Fuck baby, so so tight holy shit" he moaned, thighs slapping against your plush ass as he kept pounding you like a wild animal

"Eddie- fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned desperately, wanting to fucking cum around him

"Do it baby, cum all over my cock" He said holding your throat, his other hand resting at his side

His cock was big, curved perfectly so it would hit your sweet spot everytime he moved, his balls were heavy and slapped against your clit with his every thrust, he had just taken off his shirt, pants halfway off of him, showing his perfect ass, you had your shirt up to your chest, boobs spilling out while your panties were in his back pocked, skirt bunched up by your hips

"Fuck fuck!" You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, harder than ever "Fuuuuck!"

"Oh fuck yes baby, right there" he moaned while your pussy milked him dry, his balls drew up, spilling all his cum into you "Shit baby, hope you're on the pill" he said still cumming

You were so blissed out, so cock drunk you didn't notice him leaving, you stayed there, catching your breath, when you were back in your senses you noticed he was long gone

"Eddie?" You asked to the air "Damn it..."

~•~

Days went bu that you didn't hear from Eddie, not a call, nothing, he was just gone

He had fucked you and left, that's what he does apparently...

Another party came, and there he was, you smiled when you spotted him, same position as when you saw him for the first time, when he stole your heart, you were approaching him when another girl sat on his lap, grinding on him, you gasped when he pulled her up to a room

You stayed down, waiting, then followed the path they had taken, upstairs, moans and slapping noises filled the air, from people fucking and also Eddie and the random girl, you found them in the same room he had fucked you, the girl riding him while he sucked on her perfect tits

"Fuck baby, just like that, don't stop" he moaned, eyes rolled back

The girl was having her way with him, using his cock as a dildo almost, you heard them cum and soon the girl came out, fixing her hair

"Oh hi, you can go in if you want" she said smiling at you

You walked in, he was smoking a blunt, dick soft and out of his pants "Oh hey"

"What the fuck was that?!" You yelled, he didn't even flinch "I thought you said you wanted me"

"Yeah, I say that to everyone" he said unbothered

You scoffed "You are a piece of shit Eddie!" You yelled and stormed off, he felt kind of bad, so he fixed himself and went after you

"Baby, baby! Y/n!" He said following you out the crowds of people

Once out he finally caught up to you "Listen to me-"

You turned and slapped him on the face "Don't you ever call me that again! I let you fuck me without knowing you fuck anyone! Fuck you Eddie! Fuck, you!"

With that, you left him there, your heart ached, you loved him, but you hadn't meant anything to him, just a pussy to fuck and leave afterwards, so pathetic...

~•~

You continued to go to parties, seeing Eddie flirting with everyone, pulling guys and girls to rooms, so you decided to do the same

You were making out with a hot girl at a couch, she was so pretty and she wanted you, so you took her up to a room

Soon you were scissoring each other, loud moans and kisses from both of you, the door opened and there was Eddie, holding a girl's hand, you made eye contact with him as you came all over the girl, he scoffed and left

"Same time next week baby?" The girl asked

You nodded "Sure, why not"

You kissed her again and she left, soon someone entered the room, Eddie

"What do you want?" You said not looking at him as you put on your shoes

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"The same as you" you stood up "Fucking people and leaving, feels good now that I try it" you said unbothered

"You can't do that"

"Oh but you can" you retorted "Leave me alone"

You tried to leave but he grabbed your wrist "Stop it"

"You don't tell me what to do! You did the same with me, you fucked me, took my heart with you and left, why is it so bad I'm doing the same?"

He was out of words, he didn't know you had fallen on love with him...

"What?" Was all he could say

You rolled your eyes "Just leave me alone Eddie" you left, leaving him with his heart pounding in his ears

He fucked up...

~•~

At another party, Eddie didn't make a move with anyone, he watched you as you took a guy up a room, he looked like a rip off version of him, so he was mad, taking it personal...

When he made it upstairs, you were getting fucked by him doggy style and damn was he good at it

"Oh fuck yes! Yes Eddie!" You moaned, the guy stopped abruptly

"What the fuck?"

"Shit I'm so sorry I-"

"Yeah fuck that"

The guy left, you wanted to cry and scream, you had moaned Eddie's name

Someone came behind you, caressing your sides lovingly

"You can't seem to get about me baby..."

"I could never, but I hate you..."

"I know, let me fix it..."

You finally gave in, you loved him... You couldn't forget about him as hard as you tried...

"Okay... I'll let you"

"Good... Thank you" he said

That night, he made love to you, so so good that it made you fall in love with him again

"I promise I'll stay with you, only you... You took my heart too..." He kissed your face lovingly

You smiled, kissing his lips softly

At the end, you could change him...

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Addiction

Part Six: Only A Pawn In Your Game

Series Masterlist

Warnings: violence, mentions of injury (blood), language, mentions of pregnancy, verbal arguments, drinking and drunkenness

A/N: Thanks for sticking around with me this long!

Jack blinked his eyes open as feel felt the warmth from the sun peering through the window on his face. He took a deep breath, one after another, his hand on his chest as he felt it rise and fall each time.

A shift in the soft sheets let him know he was in bed, and for the first time in forever he felt a sense of clarity, his limbs weightless, like he was disconnected from his body, and it was the best he had felt in a long time. He welcomed the feeling of your warm hand against his bare stomach as your fingers inched across his skin, a soft smile forming on his face as he turned to look at you. "Good Morning, handsome."

"Are you real?" Jack studied your face, committing each inch of you to memory, not knowing when he'd see you again. You giggled at his question, moving closer to him, your hand resting on his chest. "I'm whatever you need me to be, baby."

Jack cupped the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You felt real to him; he could feel your body heat radiating against his hands, your face a healthy flush, your scent flooding his nostrils. "I'm sorry", his voice cracked as he spoke, "I never meant to hurt you. You don't know what Claire is capable. Hell, I didn't know what she was capable of. I'm drowning, and I don't know what to do anymore."

He was frantic, his heart threatening to beat out of chest, and there you were, calm as ever, a beacon of peace for him. Your lips barely touched as you kissed him, and when you tried to pull away, he wouldn't let you, holding you as close as possible, Jack moving to rest his forehead against yours.

"Jack", your voice was so sweet in his ears. "I don't know how to fix this. Tell me how to fix this." The desperation in his voice was purposeful; he needed you to know how sorry he was.

"You told me that you didn't want to do this alone, baby, and you don't have to." You let out a soft hum to soothe him, but it provided him with no relief. "No, I'm not dragging you into this mess again. I love you too much for that." Declaring your love for someone was supposed to be the greatest feeling in the world, and yet, for Jack, it felt like a last ditch attempt at trying to hold everything together.

"Tell me that. That's all I've ever wanted, for you to love me back."

The sound of Jack's alarm rung in his ears, startling him awake. He looked to the left of him, and for a split second, he was actually hopeful that you'd be there, and he might have escaped this living nightmare, but there was no sun streaming through the blinds, no deep breaths could be taken when he felt like his chest was caving in from anxiety. The only thing waiting for him when he woke up were the consequences of his own actions, and they hung like skeletons in a closet.

****

"Are you ready for this?" Claire watched Jack from the makeup chair as he straightened his tie, adjusting his cufflinks nervously. "If by ready, you mean lie to millions of people on national television, then yes, I am ready." He hoped his darting glance at her conveyed all of the hatred he was harboring for his fake girlfriend.

Fake fiancé, officially, as of last week.

Claire's team had arranged an appearance for the "happy couple" on Good Morning America after the announcement of their engagement hit the news cycle. "Everyone is eating this up." Claire let out a curt laugh as she fixed her lipstick in the mirror. "#Jaire was even trending on twitter yesterday."

Jack was tightlipped, rolling his shoulders back as he tried to shake off the fact that he had been reduced to a social media hashtag in the eyes of the public. Claire scoffed, easily reading Jack's dismay. "Will you please relax? Aren't you having fun? I'm having a blast." She adjusted her top before standing and walking over to where Jack stood. Any attempt to make physical contact with him was instantly rejected as he walked away. "We really need to sell it, Jackman. Touch me like you would someone you love. Touch me like you would touch her."

Rage flashed over Jack's face, his eyes darkening, as he roughly grabbed at Claire's wrist, pushing her up against the wall. "Don't you fuckin' ever talk about her again", he threatened, his voice a low growl. A grin slipped on Claire's face, her eyes lighting up. "There's that passion." She nipped in his direction, making Jack jerk back and drop her arm. "If I knew that's all it would have taken, I would have threatened to blackmail your mistress months ago. We're on in five." She sauntered out of the room knowing she'd won that round.

"Fuck!" Jack's fist connected with the wall so quickly, he hardly had time to react, drywall crumbling around his hand. He sucked in his teeth at the pain as he tried to flex his fingers, his knuckles busted open from the contact. The adrenaline quickly wore off and he immediately regretted his actions, knowing there was no way to hide this from anyone. He bit at his bottom lip to stifle his cries as he took the hand towel from the bathroom and ice from the craft table and tightly wrapped it around his hand. He had just concealed his injury when a PA peeked their head in the door.

"Mr. Harlow, they're ready for you."

****

After you returned from Louisville, you couldn't find it in you to return to the apartment Jack had bought you. There were too many memories, all of them too painful to constantly relive in your mind, so you were staying at Sierra's apartment. You had kept her completely in the dark about your relationship with Jack, but you were sure she had put two and two together over the last couple of months that you were seeing someone, she just didn't know who.

Much to your surprise, she didn't pry into your personal life. She didn't need to. Eventually you would tell her everything, it was only a matter of time. Your friendship spanned decades and she knew everything about you, every embarrassing and dirty detail. You needed time; you just weren't sure how much.

Each passing day you just felt yourself getting worse instead of better. You didn't even recognize yourself, a shell of your former self, your features sunken and lifeless, left devastated by the way things ended with Jack. You were so sure at the time that he loved you as much as you did him, but for him to not only reject you but to say that you were delusional, was a metaphorical stab to the heart that left physical wounds.

Now, you weren't sure of anything anymore.

You gripped the sides of the sink as you studied your face in the bathroom mirror. You turned the cold water knob, listening to the water run. Not in all of your relationships had you spent so much time wallowing in self-pity. You splashed water on your face, gasping as you felt the ice cold water hit your skin. It was like Jack had this hold on you, and you longed for him, like some lovesick puppy to an neglectful owner. You thought if you tried harder, submitted to his every demand, you could love each other enough for the both of you.

He was right though, you were delusional. Your phone now lived in your hand, waiting for a call from Jack that would never come. He wasn't going to come crawling back to you. You were disposable, constantly reminded of how little you meant to the bigger picture, a toy that Jack tossed to the side when he got bored and wanted a newer and shinier one.

"Y/N, you have to see this!" Your head shot up to the sound of Sierra's voice from the living room. You rushed to the couch, Sierra planted in front of the TV as she sipped on her morning coffee. Your stomach turned when you saw Jack on the screen, sitting uncomfortably close to Claire as they were interviewed in front of the camera. "Isn't that the guy from that party? Josh Harbor or something?" You ignored Sierra as you snatched the remote from her hand, turning up the volume.

"Jack and Claire, congratulations on your engagement. I know that I, as well as everyone else was waiting with bated breath for Jack to pop the question." Jack smiled at the interviewer, moving his hand to his lap gingerly, pain radiating through his fingers. "Jack, tell us all about it. How did you plan it? How did you pick out the ring?"

Jack tried his best to swallow with a dry throat. "Well...", he croaked out, scratching at his jawline. Claire intercepted, grabbing Jack's injured hand when she realized he was dropping the ball. "You know Jane, that's one of the reasons I fell in love with Jack, he's not a man of many words." She paused as the studio audience laughed on command, Jack wincing as she gripped his hand harder. "We want to keep that private moment to ourselves, but I can assure you it was very romantic and unexpected."

"Wow, I thought for sure the two of you were going to have a thing after that night." Your head snapped toward Sierra whose eyes were still focused on the TV. "The two of you had some amazing chemistry." She looked at you when she noticed your shifty eyes. "Something wrong?" You wrung your hands nervously as you thought about telling her everything. You knew why you were hesitant; what kind of self-respecting person becomes a mistress, a home wrecker in a relationship? You wouldn't be able to blame her for judging you. "No." You cracked a weak smile. "Everything's fine."

Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to pull his hand away from Claire, but she had him caught in her lap. He could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck as he pulled at his tie that was constricting his airway.

"Is there a date for the wedding?" Jane glanced down at her cards before looking back at the couple. "Well, we really weren't going to say anything, but", Claire smiled at Jack, but in an eerie way that made him uncomfortable. "we're hoping to get married very soon, because I'm actually pregnant!" Claire moved to address the crowd. "We just found out and we're very excited."

You felt like you were going to be sick. The walls started to close in on you as you struggled to breathe, your vision tunneling as if you were going to pass out. "Hey, are you okay?" Sierra grabbed at your forearm when she noticed you faltering. "What's going on? Does it have something to do with the interview?"

It was now or never. You had to tell Sierra what was going on, keeping it inside was slowly killing you. You'd deal with the repercussions later.

"S, I have to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

****

“You are sick and twisted!” Jack was pacing the green room, his anger bubbling over as he yelled at Claire, who was settled in a chair in the corner, barely listening as she admired her perfect manicure. “You have crossed a line, Claire! There is no going back from this.” He stopped in his tracks at the sound of Claire’s irritating laugh. “So, this was the final straw for you? Not the lying to everyone for months? A pregnancy is where you draw the line?” Claire stood, using her hands to straighten out the wrinkles in her skirt. “Color me surprised.”

“There is no way that you could be pregnant. What are you gonna do nine months from now? People will expect for there to be an actual baby.” Jack pulled at the curls at the top of his head in frustration. How the fuck did he end up here? “We have to stop this, this has gotten out of control.”

“Stop what? Stop your music career? Because that’s what’s going to happen if we stop this relationship. My father is going to end you, just because I asked him to. Besides, these pregnancy things have a way of taking care of themselves.” Jack knew what she meant, and he hated himself for it. He sunk into the opposing chair, his head hanging in his hands, the pain from his punch a distant memory.

“Fine”, Jack uttered in a defeated tone. Claire’s breath hitched in her chest. “What are you talking about?” She turned on her heels to face Jack, who was still staring at the ground. He raked his hands over his face before looking up at her. “Fine. My music career is over. If your father wants to release me from Atlantic Records, let him do it. I’m done.” Jack had been clinging onto the last thing he had left, but if this was what he had to do to retain his music career, it wasn’t worth it.

Claire tried to conceal the panic in her voice. “That’s not how this works. We don’t stop until I get what I want.”

Jack yanked at the tie around his neck, loosening it enough so he could breathe freely. “I’m sure you can come up with some headline that will slander me and make you out to be some kind of hero.” He shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it to the side, moving to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt. For once, he was holding a tiny bit of power in this relationship. He was losing everything if he decided to walk away, but for the first time, he felt like his head was above water. He felt weak at the knees with every step as he began to leave, feeling Claire’s gaze at his back. Finally, he had gotten her to shut the fuck up.

Well, almost.

Never underestimate the devil.

Jack felt the cold metal of the door handle in his hand when Claire stopped him. “Jack, if you back out of this deal, you won’t be the only one who gets hurt.” He was so close to freedom, he could taste it.

“If you leave, I’ll release your sex tape with Y/N to the public.”

****

One Week Later

You tripped over your heels as you stumbled out of the bar, careful not to fall on the sidewalk. The bars on 3rd avenue were packed on a Friday night with college kids who didn't know their drinking limits and Wall Street pricks who were looking for a hookup so they didn't have to make the commute back to New Jersey tonight.

You hadn't intended on even going out tonight, you weren't much of a drinker, but after you told Sierra everything, your relationship was strained to say the least, and you were doing your best to avoid her.

She wasn't upset that you had been secretly hooking up with Jack, if anything she was excited that you finally had some excitement in your love life, but the fact that you had gotten tangled up with one of the most power families in the city, one that had a history of burying their mistakes deep in the ground, scared the shit out of her. It also scared her that it didn't seem to worry you half as much.

That, coupled with the fact that you couldn't turn a corner without seeing some news story or social media post about Claire and Jack's engagement, drinking was your only escape.

It was after midnight, and you thought that you'd eventually come to your senses and decide to go home when vodka started to taste like water, but the invitation was burning a hole in your back pocket. You pulled out the piece of heavy card stock, the words embossed into the paper.

Jack Harlow and Claire Beckham-Barbour invite you to celebrate their upcoming nuptials at The Ritz Carlton

8pm

50 Central Park South

You still had a few connections at Atlantic Records that were able to get you an invitation to Jack and Claire's engagement party. Sober, you never intended to do attend, but you had liquid courage running through your veins a couple hours later, and you were feeling very brave.

Jack owed you a better explanation than the one that he gave you in Louisville. There was obviously a lot that he hadn't told you, and you weren't sure you could move on until you knew the whole truth.

****

The Ritz Carlton was one of the most famous hotels in New York, only the most wealthy could afford a room, and somehow Claire had managed to make it look cheap. The silver and white color scheme looked like it had been decorated by a High School prom committee rather than expensive event planners.

Velvet ropes cornered off most the hotel for the private event, security detail stationed at every door. You did your best to hide your inebriation as you entered the venue, straightening out your leather mini skirt. You were severely underdressed, but too drunk to care as you flashed your invitation and headed straight to the bar for another drink. You didn't want to take any chances of coming to your senses before you saw Jack.

Much like the night you and Jack met, you couldn't go a few seconds without spotting a celebrity at this event. You scanned the room for the only person you cared about seeing tonight, finally spotting Jack at the opposite end of the ballroom, sipping on a drink with a couple of people you didn't recognize. You downed your vodka soda, the liquor completely surpassing your tastebuds, the class colliding with the marble bar top, as you threw your glass down hard. You blinked rapidly, holding onto the bar as the room began to spin.

Thankfully, Claire was nowhere in sight, and all you needed was a few minutes with Jack and you would be out of his life forever.

Jack almost choked on his drink when he saw you begin to cross the room towards him. He hadn't seen you in weeks, and you looked different than he remembered, like the life had been drained from you. He gripped the glass in his hand as he watched you waiver through the crowd, stopping to steady yourself every couple of seconds. You were drunk, and hurting, and he knew he was the reason why.

"Excuse me." Jack cut through the crowd, making a b-line for you. You recognized his face just as he grabbed your arm, quickly ushering you out the back door of the hotel. He checked the alley way to make sure there weren't any paparazzi or hotel employees lingering around before letting you go. "What the hell are you doing here? Why are you drunk?"

Jack was shooting off questions faster than your brain could comprehend. "You don't get to ask me questions anymore." You slurred your words, punctuating your statement with a hiccup. "We're not together anymore, remember? You made sure of that." You tried to swipe at him haphazardly in anger, but Jack easily caught your hand, swiftly pulling you into his body. He smelled so fucking good, his eyes deep pools of blue that you felt yourself quickly getting lost in. You were desperate to kiss him, to remind yourself just how good it felt to belong to him once again.

"Are you okay?" His voice quickly jogged you out of your haze. You shoved off of him at the chest, stumbling back.

"Am I okay? Let's see. The guy I am madly in love with, so in love with that I was willing to be his dirty little secret, is getting married to someone else. " And!", you swung your arms in the air, "and his bride to be is pregnant!" Jack reached out for you, but you jerked away. You caught the flash of hurt across his face, but you doubted he was feeling a terrible as you did now.

"I did the math, ya know." You wiped a stray tear from your cheek, Jack's heart breaking as he looked at you. "She would have gotten pregnant while we were still together. Right before you took me to Louisville." You let out a humorless laugh. "Is that why you took me there? To tell me that she was pregnant, or were you too much of a coward?" You were choking on your tears, feeling the bile start to climb up your throat.

"Y/N, please." This was Jack's worse nightmare come to life. He was trying so hard to keep you out of this, but it was too late. You were in just as deep as he was. The two of you were drowning together, the weights tied to your feet dragging you down. "I wish you believed me when I say, I'm trying to protect you. You don't know what's going on here."

You took a deep breath as your tears dried up. "Jack, I don't want to be protected, I want you."

"No you don't! Look at what I've done to you! All I've done is hurt you. You don't wanna be with someone like me. I've done so many terrible things, and they have me trapped, I won't let them do the same thing to you." Jack was done pretending that he was a victim in all of this. He was just as much to blame for what happened to him as Claire was. He had a chance to say no in that elevator that day, but his pride wouldn't let him, and now, he had nothing to show for any of it.

"Wait", you rested a hand on open air as your vision started to tunnel. "What do you mean by they?" You stumbled forward, and you knew you had seconds before you were going to pass out. Jack caught you just before you hit the ground, cradling the back of your head. Your eyes fluttered open a couple of times before you were in complete darkness. "Y/N, baby, wake up. Y/N." Jack lightly tapped on your cheek to try to wake you up.

****

You blinked you eyes open as you felt the warmth from the sun peering through the window on your face. "Where am I?", you groaned out, feeling an immediate pounding at your temples as you tried to ground yourself. Your stomach stirred, the alcohol from last night had caught up and beat the shit out of you.

"You're okay. You're at my place." Jack's voice was soft as he entered the room with a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. He placed them on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

"Am I dreaming?", you croaked out. Jack was still dressed in most of his suit from last night, sans jacket. You noticed the yellowish bruising on his hand, scars banded across his knuckles.

"God, I hope not." Jack chuckled, cupping your cheek. "How do you feel?"

"I didn't forget." As much as you didn't want to, you had to let him know that nothing had changed between the two of you. Jack dropped his hand from your face into his lap, his face dropping. "I know." He pushed the palm of his hand into his eye, shaking his head. "I know."

You sat up slowly, still feeling a bit dizzy. "I think I should go."

You tried to stand but sat back down out of necessity. "You're in no condition to leave. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want. Its the once place I know you're safe." Jack gave you a small smile as he stood and began to leave. "If you want to take a shower, all of your stuff is still in the same place you left it." Jack left the door cracked as he left you alone.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, multiple notifications in a row. Jack pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and scrolled through his messages, all from Claire.

Claire: Where the hell did you go last night?

Claire: You embarrassed me in front of everyone!

Claire: If this all blows up your face, it will be your fault.

Claire: I can destroy your little girlfriend as well.

You headed to the kitchen after your shower, realizing that you hadn't eaten in 24 hours. Your wet hair dripped on the ground as you walked through Jack's apartment. As you rounded the corner, you spotted Jack sitting in front of his vintage chess set, the seat across from him empty, a laptop in his hands. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he smiled at you.

"We need to talk." Jack held a hand up, knowing that you'd try to object. "Please. I've been lying to you more than you know, and I think its time you knew the truth. I owe you at least that." You hesitated before walking over and taking a seat.

"Let me start from the beginning..."

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[ozzgin]

Dear Ozzgin,

Is your new addition to the repertoire, the yandere android, a Mixture of Experts like GPT-4.5, or something else entirely? Would his performance / 'humanness' degrade if he were talking to another machine (an inhuman one, not designed to be Spacer-ly human) for a long time?

Any random lorebits on Spacers you did not include but would have had you felt less constrained?

Hah, okay, I see you've gotten into the technical aspects. I'm about to go on a ramble so I'll do a cut here for everyone else to not clog your feeds. Feel free to read if you're into this kind of stuff. :D

First, I just wanted to point this out because I've read your hashtags and comment: the CCD sensors were a bit of an asspull because it's one thing I'm more knowledgeable about, but I don't feel like it'd be a realistic choice, if I am to be nitpicky. They're expensive to produce and are mostly used for really high performance work (telescopes), but a humanoid robot wouldn't need such advanced digital imaging for daily life use. So, you know, it's arguable whether or not there are better alternatives when it comes to a mass-produced agent processing the immediate environment.

Now to your actual question: I've used the machine learning approach because this is currently our most advanced way of developing AI, but it would not be enough to explain the Android's perfect understanding of human speech. ChatGPT analyzes sentences and their meaning purely based on grammar and associations, but there's many examples of it struggling against anything more intricate than literal context. So yeah, that kind of sarcastic dialogue and implied meaning is wishful thinking of times far away sadly. I'm only wildly guessing he wouldn't struggle with today's impediments. There's a black box somewhere in there that fills the gaps and variables we don't have.

If at some point you find yourself with time to spare, I'd recommend reading the book directly. It's very interesting to see how people viewed the "future" back then, and you will detect a lot of optimism regarding computers - such as Daneel (the original Android) being a flawless human. Funnily enough, the book was published shortly before the Dartmouth Conference, so Asimov was this close to discover that language recognition is, in fact, a terribly tangled business and not as simple as they had originally expected.

I think I covered the basics when it comes to Spacers, but then again I cannot tell how easy it is to follow for someone that isn't familiar with the original work. I also didn't want to reproduce every fact, mot a mot, from Caves of Steel, especially since this is less about politics and more about romance. I'd suspect the people reading the story are not too bothered by the only briefly mentioned murder. Cause is less important when the effect is a tall robot boy with a crush on you 👀 if you feel me.

Anyways, I'm very glad you like the story, every now and then I'll insert little facts and technical details - as it usually is when you study Physics and CS but have no friends in the field - so it's definitely nice to have someone recognize the stuff! :)

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